Fantasy Magi: Magic Arising

[chamomile]

Adeline Reuvan





"Miss Addy, please, close your eyes or simply look at me. It's going to be okay, just don't look."





The soothing voice of that woman Adeline met earlier, who was that woman? Adeline forgot her face, that beautiful fragile face, the face so fragile that Adeline was scared that it might crack and shatter to pieces if she smiled even the slightest. How can she forget that soft smile? So she looked up at the voice and remembered: Rocquel.


That icy blue eyes, that wild pink hair. She found it breathtaking as the 13-year-old stifled another groan. Her breathing calmed down, it was relaxing all of the sudden, quiet, peaceful. Nothingness all around Adeline and Rocquel. She could look and stare at that face all day, standing next to a beauty this woman is. *What nonsense* her inner self retorted. *You'll stand by this 'Angel' that you only have just met, all day? For eternity?* it asked and Adeline flinched noticeably, making a sort of inaudible rustle within the screaming. She gazed properly at Rocquel with her mystical clouded blue-grey eyes, wondering if the woman noticed the peculiar flinching. *She's so like... mum* she thought, remembering the face that greeted her in a foster home. *Again Adeline, a bunch of nonsense. Your mother has no pink hair* her conscience replied, a slight tone of annoyance to its words. *But... She's just so... striking* Adeline reasoned and she heard her inner conscience giving an impossible snort.


The woman was concerned, not seeming to mind her restrained hands but more concerned of the scene before them which to Adeline's eyes, was very, very understandable. Who would bear such a sight? Well, maybe grown mature men so a correction: What kind of woman (or girl) is strong enough to bear such a gruesome sight? The man, who Adeline had observed (well, not exactly), has no sense of empathy, pity or even any remorse towards Dexter and the same man had placed a sense of extreme disgust in Adeline's heart for his... kind. Evil, cold, uncaring... Those are the traits that his kind would presumably share, that group of traits that Adeline would continue to hate from this day onwards.


Adeline blinked. Despite the room no longer filling up with gas that could potentially knock her out, Adeline really wanted to sleep, tired from holding her arms in a position that made them absolutely numb. Adeline closed her eyes, not sleep but meditating if you will, for a moment or two and opened it, gazing straight at Rocquel, who of course, is still with her. Her lips parted as she whispered something: "T-thanks..." Adeline stuttered and paused, unsure what she should thank her for before continuing. "For caring for me" she finished, unsure if her lessons of grammar was applied properly.


@HighnessesReign

 

[Archangel]

Zero Aldaine

~ Arythrin, in the Streets. Somewhere.

Zero was also silent for a long time, his attention fully on the man before him now. Usually, one would find themselves growing uncomfortable under such a piercing, enigmatic gaze, but he didn't seem overly perturbed despite the position he was in. That deserved some respect, at least.

He matched the cold glare shot his way evenly, his grip tightening almost unnoticeably, but as soon as he heard his voice speak in a decidedly unagressive manner he allowed himself to relax slightly, relieved more than he would admit that he would have to go no further.

To just desire some company is no crime, the slightly more reasonable side of himself argued as he thought over his words. But he was probably not the right person to ask for such a thing. For a long while now he had travelled alone; the independence, the self-reliance, perhaps even the solitude were things he valued. He only had to look out for himself and himself alone, nobody slowing him down, like a wolf apart from the pack. I am a murderer, after all.

That sudden, quiet thought was not a self-pitying one, nor one of anger or sarcasm; it was just a bitter fact, yet a fact which he came to terms with a long time ago. The haunted, sleepless nights were long past. At least, that's what he told himself. He was human, after all.

Zero gazed at the hand outstretched towards him for several long moments, completely lost as to what to do, questioning himself over and over but failing to find an answer. But he closed his eyes, and almost without realising what he was doing, released his collar and grasped his outstretched hand, pulling him to his feet with fluid ease. As he quickly dropped his hand again, Zero locked eyes with him.

"Maybe I will come with you. We have a common desire, it seems, and perhaps I can stop you getting killed as soon as we run into trouble." he finally spoke in his typical apathetic voice, completely dead-pan, leaving the last part up to him whether he took it as an insult or just an offer. "But I'm not a mercenary, or a dog for that matter, so don't expect me to behave like either of them."

He looked at him carefully for a while longer before turning his back, taking a few steps away before turning back to him again, as if he had just remembered something.

"My name is Zero. Zero Aldaine." he told him somewhat grudgingly, before walking away once more.

(Do not fret @SilverBlack, it's perfectly good to me :3)​

 

[Hales]

Lucas and Mavis


Lucas was a bit confused at first by the girl who had become his opponent. She was wielding a weapon he would’ve compared to a stick - too small for anyone like him to even hold without snapping it in half - so he actually found it rather funny and smiled at the sight of it while his breath mimicked the sound of laughter. It may have sounded rather odd to a bystander, but his lack of a tongue did change the sounds that he made. Lucas swiftly pulled his own battleaxe off his back, holding it in two hands as he prepared for her attack. This will be fun! he thought with a grin on his face because fighting his brother got boring real fast. Then the girl charged at him. Lucas readied his battleaxe, prepared to block the oncoming blow and his sigh was practically audible when she pulled it back. Mavis was always teasing me and now she is going to do it too?


Mavis, meanwhile, was facing a different kind of opponent - one who didn’t seem to have a clue what she was doing and Mavis hated her for it. Why does he get the fun one? Mavis couldn’t help but sigh in his head. Finally, when his opponent seemed to have a decent grip on a weapon - two swinging chains actually, he bent himself down, balancing his weight on the balls of his feet prepared to engage. Unlike his brother, he left his battleaxe on his back for now. When she swung with her axe, Mavis chuckled slightly as the swing went wide and was about to dive forward when the oddest sensation overtook him - pain. It wasn’t a sensation he felt often and it was usually not caused by nothing. Looking down as his weight forced him down to his knees, Mavis saw an arrow sticking right through his knee. How did that get there? he wondered slightly as the pain radiated through his knee. Mavis was smarter than to stare, dumbfounded for too long though. He swiftly pulled his battleaxe from his back preparing to block whatever the girl tried to throw at her as he unintentionally left an opening upon his fall.


