Fantasy A journey in Altrya - The wrath of the unknown [CLOSED]

[LostHaven]

Ravus summoned an entity of sorts from his scepter, and Faust brandished his scythe. If it were some form of monster, demon or undead or an evil creature of the sort, Faust would have no trouble cleaving whatever the creature into shreds. However, as the figure manifested, Faust couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity about the silhouette- it was as if he knew that person. Despite this eerie feeling, nothing would prepare him for what would occur next.

As the figure finally became clear, Faust almost staggered backward in shock- what stood before Faust was no demon or monster. It was Emily... This left Faust completely speechless, even as a white burned in Emily's hand. It soon manifested into a long sword. Whatever she had done, it looked like celestial magic on the exterior, and if it were celestial magic, Faust was in trouble. He had no idea how Ravus summoned whatever it was, and if Faust had to guess without any prior assessment, Ravus probably summoned a manifestation of Emily's soul or something dumb like that. However, everything became clear as 'Emily' charged at Faust with the blade, swinging it at the elder lich. Her speed was incredible, and Faust was too shocked to react...

The blade buried deep into the elder lich's shoulder, even shattering his collarbone. No living mage or necromancer could survive a blow like that. That being said, Faust wasn't alive in the first place. Whatever Faust's opponent was, neither she nor Ravus had any right to toy with his emotions, and the use of such underhanded tactics infuriated Faust. I see now... Faust's voice was no longer calm, and contained no trace of any light-heartedness. Ravus, and you, impostor, are in no place to toy with me. Sad to think an Eldclaw and his servant would stoop to such underhanded tactics... Faust was utterly mad, yet did not let rage consume him. The last thing he needed was casting some crazy spell out of anger, and then accidentally blow the whole place sky-high. At least now, he had sensed something coming from his opponent. She gave off a massive amount of arcane power, and this at least eased Faust a little bit- she was not Emily, despite exterior appearances. Furthermore, the sword did not cause Faust physical pain, which proved that it had no ties to celestial magic. One gloved hand suddenly grasped the sword, and Faust pulled it out of his shoulder. Dark energies cackled intensely around his wound, and in mere moments, it was as if the wound had never existed. If it had not been the tear in his cloak where the sword had struck, it would've been impossible to tell that he'd even been injured the slightest. "Seriously, this is just low." Faust muttered, his tone shifting to one less dark and mencaing. "Seriously, a skeleton of shit has happened today, I'm already bone-tired." He commented, cracking two sickeningly terrible puns in the process. "And seriously, you've just eliminated any respect I would've had for you." He added, as air around Faust was saturated with arcane energy. It took on a dark purple and crimson color, condensing and taking on the shape of a generic sword. It looked like any cheap 'metal stick' wielded by an average guard, but made of arcane energy. Furthermore, sword itself was made very inexpertly, and was sloppy to say the least. It was as if Faust wasn't even taking the fight seriously anymore. "So, now that you've made me mad, it's only right that I'd return the favour. From now on, I'm not even going to bother using magic any more advanced than that of some third-rate apprentice." He informed Vesta, discarding his scythe in the process. "Get what I'm saying? You're not even worth using magic on." He insulted her, before lazily aiming a blow at his opponent, at no particular part of her body.

Dominaiscna

 

[Dominaiscna]

Vesta

She had learnt one thing... the young girl by the name of Emily probably did not have access to her powers as a half-celestial. Faust's reaction to the white arcane magic at her finger tips all but confirmed her thoughts. It was a pity that the masquerade did not last. His momentary shock and then rage following realization spoke volumes of his relationship with the blonde one and their fight might have taken a whole different path. However now... Vesta did not know what to make of this man. (Deja vu )

The man... whose dark powers pointed to him being an elder lich, was almost seething with anger... but then as suddenly as the fire had come to life, it died down. He was wise and mentally strong to be able to control his emotions and moods. His menacing aura seemed to evaporate suddenly and now he was spewing skeleton puns... he appeared to be Sans sense or sanity. And to add to all of that, he refused to use magic greater than that of a third-rate apprentice, stating that she was not worth even using magic. Vesta paused for a split moment, stepping back onto her right leg. Was he attempting to insult her? Only the slight raise of her one eyebrow betrayed her skepticism. She was unperterbed by his insults, but rather was unamused when he thought he could actually push her buttons.

The djinn met Faust's sword with hers, deflected the attack as a small laugh escaped her. Her body seemed to shimmer before him as the Emily he knew melted away to reveal Vesta in her usual form. Her striking turquoise eyes met his unflinchingly despite the obvious disparity in magic power. She would not be so foolish as to let her guard down. "Suit yourself."

Vesta immediately advanced foward with a slight leap in her step, blade raised above her head in a powerful downward slash. Considering the poor quality of the sword Faust had summoned, there was a chance that it would break upon impact should he use it to block her attack.

LostHaven

 

[LostHaven]

Faust swung his blade at Vesta, and it was quickly met with hers. The person before Faust laughed as her form shifted once more, into a tall woman, with turquoise eyes. Despite his eyes being obscured by the black cloak, Vesta would still sense Faust's unwavering gaze on her. "Hmm, you don't find my puns very humerus, do you? That's fine. It's not the time to be punny anyways, right?" He asked, only as an excuse to crack another horrifyingly terrible pun. Even he didn't find his puns very sans-sational, anyways.

"Suit yourself." Vesta would tell the elder lich, as she aimed a downward slash at Faust's head. Faust quickly raised his sword to block the attack, but due to its fitting quality for a 'third rate trainee,' the sword shattered without much effort. Fragments of arcane energy flew into the air, before dissipating. Vesta's blade sliced right down the middle of Faust's head and only coming to a halt between his eyes. Faust's hood hell into two halves, revealing his face. Two blue eyes were locked on Vesta, as Faust brought his hand and grasped her sword, pulling it out of his head. As he did so, more energy cackled between his wound, repairing itself in no time at all. "Well fuck." Faust cursed, irritated. Today just didn't seem to be his day- first his mask, and now the hood. Both of which were quite hard to replicate, as Faust had taken them off cultists who were of a cult that no longer existed. He would have to go to a taylor later, and see to it that his attire was replicated as best as possible. His main problem with losing his mask and hood was that he looked no older than twenty-five. And considering what has happened in the recent century, it would make some things REALLY awkward. Among which, the incidents of this morning especially stuck out in Faust's head. He gave Vesta a playful grin, before he would open his mouth to talk. "That dead look in your eyes..." He would say. "You don't particularly enjoy serving Ravus, do you? Like as in REALLY hate serving him. Don't blame ya, he's an arsehole, right? Well, I guess you don't have a choice, right?" He asked, hoping to grind on her nerves. It appeared as though Vesta wasn't some cheap assassin, and that much was clear as crystal. It looked like Faust couldn't afford to joke around here. Faust would reach out his hand, as arcane runes appeared in his palm. He made a motion with his left hand, as if he were drawing a sword from its sheath. The arcane runes would be the sheath, as he pulled a sword out from the centre of the arcane circle. Again, it was made of the same crimson energy as the previous blade, but much fancier than a plain broadsword. The blade was thin and narrow, and thorns protruded from the edge of the blade, like a row of wicked teeth, increasing damage and pain inflicted. It was how Faust vaguely remembered the swords of the cultists from a few centuries looked like, and that was the first sword that came to mind. Soon, the sword was completely materialised, extending to about 120 centimeters.

"Welp, scratch what I said earlier." Faust muttered, pointing the sword at Vesta. "I will only DIRECTLY attack you with magic no more advanced than that of some third-rate kid. Oh, and I should put it out there that the fight is kiiiiinda rigged. You can't really kill an elder lich with physical attacks, since we're dead and all, and dark magics, et cetera et cetera." He informed the djinn. "So yeah, whatever, I'll just finish this reaaal quick, then find somebody to fix up my clothes. It is going to be so fucking awkward if I walk home like this." He added, before lunging foward at her, accompanied by a horizontal slash, aiming at her waist area. "Yeah, sorry if this hurts alot." If the blade sucsessfully struck Vesta, the thorns would probably tear into her side as well, and it would hurt. A fucking lot. However, another thing that was notable was Faust's lack of any real technique. For whatever it was worth, Faust was still a forbmidable, but lacked any discipline in any form of fightinf style or martial art.

Dominaiscna

OOC

Welp, you're just gonna have to imagine the sword, cos' I can't find one.

