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Fantasy Seiunita IC

TWO WEEKS AGO
“A sullen affair, is it not, brothers?” The stride of Jean's horse was slow and steady, as he and his comrades rounded the site of the destruction. The air was still florid with the biting stench of smoldering sulfur and ashes, the ground darkened to a pitch by the derisive attack of sorcerous fire — traces of magical were still lingering in the air. Bodies, charred and bloodied, decorated the sallow fields. Blood-red insects buzzed through the air, near the corpses, amidst the thick smoke.

The path turned to a slope as the horses walked about, bits and pieces of the ground had eroded to the furious warfare. One of the mages coughed, breaking the silence. Another rode up till he was beside Jean.

“It is, unfortunately.” The blackhand next to Jean answered promptly, his voice gruff and steely. He was tall and well-built, and from the little that one could see, he was dark-skinned — likely possessing a bit of heritage from the Karshian tribes of the Earth kingdom, who're known for their burgundy complexion and light-coloured eyes. The man tugged onto his reins, keeping it steady, and setting his eyes solely on their supposed destination.

“The bodies are still fresh.” Jean replied, after a small, hesitant pause. He instinctively tightened his choke on the horses's rein; the animal gave out a loud, hoarse growl. Jean winced at his sudden, awkward mistake, shifting uncomfortably within his seat. The rest of the blackhands didn't pay any attention to this slight mishap, or at the very least, feigned nonchalance.

“The destruction is recent.” The Karshian answered, likely the least silent of the bunch. His words were bold, emphasis spread liberally among his words, but 'destruction' audibly stood out the most.

“Burnas?” The word was accentuated with a thick quaver towards the end, making it sound more like 'Burnaus'. Jean averted his eyes from the road, fixing his eyes on the smoldering ruins of a building. Thick red veins, strong with residues of magic, ran through the wooden supports.

The mage hastened the horse with a kick from his spurs. “It seems like. It isn't weaponry.”

“The tangerine vapor-” Jean shuffled around the seat, veering his focus from the houses to the mage. “Powder smoke doesn't lumber sound like this, I say.”

“True.”

Jean turned back towards the road again, mimicking the stoic nature of his conversational companion. “Of irrelevant nature, but what was your name again?”

“Sven, sir.”

“I'll remember that.”

“Right.”

Jean shrugged, loosening his grip on the reins as the road became less narrow. Few more minutes of constant trodding, a look or two at the waves of destruction spread across the hilly terrain, until they reached an intersection, or what seemed like an intersection. The former king belted out a series of coordinated hand signals, slyly ordering the blackhands to subtly spread throughout the region and search for survivors, and in the process, clues. The talkative mage nodded, moving after his hasty allies. The four, excluding Jean, split into two and went sideways, left and right. Jean continued forward.

The blackhands, and to an extent Jean as well, were all dressed in complete black, dark cloaks, dusky bandanas, and hats with a wide-enough brim to shade the eyes — in the shade of the night, the outfits gave off, effectively, a mysterious air. Their horses were draped in a similarly-coloured dark grey, smoothly curved slabs of metal protecting their sloped faces and lithe necks. The armour blended well with their dark, speckled hide.

Admittedly, Jean's attire was of a more expensive nature. He wore a dim grey coat, that swayed downwards and stayed above the hips, with prudent signs of any buttons — the edges were lined with a maroon tint that gave more depth to his jacket. The old man wore a silk, off-white tunic and a pair of red sashes that hung on to his waists; his trousers were more modest, deep midnight trousers that were tucked into a pair of black downcuffs; over his elegant attire, he wore a rugged, onyx overcoat that hid all his armaments; above it, he donned a dark cloak, gilded with hardened gold, that portrayed minimalist yet thorough designs. His sword hung by his side, protruding from beneath and above the red sashes, wrapped in a well-oiled scabbard that dangled tightly from a belt concealed underneath the superficial ornaments. The handle was well visible, so was the shaft of the belt, but both were hidden by his overcoat. His throwing knives were packed into a hidden compartment within his trousers, crafted specifically to tailor his needs, hidden by his sashes. Fixed onto his overcoat, underneath his cloak on a leather holder visible to any curious pair of eyes, was his prized fighting dagger.

The rest of the blackhands, their hands full driving their horses, ventured in more somber clothing. A grave tone emanating from each pace they covered, their voices only vague whispers in the winds, their gestures precise and carefully constructed — not apparent at a single glance, but Jean had learned their ways. A cryptic stanza, a part of their many austere rules, designed to communicate with hands and subtle signals, so as to not betray any detail to nearby adversaries.

Jean had yet to learn of the more finer ways of the blackhand's primary form of communication — fortunately enough, they spoke traditional tongue, a more gothic, elongated form of it, but Jean usually understood.

The blackhands soon disappeared off into the lingering mist, leaving Jean alone to brood and wander about. He yanked at the rein of his horse, stopping at what seemed to be an end to the eyrie massacre. Bodies were strewn about, many of them detectable by their large, orcish frames; amongst them, one stood out terribly, a big one. He was large, brutish and sporting thick leather armour — strips of skin and flesh trailed down over his armour, implying that they simply didn't work.

The former king examined the thick creases of bodies, slightly expecting a foe or a friend to pop out. None did, of course.

Jean gingerly bowed over his horse, stepping off from it, before treading closer to the body. A single glance, a more steadier one, and he discovered that it wasn't just a body — rather, the brute was still alive and writhing in pain. Quite a pathetic sight for a man like Jean, if not slightly surprising. Few could survive such a barrrage of eroding magic. Jean didn't betray any sign of shock, instead, bending his head slowly towards the orc. He leaned closer, now on both of his knees, tightening his lips.

“Who,” Jean said, stopping low enough for the groaning bastard to hear. “Did this, dog? Who?”

The orc slowly shifted his head towards Jean, his mouth sputtering blood. “Dey went. Dey mah'duhed eber'buhdy.” The bearish creature started to choke on more blood, seemingly unable to talk anymore.

Jean snickered, bringing from within his leather compartment his terribly efficient stabbing knife. He stood up, perched over the half-slain monster.

“Adios, bastarde.” Before the orc could react, Jean awkwardly lashed out and stabbed him in the head. The blade punctured through the dull-green surface, blood spurting out at an alarming rate — not alarming enough, now that the orc was dead. It was the least any dying person was entitled to, a quick death rather than a slow one. Jean might be considered a colorless person by most, but he had his personal set of principles — and that meant a lot in this treacherous era.

One of the mages — upon closer examination, Jean discovered that it was Sven — came from within the thick rows of body. “I heard commotion.” It was said that supreme mages, like those of the blackhands, had very heightened senses.

“Mercique execution.” Jean muttered, rising from the ground. He slipped his hand into a vaguely-discernable pocket in his overcoat, pulled out a simple handkerchief, before using it to clean his dagger in two quick snaps. Jean, once done with the deed, tossed away the piece of cloth.

“As I've assumed, it was the act of physical entities- not a psychic maelstrom nor a natural anomaly.” The former king added as he glanced towards Sven, before moving onwards to his horse.

“By the trail of cloven foot, and bodies, I believe they're heading east.” Sven stated, in the factual voice that most, if not all, blackhands bore.

“Then, we best start after them right away.”

“Right, sir.”


PRESENT DAY

The air was warm and crusty, the orcs bursting with raucous laughter, and the 'royal' guards pigmented with gracious prudence and a fistful of soot. The guards stood gallant, though not enough, for one of them felt bright enough to sleep away his likely paid time, and the other cool enough to stare at the graffiti on a half-whitewashed wall. The wide hallways, glistening from the many torches and oil lamps set on their respective holders, stank of sweat, rusted iron, and damp clothes. Iron, plate upon plate crudely riveted together, columns bolstered the ceilings, spread in clumsy rows close to the walls. A shade of pale grey decorated with the verdant saturation of the oil lamps, although at the same time, making the place look more dingy than it actually was — and it was seriously in need of good cleaning, and the integrity of its construction doubtful. Doors and many doors, some even lacking in actual doors, flanked the sides in many clusters — snoring orcs, shouting orcs, there wasn't a lack of variety here.

Jean tugged away at the collar of his sweaty shirt, hoping to get an intake of cool air. “Why, in the name of Vulcan, is it so fucking hot in 'ere?”

Jean's voice had a subtle yet noticeable tinge of an accent, light and slightly quivering but it resonated with depth and force — to a more careful listener, it had a slight gothic tilt to it, likely a trait adopted from the painstaking amounts of time he spent with the decidedly weird blackhands.

As a matter of fact, two of them were following him right now. The arch-magus Kzeth, draped in an illustrious red robe that covered his entire body and a deep red mantle which came with a hood, strode by on his side. The common blackhand Sven, clothed in his usual black outfit, also followed him. He was someone Jean had come to trust in the past fortnight. Both were terribly reliable, and ranked enough to accompany him on this important but minuscule sojourn.

“It's, if I may be so bold as to say, the fire kingdom, Lord.” The arch-magus was rather well-behaved in spite of his haughty clothing; it was most obviously a tradition that needed following, and of course, was being followed.

A single guard abruptly shove his three feet arm forward. “Wad'r ye' dain' 'ere?”

“Knightly business, gent, knightly business.” Jean quickly replied, fidgeting is hand over his coat. He was wearing a simple two-tone black and white coat-and-shirt — silk seams, strengthened fibres, usual elegance present — trousers long and slender, uninhibited by any downcuffs. His sword hung by a belt and scabbard, his dagger on the opposite side of his sword, and his fighting knives tucked visibly into pockets in his belt.

