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Fantasy The Dark Era

Annika nodded and grinned. "Yes, I love it," She giggled gleefully. The little elf didn't seem to notice the two below them, and instead asked Khal a question, "Do you have any magic?" She guessed he did, since he was an elf, but maybe flying as his only enhancement. "And if you do, what are they?" She added curiously.
 
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It was all silent now...the birds were not chirping, the animals were not scurrying, all was calm and quiet...except for the crunch of twigs and dirt beneath the feet of two pairs of boots as a tall lithe figure walked down the trail in the forest, like a shadow she walked down in a calm manner, blending into the forest around her. Her hair, the dark green that matched the trees flowed behind her body that was wrapped in tight leather hides from the animals she had killed many months ago, her boots had been a gift of a King whome she had 'taken care' of an enemy for only weeks ago because she'd had no shoes at the time. Her face was covered in a dark mask that hide pink lips formed into an intense scowl as she concentrated on the path before her and only a pair of golden eyes that pierced straight through the soul and heart with how gentle they seemed, but this was a lie.


This was Linette. Lone Elven woman who traveled all over, with no education and no home, she was forced to kill to survive, taking on jobs by anyone who was willing to pay. Pray that you are never her target.


The Badlands were an extent of her travels that she was constantly crossing, but she had a new assignment and had to get there on time.


King Jumia had hired her. The cruel king did not say what her new assignment was, but she could only imagine who he wanted her to kill next. She had worked for the cruel leader many a year before when she was first starting out. He had appreciated her style and the fact that she killed quickly and without mercy, though he had requested that she make his enemy suffer...she refused lest her wrath be turned to him.


So now he wished for her to destroy another enemy, and she would do so without hesitation.
 
Khal focuses on their approaching destination as he replies, "Yes, I guess I do. I have a grasp on the elements and at times can control them to assist me. However, I prefer not to use nature as a weapon if I can help it, so I don't use it often." As they near Ingo, Khal notices markings in the ground that signify that a dragon had landed there at some point recently. Slowing down and coming to a landing in the same location, he places Annika on her feet and starts following the trail of the wounded woman to wherever she had ended up.
 
"That's cool. I'm starting to learn magic, but i'm not very good," Annika said, watching as they neared the town of Ingo. When they landed she quickly followed after him, looking at everything they passed with interest and curiosity. She wondered if the dragon had taken the girl to an inn or something, or if it had just left her at the entrance to the town. Annika shrugged off the thoughts, and kept following Khal.
 
The gash on her shoulder was bleeding through the bandages. She put her top back on and decided to go out and see if she could find medicine for it. She quietly left the inn and walled along the streets as residents started heading home. The sun was lower now, and she could smell the rain that was soon to fall.


He placed a hand gently on the left of her ribs, feeling a slight swell. As she turned the corner, the sun was almost gone over the horizon, and all she saw were dark figures. Her breathing became quiet and she stood up against the side of a building and watched the figures get closer.


As they came closer, she noticed the smaller one's face. It was the small elf girl from earlier that evening, an she was with the winged elf.


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Magnus: Magroth Ruins
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A thin but visible trail of smoke wafted from a cigar of a rugged-looking man and into the beautiful but isolated ruins that was once owned by the fearful and powerful Magroth race. Now it's just a attraction, apparently. He glanced around, no-one was around and the wind blew his messy locks around. So much for a attraction, maybe the eerie aura that was surrounding this place scared the weak-willed away.


Nevertheless, Magnus wasn't here to dawdle and gawk at the broken architecture. There was something here, that was left by the Magroth race that could assist him with something. He puffed one last puff of his cigar before dropping it onto the the ground and squishing it with his boot. He noted again, no-one was around so there was no trouble in interaction. Magnus smiled as he tipped his worn hat over his eyes, and entered the ruins.

 

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"You will go to the ruins Assassin. There lies an artifact, an object that is hidden beneath it. You will bring that to me and then you will be given another assignment." The harsh and cruel king had snapped at her, throwing a bag of coins at her which she had caught gladly and tied about her waist. "Be quick about it woman. I have no patience so hurry or your head will roll."





