Fantasy Bitter Spite

[Avari]

Knight Commander Lucrezia Whitefall
Imperial Palace
West Wing Corridor




Lucrezia left the study shortly after Jabel, as she had decided to take a few moments to inspect some of the books that were stacked with loving abandon by the wall. There had been a few interesting ones as well, including The 33 Strategies of War and War and Democracy in the Age of an Empire. After making a mental note to return later, the Knight-Commander made her way back towards the Academy - a large building that was almost as old as the Palace itself. The Academy was where the military-wing of the Empire made its base of operations, as well as the Cabrinate Knights and Lucrezia would need to ensure things would run smoothly in her absence.


“Good Afternoon, Knight-Commander.” Greeted a silky voice.


Lucrezia tensed, but remained inexpressive as she turned on her heel.


“Lord Xander, It’s nice to see you.” She lied.


The man named Xander smiled back at her with perfect white teeth. He was a handsome man, it was true. The fact he was a still in his younger years and was fabulously wealthy had also not damaged that. He had Long, thick brown hair and sharp features. His eyes were a deep brown, and he always dressed finely - today he was in a dark green suit.


“You’re too kind, Lady Whitefall.” The noble man replied smoothly, his smile not faltering as he took in the woman in front of him. It felt uncomfortably like being dissected. “Such odd rumors about the Palace today, everyone is getting rather excited. Half Gods this and Necromancers that...”


The Knight-Commander inwardly flinched, but was not foolish enough to show it. Xande was toying with her, clearly. He raised an eyebrow at her. “Wouldn’t know anything about that would you? I’m sure and Jabel-”


“-Marshal Vazeran.” She corrected him, as gently as she could manage.


“Of course,” Xander responded, looking amused as he waved a hand. “But I’m sure the pair of you wouldn’t be hiding anything from the Council, would you?”


Bugger Lucrezia thought, and she quickly tried to calculate a way out of the political minefield she had glided into. But Xander seemed to take her short silence as a confirmation, and chuckled. “Not to worry, My dear. It’ll be our little secret. I know how you and...Marshal Vazeran have formed quite the team recently. It’s been rather fortuitous for you, hasn’t it?”


Lucrezia blinked. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.”


Xander laughed at that. It was an unpleasant sound. “Oh, don’t be coy. Getting her on your side was a excellent bit of maneuvering. The other council members will rarely dare to vote against two war heroes. Quite a coup for you really.”


“We both simply want what is best for Empire, Lord Xander.” Lucrezia replied bluntly, but Xander simply smirked. “But of course, my dear. Of course. Don’t we all. You know the Academy will continue to have all the funding you two desire as long as that is the case. ”


Then there was silence between them, the unspoken threat like a clash of swords. The vocal maneuvering between them was over, at least for now. Xander turned on his heel, and gave a small wave as he began to walk away. “Good day.” Lucrezia felt herself let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding, only for Xander to pause and mock slap his forehead in feign surprise.

“Oh! before I forget. Did you know Caius Levinhart has been arrested and is currently stewing in the interrogation chamber? Thought you ought to know.”

Lucrezia stared at the man as he left, no doubt smirking all the way. She didn’t move for a short time, trying to decide what she had done in a previous life to deal with the potential imminent resurrection of the Dark Lord, Lord Zacharias Xander and seeing Caius Levinhart again all in one day.

Then she turned and left, her white cloak flapping behind her, wondering how she was going to deal with all three.


Reinhardt Alteras

 

[Alteras]

Jabel Vazeran
Imperial Palace - West Wing

Jabel further crouched down and moved her weight on to the balls of her feet. She furrowed her brows and narrowed her eyes. "You say that while carrying your weapon! Disarm yourself and state your purpose!" It was clear enough to Jabel that a guy wearing a mask and cloak hiding in the shadows is up to no good. "Unmask yourself!" She slowly let her Marshal's Discipline out, intimidating the person and letting out ice cold air. Fog will start to appear on glass and polished marbles in the hallway, but that didn't matter at the moment. The palace maids can clean it.
The_Omega_Effect

 

[The_Omega_Effect]

Kyros Manearys

Imperial Palace

Kyros saw the aura of cold slowly appear around her. He found it a bit odd in terms of destiny that the day he was out of frost arrows was the same day he would be up against a user of frost. He removed his bow from his shoulder and held it in his hand while immediately taking a defensive stance. He had to be ready if the woman attacked him. He started to think of strategies he could use already. However, she was still not attacking him yet, which still gave him time to try and talk things over. He loosened up a little bit, removing his cowl and mask to reveal his face. "Would you believe me if I said that I had nothing better to do so I came here to talk to you or some Flamel guy so that I can find a way to lend my skills that would be useful? If you couldn't already tell, those skills are basically archery, and sneaking."

