Welcome to Gaia! ::

*The elf seemed unaffected by the young woman's touch, but there was something what Fiole was telling her, and in the manner in which she was being told... That crept across her skin like chilled finger tips, shivers racing up and down her spine.

She listened closely, but the warmth of the bath began to fade if only in her mind, and despite standing in the heated water, she began to shiver uncontrolably.

'Sinners'... 'Apostles'... None of it made any sense. Well... Nearly nothing. Victor was a devil and from what Fiole said... he hated it. Perhaps that's why he dislikes his brother too? What else made sense? She tried to tune it out but Sierra was picking up hints of Fiole's feelings towards her master.

She chews her bottom lip a moment and then speaks softly,*

"I don't know what dream you're talking about... and I don't know any apostles.... I don't know anything about what you OR Victor has said.... So I really don't see how I can be of use."

*She shivers and steps out of the tub, her mind wandering... trying to grasp at straws. If the 'sinners' where the devils.... Then did what Victor wanted from her have to do with Ra'kar'shei'lian, her demon counterpart? Maybe, maybe not.

At least she felt clean now, she hadn't had a proper cleansing since before she went into that coma. *

"Thank you Fiole... "

*She glances at the maid curiously. She had mentioned Vahn...*

"How long have you known the Master's hun?"

*Was it odd that Sierra, like the girl who had just casually stated that she was over 1000 years in age... should casually recieve such information? Again as if it were a perfectly normal remark.... and for the elf maiden it was.

While their ages were all impressive for human standards and maybe even the devils they were becoming or had become in Vahn and Victor's cases... They were still young in comparison to some of the ancient races. Sierra herself was a 3rd generation elf... and her life had already spanned numerous millenia.

She watches the young woman leave, and then turns her attention to the indicated clothing.

To say the elf maiden was impressed with Victor's selection would have been an understatement.

As she looked over the gown that was lain out for her, her eyes drank in the rich attention to detail, it was so lavishly yet tastefully made... just like the quarter's she'd been lent. The cloth was flawless and of high quality, light and soft, yet durable.

She begins slipping into the dress, using a full length mirror that she spots to settle the material in place.

It was as if the garment had been tailored to her body for it could not have fit more perfectly. The gown was form fitting, the skirts flowing about her legs and trailing out behind her as she stepped. It had the elegance of a court gown, but not the bulk.

It was made of a sleek black silk, trimmed in golds and reds that accentuated the woman's features as if an artist had taken every aspect of the colour pallate into consideration.

The upper back was open and then laced into a corset at the lower. golden gossemar rounded the neckline like light scarf that trailed over the woman's shoulders and flowed to the ground.

The sleeves started just above the elbow joints and poured out into long bell sleeves that flowed over her hands, held in place by gold bangles tooled to match the elven finery she was already wearing.

The gold mail belt that cinched the gown at her waist, cascaded down the front of her skirts in a spill of shimmering metal links.

The hems of the sleeves and skirts, and the neckline were all subtly yet elaboartely patterned with elvish designs.

Standing there staring at the mirror a moment, she couldn't help but admire the breathtaking beauty of the maker's craftsmenship.*

Passage to the destination sought,
Can, with raw life, be bought.
But what is a key with no a guide,
To that which you seek to find?
First seek out the mortal immortal,

The words floated through the hallway, drawing Fiole closer and closer to their source. One hand trailed along the sides of the wall, fingernails gently etching into the surface. Her blank eyes stared forward, as the words continued.

She is the guide to the portal.
Awaken the memories within,
By putting to rest all of the sin.
Mend the wings that were broken,
With the gift of a heavenly token;

Fiole exited out the open doorway, finding a fresh breeze of cool air brushing past her. She was outside, more or less. The soft wood beneath her feet, soon gave way to grains of sand, as she made her way towards the voice.

Strengthen the ties to all lives,
By giving her the Earth’s eyes;
Rekindle the light of the soul,
With the burning flames of old;
And cleanse Gaia’s final daughter

Fiole's head turned, the expression on her face mildly surprised. Gathering her skirts up within her hands, she set off in a gentle pace alongside the beach. The house, that victor owned, was located on a secluded shoreline of Latent, apparently one of many priveleges that he enjoyed as acting council member.

In the temple of Leviathan’s water.
Purify the defiled messenger,
And you will find the answer.

