Fantasy IN THE NAME OF THE KING

[Sinisters]

Needless to say, Eliza couldn't force a word of response from her lips to Sigurd's treachery, even if she'd wanted to. But this is precisely where she was conflicted; This boy- No, he was a man now- This man was openly guilty of changing her world forever, filling it with more corruption that it had ever been able to handle. Yet, this man, once a boy that kissed away her tears and make her innocent little heart bounce almost out of her chest, was all she had left, even if she didn't really 'have' him. Her mind was willing Eliza to wriggle out of his grip, not so much liking being pulled between the few aggravated people like some inanimate scrap of meat, but as much as her mind willed it, the girl was unable to resist embracing that familiar hold around her that had been absent from her life for so many years. Every movement she performed mirrored Sigur's, feet stumbling as his did as the blade knocked both of them forth. This was when she freed herself, staggering to the side to be rid of their battle, but snatching her bow from it's holster on her back nonetheless. Wow, you really don't listen to yourself, do you El? She thought to herself, hardly even realizing that an arrow had been summoned from the quiver and her lips parting to excel the shrillest of screams from her lungs, which almost ached due to the effort of their use. Amongst the scream, the word "STOP" was tangled and distorted into it's presence. The arrow was being lined with it's companion weapon, fingers tracing over the green feathers that decorated it's end as she settled her furious gaze upon Sigurd's opponent. But she daren't line up her shot. Not yet. Heck she could put the flint right into his eye if she so pleased, but murder really wasn't her style. But issuing an attack now would just cause a fight with too many factors to keep track of. The girl had respect for those that showed any form of kindness toward her, thus her gaze flitted upon Jackson, begging and shouting through gritted teeth. "DO SOMETHING. PLEASE?"





(I passed out at about 2:30AM, I live in the UK, sorry people! and sorry if my post doesn't make much sense, I got a little confused reading them all. >w< )

 

[XxLuluxX]

((Molag Bal the lil bish xD ))


The Raven


The blade was above his head, one more strike and then Sigurd would be finished. With a heaving chest he glared down, his gaze momentarily flickering up to the archer whom faced him. "...I'll take us both to hell if you want lass" He snarled, resting the blades tip at his opponents throat. "Giving you life as a mercy? You had the chance to save what was mine, all those years ago. You defiled women, driving them to suicide. Stole the innocence that is so rarely found in these lands. Death, is what you deserve. Nothing. Driven out of existence, with only a faded memory, which will continue to torment those victims. I may be not the final judge in this world, but by my verdict, I find you guilty of treason against the crown. That treason must be paid in full. With death." The ex-commander was...Empty. Where a man once stood, was a shell. Devoid of emotion; a glass heart ringing with a shattered beat. Arthur was so close to his revenge, the arrow aimed toward him non-existent.





@Sinisters @Celemyvel

 

[RagingNoodle]

Jackson's eyes twinkled as the girl that had captured his attention was now asking for his help. After she freed herself from Dante he quickly ran in between them responding to her plead. "Dont worry ma'lady neither you nor your friend over there (referring to sigur) will die today so long as i draw breath" Jackson gave a small chuckle. Look at me at the mercy of this maiden' s beauty, my master is probably rolling over in his grave. He warned me about ladies but alast i have falling victim to one. Oh well he thought. Jackson brought his staff up head level to Dante and yelled something in a strange foreign language. Almost immediately the blue glow from his staff exploded ( kinda like a flash bang). He looked back at the girl he was now protecting "listein ill take care of Sigur you just hang back if they caputre you nethier Sigur nor i will be willing to fight back becouse we'll be risking your life!" He had only been able to shield himself and Eliza from the flashbang. Everyone nearby was dazed but this type of magic was not his strong suit so he wasnt sure how long Dante and the others would be dazed. He also wasnt sure how big the range of this attack was either to tell the truth this was only the second time he had used this spell. He didnt dwell on this thought though. He ran in the direction of Sigur and Arthur. That ungrateful baster will probably try to kill me if i try to help him but it cant be helped, ill just have to be cautious. As he got closer he saw Arthur giving Sigurd a good beating and he kind of enjoyed seeing Sigur like that but he was on a mission and couldnt sit back to watch. He tackled the ex-commander and pushed him out of the way. As he did so the commander swung his sword back and sliced his right eye. Argh that bloody hurt he thought to himself.

