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[The Regal Rper]

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A frozen tundra with nothing but ice turned civil. Atlas is full unique creatures capable of surviving its climates, and heavily fortified and protected city-states, that holds the military governed nation of in high security. Divided into coastal islands the further northwest one goes and a gulf within its center, Atlas city is the city that is always busy. Heavily invested in technological advancement, the nation is the most technologically advanced with teleportation systems being based within its capital and other cities as well. This nation, aims to keep its citizens protected 24/7 and prevent Grimm from ever causing another bad incident within its borders ever again.

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  Atlas Academy
  Atlas Academy is located south of Atlas City. Behind it are cliffs, in front of it a single long pathway that leads into Atlas City itself. The Academy harbors multiple facilities for training, dorms, and sustenance as well as medical care. Much like any other Academy it also has its share of roads that connect to other streets and highways to give Paladins and Sentries alike the quick access they need to answer emergencies.
  
  
  
  
  
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  Misc. Locations
  All the settlements, cities, and regions within the nation of Atlas are available for play.
  
  
  Atlas City
  The Capital of Atlas.
  
  

 

[Probably George]

Jomisia tracked his way through the wilderness, eventually making his way into the city. It'd been a few days since he felt concrete on feet. The sound of the city and its voices filled Jomi's ears. It was a nice break from the silence of the outside environment. But Jomisia wasn't here on vacation. He came in search of a woman. Kassandra, if he remembered right. He got word that she was another seer. If things went right, she would lead him closer to the fragments. It was a bit nerve racking how convenient this would be. It seemed a bit too good to true, but this wouldn't stop Jomi.

After making his way around the city, asking some people about Kassandra, Jomisia was lead to her shop. Jewelry? He was doubtful. Jomi made his way inside, looking around the inside. Kassandra's future sight rumors seemed more and more like nothing more than a rumor. It's still worth his time. At worst, he'll just buy something nice to bring back to his ma when he visits. He walked up to the counter. "Excuse me, I'm looking for a Miss... Kassandra? A seer."

 

[The Regal Rper]

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[div class=cap2] Lady Kassandra[/div]

[div class=cap2]Ravak Buraka[/div]

[div class=cap2]Nelnel Buraka[/div]

[div class=locate]Atlas City
Wishes & Hopes Peak[/div]

"Hello!" The peppy voice of one young man echoed off the walls in a rather unnatural way and in a puff of black-purple smoke that disappeared as instantly as it appeared, the stranger met Jomi with a rather unnatural sharp toothy grin said: "How may I help you?"

Jomi, did not in fact need to reply. Because the apparent, the pale-purple skinned employee of the jewelry establishment answered his earlier question almost right away. "Oh, you're here for Lady Kassandra's foresight aren't you?" Again a response wasn't needed as the horned young man, answered his own obvious question before a response was required. "Well, do come quickly now and let me see if you're in the list of appointments." Like Indiana Jones with his whip, the horned, one eyed, tailed cyclops wrapped his purple-black tail around the traveler's free wrist and with a rather strong tug, the neatly dressed employee led Jomi to the counter.

"Now let's see here-- OH!" the young man stopped, spun on the heels of his polished dressing shoes and gave Jomi a friendly smile as he clapped both of his oddly darker hued hands together. "My name is Omi, and I am Lady Kassandra's assistant. The other employees have a day off today so I apologize for the feeling of emptiness at the moment. Now then", he blinked out of existence in a puff of smoke and re-appeared in front of the register- "let's see if I can do something about you request, dear guest." While Omi disappeared into under the desk to pull out a file, Jomi was free to look around. And if he did, he would've seen quite an odd assortment of stuff for a place that claimed to be nothing more than a jewelry store.

On the walls, there were placeholders. Plates of armor where holes had been made with intricate designs, sliced into with empowered blades hotter than fire to craft each unique design meant for each unique stone, ornament or gem. There were weapons that hung on these walls. Some had guns, blasters that held no charges to empower the death lasers that could be used to fire them, but instead had been fixed with unique crafts of a single gem that complimented it's design and would not seem to impede a wielder in the heat of battle. Swords, all of which were fake but looked so real, also held their own magical gems. These rubies flared in the light, sparkled like a crackling fire, shimmered like light on water, and had this wondrous beauty to them that your average Dust, did not seem to hold as strong a candle to when you compared the works of these gems to the natural minerals of Dust.

