Fantasy Partheon's Rebellion

[McMajestic]

A kingdom so grand it controls all of North America and has begun to dip down into Central America. It is truly a place of wonders, accepting of all races and creatures of the world. Many come to Partheon to escape persecution from more restrictive kingdoms, and while not every citizen within its borders is in love with the invading creatures, most understand that Partheon is perhaps the only safe place for them. Or it was, anyways, before the war.

The war was perhaps the most devastating piece of history to a kingdom that had basked in hundreds of years of peace. A foreign nation from Europe swept across the seas and while they claimed to be coming for diplomatic concerns, they attacked the port cities overnight. The war lasted four years before the castle was overthrown and a European power was put into place. This new king, however, was not so accepting.

Creatures that walked on foot, such as elves and orcs, were banished to the deserts of the midwest where no true life survived for long.

Creatures of the air, such as faeries and pixies, were sentenced to live out their days in the Broken Wilderness of the North where terrific beasts lived and ate such creatures for snacks.

The magical, such as wizards, were all dragged into the dungeons to live out their days as prisoners unless the new king wished to use them for his own biddings.

Many are not happy with the new king in power, and so a rebellion has begun throughout the kingdom. It is a small number, but that's truly all it takes to put a plan into effect.

Commanding it all is a wizard trapped in the dungeon with a unique ability to link minds. They do this with those they believe are worthy of fighting in the rebellion, because the break out is about to begin, and once that happens all hell will break loose in the kingdom of Partheon.

The Characters
The Chat​

 

[McMajestic]

There was something so fitting about the predicament she was in. Royalty trapped in a tower. Teletra had always heard the old fable about the princess awaiting her prince, but on that day she couldn’t help but truly recall it. There were some problems with the story on her part. She wasn’t a princess, and her prince was long dead, but at least someone was coming to her rescue. She sat up in the bed she had been forced to sleep in for an entire year, turning slowly to face the wall. There was a hole it the shape of a half-circle, with bars where stained glass should have been. It was to keep her from escaping, not that she could have survived the fall.

She stood, stumbled, and her palms flung out in front of her to slap against the stone walls that confined her. Teletra was weak, even after eating the food she had secretly been saving up to have enough for a proper meal. Her body screamed in agony as she pushed off the wall, and she walked with a languid gait, trying to wake her muscles up from the long rest, trying to remind herself that if she didn’t move quickly she would be dead even before she was dragged on stage to be beheaded.

A heavy sigh fell out of her mouth just as the door to her prison creaked open. Daleus glared at her, disappointed that she was already awake, that he couldn’t hit her like he always did to wake her in the mornings. She scowled at him, never in too much pain to forget to show her hatred. “It’s a shame I won’t get to see you in white.” Teletra scoffed, shaking her head at the comment. He didn’t sound too upset about it.

“You’re vile,” she hissed, and he snorted, shaking his head at her. “And here I was, about to offer you a proper dinner for your final day on earth.” He stared, waiting for a reaction, waiting for her face to fall, for desperation to creep into her features. It never did. Teletra told herself she could care less. If she wasn’t eating with Jameson she didn’t want to eat at all, and yet that would never happen again. It made her sick to think of it, to picture his body fumbling backwards from the impact of the blade. Daleus’s blade. “The offer is still on the table, though. A proper outfit is in it for you too.”

Normally, Teletra would have never considered such an offer, but climbing up to her tower took time, and wouldn’t it be quicker for everyone if she was on the second floor of the castle already? She hesitated and Daleus smirked, thinking it was her desperation for food. “Do I get a bath too?” she asked, pretending to fall victim to his promises of something good before she was murdered in cold blood. “Of course.” He nodded once, and as if he knew exactly how the conversation would go, two women slipped inside who were once servants of Teletra but now were forced to do as Daleus asked of them. They both almost smiled at their queen, but knew that would only lead to their own pains. Daleus looked over at the two servants. “Get her ready, dinner is in an hour.” And in two hours, just before the sun touched the earth, just as it shone its vibrant orange on the second floor stage that overlooked the entire kingdom, she would be beheaded.

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The gardens were not as vibrant as they used to be. Shiva had taken notice of this and spent quite a bit of time sitting outside, watching the way the plants grew a sickly green color. They were so vibrant before the war, but now they drooped slightly. He crinkled his nose in frustration, gently prodding a flower up, whispering to it, coaxing it to feel his love and to grow strong. The light green of the stem began darkening into a beautiful, deep green, and the faded red petals were replaced with fresh ones. He smiled, slowly letting his fingers move away from the flower and leaning back on his hands.

This was not the beautiful garden he had grown up in, but if everything was successful today then perhaps soon. He brushed his fingers over another flower, watching it begin to bloom as well. He’d been working on an entire patch of them, moving slowly and with care until finally the very back of the garden was starting to look like home. Here, little was taken care of and most everything was on the verge of death, but he had been fixing it and now he admired his work, finally stopping for the day.

The mission was about to begin anyways, and both him and Keanore would need to be ready to go. He had already explained to Amelie that Keanore would not be ideal for any true infiltration and even though they had gone over the plan a thousand times they still were about to have one last rundown before it all happened. He glanced towards the large shed they all had been hiding out in, with blankets strung up to create privacy for each person. They would all be gathering for the plan now and both Keanore and he would would need to be in there, to be part of the group.

He truly did want to help, and he wanted to make sure everyone was okay, because even though he was rather quiet most of the time he had grown a small attachment to the people inside that building. Most importantly, though, he wanted it all to go smoothly so they could become one step closer to saving the kingdom from the tyrant who had taken over. That man would have Shiva killed if he knew a faerie was in his backyard. And Keanore… Shiva looked towards Keanore, who had come with him out to the gardens. She always tended to come with him.

It made him smile to see her bright skin and her shimmering scales. With him she was safe, but if he were to die who could protect her from Daleus? She was still naive to the world, and though he tried as hard as he could to engrain the important things into her mind sometimes he felt she let them all go in one ear and out the other. He hoped she was listening, that she was comprehending. He loved Keanore and if anything happened to her he’d never forgive himself.

He stood, trying not to think such dark thoughts just before the mission, and brushed himself off. He had all his dark clothes on, and his katana on his back. While being in the castle’s vicinity he tended to keep everything hidden, to keep a weapon close, to keep glancing at his little dragon. “Keanore, come here,” he called, nodding towards the shed. It was time to go inside so they could all listen together for the final time they would all hear it. No sooner would Amelie finish reciting the plan than it would turn into action, and Shiva could only hope that those actions would turn out well, not only for their team, but for Partheon.

 

[AmLov]

It was strange to her that small fibres still filled her lungs with every inhalation. That fact shouldn't bother her, the dungeons had been dusty for as long as she had been in them. Between the countless wizards – not countless, she reminded herself, not anymore, but enough to have generated dirt over such a long period of time. Nobody ever came to clean the mess. It was a part of the game. If they gave in, gave up whatever it was that made them first willingly choose this over freedom, they could be clean. They could breathe. See the sun. Move.

Amelie couldn't blame the ones that had decided to save themselves.

