Fantasy The Lost Book

[Kazanna]

Two-Eyes, One-Nose

Even before the blade was drawn, Two Eyes, One Nose would have reacted to her. His hands would come together in a most unthreatening way, clapping not quite hysterically as he laughed joyously, he nearly bounced up and down, turning away from her before seeing the blade, he would obviously saunter over to his pile of wood, and sit down in a most oafish of manners, beginning to carve again.

"That was a really neat trick! I'm gonna whittle it! Heh heh! Ne'er seen that sort of stuff afore! I need ta make sure I do-" He would begin before she would speak.

He would pause as she spoke, a chill running down his spine as he turned towards her fearfully, dropping his carving knife and the burl of wood he had begun to work with.

"But... I didn't do nuffin... Honest I didn't..." He mumbled out as tears began to well up in his eyes, "I'm sorry miss... Honest I am..." He sobbed at her.

The simple man was a blubbering mess at this point, he hardly knew how to reply to a death threat, especially one that was entirely unprovoked. A gentler approach would have suited Leliana better, but alas, now she had to either deal with the blubbering mess that was at her feet, or dispatch him quietly.

Ms. Sparrow

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Leliana's eyes faded to blue as he turned into a blubbering mess at her feet. She couldn't believe he'd gotten in with the bandits, especially with the brute of a man she had seen outside. Now she felt as if she had threatened a child, which even for her standards she wouldn't have done. No matter how cruel.
She wanted to scream, groan and even kill the man out of pure frustration, but alas she needed questions answered.

If anything was a challenge for Leliana, it was compassion. It wasn't in her, she simply didn't care. She killed, or moved on. Now comforting the man seemed to be the only answer before more people found out of her arrival. Magic in this land seemed to be tricky to use, and would require more practice and understanding before she thought to attempt a bigger form. Not that she was inexperienced in fighting. While she was practiced in speed, stealth and agility, these men were more powerful, stronger, had overnumbered her, and although she had no doubt she could certainly kill quite a few, she wouldn't be able to kill them all.

Leliana sheathed her dagger with a exaggerated groan as she knelt down, today certainly not working in her favor. She looked over the sobbing man with awkward scrutiny, obviously not really knowing how to manage him and for a few seconds she watched him cry in his frail state and with a sigh she gave him an awkward pat the back.

"Shhhh," Leliana whispered in a soothing tone, "I won't hurt you I promise," she reassured him, pausing to think up more comforting words. "I just need a few questions answered is all, I didn't mean to give you a fright." Leliana's soothing tone sounded equally forced as it did awkward, keeping her voice low to make sure no outsiders heard her. If any did happen to walk by, they would hear at most hushed talking. Truthfully, she felt no sympathy for this man but she was desperate for answers, and did not want to be found discovered.
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Kazanna

 

[Desert Rose]

Pandora-

Pandora was about to respond to him when Arachnos picked up and began to shake him. She could clearly see now with the hat over her head and face and the roses opened wide drinking in the rather cruel scenery. She didn't so much as cringe to see Khaos thrown to the ground and get beaten. The sound of Arachnos' hand making contact with the elf gave her great pleasure.

The fairy reverted in size along with the had and perched once again on Balfnaught's shoulder. It made her happy that he too wanted to bring harm to the crazy elf. Still, she wanted to have her own vengeance. She also wanted both men to realize that she, though small in size, could easily gain her vengeance upon the elf without their efforts. For now she accepted Arachnos efforts and as he stood up and walked passed them she heard him speak and realized Arachnos had a lot more planned for the elf.

Pandora turned to Khaos as he was being carried away to the tent before focusing fully on Arachnos. "Sir... I can't just use the eyes upon this hat..." she said flying over to him quickly the hat spinning as she did so. She huffed agitated by this slight set back. "Can you give me eyes or not?" she asked her voice dark and dangerous that held a threatening tone to it.

Kazanna Balfnaught1

 

[Desert Rose]

Khaos Varsh-

The elf just laughed as Arachnos picked him up and began to shake him. He felt like a rag doll fallen prey to a vicious dog longing to tear the doll to pieces. He felt nauseous but only for a second as he hit the ground his laughter ceased due to the wind getting knocked out of him. He didn't have much time to recover as he felt the hard contact of Arachnos' hand hitting him over and over and all he could do was lay there and take it.

Khaos began to scream with agony as his eardrums felt to burst with blood trickling out of them and everything was blurred. He shuddered at the feeling of his own blood dripping down his face. When Arachnos finished the elf was a bloody whimpering mess. He was completely powerless with the fairy having hold of the hat he had no use of his magic.

The elf only whimpered as he could no longer see or hear. He was simply at the mercy of Arachnos. He didn't struggle as the bandits took him away.