Tables nearby walls stretched out to meet the walkway from the register to the entrance. Forming a neat and straight line from door to register and giving all customers the chance to look through the assortment of items on display. Some of the jewelry; necklaces, bracelets, brooches specifically glinted with a unique glow. Elements of Dust had been sewn into their metal, and they gave the most beautiful shines that complimented each mystifying gem.

"Aha!" Omi shouted. He found a small thumb sized drive and shoved it into the projector's terminal and waited only but a few milliseconds before a holographic image appeared. Hundreds of names with faces scrolled by with a simple flick of his finger. Times, dates, days, hours, in which meetings had been scheduled and had already passed or were failed to be met all glowed a bright and rosy red, while appointments that had been successful all glowed a bright and warm lemony yellow. It took at least a minute or two for the tailed two horned cyclops, a Mystic no doubt, to scroll through everything and when he finished scrolling through the catalog he gave the one armed traveler a sympathetic frown.

"I'm sorry, sir. But..." he stared at Jomi for a second, glanced at his slung and wrapped up arm, then looked him back in the eye as intuition warned him that this man would be trouble. "....I don't believe your face is here", he turned the holographic screen over and with a slim dark purple finger, scrolled up to show the latest appointments that had been made the week before.

None of them had Jomi's face on them. No appointment, meant no seer.

"I'm afraid--"

"Thank you for help Lady Kassandra." A feminine voice interrupted as two elfs, one redhead and one who's hair was as white as snow exited from a curtain and turned to face the short, smiling older woman who followed right behind them.

"Your welcome. I hope whatever travels you do come across--", she paused. And when she paused she stared. Stared right at Jomi. And when she stared right at Jomi, the man and woman that had appeared with her, turned and they too stared at Jomi.

Silence flooded the room and the white haired elf, the one who hid a scar that went from one eye to the cheek bone, twitched a finger but made no other movements. The woman beside him, touched his shoulder gently, and with but a touch any sign of hesitation he showed disappeared and she smiled a sweet, beautiful smile towards Jomi's direction that made the whole awkward scene disappear. "Forgive my brother, dear stranger." Her smile widened and she shifted the bag she wore around one shoulder to her back so it lay hidden, "you looked familiar for a second and the dear Lady is an old friend of ours so we merely recalled old memories is all. Come, Ravak, we must go."

Ravak grunted. A gruff, grunt that vibrated from the deepness of his voice. He said not a word to Jomi as he passed him, in fact he didn't even look at him. It was his sister who remained behind to offer her bearings goodbye to the old blonde woman and a small wave goodbye to the tailed cyclops before she too made her departure from the store after her brother.

"..." Lady Kassandra watched the two leave for a single second before she turned her gaze towards the tall man by Omi's side. "And who is this? A guest? Or a client?"

"Neither." Omi informed, his golden eye on the store owner and his tail no longer waving around but calm and lethargic. "He never made an appointment so, I'm not certain what he's here for. If you want I can---"

"No no. It's been a slow morning. You there, boy, what's your name? And tell me what it is you'd like here in my store. If it is a reading you want, for such short notice you will have to pay extra instead of the regular price. Now, tell me. What is it you want?"

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[Probably George]

"Uh-... Ac-... wai-..." Jomi kept trying to get his words out as the boy kept going on and on. It was slightly annoying, but Jomi understood he was just a ball of energy. When the Omi gave him the look, it made Jomi shudder. If things went south here, it might be the end of all Jomi has worked for. With the hesitant "no" from Red, Jomisia gripped tightly at his staff. Hold it in; exploding would make things worse. Omi just had to understand the importance of Jomi's visit. "I'm not a customer, I'm here on a mission from a G-" Luckily, his slip up abruptly ended with another interruption.

Two young adults burning a hole through his head. Jomi recognized them. This is bad. Don't explode, don't explode. Mumbling helped with his problem of bursting under anxiety. He was ready to retaliate to anything they'd throw at them. No, he needs to play victim. They'll get arrested, and out of his way. No killing. Suddenly, the girl spoke up. Jomi released a deep breath of relief. "No no, it's fine. Recalling memories can... have effects."

As the two passed him, his heart finally camd back up to his chest. The old woman, whom he pieced together to be Kassandra, was a proper nice lady. Jomi shot her a smile. "I'm Jomisia O'mara." He gently took her hand, planting a soft kiss on her knuckle. "I must talk to you of a very important matter. It concerns the fate of humanity and the Gods." Jomi wedged his staff under his arm to lightly bring her to the back room. He couldn't take a step before dropping his staff. It was a bit humiliating. Jomisia struggled to bend over a grab it, propping himself back up. "I... I'm sorry about that. Let's go please..." Truely embarrassing. Still in his prime and having to deal with basically a cane.