If the atmosphere alone didn't break a person, the hospitality almost certainly would. Three times the guards came to visit her. Once to tell her that her parents had been executed, again when her village was razed for defending sub-human creatures, and then finally to let her know the last person in the world who cared about her had taken his own life. She didn't count the sneers as they passed her cell as real interaction. No, the King was smarter than to try to taunt her. She had been dedicated when she was a wizard of the court, her conviction had never wavered. He knew her well though. Amelie craved human connection. It sustained her. Relationships with others were woven into her very being, it composed her every fibre. That much had been made apparent when her magic first manifested. The ability to connect people over massive distances without delay. It had come from inside of her.

She wasn't sure whether it was beneficial that part had died so many years go. Still, Amelie reached out briefly to every being connected to her now – her consciousness brushing just lightly against their own. 'It's nearly time,' she intoned inside of their heads, 'I'm going to begin releasing the mages as soon as everyone can confirm they're in place'.

Her back shivered as she leant against the cold stone wall, the chain attached to her neck rattling with the movement. Metal on stone reverberated through the cell and ground against her nerves, the sound was worse than wet shoes on tile flooring. Something about it struck a low note in her chest and rumbled around uncomfortably in her soul. She knew the chain was just for show at this point, Amelie had been freed from this particular form of imprisonment months ago, but the time she had spent wearing it trained her like Pavlov's dogs to react to the sound.

Now wasn't the time to be unsettled. Despite the way her hands trembled for the first time in recent memory, despite the fact for the first time in she didn't know how long she could feel her own heart beating in her chest, even though anxiety bubbled in the bit of her stomach like a poison Amelie waited. They would respond.

They came all this way after all.

 

[JokerValentine]

It was almost time. It had been a while since Ethan had had this much purpose, not just to himself but to other creatures. Finally, his actions would garner respect. But, it's always funny to reflect on how those such as the lycan end up in situations like these. Word among the usurping creatures had spread quickly, and when he got word of it, the tantalizing call of overthrow beckoned him like a seductive mistress. Since then, he was devoted, enthralled, invested. He wanted this more than anything, because of the scum he had been treated as, he was not to be such anymore. The very guards that threw him out of his home, that failed to stop his abduction, now was the time for vengeance.

Ethan was laying patiently in wait, the crisp air ruffling off of his now human hair. But for how much longer that his humanity would remain was but a mystery. Soon, it would disappear with the sun. The lycan was no longer visible under the sun. Having located the secret tunnels only accessible by an abandoned winery, Ethan bravely ventured forth. The only light was supplied by a single torch, every step echoed as he walked deeper into the abyss. The ancient brick raised above him many feet as he lowered deeper into the abyss. The rush of the wind from the cracks showing no light caused him to shiver. He knew he was close.

The lycan shook his head, and continued forth. But he didn't get much further. A voice in his head froze him, but it was not one he feared. I'm going to begin releasing the mages as soon as everyone can confirm they're in place'. the voice echoed in his head sweetly. The lycan instantly shut his eyes, focusing internally on a reply. I am there he uttered in his own mind, hoping she would get such a message. it's not like he was used to communicating this way.

 

[FlameintheRoses]

The small creature rolled around in the flowers, obsessed with the vibrancy of it all. The colors were bright, which made her mood brighter. She was told that they were doing something important, though she failed to remember for whom it was for. To save someone from a large mountain of strangely placed stones, that had to have been someone rather important. Low to the ground she crawled, smelling the sweetened scents of the garden. A butterfly jumped from a flower, she lowered herself to the ground. Carefully she waited on it to to land again, digging her claws into the ground so she wouldn't make much sound. Then, when the time was right, she pounced. Just at the moment she thought she caught it, she lifted her hands from the ground to see nothing there. A low rumbled growl escaped her. It wouldn't get away again, not if she could help it.
Once, twice, three times she pounced again and again. It was fun for her, she could have even done it all day. If only she could have.

Just before she attempted to catch it once more, Shiva's voiced echoed in her ears. Quickly she turned her head, quickly walking over to Shiva. His call alone drew her to him, though his command she understood as well. Her head tilted as she peered at him with her large eyes, curiosity filling them. The direction pointed out for her was the wood building, so she went, bounding off with much energy. That was where her weapon was, where they could discuss things. Quickly she snatched up the weapon and her cloak. With that she placed her brown cloak around her, wrapping her tail around the weapon to hold it behind her. From most angles except the front she looked like a hunching human, with her ears flattened down so they would not be seen.

A voice rang in her head, the voice that seemed to continue to echo in her brain every time it wanted something, and before long she knew the other voices would chime in. She gripped her head, digging a claw into the autumn colored hair that sat atop her head. It hurt her head to have so many voices in it. It told her something, something that was a bit too difficult for her to understand. She knew what mages meant, and got slightly excited. They were going to help mages. Of course she knew this from before, but she couldn't help but review over her excitement. Her eyes opened up, lead by a goofy looking smile. Keanore glanced over to Shiva, sharing the grin with him. It was something that people or people-like species liked to see, so she liked to share it.

Once two voices played in her head, she turned to look at the one who cared for her, who helped her when the voice came to her. She tilted her head, curious and questioning. In his eyes she hoped to search for guidance, since now did she need it more than ever. Everyone seemed to be taking 'the Plan' so seriously, that it must have been very important for her to follow. Whatever Shiva told her, she would listen fully for the time being. Especially did she want to see him happy that 'the Plan' all went well. Somewhere in her heart she knew it would, whether that though was driven by naivety or hope was up for debate.

 

[Dominaiscna]

The morning rays filtered down through the clouds, lighting up the Avian's bare back and large wings in a blinding white. There Abraxos sat basking in the warmth of the sun, perched upon a large rock by the river. A cool breeze rustled through the trees around him and tickled his feathers, causing the young man to sigh softly with peace and satisfaction. Slowly he stretched his arms out above him, groaning as he flexed the muscles of his back and spread his stiff wings. Wow he was out of shape. Then the young man bent forward, dipped his hands into the water and splashed the cool liquid over his face, causing glistening droplets to trickle down his bare chest and warm skin. Breathing out, the Avian ran a hand through his loose white hair before tying it all back from his face. Getting up, he walked over to where his outer clothes lay drying out on the rocks next to his long sword and began dressing.

He'd flown all night from his home village, leaving the previous afternoon for the city where their mission would take place. With the veil of night to protect him from most prying eyes, he was able to travel safely and by the next morning, he'd reached the farms and fields near the city though had to stop by the river, a safe distance from the urbanized area to lower the chances of him being seen. Around midnight previously, a few rain clouds had passed over head and left him cold to the bones with his clothes soaked and clinging to his skin. Luckily, the oil on his wings was able to ward off most of the rain so his flight wasn't hindered, but by the next day he had to rest, strip down and dry off in the sun, bathing his wings in the sand to get rid of the dampness.

Once he was completely dressed and kitted out, the young Avian took off for the city, catching some breakfast along the way. once he was near enough, he shifted completely into a bird form and flew over the ramparts and fortified walls, heading for the castle without drawing the attention of the sentries posted to look out for Avians and other creatures of the air. As he glided gracefully over the buildings, Abraxos couldn't help feel nostalgic as he recognized well known places and landmarks. Things had changed so much.. but in a way, it was still the same city from back then.