Spoiler: Faust's fancy as shit rune circle thing

 

[Dominaiscna]

Vesta

As Faust's blade shattered and dissipated into particles of arcane magic, the djinn's own sword sliced through his clothing and hair coming to a stop in the middle of his head. (that's some head he has...) However, the elder lich just casually removed the sword from his flesh as if it did not faze him in the slightest bit and the wound immediately closed up with the help of magic. It seemed that normal physical attacks did not hurt or permanently damage him.
As he spoke in a slightly irritated, Vesta retrieved her sword, taking a step back, listening to his casual words. After the puns, he made a stab at her being under Ravus's control and though his words hit home, the only sign of her irritation was the ever so slight narrowing of her eyes and the tightening of her grip of the sword. While he summoned the new sword, she took a moment to observe him silently from where she stood, poised at the ready. His hood that had previously shielded his face had fallen into two halves on either side of his head as his features were revealed in the dim light of the room. He looked no older than 25 yet the arcane power he radiated told of another story. Any normal person would never believe his eyes. It would be the same for her. On the outside, she could easily pass for a normal young human lady.

Her attention snapped to the blade of the sword Faust now pointed at her, raising her sword defensively as the elder lich proceeded to explain how their fight was 'rigged' and that he couldn't be killed by normal means. "I'd say we're on fair ground then," she commented in a low voice and though he wouldn't be able to see, under the mask a twitch of a smile pulled at the corner of her lips. Whether he knew it or not, she couldn't be killed either... not permanently anyway.

Almost immediately after, he lunged towards her in attack. Vesta had observed that his technique as a fighter was slacking but he had power and one good swipe with that dangerous blade of his would do immense damage to her. She did not want to risk failing a block or parry and getting hit. Fortunately, the djinn was naturally agile due to her sometimes having to undertake assassination tasks and the size of the blade made it a difficult weapon to control and maneuver once a direction of slashing has been chosen and momentum has been gained hence making dodging for her slightly more possible and for him, not as much.

As he approached her and the blade came swinging in her direction, her sword dissipated into arcane magic so that she would have both hands free. At the last second in order to surprise Faust, she barely dodged the sword by dropping to her feet and dodging below the path of the blade with one leg out to sweep the elder lich's legs out from under him.

Spoiler: Battle Stuff

a) Should she be successful, he'd fall backwards and might drop his blade. Subsequently, one arm blade would form and she'd aim slice towards his mid legs. (coz they would be the closest thing to her should he fall) Her intention is to sever them completely off and see if they heal.
NB : armblade glows with pink arcane aura

b) Should she fail, (either she misses coz of the misjudged distance or Faust reacting quickly and dodging backwards, Vesta will hop back to a safe distance, sword forming once again in her right hand.

LostHaven

 

[LostHaven]

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As Faust lunged forward, he expected Vesta to parry his attack. If she did, that would've been a fatal mistake, as his blade this time round would've probably broken the Djinn's blade. However, much to his inconvenience, Vesta's blade dissipated into nothingness, and she dodged Faust's attack. Annoyingly, if she had been a second late, Faust would've struck her. However, that didn't change the fact that he missed, and he wasn't quick enough to react to Vesta's leg sweeping at his. "Holy shit." Her foot connected with his legs, as he was swept off his feet. Very soon, Vesta created another blade in her hand, and swept at Faust's legs. Her attack sliced his the elder lich's left leg clean off, as he fell onto the floor.

However, even when severed, his wound would still regerate. As if drawn by some magnetic force, his severed limb would reconnect with the rest of his body, and again, there would be almost no trace of the wound even being there. Faust helped himself onto his feet again, still completely carefree. "Welp, I'll take it as you have no choice but to do whatever Ravus tells you to do." He commented, holding up his sword. His attire was now damaged beyond salvation, and that annoyed him. Now, he just wanted to end the fight. If he had been the mage he once was, he would've definitely tried to stall his opponent until he figured out a way to free her from Ravus' grip. However, that mage had been long dead, and now, Faust found it tempting to summon an army of undead and make them eat her alive. If he had to guess, she was probably soulbound by some dark magic or contract, and if so, there would be more than one way to break the curse, contract, et cetera. However, the move she pulled off earlier with Emily still angered Faust, and at the current time, he had no intentions of helping this person. "Even? So I can't kill you either?" He asked. "Then why the hell do you bother with dodging my attacks?" He swiped at her again with his sword, before fleeing outside the tent, into an open space outside.

He turned around to face the tent, and waited for Vesta to chase after him. As he waited, he would waste no time in casting his spell. Blue light erupted from the ground, and began drawing the circle. It would be finished in mere moments, ready to be activated the second Vesta stepped into the circle.

Dominaiscna

Spoiler: Faust's Fancy as Shit Circle Thing

Spoiler: Battle Music (Megalo-Strike Back)

OOC

Time to take his fancy spell out for a ride.

 

[Dominaiscna]

Vesta

A coakroach, the djinn concluded. Faust was like a cockroach... and there was no need to explain such a comparison. He was just something that just wouldn't die...

In all honesty, there fight was quite pointless, but still she felt Ravus's orders in the back of her mind, controlling her actions though they were technically her own. He was right in his words, but Vesta was unresponsive to his mental proddig. Though she felt slightly ticked, natually letting such a thing get to her would not help anything. Rage and frustration could easily become disadvantages, clouding ones judgement.

Perhaps if he just killed her, she could return back to the scepter and be done with such a pointless and dead fight. That would be nice.

Still, as she yet again dodged his attack, the Djinn knew she could not back off without returning again against her own will... not with his control over her. Under hus hand, she would continue to be no more than a weapon at his disposal, a blade that would never grow dull.

Suddenly, Faust retreated to the outside...he was not just doing so out of fear or anything, the sjinn knew at muc. It was without a doubt a trap of sorts. Vesta could sense the arcane magic that spilled from him and though she figured it was a spell or trap of sorts,. She threw the tent flap to the side, waltzing right into the magical circle with blade casually drawn. If she was lucky, whatever it was might just kill her then and there, saving her the suffering.

LostHaven

 

[LostHaven]

Faust grinned as Vesta stepped into his circle casually. It looked like as if the djinn had a death wish or something, and Faust couldn't care less whether that was the case. Faust's spell activated, and they were suddenly encased in a tomb of ice- they were surrounded by a wall of ice. A few flakes of snow fell from the air, and to the ground. This light snow would almost immediately erupt into a raging blizzard, and obscured both Faust and Vesta's vision- only the faded silhouette of Faust could be made out in the blizzard. However, under any normal circumstances, a sustained blizzard is almost impossible for any mage, and would only last a few minutes at most. However, the Domain of The Frost Monarch would not die out so easily.

Faust made a flicking motion with his hand, and would fire an ice cube at Vesta. However ridiculous the attack may seem, the ice-cube would still be travelling at considerable velocity, enough to do damage to the djinn. However, that was the least of her concerns. Spears of ice erupted from the ground from all directions, all aimed to impale the djinn, and if so, fatal damage was garanteed. Even so, he would still place runes above Vesta, and if she would jump to avoid the icicles, she would be frozen solid.

Dominaiscna

Spoiler: Battle Stuffs...

Uh, yeah. So if she gets impaled, then GG. If she gets frozen solid, Faust's going to do some stuff... (don't think funny now, perv.) It'll be good for Vesta, I swear.

 

[Roxasarass]

Remus Arkos

Distraction was all that he ever really wanted, now that he thought some more about it. Distractions and disruptions from his otherwise perfect destiny as hopefully the next head of the family if he was lucky, or just maybe the best swordsman among his generation of the Arkos Family swordsman. The former was the least likely, as his eldest brother's the one that's supposed to inherit that title whenever the time came for father to retire, or worse, pass on one day. Djinn may have lifespan longer than humans, but that doesn't mean much since time, a dangerous yet also good concept, and the natural course of life itself could easily take people away.

Maybe someone's died while he's away. Maybe something happened among the Djinn back home that's caused the Arkos to be defamed? Maybe there was just something important to all the Djinn's livelihoods back at home? Maybe some outsider found the entrance to home? What if all of those things happened, and he just didn't know about it. And what if his sudden disappearance caused all of them to happen? What if? All of these things could have occurred while his presence was away, despite how ridiculous and unlikely these thoughts were, they're all still so very possible. Possibilities of this and that happening while he's away. Maybe someone got married. Maybe Romulus finally stopped flirting with every damn woman he meets or found that special someone. Anything could happen.

And that made him afraid. Feelings of fear on the shit that may just have happened in his disappearance. Time was a deadly thing, and he'd been here in the outside world for what, three years now? That's three years that could've been spent becoming a better swordsman, learning with all the books they had in their big house, singing stupid songs at the nearby tavern with the bard, ogling at the town girls with his brothers, hell, he might've lost his chance at finding a real love when he decided to just off and go. And it was all for the selfish reason of wanting some more excitement in his life. Boredom was to be at fault here.

That damned feeling of boredom. Years and years of doing the same shit over and over again at home, and he might've been able to satisfy it over there instead of going to the outside world. Boredom was just there, every day. And only getting stronger and stronger with each passing day. Like some sort of best friend that just followed you around or a clingy girlfriend. A desperate boredom, and he had been her best friend for some time. A long time. Desperate boredom's best friend, that was what he was. And she was so very desperate to keep him and not wanting to lose him to excitement's charms.