 

[The Regal Rper]

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[div class=cap2] Lady Kassandra[/div]

[div class=locate]Atlas City
Wishes & Hopes Peak[/div]

Gold eye watching, tail swishing from side-to-side Omi watched carefully and when the 'guest' reached out and kissed the Lady's hand, Omi relaxed.. but he relaxed only slightly. Every step the traveler made was scrutinized by his eye, and every slightest gesture done told the Mystic twenty-six year old that this man...was dangerous.

And dangers or future ones, much like pesky little insects, needed to be squashed with one big old boot before they became a problem in the residence.

Kassandra, ever aware of her young little assistant's wary eye, raised a hand, a gentle passive gesture that meant one word and one word only. Stop.

And cease his movement the horned, tailed cyclops did. "Jomisia", Lady Kassandra's tender voice said with a touch of wonder, perhaps a hint of interest at such a rare commonly heard name. "Well, if your quest here is as grave as you say it to be then...yes, I shall take up your request." She patted the boy's shoulder gently with a warm smile, in spite of his bashfulness at the minor slip up with the staff, Lady Kassandra didn't seem to mind at all. "Omi, please call if there are any other clients here for a reading. Tell them that at the moment I will be busy till I finish a special request from a new client."

Tail swishing to the side and forming a candy-cane like curl Omi brushed bright purple hair out of his face, then nodded humbly. His smile returning. "Of course Lady Kassandra. If you need anything else, don't hesitate to call." And in a poof of black smoke, Omi vanished as the old, graying blonde woman, led the way through a wall of curtains and guided the one armed traveler up a series of spiral stairs.

A wall slid black with a silent click when it did a room was revealed. That room had windows that allowed for nothing but Atlas City be on full display. Out on the streets people; human, elf, chimera, faunus- all sorts of people from all sorts of places moved in the hustle and bustle traffic that could only be as familiar as the crowded halls of a high school. Light poured in from the sides out of large awning windows into this large circular room where a hexagonal roof that caved in upwards could be seen almost like a cone. With a clap of her hands, all those lights, all those distractions faded as covers slid from hidden openings to block out light, sound, and any unnecessary noises and in their place, new magical lights ignited.

These lights floated in the air but stuck close to the walls. Casting their strange bizarre glow to bring light to the passerby so they wouldn't trip and fall over the newly cleaned white carpet laid on the hard tile floors.

The entire walk from the store to this strange section of the building took a total of five minutes. In that time Lady Kassandra had said very little to Jomisia O' mara and had only asked the simple questions. Simple questions like if the name he'd used back at the store was his real name. If he was being sincere when he said the fate of life and the word of gods had guided him from his home to come and meet her or if that was a lie. If he was here for ulterior motives (not that she would judge as her job was to read the visions not to judge them), or if they were noble.

She'd also asked him personal questions. Where he came from. The name of the settlement he was born in. If he had siblings, if he was married, if he had a lover or was in that typical youngin' status of 'its complicated', and last but not least if he had children. But, the elderly woman was not done. She had one final question. A question she did not ask till they sat in a circular room in front of a crystal table, sitting right across from each other in a big enough room fit for the knights of King Arthur. Where tapestry's hung depicting legendary figures heard only in mythology, fairy tales, stories or otherwise wearing strange symbols or conquering horrendous battles. For a long minute or two, Lady Kassandra said nothing. She fixed herself some tea, sat down in front of the large table looking rather small for a five foot six woman, and then after finishing her tea- smiled lightly at Jomi before placing both hands on her lap.

"Jomisia", her voice was gentle in the odd warmth yet coolness of the room bathed in bright blue light. "I told you on our way here I had one more question to ask of you. And that question is..." she licked her lips before continuing "what are you truly here for?" A finger pointed to his arm. "Since you entered this place, I have had nothing but a small headache that I'm afraid will only get worse the closer I am to you and that arm you hide in a sling is the cause. The energy coming from it is not natural. It is...abnormal in every sense of the word." And as she said this she shook her hand to remove the shivers that afflicted it. "If you suffered from some sort of trigger event as you say, whatever mutations may have happened to your body would never emit the kind of energy I am sensing in that arm. I've met many people who underwent Trigger Events themselves, and while I understand your hesitance to share the truth of how you came to get your powers I can tell you right now. Any decent Sensor with half a brain will know that that arm, is not normal. Not in the sense of 'normal' we use in our world."

