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Thomas Godot​
“Summoned, with me”, said the captain, and Thomas followed. The captain looked stern, toughened by constant warfare. His black armor, with a white star painted on the left pauldron, was scratched and worn. This man of war and valor was guiding him to an even greater man from another world. Thomas pondered what could lead someone so used to conflict to follow someone that comes from another place. In his world, entire kingdoms would revolt if their ruler wasn’t a native, yet here was this man, following his commander. No, here were these men, following and obeying. Thomas was curious and was about to ask the commander when he stopped himself. He’d probably find it very impolite if a stranger just came, demanded to speak to his commander and then asked why follow said commander. He remembered how his dad told him that he once saw a soldier kill a man just for asking for a cup of water. Yes, the man was an ex-convict made spearman to fight against the soldier’s army, but still. Thomas decided to not ask. While walking, Thomas noticed that the man began to smile, perhaps he too was thinking. Yes, it is better to not interrupt the quiet, Thomas reasoned. But after just some minutes of silence, he grew impatient. He was unconsciously desperate to find something to talk about, just having someone to walk but not talk to felt wrong. Maybe he could ask about the state of affairs in the region, why were they patrolling and where exactly they were. He could ask that, yes, but he couldn’t start with that. Conversations can’t just be an empty diatribe of facts, Thomas thought, he needed something to get to know the captain.

A hundred corpses laid upon the lower plain, metal and flesh being torn asunder by ravenous birds of prey, their everlasting hunger consuming people just like the captain, just like Thomas. I have not the strength to keep looking, said Thomas to himself, as his gaze continued to explore the burnt campsite and the decapitated men. The captain stopped and turned to see the summoned farmer staring bellow, to the remains of a skirmish with a bandit camp that was stalking the nearby countryside. The captain saw the remains of the battle, the undisciplined brutes quickly yielded to the might of the Brotherhood, with not a single of their soldiers falling to the apes and their treachery. The captain saw a victory. “Summoned” he said, calling Thomas’ attention.

“On ash and blood, we cry, souls reaped and given not rest”, he continued “Yet on ash and blood, we thrive, if the earth bathes on our suffering she will make us blessed”, a pause, "Soon we shall reap, and I give thanks". He stopped, the funeral chant his mother taught him becoming a piece of his world that came with him. He hadn’t lost it all. “Summoned”, the captain repeated. Thomas didn’t respond. How could he just pass by this, he thought. People died and war was fought in his world too, but Thomas had never been a witness to the carnage, nor its aftermath. Thomas noticed the captain beckoning him, nodded and continued to follow him. He had given them the chant, but he had not given them a proper burial. He would do so later, he thought. A solemn silence began to walk with them as they approached the Commander’s encampment.

The gates of the palisade opened and made way for the captain and the farmer. A chilly and sudden gust blew through them as they entered, but inside they were welcomed by the lakeside campfires. They approached a big tent, with a star just like the captain’s on its side. “You shall find our commander within, stranger” the captain looked at his eyes directly “good luck”. As the captain walked away, Thomas could feel the soldiers as they surveyed him, pondering why a farmer was about to enter the High Commander’s tent. He too wondered this for a second. If all he really wanted was protection, he could just enlist within an army and serve a noncombat role. But this was simply not enough now. Thomas did not want to cowardly save his own life, his family had risen him better than that, he said to himself. I must make this world better, however I can.

Thomas entered the tent of the High Commander. “Sir, I’m Thomas Godot, and you must let me help you in fixing this world”.
 
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Charon wanted to cackle when he saw the orb of fire coming at him, but he resisted that impulse and simply let the fiery projectile hit him and in the process dismissed the Partisan. The explosion would have been dangerous to most fleshies, but to the android it was little more than a way to get rid of all the dried blood and pieces of gore that had been stuck to his silver armor. As the organic debris burned and the two warriors fought, the soul eater raised his arms and streams of Red Energy started to flow from his hands. When the woman stated wanting to team up to destroy Charon first, the android directed the streams towards her and struck while she was distracted by the male warrior. The streams quickly wrapped around where Synthia was standing, forming a small dome around her that was nearly impervious to supernatural abilities.

Now he did cackle for a moment, but only until he finished turning to face Hitori. “You have two options here. Either you let the boy regain control, or I kill you and devour your soul to free him.”

Charon had no intention of giving the older, more evil soul time to think about the situation. Instead he started breaking down a soul, converting the power he started to gain from it into speed so he could close the distance far more quickly than his earlier movements would have suggested. The moment he was in punching range he changed that energy flow into strength for his arms and aimed a single, powerful blow for the man's stomach.

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Sulric Trynd​

Wyman masterfully deflected Sulrics attack, but he had put enough force into his strike to push her away. With a bit of time to breath Sulric moved his attention to Kotori, “Move, we can’t stay here for long.” Sulric said quietly trying to say the words so only Kotori could hear them.

Sulric turned his head back to Wyman who began calling out Sulric on using child soldiers when he clearly wasn’t. Sulric almost spoke out correcting her on her inaccurate assumptions. But before he could say anything Wyman jumped at him aiming for the opening in his armor. Sulric with a quick motion deflected the strike with his sword, showing considerable speed. “You are skillful, but you lack patience in your moves.” Sulric pointed out to Wyman. “Perhaps that’s why they gave you the simple job of sieging.” Sulric taunted with a weirdly joyful tone.

Immediately after saying that Sulric tightly gripped his sword, creating a wall of energy behind Wyman tall enough so it wouldn’t be possible to jump over it and wide enough with an inward curve to make it hard to run around. Without wasting the opportunity Sulric swung his blade once more gripping it with two hands to make it harder to parry.

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Dirk Ault.​

Nothing eventful happened in the few weeks that they had flown and walked reaching the city that was under siege. Well at least Dirk got to explore a bit more the nature that had surrounded him on his travels and was pleased to see such a different and diverse ecosystem, one which he would enjoy exploring and one which would benefit greatly in his future missions.

Once they had actually arrived to the city, Dirk was pretty bored, he saw the battle and siege, but it wasn’t anything new, though he did gain interest when Katie mentioned that heroes would get paid. “Yes, sounds like a plan.” Dirk said agreeing to the part in helping Nortestra. “Though the slime needs to die if we want to get paid.” Dirk pointed out as the slime continued to rampage and grow through the streets of the city.

“Your call though, I’ll need time to prepare something to kill the slime” Dirk said to Katie as he pulled out his sniper. “Ready when you are.”

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Ezra was one to take new situations in acceptance and new conflicts in strides. Yet it was in this moment that he shivered in spite of himself. Unlike his model, the great Hercule Poirot, he'd never even seen war. Arrows whizzing through the sky with no discriminate target and the ka-thunk of their meeting the ground, a tree, or human flesh, the shouting of victim and assailant alike, the sound of metal sparking against metal; these were the sepulchral tones of war that sung in his ears, danced down his spine and beat from his heart. It wasn't until just this moment Ezra realized that no matter what the situation had in store for him, he had the authority to keep it silent, and now he realized he'd taken the quiet for granted for so long filling it with the sound of his own self-assurance.

How many of these thoughts are his own? How many of these thoughts are the war? Ezra grasped for an answer but it was like trying to swim up a pool of gelatin. He couldn't think one bit. Nothing coherent, at least. He lurched, squeezing at his temples as if he were afraid if he loosened himself for even one second he'd literally lose his mind to the ground.

He made for an easy target. Of course an enemy would capitalize on his weakness, and of course he heard the arrow coming straight for the back of his neck, and of course he heard the metallic rhythm of approaching Mollugian forces.

And that's why he didn't like losing himself.

A flick of the wrist and snap of the fingers. In that, it was over.

The arrow that was on a sure course to meeting Ezra's body would find itself spontaneously shot off course in both ways. One half falling to Ezra's left side, the other to the right. It would be impossible for the naked eye to see the force exerted from Ezra's powers that split it in twain, and it the eyes of those present it would like the simple flourish alone was enough to split this weapon into two helpless branches with peddles at the end. It was so that the Mollugian who had heaved his blade over his head and with one simple swipe could've taken the head of Ezra clean from his body took pause and stared down at this terrifying wonder. Then, blade in his chest that seemed to be placed there by none other than the gods, the warrior would collapse.

Ezra would snap back into an erect position. The second between his breakdown and the death of this Mollugian soldier was all he needed. His adaptability now in play, Ezra would stare on the rest of his assailants, now hesitant to near him and backing away. He couldn't take this any differently than all the times a cornered murderer pulled their guns on him. He'd have time to regret his past life later. Now was not the time for that.

He would dart his eyes around the battlefield gathering all the information he could. He'd know the ideal path to take, give him invaluable data on the opposing forces, and with every battlefield death his arsenal would expand. Out of the corner of his eye, a rogue that had earlier split off from the group Tobias ( StaidFoal StaidFoal ) effortlessly crushed could be seen, dagger at the ready. "I say, old friend, watch your back!" Ezra thrust his arms out in an L shape, both hands shaped into finger guns. When he brought his thumb dumb, his pointer finger would speak like a rifle and a ripple in space would pass through the air at blistering speeds. Connecting with the rogue on one side, and with the Mollugian assailants on the other, it'd pass with a scary almost medical precision through their foreheads and out the back of their heads, gray matter, blood, flesh and skin splattering on where their heads would soon be laid to eternal rest.

"Sorry, chap! My head went for a spin. I ought've kept a better eye on your back!"

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"THE EXILE"
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(Several hours before the battle begins)
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Fear. Fear and dread, the strongest tools a General had. And no one, no one in all this world, could wield those tools like Salhara did. Mollug's legions were known for their resolve, their determination. They were nigh-unflinchingly obedient to the military junta, yet... all men feared. The Exile knew what Mollug feared.

Kalgar Omtie was a respected officer in Mollug's army, once a close friend of Salhara. She stood beneath him now as he hung before her. She raised her left hand, magic coursing from her open palm to his body. He groaned, grey eyes flickering open once more. He couldn't speak with the blood in his lungs, but she didn't care much. He wouldn't need to, only to be alive and make sound, to show his soldiers what he was now. That magic would keep him alive, even with what she had done, and what she was about to do. In Mollug's army, there was a cult of command. Each and every leader and officer was viewed as above an ordinary man, and respected commanders like Kalgar even moreso. It enforced command, kept morale high. But, it was a weakness. If Mollugan soldiers could see a commander brought low, tortured, reduced to a base, terrified form, broken beyond measure, that authority would be questioned.

Kalgar hung upside down, peeled ling an orange. His muscle glistened in the light, blood dripping from him like condensated water on a cool jug. Flies gathered, feasting upon him, although she had only just hung him up. A tall, wooden post with an outstretched arm stood tall in the muddy fields before the walls. Ropes tied together the man's ankles, and were attached to the wooden arm, the officer hanging upside down. She closed her fingers, and opened them again, fire springing forth from her palm, before she stepped forward, and pressed the palm against Kalgar's face. Fire took to him like to dry wood, and she stepped back, as he began to scream. It was almost as if he screamed through water, the blood in his lungs muddling the effort, the red ichor leaking from the corners of his mouth, falling below. She stepped further back, observing her work.

Alongside him, three meters apart, were the soldiers he had commanded, impaled on crosses. Perhaps, it was too much. Only the sight of Kalgar, skinned, hanging from his ankles, screaming as he burned alive for hours on end, death ever-evading him, was needed. But, she did enjoy it. Screams still rung out occasionally, but most of those she had crucified already had ruined their throats already, and merely whispered and wheezed.