The selfish desire to keep some emotion away led him all the way to this situation right here, where he doesn't even know if he'll be able to leave and go back home. But he's here now, so he can't possibly go now. The mention of them being a group that's supposed to go do some heroic shit from that monk had made him feel that way. And there was the mention of his own ancestors. Had they been to the outside world, just like how he has been now? Questions, questions. So many of them that need those answers of theirs so desperately as if they were bleeding and injured and needing help.

Remus stared at the dark sky and it's shining bright stars, just wanting a distraction. Multiple even, but just starting to think about those same thoughts that he wanted to get rid of. Maybe this was all just some stupid decision and instead just go sleep like he wanted or drank some alcohol if there was. Maybe he'd thought of these thoughts before but just drank to forgot them all and it's just rising back again. Maybe he'll just talk to the others to do it. But first, he heard Dalia start talking so he came to listen. Well I started to just think about my family and shit now that we're here, he said in his head but not speaking.

The long haired boy didn't go comfort her immediately, instead choosing to keep quiet first and think about those words she said and what to say in response. "...I just miss my family. Haven't seen them for a few years now, not since I... since I... actually, I'm not in the mood for that. I really miss 'em. I don't know what I can say to try and comfort you, Dalia. But um... I uh..." the Djinn pauses to think before speaking again. "Just try not to beat yourself up 'cause of some shit you did in the past alright? You'll get stuck in the past if ya do, and you won't be able to move forward then. Just uh... just.. look, don't think about the past nor the future. Just think about yourself right now. In the present. 'Cause that'll be what matters most, the present."

He'd never really been all that good at comforting those in need of it. But he just tries, he tries. All he can do is hope that'll it would be enough. Even if those words he said contradict himself, as he really is just stuck in the past right now. Feelings of guilt arising and all from those deep thoughts about past memories. But personally, if he was an amnesiac like Red here and forgot everything about himself, he wouldn't search for the lost memories. He'd go be someone new instead, whether or not his friends from the past him would even like it. Someone new, with new perspectives on things. Because what's good about being stuck in a past you don't even know about? He would rather just leave it and go be something new.

"Also... uh... if you two ever feel like it's way too cold, feel free to just use that cloak of mine or call me to... to uh, warm you up if you'd like...?" The Djinn said. Wait, I should have rephrased that last bit. That sounds like some petty attempt at getting some action, and I do not want to ruin a moment like this.

Chachalotte Dominaiscna​

 

[Chachalotte]

Dalia Wright
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Both of their speech gave something that Dalia lost a long time ago. Hope. As she listened to each of their statements, it was easily known that they weren't used to help somebody. But that was still recomforting her deeply and she clenched her fist on the ground as she bitten her lips, holding her emotions back. "I can't even remember them..." She said as she was thinking about her family. What were they? How did they end up? Maybe she had a child before, although she hated kids deeply. Maybe he was already dead and the thought of dying after was simply wrong for her. So much unanswered question that was torturing him as the curious girl she was. But now thinking back at what Remus said, it was true that she was focused too much on the past, she couldn't help it. It was a missing part of her, but maybe she should drop it a little. Maybe her deeds did do something before and she couldn't remember it. "Yeah... Maybe the future also."

Even if the last words of Remus were kind of weird, she held the cloak hesitantly before finally accepting it as she hands some of it toward Larke. She yawned as she started closing her eyes, feeling really exhausted without clear explanation. Maybe that was the atmosphere and the words said that let her finally be into Morpheus' arms.

Far away from the group, the monk that was playing with a ball secretly felt something bad as took his meditate stance, holding both of his hands together. "Don't tell me..."

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Ravus Eldclaw
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Leaving the tent, Ravus grinned at Faust, not caring about Vesta life and wounds as his wife was already sent away. In a fucked up way, Ravus saw in Vesta eyes a sacrifice that he would consider to be remembered later once he will defeat what he was planning since the beginning thanks to everything he had done. Running away from it, several soldiers were placed before him as he rides toward the mountain near their position, holding deeply his scepter. His smile became even wilder as he thought that his plan was a total success. Blinded by the darkness, the king was near his final act without knowing it and will either keep win or be punished by something outstanding residing inside this mountain.

Between Vesta and Faust, heat could be felt despite the night. The temperature was increasing and the animals that were inside the forest start screaming as they ran away where they could, because they felt something bad coming soon.

Tag: LostHaven

 

[Dominaiscna]

Vesta

As the spikes of ice rushed up to meet her from the runes of the ground beneath, the djinn realized that she was trapped in that there was no where to go. Spikes attacked her from below, a huge cube was rolling at her from the side and arcane magic burned above her. Chances were that there would be no good way to go... or there didn't seem to be any anyway. She'd have to buy herself a little bit of time at least...

The temperature around her shot up as her body burned with the power of a djinn. Due to their flame physiology, she was able to quite comfortably control her body heat and this meant bringing the temperature up to a few hundred degrees if necessary. However, she would go only high enough to melt ice. Pairing the heat with an arcane force field, she concentrated the warmth into the small enclosed bubble-of-a-space around her. The first spike hit the shield with no effect, the second cracked it and spike after spike, the cracks got bigger as the heat rose. Vesta knew she'd have to come out sooner or later. (This is kinda like the Honey scene in the last battle of Big Hero 6)

The large ice cube that had been tumbling towards her shattered against the field, causing it to break and the sudden escape for all the pent up heat meeting the icy cold air caused an explosion outwards that melted through all the ice spikes that had gathered around her. Vesta herself was sent flying and rolling to the side, suffering some damage from the broken shards of ice on the ground as well as the ice cube that had shattered and send spikes of ice into parts of her body. Smoke seemed to rise from her wounds as the djinn struggled to get to her feet though one leg and side of her body had taken the brunt of the fall and most of the ice spikes.

At the sound of horse hooves crunching against the cold snow, Vesta looked up to see Ravus riding away with several soldiers into the night, heading for the dark shape of the mountain in the distance. Even though she had expected him to leave her behind as a sacrifice, the djinn still couldn't stop the pain and piercing feeling in her heart as he disappeared and his spirit drew farther and farther away. She was good as dead... or as close to death as she could get to. Ever since that day... she was to him nothing but his pawn and sacrifice. She'd die a million times over and be resurrected again with his magic to fight all over again.

Angry, hot tears collected at the corners of her eyes but before they could freeze in the cold wind, the little droplets burned away to steam. Now she was looking at Faust and her arm blade formed, burning of arcane magic in a striking pink. She would continue to fight and no matter what happened to her, she accepted her fate.

LostHaven

Spoiler: Battle stuffs

She is pretty much vulnerable. You may freeze or impale her now lol. She won't be able to dodge anything.

Chachalotte

Larke

She was quiet as the djinn spoke, listening to his words as he tried to comfort Dalia. A small smile pulled at the corner of her lips. He wasn't the best speaker... but he sure was better than her and, most importantly, he was trying. Remus like Dalia was also sharing a small piece of their personal history... and it was in a way.. touching to have them share such precious things with her. Larke on the other hand... didn't have anything she could share with her companions. As the young man offered to warm them up, the ethereal spirit shifted closer to him with the cloak still covering her and Red. "I'd like that very much, please warm me up, Remus," she said softly and rather bluntly, oblivious to the other ways her words could be taken. (Well can't really blame her. She doesn't get out a lot... or like at all.)

Family... such a word uttered on their lips had held so much warmth and affections. The young girl found herself looking at the sky as her companions spoke of their families... or of their childhoods... or of what they remembered and didn't. It was almost touching if Larke understood what they were feeling. For her, it was another story. She'd never had anyone to begin with... the ethereal spirit had just woken up one day in the heart of the sanctuary and all she knew was that she was the guardian, the one who would call the great White Larks home and protect them from the dangers of the world. However, she'd never actually gotten to find one... so for the years she'd been alive, she'd been alone. Just her, the Sanctuary and the big night sky.

"I envy you two sometimes... I wish I understood..... wish I could relate to such feelings of yours..." Larke murmured softly in her delicate and silvery voice. Her knees were drawn up to her chest and she rested her chin on her hands over the fabric of Remus's cloak. It was not that she was lonely... after all, a person had to be with someone once in order to seek and crave for companionship or feel pain at lack there of. It was just that, for all her life, the young girl felt that she was just... empty. There was a whole load of nothing... an empty abyss within. She did not know how to feel about it. "...I wonder... what is it like?"

Beside her, Dalia appeared to be dozing off slightly after a light yawn. A small smile dusted her face as she beheld her tired acquaintance. Slowly, Larked opened her mouth to sing her nightly song in the hopes of using it as a lullaby for all of them but as she uttered the first word in her harmonious voice, a ripple across the spiritual realm caused her to sit up straighter, almost bristling like a bird of prey at the sense of danger. Though she was silent, the ethereal spirits body was lined with tensions as she carefully reached out across the spirit world, looking for the source of the strange feeling.