 

[XxLuluxX]

The Raven





The once commander hit the ground with a slam. Now focusing his rage on the young necromancer. "I should have disposed of you sooner. This is NOT YOUR BATTLE" He yelled, rolling them over to pin him down. His thumbs now placed over his eyes as he applied pressure, trying to gouge the eyeball itself out of the socket. "Lets see how cocky you are when you're blind" He snarled, using his mass to keep them both from standing.


How had it come to this? Merciless killing. The corrosive feeling of revenge, eating away at you day to night. He was bitter, the sweetness of his life soured whilst it still bloomed. Arthur could never forget how he came to fall head over heels for Lilith. Seeing her pass by him in the corridor of the palace whilst she attended her duties as one of the maids. The smell of lilac and rose scenting her hair; a scent which he remembered like it was yesterday. Honeyed lips, more intoxicating than mead, with pale divine skin which blessed her form. Long blonde hair brushed till it was like silk.


Even in death, she was a radiant beauty. Crimson streaking her slender neck, doe eyes open wide. Soft hair spread out behind her head like a halo of gold. Terror etched into her warm features. Lips pulled in mid-scream. How limp her form was, cradled to his chest, tears of his own staining her cheeks.


The memories merely fuelled him to end the necromancers sight.





@RagingNoodle @Sinisters @Celemyvel

 

[One Mean Ghost]

Dante was, needless to say, annoyed when Eliza pushed forward and escaped. Normally, that kind of attempt would have killed her, the effort of moving causing her own throat to slit on the blade.


-That's the last time I use blunt knives to keep a hostage.... Dammit Eliza just for ONCE could you have listened to me?!-


In the next moment, his ears were ringing as he stumbled back, disoriented by the explosion that rattled his senses. What light there was left in his eyes drained, his half-hidden expression turning cold, remorseless, expressionless, moreso than when he held the false hostage.


"You done did it now... you people have gone and pissed me off....." He dropped the worn daggers, watching the melee with contempt. He stepped forward, at a normal pace, watching the necromancer attempt to fend off Arthur. Given their distraction, what came next was almost too easy. With his speed, he came up behind Arthur, the hilt of his sword striking the back of his head with enough force to render him unconscious. Too easy a strike to land, given Arthur's hands were preoccupied by the necromancer. He grabbed the commander by the back of his shirt, lifting him off the necromancer.


"This fight is over. Now everyone put your fig pucking weapons away before I get really ticked off..." His eyes were stone cold serious, looking from Sigurd, to the necromancer, and to Eliza. When his gaze rested on her, he sighed, pulling his mask down so she could recognize his face. They had been friends, Sigurd included, back before the events that had turned Sigurd into what he was today... "By the gods, Eliza, just for ONCE could you have gone along with my plan? You could feel the knives were blunt, right?" He remarked, crossing his arms. The change was almost instant.. In the blink of an eye he had gone from stone cold mercenary to.... a child upset his prank had been caught too soon...


@XxLuluxX @Celemyvel @Sinisters @RagingNoodle

 

[XxLuluxX]

The Raven





He had been minutes away from digging his nails into the soft flesh of the socket when he was hit by blinding pain. His vision became black, slumping forward only to have been lifted back again by Dante. A face that had been twisted in rage merely seconds ago, now cleared. His head rolling forward with the lack of support.


We are oft to blame in this. 'Tis too much proved - that with devotion's visage and pious action we do sugar o'er the devil himself.