The guard grunted, expressing his annoyance, before wandering away to his distant post. After a few minutes of walking, someone reignited the conversation again.

“Indeed, the arch-magus is always right.” Sven added promptly, his face exhibiting absolutely no sign of humour.

Jean raised his eyebrows, looking over at them for a lingering moment, before shrugging back with a slight grunt — the blackhands were foreign when it came to humour, or even the various flawed concepts of humanity. Concerning certain aspects, they were incredibly naive.

A few more ambling about, bypassing the various sleeping guards and the orcs who saw ought in knocking themselves out on the floor, they had reach the door of the throne room. Of tremendous size and made up of chromed steel, with golden bars embossed on its surface. Two orcs, armoured in strictly professional plating and hue, stood besides the door, blocking it. They seemed starkly different in comparison with their lesser companions: absolutely serious, bearing menacing stances and harsh faces.

“I need to speak to the king.” Jean stated, a crooked, lopsided grin spreading across his face.

The guards raised their eyebrows simultaneously, moping around in this dry expression for a while, before returning to their nonchalant.

“Argh,” Jean growled, the smile fading from his lips. “I need to speak with your king, about the Mythirian rebellions. I killed them-”

“We destroyed them, and, eh, took their leader captive- we need, uhm, to speak to your king about his, eh, enlightening perspective. Yes that.” It was rather painful to see Sven bumbling about in his lackluster improvisation.

The guards cast a glare at the trio, sceptical, before glancing towards each other and back to them all. “Ye' m'pass.” The left guard stated, after a brief visual discussion amongst the two.

“Ye' 'eard 'im, shoo!” The second guard exclaimed, nudging open the gigantic door till it was ajar. The trio squeezed through the semi-narrow space, before entering what was likely the throne room. Menial servants ambled about, carrying parchments and refreshments, some tumbling over the other in their state of dumbness.

Jean cringed back, glancing back at his comrades — they were both eerily stalwart — and then looking forward towards the king. Grimskull was, seemingly, napping on his cast iron throne, a cotton pillow bearing the weight of his drooping head.

“Wake up.” Sven said, though his voice lacked solidity.

“You heard the boy, wake up, Grimskull!” Jean shouted, his thin voice twisting to a hoarse rasp, as he neared the stratified slope that lead to the less-than-resplendent throne. “We have business to discuss, king!”


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(Juju is never late... nor is she early... she posts precisely when she means to... :captaincat:)

The queen of the Dark Kingdom was in the middle of writing a letter when she was interrupted by an utterance of despair. Desh was fussing over his eye again.

“The world holds its breath in anticipation of another war, yet what is on the mind of the Lord of Darkness but a tiny scratch and a few winged horses. It would seem that even on the brink of Armageddon some things don't change.” The queen teased, smirking as she finished the last stretch of the letter, adding her signature to the bottom.

As amusing as it was to witness Desh flustered over such a tiny blemish, Nid could not forget what had caused such a mark. It had been long since the souring of the most recent attempt at world-peace, yet all six kingdoms were still feeling tremors of the chaotic aftermath. Effort had been made to discern the one responsible for the attack, but the information was heavily convoluted and varied depending on what ruler was asked. In the end it had all but dissolved into childish finger-pointing.

“I'm sure the Pagasi will be fine when they see their master is calm and well. Besides, I believe you’ve spoiled them enough to be fearless before a cave troll. Especially the black one… I swear you have a second child.” She took a moment to look up from her paper and glance at Desh. “Now, get going to the throne room before you’re late.”

Nidaria returned the farewell kiss before watching him leave the room. She was already groomed and ready for the upcoming day, but she would wait until the awaiting swarm of people had followed after her husband like gnats. He was better at pleasing their demands

Nidaria rolled up the letter, sealed it with the royal sigil and then tucked it away within her sleeve. She gave one last look at her reflection before turning to the door. It was time to face the world.
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She was no more than a few steps down the corridor when a familiar voice chattered in her ear.

“The queen is late.” it said. “Though Qi’tar thinks she is avoiding the sheeplings.”
“Ah, Lord Qi’ar. It’s good to see you.”

She glanced at her shoulder to find the Gallivespian perched there, his beady eyes glittering and wings twitching with lively energy. Though the insectile spymaster was roughly as tall as a human hand was long, Nidaria never looked down on him for a second. Most people who did often choked on their own tongue after being stung by one of their poisonous barbs.

Nidaria smiled softly as she rounded the corner of the hallway, passing by a string of servants en route for the kitchens. “Unfortunately you are only half-right this time, my little lord. I am precisely on time and exactly where I mean to be.”

In one fluid movement the Queen pressed the freshly sealed letter into the palm of a servant, so casual and fleeting that one would miss it by blinking an eye. The only other creature who took notice was sitting on the queen’s shoulder. Such an action seemed to bemuse him, though ultimately resulted in a series of clicks that was presumably laughter.

“Her grace knows that Qi'tar is here, yes?”

“Of course. If the letter was for you, it would be in your claws. Besides, you will doubtlessly figure it out by midday. I have to give you some sort of challenge every now and then. Now, tell me three things I don't know."
"As the queen wishes. Lady Grimlash is heavy with child, though Qi'tar hears it is not of Lord Grimlash's blood. Qi'tar hears it is a Blackbourne. "
"How scandalous...this will be useful later. Anything else? Surly there must be better things to report than the whelping of a bastard."
"An informant says the mountain people are preparing a celebration. Qi'tar was told the queen would wish to know."
The queen seemed to perk up at the mention of the Arashi, though she was careful to keep the excitement out of her expression.
"That's two things..."
The bug-man flicked his wings, a sure indication that he was eager to share something. "There are some peculiar rumors from the fair kingdom of light that Qi'tar thinks the queen will fancy."
“Qi'tar is right."
"Then let Qi'tar and the queen gossip when there are less sheeplings around."

Nidaria turned her head to thank Qi'tar only to find him gone, leaving her alone before the doors to the throne room. He had been beside her ear yet she hadn't even heard him move. Just another reason why his species was incredibly useful.

With no more excuses to delay the enviable, the queen slipped into the throne room and took her place beside the king.

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Training Grounds - The Dark KingdomIra Calfacio
Several demons were unconscious on the floor. In the area, Ira was sparring with an Ogre.

Ira was in his rhythm, the ogre threw 2 hooks in quick repetition. Ira ducked the first and saw an opening. He moved in with rapid speeds and countered the second hook with a drill punch straight to the gut. The ogres legs immediately rose into the air. Blood gushed out of the ogres mouth and onto Ira's body, which gave way to the ogre collapsing, unable to breathe. Ira then grabbed a rag and sat down. While wiping the blood off, he couldn't help but think of what happened in the meeting.

Deshwitat was attacked by light magic, and powerful magic at that. The Light King truly is someone with incredible amounts of power, only he would be able to wound The Dark King so badly.

"Would I even stand a chance against someone like that?" Ira said aloud. The thought of not being able to protect Desh against the impending threat irritated him.


The gasping of air broke Ira's concentration as the ogre finally started to breathe.

Ira stood up and tossed the rag at the ogres face."Clean yourself up" Ira said.

The ogre collapsed groaning, while Ira got back to training.
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Hitoshi noticed the slight change with Raiden as he drank his tea. He could even see the bright smile on Nyoko's face as she watched him. Yes she had no clue what her son had become, but it was better that she didn't know at all. It would break her heart if she knew. No words needed to be exchanged as time slipped by so quickly. But with the look from Ryusuuji, Hitoshi nodded understanding the silent message.

Hitoshi slowly got up from the table and motioned for Ryusuuji to follow him. Nyoko would have to stay there while Hitoshi and Raiden left. Even if she was queen, business was business. and for her to be honest with herself, she didn't want to know what the missions were. She didn't want to hear about the dangers her sons were walking into. Especially the two she had the most heart for.

Hitoshi left with Ryusuuji and made his way to the throne room. As he entered the room he was greeted by both Mizaki and Okami going silent and bowing to their king. Hitoshi continued across the throne room and headed for his study. As far as they needed to know was to follow their king at this point. Both followed Hitoshi and Ryusuuji into the king's study. Once in the room, they were greeted by Kazue. It looked as if he hadn't been waiting long. But any longer and the prince might have made some kind of announcement that he was already in the study.

Hitoshi took a seat at the head of a long table. The table sat close to the floor like the table in his room. Kazue bowed slightly to his father before catching the bows from both Mizaki and Okami. Okami made his way to the table as Mizaki followed in toe. Already you could see a discomfort in Mizaki's eyes when he spotted Kazue. Ever since Mizaki meet Kazue, the two never really got along. Both knew it and anyone around them could see it clearly.

A sly smirk crossed Kazue's lips when he noticed the smaller Ninja entering the room. Out of everyone in the room Mizaki was the shortest and stood out due to his blond hair. But their attention was mostly on Hitoshi. All made their way to the table where they sat down quietly.

Hitoshi took the head of the table while Okami sat to his left, Mizaki next to Okami. Kazue to Hitoshi's right and Ryusuuji would be next to Kazue.

Once everyone was seated Hitoshi took in a deep breath. There was much to go over and the whole party was still not there yet. He had asked for a Samurai that was close to the Samurai girl that had abandoned her kingdom. But the meeting had to start, they could not wait for much longer....