Roxasarass

 

[LostHaven]

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Faust grinned as Vesta rolled across the floor. The outcome of this battle had been decided, before it had even started. Ravus was a fool to pit a pathetic servant like her against him. To be fair though, there weren't many mortals that could take him one in a one on one duel. He strode up to Vesta, while she was still on the floor. However, as he approached her, he noticed small tears welling up in the corner of her eyes, dissipating into steam before it could fall to the ground. He paused for a slight moment, hesitating. He almost felt a little bad for the djinn, and yet, he kept telling himself that for the trick she pulled, she deserved every part of what wouyld happen next. "God, stop crying. You're going to make me feel bad for what's gonna happen next." He muttered, coming to a pause in front of her, as she drew out her blade.

"Huh, so you'll continue fighting, even in the face of death?" He asked, as his hand reached out and grabbed her by the throat with his left hand. He opened his right hand, as a foul, deathly energy began burning in his palm. His right palm reached out toward her, as ethereal chains wrapped her soul. She would feel a deathly chill run down her spine, possibly accompanied by a feeling of dread, horror, terror, or a sense of hopelessness. As he grasped the girl's soul, Faust could feel that there was something wrong with it. There wasn't an empty void in her, like there would be with him, and yet, her soul was not complete, as if it was torn in half. His grip tightened, as he began to pull what was left of her soul from her body. Vesta would feel intense pain, that part was definite. She would also feel as if ethereal strings that bound her soul to her were snapping one by one, with each one snapped causing her to feel more light-headed, as if she'd pass out at any minute. However, Faust would suddenly loosen his grasp, and for Vesta, it would feel like a heavy weight was suddenly lifted off her shoulders. Faust sighed, as he lowered the djinn back to the floor. "Mhmm, you're soulbound to something, right? You wouldn't appreciate having your soul ripped out of you again, eh?" Even though Faust had not completed the process of tearing her soul from her body, it was indefinite that there was some form of damage done to it, and possibly to some extent, her connection with Ravus' sceptre. "Welp, I'll spare you today. But pull another move like that, and disguise yourself like somebody I know, and I'll tear out your soul and burn it until there's nothing left of it." He warned, as the Domain of The Frost Monarch dissipated, the blizzard dying in an instant. "Now, I'll be going after Ravus, I still need Emily's soul back. If you try to attack me, I'll give you a really bad time." He informed the djinn, before walking off.

On his way out of the camp, he had taken a few seconds to fashion another mask out of the skeletons of the guards he had killed earlier. The process was much less bloody as he had withered them into nothing but dry bones in the process of slaying them. He slid the mask on, and made his way toward Ravus. He wouldn't be hard to track, while carrying something like that sceptre. Faust could almost hear the screams of terror of the souls trapped within it...

Dominaiscna Chachalotte

 

[Roxasarass]

Remus Arkos

The Djinn didn't what he was thinking when he said that last line, really. He just felt like saying something, to further try comforting Dalia, and Larke as well. But unfortunately now that he thought back about the line, it appeared to sound like more of a horrible attempt at being suave and smooth. Much like the earlier cheesy and equally shitty lines of his older brother whenever they were out in town and there just so happened to be some girls passing by when they were still fifteen years of age. Those vivid memories of how life used to be before his departure, reminding him of the stupid things he used to do with him.

Though now- wait, he should be distracting himself away from those thoughts. Family and all of that, he didn't come here to talk or gaze at the stars just so he can reminisce those memories he desperately tries to avoid now. It's only been what, minutes since he thought about his own past? It hasn't been that long since he decided to go up here, and he'd already failed at his purpose for being here. Why was he really even here, actually? All Remus did was go and participate in some tournament to satisfy himself of the urge to fight and some of his boredom, and he got this.

He shouldn't have gone there. To the tournament, to Blaros, he shouldn't have been anywhere but the last place he was before hearing of this damn tournament that led him here. Hell, he doesn't even remember where he was before deciding to go to Blaros. He never knows about the names of these towns, or inns he's been in. Any place except for Blaros and his hometown, Remus just didn't bother remembering the name of. Why should he? The only reason he's in this outside world is boredom, and his purpose here is to just be getting rid of that one feeling and nothing else.

"Uh... well. Um... sure? I guess...?" Was all he could really respond to the spirit girl's request to warm her up. It was either she was completely oblivious and innocent, which is what he hopes to god is the real reason she said those words, or she was playing with him. Or... no, he didn't want to think about that one potential reason. The long haired Djinn scoots even closer to Larke, a slightly confused yet flustered expression on his face. Then, he rolled up his sleeves and held up his arms before closing his eyes to focus on what he's about to do.

A crackling sound could be heard as Remus' arms both start turning into bright orange flames, albeit quite slowly. Starting at the very finger tips and eventually running down to his elbows. The first sign of his flame transformation being the skin turning into a much more dark orange shade before going into a state in which it looks much more fluid. Doing this was a hard task, as it would be for most other Djinn. If only he was a Flame Djinn, then he wouldn't have to do this to just start some flames. Concentration was key when it came to this, and the very feeling of transforming was weird itself so it usually took a while before one could master this kind of thing.

And he was far from one, but he could still do it. Eventually his arms starting to have glowing yellow cracks on it, before it bursts into bright orange flames. Blazing so very brightly, like a beacon of light. It's been such a very long time since he's done this actually. "...Alright." His forearms and hands have both now completely turned themselves into flames, orange and yellow. Crackling, but no smoke whatsoever. It was nice to look at, but very hot. Remus himself didn't feel anything, as this is what he was really made of after all.

Now then, he put both of them forward and nearer to the two girls. Transforming back was always the easy part, so this wasn't going to be a problem to change. "There we go, are you... you feeling warmer now?" It was a stupid question to ask, but he still did. And the boy did listen while Larke spoke herself. A life without some resemblance of a family in it was one he felt impossible to think about, as that was what he surrounded by in his childhood. "Having a family is like... it's like having and knowing people that you know will always be with you no matter what you do. That's what it feels to me at least," he described to her.

"You could always start one with that special someone in your life, the person you love the most. A new life. I myself never really wanted to pursue such a life, I had other things to do as well as fears that would only get in the way if I chose that kind of life." The night sky showed bright stars, beautiful stars. So close to their eyes, yet so far away in all actuality. So much farther away. Like some broken relationship. Glancing up towards them, he used his air to adjust some of his hair that was blocking his vision. The boy noticed Dalia drifting off to sleep, but did nothing and continued staring at the stars. Those pretty, pretty stars.

Chachalotte Dominaiscna​

 

[LostHaven]

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The Necronomicon ex Mortis' patience was not infinite. Seven had found her prey almost a century ago, and it frustrated her that she did not even have enough power to defeat an elder lich. She stalked the first fragment, and as time came and went, the man named Faust had brought in two more mortals under his care. One was a half-demon named Lucius. That one was a nuisance more than anything, as it appeared that his demonic powers were very weak. However, the one named Emily was problematic. That one shone with the light of a celestial. Yet, she had not yet unlocked her powers. Seven was irritated beyond imagination, and tonight, something good would finally come Seven's way.

All of a sudden, a beacon of darkness would engulf the human capital, and Seven sensed the dark nature of the magic. It was almost as foul as her existence, and the thought excited Seven. She skipped joyfully about the city, dancing in the wake of death that had been left in the city. Time and time again, her prey had made a bloodbath, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. The elder lich it seemed, was not evil, and would not hesitate to blow Seven to pieces.

Seven had followed Faust out of Blaros, sneaking out of the gates, along with the lich and his 'escort.' They soon led her to a camp outside the city, where the human king rested. His name was Ravus, as it would seem. It would also appear as though the sceptre he carried was the source of the foul magic that had been unleashed on the humans of Blaros earlier. Seven looked into the tent from the window, and witnessed Faust's fight with Vesta. She even found herself rooting for the djinn, hoping her prey would be taken care of for her. However, it would seem that a djinn could not kill a lich.

Bored, Seven turned around to see Ravus heading off into the mountains. She giggled, and ran after him. However, Ravus easily outran Seven, as he was on a horse. Seven frowned, and turned around at a horse that was tied to a post. Her face suddenly lit up, as a scythe-chain materialised in her hand. She approached the horse with a gentle smile, as she raised her weapon.

Seven soon sped into the forest after Ravus, on a skeletal horse. Though she was weak, she could still summon one or two undead. As she reached near the heart of the forest, an unnatural heat suddenly resonated inside the forest, and animals began to scream and flee the forest. However, that did not faze Seven. She didn't care for the dark magic, and she just needed to find the king.