She turned, watching Mollug's forces approach from the distance. Perhaps they'd appreciate what she had wrought. Or, perhaps not. She turned, cape billowing behind her, as she walked back to the gates, the burning man left in her wake.

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Salhara's men were upon the walls, to face the first of the fight, but Salhara? She expected something, and so she waited within the city, standing solitary in an abandoned city plaza. In truth, several more of her men lurked in the nearby buildings, armed with crossbows, while she stood, armed with blade in one hand, arcane energies trailing from the fingertips of her other hand. She had... a feeling, that after her display, one of Mollug's finest would come to visit her personally. She welcomed it. She was sure her crossbowmen would too.

She loathed Nortestra like any good Mollugan, but she hated Mollug more. You didn't betray Salhara. Mollug would learn that.
 
Hecate

In Hecate's defense, they attacked her first. It's not her fault that they pushed her to take on most of the encampment! What kind of mongrel would attack just like that? Hecate and the Eyeless swept through the encampment, turning over tents and converting even the wounded. She attempted to stitch back the wounded, accidentally turning them into amalgamations. By the time Hecate finished off her attackers, all that was left was the remnants of a camp and only a handful of survivors who wisely hid. They wept, all for what had transpired before their eyes, for not doing anything to defend their brothers-in-arms, and for the fact that watching Hecate gauge the eyes of their powerful soldiers like child's play would haunt them in their dreams. Even after they would retire, they would go insane from simply remembering the Dolls scouring through their friends like nothing, eventually succumbing to despair and insanity.

As for Hecate, she was happily skipping to the noise of screams and the deafening crashes of balls of fire and the crumbling of buildings. She stumbled upon the occasional civilian, stuck under piles of rubble and extending their hands out for help, only to regret reaching for the black-eyed girl. They too, became amalgamations for her collection. After some minutes of frustration, Hecate checked on her blood raven, finally discovering that Ivan was on the other side of the battle! She slapped her forehead in annoyance, stomping the bloodied floor angrily. "You better be grateful for my rescue mission, big bro!" she said aloud, she and the Eyeless transforming into their wraith forms.

Through scorching flames and battling opponents Hecate traveled. She flew through the war zone until he came into her sights. Hecate quickly changed into her clean, human form and ran. "Big bro!" she yelled. Ivan was drunkenly stumbling around, looking completely out of place. Then again, so did she and the Eyeless. More annoying Mollugs stood between her and her brother, and Hecate didn't so much as blink as she ducked under their swinging swords and narrowly avoid their spells before the Eyeless trailing behind her turned the soldiers into more of her own.

Hecate crashed into Ivan's waist, gripping tightly. "I'm sorry for running away, big bro, I found ourselves a nice little village, and I thought we were gonna settle down and take a break and... I forgot to bring you with me..." The Eyeless dropped into Hecate's pocket dimension, leaving the two alone on the battlefield. When she finally let go, Hecate finally took in their surroundings. Not even the fire reflected in her pitch black eyes, and nor did she seem to care about the stench of death and guts that had been spilled everywhere.

It was then that Ivan's stomach growled like an earthquake, causing the black-eyed child to giggle. "Big bro! You forgot to eat before running into war? You're not that smart!" At her command, an Eyeless appeared from her pocket dimension and set to work on a Mollug corpse. "Don't worry, I'm preparing food for you right now! It's good, I promise!" Unlike last time, this cadaver was fresh. There was still a side of the black "candy," but this time there was a whole main meal. Served in the disemboweled stomach was a steaming a bubbling, pitch black stew. The meat floating around in it was stringy and ropy, flopping around like thin dough over the waves of the ocean. As a spoon, Hecate quickly stitched a detached middle finger to a dismembered palm, making it solid and shaped like a spoon.

"Big bro, this guy was carrying food!" Hecate realized as she was rummaging through the corpse bowl. It was army rations. Though bland and dry, anyone would rather eat that than the dish prepared by Hecate. "Eh, why would you eat that when you have a world-class chef as your little sis?" she said, tossing the rations in a nearby fire before Ivan's eyes. She looked at Ivan expectantly, as if to say 'If you don't eat my food, I will smack you!'

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-Forsith-
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Princess Felicia was her name, a summoned being from another world where everything had gone to pieces. Wielding fire like a princess from Nortestran legend, Forsith had believed during the battle that Felicia was Nortestra’s key to survival. Even now, his determination in that regard had not faltered, but now he knew the truth of her nature. Other summoned beings had been introduced including a strange tall man with a staff named Ivan; that one had not stuck around for long. These beings were not from Valucia, none of them, and this disturbed the giant, but Felicia and the other summoned had saved Forsith and his men’s lives. Had Forsith’s life alone been saved, there would have been a lifelong debt of gratitude to the woman. But Felicia and the others had saved many of his men! To see victory on the horizon despite the blackest of clouds in the sky was a sight Forsith had long believed to belong strictly to fairy tales and heroic poems. The giant had been very glad to have been proved wrong with the arrival of Felicia; Her mere presence had uplifted Forsith and his men, giving them the ability to route the Shadow Hawks and survive.

Forsith had gathered all of his remaining soldiers and with Felicia, they had come to the capital of Castellan. Forsith’s force had numbered at barely a hundred before departing the Ebon Shrine. Their ranks had swelled surprisingly on the route to the capital; hundreds of deserters, refugees, mercenaries and even bandits had swarmed to the princess of rumor. After the battle of The Ebon Shrine, word had spread quickly among those few Nortestrans still free of Mollug that a savior had appeared. By the time The Red Eagles and Felicia had arrived at Castellan the force had grown exponentially. Near 600 battle-ready warriors had come to join the doomed struggle of Felicia, Forsith and the Red Eagles; now numbering around 700 warriors, the regiment would actually be able to make an impact on the siege of the capital. Many Mollug armies surrounded the jewel of Nortestra and Forsith’s forces were measly in comparison. However, the element of surprise, the champions of SIN and proper flanking tactics used to their utmost effectiveness could potentially change the flow of battle.

As Forsith looked out over the ruined battlefield in front of the capital, a small tear fell from his eye. He had hoped to never see the day the walls of Castellan were breached. And yet, here he was, a newcomer to a battle already lost, a warrior just in time to watch the final moments of their struggle, with a front-row seat. It didn't matter now though, all that mattered was that they took as many of the Mollugs down as they could before they were killed. Forsith divided his troops into 3 even groups under individual commanders. It was a suicide mission, going into the capital, yet Forsith knew none of his Red Eagles would falter; Castellan was the home and mother of all Nortestrans. A legendary citadel from before the Age of Demons, the cradle of the Nortestran Empire and, if the Mollugs had their way, also it's grave. Forsith would not allow that so long as the fire of the empire roared through his veins.

Forsith made 3 quick gestures as his men finished preparing and they all began to move as quickly and stealthily towards the city as possible, using the ruins, craters, barricades, and wreckage of the siege as cover for their movement. He wished that Princess Felicia had stayed with Forsith and The Red Eagles, but he had understood her reasoning for entering the city alone. She would be more effective in spreading destruction, unhindered by allies and a command structure. But more importantly, she was a symbol, an image to rally around; So they had decided the plan of her reinforcing the city's defenders would be the most sound. She had her own goals and people to save, of course, she was not the Nortestran of legend Forsith had hoped for, she had not been born Nortestran at all. But that mattered not to Forsith, her appearance had given Forsith the strength to survive and that gift he would never relinquish. She had helped them with no need to and Forsith was grateful; If he died and Felicia lived, he knew Valucia would be in good hands. His men entered the fray with rage and battle-joy aplenty and they began to move their way through the Mollug occupied land towards General Sulric and the remaining Nortestran soldiers.

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-Cassandra-​

Before the Battle of the Ebon Shrine, Cassandra had not been the type to get surprised by anything, perhaps startled or caught slightly off guard, but never truly surprised. Kez surprised Cassandra; His words had caught the hearts and minds of The Shadow Hawks in a way she had never seen happen with any Mollug soldier in all her years. And yet, this was not what surprised Cassandra most. What surprised Cassandra most was how Kez’s words had caught even her heart. By the end of his eloquent speech and call for action, she had felt tears brimming on the edge of her eyes. She had never felt so strongly that change was possible then after Kez’s speech. She had barely dared to hope for a brighter future in Mollug before The Battle of The Ebon Shrine, and now she believed with all her heart in this alien warrior. She felt hope, joy and a strange relief being around Kez, like things would be just fine so long as he was close.

“Had Kezathul and the others been summoned, to perhaps, save Mollug?”
she asked herself. She didn't know yet, but what Cassandra did know, was that a burning feeling of hope and another foreign, strange and slightly embarrassing emotion raged within her chest when she looked at the alien.

500 warriors had rallied to Kez’s cause that day; 500 scumbags, scoundrels and merciless fighters of the Shadow Hawk Infiltration Battalion had found a new leader that day. Zygo’s corpse had never been found, so Cassandra had assumed he had either perished or run off yet again. She highly doubted it was the former of the two, perhaps he would be back, perhaps not, but either way, the Shadow Hawks had found a new general. Not just a general even, but a cause worth fighting and even dying for. Kezathul had spoken of equality and freedom, honor and mercy and perhaps most heretical of all, the complete destruction of the Mollug High Council. The idea still seemed absurd to Cassandra given the Council’s reach and strength over Mollug and even the entire continent. Despite the Council's power and influence however, Kezathul’s ranks were growing with each village passed by and each ear his name reached. Perhaps change was possible, but Cassandra knew they would need many, many more warriors for their cause before they would even have a prayer of a chance.

Cassandra was returning from patrol as the new summoned entered the tent of Kezathul. The captain of the patrol that had found Thomas had brought him immediately to Kezathul. The Inquisitor grimaced at this, security was too light for the alien warrior. She knew that he was capable and strong enough to defend himself and yet still she worried. Cassandra knew the ins-and-outs of how Mollug policy worked and she had come to a realization of sorts early on in her tutelage at the Black Academy. “If the problem couldn't be solved with an assassin’s knife or a well-placed bribe, you're not paying enough.” the words had stuck with her since graduation, a grim reminder of what her home nation was. Her grimace turned into a scowl and she began to stalk heavily towards the tent the summoned were inside, her black armor rattling and clinking with each step. She entered the tent after Thomas, her hand on her longsword and a suspicious look on her face. This so-called farmer could be anyone, an assassin or saboteur of some sort. Her fingers tightened around the leather grip of her blade and her eyes narrowed as she looked into the eyes of Thomas Godot asking him a single question,

“How do we know we can trust you?”

Simple but effective, this question no matter how it was answered was very effective for revealing a man's inner workings even if his lies were successful. It was the first step towards the discovery of an assassin.

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-Detra-
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The Council demanded an answer to the problem of the summoned. Detra fully intended to give them a damn good one, whether her partners cooperated or not. Jessamine Absinthe was an issue, but hardly as deadly as Joan Cavallierre the owner of a premier weapons manufacturer on the continent. The three of them combined would hopefully be enough to start dealing with the issues they had been presented with, but Detra held no real hope. Other Mollugs were notoriously difficult to work with in politics. It was all about personal gain in Mollug, so good statesmen were in truth rare at times. Good businessmen were a dime a dozen, but finding an honest administrator with a desire for work and change was like looking for a needle in a haystack in Verruk, or perhaps a piece of hay in a needlestack? It didn't sound as good but it seemed more akin to the truth than the first. Detra liked a good challenge occasionally but in Verruk, just about everything was one these days; unless you had the money to pay someone else to deal with it.