"War is upon us in the future." Hitoshi hated saying this, but it was true. There was a hatred in the world and war was inevitable. They had to do something. Create alliances, find out their enemies weaknesses and up their defense. Normally Hitoshi would be having this meeting with his generals and advisers, but he understood what needed to be done without consulting the others.

"We need to make alliances." Hitoshi looked to both Kazue and Ryusuuji. "Kazue. You, Ryusuuji and Mizaki will go to the Dark Kingdom. Invite their King to Arashi and escort him to the castle. From there we hope to celebrate an alliance."

At this time Hitoshi turned to Okami, "We also have a rogue Samurai. If an enemy gets to her first.... Who knows what they will do or what they will be able to find out about our Kingdom." Okami narrowed his eyes and nodded. He took that matter very seriously as did the room.... Well most of the room. The look on Mizaki's face didn't seem all too pleased with the tasks. Well maybe not on the mission... Just whom he was partnered with. His eyes were locked on Kazue while the prince just smirked back at the Ninja. You could tell Kazue found this amusing.
 
Reijingu
Reijingu had waited, nobody came. The king's lack of interest bored him. He stopped staring at the blood, his Killing Intent still craved for that blood. It wanted murder, needless violence, fear, death, death, DEATH!!!...

Reijingu needed to calm down, before he lost control. But he wanted more...

Drowning

Death

Help

BLOOD

...

MORE VIOLENCE


Reijingu cleared his mind

He took a deep sigh, it wasn't easy taming a beast that wasn't fed...

He would leave the area, bodies still rotting on the ground. He had to calm down, he had to calm down. It wasn't easy to leave the path of complete chaos, it was an addiction, a completely separate personality.

Suddenly, all he saw was darkness, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't move...

He passed out

He woke up

Multiple men, masks covering their face (resembling dragons) dragged Reijingu across some sort of Dojo. He was weak, what had they done to him? He was dropped in front of a man, in uniform while wearing a beret with grey hair underneath. Looks like some sort of dictator. Reijingu was also surrounded by multiple people, in masks that were the same as the ones belonging to the men who kidnapped him. A devilish smile came from the dictator-like figure
before he spoke.

"You are one of us, are you not?" He said, as if he expected Reijingu to know what he was talking about. Reijingu's senses were starting to come back, he could move again. He got up off of the ground and his Killing Intent could be felt again.

He could feel the Killing Intent everywhere, different kinds, surrounding him. How was this possible? Were they... do they have the same power that he has?

The dictator laughed at the puzzled look on Reijingu's face. Reijingu snapped to the dictator, fire in his eyes. The dictator's eyes turned red and Reijingu suddenly felt the Killing Intent energy, dwarfing everybody else's in the room.

The dictator went on to explain who he was and what he was doing here. He was kidnapped by a clan simply called "Shi". They were the remains of the Killing Intent users before they were hunted down and killed by all 5 Kingdoms for being too dangerous to civilization. Shi is mostly comprised of assassins and killers, working in the shadows, behind the backs of all the Kingdoms. They seek revenge, Reijingu is the key. He is the strongest of all of them, he is the one that can prove Shi is dominant. Reijingu was strong enough to learn the ways of Killing Intent without being born in to it. He was the strongest they could find.

The dictator would look Reijingu in the eyes and ask the same question again.

"You are one of us, are you not?"

He paused, he would see people of different genders, races... but they would all accept this single ethnicity. They embraced humanity while losing it all at the same time, that was all he wanted, it's what drove him to kill, that one day he would be led to the path of humanity while keeping what he was taught.

Reijingu would turn back to face the dictator and reply

"I am."


"Good, travel to the location you were previously at midnight and we will talk about your participation..." He blacked out again only to open his eyes, returning to the Darkness Kingdom

He was covered in blood and a dead body of an elderly woman was in front of him. "Return at mid-night" was drawn in blood on the woman's chest. He ran away cursing himself, confused at the sight of the body. Did he do that? He couldn't have. He will return here though, that's that only thing he wasn't uncertain of, he has to know if this is real, he will join Shi.
 
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Grimgutz, Fireslayer of the Great Fire Kingdom
Throne Room, Blakkskar Fortress
"Gutz! Look what I've found!"

Scurrying about, the small Ork weeded his way through the pile of trash he was rooting through until he caught up with the voice that was calling his name. It was her, The Lady. That's all he knew her as for as long as he knew her. That's all she was for many within the Fire Kingdom since she lived deep within Da Goffs with the other Boyz. Gutz didn't really question why she was there, he just enjoyed her company as one of the only few people that didn't shun him for being a runt.

"Look!"

The sun was beating on his back still, burning his hands as he leaned on the piles of discarded metal and refuse from other Orks baking in the sun. They were in a junkpile, a place where Orks threw their problems away into a large pile, or piles if the first one got too big, as they did with most anything. Throw it into a pile, it'll be alright, since it's all there. With a leap over a fallen cannon prototype, the grot rolled over a metal plate before reaching the voice.

" 'Ello Spilledgutz. Do ya remembah me?"

He shook his head in disbelief as the large figure dropped a skull.

"It'z been ah looong toime."

Turning away to run, he was stopped as he ended up face to face with his nemesis that taunted him even in his dreams, Skargrim. His rancid breath caused tears to well in his eyes, blurring his vision of the faded scars and metal plates that was his adversary's head.

"Yoo an' I ar' goin' ta 'ave lotza fun."

With a single kick, Grimgutz was sent tumbling to the ground until he struck a pile of used teeth-picking bones, the rubbish pile collapsing atop him as he stopped. He covered his ears and closed his eyes, trying to block out the screeching laughter that plagued him. He began to scream, powerless against his greatest foe.

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"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Springing from his throne in a flash, he blindly lifted a grasping hand upwards, catching fabric, and clenched it with a white-knuckle grip as he brought the offender face to face with him.

"WOT AR' YOU DOIN' IN MAH FOORTRUSS?!"

He asked the man that was clutched in his hand. Still somewhat groggy from his nap, he looked him up and down. Black robes, snarky glare, trio of friends that looks similar to him. He seems important enough for his tastes. With a glare and furrowed brow, he placed him down onto his feet.

"Apolageez. Wot bizunez must ya trifle me wif?"

Grumpily he asked, swiping the itchy woolen Elysian blanket off his iron throne. Both were bloodstained, and only one was uncomfortable. Believe it or not, it was the blanket. He hated that thing, wondering why he still kept that damn gift from the peasants he saved from a group of mercs that one time.

He looked on the cloaked man that had approached him with a scowl, expectant of something of importance from the man's mouth. A king's time is not to be wasted, especially when it was invested in rest.

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Hanako the Ronin
Location: Scotty's House
"Who I am... Is none of your concern, Stranger..." Hanako groaned, struggling to get back onto her feet. She felt ashamed to be in such a state, a far cry of her dignified self when she was still serving the King. A part of her wondered if this is some kind of cosmic karma for becoming a ronin but another part is certain that she only needed some food and rest.

"And as for the people looking for me... I'll face them myself..." Hanako declared as she managed to push herself off the floor before falling back onto her rear.

".... Beg pardon Stranger but... It would be nice if... you may..." Hanako could barely speak the words as she only managed to get onto a kneeling position. Her cheeks glowing pink as the embarressment kicked in. She raised a hand towards Scotty, looking at him straight in the eye with a look that seemed to scream, 'Laugh, I dare you!'.

"It would be nice if... You could help me to my feet... So that I may speak with them..."

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The court proceedings went on rather peacefully, up until the last one. It was always the last one that was the problem.

"My king, Please! He has not only confessed but has made a mockery of the crime! He sullies my daughter's name and then laughs about it! As if he hasnt done enough!"

The dark elf pleaded with Deshwitat, tears threatening to overflow from his large, black eyes. The King sat up from his throne and folded his hands under his chin. His eyes were narrowed dangerously at the accused, a smug looking goblin by the name of Ùshhbaka. "Sullied 'er? Oi! Youz ain' givin me enough credit. First, I beat er. Then, I raped er. Then I killed er. Then I raped er again whilez she was still all warm."

The goblin started cackling and thr looj of disgust was clear on everyones face. All except the King's. His face remained hard, as if in stone. There was silence for a long moment before the king uttered words.

Words utterly drowning in magic.

"Do you know who I am goblin?"

Silence. Even the goblin stopped laughing and snapped to attention. As if just noticing he was standing before Lord of Darkness himself. The pressure from Desh's ire alone was enough to make someone choke. But when the king used his magic to force others into submission in such a way, without gauging it, everyone suffocated. Only the strongest of will could resist (players) but even they had to take pause, feeling as if someone just doubled the gravity in the area.

"Kneel."

Everyone in the room did so.(except for players)

The king stood from his throne and slowly descended down the steps. All was silent but the footfalls of the king moving towards the criminal. The goblin turning from cocky vagrant to a quivering mess in mere seconds.

Wordlessly, Desh lifted a hand over the goblin the very space around the throne room darkened. One could see the shadows writhing and dancing under the angered king's power.

The goblin looked as if he was about to get a word out before he was skewered from every angle. The shadows in the room had shot out javelin-like tendrils from all directions, decorating the floor, the victim, and especially the king in the criminal's blood.

Desh's kind demeanor often led people to forget exactly who he was and how he got there.

"I apologize. I should have asked if you wanted the kill to be yours, as per our laws, but he was one of the reasons we were persecuted for millenias."