He wasn't very hard to find. The sceptre he carried was a beacon of evil, and Seven could sense its dark magic miles away. She found the king and the scepter in the forest, with a couple of soliders with him. She dismounted her horse, concealed by the trees. Sounds of chains dragging on the floor echoed through the forest, and the guards raised their weapons. However, they somewhat eased as they saw the figure that had emerged from the trees- a small girl. Her face lit up in a bright smile. "Hi! Are you Ravus? I've wanted to meet you for so long! I'm Seven! Can I talk to you? I'm like your number one fan! Can we be friends? Please?" She bombarded him with question after question excitedly. Though she seemed quite innocent on the outside, her dress was stained with blood.

Chachalotte

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[Chachalotte]

Ravus Eldclaw
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The child in front of him couldn't be human at all, seemingly as the blood was all over her despite her smile. But Ravus wasn't really surprised at this. Why? The place was filled with dark aura as the scepter he was holding was flooding with this energy. Glancing at the scepter for several second, he looked behind at his own kingdom with some kind of regrets but he looked back at the child as he put down the scepter on the ground, removing empathy as much as possible.

"Go home kid, this isn't safe out there." He said with a sarcastic tone as the sky was starting to be filled with black aura as the ground was shaking, moreover around this place. But even so, the earthquake could be felt inside the wall of other cities such as Dalcoum as other leaders were closing their eyes, all together thinking about the same thing. They knew something bad would happen but they couldn't do anything about it. Citizens were running around, apart from Blaros where everyone was in a vegetative state. The heat was even increased further, some fire taking place in the wood not too far away. The ground was shaking so much on the mountain that a cracking fissure was appearing, lava was hidden from behind as it was slow, but certainly moving. Something was in there, the stone inside the lava slowly cracking up. Ravus let the scepter doing his job as he readily his sword, staring at the figure as a large column of lava was erupting from the mountain, the whole world looking at it, feared even more.

Tag: LostHaven

The Monk
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When his eyes were being closed, The Monk already knew that the beast that was locked in there was imprisoned for a really long time and awakening her wasn't the wisest idea of all time. Now, he knew that the scepter could not only absorb the souls of people but aswell removed one of the strongest protection ever made. Trying to makes clues of who was behind this whole conspiracy, some names came into his mind but this evil being was one of the strongest he ever met. She has been corrupted a long time ago and only time would have let him know if she was ready to be left alive once more, but the corruption inside her was still very well present and her heat was extremely dangerous for any kind of living being. After sighing which was really rare for The Monk, he started looking up toward the stars with hope. The monk fled into the trio direction (Well, he is sitting in the air) while holding his hand all together with a serious look at the column of lava from before could be seen. "I hope you did rest well, and I'm sorry for interrupting this but... Are you willing to help me on a serious affair against the mad king?"

Dalia opened up her eyes, slowly wiping her eyes before opening up them wildly at the column of lava. Looking at the monk, she nodded at him with a cold sight. This time, the king needed to be defeat once and for all, along with the thing he was awakening.

Tag: Dominaiscna Roxasarass

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[Dominaiscna]

Larke
A soft sigh escaped her lips as the young girl leaned into the magic warmth of a djinn's fire. Already the heat was doing lots of work in defrosting her chilled body and she sat for a moment in silence, eyes closed in comfort. The quietness was broken ever so gently as he tried to explain what it meant to have a family. It made her feel rather sad knowing how she had not the chance to experience what they had... but a smile pulled at her lips and a chuckle escaed her when he spoke of finding that special someone and making a family of her own. She read lots of fairytale books that were stored in the Santuary's library, some a good few hundred times till they were carved into her memory. What he said reminded her much of how there would always be a happy ending in such stories with the lovers defying all odds and finding one another in the end. Still, those were fairytales... and they lived in the real world.

By the time he had finished, the warmth had settled nicely into her bones and she was feeling much more relaxed and cosh. Larke drew in a unsteady breathe as she opened her eyes and looked over dozed off form to Remus. "Thank you... that has made me feel much better, Remus," she said in her soft silvery voice，referring to the fire and warmth he created as well as the advise and suggestions he had given her, "I too have things that have taken up most of my life... but maybe oneday, I will find that person...just maybe... nothing wrong with hoping and dreaming...right?"

However the admosphere of warmth and comfort shattered as the strange pulses resonated across the spiritual plain. Larke visually bristled and her head turned in the direction of the stairs few seconds before the arrival of the floating monk. She unconsciously pulled at the warm cloak around her shoulders, even though she was no longer cold. Though she was still a bit weak and low from the amount of magic she had used earlier in the day, Larke figured that they would need all the help they could get. So, slowly and hesitantly, she nodded.

Chachalotte Roxasarass

Vesta
What had he done to her?

The Djinn remained slumped in the cold snow as her frozen hands reached up, feeling her neck and her chest. There was no physical damage done yet for some reason, Vest felr incredibly bad...awful .,. And just wrong. It was almost like he had ripped something out completely and the world around her tilted, phasing in and out as if she was losing her connection to the physical plain... like she'd almost had her soul ripped out from her body...which she would not have been surprised if that was the case. He had tried tearing out her soul... but the scepter's bonding powers kept her intact.. or at least one half of her spirit. It was at times like these that perhaps she was happy for such a connection.

Yet there was always something else... and it didn't feel wrong. Whatever it was, Vesta was feeling brighter, calmer, clearer and just generally... more alive. If he had attacked her soul, she could only imagine that he had done a good number and the connection between her and Ravus's scepter was becoming frayed. She felt stronger and freerer and more in control with her actions. Rebellious and vengeful thoughts sseemed to occuly her mind but the young woman thought of no such thing but she remained calm and collected. Perhaps.. it would be enough for her to finally draw her blade against Ravus and kill him,

However... there was no way for her to actually physically trudge her way back to Ravus. Chances were that Faust had thrown a good few more runes around for good measure... and she did not want to die by impaling. Thankfully... there was another way to return to the king and though she had never done so before... the djinn knew that it would without a doubt work. It was painful and all.. but death would always be.

Bravely, the weakened girl summoned her arcane arm blade held ghe sharp edge to the skin of her bare beck. Taking a deepbreathe, Vesta sliced the blade across her throst and the djinn's body slumped again into the melting snow. Her form seemed to burn up like paper in the fire and be blown away by wind till there was nothing left. Once her physical body had completely disintergrated, Vesta's soul shot back in the direction of Ravus, being pulled back by the magic sceptre. Once her soul was reabsorbed back into the amgic artefact, the scepter lit up for a moment in light as it was once filled up with her spirit.

The resting and recuperating djinn spirit opened her eyes. She was alive... but she'd have to rebuild herself. It was doable, especially if she had a large reservor of magic to draw from and once she was resummoned into the world, Vesta knew that she would have a plan for what would come next. One that involved dealing with her dear king Ravus.

LostHaven

 

[LostHaven]

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Faust made his way into the mountains near the camp, ruined strips of cloth that had once been a part of his cloak trailing behind him, soaked with his blood, mixed with dirt from the ground. At this point, Faust was no longer bothered to even fix his appearance. His wounds from the earlier fight with Vesta had all but regenerated, yet black blood tainted his golden hair, and what remained of his hood fell down to his back. The further he traversed into the god-forsaken place, the less wildlife were present. It was as if they knew something terrible would soon occur. The place was now lifeless, to say the least. However, Faust would not be easily fazed, as he continued his way to Ravus. He came for something, and would not leave until he got what he wanted.

The closer he got to Ravus, more heat seemed to permeate the air. The some parts of the forest were also set ablaze. That being said, forest-fires were the least of Faust's concerns. He could walk through fire and the tongues of fire wouldn't even dare to touch him. As he got even closer to the mad king, fissures began to appear in the earth, molten lava flowing through the small gaps. It was as if the underworld itself had been summoned to the mortal plane. However, if that were indeed the case, Faust would not be surprised. He had a similar spell, after all.

He soon found Ravus with his sceptre. Faust had sensed the foul magic of the sceptre from a mile away. Yet, it was not only the sceptre he sensed. He could sense another foul creature near Ravus. However, the power whatever that creature held was miniscule compared to the sceptre, and did not seem to bother Faust...

Until the Arcanecrylhik began to glow violently, giving off a bright crimson light...

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Seven's cheeks puffed up, as Ravus ordered her to 'go home.' She was somewhat upset that Ravus had simply told her to go home. "But... You just trashed Blaros. I don't wanna go back!" She complained, giving Ravus a pair of puppy-eyes. However, Seven seriously doubted that puppy-eyes would work on Ravus. And she wasn't here just to 'make friends' with some mad king either.

"And I don't care what you're doing," Seven added, "But just how do you like it if some mean person comes and mucks up everything you've worked up to?" She asked Ravus, diving forward and clinging to his left leg. "Please let me stay! Please! I can be useful!" She begged Ravus, looking up into his eyes. "The bad-guy with the scary mask is coming. And he's going to kill alot of people! I can help you beat him!" She exclaimed. As she said this, Faust emerged into the clearing. Seven looked back up to Ravus, still clinging to his leg. "See? He's here already! I can help! Just trap him and I'll punish him for killing your guards." She told Ravus, before glancing at Faust's book. That was what she was after... no, rather what is sealed inside it- the first fragment of the Necronomicon.

