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Vertusk wakes up and looks over to Yuki. "You should have woken me!" He gets up, and feels his cloak. It was nice having it whole again. "Arion?" He asks, and the old wizard comes from the shadows, his bright crimson cloak contrasting to the blue of his levi clothes. "What are you doing here?" The old Magi brings the two together.

"Let me tell you what is going on..." He starts.

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Long ago, a warrior lived against the tide, he was outcast. He wore black armor, and wore a bright red cape laced to his armor by chainmail. This warrior was out to seek out Atlantis, and the known Universe. His eyes were cold, his arms large, and his brain rather complex. This warrior was known as Oare'an. Commonly pronounced as Orion. This warrior was heavily into arcanes, and used them to fell many foes. He attacked every realm he came to, and it fell to ruins. This warrior, there is a new one. Her name is Sara. Now, Oare'an attacked Atlantis, and was feared and ruled over the city, effectively using its powers for evil. This man used the Great City to channel the powers of Darkness, and evil. He used these powers to attack Heaven, and Hell. Once done, he attacked Purgatory... He eventually became a God in his own right. He died only by the hands of a great man. His name was never known... Some say he was an equally despicable man, others say he was a Saint sent by the Immortal. No one knows. But, the point is, this man had a lover, a group of friends, and a deity behind him. These, coupled with great skill, were able to kill the man, and unmeld the Realms. This is not the first time this has happened, oh no. It is, however, the first to be done by a single person's magic.

We have Sara now. She is a magician of great power, and a warrior herself. She has used arcanes to get to her current position, and she is planning something big. She didn't need Atlantis, or any of the Magi cities, she only needed herself, and her skill. She is sitting in Dispair, a Realm of pure disdain, and terror, a Realm unlike any other. She sits upon a throne, a throne of evil, and she commands legions of her slain. I fear that she has Palings, and as such, it is the need of all magic doing people to destroy her defenses, and then a man of skill with a sword is needed. The magician who does this shall be held high, and when the man of skill destroys her, the man will be rewarded handsomely with gifts and showers of gold. The friends of these people will also be regarded highly in other ways. The mage gets known, the warrior the fame, the group of friends the glory. It shall be split...

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Arion finishes his story. "I think you two are by far the ones needed on the magic side. Vertusk, Yuki, be the magicians who are the helper to the Skilled." He nods. Vertusk looks perplexed, and sits.

"I already thought?" Vertusk asks, and looks to Yuki.

"I had not yet made my mind, your part is done by all accounts, I want you to go further than your destiny, and do even more."

Vertusk wraps his arm around her waist. "So.. Yuki, you in?" He asks shyly. "I do need someone there by my side I know and trust..." He was being as honest as he had ever been. "It scares the living hell out of me. I need someone to hold my hand as I do what is asked..."

Vertusk smiles. "Arion, can we be left alone?" He asks politely, and the man does as he is requested. Vertusk sits opposite of Yuki. "You know... I am thankful you are coming with." He pecks her on the lips, and stands. "I am glad period. My life is great, and not Sara, not anyone is going to stand in the way. I will die before we are split from eachother. I want it to be known, that... If worst comes to worst, I will die before letting harm come of you, of this world, of its inhabitants. The world holds too many secrets..." He turns to her. "Now... we never did finish our date..." He makes a face of disgust. "I want to finish it before we die you know."

He just laughs. "You could just ask. I know this lady, she does beautiful things with clothes. She could get you fixed up and ready for a war, and you would still come out with pretty clothes. And the fangs, many Magi have fangs, mixed bloods, mostly Vampiric mixed bloods. But its okay, your fine! Lets just get on it..." He goes to her, and kisses her neck. "You know, its actually nice, my neck doesn't hurt, it feels... nice."

Vertusk smiles. "Come on!" He pulls her along, and he stops outside a shop. "She will find some great clothes for you! Oh and, I will be waiting right..." He points to a spot and moves to it, he was pointing down at his feet now. "Here!"

Vertusk just sighs. "You look, nice..." He really couldn't say much. "If I had it my way, you would have a better cape, a nice tunic, and yeah... but hey, its not my decision!" He smiles. "So, where to? I know a few places that serve a mean grilled fish..."

Vertusk rubs his head. "I could think of a few places... Some of which you would never like... But hey! I can't decide. You get to decide, choose quickly too!"