"A weak, pathetic creature that couldn't rise above his pitiful instincts." Deshwitat was unblinking as he looked down at the pincushion of a goblin. A face of silent fury over him.

The dark elf merely muttered his understanding of the king's anger from his kneeling position before Desh noticed the whole room was kneeling. With a slow breath, the Lord eased his magic off and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, returning to their standing positions. It was rare but when the king did lose his temper, it was common that everyone felt the pressure of his power.

Desh turned away and snapped his fingers, 6 servants immediately appearing to dispose of the body and to give the dark elf some form of compensation. Currency and a personal favor from the royal guard for allowing such an atrocity to happen under their watch. He looked a bit disappointed at the fact he couldn't kill the goblin by his own hand but left satisfied, knowing that he met a horrendous fate at the hands of the King.

Desh cleaned the blood off of his face with a towel provided for him by one of Queen Nidaria's handmaidens and everyone started to clear out. First, some orcs came up to deliver a letter from the Fire Kingdoms ruler. The etchings within drew a chuckle from Desh as he nodded and told the orcs that he would oblige.

"My Queen. The Fire Kingdom summons me to hold a meeting for a possible alliance. I would invite you along but I know you don't like the place."

"Plus, Id rather not have to make another orc suffer our combined wrath for making a pass at you." The Dark Lord smirked at the memory before reaching over and taking his Queen's hand for a moment, "Somehow, I feel that they will not be the only ones looking for our strength. So, be prepared for more envoys. Should one arrive and you choose it to be in our interests, leave Eris in charge."

Deshwitat stood from his throne and motioned for his Head Adviser to come along. He was joining him in his travel to the fire kingdom. The king told the messenger orcs that they may return to their ruler and gave them food and drink for the journey.

As Desh was coming down the steps, he spotted the hybrid demon of light waiting for him and he bowed his head in respect to her. Her herbs and plants have come in handy many times over in the past and present. Not to mention that the garden of rare flowers that she grew was one of Desh's favorite places in the kingdom.

"Cassiopeia, apologies for the blood. Have you come to show me something?" He asked, eyeing the bounty of plants she brought.

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Scotty
Scotty had asked for a name, her answer was to simply refuse as most women do to Scotty... only this one didn't slap him across the face. She attempted to get up off the floor, only to tumble back down to it, obviously showing that she is weakened from something.

"Uh... you ok?" Scotty said before the strange woman asked for help. Scotty reached down for the very embarrassed woman's hand. He pulled her up and helped her to the door. Scotty could tell she was too prideful to let someone else see her like that, so he let go and let her lean on something in case she would fall over again.

Scotty open the door and return to the two Light Kingdom dwellers, with the woman.

"Sorry to keep you waiting" Scotty said.


Scotty would give her a light tap on the shoulder indicating her to go outside.

"Karate Kid is right here."

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A WEEK AND FOUR DAYS AGO
“Bloody bastarde!” Jean exclaimed, heaving terribly and with great pain, as he lashed out with his messer. The sword hit its mark, sliding across the ork's spine with crackling energy. The blow sent his decidedly temporary opponent tumbling through a cadre of tables, flailing about uselessly.

“Right, sir.” Sven tottered and lurched to his feet are having parried a vicious blow, returning with a riveting strike of his own. His mace ran in a crescent arc, hitting his attacker on the side of his head. The thin sound of metal bearing against bone cracked across the room, and soon enough, the orc was slumping across a table.

“Is that all you can say, you lumbering prat?!” Jean sidestepped away from a criss-cross of flurries that a orc sent his way, sending his messer rounding near the orc's knees. The orc bent over, distracted by his great pain, allowing Jean to deliver his coup de grace with an elegant hew.

“I'm afraid that is so, sir.” The apathetic blackhand fought finely as well, ducking from a vicious hook, before kicking a barrel towards his attacker's direction, putting him sufficiently out of battle and severely disoriented.

Jean grumbled, inaudible amongst the sounds, as he backstepped from the orgy of violence, onto a squat table — fit for little shits and up-and-coming grogs. Right next to the table, victim to inappropriate furniture placement, was a stack of timber tied loosely with two lengths of rope intermingling into a single root. Jean soured the throats of a few more mouches, his blade snapping across the wind with vengeful speed, before a devious smile, the ghost of a smile, split across his lips; he hopped off from table to table to a barrel near the timber, keeping his sword on a middle guard formation, wavering to the direction of where the battle was taking place, to sully any curious eyes. He whipped his blade across the stem of the rope that kept the timber, hewing it off in one fleeting cut, as the logs started rolling one after another towards the dumb orcs, gaining speed as it trailed the oblique surface. Shouts of warning were ignored in favour of dumbfounded staring, as many felt their bones wrinkling under the weight of ironwood.

Jean felt his smile widen as he prudently readied himself on the ground, having lowered himself from the barrel.

“Aha! I've sent these dogs to their vision of hell.” Jean snickered, then looking over to the vaguely visible silhouette of Sven. “Are you faring fine, brother? Or do you require my aid?”

Sven failed to understand the sarcastic tone. “None, for I've hewn my share of fiends.”

Jean shrugged. “All that's left is, eh, handling our comrades in dealing with the stragglers.”

“Best be cautious, sir, for these orcs follow a very cull-the-weak mindset, even their own.” Sven said as he surveyed the massive body count.

“Huh?” Jean muttered, before quickly catching a gist of the conversation. “Oh, yes, I too believe that the ogres might use a cul-de-sac to ambush us. These caves are like a labyrinth, a godforsaken labyrinth, Sven!”

“Never mind that, sir.”

The group — Jean, Sven, and a couple other blackhands — were currently situated on the Viys valley, on the northern edges of the firelands, beside a slanted precipice and in a cave contained between the many rocky creases — supposedly, the rebels they were hunting had splintered off into three groups, one of them coming here, as the clues seemed to indicate. The Viys valley shared many traits with the common terrain of the firelands: dusty, barren spans draped in the unmistakable, characteristic sand of the fire kingdom. Towering these misshapen landscape were tall craggy formations, mountainous rocks eroded and melded into the lands — the stilted hills casted a deep, angular shadows on the lands, obscuring the sun completely in some of the more deeper parts. The place was scarcely visited by creatures and man. Only the most rugged of creatures, such as dunecrawlers, keep coming back to search for any sort of prey, usually a fruitless exploration — excluding the intensity of the smaller bugs in the veins of the subterranean connections, all of which aren't worth mentioning.

Dunecrawlers are a specie of baleful creature who mostly reside in the sands and travel in breakneck speeds, also in the sand — they only come out when in need of food, sleep or just a need to shit. They resemble the tyrannical scorpions commonly found dwelling on the back of orcs, though they're all black in colour and lacking in a sting — their backs are smooth, not a single sight of any fur, and the tip of their legs elongated and sharp like a razor. Considering their six legs, they do look like a giant spider of sorts, if not for the fiendish amounts of teeth that jut out from its circular mouth. They have lustrous, glossy chitinous skin, recognizable by the dull sheen and odd colour it imposes on the eyes. They're extremely territorial and often attack men — they don't survive either. As a matter of fact, Jean had killed a few on his way here. Easy pickings, Sven had said then. Of course, Dunecrawlers were not edible, and the night was spent solely discharging chemical recesses and other bothersome burdens.


PRESENT DAY

“Arrgh!” Jean grunted as the orc instinctively pulled him close, grubby hands, ruining the pure sheen of his shirt. A mixture of rotten teeth and stale alcohol produced a certainly grievous breath, as the orcish king heaved a huge shout right towards Jean's face. The former king winced in disgust. “Mind your screaming, gent.”

As the fire king let him go, Jean immediately proceeded to trim all the wrinkles on his shirt, dusting off the grime as best as he could; this would likely take a week's wash to properly clean off. He grimaced, though which slowly turned to a more manipulative smile. It was the kind of smile, Jean had adopted, that portrayed whatever anyone wished to see — it was a sly smile.

Jean backed a bit closer, fighting off the temptation to clear his throat for effect, and succeeding in doing so.

The arch-magus stood by his side, shifting towards the king. “The Myrtirians, they've broken the law twice, and were supposed to be killed- but, of course, they weren't.”

“Poor conduct in your army.” Jean added.

“Skilled thieves, I would say.” Sven said.

Kzath shot them a deathly glance, momentary but meaningful enough to escape the king's glare and get into the eyes of Jean. “Of course, we've routed their kind, and expect-” He paused, his face expressing only the slightest of satisfaction. “Recompense.”

Jean popped in. “Of course, it is going to be-”

“Mutually beneficial.” Sven added.

“A sign of goodwill-” Kzath tried to speak, before, again, getting interrupted by the likes of Jean.

“Ay, the bosa is residing, hogtied, near a cottage by the fringes of your city. He may die soon from heat stroke and dehydration- you best hurry soon if you want a public execution.”


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Ryusuuji sat silently at the table and absorbed the quick information given to them. King Hitoshi wished to gather allies in preparation for the inevitable war ahead. His first target being the newly formed kingdom of darkness.

It was funny how alike the two thought, as Raiden wished to have a truce with them as well. It was one thing to form a kingdom despite everything. It was another thing entirely to fight against every kingdom in the world and kill or dethrone multiple rulers while you do it. Whether or not the other kingdoms wanted to admit it, the dark nation was a power that needed to be heeded. That kind of strength is something to be told in legends and yet, it was happening as early as 30 years ago.