Alteras

 

[Alteras]

Jabel Vazeran
Imperial Palace West Wing

Jabel stared and watched the man move. She didn't care about what his face looked like, only that he hadn't let his bow go. He moved slowly, with the intent of defense, she could see that much. "Flamel is a fake. A man showed with poor armor and fled before a crowd. That you can hear at any bar. What do you intend to say?" Jabel shifted her stance ever so slightly, crouching further down, only a few adjustments away from a runner's start. She had enough skill and abilities to engage a ranged fighter in this small area.
The_Omega_Effect

 

[The_Omega_Effect]

Kyros Manearys

Imperial Palace

Kyros wondered what she was planning to do when she subtly changed her position. Then he had suddenly realised her intent. She was preparing to engage him. The thought was most definitely not received well by him. At this point he had to find a way to stop her from attacking. He decided that escaping would be his best bet as fighting in closed off areas would not be good for him. He slung his bow back over his should to signify that he was not going to attack her. He knew full well that she could use this as an opportunity to strike him down. But he had a small plan in mind.

"Sorry, but I haven't been to many bars recently. Been busy doing work...As I said, I have nothing better to spend my time with. And for that reason, I came here to find something that I could do that might be perhaps be of some use. If I am to guess, with me being here for quite a bit of time and only passing by a single patrol on my way here, inside one of the most secure places in the Empire, I would say your forces are already stretched pretty thin. Wanting to do anything, any distance away from here would probably leave this place practically unguarded."

He had no idea what he was talking about towards the end. He was just saying whatever he could think of at that point to lengthen the conversation. While talking to her, he made his now free hand as relaxed as possible, with it seeming like he just left it there. But he was actually summoning smoke with it, with all of it concentrated in his palm. He had to get quite the amount which lead to him using long and convoluted sentences. Whether him talking this way to her and him assuming such things provoked her or not did not matter. With his smoke active, he could use his magic to mask the sounds produced by him and easily get away while shooting a few arrows behind him to keep her at bay. Not to mention he had two more explosive arrows left if he had to bust his way out of there. If it wasn't day instead of night, he might have had a much easier time escaping.

Alteras

 

[Reinhardt]

Caius Levinhart​

Current Location: Imperial Palace - Interrogation Chamber​

Back at the vacant chamber, the two - both Caius and the soldier, remained still in awkward silence. The soldier could not find the courage in him to speak to the former knight, who now seems to be a ruthless killer, and Caius simply found it pointless to converse with the soldier.

Nothing could be heard but the whispers of the wind that blew through the windows of the palace and circulated throughout the chambers. The two stood still, a few meters apart from each other - the soldier was in an alert stance, holding both his lance and spear firmly, and Caius simply remained still, yet emanated an intimidating aura.

Until the silence was broken when the soldier finally spoke, though with a trembling voice.

"Uhh, Sir Levinhart, why did you kill that man?

"Because he deserved it."

"And, err, how did he deserve it?"

"He sealed his death when he revealed to me that he was a fanatic of Seth."

"Oh."

A short moment of silence passed until the soldier continued conversing with the infamous Crimson Slayer.

"Umm, were you kicked out by the knightly order?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I am no longer necessary."

"Why?"

"I'm not going to answer all you questions, kid. Now remain silent, or I'll break these weak restraints of yours and grant you the same fate as that of the Seth fanatic."

The soldier shivered, and answered loudly in fear. "Y-yes sir!"

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[Archdemon]

Diarmid
Location: Shady Alley

The moment the Girl kissed his cheek, he just stood there looking slightly confused, then it happened. His heart started beating to unnatural levels, his entirely body tensed up and he had the absolute urge to croak. He was fighting with all his will to not give in to this girls demands on hoping around and croaking like a frog. His legs were shaking and his mouth was tightly shut, everybody could see he was very much struggling not to give in. But soon his heart slowed and his legs stopped shaking and he was able to open his mouth. He was exhausted, his legs were sore and his jaw felt like it was about to fall off. Whatever this girl is, she's extremely powerful maybe there was some truth to what she says. He was breathing extremely hard like he just went through a whole marathon running at top speed without a break, cause that is exactly how he felt. But he had resisted the effect upon his willpower of not being controlled like a fucking puppet.