Time was drawing closer to the moment everyone would have to take their place for the mission. Luckily, Abraxos had kept a good track of time so as he was circling over the castle, a familiar voice whispered in his mind to ask everyone for their positions, to which a few replied. His voice was deep, strong and slightly husky as he replied with Abraxos. I am in place. Tell me when I should strike. From his position above, he kept an eye out for the elf he would be working with all the while selecting out a few sentries he would be taking down. Circling lower, the white goshawk waited patiently for her to give the word.

 

[PenguinFox]

Triven's eyes narrowed as he watched a sentry lock a balcony door again. He was leaning against a chimney from a rooftop across from the castle. All he needed was an all ready from his 'companions' and for that sentry to make one mistake. He brought the apple he was holding to his mouth and took the last bite before tossing it off the roof. He felt a twinge of anxiety stir in his chest. He had been pulling these kinds of risky plans off for several years now, the only difference here was that a friend was involved. He pushed that thought deep down so he could focus. He began pacing the roof, impatient for the signal. He began to hum a lullaby from his childhood to himself, it relaxed his nerves some and passed the time.

Before long a flash of movement caught his eye. Triv's head twitched in the direction immediately, a small smirk coming to his face seeing his avian partner. He didn't know much about him, mostly because he didn't ask, so he hoped the avian could handle himself. Soon thoughts began pouring into his mind, but not his own. Everyone was checking in at their respective positions. The elf's gaze returned to the Sentry who had opened the door to the balcony and stepped on to it. He would be there only for another few moments. As much as he hated it he had to signal everyone he was ready and in place. I am in place as well, Abraxos he concentrated on the message to send it across to all. Triv was still uncomfortable with the whole concept of connected minds. He was also uncomfortable with using his name; years of keeping himself secret had become habit.

The male elf grabbed the rope he had tied to the chimney and began tying the other end to an arrow. Notching the arrow he aimed for the wardrobe he could see through the balcony doors. In an instant all the things that could go wrong flashed through his mind. "Well, you always did like to make an entrance." he muttered to himself before shaking off his doubts. I will be inside the moment the word is given he sent the word out again just to emphasize his impatience. Triv's return had been a long time coming and he was tired of waiting. He was ready to rescue his old friend, but he had other motives for going in for Teletra and they were just as important to him.

 

[Xanto]

A soft child’s hand gently grasped onto the thin braid attached to Ryan’s head and gave it a light tug. The man tilted his head pulling his hair away from the young girl before rapidly jolting his face forward pretending to bite her, “Rawr!” “NOOO!” Ryna, Ryan’s five-year-old niece, swung her compacted fist toward her uncle who pretended to receive a left uppercut. Ryan had just informed his family about his upcoming period of absence and reminded them about what to do in case of emergency. He never truly told them about what he was actually going off to do during his momentary absence though. With a few improvisational excuses and random ideas from nearby conversations, Ryan was able to generally give off the idea that he was visiting a potential weapons client. However, thanks to his older brother who had only a slight clue about Ryan’s mission, it sounded as if Ryan was going out to court some girl.

The man sighed placing his niece down. The excuse did not matter as long as the rest of his family was unaware of this operation just as they were about his assassin outings. “Don’t you worry brother. We’ve held the fort down before” Yousef, Ryan’s older brother, smirked as he casually lifted a hammer to rest on his right shoulder. After a few more sly remarks, lectures, and playful attacks, Ryan was off to his next mission. A voice had contacted him the previous day about a rebellion against the kingdom’s current king.

Good. Ryan never really enjoyed the Daleus guy anyway. Although Daleus kept his family in good hands due to the fact that they were the king’s main weapon suppliers, he did not agree with the way their items were being used. Ryan had to be extra careful about his role during the rebellion. Once anyone placed two and two together about him being the blacksmith’s nephew, then he knew what was in for his easily accessible family.

Hood. Mask. Whip. Blades. Check. The young assassin ran a few more items through his checklist as he traveled to the group’s meeting place. He decided to wear the hood during Assassins Guild assignments, wear the mask during any rebellion mission, and let loose when none of that was happening. The hood was detachable. The last thing the guy needed was someone interrogating his assassinations. The mask was basically a face sleeve that Ryan pulled up just below his eyes. Think of a half ski mask.

Once he arrived to the large shed with the half mask pulled onto his face, Ryan tied up some blankets next to him and took a long rest. The man was drifting off to sleep just before he heard a familiar voice say, “It’s nearly time.” Time? Ryan thought to himself crossing over to the sweet sleepy-TIME! The reckless human immediately did a kip up off the ground and dashed over to his position. His body was in shock, but once he situated himself it was all good.

This is what we gotta work with, huh? Ryan observed his surroundings and felt the tunnel’s entrance with his bare hands. Alright, it’s doable. He brought his hand back up to adjust the mask on his face, while thinking about the incoming mental messages. It was not the first mental message he had received, but is was one of the first ones he had to reply to. He stayed silent for most if not all of the other mental discussions. How does this thing work? Ah shoot, you can hear me already, no? Well, I’m in place and ready for your command. Ryan cringed at his own reply, but shrugged it off knowing that he would eventually get better at it.

 

[Aio]

Asta Vonner

"Can ye not read sweet heart? You can look but not touch!" One of the merchants snapped at Asta, grabbing the stone away from her hand. The action pulled Asta away from her thoughts, blinking her eyes several times as she gathered herself. Her hand still held towards her face as her eyes fell where the stone used to be in her hand before the merchant so kindly snatched it from her. Pursing her lips to stop herself from saying anything she might regret, simply glaring at the merchant for questioning her intellegence. With this she turned and walked away, heading towards the designated area that had been established for her.

It was almost time for what Asta called the "big event". Asta never imagined she be in this kind of situation, but here she was getting ready to break into the place she vowed never to step foot in again. Not that she would complain, just a few months ago she was the one trapped inside. Her wounds just now healing from the chains she was forced to wear. Asta picked at the bandages that were wrapped around her wrists so that she did not have to look at the scars beneath.

Nearing the meeting point she listened to the familiar voice in her head alerting her it was nearing the time to begin their invasion. Once she arrived Asta noted the man standing near the tunnels entrance, questioning if the tunnel would be tall enough for the man before her to fit. Asta personally had no worries mainly due to her small stature. Coming up behind him she chuckled, crossing her arms in front of her causing the jewlery on her arms to make her presence known. She listened to him speak through the link, shaking her head. Her eyes going to wards the entrance of the tunnel as she went through the plan in her head.

Xanto

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

</Silas Nero/>

Palm side up, face down, roaring your lungs out. Don't ignore the dripping tears either, they're the ones who make him look like he was five. Might sound strange to some, but it was how Silas had woken up the last few weeks. Well, strange to him too, but it sure beat not sleeping at all. Not to mention that afterwards you'd awake as can be. He had a lot of recurring nightmares, most about people he's killed coming after him but at least those were fairly easy to dismiss. It stuck to him worse when he saw the people he actually cared about.

Either way, the loud wake-up routine made it far too embarrassing to sleep at inns or anywhere else that wasn't very private. It was sad, but now and again he even missed the dungeon cells. At least there he fit in, at least there the behaviour wasn't... unusual. So he'd slept out in the forest, probably giving any early-morning-foresters heart attacks too.