She rode her carriage through the bustling streets of Verruk, looking out occasionally at the houses that lined her route to the meeting point, their poor condition identifying the area as one of the peasant hab districts. Little better than slums, the Hab districts were for those unlucky many in Mollug who were born without a silver spoon. The city was separated into 3 sections, the warrior caste, the nobility, and the Council and then the peasants. Using the massive and bloodthirsty warrior caste and the Jaded Tome, the High Council had reigned supreme for many years. Warriors were drawn to Verruk and the Jaded Tome like flies to honey, the power it granted and magical gifts it had been known to give excellent motivators for a horde of warriors. After the Age of Demons, the surviving warriors of the chaos in Mollug had needed an outlet for their violent passions. And so, they were put to work brutally subjugating the populace, enforcing the High Council’s will and mandates with murderous efficiency. Mollug was a nation of suffering yes, but it was a very secure and ordered nation of suffering. Detra wondered some days if that security and order were worth it; she had been wondering the question more often these days. It was a troublesome thought, and Detra dismissed it as she saw they were arriving at her destination, still in the city, of course, a much darker and less perused portion, however.

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The Council building they had been assigned to meet in was a small unassuming three-story building with a flat roof. Two large chimneys jutted out brutishly into the air, belching black smoke into the already cloudy sky. Several guards waited outside the building, shivering from the cold and perhaps more. Assassinations had become a plague on the city of Verruk, and none were truly safe except maybe the High Council. Their control over the Jaded Tome lent them authority, power and security few in the world could match. Detra had done much to curb the murders and yet they were still ongoing; Jessamine had been put into place insultingly quickly due to protests from the nobility and merchant guilds. They had claimed incompetence on Detra’s part, and she despised them and Absinthe for it. The murders had barely slowed however though so perhaps Jessamine would be outed soon; Detra could only hope. She entered the building and went straight to the meeting room on the second floor, stopping only to reprimand a guard she had caught napping. The meeting room was dark and empty save for a bright lantern hanging above a single sturdy, round table with three chairs and a rudimentary map. Taking one of the three seats at the circular table, Detra waited for her so-called comrades to arrive and begin the discussion of that most essential question; “What to do with the summoned?”

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-Brother Beast-
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He had been born in the wild, raised by barely civilized humans living on the edge of the world. Brother Beast had not acquired a civilized name until he had turned 26, taking it from a man that had been adventuring in the area, looking for ancient temples and finding only Brother Beast. Alexander Murkoff had been that man’s name, his mustachioed face bleeding from multiple gashes all over the jungle floor. Brother Beast, standing at 6 feet exactly, remembered vividly the details of that moment. He had simply watched, his hands and face soaked in blood, a broken machete off forgotten in the brush, as Alexander had bled out beneath him. Their fight had been vicious and short, Brother Beast tackling the man from behind and biting his shoulder. Tearing a hunk of flesh from the startled adventurer, the man had screamed and thrown his assailant from his back with a roar, before spinning around to slice both of Brother Beast’s forearms. The man once known as Alexander Murkoff had collapsed moments later, dropping to his knees cursing as blood bubbled at the corners of his mouth. Poisoned. He had attempted a final cut that Brother Beast had caught with both hands; wrenching the blade from the man’s grasp, they had snapped it as if it were no more than a twig before flinging it into the undergrowth. Brother Beast’s teeth oozed with poison, he was immune to most all toxins he would ever encounter and his strength was terrifying. He was no real human and the man once known as Alexander Murkoff had been extraordinarily unlucky that day. The poison in Brother Beast’s fangs was as ordinary as saliva to the savage warrior, yet to Alex the adventurer it was as if the very pits of hell had just introduced themselves to him.

Brother Beast had howled exultantly to the jungle canopy after the kill, and then he had turned his head down, chin to chest to watch the adventurer’s final moments. The man once known as Alexander Murkoff had stared in his last moments with a hate and pain Brother Beast had never seen among his own kind. A powerful burning rage and hatred that had sparked something akin to desire in the jungle warrior. A Hate and rage and pain he had not seen since and searched for to this day.

“Was this the rage of the men under kings? Why, was it so… potent? Pure?”

He had asked himself that question before he had sunk to sit on the backs of his feet, squatting over the still-warm corpse to look at the tag on the man’s shirt. The cloth of the man had been strange, his skin foreign, even the eyes had been different, layered and with color, unlike Brother Beast’s, glazed and singular in their unity of shade.

Brother Beast had taken the body to the elders of his tribe expecting praise and adulation for the death of their most hated enemy. The elders had recoiled in horror at Brother Beast and the body of the man underneath kings. The elders told Brother Beast that he had committed the gravest of sins against their people. HE had slain an outsider, and it was not the man’s death that brought down judgment upon Brother Beast. It was Alexander Murkoff’s absence, that banished Brother Beast. The elders had the warrior, confused and frightened now, tied down and branded with a hot iron the name of the man he had killed. He was to leave the tribe and go into the civilized world as the late Alexander Murkoff, so cried the customs of the humans at the edge of the world. This was to relieve suspicion of the tribe’s murderous ways, as the few elders that could read and write would make sure an Alexander Murkoff was signed off on having gotten on board a ship for Mollug; Whether Brother Beast desired this or not was of no concern to the elders. He was the civilized world’s problem now.

Apparently he was also Felicia’s. The Frostfire princess had caught a glimpse of the pack leader in the ecstasy of combat and it wasn't a pretty sight. Ice magic was something Brother Beast hated with a passion, the cold was not a friend of his. The moment she started to fight the fringes of his pack, Alexander Murkoff had made a mental note to kill her later and slipped away in the fiery chaos. His men were still fighting the princess for as much as the pack-leader knew; They’d probably end up leading her to Murkoff eventually if she didn't die or get distracted first.

Brother Beast opened his eyes and felt hatred in the city, so close, so close in it’s intensity to that of the first Alexander Murkoff, somewhere within Castellan. Brother Beast rose to his full height, standing in the shadow of an alleyway while his men finished their meals and brought a fist swiftly to his chest making a sharp thunking sound that reverberated through the alleyway. Dozens and dozens of pairs of eyes flickered open and to their leader. Alexander Murkoff let out a small growl and then barked twice a single order. “Find the source of the hate I seek, it is within Castellan and it must be witnessed. Brother Beast had come from a society built on spite. Spite towards the land, towards their neighbors, their old home and towards even the gods themselves. Hate was everything to the humans at the edge of the world and even if Brother Beats was no longer one of them, that didn't mean they weren't still one with him. Pure hate like the one he sensed waiting for him was rare.

The pack rushed howling from the alleyway, other packs hidden and fighting throughout the city suddenly moving at the sound of the bone-chilling roars. Hundreds of Alexander’s pack were on the hunt now, rushing throughout the city at paces beyond that of normal humans, wild magic and savage incantations lending inhuman stamina to their bodies. They sought the source of the hate, hate towards Mollug both powerful and unflinching. Brother Beast leisurely strolled out from his corner and slowly but surely began to walk in the exact direction of Salhara. His mouth salivated under the mask he wore and his fingers curled and uncurled over and over again in anticipation of the fight he was seeking. He hoped there would be a lot of blood, he hoped others would get involved, he hoped they would all die to him, he hoped the fight lasted hours, and most of all, he hoped that when he looked at the being with the pure hate he had been looking for in the eye, he found that it was utterly unflinching.

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  • Katie Moon
    Castellan, Nortestra
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    Katie had a hell of a time -- and in a good way. Parading around Castellan while watching the havoc created by his subordinates fed his ego like nothing else. He was the best! A genius! The cat above stupid deities and humans! Katie puffed his chest high as Tobias and Ezra wreck havoc on the battlefield.

    Of course, he wasn't satisfied with being idle himself.

    Everywhere on the battlefields, there were metallic sheets floating around. Each sheet was 5x4 meter in size. These sheets seemed to do nothing... until it chanced upon a Nortestran fighter. Once it met a fighter, it started following the soldiers everywhere. They protected the soldiers from arrows and spells while shielding their back as well. The twelve metallic sheets were Katie's Sun Fortress. Powered by day energy, he used them to help soldiers of Nortestra.

    So far, a shadow mage and an orc warrior, a squad of archers, a lieutenant armed with a whip, and a lone assassin were protected by the Sun Fortress. The remaining Sun Fortress floated to and fro from the battlefield to the safe zone to transport fighters suffering from injuries or mana exhaustion. The battle smoothly started to fall in the favour of Nortestra.

    The slime Tobias took in seemed to be a trouble, however.

    "That slime is Tobias'. He should be the one to control it. What a bad master," grumbled Katie. He activated the tattoo SIN's put on his neck and connected with Tobias while conversing with Dirk.

    [Tobias, take care of that slime of yours! We can't get paid if it destroys Castellan more than it already did, you know. Don't let it destroy the fourth wall!]

    Castellan was a fortress city constructed by five layers of walls. Two of the walls were occupied. The third wall was falling. Combat already spread toward the fourth wall. Mii, currently heading toward the third wall, was a double-edged sword. If Tobias couldn't control it... well, slime was still a slime. Just a monster to kill.

    "Let's head to the fourth wall. It should be alright as long as the slime hasn't reached there yet. If it does, we can just kill it."

    Katie poured his mana into Dirk's levitation formation. He needed to be thrifty with mana during the day, but speed was necessary to keep him safe. A star-shaped light briefly glinted off Katie's eyes. What he needed the most now was time. During the day, he was limited to the moving Sun Fortress and a small amount of support. But when night came...

    That would be time for slaughter.

    The telepathy tattoo SIN gave him was useful. If there was an annoying part to it, it was the time constraint. It could be used for an hour every day, but he couldn't turn it off. To not waste the alloted time, Katie used the line to inform Tobias of his current plan.

    [Me and Dirk are heading to the fourth wall. Be careful with people that look strong. I keep feeling spatial distortion around the battlefield. Probably not something you can fight.]

    While he traversed the battlefield with Dirk and communicated with Tobias, Katie's mind performed several different tasks as well...
 
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It had been a good week for Kana, better than she could have hoped for. When she and Kezathul had talked earlier in the week, she had been convinced to reluctantly reveal what she was and how her powers functioned. To the great relief of the goddess, he didn't seem to have any problems with what she was and even allowed her to gain worshipers. In exchange she had to follow his lead, but that was a trade she was willing to make. After all, the gods being in charge had not saved her old world from destruction. Kana had revealed her divine form to Kez (and Cassandra if he requested it), an act that was more difficult than she remembered it being. Not only that, the power faded sooner than expected and she fell unconscious, the strain on her body being harsher than it previously was. She would share those two facts when she awoke along with her theories that the change was because of either SIN or a difference in how the world worked.

Even so, she went forward with recruiting people to believe in her. For a moment the goddess revealed her divine form to what soldiers Kez had with him at the moment, making sure to change back before she reached her limit. While the exposure was brief, any who were sensitive to such things could feel the divinity coming from her, confirming her claim to be a deity. As Kana did not ask for tribute of any kind, just that her followers protect each other and the innocent as well as taking action against evil. The goddess did advocate caution when confronting evil however, if they did not think they could handle the problem on their own then they should get help from those who could. After all, they could not help anyone if they were dead. And while she wanted to improve the lives of the Mollug people, she emphasized that Kezathul was in charge and that she had chosen his cause to support. This simple message along with the fact that no tribute was asked for appealed to many people and they soon spread the word.