Kazanna

 

[Prrrgadilly]

"Yes, thank you for reminding me, Ander. I am always forgetting the need for constant replenishment for mortal bodies." Deidrick noticed the way Ander rolled his eyes but decided to let it go; he'd patronized the poor mage enough for now. Disembarking from the Fairy's Favor, Deidrick levitated two inches above the ground, but continued to walk as if it were simply an elevated pathway. Anyone watching would notice that there was an obvious disconnect between the cadence of his leisurely, strolling steps and speed at which he was moving. Walking and asking Ander questions about Aylin and Ariael in general, Deidrick couldn't help but admire the attention Ander was paying to his placating facade. It was actually pretty refreshing; Deidrick didn't want to let this whole "Goddess" act go to his head. That's how people lose theirs.

He was actually starting to enjoy himself, and performing harmless little light shows, that required little more energy than a focused thought to twist light, for the crowds of children that gathered around "Goddess Fae" when his escort party ran into another escort party. Among the soldiers, he noticed a tall man that reminded him almost of his grandfather, except his ears were far more pointed than Papae's had been. He noticed that way the tall strangely fae-like man looked at him with a similar level of confuse familiarity, and was about to introduce himself when a boy ran up and started going on about prison breaks and throne rooms. Well, there goes the neighborhood. He thought was Ander ordered both parties to the throne room and turned to genuinely ask for his help, as a Goddess. Thinking quickly, Deidrick came up with the world's best divine excuse for laziness.

"As a Goddess, there is a limit to the particulars of involvement I can have in mortal affairs, but I will assist you in your aim to reach the Throne Room." Without waiting for a thanks, Deidrick called on of his concealed fairy lights to his hand before making it visible with an iridescent glow. Outstretching his hand, he sent the fairy light out pass Ander and the rest of the speedily moving party. With a thought, he commanded the fairy light to carefully release it contents and coat Ander and his, now combined, militant party. Of course, he he didn't need to re-coat Ander, but appearances where important. As the fairy dust naturally reduced gravity's pull on the men, Deidrick increased their speed by a marked degree with his telekinesis. "Go swiftly." By this point, Deidrick had given up all pretense of walking and was floating calmly a foot above the ground, for whatever reason, he always found it easier to work his powers while flying.

Keeping a firm thought on Ander's team's speed boost, Deidrick took to the sky with the express intention of observing the throne room from outside. As he ascended, he recalled the nearly spent fairy light and reabsorbed it along with the other three. He'd need all his available mana just in case he had to use emergency lightning. Hearing the fae-like man call out to him as he followed Ander, Deidrick swooped back down until he was flying level with the man and lifted him off his feet to halt his forward momentum for a moment.

"Actually, my child, that is a problem easily remedied. To use magic in this world, one must find a focus to channel their magic through. Though, I assume it could be any old object lying around, I am under the understanding that the most profound foci are those with which you already have some history or affinity with. Any other questions?"

Desert Rose Isolde

 

[Bakuyoshi]

Cefrey's eyes widened at the leaders movements. She only saw that sort of speed attained with some magic boots or something of the same effect. However upon hearing the womans demands for her insturment to be removed. Upon which Cefrey replied with what little breath she had "You don't lay a finger on my dads lute." Before hugging her instrument trying to keep it from the Bandits. If they wanted her alive then by all means they could. But she would try and beat the ever living snot out of whoever tried to take it.

Kazanna

 

[Kazanna]

Two-Eyes One-Nose

The large man nodded slightly, and looked up at her, his face streaked with tears, he reached up and wiped them away, looking Leliana in the face, it would be very apparent upon close inspection that he was simple minded, but in an odd, beneficial way. His entire tent was incredibly meticulous compared to the rest of the bandit camp, in addition, he wasn't the least bit effected by Arachnos' aura, and as he was the only bandit in the camp left unaffected, he was left to his own devices. As a result, he had simply observed, and watched his brethren since the arrival of the fallen divine.

"Wot do you want to know? Not tellin you nuffin that could get me mates urt. They take care of me see, so I gotta take care of them." He muttered out, his tone darkening, along with his expression as his brain began to click in it's odd way.

Two Eyes may have been simple, but he was loyal to those who had taken him in when he had been abandoned by his own family. The bandits had found the large man during a raid, strung up in the middle of a small hamlet on a whipping post, the local religious folk trying to rid him of the "demons" that possessed his mind. After that had failed, the locals had begun to pelt him with stones and rotten fruit. When the bandits found him there, strung up, they had released him from his bindings, and taken him in. Partly out of pity, but also because they guessed incorrectly that he was some form of criminal or another. The raid had gone sourly, and they had gained nothing. However, upon talking to Two Eyes One Nose, they found he not only knew where the villagers hid their coffers, but also the location of the key to the room that held it all. Two Eyes was simple, to be sure, but his memory was incredibly sharp and meticulous.

"Ow did you turn into a bird...?" He asked Leliana Idly, his defenses instantly switching off.