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The mornings were always the worst.

Silas wiped the glistening streams from his face and scanned the immediate area to make sure there was no one around. Satisfied with the results he rose from his bedroll and let the mellow morning winds fan his bare body, drying the sweat off of him. It was far warmer down here than it was up north, and he was a very warmblooded person even by dark elf standards. The low angle of the descending moon spread a silver light through the trees and over the campsite, making his gear gleam. He threw the bedroll over it to hide its shimmer. Wouldn't want anyone to catch sight of it.

There was a calm stream nearby, knee-deep but enough that he could wash himself off. He couldn't leave it well enough alone, what if someone smelled him? It'd be something ridiculous to risk the entire plan on. The water was cold anyway, a nice change of pace in this part of the country.

Silas sat down on his knees and splashed the water over his chest. The sight of his bare hand and the tattoo that adorned it nearly made him flinch. Almost to try and wash the sight out he dunked his head under the surface. Suddenly a million passed pictures flashed behind his eyelids. An arrow from in-between the trees, lodging itself in his back. A group of bandits ambushing him. An old memory of a port town in the west... ripples traveling outwards from a set of bubbles that slowly faded.

He kicked and fell backwards onto the water-polished rock, trying to catch his breath. It was the minutes after waking up that really got to him, something about the involuntary feelings that dreams could put you through always had him on edge.

The mornings were always the worst.

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Capital city of Partheon was a place befitting of its title, and the distant clouds had started to take a hue closer to orange before Silas had reached its gates. It made him stand out from the rest of the place as just a slight shade darker.

He had the cloth from around his neck pulled up over his nose and stuck to the shadows of alleyways as he always would. Cold steel pressed against his body in several locations, and his sword and dagger were tightly secured along his body. Perhaps he didn't completely circumvent looking suspicious, but at least not outright illegal. Didn't matter anyway, nobody he didn't want seeing him saw him.

There was an old winery that connected to the emergency tunnels beneath the castle. Very few knew of them, even fewer of how to access them, but it seemed that the mastermind behind the operation knew much. Silas was uncertain of why he decided to help out in the first place, but then again if there was going to be a war then he'd rather be on the loyalist's side.

Each step was soundless, even on the old floors of the winery. Through the musky air he could smell two individual smells. Two humans- no wait, one human, one... something else. But it did remind him of a human, mixed maybe. Hardly mattered. "It's nearly time."The voice sparked up in his head, just like it had so many times before. The others chimed in one by one, until finally it was only him left.

He followed their scent and found himself looking at their backs by the emergency tunnel. "I am here." He shortly replied, before pulling the cloth down and revealing his face to his two partners. Asta Vonner, the mage, looked sickly as always. She had a porcelain far-east-beauty sort of image, but she always seemed like a village outcast. Not the unfortunate type, but the type that was thrown out because nobody could stand them. Ryan Decarlo on the other hand seemed like the family type, real hard-working sort of man. No doubt he could make great business in Silas' line of work simply by the trickery if he was as ferocious as he was kind. Didn't make much of a difference anyway, he hardly cared for either.

Without stopping for bullshit he walked directly up to the grate and gazed into it. His face was devoid of any noticeable emotion when he looked back at Asta. "Keep your distance behind us or we'll attract every guard within a five mile radius," he turned to Ryan "and you may lead if you are confident in your abilities."

Aio Xanto

 

[Xanto]

Ryan had heard a clang of jewelry prior to replying to the voice in their heads. He only really made the effort to acknowledge the sound after cringing at his own mental response. The man looked over his shoulder then lowered his eyes to meet a small female’s face just in time to catch her shaking her head. What was this minion shaking her head at? . . . maybe the amateur response. Hm alright, she has every right. Ryan thought to himself momentarily studying the girl with a raised brow. She seemed eccentric. Similar to any other new acquaintance, Ryan had much to learn about this one.

Just before he was about to look back straight ahead, a new figure made his way into the picture and started spouting. “I can get the job done,” Ryan replied shifting his gaze to the dark looking guy. His skills were not the best, but Ryan could accomplish the mission with what he had. “I’ll go first, but since I don’t know your abilities I won’t play leader,” The assassin mentioned noting that his partners could probably be just as magical as the voice in his head. “I got a few specifics for us while we follow the general plan though. If you have anything better then just say so,” He finished off after fully turning forward to look back into the dark tunnel.

The voice said that the tunnel would lead to the dungeons. Since the path was dark, it meant that hardly anyone walked through it. “It’s a dungeon. There may be one or two traps set for us in here with a handful or less of guards next to the cells. Worst-case scenario, ” Ryan said, “other than that, it should be easy access.”

Knowing there was a probability that at least one of the three of them would not be able to function without an articulate plan, Ryan kept his idea open-ended. “The specifics? Approach with caution and keep at least two imaginary bodies worth of space between each of ours in case something strikes,” The blue eyed human stated. Ryan took another breath before continuing his thoughts, “If you two would like a splayed out plan just say so. That’s all I got for this tunnel. I don’t really know what the dungeon looks like, but we might be able to ask the voice in our heads for details if you want a plan.”

Aio Prizzy Kriyze

 

[McMajestic]

Shiva followed after Keanore, stopping once he was inside and pulling his katana out to look at it one last time before they were both sent into a potential suicide mission. Being a distraction was their safest bet. He could stay close to his little dragon and if anything went wrong at least they weren't in the castle where they could easily be surrounded. He pressed his thumb against the blade, feeling the sharpness, drawing just a little bit of blood that he wiped off on his black clothes. It was still sharp, even though he had been practicing for the last few days on a tree. It was a faerie weapon, which meant it's endurance was twice that of a normal sword, but it still worried him that it could go dull at any moment. He had multiple little scabs on his thumb because of it, though he didn't mind.

He let the katana fall back into place on his back, walking over to Keanore after she put the cloak on and pulling the hood down even farther over her face. "We have to go, Keanore. You remember what you have to do, right?" It was a little trick he had taught her once he realized what they'd need to do. She looked like a reptile and so he had taught her to breathe fire in a sense. Dragons hadn't been since in hundreds of years so to instill the fear that they were back would send the entire inner city into chaos. "Just put this in your mouth and don't swallow it." He had put the fuel she would need into a cup, but kept hold of it for now since he didn't quite trust her to carry it on her own. "Then you gotta spit it out, like I showed you with the water, right onto the fire, alright?" Shiva had showed her the little breathing fire trick quite a few times, and had also just used water from rivers they passed on their journey to demonstrate it. He hoped she remembered everything. "As soon as I light the fire you can do it." Again, something else he didn't trust her worth.

He knew Keanore was capable of many things, but he didn't want to take any chances with something as dangerous as fire. "Come on, everyone else is ready. It's just us now." He turned towards the exit and started walking, nerves already beginning to fill him up. Just minutes ago he had been fine but now... now it was real. As he stepped outside of the shed it was one hundred percent real. The thought made him hesitate, made him want to trap Keanore safely in the shed, but he knew he couldn't do that. So far now he led the way to their position. Right in front of the castle. Where the crowds were already beginning to form. He lit up the torch, but held it down for a moment, trying to think a way out of them being noticed but also knowing it was impossible. It was now or never.