While her worshipers only accounted for a small part of the people following the lead of the alien warrior, it was enough where Kana could start to feel some bit of her previous power return to her. It wasn't enough to make any real difference or to influence how her abilities worked yet, but it was a comforting start. Coming out of her resting trance, the goddess climbed to her feet and exited her tent which was a small, simple thing no better than what the soldiers and other followers had at the moment. As Kana moved through the camp, she smiled and waved to those she passed, answered simple questions, and gave words of encouragement as needed. While she may not be able to directly contribute much from a military viewpoint, morale was definitely something the goddess could help with and it didn't matter if they worshiped her or not. If she could help, she would do so.

Spotting Cassandra entering Kezathul's tent, the goddess decided to see what was going on. Even if it was simply another strategy meeting, for which she normally had little to no useful input, it would be good to stay up to date with their current situation. Excusing herself from the people she had been talking to, Kana walked over to and entered the alien's tent just in time to catch the other woman's question. Blinking once in surprise upon seeing the strange farmer, she couldn't help but wonder why he had been brought here. Cassandra's hostility she could forgive, with what Kana had heard of Mollug it was no wonder that people there would be suspicious of unusual newcomers. Pushing some loose strands of brown hair behind her ear, the goddess decided to just stay back for now and see what happened.

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It's a simple process, Savage. They designed it to be that way. They need a tool that was easy for the stupid to use, yet could strike harder than any swordmaster. So now, yet another savage will learn it. Its simple, really. Insert the bullet into the opening, push that little lever up, and...
"Fire!" Andraste barked. Nine rifles fired their deadly payload, and it wasn't even a second before the bullets thudded into the makeshift targets. No "bull's eye", as the voice said, but many of her thralls hit the boards at least. A noticeable improvement from when she had first picked them up. She had managed to recover from the forest ambush, rebuilding her warband, finding some nice villages to raze. But she wanted more. For the first time since she came here, she wanted to find an actual person that she could talk to so she didn't become a hermit. She had been one before this, and it screwed her over when she fought alone against Epona knows how many foreigners. No allies, no one to honor her passing. Just a burned hall and dozens of dead men. And that was no way to be honored.
Andraste chose to head west, for she smelled something on the air. The faint smell of blood and smoke. War was being waged on a grand scale. She followed the smell west, dragging her thrall-host across a strange land, till she arrived at a huge city. The sheer size of it made Caledonia's largest settlement look like a mere village. Five great stone walls, now bearing the scars of war, surrounded a huge palace in the center. The first ring was set aflame, surely infested be the besiegers. And there was something more in there. Others from worlds beyond. But if she was to find an ally, she had to fight her way through all of the soldiers streaming into the city.
Or you slip in with them, Savage. You must be stupid to think violence is the only way.
Humbled a bit, Andraste said, "Very well, voice." She didn't intend to bring her thralls with her, so she just sent them to attack whatever they found after taking their bullets. Andraste slipped into a regiment of infantry, all armored in mismatched armor just like her, and followed them into the city. It reminded her of Caledonia. So much looting and destruction, bodies everywhere, and constant murder. It was an orgy of chaos and carnage. She stuck with the regiment she came with for awhile longer, and then they split off into a rubble-filled street. However, it was at this time that some of the soldiers realized they had never seen her before, In fact, they hadn't ever seen her weapons too. It was at this time Andraste realized, she fucked up.
"Let's kill 'em all!" Andraste shouted. Like a gunslinger, she quickly drew her Henry-Martini, firing a point blank shot into a soldier before switching to Skuld. Hopefully, this would distract the attackers for awhile, and take some pressure off the defenders, whoever they were.
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NARAYA
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As the alarms continued to blare inside the crashed ship its single occupant wasted no time. She had already been grounded for three minutes (at least) and by the look of her sensors there were a lot of contacts outside. Naraya had donned her hostile environment gear which, fortunately, had been securely stowed away inside its locker during the crash. The same could not be said however for her hoverbike which had sustained light damage after some electrical wiring jumped loose right ontop of it- attempting to ride or even starting the anti-gravity drive on it could prove fatal without a proper look. That would have to wait.

For now she needed to establish a secure perimeter around her ship to buy some more time. After that it was all about scouting the area. Explosions, raging fires and primal roars from the distance told Naraya everything she needed to know about what was going on inside the nearby settlement. As she exited the rear airlock and crouched down with her rifle shouldered and ready Naraya waited for a couple of seconds to take in the view of the imminent area around her.

By the look of things she was alone and the buildings she had crashed into seemed to have been abandoned for a while, most likely as a result of the nearby battle. No sane farmer would stick around while there's a siege going on.

Naraya crept around her ship, jumping from cover to cover. She placed out sensors, surveillance drones and a couple of automated guns. Sensors and drones would help her keep an eye on the ship while the guns would hopefully make enough noise that any potential thief would be deterred from approaching or risk having their torso shredded by the kinetic rotary weapons.

Once the defenses were in place Naraya approached one of the intact structures. It looked like a barn if anything. She pulled out her sidearm and wrapped her cloak around her, distorting and even concealing part of her silhouette as she cleared the building silently. Nothing. She climbed up an old wooden ladder and took up an overwatch position at one of the hatches used to lift and drop hay from the ground.

From there she started to observe the city. Warcries? Check. Fires? Check. Crumbling buildings? Check. Something that looks like a giant, flying reptile? Naraya blinked twice and shook her head.

Check.

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TERANIS
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The city was under siege. A sight all too familiar for Teranis. She tightened her grip around her primary hilt to the point were here fist felt like it was a piece of the metallic weapon itself. From afar she saw perhaps most of it. Men of arms. Sorcerers. Fires. Dragons.

It was only the latter which surprised her. At least they looked like dragons. She hadn't actually seen one in her life though her great grandfather had been part of the generation that hunted them to extinction on her own world. A first step to taking control over their own planet. It had been a fairly easy step once the Biraakans had secretly mastered spaceflight- it was difficult for a squadron of dragons to take on five squadrons of fighter-craft.

She sighed. Even with the present dragons her emotions were mixed. A part of her was sad to see such a large city fall. It would take a long time, if ever, to rebuild and restore it. Another part of her was excited. She could hear the drums of war reverb throughout her body. She could smell the blood and soot in the air. She could imagine herself charging forth, swathing through the primitive soldiers like some unnatural being.

Ultimately the latter won.

Quickly, Teranis took off into a sprint. She kept her right hand on the hilts at her hip to keep them from revealing her while the other arm was slightly in front of her. In a matter of seconds she had managed to leap past piles of rotting corpses and destroyed siege equipment.

The outer walls were closing in.
 
-OROBO COLTSIN-
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After the battle of the Ebon Shrine, Orobo set his sights on the north. Upon completing the battle and the festivities, Orobo had wandered through the abandoned battlefield, looting the occasional corpse and trying to find new information on Valucia. By chance, he had stumbled upon the corpse of a Czarsnikei mercenary, riddled with arrows like a pincushion. A map and a book of Czarsnikei culture had been among the man’s possessions. In short, the nation was a unified front, a militant country ready for battle and siege at a moment's notice. Most of its populace was employed by the government, which maintained a strict surveillance state over the people. In other nations this might have been considered too far, a mockery of human rights; Czarsnikei was not other nations. Infested with the demons of the north, the cold and snow-ridden country was crawling with danger to the average human, making tight security a necessity. Orobo himself had been under near-constant surveillance in his old world as he had been a weapon of the last human governments. An expensive, experimental demonic summoner was what he had been referred to most of the time, a costly weapon in the war of the apocalypse. The demons, however, were what concerned Orobo, the lack of a master and apparent insanity of the majority of them had led the mutant to believe there was a power to be seized in the north.

Arriving at the Czarsnikei border in several days, Orobo had quickly found that controlling the feral demons would be a much harder task then he hoped for. Training the demons had been impossible, forming any sort of pact was out of the question, and Orobo’s demon-taming abilities had worked only sporadically. After killing the last of the demons he had captured alongside Ullis the Vampiric Master Chef and Delilah the Wyrmwood Witch, he had decided their next destination would be The Solomon Fortress. Perhaps information of note could be found hidden somewhere within the millennia-old fortress. Packing up their belongings quickly, the group had made haste to the fortress, slaying many demons along the way. They eventually arrived near the fortress, taking refuge in an old abandoned watch post, overgrown with strange ugly weeds and cold-resistant tree-roots. The watch post seemed for the most part, empty of any life and an incoming blizzard had reared its head very close behind the trio. They would have to go inside without scouting the place; For all they knew, the place could be a den of the monstrosities infesting Czarsnikei.

Orobo whistled in admiration as he and his two traveling companions stared down the crumbling and deserted watch post. The wind was picking up and Orobo could see the snowfall was increasing in its intensity by the second. The blizzard behind them would be upon the travelers in minutes. Normally, Orobo would have summoned a lesser imp or some undead to scout out whatever abandoned habitation they had come across, then the group would have gone in as a unit, dealing with whatever threats the summoned beings had discovered. They had no luxury of any scouting or preparation this time, and the 4 story building they had selected was large indeed. Surrounded by a crumbling wall adorned with barbed wire and two watchtowers diagonally across from each other, the watch post looked to have at one point been the home of 50 to 100 soldiers. The building would be filled with shadowed nooks and crannies, dark and safe from the outside, perfect for a den of demons seeking refuge from the snow. Orobo sighed as he summoned two armored skeletal demons to enter the front of the watch post through its crumpled front gate, then beckoning his two companions to follow he stealthily made his way towards a large hole in the defensive wall to the right of the front entrance.

Clambering over the crumbled remains of the wall, Orobo stalked over to the watch post pressing his back against the wall to look through a shattered window on the first floor. The room appeared to be empty save for a dozen crumpled beds, smashed furniture and long-dried bloodstains. Orobo placed his hands on the frame and lifted himself through the window, dropping noiselessly into a crouch on the tiled floor. Without waiting for his two companions he rushed to the door to the rest of the building closing what was left of the rotten entryway quickly. He then waited for his companions to enter while he had his two armored demons enter the building from the front. Information flooded Orobo’s brain as the two thralls mindlessly stepped through the smashed front doors. The Summoner could hear his two familiars from the room he was in and waited as they made their way inside to the central hallway and stairwell. The skeletal demons cackled softly, a flame burning at the exposed joints of their armor, both of their heads smooth round skulls with three horns jutting brutishly from their foreheads. Covered in armor from breast to toe save for the exposed flaming joint segments, the creatures had no semblance of subtlety or stealth. The blizzard had arrived now and Delilah and Ullis were in the room with Orobo crouched stealthily behind several pieces of furniture. The thralls walked up the stairs together on guard, not bothering to even try to conceal their presence. As they finished ascending the last steps Orobo found himself staring through his thrall’s eyes down a hallway covered from the stairs to the last door in dried and fairly fresh blood. Every single door had been torn from their hinges and it appeared from what the thralls could see, that all the rooms were also smeared in copious amounts of gore.