The assassin in white nodded his head at the king's order and decided to take that as dismissal. He stood from his spot beside his blood brother and gestured for his fellow ninja to accompany him. It would be better if he stuck close to Ryusuuji. The crimson eyed ninja would serve as an effective deterrent to most of Kazue's jibing and bullying. After all, Kazue didnt need to know who he really was to know he wasn't someone to be trifled with.

With a bow to the King, Raiden turned and strode out of the room. He needed to change colors for the landscape he was going to and they needed to depart as soon as possible, lest someone else get to the dark kingdom first.

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Ryusuuji sat silently at the table and absorbed the quick information given to them. King Hitoshi wished to gather allies in preparation for the inevitable war ahead. His first target being the newly formed kingdom of darkness.

It was funny how alike the two thought, as Raiden wished to have a truce with them as well. It was one thing to form a kingdom despite everything. It was another thing entirely to fight against every kingdom in the world and kill or dethrone multiple rulers while you do it. Whether or not the other kingdoms wanted to admit it, the dark nation was a power that needed to be heeded. That kind of strength is something to be told in legends and yet, it was happening as early as 30 years ago.

The assassin in white nodded his head at the king's order and decided to take that as dismissal. He stood from his spot beside his blood brother and gestured for his fellow ninja to accompany him. It would be better if he stuck close to Ryusuuji. The crimson eyed ninja would serve as an effective deterrent to most of Kazue's jibing and bullying. After all, Kazue didnt need to know who he really was to know he wasn't someone to be trifled with.

With a bow to the King, Raiden turned and strode out of the room. He needed to change colors for the landscape he was going to and they needed to depart as soon as possible, lest someone else get to the dark kingdom first.

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Hitoshi nodded back to Raiden as he stood up. He could tell very quickly that Raiden knew the seriousness of the situation. So for him to be the first to respond gave the king some peace.

Mizaki was the next to respond. He stood up and bowed slightly to the king before heading to follow Ryusuuji. He didn't really know Ryusuuji that much. They resided at the same post, but the ever so quiet Ninja kept to himself. Mizaki on the other hand was the Ninja who excelled in his training and skills, but yet some how would manage to get into plenty of trouble with his masters. You could tell that the Ninja had a lot of energy to burn and got bored quickly. so his actions were more towards entertainment or just wanting to do something.

Kazue watched as the others started to leave before he too removed himself from the table. Leaving Okami and Hitoshi to wait upon the Samurai for the other mission.

Kazue knew of the ghost Ninja and had meet him plenty of times as Hitoshi showed a bit of favoritism towards him. But Kazue found Mizaki more interesting. Ryusuuji was always so quiet and didn't react to any of his antics. But Mizaki was one of or the only Ninja that had ever spoken back to him in anger or sarcasm. So the loud Ninja would be his own amusement upon the journey to see the Dark King.

As the three finally left the room Kazue looked over the two. "Gather your things... I shall meet you at the stables." He stated before looking them over once more. "If you need anything extra for the journey just let the help know it's ordered by me or the king." He added as he headed off in his own direction.

Mizaki let a slow breath escape his nose as he watched the Prince leave. He let his shoulders drop as his mind registered the mission in his mind. He was use to doing missions with Okami or other Vanguards and could do missions with others not of the sort.... but going on a long journey with Kazue was eating away at his insides.

He finally turned to Ryusuuji, "I'll start off with the wolves." he stated.

In Arashi they never used horses because of their terrain. Horses were useful out in the rest of the realm but here in the mountains, only wolves were useful for long journeys. As he left he let his feet slightly drag on the ground a bit. Mizaki was known very well for letting his emotions show all too well in little ways. Not the true nature of a Ninja and he has been addressed upon the issue, but there was not much the Ninja could control when it came to his feelings.

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Not much time later after addressing the stables about what wolves they would need, he could be found in the kitchen.... Of course. The Ninja had a strong sweet tooth and a bottomless pit like stomach. Food clearly always on his mind. He had already gotten the other things he would need on the journey ahead and now he was on his last task. He looked over the scroll in front of him and the food laid out ready to be packed away.

for him personally this needed the most time when getting ready.

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Cassiopeia
Dark Kingdom Throne Room

There was a reason Lord Rubdich was the king of the Dark Kingdom. Yes, he was the one that spawned the kingdom and gave the outcasts from the Light a home, but it was more than that. His presence commanded respect. He had a sort of dark righteousness that inspired others to follow him. He was a ruler that cared about his people unlike so many other demons who would just as soon take full advantage of his position and use his people until there was nothing left. These qualities were what drew Pia's father in and made him follow the Lord of Darkness. These qualities were why Cassiopeia also followed him.

Standing beside the trolley of plants, Pia waited patiently during the proceedings, though not with much interest. Her long, elegant fingers, of which the skin and claw-like nails were dark red which faded slowly to pink the further away from the tips her skin drew, twirled a few strands of her golden pink hair which had been left to flow freely around her bare shoulders since brushing around her large ram horns was a task in itself without trying to worry about how to style her hair. Her long tail swayed lazily, protruding from beneath the strips of fabric that made the skirt of her gown, allowing for teasing flashes of the flesh of her legs each time she moved. While she did admire the Dark King for the part he played in the kingdom and all of the work he had in maintaining it, she wondered how he suffered through it because it was quite boring, though she mused on how he must look at his subjects, the ones that just couldn't abide by the laws laid out and acted like silly children testing their boundaries. Her lush lips that were only a slightly darker pink than the rest of her skin, curved into a faint smile, amused that anyone would be so stupid as to test boundaries set by their dark lord.

As the cases continued on and Pia's interest continued to wane, she took to pointlessly tending the plants she had in tow. Of course her unnecessary attention to the vegetation was diverted with the final case presented to the king. To see that kind of distress from a father for his daughter was upsetting and the reaction of the culprit was absolutely appalling. Pia's somewhat angelic features contorted slightly as her lips parted in a snarl, exposing her foremost teeth including the three sharpest ones on either side of her two front teeth.

Her look of bitter disgust that had caused her brow to wrinkle, the line drawn down the center of her forehead to the tip of her nose crinkling with the gesture, was quick to vacate upon the words spoke by King Rubdich as he silenced the brazen Goblin's laughter. Her features now smoothed, her hands withdrew from the plants on the trolley and loosely clasped each other just in front of the semi see through fabric that covered her stomach. The silence his voice had caused was chilling and she felt a shiver slip down her spine as she lowered her gaze to her hands. She didn't kneel as so many others in the throne room did, including the attendant she had brought with her, but she did keep her head lowered out of respect for the Dark Lord's obvious power. Pia's eyes didn't even look up as she heard the ominous sounds of his footfalls as he stepped nearer to the villainous Ùshhbaka. The truth was, she didn't need to look, especially not after the atmosphere of the room darkened, spelling out the goblin's doom.

Moments before the king's apologies to the bereaved father for having taken the kill of his daughter's assailant, the stifled gasps of many of those in the throne room were what had alerted Pia that the task had been completed. The sounds didn't come from surprise, for surely everyone present knew that this would happen, it was perhaps maybe the actual act of the death that ushered forth the sounds. It was then that Pia finally raised her head, her expression not one of horror nor of surprise. It was business as usual and her neutral facade declared it so.

There was a weight on her chest that felt like something pressing down on her, though as the king looked around at all his kneeling subjects and released them from his spell, the weight on her lifted and she smiled slightly. It was a strange thing being in control of so much power and not always actually being in control of it. Once the tension was all clear Pia began to examine her fingers, they had remnants of dirt on them from working in the gardens, but it was hard to notice with the color of her fingertips, though she preened them slightly as she waited, her brows raising a bit as lids lowered over her pale eyes, her attention shifting as the envoys from the Fire Kingdom stepped up. She had heard Orcs sprouted from mushrooms and she wondered if that was just fantastic rumors or factual information so she watched them curiously for a moment before she continued examining her fingers.

Eventually it came to be her turn and as the king made his way to her and bowed his head in respect, Cassiopeia couldn't help but grin brightly, the full extent of her polished and sharp teeth showing as she beamed with pride at the gesture he had given her. Of course his gesture was not unmet by her own show of respect for him as she dipped into a low and graceful curtsy, "as much is to be expected after such a horrendous act, your highness," her voice was firm but contained a soft gentility which was woven in her dulcet tones, standing upright again as she gestured to the plants she had brought with her, "yes my lord."

She then lifted from the trolley two identical fruits, both were dark pink in color with somewhat bumpy surfaces, they were ovular in shape and smelled almost like citrus but not quite as tart. The only difference between the two fruits was that one was larger than the other. That appeared to be the case with all of the fruits and vegetables she had brought, one of each was bigger than the other, "since I began experimenting with the seeds from the last harvest, I have been able to increase the size of each crop though I have not diminished the number of seeds in each because those too are important," Pia's words were delivered quite passionately as she very evidently enjoyed the topic she was speaking on and as she set the fruits down she leaned against the cart somewhat casually, "though the increased size of the crops is not truly what I am concerned with... what I am concerned with is how to keep them hydrated."

The dark kingdom's primary source of food was from trade with other kingdoms and since water was also something that they had to bargain for in trade, with tensions between the six kingdoms being in such a delicate state, she wasn't exactly sure how to keep the dark kingdoms gardens afloat, so to speak, "I see that the Fire Kingdom hopes to maintain at least some sort of cordial relations, yes?" at least she hoped that was the case since an envoy had arrived quite peaceably and if it were, that would at least somewhat ease her concerns outside of the necessary manpower she'd need to tend the fields.