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Teletra squirmed slightly in her seat, feeling uncomfortable sitting at such a big table with so little people. It was just her and Daleus. She wondered if he always ate alone, or if perhaps dining with the queen he overthrew was just a special occasion. "You're not eating," he pointed out, and Teletra chose to ignore his comment, instead staring at the plate that had all kinds of food she hadn't eaten in a year on it. It didn't feel right to eat without ker King at the table too, without all their friends there. "If you don't eat I'll move your death up to now." For a long moment, Teletra sat in stubborn silence, refusing to believe his threat.

Just before he could stand though, she took a nibble out of the turkey on her plate, and once again he smirked, as if she was playing into his hand. Little did Daleus know Teletra had him playing into hers. As long as he thought she was weak and afraid, he wouldn't have more than a handful of guards in the dining room, and that would make it easy enough for her and Ethan. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" She could have scoffed, but she didn't. Instead she ate another bite, ashamed of herself for doing so but knowing she had to. She was even more ashamed at her own thoughts of how amazing it tasted. To think, so many of her people were starving and weak, were dying, were already dead, and she was eating a pleasant meal with the tyrant who did it all to them.

"Is there anything you'd like to say?" Daleus asked, and even though it was a question Teletra knew he wasn't asking. He wanted to hear her voice shake, he wanted to watch her keep her eyes down as she spoke to him, he wanted to laugh at her. She grabbed her cup, taking a long gulp of the wine he had poured for the both of them. She then turned to him, looking into his dark eyes and noticing the slight surprise at her being bold enough to meet his gaze. "I'd like to say that you're evil and you're not going to keep my kingdom forever." Now she was using the same voice she normally had when she was being condescendingly sweet. It was steady after taking that drink to make sure her throat wasn't dry. "And when you are overthrown by any one of my brave people, they will kill you in a much slower way than you plan to kill me." She smiled, a fake smile, but the closest to a real one she'd come to in an entire year.

Daleus sneered, getting to his feet. before she could react she felt a sharp pain cross over her face and she fell out of her chair onto the ground, her eyes squeezed shut from the pain. She was sure she was bleeding, though she didn't dare open her eyes to find out. "You're lucky I'm making an example out of you, or I'd kill you right now." He swiped her plate down onto the ground, and it hit her shoulder before skidding across the room. His footsteps moved away from her finally, and she dared to look over her shoulder, noticing he was sitting back down, as if nothing had ever happened. He continued to eat, watching her as she sat up on the floor, obvious irritation in his eyes even as he tried to mask it. Teletra started to stand, thinking she should back down at least, but all too soon his voice rang out. "It seems our prisoner doesn't know manners. We should probably teach some to her one last time." Two guards started walking towards Teletra and she bit her lip. I'm about to be out of reach. Let's get this plan rolling. Now.

 

[FlameintheRoses]

Her eyes trailed over him as he spoke, listening intently to his words. Bits and pieces were understood, though from all the practice he did to show her how the plan would go, she understood. Quickly she nodded her head, wanting him to know her understanding.

Keanore followed him along to the designated area, walking briskly alongside the faerie to begin the plan. His words were serious, yet all in the same uneasy. It was clear he was nervous, though she wasn't sure why. What was upsetting him? They had nothing to fear.

Finally they reached the spot, with Shiva lighting up the torch. Keanore took one long glance at her protector underneath her hood. It was time. She grabbed the cup of liquid and brought it up to her lips. The substance poured into her mouth, feeling thick and unusual. The taste was the oddest part, the part she hated the most. She stopped herself from swallowing it, holding it with her cheeks puffed to show that it was still in there. Now. Slowly she took off her hood, removing it so her body to be seen. She was a little dragon, Shiva's little dragon.

As soon as she could, she grabbed the torch and puffed the fuel out, shooting a wave of fire over the crowd's heads. The plan was in motion. People looked to her direction, many screaming. They were afraid. Keanore only stopped puffing fuel when it was all gone. Immediately she handed Shiva the torch, moving down to the level of the crowd with her weapon wrapped by her tail.

She hopped down in the middle. The humans backed up, terrified. They clutched their children, while guards started to become more alert. Keanore grabbed her weapon, waving it from side to side. A low hiss bellowed from her throat, turning every now and then into a reptilian growl.
Every chance she got, she jumped towards the humans, aiming her weapon at them. They backed up, she moved forward. It was entertaining to see their faces, though she had to take this seriously. With every bit of her she would fight or flee, all depending on how the others reacted. Panic settled in to the people of Partheon either way.

 

[JokerValentine]

Interacting with: Teletra McMajestic

From above, the lycan's superior audits could hear the sound of chaos many feet above, trampling over the buried pathways beneath the Keep. And so it had indeed begun. The lycan took a deep breath, searching his mind for any sort of command he missed, any sort of indicator he should begin, as if he were a racecar driver waiting for the green flag. Except, this time, the stakes were easily higher, and the car was not an invention as of yet. In his natural, human form, the male decided to make the way through the catacomb-like pathways until he could see light. The sound of chaos was rather pertinent in the air. The sounds of the rush, it filled the dormant caves like a tidal wave. And alas, the window of opportunity had begun its slow closure.

The lycan male emerged, looking rather circumspect, from the shadowy abyss. People all over the place were running rampant, especially the guardsmen. The very ones which ushered him away from these very walls now ran here and there in a pure panic. Ethan couldn't help but smile, seeing such terrible fools seem so frantic. Still in his natural form, the male was able to blend in rather well. Of course, what could give him away were his discolored eyes. The golden ring around his iris was usually a telltale sign of lycanthropy, but as long as people were none the wiser, they wouldn't tell the difference.

That's when another message reached his ears. With unmistakable certainty, he knew it to be Teletras pleas. I'm about to be out of reach. Let's get this plan rolling. Now. The lycan's head nearly rattled at the new verbage directed at all. DId she not know? Concentrating quickly, the lycan decided to reply. It's in motion, my queen. Hold tight. With that, the sneaking lycan masqueraded as a panicking human, trying to look the part as other villagers ran away in all directions. He played the part well, pretending to fear his life at the hands of the other beastkin. It was going well, nobody spent a moment to feel suspicious of a man running towards the castle. Even the guards seemed to think very little of it. That was, at first. When he approached the high citadel, it became difficult for him.

A guardsmen, fleeing from his post to settle the commotion, seemed to recognize another peasant. Of course, by taking the time to look closer at his approaching face, he suspected this man to be a lycan. Immediately, there was a look of fear on his face, then of anger. The guardsman raised his sword at the supposed lycan, still in his human form. "Lycan at the citadel!" the guardsman bellowed, attacking the poor fellow. Except it wasn't at all a lycan, it was a poor peasant. The boy was slain in the streets, a victim of his yellowed eyes and the fear of the guardsman. But there was no time to grieve for the lad suspected of being anything but human. Ethan had to move on, lest he be next.