Ms. Sparrow

 

[Kazanna]

Bandits in the Woods

The leader of the bandits knew how volatile mages could be, she had dealt with lots of them during the early days of Calcifer's culling. So now as Cefrey reacted poorly to the attempted capture of the instrument, she inwardly groaned.

"Were not going to break it you stupid girl! Just give it up gently so it doesn't get broken! You'll kill us using it here!" She growled out, tightening her grasp on Cefrey's throat as she applied further pressure to her form.

One of the other bandits, one who had hold of Cefrey with a hook, had kept his cord taught as he had approached her, with his leather clad hands, he reached down and took hold of Cefrey's hand's gripping the instrument, applying stress to her fingers carefully.

"You're an artist yeh? One who makes sounds with her hands? I don't much care for orders, I'll break your hands if ya don't give it up. Let go smart like and I'll see to it that no harm comes to your item" he explained coldly.

The bandit leader looked up at him coldly, "Dammit Cross, you'll be the death of us all." she growled out.

"Her necks gonna be bruised Kaith, Were gonna be dead anyways. Might as well deliver her so that at least it's clean." Cross replied, turning his attention back to Cefrey, "How about it kid, I can break your hands, without any reservations, our boss' porbably gonna kill us all once we get back to camp, or at least Kaith and I. I might be able to keep the rest of my mates from getting offed if I deliver your tool unharmed, even if your still a bit hurt." Cross explained coldly.

The darkness in Cross' face showed clearly that Arachnos' influence wouldn't allow them to directly disobey orders, but those same orders were to capture unique individuals at all costs. To Cross, that meant he could mutilate them, bring them in half dead, and still be obeying, even if he had been told not to harm them, because he would be punished, but his end goal would have been achieved.

"He'll do it kid, Let the instrument go for now, Cross would break every bone in your body without hesitation!" Kaith hissed at Cefrey.

Cross' grip was tightening, increasing the pressure on Cefrey's hands slowly. It would be seconds before the damage would begin, and her fingers would begin to fracture.

Bakuyoshi

 

[Bakuyoshi]

With the promise they wouldn't break the Lute Cefrey loosened her grip. She was not going to die. She just had to figure out a plan of escape in the meantime. She had been through worst. Only issue is she does not have her spells. An oddity that her Cantrips and higher level spells above 2nd were no longer available. "Don't betray my trust. I find this broken I can make anything an instrument."

Kazanna

 

[Isolde]

Ailill

He got his answer but was startled a little when he felt his feet leave the ground for a small while. The elf was somewhat awkarded out by being called child- due to him being in his late 300s- but listened to what the oddly dressed one was saying. An object that Ailill had some history or affinity with. For a few moments he thought on it and reached into the inner pocket of his clothing, pulling out his favorite pen he'd use to note things with. He'd had it since he was only in his 70s so fondness had kept it in his heart for a while. An object like that surely must've been able to help him channel his magic through to this world.
"Thank you... what is it you are called again?"
Ailill gave a gentle smile to the familiar boy. He still wondered on that...
"Do tell, do you happen to be some sort of fae as well? I can't help but feel a strange connection- as if you are perhaps a brother elf.."
As he awaited an answer, the elf simply toyed around with his pen and tried to figure a way to channel his magic through. A soundless click resonated within him and then he felt like the simple pen was a part of him, further than it had been before. Almost like another limb of sorts. Flicking it around curiously, it felt somewhat lighter but more important all of a sudden. He decided to test out his spellsinging through it only once he'd gotten an answer from the possible fae boy, who was still lifting him up just a bit.

Prrrgadilly ​

 

[Prrrgadilly]

Deidrick watched as his words sank in for the fae-like man he was levitating. Without even focusing, he could sense the shift in this man's power as he pulled out a pen that was worn with time but well maintained, and with obvious affection. He'd known the man could use magic before even hearing him ask about how, but now the power inside him had a more "plugged in" feeling. It was no longer just a pool of power but a wellspring to now be drawn from; good.

"I am called the Goddess Fae by these mortals. You however seem off-put by the fact that they are calling me a goddess instead of a god, so I will tell you a secret." Drawing in closer, Deidrick lowered his voice without whispering. "My name's Deidrick, Deidrick Davenport, and like you, I am not of this world. Unlike you, I've taken the time to find out a bit about this world and the so called Lord Calcifer. I'd be careful who yo follow around so naively." As he spoke, Deidrick slower rotated until he was upside down. Unsurprisingly, or rather quite surprisingly, his clothes defied the important shift in gravity and continued to hang towards his feet.

"On my world, all fae are just fae. We may look different or have different specialties, but we shared so many characteristics that there is no need to differentiate besides between humans and fae. Of course, I've read a few books written by oracular fae and I am familiar with the term "elf", but I am not one. I'm a fairy, which is on a much higher level." Deidrick waved at his easy manipulation of the elf's body as proof. "Care to tell me your name?"