"So tell me", the miss rested one hand on her chin. "Who sent you? Why are you here?"

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[Probably George]

Jomisia was a bit hesitant releasing very sensitive info to this woman, but what ever it took to earn her trust and get her services. It was difficult to take himself to the ground, gently sitting down and getting himself comfortable.

"Regarding your first series of questions; I am an only child, without a relationship. All I have for immediate family are my older parents. I assume you've heard of Opaim of Vale. Where the House of Discovery resides." He took in a deep breath. Jomi's voice was soft but sturdy, like that of a story teller. "This is very sensitive information. The God's are all powerful, of course. Too powerful. With their fragments, they could destroy all life in an instant. They are tyrants. I wish to make sure they never have the opportunity to wipe the slate clean when they feel their power is threatened. I am on a mission to collect these fragments, and dispose of them. If they decide for fight back, then we'll see who's stronger. Man, or his creator."

Now the arm... Jomi wanted to keep the Eldritch God out of this as much as he could. He had to be vague. "And the sling... That needs more context. When I was younger, a woman such as yourself helped me reach my Qin. When she did, I got a vision of another world. The God of such realm spoke to me, and gave me the revelation I just disposed to you. After I returned, I had markings on my arm, as well as it becoming disabled. An Elder from the House of Discovery attempted to transcribe it, but he... passed. I've decided that I will advert it from curious eyes to keep people safe. I believe it'll make sense to me when the time comes."

The whole idea might have sounded like it came from a mad man, but the unworldly aura was evident enough. "I am but a young man on a mission. Would you please help me? Mistakes have been made on my part, and I wish to prevent any further."

The Regal Rper

 

[The Regal Rper]

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[div class=cap2] Lady Kassandra[/div]

[div class=locate]Atlas City
Wishes & Hopes Peak[/div]

• A Request
• The End

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  There was a long pause of silence then a slow exhale from the nose. Lady Kassandra's eyes were closed. Lost in a moment of a thought. Till finally--
  
  "Alright." The elder woman sighed. "I don't sense any dishonesty in your words. But", she stressed the final word, "I request you pay up front as soon as your reading is done." It was the only thing she could really say or do.
  
  After all what else was there that she could do? Turn him out for wasting her time on an old fairy tale? Call him delusional and have Omi remove the weary traveler? The thoughts had popped into her head with each word the young man spoke, and every time she saw there was no lie that her spirit could detect hidden in those words, her heart sank just a little more. And her eyes could do nothing but wander towards the slung arm that made the ache in her forehead rise with every passing few minutes.
  
  No one was supposed to know about the Artifacts. Not in the way that Jomisia spoke of them now. They were lost items, like that of Excalibur, items often believed to be nothing more than fiction. There were hundreds of myths and legends written on them in ancient history that depicted them in Hundreds of different kinds of forms with various abilities, each with its own story mixed into one religion or others. So it wasn't uncommon to hear -once in a blue moon- someone talk or mention of them. But to speak as if they were real, and not detect a single lie in a word he'd said? Unheard of. At least in Atlas, the ludicrous suggestion of anything such as magic items being divine in power, was laughable.
  
  The only reason she wasn't laughing was because she knew this was not yet another case she could simply sweep under the rug. And Jomisia's arm to top everything off, had the Lady nothing but full of well-hidden concern.
  
  "Place your hand on the table", she instructed while massaging a temple to dull the ache. And once she had she too did the same. Only where Jomisia's hand touched the table there was a subtle glow of light underneath the hand. And where the elder woman's hands floated over the table that warm, azure glow began to spread across the entirety of the crystal table's surface. Only one word could be used to describe the table's reaction to the two aura users; magic.
  
  "State your name", Lady Kassandra said as the entire crystal table gained a powerful glow of light and it began to flood the room with its radiance. "State it loud and clear and then, we will begin."
  
  The moment Jomisia said his name, the entire table turned off like a switch had been flipped off and all the blue orbs with their flames, shook as a gentle breeze swept through the room.
  
  "It is time." Lady Kassandra's voice said in calm coolness. "Let us begin."
  
  And the crystal table responded, with a wailing flood of light that absorbed not just her, but the traveler to.
  
  

  
  

  
  
  The world collapsed around them and they were sucked into an endless stream of images. Hundreds of images, thousands of images. Some were old, others were new. But he would not know that. Only she would and it was best it stayed that way.
  