And now there she was, standing before the ruins, tall and ready to search. Linette knew not was she was looking for, but she figured that it would stand out amongst the ruins. But...it was the long pillar of smoke than thinned out in the distance, and behind her mask, her lips spread into a smirk and those golden eyes gleamed. It seemed as though she would get a head yet.



Taking that to heart, she started her way into and through the ruins, intent on finding what Jumia wanted and swore that she would kill anyone who stood in her way.
 
I looked around in the temple that Aaron had me follow him through, wondering why he wanted me to come with him, when he could have easily just walked away and I would have never even bothered him but instead have found another town, and another stage in my journy to somewhere but nowhere.
 
After a few minutes of exploring the ruins that was faintly lit by the moonlight, he encountered an obstacle.


The rugged-man was blocked by a entrance with two torches dimly lighting the sides. Tilting his head, he observed the strange marking at the centre of the door. It looked like a small mannequin doll being dangled upside down and stuck inside a wheel. Magnus' eyebrow raised in interest, not as divine as one of the arts of the Renaissance but it was unique.



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Before the man could attempt to open the entrance, footsteps stepping on the smooth concrete of the ruins caught his attention. It seemed the footsteps were trained to be as silent as the night, so no-one could hear it. Unfortunately for them, Magnus wasn't an ordinary passer-by. His eyes still concealed by the cover of his hat, he glanced behind him but didn't turn around.


He swore no-one was here, perhaps, this time he was wrong.

 

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Those same footsteps paused as he did, the clicking of her boots against the stone ended as Linette stood behind him on a slab of stone that was riased a few feet from the ground on an incline. 'Damn these boots...' she thought with a sort of little snarl that was hidden behind the mask. She had yet learned how to stay silent while wearing them, she was so used to being barefoot that she never thought they would cause her to fail. But even so he had not ye made a move to defend himself....wise man.


But she was not there to dally about and wait for him to make a move, instead she removed a small dagger from a pocket in the leather hides she wore around her waist and grabbed the blade between her two fingers and flung it at him, aiming directly for the back of his neck, hoping that it will be an easy kill, a stab through the throat. Quick, not messy, and she would be done sooner.
 
Faint whistling of a knife, flying through the air. Assassin? Funnily enough, he had a similar job that used similar techniques to kill a person. Instead of being silent and stepping aside, Magnus whipped around after withdrawing the black pistol hidden underneath his baggy coat and shot the knife, redirecting it's course to the ground.


His eyes weren't concealed by his hat anymore, which made it easier for him to scan the darkness. Seeing a faint outline of something hiding in the darkness, he shot at it, twice.


Why would someone be looking for the special artefact? It wasn't useful nor will it be sold for a good price, or so he thought. Magnus blew the thoughts away as he steadied his gun-hand, his finger still on the trigger and the smoke slowly dissipating.
 
Well damn...


Thise were her only thoughts as she dodged the bullets that whizzed past her head. One came dangerously close to her ear, the other went soaring above her head as she ducked, then jumped forward a loud 'click!' On her landing sounded as the smoke dissipated from around them. Only now instead of being hidden by shadows in the distance, the female assassin was now standing only a few feet away from the man. This was already growing tiresome, she despised guns, they made too much noise and why waste a bullet that you can never get back when you can use a knife again and again? That was her logic anyhow.



Those golden eyes blazed at him in a calm manner, and she withdrew a longer blade, about her arm's length that was thing but stronger than it seemed, and held it to her side, silently ordering him to either move or die. The next time she would not be stopped by a bullet.
 
Amy sat up as she heard the sound of people in her home. She was surprised, usually no one dared to enter the ruins. She wondered who they were, and if they were dangerous. She looked around ,in what was the remains of the dinning hall, for any signs of anyone approaching her. She could hear footsteps but, they moved away from her. She grew sad at this while looking at the piece of broken mirror she was still holding. She heard a loud bang and wondered what happened, an eerie silence soon followed. She decided to break the eerie silence of the ruins.