Isolde

 

[Isolde]

Ailill Daly

Absorbing all of the information that left Deidrick's mouth, as well as the suggestion, the elf gave a small smile. Emerald eyes stayed on the pen through most of this but lifted to see Deidrick manipulating his body with a wave of his hand. Then the question came, his name. Back home, his name could cause a stir with everything he'd ever done just to get knowledge. Some experience obviously came with that knowledge to make it more worthy in his head. Running with less than kind and good people, and betraying said people once he'd gotten all the information he could. A little nearly unexplained laugh came out of him just before his voice. It would likely seem odd to the fairy in front of him, but for some reason the elf held fond memories of trouble he had stirred in his home.

"I am Ailill Daly, but for aiding me I suppose I count you a friend- so you may call me Ai."​

Ailill gave another smile before he decided to test run his magical abilities with his pen. The urge to try his spellsinging was too strong. He gently and slowly waved around his pen in the air as he began a quick but satisfying tune,

"Give me wings, give me flight, give strength to win this fight..."

Proof that he had not gotten a hang of utilizing the laws of magic in this world, only a small pair of angelic like wings appeared on his back. No need, they were just a fallback if his granted flight ever faltered too much. He detached from Deidrick and began flying towards the throne room. Another test of magic. Ailill put his pen to his left temple, pondering the conversation he had with Deidrick to connect a link. He was successful and smiled wide before telepathically speaking.

'You can direct thoughts and pictures to my head as can I now, I've linked us telepathically due to it being better and quicker in battle than speaking normally. Now let us defeat the danger within.'

Ailill gladly raced ahead, comforted by the fact that he could now use magic again- even if it was slightly less potent than the magic he used back home. He expected it to become more powerful again once he got the hang of things here and once using magic here was simple second-nature.

Prrrgadilly ​

 

[Petroshka]

The bear simply started to charge through the bandits attempting to ward it off aiming for the largest group of bandits for its large claws to rip into and jaws to tear them apart. While this was happening Amala stepped out of her cover and started strolling toward the bandits with leisure her staff out to her side she held onto the hilt the staff was six feet long and the hilt was only half a foot. The blades on the end of staff cut through the grass without effort, to the bandits, and Cefrey, Amala wouldve looked like a black silhouette walking over to them.
Kazanna Bakuyoshi (i am aliivveee)

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Leliana kept her defenses up. Even when she was kneeling you could tell she was poised an alert, her body looked like a coiled spring or poised cat, ready to leap at a moments notice. In her world, this was always how it was. Here, it made no difference.

She pondered her response, thinking back to the way the guards responded to her and the elf being magic casters, for some reason the King wanted casters, but why? She knew enough about tyrannical reign to know to never trust royalty. Ever. She wanted to know more about this King before she marched up to him. Either way, she couldn't let this man know she too was one. So she made up a lie.

"You see this ring?" Leliana held up her hand, which contained a beautiful gold ring with a dark blue diamond in it. "This ring allows me to turn into birds. But it only works for me. I got it from a fairy." Leliana was so great at lying you would think she was telling a simple story, no slightest hint gave her away that she was lying.

Leliana brushed a wavy strand of hair behind her ears, her tone slow and comforting as if she was speaking to a child. Which she felt like she was. He did not seem as ruthless as the other bandits. It made her wonder why they kept him around.

She sat down in a criss-cross position and pulled out her dagger, toying with it lazily between agile fingers she looked back up at the bandit. "First of all; relax. I'm not gonna kill you, or your friends. That wouldn't serve my greater agenda." Leliana said smugly with a cocky smirk.

"I just have a few questions and I'll be on my way." Leliana said nonchalantly, knowing she'd have to kill the poor sod when she was done. "What land am I in? And whom is this lands current ruler? What's he like?" Leliana asked curiously, glancing towards the tent opening to make sure nobody was outside of it.
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Kazanna

 

[Prrrgadilly]

Deidrick gave Ailill a genuine smile that grew slightly as he watched the elf perform is own special brand of magic. He couldn't help but giggle a bit at the less than flawless execution of Ai's spell, but he didn't tease. At least Ai hadn't created a sun replica the first time he tried to use magic on Ariael. He was a bit surprised when he heard Ai's voice in his head. Performing a quick loop to right himself, Deidrick followed after Ai. He spouted an enlarged pair of fork-tailed storm petrel wings to keep up with Ai's accelerating form.

'Maybe you didn't hear me when I responded to Ander, but I have zero intention of going into that throne room and getting killed or at least dispelling the illusion of my divinity. I plan to observe from outside the castle. If you want to play the hero, then feel free, but I didn't convince these people that I was a goddess by being reckless.' Deidrick focused his thoughts towards Ai, and found that the telepathic link was surprisingly easy to use. "Also, you should take a moment and think about what use you'd be in this situation. Someone, probably another magic user form a different world, was able to break intot he throne room and accost this world's strongest magic user, Lord Calcifer, to the point where he needs assistance. DO you think you could actually improve that situation when youc annot even conjure a fully developed pair of wings?' Deidrick send along mental images of Ai's current wings vs a pair of white angel-like wings he'd saved from his world. His mental voice was logical, not teasing.