 

[Dominaiscna]

Abraxos

As words from his allies filtered through his mind, the white goshawk let the wind carry him over the castle as he mapped out the area, burning every detail he could see from above into his memory. He even spied his partner Triven with an arrow nocked and ready to let it fly.
Every once in a while, he would let out an ear piercing cry across the sky, drawing the attention of few of the guards posted outside who looked up to see the streak of white against the blue of the sky. Few pairs of eyes lifted and gazed in awe at the beautiful aerial dance the avian performed in the air before continuing on with the rest of their work. In actuality, his performance was to draw attention to himself, as well as signal to the help he had called for. Luckily, Abraxos's keen eyes spied the small flock of birds heading towards the castle with a raven at its head. He'd sent Sable Back the night before to get some assistance from his legion and it seemed that his feathered friend was quite successful.

Wheeling around, he headed back to the area where they would be clearing for Triven's entrance and Teletra's exit, knowing that the other birds of prey had spotted him and would follow his lead. I am heading the attack on the battlements. Once they were closing in on the battlements and sentries who they were targetting, Abraxos circled around once more to let the flock catch up before dropping in the air, diving towards the poor, unsuspecting sentry below. The young man hadn't a second to react as the bird of prey attacked him, pushing him over the wall and sending him toppling off of the battlements. Luckily, as Abraxos had remembered, there were bundles of haystacks below that cushioned his fall, leaving him dazed and stunned after the surprise attack, but safe.

As the white goshawk landed on one of the stone merlons, the flock of 15 or so avians of his legion flew past him to target the rest of the sentries posted on the battlements in their current area of the castle. Though they were weaker fighters in their bird forms, it was best for his allies to not transform and give out information that the Avians were assisting the Rebels. For all the guards knew, the murder of birds might've been summoned through witchcraft. Besides, even as birds, a legion of well trained fighter Avians could easily over powered a handful of sentires. Each guard was swarmed and taken down one by one and as the chaos and panic ensued, Abraxos concentrated into his mind in order to communicate with his partner. Triven. Go now.

With that said, the Avian spread his wings, let out a piercing battlecry and rejoined the fight.

Mentioned : PenguinFox McMajestic

 

[Aio]

Asta Vonner

"I was worried you were never going to make it." Asta spoke in response to Silas's appearance, nodding at Ryan before turning to listen to Silas. Asta cocked her eyebrow at the two at there obvious disapproval of her a small smirk appearing on her lips. Slidding off her bracelets as she placed them on a nearby branch, as they were an obvious distraction to the two men before her. She listened to their plans. Asta never played well with others, and was never good at taking orders no matter the situation. But she knew she had to play nice as she owed the rebelles at least that much for saving her. Although it was proving hard, crossing her arms to hide her clenched fist.

"Look I'm bangle free, and not that that's out of the way lets talk about how things are really going to go down. Sure I can stay far behind and sure we can keep space between up but there will be one of my creatures ahead and behind us incase anything happens it not as if we would lose any living breathing person." Tapping her foot on the ground two figures began to build themselves from the into the shape of soldiers behind her. They were of the same design of soldiers she had created for the king when she was held. They helped aid in the kings mission to rid the kingdom of the rebellion and now they were being used for the opposite side.

Looking from Ryan to Silas she smiled as she heard the voice signaling them to start the mission. "I'm going to say that our time for planning has ended so on we go." Asta spoke, waving her arm as one of the soldiers took the grate off of the entrance allowing her other soldier to climb down with Asta climbing down after it. " Well don't just stand there. We have orders remember?" With this she disappeared below the surface, the mud soldier urdging the men to follow behind as it held the grate open for them to follow after Asta.

Prizzy Kriyze Xanto

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

</Silas Nero/>​

'Talkative.' Silas noted. He wasn't used to company, and he certainly wasn't used to partners on a mission. Socializing hadn't been his strong side for several years, but this man seemed friendly. Too friendly to be stuck in a place like this, in this situation. Once, maybe Silas would've wondered where he came from, what his motivation was, but not now. He wasn't even rooting on him to live through the mission. Death wasn't something he wished on anyone, but nobody had the true right to stay alive. It was all bound to change one way or another. Maybe even here.

He stayed silent and only nodded once the man had finished speaking. "Fair enough. I know the dungeons, don't put more pressure on the mage." He spoke. Not too many words, not too few. Just the way he was comfortable.

Whilst stuck waiting he pulled the cloth back over his mouth and silently stared into the darkness. Not really thinking, only doing nothing. Nobody could ever accuse him of not being patient. That was, until an uncomfortable clanking filled his ears. Asta had relieved herself of the unwieldy bangles he noted with his head barely turned to even look at her. He gave her a nod, but regretted it once she opened her mouth.

There was no definitive way of determining what her tone of voice meant, but the content of her speech was... asinine. With their limited time, she decided to completely uproot the plan and call her own, then use magic. Magic that could possibly be traced if the king had a magician specialized in that. Silas wasn't exactly good at working together, but this was outright jeopardizing everything. Then she disregarded her plan and went forward on her own, with the audacity for calling them out on not acting. That's when Silas realized the sensation she gave off. Childish entitlement.

But his anger was as numb as everything else. From his position adjacent to the entrance he looked down at her and replied "Before we act they must begin the upstairs operation. Don't act foolishly." before calmly following them down into the tunnel. If she chose to take the lead, she may. Silas wasn't going to stop natural selection.

Aio Xanto

 

[PenguinFox]

Triv's concentration broke for a moment as all hell seemed to break loose somewhere down below him. Refocusing himself he saw the sentry had turned his back to where an arrow would be whizzing by. In an instant he heard the signal from his avian compatriot and he let the arrow fly the next. A small smirk rose to his face as the arrow hit it's target. He put his bow over the makeshift zipline, held on tight and jumped.

As Triv slid across the gap he looked down to see the commotion he heard earlier. His allies were providing a distraction in the main courtyard, no one would bother looking up to see the elf intruder, surely. The elf's gaze then wandered upwards to where Abraxos was creating an aerial distraction; no sentries above Triv would look down to see him. The only one he had to worry about was the one he was speeding towards.

As he neared his balcony landing point he started to swing his legs from side to side, giving him some momentum to get a good kick to the sentry's face. The plan was perfect in theory, but things rarely go as planned and instead of hitting the man in the head and knocking him out, the elf hit the guard in the shoulder. With a roll Triv dropped to the floor and got up to face the man, glaring angrily at him. Thinking quickly he swept the man's legs out from under him, grabbed his bow from the line and as the guy started to stand he had a bow slammed into the back of his head.

The elf gently kicked the body on the floor with no response. He was either dead or unconscious, either way he was no longer a threat and that's all that mattered. Triven shrugged and walked into the castle. "Could've gone better." he mumbled to himself before getting his bearings and trying to think of where the queen would be at that moment.

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

</Silas Nero/>​

Once traversing through the dimly lit tunnels beneath the surface, images started coming back to Silas. Slight flashbacks, spread moments in time. After all, he'd spent a substantial amount of months here too before being admitted a free man. It made him uneasy, which he in turn suppressed with anger. Anger that soon dissipated into nothingness, except an urge to get something done. To shape the world just like he thought it deserved. Keeping the impulses down required iron grit from his end, but since Silas always had a perpetually tired expression on his face it wasn't very noticeable at all.

