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Suddenly, while waiting for her brother to answer the vampiress’ spun the laptop back around, her fingers franticly taping the keys. Just as quickly her fingers stopped as she muttered softly. “Ah… there you are.” Slowly she turned the pc back around so he could see it again. Upon the screen was what looked to an art gallery site with really old painting. But it was in Tarisian so there would be no way for him to know it was his sister’s gallery. Leaving her chair only for a minute, Sabine moved it next to him. Sitting again she pulled up several painting, which she herself had painted. “This was your wife, Aurora.” She said as she pointed to a painting of Griff a woman and a small infant within the woman’s arms. “That baby was Blake.” She quickly moved on to more paintings depicting their lives in Cenril, larket and Lani-alus to name a few. Painting after painting revealed Griff’s old life till finally she stopped upon one that showed what appeared to be Griff in a smithy. With an outstretched finger she pointed at the dark haird handsome male in the painting and said “You!…The blade maker.” Sabine had stuck by her bard ways, recording her family’s history through her art. Back in Taris each painting had a small but detailed journal to go with it. The vampiress had many centuries to perfect her bardic skills. Leaving the painting of him up for him to see she Clicked a link pulling up a second, smaller window. Within this window was another painting, a painting with only two swords crossed, mounted upon green velvet. The painting was entitled ‘Blessed Hellfire’. Moving her finger to the swords she asks. “Do theses look familiar?”

Sabine sighs as she listens, than nods slowly. “I had heard he had returned but he has managed to elude me…till now. Yes Griff, you were known to drink rum, lots and lots of rum. After I took blake from Aurora, while you had left the lands, I made sure your child knew you, knew everything about you. Even though he called Dorak and I mother and father… you were his true father and he knew this. He loved you as he loved us. Blake was a great man in his lifetime. He is long dead… but his legacy lives on in his accomplishments, in his bloodline that still lives on. You should be proud of him.” before going on she moved her hand to his. ”Griff, that is in the past. Six hundred years in the past. Those crimes can not be held against you in this life as most would not believe it. You were not a bad man. That king deserved your justice. The alleged crimes were all bullshit charges. Trust me… you trusted me than, wont you trust me now? I had hoped the entity had long been stopped., I guess I was wrong. All those years ago after you were murdered I had blessed and guarded it well, than your friend Lionel left… leaving me Hellfire before he did so. Never did those swords leave my side in those days. And many I knew and trusted feared hellfire would corrupt me, but it never did.. It couldn’t. For there was enough darkness within me to protect me from it. I don’t care what these journals say. You were a good man… More than once you stuck your neck out for your sisters and family. You were a noble man, more noble than most we knew in those days.” The look in her eyes told him she spoke only the truth.

Sabine again pointed to the paining on the laptops screen “I painted this picture. I had the real blades, your blades. I know those all too well. Does it not surprise you that you can draw them with such passion as if you knew them intimately? “ She wasn’t sure what he was digging for as she had told him everything he had asked for. “Griff. What is bothering you. All these documents are true. I have denied nothing”

Giff’s actions startled the ancient vampiress, reminding her of how hotheaded her brother was than and still is in this life. “I don’t know. You, I can only assume are a key. You forged those swords so long ago, so he thinks that you hold some kind of power I can only assume. As I said, he has alluded me. ”

"Last I saw...He was a robot."

Griff was standing there on the roof of his own house. Up there was considered the third floor, where Griff often went just to look up into the skies, curious what the world had to offer him. A memory. Could he amount to anything special? This was something that had come to seriously bother him. So, he took a walk.

This one was for the Barton Square, where the fountain was. A fresh and mysteriously clean water supply that could not be contaminated, no matter what. He would sit on the ledge of this fountain, attempting to put together things when he heard something. A whistle, a bang, a snap, and a crash. Griff jumped up and pulled his gun out. 44. Magnum. A big, clunky, strong gun, and it was meant for just that. Looking big. Griff was a pretty good shot, regardless of the size of the weapon, but when he saw nothing more than a large steel capsule, he didn't know what to do.

Keeping his gun up, he watched as a hatch on the pill hissed open, and slowly a door slid wide open, showing nothing less than a cyborg version of who appeared to be Voldo. But when eyes slipped open, Griff jumped in surprise. "...No ******** way. Knives?!"

The man walked forward only two feet, finally stretching his limbs. Looking right at Griff, the startling blue eyes gazed onward. "Morivan. You ought to remember me better than that. Don't you remember? Your brother in arms?"

"...Kahl?" Griff lowered his gun some, keeping it locked and ready, though his concience was no longer so eager.