Spoiler: Dei's current wings

Isolde

 

[Isolde]

Ailill Daly

Flying somewhat slower, the elf thought about what Deidrick had said. He calculated just how useful he possibly could be in his weakened-magic state. It was maybe a third of his usual power, but it was better than nothing. As Ailill reached the entrance to the throne room, he ducked aside and didn't run in.

'Telepathy seems to be the only thing properly working in its entirety as of now... Then again all I've really tested is my Spellsong and that....'

Ailill lightly poked right where his heart was with his pen and drew it away from his body before twirling it around himself. It felt natural to use it that way for what he was about to try. Within a matter of seconds fur grew, body shrunk, and before anyone knew it, the elf had shifted into a mix between a big cat and a housecat. He'd been aiming for a leopard but it was clearly not as on point as he'd hoped it to be.
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'Curses... Well I suppose that's off the playing field.'​

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Reverting back to his elven form, Ailill sighed and sat down. A million thoughts ran through his head but none of them were any good.​

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'Perhaps I could use my Spellsong for support to boost their abilities- any small push can help a leap. I could maybe connect them telepathically as well so they can communicate no matter what. Then again.. I've only talked to you and one of those guards. I can't connect anyone else yet....'​

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Ailill sighed again and held his head in his hands. He needed experience to help with the threat, but then again he didn't even know how worthy these people were of his aid. Not an awful lot of information could come out of it either so it wouldn't make sense for him to stick around... But..​

'Deidrick, how much about this world do you know?'

Prrrgadilly ​

 

[Prrrgadilly]

'I know enough to know that you don't know enough to go in guns blazing. Were you even aware that Calcifer's own people view him with disdain, or that magic userss became increasingly more rare since his rise to power? No? Then why are you so quick to rush into that room? No offense, but I don't get the brash and stupid vibe from you.' Deidrick flew in close to Ai and floated quietly beside him after recalling his wings. There no need to leave them manifested if he wasn't actively using them.

'Before you ask, I do not know all that much about this world. Local birds and their habits, typical weather patterns, the seasons, the scarcity of divine intervention, the pubic knowledge of magic, and how much good silk can go for in the capital. Everything else I've heard is basically hearsay until I can confirm it. What I've deduced on my own is that Calcifer is responsible for the sudden increase in magic users on Ariael, and that we're all probably from different worlds. I'm also pretty sure that Calcifer will be the key to returning home, so I sincerely hope whoever has him hostage up there is smart enough to not kill him.' Deidrick sighed as leaned back and relaxed a bit.

'Anything specific you would like to know?'
Isolde

 

[Isolde]

Ailill Daly

Looking up at the fairy, Ailill took a few deep breaths. They weren't quite sighs but they were close enough to show that he wasn't asking about birds. He did indeed realize he wasn't specific enough, but he wasn't sure how to narrow down what he most wanted to know. People information. Government information. Was this Calcifer as bad as he felt he'd be? Why is he thought to be bad? Why does he want to bring in magic users from other worlds? Ailill gently rubbed his temples with his thumbs- a habit for whenever he was thinking- and then stood up again.
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'I got here less than an hour ago so I have very little information aside from what was spoken to me by the guards and by you. It is indeed difficult to narrow down what I wish to know, since I hope to learn everything one can possibly learn, but I suppose there are more critical things to learn. Do you know anything important about this Lord Calcifer? The guards make him sound like a king but you make him sound like a dictator. The guards also said he was a great sorcerer...'​

Ailill pulled his lengthy hair back and put it up in a tight bun. In his world, he'd been a scholar and was almost never interrupted by action or anything related to it. This world was clearly full of action and quite possibly danger. He needed to be on his toes and something as simple as his red hair would only get in the way if he left it as is. The wings were not useful to him in their state either so he did a quick spellsong to disband them.

"Now remove my flight- it's no longer right"

Prrrgadilly ​

 

[Alyce-Marie]