Then he composed himself and looked at the girl, still breathing quite a bit.

"Listen, you are clearly powerful never before had I ever felt such a strong compulsion to just hop around like a damn frog. Like I said I don't necessarily care if you are the daughter of some god, all I want to know is if I can get paid in a sea of gold. Because really that's all I care about right now, I don't take stalk in the promise of blessings from supposed daughters of gods. I've seen plenty a foolish young boy go out on adventures for these supposed priests and that just fucking bail once the hero gives them what they wanted. As long as I get paid with something I can take Stalk in then I'll join your quest."

He listen to everyone talking and then Iris? He didn't pay attention to if she said her name, he thought he heard that but he could be wrong. Anyways they all talked about getting into the palace and doing something, that's when the bard chimed in.

"Well, getting in will be difficult but I do have a handful of spells that will be useful for this. I can summon many a creature with this handy Lute here, one such thing is a Rat that can scout out and collect information for me. Inside help would be useful though."

Ms. Sparrow Captain Gabriel SecretRock Mach1ne_H3ad Troldmand FireMaiden​

 

[Alteras]

Jabel Vazeran
Imperial Palace - West Wing

Jabel yelled with a low voice. "QUIET STALLING! WORK IS AT THE TAVERNS! WHY ARE YOU HERE?" Jabel really let out all her intimidating might, sending the entire hallway plummeting into frozen temperature. Any water nearby would be froze within seconds. If the two decided to stay there for more than a few hours, one of them would have gotten frostbite, and it wouldn't be the Marshal. Jabel gripped her saber tighter, ready to pull it out at any moment. It was clear that she had no intent on letting the elf go.
The_Omega_Effect

 

[The_Omega_Effect]

Kyros Manearys

Imperial Palace West Wing

Kyros watched as the entire hallways turned freezing cold. He let out a breath that condensed right in front of him alerting him of this fact. Trying to keep calm got somewhat more difficult. Although, he did like the cold weather more than the hot weather which did not make it too bad for him. If he were to stand there like that for long, he might catch a cold, at best. He could try to escape at that moment, but he did not have as much smoke as he would be comfortable with. If it was night, he would be able to summon much more, in a speed much greater than he is now. Kyros scoured his mind in order to find ways to defuse the situation and/or to stall for a little bit more time. "You fucked up. Guess its jail time now. Be sure not to drop the soap." his mind said to him.

He cleared his mind to get rid of such thoughts. He realised that his original plan of dropping smoke and leaving still could work. He might even stand a chance of beating her if she were to step into his smoke thanks to him being able to see through it and being able to mask his own sounds in it. But that would be too risky as the chance of her having some sort of way to manipulate the air was high.
"I have already stated my purpose twice. Why do you think I would reveal myself, or yet, even stand here and talk to you while exposing myself to an attack, if my intentions were malicious? It would be much easier for me to escape then, than it is now. As I said, I am here to offer my help if it is needed." He then reluctantly said "I'll even do it for free."

Alteras

 

[Avari]

Imperial Palace
Interrogation Chamber

The chamber door swung open without warning, causing the already anxious soldier to practically leap into the air. Two people sweeped into the room - One was a rugged looking man, wearing the blue cloak of the Knight order. and interestingly - golden trimming. Showing his rank as second in command. His was a face familiar to Caius - one he was yet to forget. It was Sir Harkness, one of the last knights he had served with during the Gothic War - A former ally who had once stood by his side. Harkness rose an eyebrow at Caius as he entered, his expression more of curiosity than the hostility one might expect. He had something long tucked under his arm, hidden under a dark blue sheet of fabric.

However, he was not the one who fully captured Caius's attention. Instead, it was yet another one of the Crimson Slayer's old comrades - Lucrezia Whitefall. The two had worked together before, and although their styles had conflicted frequently, the results they accomplished were quite exemplary. She was standing there, right in front of him. Those odd deep crimson eyes of hers were a little colder, she seemed a little taller, and there was a new golden pin attached to the fabric of her lapel. She was--

"O-oh," The solider stammered as he fumbled a salute. "Knight C-commander. Sir Harkness. I-"

"Leave." Lucrezia ordered him bluntly, keeping her gaze fixed on Caius. The solider blinked once, and then nodded, obviously making the wise decision that there were several dozen places he'd rather be. He made for the door as quickly - Harkness giving him a reassuring pat on the back as he went - and vanished from the room, quietly closing the door behind him.