Lucas noted his brother’s fall and his eyes swiftly noted the arrow in his knee, but Lucas continued to fight the girl who had found herself in front of him. She was faster than he was, but that was a disadvantage Lucas was used to. Being seven feet tall didn’t come without its own perks as well, though. Lucas was swinging his battleaxe wildly now - not really aiming for anything in particular although it definitely created an obstacle. It was sheer luck which allowed him to hear the flying arrow before it hit him as well. He had been sort of prepared for it after seeing his brother knocked down by a similar weapon, so he wasn’t so much surprised when his wild swinging axe sliced through it as he was excited that his wildness had actually done something useful. His eyes searched for the source and they fell upon a new man - heavily armed and preparing to loose another arrow.


Lucas completely forgot that he had been fighting one person, his entire mind consumed with the presence of a newcomer and the bow that he believed to be the weapon that had injured his brother. Lucas charged, his entire body becoming a barreling force that pushed everything out of his way. Even if he did take an arrow in the process, his momentum would continue to drive him forward.


@Archangel Galdrael (shot Mavis; neither one of the brutes has noticed you yet) @Archdemon (tried to shoot Lucas and now being charged at by Lucas)


 
Sepitus Trevils and Madame Valarie Ulfnay


Sepitus, after escaping from the large crowd that had initially surrounded him, quickly set to helping prepare for the banquet as though he were no more special than any other village citizen. With the help of some of the local lumberjacks, Sepitus was dragging out tables, lining the main road through Arythrin. It was now impossible for someone to be unaware of the coming festivities.


Madame Ulfnay was serving as a referee of sorts. She directed every group on where to set up the tables, where to bring different food supplies, what color tablecloths to use and even who was allowed to prepare food and who wasn’t allowed to prepare food. The thud of her wooden spoon against almost any surface had become a common echo throughout the afternoon; however, overall she was fairly pleased with the way preparations were going. “Lord Sepitus!” she called out upon seeing him set down the last table in the exact right spot. He looked up to listen to what she had to say. “Go clean up, Dearie! You’ve worked so hard and I imagine it will take time to prepare for all the questions people will have tonight. We are all so eager to hear what brings you here.”


Sepitus smiled and approached Madame Ulfanay, taking her hand in his and kissing it. “You are very kind, Valarie. I leave the rest of your preparations in your capable hands.” With that, Sepitus headed towards the inn where he would be staying. Of course, he had been offered a cabin by a local family, but he refused to be treated special. He was only trying to help the people…


As Madame Ulfnay watched Sepitus head off, something caught her attention: an apple flying through the air. If someone has enough time to be throwing apples, then they have enough time to help prepare for the banquet. Valarie approached the woman she had seen throwing the apple and she slammed her wooden spoon into her hand creating a loud smack that would’ve surely gotten the girl’s attention. “Excuse me! Do you realize who is in town? Don’t you think you ought to be helping prepare for the banquet?”


@The Suspicious Eye

 

[The Suspicious Eye]

Roa was simply minding her own business thinking about what to do next. Suddenly, as if by divine intervention, a angry woman who walked over to her and slammed a wooden spoon in her hand. Roa startled and confused looked up at the woman. She listened to her speak. "Ummm, what?" Roa was completely confused, she had spent her time with the Duke who lived out of town. She was completely oblivious to what was going on in the town. From what she could piece out it must be regarding someone important arriving into town. That or some divine intervention to turn me away from randomly sitting here.





Roa looked a the woman and then looked around at her surroundings. She seemed to have wandered quite a bit unknowingly and arrived somewhere surrounded by lots of busy workers. I must be lost, or something. Wait where was I going again? Oh well it doesn't matter. She turned her attention back to the woman. "I'm sorry I have no idea what you are talking about. I might have gotten lost on the way here or something. What banquet and who's here and where am I?" Not tasked with a knight's duty, Roa returned to her normal tone of speech.


 
@Hales

 

[Hales]

Victor Ludwig / Royce Chevlair / Dexter Hawthorne


As Victor pryed at Dexter’s fingernails, Dexter bit his lip so hard it started bleeding. He desperately wanted to scream but he knew that if he did, the torture contraption around his throat would stab through his chin. He could hear people yelling around him but it felt like they were miles away. Pain was first and foremost in his mind. Dexter closed his eye and tried to focus on anything but the agony he was experiencing. Suddenly he thought of his sister. He thought of that smile she had when she meet someone new, the way she laughed and the way she would grab his hand and drag him down the street to look at something she found. Damn it! I can’t afford to die here! She needs me! Dexter screamed in his head, but the pain was overwhelming and even thoughts of his sister couldn’t banish the searing torment.


As Victor continued to rip at another fingernail, he couldn’t help but chuckle. “On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain?!”


Dexter tired, he really did. The last thing he wanted to do was to show this sick, twisted man how much his torture was affecting him. However Dexter couldn’t stop himself from letting out a quiet whimper as the man ripped off his second fingernail. He bit harder into his lip as punishment for showing such weakness.


“Stop it!!” Royce yelled desperately, kicking his feet although of course there was nothing notable for him to kick. He hated this even more than he had hated being tortured himself and he had been put through torment a lot worse than what he was witnessing here so it was kind of a big deal.


Victor just turned to look at Royce for a second and he even took a few steps towards the young prince although he didn’t get close enough for Royce to be able to reach him. “Are you enjoying this, little prince? Isn’t it so amusing?” He glanced up at Royce’s hands for a moment - none of his fingernails were currently absent. “Should I take some from you as well?” Victor contemplated for a moment and decided, “Later perhaps,” as he walked back up to Dexter and dug his little knife underneath a third fingernail.


This one he decided to take differently. Rather than slice under the skin slowly, enjoying the torment he was causing, Victor grabbed at the nail that was now loose as his knife slid under it, and he just ripped the nail clean off.


Dexter made choking sound as he desperately tried to hold back a scream.