Though she would shake her head dismissively, her eyes lowering for a moment, "of course these things should not worry me as you are King and have led us well my entire life," she bowed her head again to the king, "I shan't keep you, I simply wished to update you on my progress, however..." she leaned down to collect a plant from a lower part of the cart. It was a vibrant purple snap dragon in an elegant black pot and this she handed to the king, "I grew this for her majesty."

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Reijingu & Ningyo
Reijingu was in the spot he had passed out in before. He had been waiting ever since the body appeared. He returned to the scene, the body was cleaned up but the blood stain remained. He approached the stain, his Killing Intent was going mad. He touched the blood. Reijingu's eyes would turn blood shot red, Reijingu would scream as his Killing Intent was clawing and tearing its way out of his soul. Then he would pass out.

He would wake up in the same position, in front of the dictator. Almost as if nobody had moved from their spots. The dictator grew a devilish smile on his face as before.

"So, you are willing to join us?" The dictator questioned.

"Yes." Reijingu replied, in a cold voice.

"You will be our assassin, our killer, one of many" The dictator said

"Since you are new, we will send our best assassin with you."

The dictator looked over to a woman, in the back of the crowd of Killing Intent users. Reijingu looked at the dictator in disgust.

"You underestimate me. I-" Reijingu said before getting cut off

The dictator had punched him, knocking him halfway across the room, almost knocking him unconscious. Definitely his 2nd place for strongest, next to Gouki.

"You underestimate my decision. Do not show disrespect to your superiors!" the dictator said with a small grin.

"This is Ningyo, our very best, before you came"

Reijingu could see the woman cringe a little at those words. She dressed like a ninja would, showing that she doesn't like to be seen. Her Killing Intent was almost the same Power as his would be. Normally he would be furious about being partnered with someone similar to his power, but he'd rather not get his jaw broken for disobeying. The woman walked towards The Dictator and whisper something in his ear. The Dictator would give her a look of disappointment and she would sigh, walk over, and stand next to Reijingu.

"From here on out, you two will stay with each other." The Dictator declared.

They both didn't bother to argue with him, since he could kill them both instantly.

Reijingu would lose all his senses, and then return to the Darkness Kingdom again in the pool of blood with the woman named Ningyo, being unconscious next to him.
 
The king returned Pia's vibrant smile with a genuine one of his own. The hybrid demoness always seemed incredibly pleased whenever he greeted her for reasons he would probably never truly understand. Still, the dark lors folded his arms behind his back as Cassiopeia began giving her report.

Deshwitat listened with attention and a smile up until she brought up the issue with trade, specifically water. His brow furrowed slightly and his light smile faltered as he pondered for a solution. So many damn issues cropping up everywhere and the solutions were too rare and far in between. The King's eyes were focused on the smaller of the two fruits but one could tell he was no longer really looking at it. He was somewhere else, far away.

The moment passedand Desh drew a long, steady breath before releasing it slowly. "I am sorry, Pia." The king started, addressing her as an equal rather than as a subject. "The kingdom is not in a very good spot at the moment but I will try to get you the help you need."

The archdemon summoned some nearby servants, instructing them to start gathering up some winter fae and seafolk to assist Pia in her water shortage. They would be well-paid and their responbilities would be to fill the water reserves. Simple enough but would require time and manpower.

"It's only a temporary solution but it should help prolong the problem in the long run until we figure out a more permanent solution."

The honest smile returned to the demon king's dark features as he gave the light demoness a wink, "I feel bad for whatever man you manage to rope in. Considering how resourceful you are."

Deshwitat's eyes lit up in genuine surprise at the gift Pia brought for the Queen. That was before a mischievous smile replaced the initial shock. "Oh, but none for me? Here I was thinking we were much closer than that."

The king turned to his queen and spoke in a mock tone of envy, " A lovely flower brings a lovely flower to another lovely flower. Im jealous, My queen. Since when have you had beautiful women bringing you gifts? What are you doing that I'm not?"

Deshwitat let out some light laughter and shook his head in amusement. The whole situation made somewhat strange by the fact that no one even blinked at the fact that Desh had blood staining his black clothing. As if it was just another day, which wasnt far from the reality.

Deciding that enough time was spent here, King Deshwitat said his farewells and departed with haste. The kingdom of fire awaited his presence.

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Hanako the Ronin
Location: Scotty's House
"Many thanks, Stranger... Forgive my earlier irritation and... thank you, for the water..." Hanako quietly thanked Scotty as they made their way to the door. To her surprise, Scotty took a moment to make sure that she was able to stand/lean on her own before opening the door. This man... Does he understand what it feels like or is he simply being nice...?, Hanako thought to herself as the door opened and to her relief, found herself staring at the native guards instead of an Arashian Ninja.

"Greetings guardians... Pardon my intrusion of your beloved cit-" Hanako started, knowing that being polite, truthful, and a little flattery can get her out of tight spots like this when the two guards insisted that they take this inside before semi-forcing their way in. Hanako held back an insult before slowly following suit. Each step made her world spin slightly bit she managed to reach the chair one of the guards prepared.

"Very well... I shall be truthful in all your inquiries but... I have one small request...." Hanako turned to look at Scotty. "Pardon me, Stranger but could you spare some food...? I haven't eaten anything for the past two days...."

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Tsubasa
Location: Arashi
"Heaven help me in my quest and keep my resolve strong." Tsubasa prayed at the local shrine, a common practice for a Samurai such as herself but in her case, she was alone. Raising from her knelt position, she picked up her helmet and bow, giving one last bow to the shrine before leaving. The walk to the castle was peaceful. A pair of children playing out in the street gawked at her and loudly asked if she was heading beyond the Kingdom. Tsubasa was about to answer when a woman called her children.

"Kazuma, Megumi! Don't disturb the young lady! Pardon my children's excitement, they get excited each time they see a Samurai." The woman sighed as Tsubasa simply giggled softly.

"Its no problem. They are still kids." Tsubasa giggled softly before petting the young boy. The sight of the two children was a good morale booster. A reminder of what she is protecting as a samurai. But the sight of them playing made her feel a pang of sadness and guilt. Instead of heading out to keep the Kingdom safe, she's heading out to confront someone she saw as a sister. And if things went bad, kill her and bring her head back.

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"Pardon my lateness, Milords. I, Tsubasa, Captain of the Iron Petal squad have arrived." Tsubasa said, bowing politely.

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Even when presented such a criminal the queen kept her composure, save for a gaze that had frozen over. She had developed a strong gut for such sickening monsters by now, but that didn’t make it any easier to see one befouling her throne room with its presence. In the end he had gotten what he deserved, though his death was far too quick for the queen’s liking. He didn’t even deserve the king’s personal attention.

‘Wretched filth…’ she thought, glaring at the creature’s twisted corpse as it was scraped off the floor by a group of servants and carried out of the hall, leaving a trail of crimson on the floors. Almost in a final act of mockery, his demise had sprayed the nearby onlookers -- including the royal couple -- in a dappling of blood. It was fitting, considering the very foundation of the Dark Kingdom had been strife and grief.

Still, the throne room was a mess. As servants moved in to remove the wretch’s leavings, Nidaria rose a hand to her face, pausing in a look of disgust when she found her fingers to be smeared with the rapist’s blood. Of all the brutish fiends to have ever disgraced the earth, rapists were by far the worst. There was another flare of rage in her chest, its flames irritating an old wound.

Her brooding was interrupted when one of her handmaidens, a young dark elf by the name Rania, offered both she and her husband a handkerchief. Nidaria accepted it with a gracious nod and a curt thank you. She quickly wiped the blood off her face, and as it disappeared the rage ebbed away.

Nid’s mood had returned back to normal by the time the Orks gave Desh the invitation. She couldn’t help but crack a smile when he excused her from attending.

“That is the last time will ever venture to that glorified pig-sty. You may go alone this time.” she said, remembering the Ork’s face when two archdemons simultaneously attacked. She had to admit, his last moments were rather humorous.“I expect some allies when you get back… even if they have about the same amount of wits as a pile of squig feces.”

She followed after Desh, joining in his conversation with Cassiopeia. The half-demon was a curious one, though exceedingly knowledgeable when it came to botany. The Dark Kingdom had her to thank for the success of every seed that sprouted in this inhospitable land. Without her, many citizens would go hungry. A shame she had the blood of a child of light in her veins.

When Cassiopeia produced a potted flower from her cart and presented it before the queen she was granted a soft smile in return. It was a thoughtful gesture. Snapdragons were among her favorites; their name being so fierce that it would surprise one to realize it belonged to such a delicate plant. Maybe that's why she liked them so much.

"Thank you Cassiopeia, It's beautiful. You're too kind." Nid said before asking one of her awaiting handmaidens to bring it up to her chambers. Once the dark elf had made off with the flower, she gave Desh a mischievous smirk. "Every woman has her secrets, Desh."

It wasn't long before his departure, leaving Nid with the half-blood.

"You have our thanks for everything you have done for the Dark Kingdom, Cassiopeia. Still, we must ask more of you. Our builders in the mountains are working as quickly as they can but it will still be months before the completion of the Black Mountain Aqueduct. The trade of fresh water is uncertain as ever with the impending war, but I will make sure your request is heard by the Master of Coin. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting with the royal adviser"

She turned to leave but stopped herself, clearly remembering something.