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Lux Arabella Rivers

The dark-haired female walked through the busy streets of Colorado Springs, her hands in her jacket pocket. Her head was down into her plaid scarf, shielding her face from the unrelenting chill of the wind. Her hazel eyes stared down at the concrete sidewalk, seemingly avoiding anyone's eye contact. Instead, she paid more attention to the sound of her own feet. Tap! Tap! Tap! Her curled hair swayed behind her gently as her dark boots hit the ground. few more feet and she would be at her place of residency. She tilted her head up, rounding the corner and seeing the rather nice apartments she was living in. She pulled out a set of RFID chipped key chains, walking up to a locked glass door with a sensor to her left. She tried the first one, it beeped and the light turned red. "Damn it, it's always fifty-fifty," she muttered, scanning the other key. Her highly sensitive hearing heard the faint click of the door. She pulled it open, walking briskly into the white-walled hallway. She made her way to the elevator, pressing the up button. She waited patiently, glancing around her surroundings. The female was normally this cautious coming home, always worried her true self would be revealed and hunters would come after her. The elevator dinged open, and she walked in pressing the "4" button. The elevator door closed back and sent her upstairs, slowly. As she made her way onto the fourth floor, the woman walked only a couple doors down and found her apartment. She fumbled with her keys and unlocked the door. Once inside, she let out a soft sigh. The walls were a soft blue that accentuated the white cabinets and white and gray granite in her kitchen. She hung her keys on the hook next to her, and walked into her small living room, sitting down on the soft gray couch. She took off her black heeled boots and relaxed back, closing her eyes.

When she awoke, it was dark out. The sky filled with stars and distant constellations. The female groaned loudly as she stretched out. She yawned, her bright white canines showing very visibly. She stood up and walked into her bedroom and then into her bathroom. She picked up her contact case, then pulled out the colored contacts she wore from each eye. She then proceeded to wash her face of the makeup she had caked on. Once the water ran clear, she picked up a towel with "LRA" monogrammed with light blue thread. "Lux Arabella Rivers," she recited her name with a bit of a sigh. Lux began to wipe the water on her face off, then glanced in the mirror that had a complete yet familiar stranger looking back at her. She had golden eyes that mimicked a fox's and 3 lines on either side of her cheeks that stuck out against such pale skin. With a soft smile, Lux hopped into the shower, setting it steaming hot. After her shower, she walked into her nook that had books of all kinds tucked neatly into her several bookcases. Nestled in a corner was a desk that held her computer and a little area for her to read. She flipped on a light, then delicately ran her fingers along all the covers of the old books. The books she had collected over the years. Some in Italian, others in Greek, a couple were even Latin. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a leather bound book out of place. It was one that she had never even seen before. She ignored it at first, going back to her bedroom and looking deep into her closet, pulling out an old chest. She opened it, eagerly, pulling out antique looking articles of clothing. They were all-black except for the genuine leather pouches that were brown and the matching corset which also held the same rich brown color. Some instinct told her to put it on, and Lux had always trusted her instincts. Slipping on all the armor's pieces, Lux adjusted the hood of the cape up and over her head. She peered into the floor length mirror, smiling, before fixing the mask over her mouth. "This brings back the good old days of Italy," she spoke, reminiscing. This had been an armor of sorts that her mother had used in the Renaissance period in Italy, using the void powers within her to help others. Lux had always been so inspired by her mother and father. Her necklace pulsed a bright blue underneath the mask and her attention was immediately drawn back to the unmarked book. She walked back over to her book nook, not wanting to take off the armor just yet. Lux sat down at her desk and flipped it open. The text inside was almost unrecognizable to her. Her brow furrowed as she looked at the book with confusion. Suddenly, the book flew out of Lux's hands and filled the room with an odd light. Lux felt as if the room was spinning and her stomach started to feel queasy. The room was spinning faster and faster inside her own mind and everything went black.

Lux awoke in a hay pile in an unrecognizable place. The kitsune looked around the bustling marketplace. Concrete was replaced with cobblestone and the building looked almost medieval. Lux lifted herself from the hay pile and began walking around with both feelings of confusion and awe. "Where the hell am I?" she whispered.

Code by Cecilia​

 

[Desert Rose]

Calcifer, Ashton, and Lilith-

Ashton was the first to notice a new direction in the room coming from the stranger. His eyes narrowed at Angelo "Calcif....." he was about to warn when he noticed no one else could move. So he made his jaw lock and he couldn't move 'damn' he thought to himself.

The king was in fact really annoyed that so many interruptions were happening as he felt another force upon his body and a pull of sorts. His staff in fact did drop from his hand and he was forced to kick it over to Angelo. He grimaced from the pain of being pulled from Angelo's spell force and from another one that he didn't realize was even in effect from when the child touched him.

When things started to escalate Lilith moved close behind Zekes her arms around his side out of fear. She grew even more afraid when she could no longer move.

When the jaws noticeably unlocked Ashton was the first to speak his voice seemed breathy as if he had just ran a marathon "put the staff down." he commanded a slight tremor in his voice. The staff held the crystals of many forces, these forces were needed for him to actually make it through an inevitable war about to begin. However his voice was breathy due to the use of power he just used, invisible to the naked eye only a few would recognize what he had just done.