Suddenly Orobo lost his connection with the two thralls, the duo disappearing simultaneously; Orobo had not cut the connection himself, nor had he sensed any movement within the building. A bead of sweat trickled down Orobo’s bald forehead as he forced his breathing not to accelerate. Whatever had killed the two demons had been exceedingly fast and strong, and somehow immune to sensory magic. An adaptation of sorts, Orobo guessed, from fighting the Czarsnikeians and their advanced sensory magic tactics for so long. In short, whatever the trio was dealing with now, was fast enough and strong enough to kill at least two of them before any real response could be made. Orobo’s eyes were wide with near-panic now and he made quick beckoning motions with his left hand towards his compatriots. The group moved towards the window they had entered from, Orobo quietly lifting a table and placing it facing the door to give them cover as the summoner explained the situation. The blizzard was roaring outside now, snowflakes flurrying inside in droves through the shattered window; The sound of the storm would have been deafening had they been outside, not to mention the blinding whiteout of the snow.

Slowly, Orobo peaked over the barricade he had quickly constructed, before turning back to his comrades to deliver the news. Orobo wasn't the type to sugar coat things, giving his synopsis of the situation to his partners quickly and as honestly as he could manage.

“Yeahhhhh guys, ummmm, something just killed my two demons near-instantly without a sound, and I can't sense anything moving upstairs at all. This means something very fast, very strong, and very, very stealthy is in this building with us. Either that or it's beyond the physical and we're doomed. Either way, It killed both of my demons simultaneously so I'm guessing it could probably kill at least two of us rather quickly if we’re not careful. I'll be honest, something about whatever is upstairs is putting me on edge. Seriously on edge. So from this point on, no noise whatsoever, and be wary, wary of everything if need be. I have no idea what this thing looks like at all and if its a shapeshifter of sorts we probably won't ever know. I don't really wanna die in this frigid fucking ruin so don't take any chances whatsoever. It could be anything, so watch out for everything. Now, last thing; Do you guys wanna just camp out right here until the blizzard is gone or do you wanna hunt this thing down and try to kill it before it kills us?"

The summoner peaked over the barricade again staring at the hole in the door he had closed. The door itself was quite rotted and the handle had been completely obliterated lock and all. Suddenly, a soft fleshy clicking sound could be heard from the hallway the rotting door led to, slow but consistent in its rhythm, slowly making its way down the frigid first-floor hallway. Orobo tensed and felt all the hairs on his body stand up at once, accompanied by a full-body feeling of goosebumps that somehow made the summoner even colder. Orobo had stared down the most horrifying demons from the black pit his world had called Hell, he had made pacts with creatures that knew every fear imaginable to humans and more and the King of Monsters had even looked into the eyes of an Archangel driven mad by something beyond the heavens and had not blinked. Yet, the clicking he heard, it brought about a fear Orobo had thought long forgotten; The something that was in the building with them, the something that was making the very near organic click-click-click, the something Orobo found himself getting goosebumps at just the sound of, was not something Orobo believed he had ever encountered. This was something new, something horribly and utterly unnaturally new, so new the cold of the void still radiated in waves from its very presence.

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Tobias and Mii

Oh, that's where Mii was. "Don't worry, little kitten, I'll contain Mii to lessen the damage! We can make her our team mascot after this!" Tobias began to levitate high, high above the battlefield. So high up that no arrow or spell could hit him. He flew over until he spotted Mii, an easy task considering how quickly she grew. The slime was rolling down the streets, taking arrows, fire balls, and all sorts of hits, but showed no signs of stopping. Tobias could see what her inventor had in mind when creating the failed cleaning product, but forgot to implement a feature for her to excrete waste. Mii was currently heading for the fourth wall of Castellan, which would inevitably have Dirk shoot her.

Clicking his tongue, Tobias activated a gravity well above the slime, pulling the massive creature up with a booming bloop sound. Mii was taken aback by the odd interruption, but that didn't matter to her for too long. She was being taken from the meaty food! She tried to extend some tendrils down to grabs the humans as she flew up, but gravity was holding her back. "Mii, you're going to get too fat if you keep eating! I don't know if you can get diabetes or not, but I can assure you it's not fun! Do you even know what humans eat and are made up of?"

"No! Food is best! Food is life!" she argued. But no matter how much she resisted, Mii was stuck in a sphere flying above the air. Tobias was pulling her away from Nortestra's fourth wall when he said, "Look, Mii, we need to trim down your weight, okay?" What? What did he mean by weight? "If I just channel on certain areas..." The excess water around Mii started to drain onto Nortestra like rain. The slime was horrified, starting to feel exposed. Her core was losing the protection of the water with the removal of each layer, and she gradually started to worry if Tobias was planning something evil.

No matter what it was, she wouldn't allow it! Mii stretched herself into a cylinder of liquid, slowly wiggling out of the gravity well. Tobias applied more power to it when something shot out of the giant ball of water. "The core!" he shouted as it dropped onto the battlefield, taking a fraction of the water with it. With a flick of his wrist, the massive ball of water was flung away from Castellan, and Tobias started his slow descent.

Mii stretched into her human form, curiously looking around. She was taken far from the fourth wall where more meaty food rested, and most of her water drained. Still, there was food. A plentiful amount of food, running in random directions in their metal shells. It was always time to feed, and now was no exception to--"Look out!" Mii whipped around to see a ball of fire ten times her size barrel straight at her. It came so close that she could feel its heat evaporate some of her water, but it came to a complete stop mid air. "Be careful, Mii! I might not always be there for you!" Tobias said, reducing the fireball's gravity until it flew upwards.

The slime stared at him in awe. She'd always thought of humans as sources of food, just more intelligent than fish. None had actually ever saved her life, before. Without thinking, she jumped at Tobias and hugged him. "Oh, good lord, you're so cold and sticky! It's hard to clean this suit, you know!" But when he finally realized what Mii was doing and that she wasn't going to stop, he let out a soft smile. "Okay, you can hold on to me while I battle my way past the... Mollugs, were they? Yes, while I battle past the Mollugs." And so their venture through the war zone began, leaving Mollugs forever in zero-gravity and some even crushed so much that they would've looked like paint splatters on the floor. Sometime later, Mii let go to wrap her tendrils around a few Mollugs to consume them in her small form, having to blanket them in her thin liquid to fully eat them, all while Tobias took notes.​
 
Jessamine

The carriage trip was uneventful for the most part. The miserable, worn buildings that she passed only strengthened her resolve to fix things. That, and the pathetic people who dressed in rags. "Look at them all," she muttered to herself, "scurrying about in their miserable little lives. Never accomplishing anything of importance. Sad." When she took over, this would be one of the first things she would fix. Soon, the carriage came to a stop, and her guards stepped out first to lead her inside the building. Lo and behold, Detra Coldspire was already here. Like many others, she had turned a blind eye to what was better for Mollug, but she'd been more of an obstacle than the others. Jessamine constantly reminded herself that they needed Detra as of now, and that sending Hester after her would only screw things up in Verruk.

Then came the recent issue of the reported summons. A random event that just so happen to arise during the most important time for Verruk. No matter; she still had plenty of cards to play. Confidently, she said, "The summons will be of no concern. Based on reports, the most of them are at the Castellan siege. What few that end up here will be dealt with swiftly and precisely with the use of them." Based on the looks of the guards and Detra, Jessamine let off an annoyed grunt. "You know who I'm talking about: The group of mistreated orphans we collected over the years, training them to be the perfect killers and assassins; The Court of Jesters."

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"They've only ever failed one mission, where they suffered their only casualty. Other than that, they've outclassed dozens of Nortestran squads and decimated their camps in a matter of minutes. Should any summon arrive in Verruk, we will play these cards for the cleanup." Jessamine had no doubt in her mind that Hester could easily kill all of the Jesters, and that she'd be a better choice to take on the summons. However, learning of their abilities was important. Who knows if one of them were able to somehow remove the blood oath from Hester, or at the very least kill her? She was a useful tool for the coup, and Jessamine didn't want to risk losing her or having Hester go after her for revenge.

"The summons will be of no issue, I assure you. Is there anything else you wish to discuss?"

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Synthia & Hitori Kage​
As they continued to slash blades embers from the destroyed, half destroyed, and burning bodies flung towards the air. Every explosion around them from other spells did not stop the two. Synthia was trying everything she had to withstand the fierce strikes from Hitori, but it was all for nothing he was too strong. Too berserk. Nothing she did made him flinch nor falter in his swings it was like fighting a beast in the wild. As the android was occupied they took no time to continue their interrupted battle dashing around swinging their swords at each other. Synthia was always being pushed back by the sheer force of every swing.

(Within Hitori's mind)
The sky was black and the castle did seem pretty destroyed. This all didn't make sense to Hitori, why was he here and not going against Synthia? What was going on exactly with that white and black version of himself. So many questions he wanted to ask, but no one was around to answer them. Scratching the top of his head he looked around as the black night sky peered over him barely shedding any light. The black fire wasn't helping neither only lighting the small room it was in. Hitori stood there for some time now watching the black fire as he got tired of seeing it grow then shrink in size. Finally thinking of something to do he reached his hand out to try and help it.

"Don't touch that."

Hitori jumped back a bit frightened from not noticing there was someone else here. The voice sounded familiar so he starred in the direction it came from and there the person was again coming from the shadows of the room. Hitori stood up straight and glared at the "Evil" version of himself. They had a moment of silence as each didn't know what to say.

"Red like blood... White like bone.... Red like solitude.. White like silence... Red like the senses of a beast... White like the heart of a god... Red like molten hatred... White like chilling cries of pain.. Red like the shadows that feed on the night... Like a sigh piercing the moon, it shines white and scatters red. Kisuke. Why did you change your name? Are you to weak to remember that name as it reminds you of your failure?! Your failure is my failure you idiot! What you hide is what I hide! We are the same person, yet the difference between you and me is that of Red and White! You cower and run from your fears instead of facing them.... Though something I find hilarious is that."

"We stop looking under the bed for the monster when we realize the monster is inside of us."

Not able to answer why he threw his old honored name away he felt the guilt grow down his spine and crush his heart. Names on Asgard were very important, it was the very thing that symbolized the person and yet Hitori threw his away like it meant nothing to him. Hitori's eyes opened widely as he listened to his evil version speak, it was clear to him now this other version of him was himself. Though it didn't make sense why he was in this world and not fighting Synthia was then projected in the night sky which he looked up. The explosions, swords clashing, arrows, and war commands can all be heard through the projection. What was going on?! Then he saw his sword clashing with Synthia's, was he still fighting her subconsciously?! Was this monster that no longer was under the bed what he was looking at on the opposite side of the black fire? Looking back at the other Hitori he seeked answers from this version.

"So is that you fighting her?"

"Yes."

Silence broke in the room while the projection still went on in the sky, Hitori realized it was through "his" eyes and that everything he was seeing was real. The destruction of Castellan was crazy for miles upon miles was ruins of his and Synthia's combat. Hitori felt guilt in his heart once more knowing that the people would not trust him, it was his fault all of that happened.

"Why?"

"Because you are weak Kisuke. Did you forget what I told you in that dream years ago? Or did you try to forget that too!? I've told you multiple times yet you ACTED LIKE YOU COULD NOT HEAR ME! I GAVE YOU WARNINGS BY APPEARING IN MOMENTS OF TRYING TO TELL YOU! YOU ARE WEAK! YOU LOST YOURSELF IN THIS CONVILUTED DELUSION OF BY HOLDING BACK YOUR BEING A HERO AND SAVING OTHERS LIVES! YOU'RE ONLY GETTING THEM KILLED BY HOLDING BACK KISUKE! THE MORE YOU SHOW YOUR ENEMIES WEAKNESS THEY WILL TAKE ADVANTAGE AND KILL YOU FOR YOU HOLDING BACK! A HERO DOES NOT LET INNOCENTS DIE RIGHT?!! THEN WHY IS THIS CITY BURNING AND COVERED WITH RUINS!? BECAUSE OF YOU! YOU ARE WHAT STANDS BETWEEN THE GATES OF DEATH AND THEIR HELPLESS SOULS! So... because of your weakness I stand as beacon for both of our sakes and handle the situation myself. Yet we called you our king."