Chachalotte
Dominaiscna (not too sure what Vesta could do... just watch, I guess... She'd be like "Hey Faust, can you like, completely rip my soul out of the sceptre this time?' but no, that's not gonna happen because Faust'll be ded.)

OOC

Ok, time to kill Faust... Make his death as horrible as you want. >: ). He'll get a res later anyways.

 

[Roxasarass]

Remus Arkos

Bright orange flames started dying out after some time passed them, as these flames would have been enough to warm up the young-looking spirit's body. The cold night had very little effect on him, he had the fact that he was born a Djinn to thank for that. Sometimes he liked to think why they were given flames for bodies. Flame incarnates was one of them, but they're abilities had made that invalid. That was the one that he thought about the most, despite having known that the different types of Djinn had different abilities. So many different elements, some combinations, some original.

What most interested him about the elements that Djinn had was undoubtedly the rarest of them, speculated to be nothing but myths among the Djinn community with only a few ever having seen them exist within the records of Djinn history. There wasn't much known about them, aside from they're abilities and how they were considered quite powerful. Those Djinn with that element, so powerful yet so rare to even be seen. The one and only Djinn element that most of them have just been told to not be real, due to it's extreme rarity. A legendary sight if come across, for them at least.

The element of the Arcane. Pure magic. A mystical element, and a very potent and powerful one indeed. Some considered it the fifth element among the original four, some theories had even speculated that it was the one element who created the original first elements. But those were just speculation and the such, so they shouldn't really believed. Books back home mentioned it very few time, mainly just books that were specifically made for the subject of Djinn elements but were still scattered here and there. The Djinn race, in his eyes, are quite the mystery. How they came to be, why their bodies remained flame despite their abilities being of different elements, many questions indeed.

"I'm glad that you liked it." Orange flamed arms became black and grey, like ash. With embers here and there on his arms, slightly glowing then disappearing seconds later. Reverting back into his original form always felt weird to him, as well as just looked weird in his perspective. Transformation itself just felt weird. Soon, his arms had returned back to their original appearance. "Ah, damn it," he muttered under his breath as he noticed that a little bit of his rolled up sleeves had been burned slightly. It was his only good shirt, after all. He'd thrown away his original clothing, except for his his precious cloak after all. What he wore now was stolen off the dead body of some guy he found in a forest.

Quiet, he was. Taking in all the spirit had to say, he found himself faintly smiling. This talk of creating families and love had somehow only just now made him think of how the two girls in front of him were both quite beautiful by his standards. There was Red, or Dalia, who he could probably consider a tomboy with how she acts. Judging from what he could gather from his short relationship with her, she didn't like being called beautiful. He'd most likely have either a sword or a shield thrown at him if he teased her about that particular thing. She does have the charm in her looks though. She looks cute.

Next was the one who wasn't asleep. Larke, the girl who was with that masked guy who seemed like the owner of the dragon. From what he could tell, she was some sweet and innocent girl you'd probably wish to protect from all the bad in the world. That kind of innocent. Naive too. In a world like this, it could only do bad to a person like her. "Well, I am certain that you'd find that person soon enough, Larke. Hoping and dreaming for such a thing is alright." Remus gave her a friendly smile after he did say that. Dreaming and hoping for a love to come one day was also something he wanted once, after all.

Then the monk came towards them, so he gave his attention to that. And gave his answer to his question as simple as he could. "Yes."

Chachalotte Dominaiscna​

 

[Chachalotte]

Ravus Eldclaw/The Monk/Dalia Wright
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Ravus, now annoyed by the demon looking like a little child wasn't hesitating for his next move. After swinging his leg ahead with great strength, removing her grasp against him he wasn't focused on the open hole forming beside them because of Faust's figure not too far. He bit his lips and had not any other choice, but to release his beam once more toward him. "Kid, I didn't trash Blaros. But if you're willing to kill this masked man once and for all..." Frowning, he glanced back at the column of lava as his eyes wide opened as he was projected against the wall, and used his shield in order to stabilize back. After slowly moving back up painfully, he couldn't believe it as the figure he had to summon wasn't the one he was told. Instead of the graceful beast that used to be there, it was just smoking flames with a mouth in the middle of it, a cloud of hatred, pain, heat. However, something hidden behind was hooked and attached to it, hopeless and asking for help as it was crying. The cloud soon reinforced it grasped as it surrounds the mythical fire beast.

Spoiler

The cloud

The Phoenix, corrupted from the cloud
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The Phoenix, now forcibly back into anger and hatred left his hole at a furious speed, glancing around at the place he was in before forcing his sights at Ravus, the dark color surrounding it. Without any hesitation, the King took his scepter once more and pointed it at the Phoenix. However, the beam wasn't released this time. Frowning, Ravus shook the scepter and looked back several times hesitantly at the Phoenix. "Heck this!" he yelled as the scepter heat increased furiously, making the man yelled with pain as his hand was burned. However, this didn't stop him as he did a closed fist before holding his sword. The Phoenix fled toward him one time, pushing him away as he was rolling on the right with the sword locked into the ground. The Phoenix did a loop in the air before coming back at him, rolling back again as he was memorizing and took back his sword. The Phoenix came back another time this time even more confident as he thought the man he was fighting was gasping for air, but it was all fake. While the Phoenix was flying across him, he took this opportunity to empowered his sword with water as he dealt a powerful stroke with his sword before jumping right on the top of the beast, looping himself in the air and dealt a spinning slashed before coming back toward the ground. After some seconds, he noticed that the ground was sticking his feet. After spinning in the air once more, the Phoenix came back and bit Ravus' ribcage before taking him with its paw, rolling him on the grounds for several meters before he fell unconscious.


Meanwhile, the Monk was holding an artifact, a necklace and gave it to Larke. "No wonder why the Phoenix is resorting to violence... The only way for him to stop her madness would be to imprison the cloud surrounding her... The corruption is holding the Phoenix against her will." With a brief pause, he talked back."During the past, it was impossible. Only someone who can communicate with her spirit can let her roam free from the corruption. There's still hope with her, and resorting with violence wouldn't be the wisest idea." the Monk nodded at the three while his hands were raised from both of his sides, clapping together as the balls around him felt on the ground. A sort of third eyes spread around his hands, enveloping the trio which teleported them away, once more. "May Alvin's will be with you." was the last voice the trio would hear for a while. After they were away from Palchissia, the Monk noticed the lack of voices from the Phoenix.

Teleported near to the Phoenix cage, flames were surrounding the area and the trio could see from some distance the Phoenix in the air. Sensing the monk magic, the Phoenix was on its guard and stopped flying, healing its wound from before. However, the trio was safe from their position and could think of before jumping straight into it or searching for help around.
Dalia raised her hand and closed her eyes as she put back her armor with magical particles surrounding her before looking back at Remus and Larke as she was slightly ashamed to show how vulnerable she could be sometimes. However, she took back her usual demeanor as the threat wasn't far and could do great damage to the world. "You sure got some guts, accepting such a deal despite your wounds..." She said directed at Remus, but also at Larke with all the magic she had purposely done to help her before. Thinking back about the Monk words, a Phoenix can't really die, no matter what you're doing to it. Protecting Larke at all cost would be the best idea, but they also needed to stun down this beast for a moment. She glanced back at the two, hoping they would have their thoughts on it.

LostHaven Dominaiscna Roxasarass

 

[LostHaven]

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His day was getting from bad to worse, wasn't it? The fact that Faust hadn't, or couldn't do anything to prevent this annoyed him... No, his mortal days had long past. And much happier days they were, filled with lighter laughter. Days, where he had not dealt with the guilt, where he had not dealt with the dread, of all his greivous sins, crawling up his back, haunting his thoughts. Days where a genuine smile had painted his face. Faust sighed heavily. Though he had fond memories of his life as the Grand Archmage, serving the first king, it wasn't as if the present was like hell for him. For starters, he had Lucius and Emily. He wouldn't exactly call them family, but at least things were much livelier with those two, even if he had to put up with some shenannigans every now and then. Then, all of a sudden, he came to a realisation. He still had a desire after all- he had not expected to return with Emily's soul alive. He knew not of the full extent of Ravus' sceptre. But now, he found himself wishing that he could return alongside his successful reaping. However, his attention immediately snapped to the situation at hand, as a cry of pain and horror pierced the air, silencing all the terrible, tormented screams of the dead. His eyes settled down onto a bright flare- a legendary creature described in the books. Truly immortal, the phoenix erupted from the ground in all its blazing glory. Yet, it was in pain, tormented.