What Caius witnessed was something he did not expect. Not in a few years time, let alone after that dreadful war. These two - Whitefall and Harkness, had risen to the heights of power. They have reached the top level of the chain of knightly command.

"Explain."

"Knight Commander.", Caius huffed. A scorning smirk formed on his face for a short moment. "So this is what the order has come to."

Lucrezia rose a perfect eyebrow at Caius, before giving Harkness a glance. "What was his name?"

"Ymir Shabse." Harkness replied smartly, leaning on the far wall of the room. A tiny frown flickered over Lucrezia's features.

"Ah. That's unfortunate."

"A misfortune he cast upon himself.", Caius intervened the conversation between the two. "Ymir Shabse is a fool."

Lucrezia regarded him blankly. "Was a fool, Caius. Was. Do you understand why there are currently strict laws in place regarding vigilantism?"

Caius breathed deeply, and stared towards Lucrezia, eye to eye. "These laws of yours prevent true justice for your people.", he glanced over to the other knight. "Do you not agree, Harkness?"

"Fraid' not my old friend." He replied before gesturing pointedly at the Knight-Commander, who gave a curt nod.

"We were aware of Shabse," Lucrezia explained. Her tone of voice strictly factual, as if she was a teacher giving a lecture. "He was being tracked. We knew he was working with a Seth Cell operating within the city, the fool was going to lead us straight to them."

She gave Caius a pointed look. "But now he's dead. And the others would have gone underground. We won't have another opportunity to locate them for weeks. Perhaps months. Instead of a group, we have a single corpse."

Caius, thinking that these were yet another one of the Empire's pitiful excuse for preventing his long-sought revenge against these atrocities of society. With a short grunt, and a swift movement of both his arms, he broke free of his weak restraints and removed them from his wrists.

"What an excuse!", he shouted. "You have followers of Seth in your dungeons, and yet you do not use them for these so-called operations! How long will you keep a blind eye from the evil that is present before you?"

"They led us to Shabse, actually." Harkness chipped in and Lucrezia gave a tiny sigh, seemingly rather put out by the entire affair. She had remained still and expressionless during Caius's rant.

Like she always had.

Lucrezia seemed to consider for a moment, and then beckoned Harkness to come over. "You are correct about one thing," she said. "There is evil present..."

She reached over to take the wrapped item that Harkness had been holding, and gently - almost lovingly - removed the dark blue fabric. A familar blade revealed itself, Silver with a blood red core. A amber jewel glimmered in the hilt. Lucrezia took the blade in her hand - and for a moment, it seemed to heavy for her. Too large. But then the sword's length and width adjusted and slimmed into the shape of a lighter shortsword with a satisfying metal clunk.

Lucrezia observed the sword, and gave it a gentle swipe.
"I always admired Fragarach," She said quietly, holding the blade in such a way one would think she had used it for years.

Caius stopped for a moment. He calmed down, though it was rather slow compared to how an average person would do. "I know that tone.", he said, watching her wield the sword he carried for years. "What are you up to, Lucrezia?"

"He's coming back, Caius." She responded softly, her eerie red eyes looking at him past the sword. "Like we both always knew he would."

"When?"

That was the only word that left Caius' mouth. A single word, and yet, it felt so powerful. So full of emotion. Full of hatred and eagerness. For so long has he awaited for it - the return of the so-called Dark Messiah, and the very day when he can finally avenge all those who had fallen before his eyes.

"Before we're ready." Lucrezia replied, lowering Fragarach. "I'm travelling to the outlying villages tomorrow. There are...disconcerting rumors. I was going to travel alone but..."

"I can't waste potential resources-" She gave him a look. "but neither can we work if I am always second guessing you. Do you understand?"

Caius took a deep breath, and searched his pocket for something. Within a few seconds, he took out a small amulet. It seemed to have aged for quite some time - it was partially burnt, the color of the metal had faded, and the image in it was ruined beyond recognition. Holding it in his palm, he stared at it.

After a short while, he clenched his fist, and placed it back into his pocket. He raised his head and faced Lucrezia. "Completely."

For a brief, almost an impossible moment it looked like a tiny smile had escaped Lucrezia's lips. But it was gone before anyone could be quite sure. She handed him back Fragarach.
"This belongs to you I believe?"