Fiole stopped short, and bowed slightly. "Master Victor...."

Victor lay seated upright on the sand, his upper body bare, as the rays of the sun beat down on him, his eyes gleaming with a bit of whymsical amusement. He held a small leathered book, from which he'd apparently been singing from. "Hello; Fiole."

"Um.... What were you looking at?" Fiole questioned gently, hands folded together in front of her.

"Somewhere far away....Places I never imagine seeing again.....Thinking about my homeland." Soft laughter echoed out. "They are so distant that I can't grasp them...." He said, with an outstretched hand. "She's ready right? I know."

Fiole leaned in and took Victor's hand, helping him up off the ground.

".....There was a phonecall from Lord Henry a while ago...." Fiole said, as she followed after Victor.

"Really? You could have called me."

"He said it wasn't an emergency so he will call back later...."

"Hmpth." Victor moved towards a sort of outside veranda, where a table had already been set up, for two. Upon the railing, lay the missing peice of Victor's clothing, a simple dress shirt, and dinner jacket, but of course, elegantly designed as was all his belongings. "Well, might as well go and get her...it'd be a dull lunch otherwise."

Fiole bowed, and made her way back into the house.

*Sierra seeks out a brush and runs it through her hair, brushing the waist length lengths of crimson silk until it shines like polished rubies. She felt a little odd so dolled up without one of her circlets that was customary for her to wear, especially when dressed in such formal attire... But ah well, her appearance wasn't really a priority.*

"Silly elf, worrying about how you look... your people ARE a vain lot..."

*She mutters at herself as she wanders about the room looking at the decor while she awaits Fiole's return.*

((Because I am lazy, I didnt really bother reading everything there was, and I cant really remember what I was doing, but whatever...

And I'm assuming that everyone not involved is taking their RP in the 'current' time whereas this little thing is happening in the 'past'. Because you know... Not like the town's really gona get destroyed or whatever.))

Silence. It cut through the destructive air like a sharp blade. There was no screaming, no laughing, no creak in the boards, no crash of the waves. And as short as it was, it seemed that everything had suddenly frozen, that all the chaos has ended. Until an explosion rocked the area and brought it back to reality.

And then it emerged, literally a streak of white, it's movements extremely fast. Like a giant spider made of bone, the abomination stood about 8' tall and 10' wide and long, it's large torso made up of a complex network of what looked like rib bones, pointed at the ends, jutted out at all places. It's eight legs however, were each 12' long and about 1' thick in diameter. It's head composed of a large basilisk's skull, flat and reptilian, its maw lined with rows of razor sharp teeth. And at it's end, a spiney tail thrashed about behind it.

Imagine, a spider about one centemetre in diameter, legs included, could move at a rate of 50 times its length per second, which would be close to the equivalent of this beast at full speed, currently moving at roughly 15 times its own size per second as it zipped down the open and empty street, smashing and crushing matter that stood in it's path. ((Thats 150 fps for those of you who are bad at math.))

Not only that, but as it did so, two of its long legs would reach out and scoop the knight and gypsie up onto its back, while the surrounding ghouls that were left instinctively lunged on and grabbed a hold of whateverlimb was passing by, large jutting pieces of bone supporting the people as to prevent them from falling off. One ghoul even managed to grab onto the flailing tail of the beast before it passed.

Now, it sped towards the temple, heading towards the mist like a beacon to the necromancer there, rallying the members of the cult together on the behemoth. Simply put, it happened so fast, from the mist to land, that normal people would not even have a glimpse of the blur as eveything seemed to disappear, if not for the path of destruction left in its wake.

((There, perhps if we stick everyone together, this could finally end.))

"I trust you slept well?" Victor began cutting into the steak that lay on his plate, the gravy and mushroom saucespilling over and onto the sliced carrots that lay neatly lined to the side of the plate.

Fiole stood at attention, at the side of the table, filling glasses of cool water for them both.

"I apologize. Fiole, please make sure, Miss Sierra has fresh linen placed on her bed, and that her room is properly fitted to her tastes and liking."

"Yes, Master."

Victor gave off a carefree smile, as he cut off a section of the steak, and lifted it to his lips, snapping a chunj off with his teeth. Chewing and swallowing almost simultaneously, he held both fork and steak knife in either hand.

"Please, eat up. You'll need your strength. Besides, I imagine, you have some questions you would like to ask."