He witnessed Ravus' very short battle against the creature. The king was either brave, or a fool to try and defeat a phoenix in a one-on-one battle. Even after death, a phoenix is not defeated, for the ashes of a phoenix truly grants eternity- again and again, if the creature would die, the phoenix would simply be reborn from the ashes of its former self. Faust reached out for his tome, still glowing an ominous crimson. At this point, it did not concern the lich what the glow signified. Taking care of the phoenix would be the most important thing at the given time. Though Faust preferred to not kill the oversized bird, he wasn't above using whatever foul magicks he had to put an end to the thing's suffering... He reached out to undo the latches of the Arcanecrylhik...

Yet his tome did not budge... The latches could not be undone. It was as if they had melted together... It simply wouldn't open. Suddenly, the book jolted up and out of his hand, landing on the floor. It continued to rattle arond on the floor, as if an evil spirit or demon had been trapped in it, and was trying to escape. As for Faust, he could not get this feeling of dread out of him. It was as if his own soul was trying to escape its prison. "What in the nine circles of hades..."

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Seven, with a grin skipped toward the tome that had fallen to the ground. She always wondered why tomes always had the strangest names. Couldn't they have named a tome something simple, like Ruin or something like that? She couldn't even get her own name right, let alone the Archenacrerlerk thing, or whatever it was called. However, that was only a trivial matter. What was really important, was not getting the name of that book, but rather what it contained. She picked up the book from the ground, still glowing crimson, and looked up at the masked lich. "Mister, is this your book?" She asked Faust with a playful grin. Still holding the book, she put her other hand over it, as all of a sudden...

All the darkness that had tainted the Grand Archmage's tome was suddenly expelled from it, erupting into the sky, a pillar of shadows and death... However, as soon as the tempest had begun, it faded into nothingness, as the darkness returned to the Necronomicon ex Mortis... Seven smiled once more- a twisted grin, spread across her face...

Faust suddenly collapsed, hitting the ground the tree behind him with a thud, sliding down to the floor. He suddenly lost control of his body. He couldn't feel his legs, and apparently, lifting up his arm was easier said than done. His eyes drifted up toward the little girl walking toward him. He took note of that inhuman smile on her face. "Now, this is just disappointing. I'd imagined that I'd die in a bit more of a... Grand fashion. Geddit?" He joked. Apparently, his famous last words would be a pun...? "Ew, that's bad..." Seven retorted, her grin fading in an instant. Even the little girl was not amused by Faust's puns. "Are you dumb? Your last words are gonna be puns?"
"Dead serious."
"Stop making puns..."
"Over my dead body."
"I will cut your limbs off... one by one..."
"Don't worry, I'll tell the judge it was axe-idental."
At this point, Seven had gotten quite fed up with Faust's baloney, and her weapon materialised in her hand. Raising her scythe, Seven sliced Faust's left arm right off... And it didn't regenerate. "Your grip on this shell is slipping. You can't save yourself. I've gotten the book, now I'm out." Humming to herself, Seven threw the now cleansed (to some extent) tome at Faust, before skipping away. She'd found what she was after. Maybe she'd hide until Ravus is alone or something. She could ask to tag along with him... that could be fun...

Sighing, Faust just relaxed and leaned against the trunk of the tree. It wasn't as if he had any other option. He looked at his tome, which he had created during his lifetime. The darkness that defiled it was almost all gone, so that was at least something good. With some effort, he reached out his right arm and opened the book- when shadows seeped out from the book's pages. Eldritch and unnatural. Faust's soul had already been corrupted beyond salvation, undeserving of being graced by a description... And now it was slowly escaping its phylactery. To be fair, the phylactery was already gone, and now, his soul is slowly escaping. God knows to where. He looked at it, and sighed again. His thoughts slowly drifted to what he had thought earlier. Returning alive? Hah, not in another thousand years. His eyes drifted toward the phoenix, which he could no longer do anything about.

Suddenly, he sensed several more presences enter the area. All but one of them he had sensed before. Without turning to face the company, he spoke out to them. "Oi, took you dipshits long enough. Ravus summoned some flaming oversized chicken, and I'm actually dying... All because of some little kid. Thanks a lot... Fucking asshole... Oh, maybe that Larke person can try to talk to the other giant bird? I dunno. Can't help ya'll now. Too busy dying and feeling sorry for myself."

Chachalotte Roxasarass Dominaiscna

 

[Roxasarass]

Remus Arkos

"Boredom's my best friend, and this might just be the one thing that'll get rid of it forever. Besides, I'd never in my life refuse to do something like this and I could maybe even be able to show my skills to their full extents. I'd die happy doing something like this," was his response directed to the redhead, a smirk creeping itself on his face as he then pulled his prized blade out of it's sheath. "Let's go and do this shit." And at the exact end of those words, the air around his sword's blade had started swirling so very quick and fierce it was akin to a small hurricane in an instant. Creating a loud bang, then a whirring noise like a drill.

Manipulating the air around him was as second nature to him as breathing was, or moving around his fingers. As expected of a person like him, taught on how to use his abilities since a very young age. They were always told to just think of it as something that wasn't special, but rather something that was like breathing and just let go rather than limit it through thinking of it as a trump card. That was a long time ago, so it wasn't anything important. What was important was now, the present. They were going to take down that phoenix no matter one, even it just happens to be an immortal guy.

As a Djinn, flames had no effect on him. Only his clothing would usually get burned, while he just stayed the same throughout. So going near this phoenix would probably be a piece of cake for him, the others, not so much probably. There was the guy with the mask from earlier, though from what he could see, it appeared that he was dying and needed help though the sarcasm in his voice made it seem like he didn't care to him.

Remus was completely ready for this, though he himself knew that just going head in was completely reckless. What they needed was a plan. So, he did what he could about it. "Got any plan for this?" By asking if anyone had an actual plan.

Chachalotte Dominaiscna​

 

[Dominaiscna]

Larke

All she could see were the flames and then the great phoenix before them. The ethereal spirit's eyes glowed a fiery orange, reflecting the light of the creature's fire as she gazed upon the beast, fearful yet amazed and awestruck at how simply magnificent it was. Beside her, Dalia and Remus exchanged words but she heard none of it as she studied the phoenix with eyes looking into the spiritual plain at its soul. The poor thing... she'd never seen so much corruption before on a living creature and it was being caused so much pain and torment that it hurt just to watch. They had to end its suffering some how... but killing was not the way.

"...He's crying..." Larke murmured, her soft voice quivering ever so slightly, "...we can't kill him. He will just suffer even more... and will just be born again and again." There was a possibility of her soul threading out the corruption and purifying the phoenix's soul.. but for that she would need an enormous amount of magic which she didn't have. She would have to borrow power from somewhere but.. where?

Looking around, she sensed magic coming from something lying on the ground. It looked to be a scepter... but she recognized it as Ravus's and hence did not want to tamper with the corrupted instrument. She too sensed an enormous amount of power coming from a short distance away and that was when she saw Faust. Her eyes fluttered wide open and her mouth almost shouted his name but fortunately, she caught herself in time...after all, the spirit did not want to risk drawing the full on attention of the phoenix.

"...I might know a way to save the phoenix without killing or fighting it... but for that I will need a lot of magic.. and I will need you two to cover me when I try to talk to it... Once I have made a connection, it should be fine but first.. " she looked from the phoenix to Faust to everything else around them in the hell hole of a battlefield, "...first I need to do something so. Be safe, I will be back as soon as possible."

From there, Larke pushed past the two and burst into a run, making her way in an arc towards the fallen elder lich. Her entire body glimmered white as she activated Spirit Rush, making three swirling dashes and covering a huge amount of ground. In a short moment, she had reached Faust and had knelt down beside his body. "Faust..!" Though she was still deeply disturbed by him, the spirit realized that he was probably the only person who could help her and hoped that she in turn could help him stabilize his body.

However, upon studying his soul through her eyes, Larke realized that there was nothing she could do. He wasn't hurt or damaged in anyway, not spiritually or physically, but it was more that the bond between him and his vessel was disappearing. There was nothing anchoring him to the physical and living world anymore. She knew not how he had sewn himself to the vessel, but even if she did, the spirit doubted that she would be able to help him. He himself seemed to have given up on any recovery. Her brow furrowed in worry and her hands made tight and tense fists around the fabric of Remus's cloak that she forgot she still had over her shoulders. A little way away, she spied the tome the elder lich always kept by his side... it was completely purified and leaked with something she could only guess to be his soul.

"I don't think there is anything I can do for you... I know not how save you, Faust," she spoke softly yet her voice held a hint of desperation as her words became please, "but in order to save the phoenix, will you lend me your power?"

LostHaven Roxasarass Chachalotte

 

[LostHaven]

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It took a damn long time for help to arrive, huh? Faust's vision became blurred, and seconds became minutes. He was... afraid? Well, he had reason to. He was going to die, after all. Possibly for good, this time. Without a doubt, retribution would find him, even in death. However, he would have to face punishment for his sins one way or the other... He turned his head to one side, to find Larke speeding toward his direction, coming to a halt before him.