For what it seemed there were two gods in the room Zekes and Angelo both higher tier of power than Calcifer could actually fight let alone Ashton. Granted the advisor was extremely powerful he wasn't about to fight unknown gods. this made him weary of Lilith since the necromancer brought her back to life who knows what sort of gifts or powers were given to her if any. After all her father had the magic ability and it was undetermined whether or not she had any. That left Glory in the room one of the knights. She was of no match to any of them, but Ashton felt no one should die needlessly and she would be the type to do so. After his careful calculations not affected by bone magic or use of any control as such because he himself was not human nor had a human body he did the unthinkable.

He held his hands up as if to surrender and a faint white glow that could only be seen by a really powerful sorcerer traced around his hands. It was a gateway of sorts that Ariael's gods would take notice. Whether or not they would involve themselves Ashton wasn't sure. Either way it would be distracting enough to hopefully take back control of the situation, but something even more dire was coming and it was time.

Calcifer remained silent struggling between the two spellforces upon him.

Lilith yelled at Angelo while he spoke "The man is a murderer and doesn't deserve your protection or Glory's" she snapped coldly After all she had seen him kill her father in front of her and done many horrible things to her mother before her eyes.

Not much was done in that time span as the conversation broke with a scream from the child when Zekes stabbed his hand and blood sprayed everywhere. Lilith went silent after that shocking display of blood and gore and even if she could break free she would still stay by Zekes side even as scary as the man was she felt safer with him than anyone else.

Ashton only cocked his head slightly to look at Zekes and wondered just how powerful he was. Curious to what the blood explosion actually did if not only use of distraction.


Kazanna Enolx (I made a few changes and yes I deleted this post and changed it and am adding it now)

 

[Kazanna]

Some of the bandits on the outer edge of the conflict with Cefrey.

They would have noted Amala's arrival, but caution was more advised to them than attack. Each of them took several steps back from the curious woman.

"Careful." One of the bandits to the edge called out, "We've another one!"

The group of bandits had begun to swell, as the nearby search groups had moved in on the commotion, so as Amala moved in, she was met by the continued inward pour of bandits. One of them, who had been a nobleman's guard before Calcifer's reign, stepped forward, to the edge of her path. He bowed stiffly, showing respect and humble submission. He had seen many approach in the manner that Amala had, casually, with confidence, and the expectation of a flawless victory. He knew fighting her would be pointless, it would lead to death, and chaos.

"Begging your pardon Mi'lady. But would you hear out the request of a humble servant?" He attempted to address her as he would a noble of high rank and authority, one who would, or might observe the laws and rules of high society.

He was far cleaner than the other bandits, though the madness of Arachnos had caused his clothing to become slightly disheveled as he had ceased to take the proper care of it he had done so in the past, but for all intensive purposes, he looked far more refined than any of the others, as a butler in battle gear might, amongst a crowd of banditry. His facial features showed he had lived through countless wars and conflicts, and that he was well learned compared to the common rabble, as well as probably far better trained than most.

Petroshka

 

[Kazanna]

In the Marketplace

"Directly in my way is where ye are." a voice would murmur near her.

A man clad in dark leather would be standing just behind her, brushing himself off of straw. She had landed in the pile he had been hiding within. So he hadn't moved until she had, not wanting to cause a fuss, but he had plied his craft, raising his fingertips up, he held the gem he had relived her of.

"Interesting bauble here, Almost looks like a magely trinket..." He muttered, just low enough that only they would hear his words.

He glanced to their left, a set of guards stood there, bantering among themselves, laughing at something stupid that one of them had just said.

"Don't reckon you're from around here, had a moment to catch a whiff, and you smell a lot different than what's always been the common trash around here. So I'm guessing you don't know 'bout the fact that your kind aren't welcome here so much as they're hunted to death." he said with a raised brow, a grin across his face.

His fingertips were quick, as was his wit, few matched him in those parts, but the guards at the edge of their view, they were his current problem, She was simply a distraction that had appeared.

"Care to make a deal pretty?" he offered ominously, holding her gemstone just out of reach.

Alyce-Marie

 

[Desert Rose]

Ander the Mage-

The mage stood just outside the throne room holding the guards back for the time being. He knew better than to just go charging in he was rather unsettled by the drops of blood that lead inside the throne room as well. Ander could sense an enormous amount of energies in the throne room. He also knew about the neutralizer Ashton had set up a long time ago as defense and so if he were to run in he would need to make it onto the platform of the throne to even be able to use his abilities.

Truth be told they were blind. Ander had no way of knowing what was on the other side of that door.

"What are your orders sir?" The question came from one of the guards.

Ander looked at him and then over at the door still trying to think of what else he could do. "we would be going into a situation blind." He simply stated.

The guards looked at him and nodded in truth they new they were helpless when it came to a fight with magics. They were only there for brute force. Ander crossed his arms over his chest while he thought about the next move. His muscles noticeably tenses when he heard the scream but he still chose not to enter.