Caius received Fragarach back from Lucrezia's hands. As the weapon moved from the White Knight to the Crimson Slayer, its form changed. No longer was it a shortsword, rather, it returned to its former appearance and size - the greatsword that many had fallen prey to. He let it down by his side, softly touching the ground. "Indeed."

Lucrezia nodded, and Harkness grinned. "I would like you to stay here tonight. Your presence here is...complicated." she gestured to her fellow Knight. "Harkness will be on guard, but will not prevent you from leaving. Think of it as a... trust exercise. I will be here at sunrise."

"Very well.", Caius nodded.

The Knight-Commander acknowledged him, and for a moment there was a awkward silence between them before she turned on her heel. Her white cloak flapping behind her. It was perhaps a sign of fortune that she didn't see Harkness giving Caius a huge thumbs up as she glided past and out the room.


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Lucrezia is now unavailable until "tomorrow" RP time.

 

[Captain Gabriel]

Iris Cripthar
Location: Suspicious Alley

The girl sighed in disappointment at the bard's response. She shook her head and then began speaking,

"So, let me get this straight." She said, placing her hand under her chin,

"You want lots and lots of money as a reward, correct? Well, hear this out: if Seth attacks, there won't be any more money to be earned, you dummy! There's gonna be death, war, and destruction everywhere!" She exclaimed right in his face with an angry, however concerned expression. She shook her head once more and turned back to the group,

"We'll have to visit the White Fox, the head of the Thieves' Guild...He'll get us a way in." She said, tilting her head to the left, crossing her arms tightly.

She looked up at the sky and closed her eyes for an instant, turning her gaze back down at them, "I'm gonna go talk with him in an hour or so...meanwhile, you get prepared." She announced, pulling up her hood once more.

"We'll meet again at the Shrieking Widow Inn, tomorrow, two hours before midnight. Is that alright with you all?" She asked, looking at them one by one, not focusing her gaze on a particular person. Once each person of the group had responded, she nodded.

"I'll be on my way now. I hope to meet you all again tomorrow." She said, smiling warmly at them while she walked away from the Alley to places unknown.

Archdemon Avari Mach1ne_H3ad Troldmand Alteras FireMaiden Ms. Sparrow SecretRock @

 

[Troldmand]

Adryen:
Suspicious Alley

Adryen nodded his head confidently, sheathing Delirium and giving the self-proclaimed goddess one more look.
"We shall meet there M'lady," he said to her, smiled and turned around, slowly walking away back to the inn he came from. There was one more matter that required his attention before he could prepare himself for the meeting with the people sharing his smuggler fate.

"I hope what you write is good enough," said the hooded messenger Adryen's met this morning. "Would be sad to see your head on a spike."
The hooded man took the sealed letter, then walked away satisfied, keeping his arm on the cover with a dagger inside of it.
"Keep the head on your shoulders smuggler, the dark days are comin'," he said to the slightly confused smuggler before mingling with the crowd never to be seen until the time is right.

And somehow, Adryen knew when is the right time and for the first time in a long while became worried about the merchant he was serving. Never did he give two words at once, that's too many expectations to uphold, but times have never been unchanging. Still, even though the charm has vanished, he did worry about the possible consequences of such a twisted state of affairs. Sending a letter today and holding a dagger to goddess's throat tomorrow, if such beings can even be harmed. But now at least he had a purpose, didn't he?

Archdemon Avari Mach1ne_H3ad Troldmand Alteras FireMaiden Ms. Sparrow SecretRock

 

[Alteras]

Jabel Vazeran
Imperial Palace West Wing

Jabel relaxed ever so slightly. The words of the man made sense, but it was still very dangerous for him to be walking in the imperial palace. The surroundings didn't let up in the harshness of the temperature. "If you wanted to join the army, you could've done so at the Military Administrative Department. Either way, what's your name?" Her tone was no longer that of an officer ordering a criminal, but rather a guard inquiring a suspicious fellow.
The_Omega_Effect

 

[The_Omega_Effect]

Kyros Manearys

Imperial Palace West Wing

Kyros sighed in relief. Although the whole place was still cold as hell, he finally said something that reduced the tension. Although, he still kept the smoke in his palm just in case she were to betray him which was unlikely. He just stopped summoning more of it. He just did not want to take any chances. "The daily life of a soldier just does not suit me. I find living on my own accord to be more...interesting. My name is Kyros. My last name is Manearys, although I doubt anybody has ever heard of it." The reason being that he made it up himself. He then let out a muffled cough. He realised that the cold was starting to get to him. He then raised his face mask back up to his nose as a means of insulating some of the heat.