Kelda Folkvar





She was frightened. Although the young traveller would never admit it, with wide emerald eyes did she watch the scene unfold. Arthur's bitter rage, the group whom had gathered to see the ex-commander. Her hands kneaded together worriedly, dark red brow furrowed as she fought herself not to escape to safer grounds. Yet she remained where she stood, her feet planted. Kelda gritted her teeth, and clenched her fists. She was no coward in the eyes of a fight. Even if it did include two rather ravenous men, with an intent to kill, and wild, unpredictable personalities.


It was fine.


Fine.


Maybe it was a little less fine.





@One Mean Ghost @RagingNoodle @Celemyvel @Sinisters

 

[RagingNoodle]

Jackson screamed as Arthur dug his fingers into his eye socket. "You basterd get your filthy fingers out of my eye ahhhhh" he squirmed around trying to escape Arthurs cluches but to no avail. By the gods i swear ill kill this man. Then out of no where Dante runs up behind Arthur and struck him on the back of the head and ripped him off jackson. Jackson covered his ingered eye and began to cast a spell numming his pain. Damn i wont be able to heal this for quiet a while there isnt a dead body around for me to use it as an energy source. Dante was now yelling something about something. Jackson wasnt really sure. His attention was back on Eliza. With only one good eye he gazed at her. Dante seemed to have a good grasp at the situation so jackson was no longer conserned. He got up and gave a thumbs to Sigur "i got your back buddy" and flashed him a smile.

 

[AzileQueen]

Silas gritted her teeth and covered her ears when the necromancer sent a flash of some sort, disorienting her momentarily. Quickly did she regain herself, and she stepped forward. 'This is getting way out of hand,' she thought with a shake of her head. Arthur tried to gouge Jackson's eye out, and she grimaced, nose scrunching up in disgust. As soon as Dante stated that the fight was over, looking from him to the broken man in front of her, she nodded her agreement. "He's right. The reason why the guards haven't bothered to try capturing him is because there's more coming. Actually, we're all probably being targeted, so we need to go," her head turned to all of them, waiting for an objection—if they were stupid enough to stay.

 

[XxLuluxX]

Kelda Folkvar





She nodded in agreement with Silas. "Im with her on this one. I don't know about you all, but spending the rest of my life in a prison cell, with the possibility of execution doesn't seem so amusing." Kel, looked at the unconscious ex-commander a moment before reality hit. King Belgae wouldn't allow this to go any further. Now there would be questions of faith within the people. The young woman did her best to disguise the panic rising up in her chest. "Does this mean, we can just-" Kelly edged toward the roof to glance down, eyes widening a little. "Well we can't go back into the tavern, and I'll break my bloomin' legs jumping down there. Unless one of you can think of something...We're a little bit stuck up here."


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[One Mean Ghost]

Dante laughed at Kel's apprehension. "Relax, you really think I would run into anything like this without an escape plan?" There was that gleam in his eyes. No doubt he was smirking at her behind that mask. He picked up Arthur on his back, not about to just leave him here to be mopped up. "Unless the rest of you want to play with the guards, I suggest you stay close to me." Dante called over his shoulder, moving to the side of the roof. The next building over was a good ten foot leap of faith, but the roof was much lower than the one on which they currently stood, so it would get them closer to the ground. From there, a hay wagon would offer them safe passage to the ground, provided they weren't caught in the meantime. He glanced over at Kel, that teasing light still in his eyes. "If you're scared, I'll hold your hand" He teased, clearly finding her apprehension rather amusing...


@XxLuluxX

 

[AzileQueen]

((King Belgae wouldn't allow this to go any further. Now there would be questions of faith within the people. — OHSNAP. THIS IS TOTALLY GONNA BECOME ROBIN HOOD[[if it's what I think it is]].))


Silas loomed over the roof, looking down to spy at least twelve melee, fourteen archers, and ten mages, including more a little ways off riding on horseback. Not good. A sudden gust of wind forced her to step back, brushing past someone no doubt. Turning to Dante just in time to spy the low-roofed house, she nodded sharply. "I'm right behind you," she informed, sprinting down the roof to get enough momentum to cross the ten-foot gap. It wasn't that hard, of course, considering she weighed less.