"There's no point wasting your breath trying." He told the spirit, after hearing her apologise for not knowing any way to help him. "I didn't ask for this accursed undeath anyways." He added, pointing toward his tome. "Just take it and reap whatever power you can from my soul. If Ravus wants to use magic this evil, then toucan play that game... Gods, I've never been one for 'final act of sacrifice' shennanigans. And here I am, playing the fucking hero..." He sighed, taking his gaze off Larke. It soon found another object to fall upon, and that object happened to be Ravus' sceptre. Maybe, just maybe, it was fit to be a makeshift phylactery, at the very least. However, the very sight of that thing disgusted even the Elder Lich. How Ravus thought he could control such foul magic was beyond Faust. Just the look of the thing made Faust want to break it. Speaking of which, that was exactly what Faust was going to do. He once again turned back to Larke.

"By the way, once you're finished with the book, you can keep it. Also, pass me that sceptre. I might be able to free the souls trapped in it." Faust had plans to break that thing to tiny bits, but that was a bit hard, especially if you only have one arm left. Perhaps, if he tried to flood the sceptre with holy magic, it could do at least something? Faust didn't know how to use celestial magic, but he knew enough to be able to harvest all the power from his weapon and then flood it into the sceptre. "One last thing, once everything's finished here, could you go fetch Emily and Lucius? I've still got unfinished business, and I'm going to make them finish it off for me. Oh, and when Ravus wakes up, whoop his ass and kick him in the dick for me."

Dominaiscna

 

[Dominaiscna]

Larke

The ethereal spirit almost felt incredible sorrow as she looked upon the elder lich laid down before her. The look in his eyes spoke enough of how he was withering away... and the unspeakable feelings he was experiencing at these last moments of a life none thought could come to an end. Perhaps had she known him better... or was not quite so petrified of him, Larke would shed tears and cry. However, as she was now, she could only manage a sad smile as she looked upon the dying man.

Getting to her feet, she activated Spirit Rush and used the three dashes to quickly reach and retrieve both his tome and the scepter that emanated with such dark power. In a matter of a few short moments, she was back at Faust's side, kneeling down beside him with both items in her arms. Carefully, she passed over the scepter, placing it in the Elder Lich's good hand and closing his fingers around the staff of the magic instrument.

"Thank you...Faust," she murmured softly, dipping her head in an act of respect and gratitude while her hands rested in her lap, cradling the tome. "You will have nothing to worry about... because I will do everything that you have wished for."

LostHaven

 

[Chachalotte]

Dalia Wright / Ravus Eldclaw
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Dalia grinned at Remus words before looking back at the Phoenix. The sight of the King unconscious on the ground was quite thrilling and ironic, since he was the one awakening this beast, coming from a long time ago. Compared to the usual creatures she's used to fighting, there was no way they could face it head on and learning its weaknesses while beating it. As she raised her eyebrow, she listened to Larke plan and the pain the Phoenix had to endure. She couldn't see the darkness surrounding the flying beast like Larke, but there was no way a pure and innocent soul like Larke would lie about it. The Monk was probably right, after all, her power was definitely something outstanding that Dalia was impressed with. Even if people mostly marked her as a warrior interested only in bloodlust, she was secretly liking magical powers who were useful for others things then hurting. The fact that Larke can communicate with souls was awesome.

Dalia nodded with a smirk as the beast was noticing the group. As the Phoenix picked a large stone with its claws before launching it in their direction, she catches up to it and cut the rock in half as its spread around the forest. Looking back on the field, Larke had put the scepter from Ravus inside Faust's hand. As far she could remember, Faust was a threat toward Ravus and their bounds weren't looking great, although it feels like both of them had fought together for quite a long time, what could have possibly happened? Now that she thought about it, the scepter was always around Ravus during most of the time. Ravus was a hero a long time ago, but that wasn't the case anymore since his recent acts, so why? Even if she didn't know much about Ravus and Faust, the scepter was always there. Of course, no matter what would have been the cause, she couldn't forgive the King for the dumbest acts he had done. Killing for the sake of freedom was the most stupid words she heard. After some seconds, she was concentrating back at the Phoenix. But it wasn't her anymore as she still felt the warmth around her... She turned back at Remus as the Phoenix appeared again, its claws trying to grab the Djinn at his back. "Remus, watch your back! The Phoenix can become invisible!" She was trying to run in his direction but it was too late to do anything. If he was getting hurt because of her space out moment, she wouldn't be able to forgive herself this time.

After a long time being knocked out, the undying King spread its leg before successfully getting up again. Walking slowly at Larke and Faust direction, he frowned upon the two while he was weaponless. Trying to reach the scepter with his hand sneakily, he was repulsed a few centimeters away and he sighed. He then came back and grabbed Larke by the top of her dress near her neck, seemingly pissed of. She wasn't supposed to be a threat, it was impossible... The King couldn't be defeated right now, even if he didn't know that finishing the scepter off right now would almost kill him. "Could you be the one responsible for the betrayal against my own scepter? Lie to me, and I will finish you off."

Inside Faust's mind, a few words whispered from the scepter could be heard. "I can give you power, Faust... So much more... I can bring much more richness to your whole family... Emily, that's her name, right?... I can give her any happiness she wants... Money... Stuff... I can bring anything... Anything! " The scepter said, seemingly trying to survive until the very end. The scepter didn't know that many people would come at this moment and it was scared, his power was unable to do anything against the Elder Lich. His true master was far away and the battle was soon reaching an end.




Tags : Dominaiscna Roxasarass LostHaven

 

[LostHaven]

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The blood of gods, which grant mortals eternity. The cure to the one pestilence that will only be defeated by a miracle. It does not matter how many times you cheat Death. In the end, the abyss claims us all. And yet, would it not be better to let the abyss drag you into the darkness? I have seen almost a millennium through my eyes, and everything I would ever care about would wither and die before my very eyes...

Immortality... Is it really a blessing? This undeath... Is nothing but a curse.

Time and time again, I ask myself: what do I try for? This world will grow dull as the centuries pass, and the sands of time will erode everything from my mind. A hollow life, with everything taken from it would still trudge on even after death. Time indeed does wonders for a man's sanity... I guess this is for the best...

Thoughts raced through Faust's mind. A for once in almost a century, he was totally serious for once. However, that wouldn't last long... Apparently, the sceptre could talk...?

"I must be going utterly mad..." Faust muttered to himself, gazing down at the stick. A talking sceptre? As if a gem on a metal stick was sentient... But then again, if a book could be sentient, then so can a rod... "Anything? Well I want to eat a donut. But I am physically unable to eat anything, and you can't make a donut. So I don't need you, and neither will anyone." Faust informed the sceptre. "So yeah. You're gonna die. Have fun in purgatory. If you see Death, tell him I said fuck you." Faust raised the scepter, and put it between his teeth... Everything was so inconvenient with only one arm... Next, he reached for his scythe. With some difficulty, Faust grasped on to the scythe and pulled it from his back and on to the ground. "welp, any lasht wordsh?" Faust asked, barley managing to get the words out of his mouth. Using a twig poking out of the tree which he leaned on, he pulled the glove off of his good hand and ran his naked fingers across the flat end of the Guillotine Scythe's blade. Rays of light emanated from the weapon wherever his hand touched, severely burning Faust's hand. Very soon, Faust had siphoned almost all the celestial energy from the weapon. The light burned in his palm, as if he were holding the sun itself in his hand. Even as he held the light in his hand, it would burn away his unholy flesh, leaving nothing but dry bones. Faust grimaced in pain, biting down on the sceptre even harder, bringing his palm closer to the tool.

He flooded it with celestial energy. The light exploded forth into the sceptre, and the corrupted instrment soaked it all up, just like it had with thousands of innocent souls. However, the amount of celestial energy proved too overwhelming, and cracks began to run across the surface of the sceptre, and light poured out from the small gaps. It had worked- the light was tearing the sceptre apart. Or not...

The rays of light which emanated out from the small cracks which had covered the surface of the sceptre soon died down. It was in terrible shape, like it would shatter should it exchange blows with a sword, but it was not broken. Faust tried to grasp it with his hand, but he could not move it- the celestial energy had burned it away, and his bones were falling apart. Faust's vision began to fade. "godfuckingdammit" He thought to himself. In a (somewhat ridiculous) last ditch effort, Faust bit down on the end of the sceptre even harder, his teeth pressing against the cracked surface. Suddenly, the sceptre shattered...

"If I meet those cultists and Death in hell,I'll fucking beat them up until they cry in the corner and call me uncle..." He muttered, as all life finally faded from his eyes...

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With all it's magic expended, the Guillotine Scythe fell into broken shards... And so the Grand Archmage finally dies.


Dominaiscna Roxasarass Chachalotte