Royce screamed. Anyone listening would’ve thought that he was the one being tortured, and in a sense he was. Every time he saw the pain in Dexter’s face, he remembered one of his many sessions with Victor and the sheer pain he had experienced throughout that process. “STOP! I’ll tell you what you want to know!” Royce yelled. His head hung as he realized Victor’s tactic had worked and he had given in.


Victor turned swiftly as Royce shouted out, completely failing to notice the pool of blood now spilling onto Dexter’s hands. “Tell me!” Victor was excited. This was the first time he had actually heard a sound of surrender from the prince.


Royce paused, staring at his feet. There had to be a way to think his way out, something to scare Victor into leaving them because he knew if he bought them time, they would get out. “My pendant brought the others to the area - its sucking in magic from all the pendants nearby even as we speak,” Royce explained. “My family has kept that pendant for generations and generations because it is the one pendant that can bring all the others together although it also has its faults. If it absorbs too much magic, that pendant will explode. As a matter of fact, its about to reach capacity and your mistress will die in the resounding explosion. I’ll make sure of it.”


Victor’s eyes grew wide as his expression left its state of normalcy for a brief moment. He quickly regained his composure and bowed mockingly to Royce. “Thank you for your cooperation.” He swiftly removed the heretic’s fork from Dexter’s neck and walked out of the room. It wasn’t until the door was closed that his pace picked up. He had to get to his mistress and warn her of the impending pandamonium.


Dexter gasped as the torture device was removed. He suddenly felt incredibly nauseous, and despite his attempts to keep it in, he ended up vomiting on the floor. “Ugh… gross.” He muttered. Now he was stuck here, sitting next to his own puke, and blood. Lovely.


Royce noted the others in the room many of whom still seemed to be unconscious although he would not blame them if they were merely avoiding the sights that had been in front of them. “It’s ok,” he said softly, trying to gather the attention of everyone in the room. Then he turned his attention to Dexter. “I’m sorry I put you through that. It should’ve never had to happen.”


“It’s alright kid.” Dexter huffed. “It’s not your fault. Stop feeling so damn guilty.”


“But it’s my job to protect the people and from here on out, that is what I am going to do.” Royce’s statement was fierce, he very much meant it.


“That women called you a prince…” Dexter noted. “Just who the hell are you? I had no idea we had a prince.”


“I am Royce Chevlair, first born son of Queen Lucille Chevlair, heir to the throne in Linwe and Prince of Lysan.” Royce listed his line of titles without much enthusiasm. “I never wanted to be prince, but I had no choice in the matter. My mother - Queen Lucille Chevlair - decided to hid my existence from the land because she feared for my safety. It was around that time that my grandfather was murdered and we still don’t know why.”


“Ah, that makes sense.” Dexter commented. “I hope you don’t expect me to bow to you or cater to your every whim though.”


“No.” Royce answered swiftly. “I left home because I couldn’t handle the expectations of it; I still can’t, but its not up to me anymore. We’ll get out of here soon enough and then I have to step up to the role I was born for.”


“Once we get out? Just how are we going to do that?” Dexter scoffed.


“You know the explosion I mentioned earlier… It’s not really going to be an explosion.” Royce tilted his head slightly as he wondered how to word it better. “Magic will happen and we will get out. Trust me.”


Dexter smirked at the prince. He may not know a lot about magic, but he had an idea of what the young man was talking about. “Well aren’t you a crafty son of a bitch.”


@GiannaCoco

 

[Archdemon]

Well..... Ren certainly was a little surprised that the big Loaf cut his arrow in two but when he charged he let loose his second arrow which struck his left shoulder. Ren dodged the charge move and slinger his bow back in its proper place and pulled out his Rapier to engage in Melee combat. The large oaf was faster than he had expected but if Ren was slow then a large axe would've been lodged in his head. Ren was looking at key points to attack him from or to blindside him. Once the giant attacked Ren he would slip behind him and slash diagonally from left hip to right shoulder and would dodge by jumping backwards away from a sweep attack then change probably taking the large oaf off guard but it wouldn't really matter as he would sidestep to the right and slash the back of his knee which would bring him down onto one but seeing as these guys are built like a damage sponge he'll most likely be standing.


Ren had carried out the plan almost perfectly except for a few improvised parts but it still worked out in the end. Ren faced the giant again and they began circling each other each one waiting who'll strike first. If the tall man attacked first Ren'll sidestep if it's an arc type attack and stab the guy through the knee and then bring him down on his other and stab through the neck or if it's a sweep attack he'll dodge backwards and do a jump attack and then roll out of the way.


@Hales ((Is this an okay post to make or do you want me to remake it?))

 

[kira blackthorn]

Piercan groaned as she slowly gained consciousness. What happened? The last thing she remembered was being in that cell then it grew foggy. What happened next? Was she still in the cell. Wincing as she tried to open her eyes and was met with a piercing light she tried again and accomplished it. Lifting her head up she looked around in confusion at the others. "What happened?"

 

[Hales]

Madame Valarie Ulfnay


Madame Ulfnay’s face grew wide with dismay as the woman spoke. “How can you not know who is in town? We’ve only been preparing for his visit for several months!! I could slap you for your insolence, girl!” Madame Ulfnay shook her head. “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear you say that. This is Arythrin, Assyria and we are preparing for a great banquet in which every able hand is required to assist with.”


Madame Ulfnay turned to view the current preparations for a moment and she saw the girl she had recruited earlier laying tablecloths on the tables. Extending her hand towards the woman named Piper, Valarie spoke again. “Go! Help this young lady set the tables and I will not mention your ignorance.” She held out a stack of tablecloths to the girl, her face scrunched in disappointment.


@The Suspicious Eye

 

[Solarknight]

Royce Chevlair / Laura Ingles (Combined post with Hales)


Royce turned his head, noting that some of their fellow prisoners were finally waking up. The first girl he noticed was moving was one of the younger girls although he couldn’t precisely remember her name. He was a bit surprised that she wasn’t struggling against her restrained hands; it really made him curious to know what kinds of things she had been through before… but there would be time for that later. “What happened?” she had asked.


Royce turned, his eyes focusing on Dexter’s bloodied hands for a second hoping she would notice his casual glance, and then he looked back. He decided he would spare her the gorey details, simply stating, “We’re going to get out of here soon.”