Watching Dante, she wondered how he'd fare with Arthur as an anchor.

 

[XxLuluxX]

Kelda Folkvar





Kelda scowled "Shut it" She retorted, walking over to his side. She looked down from the roof, seeing the drop, and distance to the next ledge. It was at this moment, the uneasy look returned to her features. "You must be insane" Kel muttered, cringing as the image of her plummeting to the ground came to mind. "If I die, Im holding you fully responsible. You also owe me a pint."


Her breath was stolen by rising winds, now looking toward the sun, taking its place nearer the horizon. "Whose going first then?" The young woman laughed nervously. "And Im not scared. I've been through temples, and caves...Just not a hunted fugitive, jumping off roof tiles." She added quickly. The tell-tale sign of soldiers could be heard faintly, crashing of guards armour, and shoving through crowds.


Wasn't long now.





@One Mean Ghost @labyrinthecho


((Lets go for whatever happens xD Free storyline and all that. Input what you want))

 

[One Mean Ghost]

Dante watched as Silas leaped across first, backing up to get a running start. -She's a fearless one...-


He'd need it given what he was about to do. He adjusted Arthur to one shoulder, glancing over at Kel, a very, VERY mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Fair enough, but this isn't a time for being polite..." He lunged forward, his speed would be impressive for a man unhindered, let alone carrying another on his back. Just as he reached Kel, his free arm reached out, wrapping around her waist and pulling her with him as he kicked off the edge, laughing like a lunatic as the wind whipped past the three of them. His feet just barely made it to the other roof, his heels hanging over emptiness before he took a step to secure his footing. "See? That wasn't so bad now was it?" He glanced down at Kel, still holding her under his arm. He glanced up at Arthur, still unconscious on his shoulder. "You could stand to lose a few pounds, old friend. You made me cut that a little close" He laughed, despite talking to an unconscious man.


He turned to face Silas. "Once the others make it across, we'll jump down to the haystacks. Thankfully that last building was high enough those guards didn't see us cross"


"Get ready! Once the reinforcements get here, we're storming the roof, we will not let them escape! Your orders are to kill or capture all associated with the traitor Arthur Blackthorne!"





@XxLuluxX


@labyrinthecho

 

[XxLuluxX]

Kelda Folkvar





Before the young woman knew it she was swept from her feet, and in mid-air looking down. It was at this point, she started screaming as Dante completed the daredevil


manoeuvre. When they'd landed, she spent a few traumatised moments clung on to him. The cloth of his cloak, now bunched into her fist. It was then came her high pitched tone, which was more of a squeak. "YouAmostKilledME" Kel said, glaring up at him, as she now detached herself slowly, stumbling to get her footing. To be honest, she wasn't sure whether to be angry, or thankful that she hadn't jumped over alone. Knowing her luck, she'd of broken both legs and gotten another black eye after just recently getting rid of the latest; caused by that godforsaken hippogriff.


@One Mean Ghost

 

[One Mean Ghost]

"But I didn't, you're welcome" Dante teased, poking her nose lightly. "It's so adorable when you try to be angry" That glint in his eyes betrayed the smirk his mask hid... Of course it was adorable, she had practically squeaked at him!


"And don't worry, I won't forget the pint I owe you." He remarked with a teasing wink. How could he not enjoy teasing her? She just made it so easy... He looked back at the other roof. "Hurry up over there, we ain't got all night!"





@XxLuluxX

 

[XxLuluxX]

Kelda Folkvar





Kelda pouted rather childishly, batting his hands away from her nose. Pale cheeks stained a deep crimson, flushed from the panic, and then from Dante's continual teasing. The only reply, was half hearted, and muffled 'Shuddup' As she crossed her arms over her chest in a protective manner.