Prrrgadilly Isolde

 

[Enolx]

Angelo grinned at the bone man's scowl, and his casual repelling of his magic. He wasn't sure how the man reacted so quickly, but he could not say that he wasn't impressed. In fact, at the moment Angelo was over the moon at having a magic battle that didn't involve another trickster. He didn't know what to expect, or how the battle would go and that made him extremely happy. Trickster battles were just a bunch of nullification and counter spells, while this felt more like a head to head confrontation. His opponents powers against his own, both of them sizing up the other and making moves to gain the upper hand.

Angelo let out a chuckle when the bone man started to lecture him. "He called me rude," Angelo said softy " He was the one who was pulling out voodoo looking eyes while he thought no one was looking. Also, what kind of response to rudeness is ripping out someone's rib cage through their throat. Who does that, really?"

When the bone man started talking about the situation and Calcifer, Angelo started thinking. "Oh Calcifer isn't dead yet," He said as he looked back at the bone man "He defiantly did something," As he listened to the rest of the man's words Angelo came to a shocking revelation and couldn't help but sigh. "Oh my god," Angelo exclaimed to himself "This is the magic equivalent of a dick measuring contest. We're going back and forth just to prove that the other guy isn't better. Uhh, this is so pointless."

Just as he had his epiphany the bone man jumped to action and shot blood from his hand. "No way, can he control blood too," Angelo stated as he activated his power and it confirmed "Of course he can. I'm just waiting for him to bring someone back from the grave and lead an army of zombies."

When the bone man's blood hit the wolf, the creature exploded a bloody mess across the room. Angelo used his new power to deflect the blood and bones from cascading into him and Glory. The speed of the explosion was insane and Angelo grinned as his heart raced. He wasn't sure what part the explosion had to play, but he did not want to get hit by it anyway. As the blood passed around him he watched the bone man make a orb of blood. When the orb turned into a staff Angelo could not stop himself from smiling even thought it was pointed at him. "This guy is so awesome," He said as he waited for the bone man's next move.

Angelo felt like he was back in school as he was lectured again by the bone man. "I believe that you might be a little confused," Angelo explained after the bone man finished " I'm not tapping into your powers. These are my powers, so I think you might want to chill out before you draw the attention of those who would cause us to suffer eternally in a way I can't comprehend. Other than that, I realized that I am interfering with this places affairs a little too much, and am starting to cause more troubles than I fixed. Since you have this under control I will leave you to it. You don't seem to be what is unbalancing the scales so I have no reason to mess with you. As long as you leave me and my Master Glory alone you and I will have no issues with each other."

After finishing with the bone man for the moment Angelo was able to turn his attention to the man behind him. "Sorry for not responding sooner, I was distracted," Angelo explained as he took a seat on the ground "I see that you also can stop my bone magic, very nice. To answer your demand from earlier, absolutely not. I will hand this over to who ever ends up ruling this place after this situation is over. Next thing I would like to talk to you about is this surrender your doing. Everyone in this room knows that I locked people in place, you moving is basically announcing to us that you want to be, and now are a player in the game. I'm not sure what you plan is, but that is between you and the bone man now. If you try anything that effects me or Glory, I will make you explode like the wolf did earlier."

Angelo then released his hold on everyone but Calcifer, but maintained his anti magic field replacing the separate fields with a large one that covered the room. "Please sit down Master," Angelo said to Glory with soft eyes "This is not a battle you can hope to participate in. Glory looked at Angelo with fear and hurt in her eyes, but sat nonetheless. Angelo lost his smile realizing that he would probably loose the connection he had formed with Glory but, if it was that or her life, he you take that trade.

Angelo sighed and watched to see what events would unfold before him. "I really need to stop getting into stuff," Angelo said as he practiced some slight of hand and sang, since his compulsion forced him to talk "I am a man, of constant sorrow. I've seen trouble all my days."

 

[Prrrgadilly]

'As I understand it, Calcifer is the current rule of Ariael. Apparently, there was a ruling family before he took over, so one must assume that he did so by murdering the royal family and wresting control in the subsequent turmoil. Whether or not magic users began disappearing before or after his rise to power is unclear, but I've learned that the rate of supposed disappearances sharply increased after he became "Lord Calcifer".' Deidrick couldn't help but roll his eyes here before continuing. 'The commoners don't actually know much about magic beyond a casters inability to access theirs without their focus object. It is my assumption, however, that Calcifer is somehow draining casters of their powers, which most likely results in their death.' Deidrick spoke with detached tone that bespoke how tasteless he found this possibility. On his world, there were plenty of viable, if challenging, methods to gain more power under you own efforts without becoming a parasite on your magical peers.

'Aside from the fact that very few people have seen Calcifer up close, and that he showcases his focus object arrogantly, there is surprisingly very little dependable gossip about him.' Deidrick frown slightly at the oxymoron before closing his eyes and folding his legs into lotus position. Since he was having a purely mental conversation, Deidrick decided to begin a light meditation to better facilitate the recovery of his lost mana.

Isolde