Laura lifted her head, noting the stiff pain in her neck as she put weight onto it once again. Silently, she wondered how long she had been out. Looking around she noticed that like her, the others had been tied up. Feeling the rope wrapped around her own hands, Laura tugged at them first viciously and then with a lesser portion of her strength. Whoever tied these, tied them well.


“Stop struggling,” Royce said, this time turning to face another young girl who was just waking as well. “We’ll get out soon enough.”


Laura ignored Royce and turned her head examining the others in the room. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of blood - it was not something she had been hoping to see. I must help him, he needs medical attention! But this stupid rope isn’t budging! Laura continued to try and break free of the rope.


“Didn’t you hear me?” Royce said again, his voice still friendly but verging on concerned.


“Can’t you see that person over there?! He needs medical attention right away!” Laura exclaimed loudly.


Royce’s eyes flickered to Dexter briefly before going back to Laura. “It’s all superficial wounds,” he assured her although Dexter probably wouldn’t refuse the help if she had been able to get it. “It probably hurts a lot worse than it actually causes harm.”


“I don’t care! That man needs help and I’m not going to be satisfied until he gets my help!”


Royce smirked. He couldn’t help but admire her determination but he also thought he remembered her advocating for him at one point. Royce looked up at his hands, still wrapped in bloody bandages from his last session visiting with Victor - the torture man. “Are you still intending to help me as well?” he inquired, not trying to be rude, but really trying to get her attention. “I think when we get out of here, I’m going to be the one who can’t walk which would be a far greater problem.” He looked at Dexter apologetically as he said it because he knew that he would be in far greater pain at the moment than he was himself. He really wanted to make a point though which was odd because at that moment the muscle cramps returned to his arms and he couldn’t hold back a small yell as his face scrunched up through his wince at the pain.


Thats right totally forgot about him. Wasn’t I going to treat him? Oh thats right some crazy lady was crazy about getting her needle back and then there was gas and now… her eyes trailed up to the rope tied around her hands. She tugged on it fiercely one more time and it wouldn’t break. “Stupid rope!”


@GiannaCoco @HighnessesReign @DeadgurlXD (all others tagged are in the room and would be able to hear the conversation)

 

[sonicfreak101]

Akira
Death​

Akira watched from the shadows as a pair of white haired fraternal twins and an taller, older man made their way towards the base. Things were beginning to spiral out of control. Akira blamed Sepitus for hiring such incompetent cronies. She would deal with all the intruders herself but it was far more important to give Sepitus the pendent. She could care less what happened to Mavis and Lucus. They were dispensable muscle heads anyway. However, as the older man attempted to keep pace with his younger companions, Akira decided that there was something she could do. She stalked silently behind as more and more distance formed between him and his allies. As the twins went around a corner, Akira struck. She jumped the man from behind and before he could even form a coherent thought, or even fight back, Akira had slit his throat. Akria let the man fall as he gurgled, struggling to hold on to life, all in vain. As the light faded from his eyes, Akria planted her foot on his face and kicked his head to the side.


“Pathetic.” She scoffed. Suddenly, something caught her eye, a chain hanging around the man’s neck. She tugged it off his head and examined it. “Another pendent?” She muttered turning it over in her hand. Unlike the one she took off the prince, this one was red and it didn’t have the same unnatural glow. Akira quickly pocketed the pendent and slide back into the shadows. Sepitus needed to see the prince’s pendent, but this one, Sepitus needn’t concern himself with. It was surely nothing… Akira smirked for once as she made her way towards her master. She needed to hurry.


Legend:


Akira


@Lioness075

 

[Lioness075]

The twins were both so distracted with their fist bumping and excitement of a successful escape attempt, that they missed their partner going missing. When Leandra turned around, she was surprised to see the armored man was no longer present. Frowning at this, Leandra glanced back at her brother to see that he'd noticed the disappearance as well. Within seconds, Leandra had her daggers in her hands and Manjano had his bow at the ready with an arrow nocked in it. A woman screamed at the sight of the twins and their weapons, running away from the pair while they ignored her. Leandra took the lead, as she began to retrace her steps in hopes of figuring out where the man had gone.


Upon entering the side street that the pair had raced through earlier, Manjano saw the dead man and said quietly to Leandra, "Look, over there." Shifting her gaze, Leandra instantly saw the dead body and let out a frustrated sigh before she sheathed her daggers and approached the body. While Leandra looked over the body, Manjano slid into the shadows and kept his bow ready in case someone ambushed the pair. While Leandra searched the body of the man, she noted that the chain she'd seen on him earlier was no longer present. Frowning at this, Leandra wondered what had been so important about that necklace of his. The body still had some provisions, a sword, and the armor on it. Even the boots were still on. Clearly, whoever killed him was after the necklace alone.

 

[The Suspicious Eye]

Madame Valarie Ulfnay
Madame Ulfnay’s face grew wide with dismay as the woman spoke. “How can you not know who is in town? We’ve only been preparing for his visit for several months!! I could slap you for your insolence, girl!” Madame Ulfnay shook her head. “I’ll pretend I didn't hear you say that. This is Arythrin, Assyria and we are preparing for a great banquet in which every able hand is required to assist with.”


Madame Ulfnay turned to view the current preparations for a moment and she saw the girl she had recruited earlier laying tablecloths on the tables. Extending her hand towards the woman named Piper, Valarie spoke again. “Go! Help this young lady set the tables and I will not mention your ignorance.” She held out a stack of tablecloths to the girl, her face scrunched in disappointment.


@The Suspicious Eye

Roa was even more confused. Who was he? Who was this woman? What did I get myself into. She looked at the woman as she began to rant about something which he was completely confused about. I really must have taken a wrong turn. I knew it was a bad idea to change out of my armor. I should go back to the inn and....She looked up at the woman and began to speak. "I'm actually not a....." Suddenly the woman held out a stack of tablecloths to her. She took them and got up. Roa didn't know who the woman was, but she knew that she was somewhat scary.