Those fiery ringlets of hair, now slipped down from their tether, surrounding her face with the gentle red waves. The same locks of hair she hid her face behind. By the gods did she hate blushing with such pale skin.





@One Mean Ghost

 

[AzileQueen]

Silas offered Dante a slight dip of her head in response. "Yes.. but there's still more that we need to take into account, like taking a faster route than the crowded streets—perhaps getting horses, too. I saw some knights a little ways away, coming over here with them to get us. We could get those. If we go on foot, we'll be slower and possibly get caught whereas with the horses we'll be riding the wind. However, if we go on foot, we could separate and meet back somewhere easily in the crowds, whereas trying to get the horses might become a hassle, and the other knights will capture us," after finishing, she looked over at the two, wanting their opinions. Apparently they were too busy fooling around.


A frown found its way on the woman's lips, still waiting.

 

[One Mean Ghost]

A laugh escaped Dante's lips at Kel's poor attempt at staying mad at him. He turned his head when Silas spoke. "You're right... I probably shouldn't get too comfortable when the guards are this close..." He shook his head. He peeked over the edge of the roof, observing where the guards are below, preparing to enter the building they had just ditched. Sure enough, as Silas had mentioned, there were easily a dozen horses tied up behind the scenes, but to get to them, they'd have to distract the guards..


"Oh yes.... this will work perfectly..." he cracked his knuckles, turning back to Silas. "I've got a plan.... When those lazy clowns get over here, I'll run distraction, draw the knights away from their horses. When I do that, the rest of you can mount up." he remarked as if it was the easiest plan ever. "Just be sure to grab that big black one the head guard rode in on for me." he walked over towards Silas. "Think you can handle that? Just don't forget my horse. I don't want to have to run all the way to the next town on foot" he laughed.


It almost seemed like he never took anything seriously....But they had seen otherwise before.


"And keep Kel out of trouble. Might want to throw a hood on her, the way her face is lit up she might give you guys away" He glanced over at Kel, his eyes betraying a very playful smirk.


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[XxLuluxX]

The Raven





At this point Arthur began to stir, his remarkable eyes opening with a long, drawn out groan. "Dante...You...Bastard" He muttered in his dazed state, eyes seeking out the faces around him. The young redhead, and the other. Silas. Then of course, Dante. The foolish idiot whom had knocked him out. "What on earth is going on?" He coughed, wincing at the fiery pain down his neck. That would surely hurt for a few days, at the most. "Put me down, or by the gods I have no qualms in strangling you from here." It seemed Arthur was back to his bitter comedy at least. Momentarily it was forgotten, the rage and pain of memories undone. His hands felt filled with pins and needles, the calloused, rough palms flexing in an attempt to regain feeling.


Kelda Folkvar





"Don't ask me about it lady. Im followin' you two. I have the sense of direction, like that of a mentally deranged pigeon" Kel shrugged, now looking between the two companions. She took heed of Arthurs awakening, yet rolled her eyes at the empty, fruitless insults. Her eyes now flickered to Dante with a dark frown. "I hate you." Came the childish stomp of a a foot, sticking her tongue out.





@One Mean Ghost @labyrinthecho

 

[Atrophia Sanguinis]

Sigurd was still kneeling on the roof. His eyes were closed, processing. The guards were calling for him to get to the ground immediately. He hadn't died? Why hadn't Arthur killed him? Right. Eliza and the necromancer. Sudden;t the necromancer was his buddy? Sigurd scowled. And the rest had all ran. Gods, he hated when prey scurried. He would make Dante pay for his insult of playing him. But he was alive. And Eliza had tried to save him. That was still a shock to himself. What had she seen in him but darkness and shadows of a cursed man?


Weak. The voice hissed viciously in his head. Sigurd curled into a tighter ball as waves of pain came over him. Weak. It hissed louder, accusing his acceptance of death. Sigurd grumbled unintelligible insults that promised he would not do such a thing again. His hand shakily made its way to the flask in his breast pocket. He downed most of it once he was able to unscrew the cap. Immediately, his body began to numb and relax. Sigurd cracked his neck and sighed in relief, his dark demeanor coming back into control over his despair. His mind clouded into the comfortable embrace of abyss. When he opened his eyes, his demons were once more in control and not loose.