"Can someone help me?"


Her voiced echoed through the ruins. She wondered if they would help here. This time she didn't hear the voice in her head telling her to lead them astray in the labyrinth. She waited to see if anyone would answer her call.
 
His gun-hand lowered as he saw the assassin leap out of the shadows, unsheathing a pretty sharp blade that Magnus didn't want to be cut down by. The assassin made a gesture with the sword and the rugged man moved his hand to fix his hat, since it shifted at an awkward position when he quickly turned around. Since his attacker was out of the cover of the shadows, he observed her. From her build, he realised that the assassin was apparently a she, but what race?


Magnus lazily dropped his gun onto the ground, he wasn't much of a fighter anyway, despite his job. Before he could negotiate with the female assassin, a voice echoed around the walls, but outside of the blocked door. "Can someone help me?'


Magnus shifted his gaze at the direction of the voice but not answering it. Instead he glanced at the assassin before returning his attention to the door, and kicked it down. The door held up pretty well, but his kick managed to lower it a bit. The kick left the poor man's leg throbbing as he ran through the now forced-open entrance, a hand clutching at his hat as he fled into the room.
 
"Coward." Her voice drifted along the wind,and her attention too snapped to the voice that called for help, but they did not want her to answer that call no. Instead Linette groaned and sheathed her blade once more and chased after the man who so cowardly ran from her. He had dropped his weapon, which was good, but now it only meant more work for her because she now had to chase him down and kill him, then collect the artifact. What a nuisance... she would make quick work of him when she caught up to him.


Her boots clicked against the stones as she gave chase, her lithe body moving quickly and expertly after the man, catching him in her sight in no time, but it would take her a bit longer to.fully catch up.to him. Gods protect him because when she did catch up.to him she planned on making use of her blade, and avenging her poor dagger. That had been her favorite weapon.
 
'What a woman.' He thought, looking behind him as he kept his rapid running pace. The chamber was bigger than he thought it would be, torches were lighting the room but only faintly. As he ran, he dropped an empty magazine on the floor and faced his pursuer, still running but backwards. With the machine gun ready, he released a volley of rounds and the used bullets clattered noisely onto the concrete. This artefact, it SHOULD be completely useless for this assassin, right? Being a hitman, he wasn't interested on selling things himself, since he wasn't big on saving money.


Magnus frowned as the machine gun had ran out of rounds, it's loud noise lowering to a soft whirr. Again, throwing the now useless weapon away, since he didn't pack ammunition because he thought he wasn't going to encounter an attacker, he crashed into a wall and doubled backwards. Instinctively, he clutched at his hat so it wouldn't fall off.
 
She heard more loud bangs she covered her ears. She didn't like the fact that such loud destructive people were in her house. She heard them running she called out.


"Please stop."


She cowered in a corner of the room, grey wings blocking her from view. She looked at the mirror.


Why are such violent people here?


She did not like this, the gunfire stopped. She looked up, she wondered if one of them died. She wasn't going to investigate it, no to dangerous. She just sat behind her wing fortress.
 
Nialla had fallen too far behind the others to see them anymore, the boy's flight speed was augmented by some kind of magic, so even in falcon form Nialla was hopelessly slow.


Nialla didn't see the arrow until it pierced her left wing. She was blinded by the pain, unable to recover, to escape. She managed to barely control herself enough to slow her fall, but she heard something snap.


Unwilling to keep herself in the form of a helpless bird, she changed herself back, screaming as she turned, unable to block the tidal wave of pain filling her as her body transformed from falcon to human.


After she regained control of herself, she thought of how she would fight off attackers in the state she was in. The arrow had snapped during the fall, making it near impossible to take out without medical help, but luckily she was confident that the snapping sound she heard was in fact the arrow.


Nialla spent a minute getting herself off the ground, taking her time getting on foot to avoid feeling any more significant amount of pain. When she was finally able to stand she saw her attacker.


He was an older man, at least 45 years old, dressed in a small step up from rags, with a short grey beard and a shiny bald head. He seemed petrified with fear when her first caught sight of her, not moving at all for a good few seconds before rushing to her aid.