She walked over to the girl and began to rapidly place the tablecloths onto the table. She assumed that the sooner she could get this done the sooner she could go back to doing nothing. Roa leaned closer to the girl and whispered. "Is she always so pushy? Who is coming?" She sat on the table next to the git and began to toss the tablecloths onto the table. They each landed perfectly on the table. She was actually having fun with it.


@Hales

 

[chamomile]

Adeline Reuvan





Adeline heard much. Actually, a lot, Adeline heard a lot and most of it is confusing. First, a scream, followed by a yell of resignation. A soft explanation, a thank of some sort and the door closing. No more screaming. No more shouting. Just a conversation between two men, the "prince", who she assumed was the original captive and Dexter.


So now, that crazy man was gone, she could look up without looking at that awful sight right? The room still smelled of coppery metallic blood. Well, that's what it smells like to Adeline but the blood had a weird tinge of smell to it that smelled like... disgusting things.


"It's ok"


It's the voice of that man, that man in the cell originally. Did Adeline knew his name? No. Not one little clue. She assumed he was apologizing to Dexter.





“It’s alright kid.” Dexter huffed. “It’s not your fault. Stop feeling so damn guilty.”





“But it’s my job to protect the people and from here on out, that is what I am going to do.”


The man spoke as if he and Dexter was having a casual meeting, a kind of calm debate, despite the events that happened so she felt right to look up, straight at Dexter. First, she felt like throwing up herself, but she just stared instead, gaping slightly at the horrible mix of puke and blood. She also stared at the man himself, the man that was sitting next to the mixture, who she now noticed, bore intimidating features, like the eyepatch, which really made Adeline want to break her cheek against the wall again but she didn't, instead, she listened to their little conversation.





Dexter said that a woman called the other man a "prince" and like Dexter, Adeline have no idea that they have a prince. She learned a lot of history during her lessons, burying her face in books repeatedly but she had no memory of a prince that lived in this time. The man, reluctantly listed what he goes by, formally. The last part made her understood. The conversation finally ended with really... appropriate language. Well, anyone who just been tortured would've grouped that sort of language as appropriate, even Adeline herself. And magic? That only was intriguing to Adeline.


Two other girls stirred. One, who Adeline doesn't recall knowing was asking, the other, who Adeline recognise fully as Laura, was struggling against her restraints despite Royce's words of concern. She, Laura, wanted to attend to their wounds. This was definitely a new adventure for Adeline, she wanted to know more but she showed no obvious signs of being overexcited about it. Only giving a slight smile, wondering what will happen next and if she could grab her bow along the way.

 

[Lioness075]

(All right, I apologize ahead of time if anything I do is out of place. I'm kinda jumping into this thug fight at random)

Leandra and Manjano


Location: Outside of Warehouse, Fighting (Leandra v. Marvis and Manjano v. Other Thug Fighting the Archer)
​

Leandra grabbed a few provisions off of Gael's body and put them in her knapsack before she slung it back over her neck, so that it sat diagonally across her body. Standing, Leandra nodded at Manjano, who then brought his bow down to a low ready and swiftly joined Leandra's side. Looking down at the body, Leandra said softly, "The murderer only took the pendant." Frowning at this, Manjano cocked his head at Leandra and she promptly responded with, "I don't know why...it makes no sense." Looking up and down the street, Manjano narrowed his eyes, hearing some commotion nearby. Tapping Leandra's ankle with the toe of his shoe, Manjano then began sprinting towards the noise. Wasting no time, Leandra unsheathed her daggers once more before she joined Manjano's side.


Rounding the corner, the pair skidded to a halt when they saw a fight unfolding before them. Two large men seemed to be the enemies in this situation with several others fighting them. Seeing one of the brutes charging a fellow archer, Manjano wasted no time in lighting one of his fire arrows and launching it towards the charging brute. If it landed, it would quickly catch his armor and clothes on fire, most likely burning him to death or leaving him with permanent burn scars. Plus, he'd also be receiving an arrow in his chest since that was where Manjano was aiming his shot.


Leaving her brother to aid the fellow archer, Leandra lightly sprinted up behind the other one and took a flying leap towards his back before she aimed both of her daggers for his shoulders, intending to hold on and twist her daggers in his shoulders. This would most likely prevent the man from properly brandishing his weapon and it could bring him to his knees if the pain was that great. Either way, Leandra didn't intend on letting go of either of her daggers, and was planning on wrapping her legs around the man's waist so as to aid her in staying on him.

 

[Altera]

Ciara Niara Albaraia


Arythrin:The Warehouse


VS Mavis

Ciara smirked as the brute took her false opening. The wide swing was easily shifted into a deadly twirl using the momentum of the swing to add to the speed of the maneuver. She swung with both chains, one poised for his neck, the other poised for his abdomen. Much to her surprise, however, he toppled down to one knee, an arrow protruding from it. Not only was the arrow a surprise, but his speed was as well, as he managed to lift his axe defensively to block the chain aimed for his neck. This left her second chain free to hit it's mark, but the change in position meant it only thudded into him, leaving a shallow puncture wound in his gut. Ciara quickly yanked both chains back, pausing to take a defensive stance. It seemed there were more actors on stage, but she refused to take her eyes from her opponent, knowing that underestimating him could still be her death. And yet another . . . she thought to herself, seeing a figure behind the thug moments before it lept onto his back and dug its daggers into his shoulders.


Ciara almost felt a pang of pity for the man. What had gone from a one on one fight, one that he might have won even, had quickly changed into a flurry of surprise attacks from opponents he couldn't even properly fight back against, from range and flanks. But then she remembered that he and his assumed brother were the ones who started it in the first place. Plus the fact that this was the beginning of her story! Though it did hurt her pride a little to be 'aided' so sufficiently. Of course, all good stories had a bit of embelishing done. She stepped forward, closing the distance slightly and swung her chains forward, one from the left, the other from the right. Even if he blocked, the chains would wrap around the axe and embed themselves in his neck. He could dodge, but that seemed quite unlikely with a vicious girl on his back and an arrow in his knee.