 

[FireMaiden]

"You're entirely to trusting if you're going to talk to the Thieves guild," Amélie muttered under her breath, but for the most part kept quiet. Though she looked at the bard, "Reguardless of the reward, people like who she's describing always become everyone's problem. Whether she gives you gold or not, you'll be pulled into a fight one way or another," She said, before taking a few steps away from the group. "And, I suppose, I'll be seeing you all tomorrow," She saod, with a small wave, before turning out of the ally. Though she paused, her eyes falling upon a creature she recognized. He was, let's say easy to pick out of the crowd as he entered the Palace courtyard. Amélie briefly debated on whether going to investigate his presence, or to return to the must bar she was in earlier. The bar sounded like a better option, but for some reason, She found herself following the man. Though was he really a man? She didnt look like one, and while she knew some about his past, She witnessed first hand what he did in the war. The Burnt Preist was a monster, but should this man really be held accountable for his actions? Amélie could only wonder as she hurried to catch up to him. He just wandered into the courtyard, what is he stupid? The guards would surely try to attack him....not like they would do anything. Nobody could harm him during the war, at least, not to much. Her boots, no longer crunching in dirt and other small debris, the metallic clinking was highened on the cobblestone path, the softened by the patches of grass. Finally, she reached him, but paused before she spoke. What was she even going to say? Hey, i remeber you from the war, why are you here? Didn't sound like something a normal person would say. Reguardless, as she approached him, stopping just a little behind, it was the only thing she could think of. The werewolf cleared her throat, finally having thought of soemthing different. "I don't think they'll let you in." Captain Gabriel Archdemon Dalamus Ulom

 

[Alteras]

Jabel Vazeran
Imperial Palace - West Wing

"Then are you not better off at the Mercenary's Guild, or perhaps becoming a freelancer in the taverns? Why are you so insistent on finding work here?" Seeing the man cover his face, she let the ice in the air begin to thaw. It had only been a side effect of her abilities in the first place, and if he did do something, she could send the entire west wing plummeting back into cold temperatures, even creating a blizzard if she wanted to.
The_Omega_Effect

 

[The_Omega_Effect]

Kyros Manearys

Imperial Palace West Wing

"I've ran into trouble with the mercenary guild several times in the past. I dislike the way things are ran there. Well I dislike the people who run the damn thing the most really. I also was pretty much a freelancer in the taverns before this. But I found that almost everyone there never actually paid what they promised. I had to fight, beyond what we agreed to, with my employer to get what I was due, even earlier today. With me not liking the mercenary guild and with taverns being just outright unreliable, this was the only place I could think of where I could do something other than sit around, practice or read." He noticed that the air was not as cold anymore. He was relieved. He then started to think of what he could possibly be assigned to do.

Alteras

 

[Dalamus Ulom]

Saverous
Palace Courtyard​

Saverous had been standing in front of the gate for a short time now, still pondering as to what to do. It would be quite easy for him to enter the palace. He'd broken many a gate far stronger than this before, and those guards wouldn't be much of a threat with what they were armed with. But the idea of attacking the people he was attempting to get help from seemed like quite the bad idea.

His train of thought was interrupted when the woman spoke to him. A pretty woman, but full of anger. He remembered her face from the war. She was a... A mercenary, that was it. Skilled with the blade, he remembered. They had fought once.

"Yes, I suppose they wouldn't, considering who I am. But I have knews must tell them, and get I need justice for the people of Lann's Way," He said as he turned towards her. Lann's Way was a little farming village of less than a hundred people, some way from the capital. It's only real notability in recent memory coming from being the home of Saverous since the end of the war.


FireMaiden

 

[FireMaiden]

"What's happened?" The girl who claimed divinity, saying Seth was back, and then Saverous showing up here of all places with apperant news about, what Amélie guessed was a town, could all be by chance. But, She had noticed odd things herself, and earlier during the gathering, she had smelled someone suspicious. "It wouldn't happen to be anything to do with Seth would it?" She asked, "Or the people he kept as company?" Dalamus Ulom

 

[Dalamus Ulom]

"They attacked in the middle of the night. Sorcerers. They lobbed fireballs at houses, killed almost anyone they encountered and... And took any child they could find. I had been asleep, so by the time I awoke, half the village had already been destroyed. I killed as many as I could, but they were almost finished by the time I entered the fray, and quickly fled, leaving only a few villagers alive."