  The stream speared straight on a perpetual path that held no known foreseeable destination. There was no land. There was no sky, and there was no time. Time was irrelevant. It was only when it wanted to be relevant once again that the blurred images would stop, and Kassandra could already tell...that this journey would be a decisive one for Jomisia indeed.
  
  Time was meant for the real world and where her powers directed them, she knew things would only transpire when the time itself was right. Take a right here, then a left there. Weightless, disconnected from their bodies but still whole in mind while the Lady and Traveler sat in a room hundreds upon thousands of miles away, time and space dumped its baggage and presented all it had to show before them. And as they drove through the never ending flash of colors, rode on the back of a camel through the mess that was reality, and soared past buildings and over water, through people, the world would continue to shift and change. Never static, constantly changing.
  
  And it would only grow faster the more ruin Lady Kassandra sensed as they passed through each and every world.
  
  They rushed through reality like lighting. And sometimes, if Jomisia paid attention and looked anywhere, space would slow and faces of people. Faces, buildings- objects, or places began to become less blurry and more opaque-- more clear. Faces of people in Jomisia's life; his mother, his father, his home, his friends, the places he'd been to, the places he hadn't been to, the places he had wanted to go to but never had the chance of going to, and the places he could've gone to and did go to.
  
  She saw and sensed the multiple lives of a single person across the entire spectrum of time, and she did it all in one sitting with plenty of time to spare.
  
  The past, the present, the future, they all unfolded; the multiple paths a person could have taken but didn't were impossible to see through the haze and blur. These were places that led to futures, people, and events locked in time and beyond her vision. Places Lady Kassandra could not show Jomisia because they were options he could never take again, as the time to follow those paths had already passed and he would never be able to follow them the way alternate versions of him had chosen to instead. But at the same time, she also saw the multiple choices they could've taken and did.
  
  These visions, were just as blurry but the way they worked was like a taxi driver and their client. She drove to the path, with the directions he provided. Each road showed the paths a person could take and hadn't taken yet. Their past, their present, their future- the very map of their lives became a clear painted picture for her, and in turn as his medium, Lady Kassandra could show him any future he desired based solely off his present. Blurs that flew by through the stream of time would slow and become clear for Jomisia to see. It was in these events he could recognize people of his past, faces he knew or places he'd been to and it was based off his life and his very clear request that she was given the directions to narrow down the multiple paths and show him the ones that were directly in front of him. The destination, not in her power, but the manner of paths they took to get there- completely in her control.
  
  For Jomisia's request, his desire to be given the help he needed to locate the Fragments, despite her ultimate desire to not want to show him the future possibilities ahead, Kassandra continued through the road of time with a stoic mask and only spoke in a echo of a hundred voices when they arrived.
  
  

  "We have arrived."​

  
  And the rush of time stopped as the world opened the path to Jomisia's possible future.
  
  
  
  
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  A boy. A single boy stood before Jomisia in a empty plain of white. His breathing was heavy. His arms were bruised, and his power faded as he collapsed to one knee.
  
  When he looked up to stare at the traveler he did not smile like the people of Jomisia's past had when he had flown by. He stared. Glared. And bit back a scowl.
  
  The blew jewel encased into the chest plate of his armor, glowed, and slowly- all bruises on the boys body; the bruised eye, the cuts, the bloody nose, they all faded and healed.
  
  "why....why do you do this?" the boy asked and as he rose as the jewel in his chest glowed, new energy restored him.
  
  Jomisia found himself reply, "Because it is necessary." And the words were cold.
  
  As cold as the bodies that littered the ground, but as warm as the blood that watered the plants.
  
  "This!" a gale blew by, "THIS! Is necessary?!" The boy glared. Furious, livid, disgusted at the scene around them. Where bodies, and weapons fell at every second, of every chance. The scene exploded into an image of a battle. Where Grimm attacked innocents, and Paladins moved in to defend. Where Sentries had no choice, and were made to go out and fight other Paladins who worked with the other side.
  
  The chaos happened all around them, but it was just the two of them the world focused on. Just a boy and a man, with the same ideals and the same goals. Just completely different ways in approaching them.
  
  Where one was willing to do whatever was necessary. Champion the divine if he had to.
  
  While another had yet to cross that bridge. But held hatred. A powerful deep rooted hatred, that had yet to be truly awakened. A hatred, Jomisia could see dimly, in the boy's eyes.
  
  "Boy--"
  
  "My name", he shouted face reddening, eyes glaring, "is IVAN you bloke! Ivan Sablich! Get it right for once in your damn life!" And the explosion that followed just behind them did nothing to impede or ruin the mood. Merely punctuate it.
  