Both Hitori's drew their blades out as the black fire shined bright and the scenery was a giant room within the castle. Hitori stayed silent because he didn't know what to say though what caught him off guard was that the monster mentioned we. Hitori never thought of himself as a king so who else was here that the monster could be mentioning about as well? No matter they were about to engage in combat so Hitori had prepared himself by nervously gripping his hilt with both hands as the monster looked at him with disappointment in his eyes. Once a sweat dropped to the floor from Hitori's face they instantly clashed blades which caused high friction creating high gust of winds.

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As they continued their intense sword fight Hitori and BHitori flashed stepped around making it seem like sparks from the blades clashing in thin air. Moving all throughout the room Hitori kept his eyes on BHitori's movement closely not allowing him an opening. If it was true and Hitori always holding back is what could lead to others deaths then he will no longer. The new Hitori will try is very best from now on and starting against his inner foe. Blowing each other back by a fierce strike Hitori lifted his left hand which was free and a fire ball started to grow from the palms of his hands, though his facial expression went from focused and serious to worried and confused. BHitori was doing the same thing except since he held his sword in the left hand he lifted his right and grew the same size fire ball. The two fired the spheres of flames at each other colliding creating a giant explosion and fierce winds. Hitori's hair moved with the wind as he tried to hold his grip sliding across the floor, he was then forced to swing his sword with one hand to block BHitori's strike which made him continue sliding back while trying to hold his block. Using his left hand to grab the hilt to support his right Hitori starred into BHitori's eyes as they crashed into a wall. The first one to jump out was BHitori while Hitori took a moment to come out, BHitori laughed at Hitori and swung his blade like he did against Synthia. Confused on how BHitori was doing it so comfortably Hitori gripped his sword with both hands ready for anything.

"How do you know that spell?"

"THE SAME WAY YOU LEARNED IT! HAA!"

"What?!"

And in that moment the two clashed their blades once more continuing to flash step all throughout the room. Throwing spells at one another as there were explosions and fire all over the room. Both Hitori's didn't show any sign of weaknesses yet it was obvious BHitori was the stronger one out of the two. Using his sword to twirl it around Hitori's, BHitori knocked Hitori's blade out of his hand and swung downwards to cut Hitori smoothly down his body. Watching his sword fly out of his hands Hitori felt nothing but pain noticing his blood gush out of his torso. Falling backwards his collar was grabbed by BHitori which threw him down the hall. Rolling across the ground Hitori finally stopped by sliding, trying to get back up BHitori kicked Hitori smooth in the face sending him flying though grabbed his foot and slammed him into the ground. Hitori's pupils shook in his eyes as he felt pain screaming out. Yet he had no escape as BHitori continued to slam him against the ground, and threw him down the hall again. Sliding across the floor Hitori laid there for a moment before shaking his head waking himself up and jumped back up yet wobbling this time. Watching BHitori swing his blade around again Hitori looked for his own blade. Finally seeing his blade that was pierced into the ground he looked back at BHitori who was looking at the blade too as they both flashed stepped and raced for the sword. Both grabbing the hilt with each free hand they looked at each other yet Hitori wasted no time and punched BHitori in the face making him loose his grip on the sword. Grabbing his sword he sheathed it as his fist engulfed in flames and he begun comboing BHitori with fiery strikes. Black blood flowing out of BHitori's mouth as he was being pummeled by Hitori's jabs he finally grabbed Hitori's left fist and his fist engulfed in red flames as well as they punched each other smooth in the cheek. Jumping back away from each other Bhitori wiped the blood from his lip and followed up by licking his lips with his tongue.

"Nice one."

"You too."

"Kisuke… We are all born dead. The end exists before anything begins. If living is a constant quest for awareness. The awareness we gain at the end is the real goal. In other words, Death. Is the discovery and complete understanding of the end. We are not permitted to seek awareness. Those that cannot transcend death will not find awareness in anything, that is the "No shaking throne"."

"Why do you keep saying things like this?"

"For you to one day understand the meaning."

Wasting no time now Hitori's aura sprouted out of his body as he begun to power up allowing his blue flamish aura to consume his aura. Though across from him BHitori was doing the same with his red flamish aura. How did BHitori know this transformation!? It took Hitori by surprise, since you had to be pure hearted for the first flame to acknowledge and bless your flame magic to ascend to the next level. And Hitori sensed no purity from this white and black version of himself. As they both entered Blue and Red both clashed once again this time using their punches and kicks instead of swords. BHitori had no respect in fist fighting since he would grab Hitori's arm to allow a cheap punch, grab his leg to throw Hitori, or even using cheap tactics to catch Hitori off guard. Their fight was intense none the less as the room continued to crumbled, the roof had rubble falling from it as their powers alone was crushing the giant room. Every punch and kick that was colliding together created such a strong force that shook the very room and made it slowly fall apart. Not only were they using flame empowered attacks on each other they constantly used flame magic on each other exactly mimicking the other on accident.

Sliding across the ground Hitori and BHitori both huffed and puffed as they were both getting exhausted going all out on one another. Hitori had a smirk grow on his face, he was enjoying this actually. It was relieving finally finding out what it was that kept haunting him in his nightmares and to finally be face to face with it.

"You keep leaving openings like that I might accidently kill you."

"You? Kill me? I decline."

"It's looking like your getting tired."

"Though I've caused more damage to you then you've done to me. Heh! Don't get to cocky King."

"I am no King why do you keep saying this?"

"One day you will understand there is another. You are the king, if you don't notice we use your body as a host to project our powers. Therefor you are our king. You have the crown while we don't. Though... don't think for a second that I can't snatch that crown off your head."

"Who's the other?"

"Don't worry about that right now. Time will come when you are ready to hear his voice."

Looking over to the black fire that appeared out of nowhere Hitori knew what he had to do. The world shook a bit when Hitori took the hit by Charon in the outter world and it made the inner world shake as well. Noticing BHitori more worried about the palace room Hitori ran towards the fire, though the room started to flip on its side making it harder for him to reach the fire.

"DONT TOUCH THAT!"

BHitori shouted out towards Hitori though he didn't listened and placed both of his hands in the black fire pouring his own mana into it making it set ablaze. A giant white flame burst out making Hitori look in awe, though the white faded and the red, orange, and yellow looking flame emerged from the bonfire. There was a white flash as BHitori was no longer black and white yet he was of color. His hair was white while Hitori's was black, they were brought back to the starting room this time the castle wasn't rubble and it was full. Looking around Hitori noticed the sky was bright blue again and the sun shined bright over them. Looking over to BHitori he smiled at the monster within him.

"I'm sorry."

"Heh.. Whatever... Remember this though.

I hate when it rains Kisuke

It rains here too you know.
When you are moody, it becomes cloudy.
When you are sad, the rain comes down....
To stop the rain I am forced to take over you. If you want to stay as King don't make it rain here Kisuke!"

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Finally jumping back away from each other Hitori landed on the ground still with the markings on his body as Synthia slid across the ground as well. The demon like Hitori prepared to swing his sword again until he was forced to dodge a blast from Synthia, in anger he closed the gap between the two by flash stepping making their swords clash one more time. Before he could know it Charon was preparing a red beam which made him jump back from Synthia which encaptured her in a red cage of energy. Watching the ebony woman stay trapped he laughed at her while pointing as she was the bird trapped in the cage now.

"You have two options here. Either you let the boy regain control, or I kill you and devour your soul to free him.”

"You must not know that neither of those are an option. You kill me you kill him! IDIOT I AM IMMORTAL WITHIN THIS BODY!"

Without noticing or getting any time to counter Charon and knocked Hitori directly in the gut smoothly knocking him across the ground. Standing back up using the sword as support he gripped his stomach with his right hand.

"That... hurt... you... bastard.."

Looking up at Charon Hitori had a weak pissed off facial expressions. Slightly falling forward using the blade to still catch him Hitori gripped his head in pain and screamed out. This was due to the conflict within the inner world. Though it stopped as in the inner world at the moment Hitori was losing to BHitori. Standing back up Hitori sighed and grabbed his sword out of the ground and glared at Charon for a moment. Flash stepping Hitori would attempt to grab Charon's face with his hand yet was stopped mid motion. Unclear to what was stopping him, Hitori was starting to shake as he was trying to force his body to move but it wouldn't respond.

"Wha?!"

Soon after Hitori started to grab his head again in pain screaming once more this time he fell to his knees. Shouting out in pain the markings started to fade.

"STOP IT!"

"GIVE ME MY BODY BACK!"

Both Hitori's and the demon's voice were coming out of his mouth. It was like a weird moment of seeing someone struggling to regain control over their body. The cause of this battle for control was the inner battle that took place within Hitori's mind and soul between him and BHitori. Though Hitori was on the winning side this time which made the body unresponsive to BHitori's commands. Standing up dropping his blade Hitori was holding his head starting to step back as red and blue mana was sprouting out of his body. It was like he was about to explode from the amount of mana that was being released. Still in pain Hitori's body was slowly losing the markings and his left eye turned back to normal.

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Breathing heavily his arms were dropped while he looked at the floor. The markings were all gone as he stood up straight he could see again and was no longer in his inner world. Noticing the mass destruction that he seen form the projection he sighed realizing it wasn't fake. This was actually still going on. Hitori looked over at the metal man that he noticed before when Kotori, Susan, Wakinyan, and himself first arrived. Was he what helped him regain control of his body? Unlike everyone else this man wasn't showing any signs of mana. Hitori couldn't sense if he was good or evil. Why? Looking over to Synthia who was now caged up in red energy he noticed it faded soon after. Charon would notice a Black mark over Hitori's heart, it would be the remains of the black markings.

Synthia jumped back to gain distance from the two as she landed on top of the roof. Noticing that Hitori had a conflicting battle with himself to regain control over his body she had a sly smirk on her face. Thankfully whatever that was that took over his body and was tearing her apart was no longer amongst them which meant the fight would be easier from here. Not understanding what that red cage was she dismissed the thought of it, now she starred at the two Hitori and Charon with disgust. She hated Hitori and disliked Charon. Hitori made a fool of her in combat while Charon rudely interrupted their battle. Raising her right hand up Synthia's aura outlined her body once more. Violet purple flowed over her body as the wind around her picked up, a purple magic circle formed beneath her.

"I never thought I'd show anyone this form, but... I REALLY HATE YOU HITORI! I want you dead! On Sinless I want you dead!!! NO ON MOLLUG'S SOCIETY I WANT YOU DEAD!"

She screamed out as a bright flashed covered her body. Once the bright flash ended she was transformed no longer wearing her garment her womanly body parts were covered by another strange material. Her wings were blackened feathers, she grew a demon tail, had horns that curved upwards, and a crown had formed around her forehead. She smirked at the two now that her magic power was doubled... maybe even tripled. She was no longer going to hold back, this was the real deal now. Although Hitori was heavily damaged from their fight before he got possessed he still prepared himself for round two.

"Woah... She's gotten crazy stronger then before... Be careful metal man!"

"Behold, death."
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Hakai​
Once Gustas stopped explaining Hakai continued to stare at the map silently. He noticed that the north was in white which probably meant snow. He would have to visit there soon after he finished business with Nortestra and Mollug. Looking back up to Gustas he nodded.