She realized immediately that he was only a hunter, not a soldier or a trained assassin, just a man trying to get by. "Good shot, by the way." She said, forcing a smile. Knowing he wasn't her enemy, she could make use out of him, at least for the moment.


"I'm incredibly sorry about what I did, m'lady." He said, looking like he was about to cry. "You'll need to have that arm of yours looked at, I have a horse, I can get you to the town nearby in just under an hour."


Well that didn't take much. She thought, amused at how easy getting his help was.


On the way to his home to get the horse, they exchanged names and the man, Robbert, spent the remainder of the short trek talking about his wife and daughter and how the famine forced him to hunt for most of his food.


She cut his throat when they got to the main road, and let his body slide off the horse and into the ground. He knew her name and abilities, that was too much information for anyone who wasn't useful as long as she was in Ingo.


Following the road, she got to the town in a little under an hour, and let a nice young woman lead her to the nearest doctor, where she finally passed out as they removed the remainder of the arrow.


She woke up in a dark room, next to a familiar trio.
 
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Khal notices the wounded woman walk out of a building a bit ahead of them. He leads Annika still and heads straight towards her. When they reach her, Khal speaks to her politely, "Hello miss. Are you feeling any better after arriving? I was worried you wouldn't make it in time to heal." As he looks over her, he notices she still hasn't been properly cared for and scowls in annoyance. Looking into his supplies, he grabs some medical herbs and pulls them out. "Time to let me look over your wounds miss."


When she lets him, he gets around to removing the old bandages and cleaning the wounds properly now before applying healing herbs to keep out infection and to help accelerate the healing process. After that, he wraps her up in new bandages and does a cursory look to see if any more injuries. When he is assured she will survive and nothing else needs done, he helps her up and looks around them, finally taking in their surroundings.
 
Aaron nods, then tells Indicus to stop.


"Welcome to the Temple of Charon," Aaron said.

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He then stopped at a fountain with some red liquid in it and spoke softly. The red liquid started rushing, and a ghostly figure appeared.


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Finally. It was about time this man decided to take his fate instead of run some more, running never solved anything. It had definitely put a major burn on her catching up to him while he fired the automatic gun at her repeatedly it was quite annoying because she had to practically crawl after him and move off to the side against the walls to even keep any speed at all!


All he was doing was pissing her off and adding more wounds to his body that she would deliver, but a smirk once again grew behind her mask and he crashed into the wall behind him and she took that chance and walked right up to him, standing directly above hiim with her sword drawn and golden eyes flashing in...amusement. Linette did have to admit, it wasn't often anymore that she had a challenge to kill and it amused her tha he did try so hard in a way, but it was still her job and she had no choice. "Don't run again." She ordered, her green hair waving behind her, darkened with the dust that had been stirred up in the tunnels.
 
Annika trailed after him, watching him help the woman in awe. He could do everything it seemed! Annika shifted the weight on her feet, unsure if she wanted to explore or leave the city they were in. She would find out when the woman went safety on her way Annika guessed.
 
"Thank you..." Esme said to the winged elf. It was a good thing he didn't notice her hiding the pain of ribs that were broken... She didn't want him to worry about that. Even though she knew she was internally bleeding, and that it would kill her if she didn't do anything about it. But she didn't say anything.


"My name is Esme J. by the way..." She said to break the silence. "If You don't mind me asking, what are your names?"


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Aaron nods, then tells Indicus to stop.
"Welcome to the Temple of Charon," Aaron said.

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He then stopped at a fountain with some red liquid in it and spoke softly. The red liquid started rushing, and a ghostly figure appeared.
I prepared to run if necessary, but also looked at the ghostly figure in a mix of awe and confusion, I looked back at Aaron, "Who or what is that?" Everything in this place screamed old, The building looked like it was still standing only because rain or water in general was not present in the cave. I looked back at the red figure and still tried to figure out who or what it was. One thing was for sure Aaron like he said sure as hell was not human.
 

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