((@Archangel Galdrael @Archdemon @Anyone else I may have missed that's fighting in the warehouse))

 

[Hales]

Piper Alyss / Sepitus Trevils / Akira / Victor Ludwig / Maddie Hawethorn / Marion Horn / Dexter Hawethorn / Royce Chevlair / Haru Hickory / Aiken Dromdeth


Piper Alyss

Piper smiled politely at the new girl who had joined her in the banquet preparations. “I’m Piper. Yes, she is kinda pushy - Ms. Ulfnay. I got to try a piece of her cake though and it was fantastic!” Piper glanced back at the strange head cook swiftly as she was slapping her wooden spoon into her palm while villagers carried out plates of food and began centering all the dishes on the tables. “Apparently this banquet is to welcome some guy named Sepitus. He looks kinda creepy if you ask me and I don’t like the way he talks.”


Piper laid the last tablecloth on a table before taking a seat at the table. By this point there was a podium set up at the end of the street and she rolled her eyes. I’m going to have to listen to more of this guys annoying words? Villagers began filing in slowly as the sky began to darken. None of the people were familiar to her and she really didn’t know what the night would have in store for them.


@GiannaCoco @HighnessesKnight @Kyra @kira blackthorn


Note: Pendants are now active although if you imply in any way that your character has control over it, I will use my awesome moderator powers to change it! Don’t even ask about it. The initial wave of magic will cause the pendants magic to react in some way, but if it seems like your post implies any amount of control, your post will turn into my post!

 

[Skelo10]

Sun Tado


Trembling hands gripped the edge of the table as he felt a small pump from his chest. Before he could predict what was going to happen next, the pendant that hung around his neck glowed brightly, blinded his vision. He grabbed the pendant quickly but he flew into the air, a few meters back. The light from the jewl was started to cool down but it was still visible to anyone with eyes. "What the hell..? What is this?"





Sun's heart was pounding extremely fast but he bit himself gently to calm himself down. He shakily got up, seeing that others also had strong lights of various colors around him. His eyes quickly darted over to Sepitus as he yelled out an order. Only one thought raced through Sun's head: What is going on?

 

[Aurelia]

Sukana Kyrune

​

The Warehouse, vs. Lucas

In his frenzy, the larger brute carved the air with his great axe, but so too did he carve openings – literal spaces where she could step in and strike, temporal windows when she could take a half-second to maneuver. Sukana watched these openings wax and wane as he swung his weapon with indiscriminate bloodlust.


Dodging each swing was like sidestepping a guillotine. Sweat was starting to form on her brow, less from exertion and more from the realization that a single slice could be fatal. That was when an arrow broke the tempo of their combat. She scanned the warehouse and spotted a man who seemed a shadow, judging by his silent approach, black attire, and dark demeanor. It would take too long to find out whose side he was on. Preparing to dive out of the way from his next arrow, she was instead knocked completely flat by the charging brute.


Her spear landed a moment later, clattering to the ground. Blood pounded in her ears. In her winded state, Sukana recognized her parrot arcing gracefully through the air down to where she was lying. She strained to move. Her aching side protested as she sat up and clenched the spear beside her.


Then, without warning: lightning without thunder. Everything turned white. After the brilliant light dissipated, she found herself blinking away ghostly white afterimages. If her fall had disoriented her, then the blinding flash had utterly dazed her. There was a green parrot on her knee, her necklace burned incandescently and that was all she knew. She couldn't recognize anyone in the warehouse with her, why some of them had glowing pendants, or how they got there. Even her own hands looked foreign to her.

@Archangel Galdrael

 

[The Suspicious Eye]

Piper Alyss / Sepitus Trevils / Akira / Victor Ludwig / Maddie Hawethorn / Marion Horn / Dexter Hawethorn / Royce Chevlair / Haru Hickory / Aiken Dromdeth
Piper Alyss

Piper smiled politely at the new girl who had joined her in the banquet preparations. “I’m Piper. Yes, she is kinda pushy - Ms. Ulfnay. I got to try a piece of her cake though and it was fantastic!” Piper glanced back at the strange head cook swiftly as she was slapping her wooden spoon into her palm while villagers carried out plates of food and began centering all the dishes on the tables. “Apparently this banquet is to welcome some guy named Sepitus. He looks kinda creepy if you ask me and I don’t like the way he talks.”


Piper laid the last tablecloth on a table before taking a seat at the table. By this point there was a podium set up at the end of the street and she rolled her eyes. I’m going to have to listen to more of this guys annoying words? Villagers began filing in slowly as the sky began to darken. None of the people were familiar to her and she really didn’t know what the night would have in store for them.


@The Suspicious Eye

Roa smiled at the girl and flung another napkin. "It is nice to meet you Piper, I am the Knight Roa. But just call me Roa when I'm not in uniform." She liked being a knight, and loved her job, but formality is formality. It got annoying after a while, sometimes it was just nice to be a normal girl. Except when your forced to do random tasks, because you look like the help. She tossed the last of her napkins and sighed. "Well, as a Knight I can tell you that I have never heard of a man named Sepitus. Unless it is the rumored man, but he is nothing but a myth in my opinion."


She sighed and watched Piper sit down. Her pendant that she kept hidden in her shirt began to glow. She yawned and stretched leaning back on the table. She looked at her and smiled. "I mean nobody could do all the feats that he's been told. I know the difference between power and the impossible." She raised her hand up and a big gust of air flipped all the tables over. The napkins flew up to the sky and out of sight.


Roa stared blankly "okay... that was odd." She looked around "what was with that random gust of wind?"


 
@Hales (is this okay?)

 

[Archdemon]

Ren:


So engrossed in his fight with the brute, Ren hadn't noticed his pendant was glowing or whatever. It a split second he had realized what was going on, His pendant was Glowing!!! Confusion washed over him and he almost took the pendant off in panic. 'I..... Can't let panic take the best of me! I'm from the wilds, I grew up with Bandits! I'm an assassin! I will not be scared by this!' Even though he may not have experienced this type of situation he was still going to keep the pendant on for later so that he may possibly try to figure it out. He probably won't but it's still worth a shot. So engrossed with thinking while dodging his enemy's strikes cause he'd used to think while in fighting to make out every possible situation that he didn't see other flashes of light that blinded him for a few seconds. Something strange was happening and others were experiencing it as well.