"We leave immediately."

"Okay I'll have my assistant watch the bar then. Are you sure you want to go now?"

"If this "vampire" is the guildmaster I would want to confront him before it reaches dark. Most monstrosities get more ferocious in the night time."

"Like yourself?"

Gustas then felt chills go down his spine when Hakai glared at him without stating a word. Gustas nodded clearing his throat walking out the room for some time leaving the two to themselves. Still looking at the room Hakai noticed that everything had small geographic details and a list of monsters that are known in each area. "Snow dragon" was one that caught his eyes.

"What do you think Rojy?"
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As soon as the Summoned entered the forest, Tear's sensors had detected them. There seemed to be at least two summoned, followed by a third entity - possibly a native? Either way, Tear hadn't stalled, using their boosters to leap from tree to tree and evade the smaller ground dwelling demons. After all, this was the perfect opportunity! Summoned in the forest, an artifact that needed recovery... it was everything Tear had hoped for!

They pulled their jacket around them tightly as they ran, feeling the snowstorm intensify around them. The wind howled like a great beast, roaring through the trees and crashing through the branches. Tear pulled a pair of goggles over their eyes, and paused for a moment to turn on their jacket's heating unit.

"Much better," they said with a sigh. They were now able to see the source of the Summoned. The abandoned watch camp, which had previously been infested by smaller demons... had something chased them out? Tear pulled up their binoculars, and saw that there were only one or two small demons in the area... but there was also a large quantity of rapidly glitching dots and static on the screen.

"What in the world..." Tear adjusted the settings, and found that there appeared to be something, somewhere, in the camp that was obscuring sensor readings. Was it just the storm?

...No. If this was something that could hide magical sensors, then Tear had to investigate it fully. They leapt from the tree into the camp, watching the area around them closely as they approached the watchtower the Summoned were in.

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Thomas Godot​
He immediately became flustered. He had built up all this bravado and confidence, and in a second it vanished. He noticed that the armor-clad woman had her hand on the grip of the blade. He went pale for a second and held his shovel more tightly. He could not look at her in the eyes, he could feel his breathing getting heavier and his heart pounding rhythmically in his chest.

“How do we know we can trust you?”

Everything seemed to stop around him as he processed the words. How could they? That was a great question. He just walked into the tent, didn’t he? He just wandered into armed men, followed them to their camp and here he was, pale as snow. What foolishness; he couldn’t do this, what ever this meant. Why even come to this summoned, who was to say he was good or even helpful? He was a farmer by the spirits’ sake, what could he do to help? What had gotten into him?

No, that’s not right. Thomas couldn’t explain exactly what wasn’t right, but he felt sure it wasn’t. What would father say if he saw me like this? One must help, however one can. Thomas himself had repeated this phrase to her sister Mary multiple times. “I-I…” He began to release the grip on his shovel, and his breathing relaxed. “I want to help madam, and when walking with the captain” he just remembered he hadn’t asked him his name, and for a second he felt wrong, he should try to find him again later. He was stuttering, and the woman looked like she was ready to slay him in a second. He continued “t-the captain, I saw a massacre, bodies and rubble just laying around, left to rot and be destroyed by time”. Thomas looked at the Commander for the first time and went on. “Sir, if you are a summoned, you must feel it in your gut, your heart, that this world is wrong and deeply broken”. His confidence began to build up inside of him, puffing his chest and deepening his voice, “Commander, like the gentle hand that places a stick to help weakened plants grow, it is our call as summoned to help the people of this poor world. They need us”. He turned to the woman in the black armor, “And if fate brought me to this camp to be ignored, or die and be forgotten, then so be it”, he looked at her in the eyes “I must help this world, and I come here humbly ask for assistance”.

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Joan Cavalliere​
“We must capture them, of course”, exclaimed Joan as she entered the room, and quickly walked to her chair. “Entire countries rise and fall, centuries become mere minutes in the times of the summoned”, she sat on her assigned chair and put her hands on the wooden table “we either have the summoned work for Mollug or we perish, simple as”. Joan already had a couple of ideas on how to deal with these problems, and to deal with the summoned too. “The Siege of Castellan, all the chaos and strife it brings to our people will finally be of use!” she enthusiastically exclaimed. Summoned either worked by themselves, on squadrons or as leaders of armies, this much was registered in the past summoning process. She needed to secure a business deal with a leader, a certain quest-like bait for a party and a good old kidnapping for the useful loners. Of course, the council couldn’t know of this; maybe she could use council’s resources and influence to get her hands on one of the summoned, but that was it. And even that was potentially dangerous, as letting snakes like Jessamine get their hands on advanced summoned knowledge could be dangerous. Everyone that was someone knew she was accumulating political capital for something, something big.

“As Jessamine suggested, the Court would be an excellent way to secure these assets, by whatever means necessary” she looked around the room: four windows, two stone statues of a man and a woman holding the Jaded Tome, one exit through the wooden door she just came through, a secret exit behind the female statue, eight guards, of which three are directly under her orders, her men outside, the pearl inserted on her mouth in the shape of a tooth. She took an imperceptible breath of relief, as she began to feel in control again. She continued “If that were not enough, I would gladly sponsor a raise on the bounties of the summoned from my own pocket, together with an extra payment for recovered summoned artifacts” she looked at the two council members. “While the Court will be useful in retrieving summoned from the chaos of combat, more remain far away from the Siege, and so we must procure more methods of capture”. She looked at the statues again, their faces were stern and hostile, like all must be in this place. “Detra, do these terms seem agreeable to you?” she asked with a soft and polite smile.
 
As Synthia did her transformation, Charon bounced from foot to foot in excitement. "I'll call dibs on her soul! Dibs I say!" he announces cheerfully even as Red Energy started to coat his legs. Deciding on the most direct and quickest way of getting her off the building's roof, Charon charged forward at the structure itself. The android made no attempt to reach the woman, instead he crashed through the wall before coming to a stop. Spinning back to the wall, he started to tear off huge chunks out of what remained of it, working his way to a corner that he promptly demolished. Before long the building started to become unstable and threatened to collapse at any moment.

Charon was not concerned about the building falling on top of him, he knew he could take the beating. What mattered was getting the enemy off balance and taking away the advantage of height. And just to add to her misery, he paused in his demolition work and summoned the Partisan of Conviction, swiping up at where his senors indicated she was. The soul-empowered and lengthened blade easily cut through the ceiling as it headed towards Synthia.

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Delilah

Orobo was a fool. That much was clear. To travel to Czarsnikei in an rather unprepared attempt to reach Solomon's Fortress, constantly under freezing temperatures and feral demons around every corner, was practically a death sentence, even if her two companions were supposed summons. When he showed off his ability to control demons, she had faith, but that faith was immediately dashed away when the demons resisted with ease. The demons she helped capture were killed, but she had to give him credit for trying as much as he could.

Now, they were huddling behind cover in an abandoned watch post to avoid the incoming blizzard. Orobo sent two of his admittedly impressive demon minions to scout ahead, but Delilah narrowed her eyes upon hearing the latest news. "So that means we've taken shelter in a powerful demon's home, then. Great." The witch was calm for the time being. She's faced plenty of demons in her time, all powerful in some way or another. This one would be no different. But that was what she previously thought. A horrid clicking sound drew near, enough to even make the demon summoner tense up in fear.

No; there was no demon she knew of that was like this. This was a new type, one that Delilah's never faced before. It even made Orobo terrified! Not that she should be judging. Despite keeping a straight face, that awful clicking noise made her spine tingle and planted a sense of worry inside her, which she thought wouldn't be possible since her last fight with Gregory. Silently, she summoned a blue spirit of a fly, her eyes and hears to scout out this monstrosity. It flew under the door and into the hall, and the sight was enough to make Delilah blanch and freeze up.

"If we fight that thing," Delilah shook her head, "then we would risk losing at least one of our limbs and our heart." In spite of the situation, she couldn't help but smirk as a thought came to mind. Delilah Moray, sister of the hero Gregory and a legendary figure among the magic community, scared of a demon? "Then again, I've no doubt that I haven't seen the most of you guys' capabilities. If you really think we can take it on, I'll help in any way I can."

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Ullis Hrundu​

With the sudden change of environment, Ullis would’ve probably died due to the extreme cold he was facing. Though thanks to his garb and the fire magic going through his body keeping him warm, Ullis was able to stay somewhat warm, but not to the point of surviving a blizzard.

He had followed Orobo and Delilah, hopefully with some trustworthy allies he could grow in strength and finally have the confidence to do something. WIth that though in mind he simply trailed behind both of them, hoping that everything would go alright, which they did for the most part.

After entering a building with the two due to an incoming blizzard, Ullis picked up an odd smell, something so faint and unrecognizable to him. Orobo did the smart thing to send out a sort of scouting unit to sweep the rest of the building, but soon Ullis was surprised that Orobo was now afraid from whatever killed his demons and soon Delilah responded, stating they were in a powerful demons home.

“I’m picking up a smell, but it’s too faint and different to be a demon… unless demons here smell differently in which case that makes sense.” Ullis said quietly now taking a bit more precaution as he neared the wall.

As Ullis began sticking to the wall, he heard it. Something he had never heard before, something that if they hadn’t confirmed was a demon, Ullis would’ve believed to be some broken contraption. Ullis’s body tensed up in stress and fear, though he tried to not show it in his face. “So… I have the feeling we are screwed if we do one wrong move.” Ullis said as he now felt unsafe being near a wall and slowly moved to the center of the room.

Ullis took a breath and relaxed for a bit, processing what might the demon be. “Ok… so it’s very fast, strong, invisible to even magic, and it’s probably gonna kill us. Shit, and the blizzard just had to arrive. I’d say we wait here for now, quietly and stay together.” Ullis said having his body tense up again.

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Rojy Erac​

Sitting down, Rojy had honestly expected Hakai to at least order something, but just as they had gone inside the bar, Hakai wanted to already leave but at least asked him what he thought. “Awww, I wanted to stay here, maybe test out this new knife on more pathetically weak opponents before testing it on something tougher.” Rojy said grinning slightly with a sort of comical tone.

“Though at the same time I can’t contain myself with excitement, I'll finally get the chance to see the inside of a vampire.” Rojy left hand twitched a bit as he explained. In that same moment Rojy’s grin disappeared and began to talk again. “However, if we’re planning on killing this guildmaster, I think for now it’s a good idea to stay hidden and not attract too much attention, I don’t think we’re ready for… Mollug I think it was to start hunting us down especially considering our unique status.” Rojy said quietly and seriously. “Though, it’s your call in the end, I can’t stop you and I’m dying to gain more power.”

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The dragon's claw crashed against Wakinyan's head, stopping his charge and sending him tumbling to the ground. His fall was unusually graceless, his front hooves and knees tearing deep rifts into the muddy soil as he tried to keep himself from flipping. Susan was a liability, but the beast was determined to keep her safe. Not only was she an innocent, but Kotori had grown attached to the girl. His instinct to protect Kotori was already extending to her. Unfortunately, this also meant that he could not unleash an enormous blast of heavenfire with her being so near, unlike Kotori.

When the dragon plucked Susan from his back, Wakinyan began thrashing wildly against the dragon's grip. His mane flickered with lightning, yet strangely none of his attacks did much to the dragon. The skies shook overhead, casting jagged shadows across the battlefield. Hearing his roar, Kotori looked up from her own battle to see Wakinyan pinned by the dragon and Susan being lifted up. The girl looked so frail and small, like a kitten in the jaws of a bear. Kotori's heart stopped, filling her blood with ice.