"..and one more thing... could you grow these for me?" Nid reached into her sleeve to reveal a tiny packet of seeds. She was going to send this indirectly but now that she ran into the royal botanist there was no need.

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Scotty
The two men forced their way inside of his home. Not good, but it would have to do. The woman would wobble her way over to the chair near where the two Light Kingdom dwellers sat.

Scotty quickly poured more water for his guests, using up more of his clean glasses. He would set down glasses for each of them, giving one to the hologram just to be polite despite it not needing to eat or drink.

The woman would ask for some food. It must have been why she was so weak. He would look in some separate cupboards, finding some bread in a sack that he had made up before. That fancy wheat bread crap so it tasted better. He handed a few slices to the woman and put up the bread.

"My name is Scotty, in case you were wondering."

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Grimgutz, Fireslayer of the Great Fire Kingdom
Throne Room, Blakkskar Fortress

"Wot, yoo'z boyz whont sum compenzashun? Fer killin' feralz?" He snorted, which then turned into a hearty chuckle that involved more of wiping a single tear before returning his deadset gaze on the little, little, man. His brow furrowed and his arms crossed, clanking and a bit of scraping as his royal attire, a suit of grey armor stained with blood and caked with soot. It was polished enough to distinguish it from most other ork's belongings, with a crown made of dragon's teeth around each pauldron. He had killed enough of those to get bored and start branding jewelry in his own name.

"Why're you here?" He inquired angrily. He leaned inwards as he began to speak, his own hot breath beginning to press onto the man's face. "If ya whont pay fer a bounty, foind a board or sumfink. Dat's not my problehm." He took a step backwards to his throne, not to emphasize his point, but because his own breath smelled poignant and he couldn't take much more of it. He would have to wash out his mouth with lava after they talked.

"So, why. Ansa me dat, an' ah'll think about lettin' ya leeve alive." He yawned, stretching his massive arms backwards and almost disjointing his gaping maw. "Ah'm tired. You woke me up from me nap fer petty reesunz." A servant rushed by to claim his blanket and pillow from him before he snatched the pillow from his hands. "You 'ave thirty sekondz, startin' now." At 'now' he ignited the fabric, judging that it would serve as an cheap, yet effective way to utilize an Elysian pillow for a timer. Sure, it had a few patches of spilled alcohol that would make the pillow burn a little faster, but that wasn't his concern.



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Ghazzy Smashacrasha
Shifting Dunes, Dark Kingdom To Fire Kingdom Trail

With a respectful bow, he turned around. He had seen enough of this kingdom anyways, he didn't want to stick around any longer. It had taken all of his own willpower to keep himself on his own feet, to stop the dark shadow that leaned itself in his back, whispering a single command into his ear unendingly. Kneel. His boyz had done so, but not he. He wondered why his warboss would want anything to do with the dark lord, but he was warboss for good reason, and he wasn't one to argue with him.

As he was turned to leave, he was quickly stopped by one of the Dark King's servants. With quickened senses, he instinctively reached for his choppa, before his voice broke his instinct. "King Deshwitat has informed us to supply you with food and drink for your journey back." Relieved, Ghazzy thanked the man, a undead of some sort, with a curt nod that was accompanied with him placing his hand on the man's shoulder. It was cold, his shoulder, and even through his black plated armor he felt the chill run through his fingers and into his bones.

"Thanks, fruhend." He grunted, shifting his attention back to his boyz, who were being treated to various dried meats and waterskins for their journey back. He waved his envoy to follow and stop trying to convince women to come with them. They don't even know what to do with them. He smacked a boy upside his head, a red hand mark appearing on his bald green head. "OI! WE'Z OFF NOW! COME ON!"
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It had been some time, trudging his feet through the desert, when an emerging sandwurm had leaped overhead. Sandwurms were destructive creatures, large snake-esque creatures that were comparable to a dragon. Oft described as 'a snake with a body as big as it's ego', they always eat their targets whole, so the average adventurer should always have a good choppa or machete in hand to deal with the innards and saw through the scaly plated hide of the wurm. Another wurm however, leapt through the air, bringing his attention to the skies above.

"Look ahloive! Wing caht up aboove!" They prepared for an attack, halberds at the ready, when they noticed that the griffon wasn't coming for them, but in the direction they were walking in. Damned Light Kingdom and their fancy couriers. Grumbling, he took it upon himself to get the attention of this courier before the King woke up and burned them alive. He rummaged through his runt's pack, the tired little guy sitting on his ass, cooking alive from the scorching heat. He finally found a rag, and wiped clean a spot on his weapon. Cleverly, he angled the halberd towards the sky and began flashing the rider, rays of light reflecting brightly off the vaguely clean metal.

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Eris's platinum hair swayed slightly in the breeze as she sat on a stone bench in the gardens. Flowers of every color and style was thriving in the dark soil, their delicate petals giving of pleasant aromas. Each flower had been grown with skill and care, nurtured and cared for until they bloomed into the colorful plants that they are today.

A delicate white rose was held in Eris's pale hands. Her crimson eyes gaze fixed on the perfect flower, her favorite flower. The red skirt of her dress blew in the soft breeze that swept through the garden, a peaceful silence rested on the extraordinary garden.

The flower in Eris's loose grip began to shake in the breeze before it flew out of her grasp and began to gently glide on the wind. Eris's gaze followed the flower as it glided in the winds current before it softly landed on the green grass.

Eris dusted off her dress as she stood up and approached the flower, her hair swaying in the wind. Peaceful. Something that had only recently been achieved again among the kingdoms, as fragile as it is. Unlike the garden she was in, which will always be in perfect serenity.

Eris stopped walking as she reached the rose that sat on the soft grass. She crouched down, her pale hand lightly grabbing the stem only to stop abruptly, letting go of the rose and lifted up slightly. A small wound was visible on her index finger, a small bit of blood forming before it fell off and splattered onto the white petals of the rose. The crimson liquid permanently staining the once pure white petals.

Her gaze remained on the red blotch on the white petals, Eris still crouched on the ground. Her hand fell lightly to her side as she stared at the white rose, lost in her own thoughts.

Eris was removed from her thoughts as a servant approached her. "Princess your father wishes for you to be present for the court." Eris nodded before standing up and following the servant to the throne room.

Once she reached it she saw a dark elf pleading with her father to deal with the goblin who had raped his daughter. The goblin then had the courage to laugh at his crime. Disgusting, how could somebody commit such a crime then laugh about it? She watched as her father lost his temper and everyone in the room knelt down upon his command.

Eris watched as the shadows pierced the pathetic goblin killing him and splattering his blood everywhere. Servants quickly appeared and began to clean up the body including the one who had led her here.

She then approached the throne and stayed silent as her father talked to her mother and Pia.
 
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Cassiopeia
Dark Kingdom Throne Room

Of course Cassiopeia had greeted the queen with the same exuberance she had greeted the king with, though her attention would fully focus on King Rubdich as she made her report and received his responses. The demoness of light nodded her head understandingly, "apologies are not needed, my lord," she was well aware of the circumstances and she could easily manage the majority of the things that concerned her, though there were some things she couldn't handle herself which was why she brought the issue with water up to the king.

That bright and toothy grin returned as, much as she had expected, the Dark Lord at least temporarily solved her dilemma and thereby also aided his people. She graciously bowed her head, dipping into a slightly less formal curtsy, "thank you, your highness," she was still smiling as she looked back to him, her lips closing over those sharp teeth as he spoke, her pale eyes narrowing on him mischievously as he winked, "that is if I should choose to 'rope in' a man instead of a lady."

She laughed melodiously as Lord Rubdich accepted the flower on the queen's behalf, her lower lip pouting out after a moment, "well my lord, I had thought that seeing me would be gift enough for you while on the other hand the queen is a lady and ladies must be wooed," accompanying her playful laugh was a bright grin and she turned her attention to the dark queen, "of course your majesty, you are most welcome!" she offered a courteous bow of her head as she spoke sincerely and was obviously amused by the queen's playful teasing of her husband.

When the king bid farewell, Pia offered a respectful bow of her head before turning her full attention to the queen, "of course, your majesty. I serve no greater purpose than to aid my king and queen in the betterment of the kingdom," she was remaining composed, but inside she was celebrating. The news of the aquaduct was enough to make her cheeks dimple as they plumped from the joyous smile that crossed her features, "thank you very much, your majesty!" her hands clasped together, ombre fingertips interlacing as she once again bowed her head graciously.

She had turned to begin ushering the garden attendant with the cart out of the throne room when the queen turned back with a request and so Pia turned towards the queen again, a somewhat curious expression on her features. Of course that curious expression became one of excitement as she saw what the queen held and was asking of her and ever so delicately she accepted the seeds, bowing her head again as she smiled brightly, "yes your majesty," once the packet of seeds was in hand and the queen had taken her leave, Cassiopeia bid farewell to the princess and lead the attendant pushing the cart out of the throne room and back to the greenhouses.

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Emilia had been traveling for some time now, though she had no indicator as to exactly how long she had been on the move it was obvious she was close now as the tall trees of the Albion Woods had faded from under her replaced by a vast desert that stretched for miles in every direction. As the time went on her body had slowly adjusted to the rhythmic movements of the griffin in flight, and the feeling of nausea had lessened, at least to the point where she no longer felt like retching. She let out a yawn, shutting her eyes for a moment as weariness overtook her, the knight was ready for a long rest. It was then that she felt, no, saw a light from behind her shut eyelids, some strange annoyance reminiscent of the sun gleaming through a crack in the curtains early in the morning. She would ignore it normally, simply turning her head to avoid the annoyance but it persisted, shining relentlessly against her efforts.