Ren had moved a fair distance away from the brute to change his current weapon which was a rapier to his set of daggers. This time Ren had planned on finishing this brute once and for all, he also planned on seeing what the hell was going on.


((This post is more on what Ren is thinking at the moment but his earlier plan on countering the brutes attack in @Hales post is still going to possibly happen. This was to give everybody an insight onto what Ren was thinking at the time.))

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Zephyr Ferguson_________________


A banquet for a king, huh? You'd think it wasn't open to the public, but nobody had stopped Zephyr on his way in, but he kept close to the outer area of it. He couldn't shake the feeling of not really being where he should be, however. People walking around in posh garments wasn't his style, and he wasn't trying to vivaciously live a rich life through being close to these people. There wasn't much of a reason to stay. Besides, the Sepitus guy had always creeped him out. Though it wasn't always conscious, he'd always avoided places that Sepitus was about to visit all of the years he'd lived here. It was almost as if he was shirking his responsibilities and just being out on an adventure amongst the people all his life. What could a man possibly gain from that?


The steady stream of villagers pouring in proved that the guards had done no error in letting him pass, but it didn't make him more inclined to stay and join the feast. Besides, he preferred to be on his own, and his pride was much stronger than any greed he felt towards eating himself fat on free food. No, Zephyr set off on foot back through the town. He was still unsure what he was doing here, in this town. He'd just had an urge to come here all of a sudden, and Zephyr wasn't prone to urges. Come to think of it...


Zephyr stopped at a roundabout in the village and put a hand inside his shirt, pulling out the strange pendant that that old man from long ago had told him to be so protective about. His gray eyes had no hint of emotion to them when he studied the simple piece of jewelry, but he had a feeling there was more to it than his eyes showed. Perhaps he wasn't being superstitious. He did start his march here almost immediately after he obtained it. Besides, it had always felt bit strange, hadn't it? Like there was something more inside it. Some sort of energy.


Wait a second, there was definitely some sort of energy inside it. It felt incredibly strange. Zephyr's eyes widened as he realized the pendant was starting to glow, and he stumbled backwards in a vain attempt to get away from it. He fumbled with the chain around his neck, but before he'd managed to get it off of his head a small stream of electricity jumped from the pendant and struck a barrel close to him, lightly singing it.


Zephyr fell onto his hind and crawled backwards until his back hit a wall. The pendant had stopped glowing, but he didn't dare touch it, as if moving it at all would send death traveling through the chain he wore and up into his brain. After an exasperated inhale, he dared reach out and grab the pendant that was still hot. What the hell was that? Witchcraft? He sent an awkward glance around him to see if anyone had seen his strange display, but the street was completely deserted. He stood up and brushed himself off at the side of the road. His heart was still beating heavily, but a sort of childlike curiosity had him keeping the pendant hanging from his neck. Whatever that had been, it set this pendant from anything else he owned, and it was killing him that he didn't know anything about it.


Sounds of feet rapidly drumming against the ground pulled him out of his thoughts, and he looked up to see a young woman running in his direction with a knife in her hand. His thoughts immediately jumped to something about not running with sharp objects, but quickly changed to surprise as he realized something. The woman wore a pendant like his own, and it was bouncing from her neck as she neared him. Not only that, but behind her another woman came running at full speed. A cog moved in his head, and he made the connection. Maybe having a magical pendant wasn't popular amongst everyone. So he had two choices, stand there and do nothing, and you won't know what the consequences are. Run, and you might be affiliated with the woman being chased. His heart beat frantically as he tried to figure out the situation.


Time seemed to slow down when the escaping woman passed him, and for a moment he caught a glimpse of her face. It was that one girl he'd tried to talk to earlier that day, who'd quite rudely excused herself. He still hadn't had the chance to express his discontent at that. "Freaking damn it." He mumbled as he turned on his heel and set off, following close behind the girl at a quick pace.


@Hales (Hope ye don't mind. I'm going to bed.)

 

[Uncle ShortyB]

Leopold Tenari


Town's Edge


An uncomfortable silence settled in between Leopold and the madman, one that he was loath to break. The old bandit stared at the madman and felt the protective urges he once held slowly slip away. "He'll just slow me down. I suppose there's something I need to do here before I get to Linwe, and another mouth to feed would just burden me further. It isn't like he could follow me well enough in the forest to be unnoticeable either." He thought, crossing his arms and giving Juno a critical eye. Leopold was deseperately trying to convince himself of these ideas, but there was still a tiny nugget of concern he held for the boy, no matter how impractical it would be to take him along to Linwe in the future.


Under his armor, Leopold's pendant began to glow through various cracks, and the powers inside took hold of his senses. What was at first just the soothing calls of birds and other creatures became a deafening cacophony of insults and threats in accents Leopold had never heard before. "Gods above, what is that damned racket?! I can't hear myself think for this noise!" Leopold howled, covering his ears and grimacing. The unexpected burst of noise caused him no small amount of ear pain and left him with a dull, pervasive ringing in his ears. He could still faintly hear the constant yells of unknown origin, but that became a secondary concern over just trying to get somewhere quieter.


Leopold took off in a sprint towards the town, Corax clinging to his shoulder and staying oddly silent for once. The town proved to be only slightly quieter, but Leopold just scowled and dealt with it. "This is better than whatever that was out there. It's still loud, but I at least know why it's loud." Leopold muttered, leaning up against a nearby wall. There was some commotion nearby at some sort of feast or another, but Leopold felt it would be better to just ignore it and get his head straight. "Now just wait just a damn minute. When did you learn to talk, long-legs? This ain't somethin' you could always do, is it?" A voice spoke accusingly, sounding like an old forester who wasn't entirely used to talking.