"Susan!" she shouted into the rainy chaos. How could she have let this happen? She thought Susan would be safe with Wakinyan but she was wrong. It was a mistake, her mistake. How could she defend the city when she could not even defend her own friend? The darkness that had smothered her world seemed to gather again, driving out everything but the sight of Susan and Wakinyan.

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Overcame with an unkillable swarm of warning signals the little lass froze in the grasp of her transient captor. She was nipped off her giant protector and dropped like expensive glassware onto the stained earth below. Susan’s closed mind was now bursting with queries about that instant as she managed a stumble over the expected faceplant. Weakly voicing her utter loss she fixed a violated gaze onto the gigantic reptile. It touched her. Amidst all of the screaming violence her body entered a state of stasis at the feeling of being held by that thing. Her breathes fell heavy, and sweaty limbs shuddered in denial. She couldn’t believe it. She didn’t want to, and her body clearly onboard with that idea stood unresponsive as tears broke free.

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Kotori could hardly believe her eyes; instead of harming Susan, the dragon lowered her to the side of the battle. Even if she knew her gods were dead, she found herself sending them a prayer of thanks. Wakinyan seemed just as surprised. His stormy armour stopped its dance, crackling into a duller glow. Wakinyan stopped his struggle for a moment, laying still and his eyes burning white, staring at the dragon. Kotori heard chimes in her head, like a light breeze through flowers. There were no words, but she understood him with perfect clarity. Gods bound by rules. Mortals bound by fate. Kotori felt her chest tighten.

In truth, she did not want to slay this dragon, but she could not let Wakinyan fall. Wiping the rain out of her eyes, she glanced back at the Mollug dragonrider, locked in a deadly dance with Sulric. Why did they fight? Both were just as good of heart as the other, and yet they found themselves on opposite sides of a sword. In any other circumstance, they might have been friends. Then again, it would be hypocritical for Kotori to play judge. If it was between this general and Wakinyan she would have to choose Wakiynan. It was her duty. She aimed her arrow towards the dragon's eye, wishing there was another way...

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“Susan?”

An unforgettable piercing sensation cracked the thick ever-growing walls of confusion inside her head, forcing ten little soldiers to act by holding the sides of her skull. Susan squeezed her head for a duration as her thoughts were silenced, but not before the lasting pain brought her to a near squat.

“Susan if you can hear me, look closely.”

Vivid within assumed imagination a delicate hand reached out. It was the sole light in the room of shadows, doubt, and unending blackness. She looked at it after giving up on the uncanny disappearance of her ordeal, the lack of brain activity slightly alarming while the missing stings once plaguing her brought back mild comfort. The next action came naturally. “What am I looking at here…?”

“My offer to assist. Susan please, take my sword in allowance of your troubles becoming mine. Let me help you.” The outstretched arm got brighter and brighter, patiently hanging there as if promising a field of riches and sun-like social visibility.

Their tone of plea struck a chord in Susan. Nothing realistically negative really came from grabbing the illusionary limb besides her absence from the battlefield, five minutes sounding about right as she considered her time in this strange space. ...suddenly she grasped the hand instantly falling back into the present.

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Kept from hitting the dirt silver eyes widened in shock as a beautiful young girl basically stepped into existence via a dark rift. She easily supported Susan’s weight, pulling the little lass to her feet proper before quickly surveying their immediate surroundings. “How did you, - what…?” Stuck in a blubber, Susan looked on as the newcomer leveled her sword toward the dragon currently on Wakinyan.

“Sorry to dismiss your curiosity like this,” The blonde girl’s long ponytail waved freely in the force currently radiating off of her weapon, “but that winged-myth needs to be handled.” Successfully pooling enough void energy into the blade she twirled its now brilliant form, casting aside a hedge of dust on her abrupt swing. “Yahh! -” Pure wrath emanated from her on that single step forward, the very first of many powerful swings unleashing a flock of large black projectiles. The dark crescents would erase serious chunks of the dragon’s natural armor, each slash dissipating after eating their cut.

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Before Kotori could unleash her attack, a strange woman struck the dragon, tearing into its dark scales with her sword. Was this one of Sulric's allies? The dark magic that gathered around her sword was familiar. Was it the same as Susan's? Blood oozed from the dragon's broken armor, making Kotori's chest heavy with pity. The dragon may have growled in pain, but Kotori could only hear the Ocean Beast, see her scales bleeding with corruption. Kotori's resolve faltered, her mind trying to figure out another way. There was one possibility... something she had been forced to use on Hakan. The dragon's scales were resistant to lightning, but it had just been breached. Kotori changed her aim from the dragon's eye to its bleeding wound.

Through her mark she contacted Susan. 'Susan! You and your friend need to jump back. I'm going to try something... if it doesn't work take shelter behind Wakinyan...'

Kotori's bow awakened, washing her face in its pale light. She would only get one shot. Once the commander understood what Kotori intended to do she would attempt to save her draconic friend. Kotori closed her eyes, feeling the storm growing in her. Sparks flickering away from her, catching in the winds that rushed to Wakinyan's side. As they drifted in a fading current, one could almost see the link between beast and keeper. She let the arrow fly, watching it cut through the heavy rain, guided by the wind.

'Wakinyan, lend me your strength!' she asked without speaking.

Lightning struck the arrow in mid-flight, wreathing it in heavenfire. Kotori focussed her power onto the bolt, feeling the rain slow and her heart quicken. The arrow sunk deep into the dragon's wound, bursting with pale blue light. Lightning flared from the wound, uncurling like a lotus until the dragon was engulfed in the bloom of flickering light. Kotori pressed her eyes shut, frowning in her effort to control the deadly power. She could see the lightning behind her eyelids, sensing it course through each of the dragon's nerves. Please, sleep! she silently begged, willing the dragon to fall unconscious.

>>(While pulling this stunt, Kotori is open to attack)<<
 
Synthia & Hitori Kage​
Flying up dodging the attack from Charon swiftly Synthia scoffed at him and laughed as the two were mearly about to face their demise in under moments. Wasting no time she flew higher at top speeds faster then even Hitori's flash step. Getting high enough she staid in the sky as her mana outlined her body once again.

"Those two... They both have the nerve to challenge me! THE GREAT SYNTHIA!"

Holding her left hand up to the sky a ball of red mana started to form in the palm.

"I commend you Hitori for lasting this long against me, and I also applaud at your ally for even attempting to save you. Yet random person it is to late as your aid is not needed. You both will die together here either you like it or not! If you had've came sooner you both might've been able to defeat me! How sad though. What is your name before I blow you to smithereens, actually either you tell me or not it does not matter I remember your face quite well. You dare trap me in a red cage and even attempt to hit me?! How dare you!"
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"I don't think he understood what I said..."

Hitori stated to himself as he watched the metal man dash towards the building Synthia was standing on. Hitori prepared for anything Synthia would do. Watching the metal man at extreme speeds tear down the building she was standing on. Hitori watched closely as she flew up dodging even the metal mans attack with quick haste. As she soared into the sky he noticed she was pouring mana into something yet he didn't understand what was going on. Yet without a second to go by multiple red glows showed up on the ground Charon and himself were standing on. Looking back up Hitori noticed the hellfire from above that was beginning to rush down on the two.

"Get down!"

Being showered down by the purple beams of mana there was nothing in the area but clouds of smoke and everything around Hitori and Charon if not already rubble turned to rubble. It was a war zone for sure, slowly trying to pick himself up Hitori breathed heavily from the pain of the many magical blasts that hit him directly. No matter how strong he or charon were it was as clear as day that Synthia was too much for the both of them. In this form of hers her power grew beyond Hitori could imagine. Holding is right arm with his left hand Hitori stood up weakly unable to see through the fog of dirt and smoke. Sensing Synthia's mana rushing towards him he turned the direction preparing his left hand in flames for her to come though she was too fast and appeared on the side of him grabbing Hitori by the side of his head.

Being tossed through rubble Hitori skid across the ground coughing in pain hoping Charon wasn't to hurt to help him out. His mana was already practically used up from the fighting before and from what the demon was spamming fire and blast at Synthia using up more mana then Hitori had intended. Laying in the rubble Hitori tried to stand up, but stayed there starring at Synthia who landed in front of him.

"I've told you from the jump everything you do is futile."

"S...s-still... g...g..g-gotta try..."

"I would've clapped for you if you weren't so idiotic. You refuse to just die so I'll do the biting for you. If only a summoner like yourself would've just joined me against Nortestra I might've woulda liked you..."

Holding her index finger up a small purple ball of mana started to form in the tip of her finger, she was going to shoot a beam straight into Hitori's heart. Unless Charon is fast enough to save Hitori this would be the end of the line for him.
YsFanatic YsFanatic
Hakai ​
Looking back at the map then to Rojy as he opened his mouth mentioning he wanted to try the knife out some more made Hakai smile under his mask. Maybe this frail guy wasn't so bad after all and might be useful. At first Hakai thought he was weak due to the way he tried to speak to the three men until he showed Hakai otherwise. Hakai then starred at the stake that the bartender had left on the map table and picked up analyzing it. Rojy mentioned that they should stay low incase anything happened, yet this was the perfect time to conquer in Hakai's eyes. All of Mollug wasn't the issue to Hakai it was getting resources and a place to build his own army to destroy what Mollug once had and turn it into something he can use for future domination.

"You will continue to use the knife, yet on anyone that will get in our way of seizing that guild. Once we capture the guild we stay low and gather information on the government. Some of the men in the bar spoke a siege going on in Norcresta by the Mollug forces. That should be perfect timing for us to take one of the militaries major income for ourselves right under their noses. Take this so you can stab the vampire as much as you like."

Hakai throw the stake at Rojy for him to catch as he looked at the door seeing the man walk back in.

"Alright boys I'm ready to set off."

Gustas stepped in the room with a rifle around his back and looked at the two as he placed his hat on top his head.

"Y'all need anything before we head out?"

"Something to eat for the both of us. We've haven't eaten in a few days."

"Oh sure thing! I'll be right back. Another reward for helping me and my troubles. I'll whip you both up the finest delicacy!"

"Of course."

Watching the man walk off Hakai sat on the other side of the table across from Rojy.

"We will replenish our stomachs before we set off.. I'm no man in a rush to fight if I am not on full stomach. Rojy… I would like to understand what exactly happened there? What happened to your... "Persuasion", and while we're here alone now would be the time to tell me how does your power work."
Solirus Solirus
 
In a way it was fortunate for Charon that he was already inside the building that he was collapsing. Sure that meant that he essentially was burying himself in rubble, but that same debris took some of the initial hits meant for the android. Furthermore he directed soul energy to defense, drastically reinforcing his armor just in time for the beams to rain down upon his location. By the time he extricated himself from the half melted rubble, the woman was preparing for some kind of spell aimed at the boy, who was clearly in no condition to keep fighting.

While sections of his armor was either partially melted or had been flown off, the soul eater's core systems were untouched. Once more gearing soul energy for speed and activating his thrusters, Charon sprinted forward and slide into place between the two warriors just in time. The beam from Synthia struck an already damaged part of the android's chest armor, burning a small hole in it under which what looked like grey muscle tissue could be seen. However, there was no skin, blood, or anything else that one would expect an organic being to have, making it obvious that Charon was rather different in some way.

In response to the attack, Charon just tilted his head before making a comment. “Is that it? Fleshy, you are surprisingly weak. I fought trees stronger than you.”

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