"Sir! We will shoot you if you and your companions do not get down from the roof." So the guards had massed, had they? Sigurd controlled his features, all his emotion now sinister once again. His hands sought his blades, gripping the familiar hilts. Sigurd needed something to distract himself from embarrassment. And the guards provided such a distraction. Even if they were of the King's men and he was his agent. His form glimmered blue as he whispered an enchant and he was suddenly on the ground before the guards and crowd. He cocked his head. There were a lot of them. Perfect. Another enchant and his size grew, his head now above those on horses. Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to exhaust himself so soon after such a painful experience, but hell, Sigurd needed to improve his abilities quickly if he were to face Blackthorn once more.


"Sir, I will advi-" The man closest to Sigurd was interrupted by his head leaving his shoulders.


"Who's next?" Sigurd asked nonchalantly. It took the whole guard a few seconds to process the death of their leader before they all charged him. Sigurd grinned. The light in his soul dimmed despite her presence nearby. This is why he lived.


((Sorry had classes today))

 

[AzileQueen]

Silas tilted her chin up, accepting the word of praise from Dante victoriously. Her eyes landed on the few guards within her scope, and she licked her dry lips. "I'll try," 'not to kill so many.' But her eyebrows shot up in clear surprise when the dark assassin, Sigurd, swiftly jumped down the roof and hacked off the head of the high commander. "I believe someone has beaten you to it, assassin," she responded to Dante's notion of distracting the guards himself. "Well, the king wouldn't like that one bit. I highly doubt he'll be able to go back to him—unless he begged for forgiveness. Which I don't think he'd take kindly," she added to herself quietly, moving towards the horses nonetheless. A risky leap landed her in a cart filled with hay, the yellow sticks stringing into her hair.


@XxLuluxX, @One Mean Ghost

 

[RagingNoodle]

Jackson smiled as soon as Sigurd's blade entered the the guard and sliced his head off. AHHH how convenient Jackson quickly used his spells and drained the remaining energy from the lifeless man before his body stopped twitching. He tried to heal his right eye but stopped. This wont be enough. Arthur sure did a number on me he thought as a small chuckle escaped his mouth. He could only imagine how he looked right now. Oh well no one ever said being a warrior would be easy He began chanting something very softly and all the men before Sigurd began cringing. He had casted his spooky whisper spell but to his surprises it was a lot easier to scare these fools compared to Arthur but that was to be expected. He hadn't been commander of the royal guard for nothing. Two Guards began screaming and stopped charging, and one even fell to his knees clawing at his heads. The rest where disoriented and surprised but they were still charging towards Sigur, Eliza, and Jackson. "oh well i guess some things can only be settled with brute force" He turned to Eliza and gave her a wink with his only good eye left before running toward Sigurd to back him up. Defecting an arrow heading for Sigurd's leg as he did so.

 

[One Mean Ghost]

When Arthur spoke up, Dante looked up at him, but before he could respond he saw Sigurd leaping into battle. "well.. this changes things a little... Silas, Kel, make sure Arthur gets to a horse" Dante ordered. "You want down? Okay, here you go!" Dante snickered, tossing Arthur off the roof to land in the hay next to Silas. "Yes, I know you hate me, now put that back where it came from before you bite it off" Dante remarked, walking over to Kel and pushing her tongue back into her mouth before picking her up and tossing her down to land next to the others in the hay. "Don't forget my horse! I'll catch up with the others!" He called from the roof, taking a running start before jumping from the roof, rolling upon the ground as his two swords flashed in the moonlight. He didn't hold them normally, he held them upside down...


The Demon Tempest had awakened...