"I mean, before this you just spoke gibberish and gave me food, like the other long-legs. It seems like you knew what I meant some of the time, but mostly you just acted like I could understand ya." The voice continued, right in Leopold's ear. The man swiveled his head quickly from side to side to try and catch whoever was speaking, but all he could see was Corax sitting on his left shoulder staring at him curiously. "Who exactly are you lookin' for, long-legs? I'm trying to talk to ya and you're just flinging your head about like there's someone else here." Corax asked, picking at Leopold's hood to try and get his attention. "I don't know. There's someone here who keeps... Talking..." Leopold replied before falling silent. Corax, too, was quiet, but also checked around for anyone else speaking. "Nope, just me." The bird finished simply, staring at the side of Leopold's head. In the distance, Leopold could still hear faint screams from the forest as the animals declared what was their territory, or just how ready they were to pair up and make even more animals.


Leopold


Leopold's Thoughts


Corax

 

[Skelo10]

Sun Tado


Sun cursed under his breathed as a girl in a white dress zipped past him. He looked to his left and it seemed she had two pursuers. Sun tensed and looked at the pendant. It's as if I can feel a strong aura being released. He let go of the chair he was holding and frowned. If he remembered correctly, the three people who he saw running had glowing pendants. He smirked and quickly got away from his chair. Sun sprinted after the second pursuer, making sure not to be seen. Right as he was starting to get closer to the strangers in front of him, he reached for his pendant and he sent him flying towards a chubby and short lady. Sun groaned and looked at the woman's angry face. "This is going to be a long day."





Sun's pendant light up a bit but that was it. He clutched it furiously and looked ahead of him. The three people he was running after had gained some distance. Without apologizing, Sun leaped forward, entering the chase.

 

[Hales]

Lucas Leone / Mavis Leone


Lucas took an arrow to the left shoulder in his charge, stabbing just beneath the clavicle but missing his heart and the brute of a man made no attempt to remove it - he didn’t even seem to notice it although his steps did veer slightly as they hit him. It was those veering steps that caused the flaming arrow sent towards him to miss, flying ever so slightly to Lucas’s left - close enough to feel the heat of flames against his skin - although Lucas did see it and it stopped him midcharge. He never did hit the bowman. Very briefly, his attention was distracted by the fire as it ignited the grass of the woodland floor, spreading closer to the wooden building that was the warehouse.


Mavis saw his brother charge off and he shouted, “Careful!” The word was very slurred and sounded more like carol, but he knew his brother would know what he meant. Mavis slammed his own axe into the ground, putting his weight on it to stand himself back up. It was when he finally transferred his weight to his feet that another out of place sensation struck him - things were really appearing out of the blue for Mavis today. He felt an unfamiliar weight on his back - the weight of a person who didn’t belong there. Legs wrapped around his waist as two daggers sliced into the tops of his shoulders although they hit his clavicle bones before going deep enough to cause extreme internal damage. It was too much pain for even someone like Mavis to deal with; however, he carefully planned his fall by lifting his feet out from under him so that he landed on his back crushing whoever happened to be there with all of his 228 pounds. As Mavis jumped back, the woman’s chains swung. She hadn’t anticipated his fall happening as it had so the initial swings missed him although now, lying supine as he was, he was an easy target.


Lucas payed no attention to his brothers fight because his brother had told him to be careful, and that meant paying attention to his own fight. Lucas had a bad habit of not doing that. He held his axe at the ready, circling the bowman who had shot at him and the one who he believed had initially shot his brother. He was not happy with this man, not in the slightest and as he saw the new weapon this man drew, Lucas smirked. Just a skinny little sword? Rather than charging at the man, Lucas took slow, deliberate steps towards him and swung his axe - not at the man, but rather aiming for the rapier in his hand. He wanted to test the strength of this puny weapon against his monstrous axe, and even as he attacked, Lucas’s eyes noted the progress of the flames slowly progressing towards the warehouse and the trees around them.


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@Archangel Galdrael

 

[Archon]

Michael Hawke (Hall)


Warehouse - Lucas and Mavis
​

Michael had one nothing to aid the combat for several minutes, still taken aback by the fact that the giant had shrugged off an arrow piercing his knee bone, how the hell did someone just do that? Though as if this wasn't bad enough, more people had entered the fight. Another archer, whose shot had hit one of thr giants, piercing his shoulder, the two twins he considered following earlier, though decided agaisnt it in favour of coming here - foolish. And as if things weren't as out of control enough already, one of the idiots let off a flaming arrow near the WOODEN warehouse! And now, the bloody flames were spreading in this diretion, as they hit the grass. Was he touched in the skull? He'd get them all killed. Well, except Michael, he had a clear exit behind him -through the window - and neither giant had noticed his presence...


He considered his options, he could leave out the window right now, everything would be fine for him, no guards would attempt to kill him, no giants would try to crush him, no burning buildings would engulf him. And, no psychotic band of misfit heroes would be anywhere near him. Alas, his conscience was settled, he truly was an easy mark, he was a charmer alright, most girls found him irresistable, the problem was. Michael found most half-decent looking girls who wielded a weapon extremely irresistable, andd right now. There were three stunning warrior-women, a perfect opportunity to play the knight in shining armor, yes?


Keeping his eyes peeled, he gazed over the two giants, one was off-limits, as another woman clung to the large man's back, any attempt would likely hit the dull-brained fool who decided to engage in hand-to-hand combat with a human-mammoth, especially a woman! The collosal sized man could probably crush her skull if he got the opportunity. Instead, under the cover of the shadows, and the advantage of elevation, Michael prepared a second arrow, aiming it at the large man who looked as if he was going to cleave the other - considerably worse - archer in two, what kind of archer made himself so known? Sickening, hunters knew how to really use a bow. This was what happened to those who didn't, they were forced to engage in close combat where they'd get mauled.


Putting his brain back into action, however, Michael pulled his bow-string back, the arrow aiming for the other giant's elbow, incapacitating their movement proved effective, but not effective enough, as his first attempt proved. Yet an arrow through the elbow would render one arm completely useless, and an axe that size would barely be effective with the swing of a single arm, no matter how strong the man. His positioning would be all wrong anyway. Focusing his hunters sight, waiting for the exact moment, Michael fired the arrow, as it flew for the mans elbow. Luckily, he was relatively safe with the height advantage, although he had just used his last arrow... He knew he should have baught more upon arriving here.