Finally the knights eyes shot open and she whipped her head around curiously to find the source of the annoyance to find quite the strange sight, she had to squint to see them but it appeared that a band of orks were trying to signal for her from below. Tilting her head for a moment in confusion, she had the griffin turn to head back towards the small group, slowly lowering itself onto the ground before landing near them. As she slid off the side of the griffon she stumbled a bit before her boots found proper footing, the long flight had taken it's toll on her already, she approached to the group of them with a polite smile and a wave. She hoped this little encounter wouldn't take too long, though she was always willing to help there were more pressing matters at hand, the shipment needed to be checked on soon, for her sake as much as the guards.

It took her a moment before she made a realization, and her hands went into her bag to produce the chalkboard which she quickly scrawled down a message, holding it up for them. The board simply read "what do you need?" accompanied by a quizzical expression from the knight.

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Ghazzy Crashasmasha
Shifting Dunes

Slightly amazed at the fact that the often haughty Light Kingdom courier actually decided to pay attention to the often filthy, rowdy, reckless orks was astounding to Ghazzy. He knew where he stood in the world to his rival kingdom, but that didn't bother him. Not much bothered him to be fair, but the thought of being 'lesser than' drove many orks into a frenzy where varying fluids would froth out of their mouths like rabid dogs. The fact that he didn't do that must've been why he was chosen as a diplomat, the boss is very wise after all, in his encompassing intellect.

As the Knight, woman it seemed, dismounted, a few boyz got excited to touch the 'wing-cat' and talk to the knight. To reassert dominance and keep them on task, he pushed a few around, knocked them to the ground and flipped them over his shoulder. A few paltry words are never enough for the boy to understand, but physical violence is something that all races spoke. His carry'n runt cowered under his master's wrath, trying desperately not to be caught in the one-sided crossfire. After a flurry of attacks from the superior Black Ork to the boyz, Ghazzy turned his attention to the knight from over his shoulder, who had waved politely, as most Lumens do. At least he wasn't being spat at this time.

He simply stared at her for a brief second. He had something to say, but he was studying her face. He was so used to the scars, bruises, and burns that his brethren and himself earned from battle. From growing, and becoming more than he thought he could ever be. She, she was a knight, a warrior, and her face. . . It was smooth. He locked his curiosity into a stranglehold until it ran out of breath and suffocated. Almost opening his mouth to speak, it was simply left agape as she seemed to perk up, and rummage through her belongings to produce a slate and rock. She scratched the rock against the slate, not quite inscribing it, but still leaving its markings upon it. He had seen grafitti, but why do this upon such a small surface personal to oneself? Must be practice.

She then held it up to him, showing him what she drew. It was a few lines and shapes. He shut his mouth as his eyes squinted to try and distinguish what she was trying to prove to him. Noticing how uniform it was, it clicked in his head that she was writing. That human thing that he didn't know how to do. He usually had somebody else read and write for him. Nudging a boy with a pair of goggles strapped to his bald head, the leather-clad ork stood to attention, placing his halberd at his side. Ghazzy didn't have time for show-offs. He pointed to the sign. "Read." The boy complied, strapping on his goggles, foggy from sweat and heat, and read the little blurb aloud.

"It sez boss, 'Wot do ya need?' Ghazzy looked to the knight, who had the face of an ork who questioned what type of squig was gnawing on his elbow. "Ah." Was all that Ghazzy could say. "I woz signal'ln ya to ask a few questshuns sinz yer wing-caht wuz heddin' to da Fire Kingdom. I dun' whont ya ta be turned ta ash fer goin' in da wrong placez, an' I dun' whont ta share yer fate fer lettin' dat 'appen as a Black Ork. Wotter' you seekin' ta do in da Kingdom, coz I woz jus' goin' dere meself."

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Hanako the Ronin
Location: Scotty's House
"Arigato... Sco... Scotty-san... Did I say it right...? Well, thank you for this.... bread I think...?" Hanako felt the slices of bread and gave it a tentative sniff. The bread has a wheaty smell. For the next few minutes, Hanako would nibble her way through the bread while staring at the two guards. She took more notice to the plate armour they wore and the weapons on their hip. Except for one, the male seemed to... not seem fully human. But she brushed that thought aside as she swallowed her first mouthful of bread. It was rather filling and the taste was okay but it was... dry. But one does not have time to be picky and she finished off her bread within 5 minutes.

"Now... I do believe that you have questions for me?" Hanako asked the two guards, ready for almost any question really.

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Hitoshi nodded back to Raiden as he stood up. He could tell very quickly that Raiden knew the seriousness of the situation. So for him to be the first to respond gave the king some peace.

Mizaki was the next to respond. He stood up and bowed slightly to the king before heading to follow Ryusuuji. He didn't really know Ryusuuji that much. They resided at the same post, but the ever so quiet Ninja kept to himself. Mizaki on the other hand was the Ninja who excelled in his training and skills, but yet some how would manage to get into plenty of trouble with his masters. You could tell that the Ninja had a lot of energy to burn and got bored quickly. so his actions were more towards entertainment or just wanting to do something.

Kazue watched as the others started to leave before he too removed himself from the table. Leaving Okami and Hitoshi to wait upon the Samurai for the other mission.

Kazue knew of the ghost Ninja and had meet him plenty of times as Hitoshi showed a bit of favoritism towards him. But Kazue found Mizaki more interesting. Ryusuuji was always so quiet and didn't react to any of his antics. But Mizaki was one of or the only Ninja that had ever spoken back to him in anger or sarcasm. So the loud Ninja would be his own amusement upon the journey to see the Dark King.

As the three finally left the room Kazue looked over the two. "Gather your things... I shall meet you at the stables." He stated before looking them over once more. "If you need anything extra for the journey just let the help know it's ordered by me or the king." He added as he headed off in his own direction.

Mizaki let a slow breath escape his nose as he watched the Prince leave. He let his shoulders drop as his mind registered the mission in his mind. He was use to doing missions with Okami or other Vanguards and could do missions with others not of the sort.... but going on a long journey with Kazue was eating away at his insides.

He finally turned to Ryusuuji, "I'll start off with the wolves." he stated.

In Arashi they never used horses because of their terrain. Horses were useful out in the rest of the realm but here in the mountains, only wolves were useful for long journeys. As he left he let his feet slightly drag on the ground a bit. Mizaki was known very well for letting his emotions show all too well in little ways. Not the true nature of a Ninja and he has been addressed upon the issue, but there was not much the Ninja could control when it came to his feelings.

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Not much time later after addressing the stables about what wolves they would need, he could be found in the kitchen.... Of course. The Ninja had a strong sweet tooth and a bottomless pit like stomach. Food clearly always on his mind. He had already gotten the other things he would need on the journey ahead and now he was on his last task. He looked over the scroll in front of him and the food laid out ready to be packed away.

for him personally this needed the most time when getting ready.

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Raiden wasted no time in getting prepared. Luckily, it was very rare and in between that Ryusuuji went anywhere unprepared. He stocked up on extra weapons, predicting that he may need to use them for the trip and changed the garb he was wearing. While he stood out against the snow and ice of Arashi, he would blend in very well with the rest of the world in his black clothing.

Needless to say, The Ghost of Arashi was the first one to arrive and the first to be ready to leave. The vampire silently ran a hand through the giant grey wolf that would serva as his mount in due time. The noble creature laid down, sensing his rider was nit yet ready to depart. Instead, he just enjoyed thr hand the stroked through his thick fur.

Raiden patiently awaited the prince and fellow ninja to finish their preparations.

If he was being honest though, this trip rather excited him. It would never show but Ryusuuji had wanted to meet the rulers of the dark kingdom. He wanted to know the secret behind their power. The power that could wage war on the world. Perhaps, he could even gain a deeper understanding of the curse that afflicted him. It was one thing to read the records the Arashi had on vampires but it was something else entirely to hear it from an elder first hand.

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If only this could last a bit longer...

Those were the thoughts that went through the Demon King's mind as he gazed down over the landscape from hundreds of feet in the air. His wife was correct in her teasing, the pegasi noticed him instantly and were nor hesitant to show their enthusiasm upon his return. They had all but trampled him into the ground, particularly his own. A pegasus as black as the night sky with eyes to match. Even the Queen's seemed to be happy to see him, in her own way. Much like Queen herself.

The destructive, ashy landscape of the fire kingdom lay below and Desh couldn't but smile at spires of lava and dunes of sand on the outskirts. Out of all light walkers, Orks were the only ones that Desh somewhat liked on a basic level. The reason being that they simply didnt giving a flying squig's ass about anyone really. The only thing they cared about was a good fight and the taste of victory. They were the one kingdom that the dark lord didnt have some kind of personal intolerance towards.

Alas, as much as he enjoyed the feeling of the breeze moving through his ashen hair, he didn't want his pegasus to be brought down from the sky by Burna Boyz. The king quickly descended from the skies and touched down some ways away from the bar Grim had told him about. He walked the rest of the way. The king wore his casual clothing now for a multitude of reasons but the main one being he didnt want to dirty his formal attire any further. He left his pegasus outside, and proceeded inside to the bar where he sat in wait for ruler of flame.

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