How long had he had that name for?... Oh yes... He was still a boy then... he'd screwed up righteously on an assassination job. Sure, the guy was dead, but he had a small army cornering him in an alleyway... Staring down certain death, for the first time in his life, Dante had felt fear... His adrenaline spiked, and a strange feeling came over him...


Enjoyment....


That strange, unparalleled feeling you only can experience when you are on the brink of death... The guards had advanced him, weapons drawn, with full intent to kill him.. Dante turned his blades over, holding them so the blade of the swords protruded from the pinky side of his hand instead of the thumb side. He didn't know why he changed to this style... Even after, he could never explain why... But when he got this way, that style just seemed right... It seemed... to fit...


There were one hundred guards that had cornered him in that alleyway. Most would think that was overkill for one lone assassin...


They didn't stand a chance....


Witnesses reported screams, limbs flying through the air permanently separated from their masters, heads rolling along the ground with faces contorted in a final expression of fear... Not one guard escaped alive... Witnesses recounted seeing Dante climb over a pile of mangled, destroyed corpses to leave the scene, his entire body soaked with the blood of those who had once pursued him...


Witnesses could only describe him as a demon... the Demon Tempest....



​

Dante watched the necromancer join with Sigurd, a evil, malicious grin spreading across his lips. "Let the games begin...."


If you blinked, you missed it...


Blood rained from the sky, five guards screaming their last as their bodies were torn apart... Dante stood between the Guards and the trio, licking some of the blood from his sword. "I've got this.. Sigurd, take the horses and get going.. I still have more questions for you, but it will have to wait for now.. If you stay.. I can't promise you or Eliza will survive.... So the three of you join up with the others and pick a horse..... As for me...." He paused, turning his sadistic gaze towards the guards.


"How about we play a little game?...."

 

[XxLuluxX]

Kelda Folkvar


She scrunched up her face in disgust a moment "You just touched my tongue. That's unhygienic and-" Before the lecture could continue she was scooped up and thrown into the hay cart with a terrified scream. Soon after followed a muffled 'Im ok!' The young woman sat up, spitting hay and shaking her mane of red hair to try and get rid of most the dried grass. Her face contorted in disgust as she found the unappealing taste in her mouth. Bitter and musty. Hopefully she wouldn't be smelling of haystacks now.





The Raven


Arthur landed with a grunt of pain, glaring up at Dante before the familiar woman beside him. "Still owe you a pint" At least he'd be keeping one promise today. For a moment he took the opportunity to observe her features, yet soon stood himself up. At some point he may have shown sympathy for those whom bore the symbol of the high king. His past brothers in arms. Although from this side; they seemed different. Not the men he had fought alongside. Another world as they would say. "How about we get a move on with the show?"

 

[Atrophia Sanguinis]

A bolt of familiarity shot through Sigurd. An aura he had sensed only once before. One he'd fought alongside with. Sigurd whirled around just as his enlargement enchant faded off. The Demon Tempest had arrived. His head pulsed with pain and he stumbled to keep from fully falling over. Gods...where am I? A voice, almost forgotten, aired in his mind. WEAK!!! FOOL! SLEEP. Sleep for a bit more. The other voice, the familiar one, cooed. Sigurd staggered as a force of shadows enclosed his mind. Very good. Very good. Do as your friend says. Blend in. Then finish them. The voice soothed him into his mindless, evil stupor.


"Eliza! Come with me. We'll catch up with the...rest of them." He paused briefly. He swiftly mounted a horse, making sure Eliza did the same before he road off. Sigurd briefly blinked in confusion. Since when did his own voice sound in his head? A sharp pain had him keeling over the reins, forcing his horse to a gallop and making him pause his musings. Don't question your lord. A feeling of dread filled him for a brief second before he was left in his usual dangerous confidence. Play your part well or my corruption spreads to your protected flower. The light flickered dangerously low in his soul as Sigurd looked over his arm at Eliza. He would do what he had to. For her. He slowed the horse to a trot near the others, his dark aura smothered away, turning back into his pitiful human self from before.