It was fine for a while, but once the voices starting talking it got worse. The mix of memories, guilt, enclosed space was getting him worked up. He couldn't be patient with it anymore. He exhaled heavily. Acquiescing to her initiative he'd been letting Asta take the lead, but now he stared holes into the back of her skull. How much farther was there? They should be waiting for the guards to leave the dungeons. But that would be letting them get away. Well they haven't really done anything especially wrong, have they? They keep us here.

"Get the fuck out of my way." The last thought made Silas' face twitch, and a moment later he rudely pushed his way past Asta and sprinted down the tunnel as fast as he could. Time to get this fucking over with.

Slowly he realized where he was, but he wasn't sure where he was going anymore. Where was it that they held the wizard? No idea. Next step? Kill the guards, that'd probably help the mission considerably. Might've been his plan all along though, that part wasn't all that clear anymore. Convenient that as he rounded that last corner, there was one standing there too. Chainmail and mace, even a helmet without a visor.

Unfortunate design flaw. The guard must've heard him coming, because his mace was drawn as he stood in the center of the tunnel. Didn't make him fast enough though, as Silas' parted fingers burried deep enough through his eyes to scrape at his front lobes. He released a hellish screams that echoed through the dungeons but silenced when his skull smashed against a wall, driving Silas' fingers through that last little bit of resistance before everything turned soft and mushy.

A sloppy pop was heard as he retracted his fingers and let the guard slide down to the floor. Two more immediately entered the room from either side when Silas passed through the doorway, each with a halberd held before them. Silas unclipped his dagger from its chain and tossed it into the throat of the first guard, then ducked under the second's spear and tackled him into the wall hard enough for him to lose his balance and fall to the floor. His helmet slid off, and Silas didn't wait to test his plated soles against his temples. The first produced a resounding cracking sound, the second mangled the back of his head into the ground.

Clots of blood and mucus of various colors mixed and sunk between the cracks in the stone bricks as Silas went to retrieve his knife. The guard wasn't dead yet, but producing some gurgling sound while blood filled his lungs through his wind pipes. Must've hit part of his spine or something, he wasn't moving much from the neck down. Silas crouched and put a hand over his mouth. "Sh-sh-sh... It'll be over soon, pass peacefully..." He whispered before forcing the knife sideways, tearing through veins and tendons on its way through his throat. The guard coughed up blood over Silas' hand and released more muffled distressed sounds whilst his eyes rolled back in their sockets. Impulsively angry, Silas started pressing down over his mouth harder whilst the knife went deeper. Deeper. Blood spewed out of the sloppy gash between head and collar. He pressed harder. The outline of the knife's tip was visibly creasing the skin from the inside of the front of his throat. He pressed harder.

Crack.

Silas stopped. The guard didn't move anymore. His mouth was bleeding, half his teeth broken from the jaw and laying like little sugar cubes in the back of his throat, still with little bits of the palate sticking to some. The knife protruded on the other side of his neck, and Silas looked like he just walked through a slaughterhouse. "... Well that's a right fucking entrance." He muttered, wiping the blade off on the Guard's tabard and stumbling back to the center of the room. He eyed each of the exits, then shrugged and picked one on random.

There was no way to go but forward.

Aio

 

[McMajestic]

The world was closing in on Teletra as gloved hands wrapped around her arms, yanking her away from the chair, from the table of food, from Daleus. He stood with a smirk on his face, watching, as the once brave queen Teletra was dragged towards the exit, reduced to a lowly prisoner. She scowled, a vicious noise leaving her throat. Something between a growl and a snarl. "You'll never win," she hissed, the words she had been telling him ever since her capture. Although now she was alone. The voices in her head were quiet and she was getting closer and closer to a place where no one would think to look. She could have sobbed right then if not for how weak that would have made her look.

"Oh, but I already have, Teletra. I can see it in your eyes." The guards paused and Daleus moved to stand across from her. "You're terrified because reality is setting in, yes? The truth of the matter has finally slapped you in the face. You won't even be allowed to walk to your final moments on a balcony overlooking the kingdom. They'll have to drag you, and I'll make sure of that." He smirked, always so calm. It made Teletra's blood boil. She jumped up off the ground, kicking her leg out to smack him in the face. He caught her ankle with ease and her eyes widened. "No, no, no. I'm-"

"What, are you sorry?" He laughed, twisting her ankle painfully. A snap echoed throughout the room and then a scream. Her foot fell back in its place, though she didn't dare let it touch the ground anymore. "Funny, I thought I'd get to break both of them in a few minutes, guess I'll just have to deal with one." Now she sobbed. The pain of a clean break was something she hadn't experienced in a while. It was overwhelming. To think, her mouth had gotten her in this mess. Why couldn't she just play along? A good queen never played along, though, right? Her rebellion towards Daleus was something she had to do till the very end.

And yet, even as the sudden sound of chaos outside began to rumble in the halls, she could feel her spirit cracking. They were coming, but she couldn't walk, let alone run. It was better to leave her behind. Just focus on the mages. Don't worry about me, she thought in hopes everyone who was supposed to help her break out would leave her to die. She'd only hinder them all anyways.

"Sir! King Daleus, the... there's a... a ... a tiny dragon!" An advisor to the king rushed into the room just then, screaming in a panic about a... dragon? Teletra laughed out loud at that. One guard kicked her broken leg, and she winced, falling silent. "Tiny dragon? As in... small? As in not a priority problem to come yell at me about?" Daleus hissed. "It's caused panic in the main city. Word spreads fast when an oversized lizard breathes fire into a crowd," the advisor attempted to defend himself, and Daleus rolled his eyes, obviously annoyed with the problem at hand. "Alright, move the guards in the southern wings to the north and we'll calm down the crowd. Oh, and be useful for once and get some of the sentry to shoot the tiny dragon down."

"Um, s- sir, there's another problem with that." Daleus's eye twitched. "What in all the gods- what could possibly be wrong now?" he snarled, obviously losing his patience. "The sentry... they're not responding."
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Shiva was the epitome of panic. He had only planned on Keanore to breathe fire, not to jump into the crowd and start causing a scene. "Keanore!" he cried out, feeling his entire body begin to shake. The crowd's uproar at the creature made it difficult for even him to hear his own words though, and he stayed low in his hiding place, weighing the pros and cons of going to grab her. Pro; she wouldn't be turned into lizard kabob, con; everyone would see a faerie and freak out even more. He ran a hand through his hair, wondering why he was even thinking about this. "Keanore, you turn my hair gray," he muttered, peaking back up over the wall.

No one was stopping to make fun of her size, but instead trying to run away from the sharp weapon she was swinging around. He bit his lip, noticing more and more guards spilling out into the area. A handful of them had spotted Keanore and were coming for her. "No, no, no. This is not okay. I never should have agreed to this." They were moving in and she was facing the other direction, more focused on the crowd. He knew she could handle herself in most fights but these guards were the predators, and his poor little dragon was the prey.

Suddenly, there was no choice to make, and Shiva jumped into the air, flying up for a moment, just long enough for a large amount of people to be distracted by the sight of him, before diving down and plucking Keanore out of the crowd, flying back up into the air and looking for a safe spot to land. "You scared me, you know that? You gave me a heart attack. You, little dragon, are never going to do that again." He let out a heavy sigh, moving to land on a roof for now, catching the attention of most after his little stunt. It wasn't in the plan for him to be part of the scene but it was too late to turn back or too bother with worrying regrets. What's done is done, and he could only pray they'd be safe for now, even as guards chased after them. Shiva stood up a little taller, ready to fly at a moment's notice. Anything to get away from the main city that almost hated him as much as he hated them.