"Exactly. And with reconstructive surgery and some cybernetic attachments, I am good as new, and likely about to become a gigantic pain in your a**." Kahl lowered his arms, and two very large pairs of scissors fell off his shoulders, landing into Kahl's hands. "...I was rebuilt by a Mister Vidunder Velcort, who wishes to speak to you in person. However, seeing as you learned so much, he thought a face to face would turn quite violent. So he asked me to escort you." He was much more proper now, compared to the psychotic ways only a year previous.

"And if I said no?"

"Than I do what I knew I would have to."

And with that, Knives rushed forward, his scissors poised for Griff's arms. Griff shot off three blasts, one in each shoulder, one in the throat. But being that Kahl was now entirely steel, there was nothing to shoot. He was now a tank. Griff let off another three shots, all aimed for the face, all hitting. Nothing. Kahl was better made than Dante was. So, at the place of impact, Griff drew out Damascus and cut at the scissors, knocking both men back. Griff was the first to return to action, slamming Knives hard, shoving him back to stumble into the fountain before following up with a downward cut, slicing along Knives' chest.

The machine man screamed out, then stopped abruptly, looking at Griff with a sadistic and almost... yes, an indeedly evil grin. With a rush, Knives shoved Griff backwards, cutting him in an X on the chest before dropping a pair of scissors, punching Griff square in the jaw. Now, we have a mechanical, 400 horse power arm with adamantium knuckles slamming into flesh, bones and blood. Griff gets laid the ******** out.

Knives goes to collect his now beated prey when he hears a howl. Spinning around, Kahl was met with the sight of two huge paws which hammered him square in the face. The mechaman stumbled, looking up to see none other than Kirothan standing there in full attire, decked out in his signature GetAGRIP purple. Knives stood, grinning at this new predicament. "Well well. The lap dog."

"I always got sick of that joke." Kirothan wasted no time bantering, slamming Kahl in the face, smashing him with his shoulder. This was followed by nothing less than an onslaught of attacks ranging from simple punches to slams, to attacks that couldn't be so easily described. And when things began to look their darkest for Knives, he initiated a plan. He whistled.

That was when a particular black man rushed in, his signature iron knuckles now stained in dark/flame energy identicle to Hellfire. With no warning, Kirothan feels a fist bury into his chest, knocking him dead out. Roland turned to Knives, lifting up Griff. "Get the dog and let's report back."

Telivision screens all across Barton would come to life, it seemed someone was making an anouncement.

Yaits Began, speaking with controled rage.

"The intigrated political situation between Yaits City and the Gaian Republic has become untenable. Those in support of the Yaits corporation effort to improve the world, and the followers of the charitable order can longer tolerate the flagrant neglect and corruption of the Gaian government. Yaits city, which has been built by the ground up by hardwoking devoted people, has asked nothing of the central government while being drained through excessive and downright ignorant tax programs designed to drain newly created prosperity.

The central government, despite my constant urgings, has done nothing to combat lawlessness in several regions of Gaia. They have done nothing to eliminate threats to the security of the world's peaceloving citizens. Why, because the government is nothing more than a breading ground for politicians who care of nothing besides feathering their own nests.

Aekea has been allowed to festor into a sore wound. Nothing has been done to redress the robotic rights issues! This cannot be tolerated. Machines that demonstrate highly advanced A.I. comparable to human thought deserve all the rights that humans enjoy. Cyborgs and those using artificial limbs should not be persecuted and subject to unfair laws keeping them restricted to one city. Enough is enough! Aekea can not be abused by the Gaian government any longer. The city deserves a referendum to decide the future of its citizens.

As of now. Yaits city declares its complete and utter independence from the Gaian government. The fervent followers of Ymir, who have been crucial in populating this area, have dubbed this new nation Ymiristan Diplomats have been dispatched to Barton town to work out an agreement on the new distrubution of national territory. As the Gaian Republic as shown absolutely no interest in developing the western continent or Barthavos and has in fact hindered that development, I forsee no problems with the claims of Ymiristan over said territories. Aekean territory should be held in nuetral status. Ymiristan demands withdrawal of all military forces stationed in Aekea within one month, as well as a referendum to take place to determine the status of the city and the rights of its citizenry.

A word of warning, any incursian into Ymiristani teritory will be considered a hostile act and met with appropriate force. This includes all of Western Gaia south of Lament, the entirety of Barthavos north of Strata, Any ground within a fifty kilometer radius of Yaits city.

The last thing we desire is war, but as I and many others see it, a stronger hand is needed to awaken Gaia's potential. Ymiristan will bring that bright future to its people if the general government of the republic refuses.

Thank you, and have a pleasant afternoon."