"After I helped the survivors out of their homes, we put out the flames, and set to burying our dead. That was when I found Pontif's body. He had been mutilated heavily, but he had his old armor on, and I found his sword nearby, so I knew it was him."

"Aye, they were Followers of Seth. When I left my home to investigate, they had cheered at the sight of me, claiming that Seth had brought them a great ally. So it was quite the surprise to them then when I then smashed their leader's like a grape between my hands." Saverous told the woman, not knowing that his account of the attack on Lann's Way almost exactly matched the demi-goddess' stories of multiple recent sorcerer attacks.

FireMaiden

 

[FireMaiden]

"So it's true," Amélie said quietly. The girl was telling the truth, which would mean that the threat may be worse than Amélie previously thought. "I doubt you'll find help here. The proper government doesn't like to act unless the threat harms them in any real way," She commented, running the back of her neck. Which was only a nervous tick as it wouldn't have done much otherwise due to the leather that extended up to the metal on her jawline. "But," She began again, "Me and a few others were approached by someone who wanted our help to combat Seth and his followers. She claims she's a demigod. I don't believe it, but she also talked about attacks much like the one you just described," Amélie said. "I think she's your best shot at trying to fix this mess." Dalamus Ulom

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Sadima and Caspen Peterova
Location: Imperial City
(Note: She's not longer in the alleyway with the others. )

Sadima was soon on her way with Caspen, the two armed but traveling by carriage anyhow. While most respected and feared them, some hated them. It had been twenty years since Sadima killed a drunken patron from a tavern, she'd fed on him until she drained him completely before leaving his corpse on the streets. She'd been off the rails then, after hearing her mother had become a vampire, and no longer cared for them.

She was dead, an unknown assassin killed her after she'd tried to make peace.

Sadima had spit on her grave as her departing words.

"Where are we going?" Caspen asked, a hint of annoyance laced in his tone, the only thing Sadima had said was for him to get dressed.

Sadima snapped out of her thoughts, and smirked at Caspen. "Where do you think?" She asked rhetorically, her face smug. She looked back out the curtained window, maroon drapes pulled back and she watched the people pass by her as I'd everything was fine when it was not."We're going to where we last saw him." Sadima said darkly, her face serious and eyes dark.

She looked at Caspen. "We're going to Seth's burial place."


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[Dalamus Ulom]

"Cowards, the lot of them." He said, shaking his head in disgust at the idea of an empire refusing to help it's people's needs. He may have had little experience in dealing with countries himself, but he had read the words of countless great men and women during his short time free. He had a basic concept of what a country should and should not do, and this was clearly a case of the latter. "I would have thought they'd become more open after the war, considering what caused it, but it would seem that they have closed themselves off even further."

The giant of a man would listen to Amélie's words carefully, a light frown growing on his face. "Hmm. So there have been more attacks like at Lann's Way? Troubling news. Did this so called demigod tell you her name?"

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[FireMaiden]

"The war with Seth only scared them. It finally showed them how awful us non-humans are treated. Not like bloodshed would have made a big difference anyway," She said bitterly, spitting off to the side, "So yes, they're cowards." She hated politics, the government, and the people running it, but she didn't have a way to.change any of that. "The war just made how they see us worse." And it was true, thanks to Seth, th non buhmans were treated the same as before, but many people are now terrified of them as well. "Yes, Iris. She wants to meet at The Shrieking Widow tomorrow. Two hours before midnight. Oddly specific timming." Dalamus Ulom

 

[Captain Gabriel]

Chapter 1: An Ill Omen
Weather: Rainy with heavy thunderstorm
Time of the day: 2 hours before midnight.​

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After some commotion by the guards to subdue the small riot that generated thanks to Iris' hoax, the Main Plaza finally settled down. Clouds gathered in the sky and it soon started to rain profusely. Thunders could be heard in the distance, getting closer by the minute.

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The Shrieking Widow was a rather quiet place, even if its name said otherwise. Most of its clients were old people that wanted to chit chat and travelers who stayed over for the night. However, this night it would have a group of young clients. The hooded woman was sitting at a table in the corner of the main room as her eyes scanned the entire hall, focusing on the bartender and on the entrance.

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