  "...Ivan", the arm stung with pain- mind numbing pain, pain he hadn't felt in years--
  
  "Ivan", Jomisia's voice strained in growing impatience, "you need to stop playing with what you don't understand and give me what I came for."
  
  The gem glowed, and the pain in the arm doubled. One question was asked in return. "Do you understand what you're playing with?" Ivan's voice asked in eerie calm. Eyes, furnaces of rage.
  
  Jomisia did not reply. He blinked, ignored the pain and walked forward, staff in hand, tightly held and ready. Ready to do what was right.
  
  Ready to kill a boy if he had to.
  
  "Yes." He said, silent, final. And as his foot stepped forward again, Ivan moved towards him as well.
  
  Before he knew it, he was huffing as he ran to meet his opponent.
  
  And before he'd realized everything had changed once again.
  
  

  
  

  
  
  The chase was on. The two elfs had familiar faces. One of red hair, one of silver. Brother and sister; one drove, the other fired bullets into the streets and Jomisia raised a wall of earth to protect him from the worst of the metal slugs.
  
  "STOP!" The traveler shouted but neither one would listen.
  
  "STOP!" He yelled again, but his cry went unheard.
  
  The ground shook, a pillar rose, and he was sent flying several yards ahead of them, only to use his aura to slam into the ground with a roll as he turned to face the approaching vehicle.
  
  "STOP!" For the third time he warned and this time, the twins did. They stopped by jumping out of the car, but the car charged onward, straight for the man without a care in the world.
  
  Jomisia growled. A pillar rose, the earth curled like a ball to cover him and the hit was taken causing rock to shift, crack, and fall as the explosion took over.
  
  Earth crumbled and soon he could see again. And the moment he could, a new battle began.
  
  The redhead, the woman, the one he'd seen in the store- she attacked. Four arms grabbed her, powerful, strong and slammed him into the ground where it cracked from the force. Dazed, and stunned, Jomisia willed his power to work, stones rose and flew into the enemy. Swinging in arcs to strike at her exposed waist and sides and when it did she was made to drop him and moved back.
  
  WHACK the staff slapped right, then left. Weakened from his Trigger the traveler was, but weak in truth, he was not. Smacks were taken, and the redhead beauty, the elf with four arms and who now towered over him, took each in stride as they fought on the roadside, only to grab the staff with her arm and send him spinning, with a headbutt.
  
  "RAVAK, DO IT NOW!"
  
  The ground shook. The snow haired elf trembled with light and power. His eyes glowed, his arms were alight, and in a spear of light that flew from his hands as he thrust them forward, the sister jumped out of the way. Jomisia barely had much of a chance to do anything. Except create a small wall made of asphalt just barely as tall as he.
  
  It exploded on contact with the light, and sent him and rubble backwards, rolling and tumbling till they came to a stop- where Jomisia rolled onto his hand and knees.
  
  "Give me..." he breathed wearily, dizzy, sore, and tired, "Give me...the compass....I", he spat on the roadside, "I need it, to find the Fragments. I need it to stop all of this from getting worse."
  
  The twins paused. They looked at the man, then looked at each other. "We need it to stop something worse." Was the sister's reply.
  
  The Ravak grunted, then raised his hand. "We don't need you slowing us down. The Saviors need this more than a single man. And you won't get anywhere on your own anyway. Now, do us a favor and die." The sister replied.
  
  A wave of light was sent forward, a spear of stone countered to block it. And when the light flooded Jomisia's vision, the future was gone and Lady Kassandra sat with her hands holding her head.
  
  
  

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Jomi held himself from collapsing afterwards. So much had happened, so much going through his mind. These were just possibilities, so Jomi still had hope that his goal was possible. "Ivan..." He mumbled to himself. "I-. I hope you'll keep this a secret. There's bigger things going on." Jomi paused to get himself up. "If things get too complicated, I will do what ever takes to make sure nothing goes wrong." With staff in hand, Jomi left. After of course paying for Kassandra's service. Now there was a new mission. Those two from before are gonna be an obstacle. A very dangerous one. Taking them head one would be suicide. So he has to put what he learned into play. After waddling his way out, Jomi saw the younger ones walking down the street. This quick movement was exhausting. Jomi called out to them. "Wait Ravak!" After he caught up to them, Jomi stopped to take a breath. "The... the saviors... they sent me... the-" He stopped, looking around. "Compass. I'm Jomisia, the Saviors's... operant." Hopefully this guise would pass off.