JokerValentine FlameintheRoses

 

[FlameintheRoses]

The more she approached the humans, the more they screamed or backed up. Her pupils turned to small slits by hearing such loud noises. It blurred her sense of hearing, thus frustrating her. Now she started to growl for real, gripping her blade tightly. The guards approaching her caused clanking to echo into the crowd, messing with her head. They sounded like they were all around, yet they were just behind her. Her head turned from side to side, glancing to look for the guards. Finally she looked behind herself, noticing them approaching. She raised her weapon to fight. Her breath suddenly was taken from her lungs, being swiped up into the air. The small creature sucked in air, looking down at the ground below. There was no stability, though at least she understood who was there with her when she looked up. "Shiva, no!" She spouted out in a childish manner. That was her fight. Alone she could have taken on the guards and ripped out their throats with ease, but instead she was taken away from the fight, away from her purpose in the plan. They had to be a distraction so that the others could save the mages. "Mages no safe, Shiva." Keanore looked up at him, then to the crowd of people. Guards went to chase them, and she watched as they approached. From there she arched her back, glaring at the opponents. If anything she wanted for this to end in their deaths. She harshly tugged on Shiva's shirt, noticing that he was speeding his wings to fly if need be. "No, Shiva. Stay." Before he could contest her, she moved towards the edge of the building, looking down at the guards, then back up at the stone castle. Her eyes squinted, noticing small people in the distance. Then, she noticed their weapons. All of the sudden a barrage of arrows flew from the sky, heading towards where they stood. Her immediate thought was to evade the situation, yet still she trained her eyes on the guards below, their weapons drawn and ready for action. "Keanore safe." She spoke out these few words before jumping down from the roof, aiming her weapon at the nearest target below her. Swiftly her weapon sliced through the first man's armor, cutting into his shoulder. The crowd noticed the brutality of her first move, turning to look away from the fight that was about to break out. If it meant saving the mages, she would kill anyone who got in her way.

McMajestic

 

[JokerValentine]

Interacting with: I don't know

Ethan's journey to the lofty citadel was accompanied by a multitude of hellish scenes. The chaos incited by his fellow creatures caused tons of harm. As Ethan slunk his way past the guards, he could see families rushing from their homes, guardsmen dying and killing humans suspected of treason. Thankfully he could avoid it, but then again, his heart was leaden at the realization that he could not save them. He was too wretched, a hunter that was hunted, and thus could not spare himself. He feared what would happen to him even if he dissuaded from the mission too. Would he be labeled a traitor? Would the free Teletra have him executed? Would she be killed?

Almost unseen, the male approached the tower where she was held. Ethan hid behind a bush, seeing there was still a substantial troop presence in his way. This time, there was no going around them. He would have to... let it feed. He wished it could be simpler, that there'd be a door he could use. And as he peered from his hiding spot to look for such a door, his face was spotted. A guardsmen, panicking and fearing the worst, turned his path towards the bush. "Come out from there! Or you will be put to death!" The angered warrior barked, hsi sword raised as he made his approach. The time had come.

With his adrenaline now at a high level, Ethan now lost control. He hunched over onto the ground, his body convulsing, expanding, It was already too much, that Ethan had vomited at the sounds filling the air. Quite quickly, his body size tripled, and the guardsman's suspicious turned to certainty. He was now face to face with a beast, but one that was not complete. Now Ethan began to sprout fur as his muscle proportions changed, his face no longer looking human. And now, more troops began to encircle him, their spears aimed but their minds woefully worried and unprepared. By the time they were in formation and organized, it was too late.

They did not stand a chance.


The beast roared as blood filled the air. in a fine mist. Bodies of a dozen or so warriors lay mutlated, but even in this form, the lycan remembered the mission at heart. It would be one he would have to force his way into, and what better way than to make an entrance? And by entrance, the lycan proceeded to the door to the castle, and ripped it from its hinges, throwing it aside like a paper towel. The beast entered the lofty castle, screams and shouts following as the dog did his duty.

 

[Dominaiscna]

Abraxos

There was blood... lots of blood, but no one was dead. The birds had easily taken control of the battlements due to the sheer number of the flock. With everything under their control, the white Goshawk could afford to leave and find his elven partner. Taking off, the bird of prey circled over the castle for scouting purposes. Just as he was arching back in the direction of Triven, Teletra's voice echoed in his head, telling them to focus on the mages. Almost immediately, Abraxos answered with My Queen, we will not leave you behind. His head voice was firm yet gentle at the same time.

Dropping to a lower level in the air, he scouted along the 2nd floor of the castle, eyes glancing into the clear glass windows, open doors and balconies in the hopes of finding some kind of clue as to the whereabouts of her majesty in the castle. Ever since a while ago, the wizard who had the ability to connect minds had fallen silent so there appeared that she would not be able to offer assistance or guidance. Thankfully, the bird's eye was soon caught by some movement in the rooms that one balcony lead to. Dipping lower, he spied a group of people in the room but his eyes were focused on someone who was unmistakably Queen Teletra. As he flew past the balcony, heading back in the direction of Triven, he let out a piercing cry in the hopes of signalling to the injured queen that she had been found.

It did not take him long to find his partner. Triven had made it into the castle through one of the windows, taking out an unfortunate guard on his way in. Follow me, I will find us a way to Her Majesty. If we should bump into any soldiers... I will leave them to you, elf. Abraxos spoke, flying past the elf and out into the halls of the castle. Considering that there were so many distractions, he could assume that there would not be too many guards left in their area of the palace. However, one should always be prepared. Please wait for us, my Queen. We are on our way.

After a couple of wrong turns and dead ends, Abraxos had found the right path leading to the private banquet hall. Fortunately, the bird was faster than the elf who was on foot, and hence he was able to cover up his mistakes with his speed so as to not hinder Triven's path. Also due to such, he reached the great room a good handful of seconds before his partner and beheld the situation before them. There was the King talking to someone who must have been an advisor of sorts. Though the avian's blood boiled at the sight of him, he knew to focus on their task of rescuing and safely transporting Teletra. The damned man would have to wait. Then, near the group with their backs to the hall out of which Ab and Triv would exit, were two guards who had their filthy hands on his queen.

Elf, I'll leave her Majesty and the one human to you. I will take down the other guard and cover you. Abraxos instructed as he silently shot into the room, heading straight for the group. Thankfully, all of the people were distracted with one thing or another so no one would've expected him. He dropped into a dive and transformed mid air into a full avian, striking and taking down one of the guards with his talons outstretched. Because of the armor Ab did not pierce flesh, but the guard was pinned down under his weight. The force of a fully grown bird man barreling into him at full speed would have been enough to knock him unconscious.

Slowly Abraxos drew his sword as he stood up to his full height. His large white wings snapped open, causing a burst of wind to rush outwards from him. To the more cowardly and fearful, he would have been incredibly intimidating.

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