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Fantasy The Lost Book

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Desert Rose

Desert Rose

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This is a progression style roleplay. It will have chapters and specific moving points throughout the play. I will update notes as needed for all players so that you know where to go with your character for a chapter end as well as a chapter beginning.

All races may be allowed into this play but they must hold some type of magic. (More will be explained in the tabs below).

All characters will start with finding an antique book (how you find it is up to you). As your character examines it and begins to read they will be sucked inside the book itself bringing them into the kingdom of Ariael. (where you end up in the kingdom is entirely up to you). Your character will no nothing about this strange land they find themselves in. (More will be explained in the tabs below).

The Lost Book Spell: How this spell works- The book will inherently seek out its victims (mwahahahaha) Seek out all spellcasters. It was only suppose to go throughout the universe that Ariael is currently however due to unknown flaws it was sent through different dimensions. Only magic users can open the book. Although there isn't a physical lock on the book those who cannot wield magic will be unable to open the book. Your character will be able to open it no problem and read. Once the letters are read you will be sucked into the book and into Ariael's dimension.

You will then have a page of the book upon your person automatically whether you choose to make mention of it is up to you. However, you can do what you want with the page. Whether you choose to keep it or not is entirely up to your character.


  • Ariael is just one of many dimensions the rules of magic are simple. All magic users can only perform magic with the use of a personal object of some sort. As a newcomer from another dimension you will be adhered to the same rules and must have an object on you or find one in this realm.

    Ariael magic users do not have the power over the elements in both spell and natural elemental ability. If you create any Ariael npcs please keep this in mind. If you are using an element power the people would either hold you in high regard or fear you. I'll leave it in the writer's hand but if you are around the people it will be noticed and needs to be written as such. If you do not wish to write in npcs let me know and I will gladly do so.

    You are coming from a completely different universe if you are an elementalist you will need to find an object to which you may draw your source from.

 
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  • Index
    • "I need more power...." Calcifer growled at his servant who stood before him quivering in fear.

    The sorcerer had been gaining power by any means necessary breaking nearly every rule and code in Ariael's existence. Very few sorcerer's and even magic users remained in the kingdom, the majority of them fled in fear of their lives. No one was able to defeat Calcifer as he took over the entire realm of Ariael's. With the royal family unseen most presumed them to be dead the people bowed down before their new sorcerer king, Calcifer. With greed in his heart still hungered for more.

    The servant, Ashton, looked about the library in which they both were in search of something they had possibly missed. "May I s...sssuuu...."

    "Ugh... spit it out already your stammering is bothersome!"

    Ashton swallowed hard and looked down taking a moment to compose himself. "May I....sss.... suggest...." Calcifer locked eyes with his servant staring at him harshly as he waited to hear this suggestion. "What if we brought other magic from another world."

    The sorcerer laughed for a moment but then paused to actually ponder his servant's suggestion. "That could be chaotic... it would mean unknown magic...." he whispered before walking over to a small shelf where an antique looking book remained covered in dust. "However It may just be what we need." he concluded.

    Ashton sighed in relief glad that his master agreed with his suggestion otherwise it could have meant another lashing. "Sha....sh..... shall I prepare the sss...sssp..spell casss....cast?" the young man asked all too eagerly excited. Calcifer didn't utter a word just simply lifted his hand and gave it a slight wave. Ashton simply bowed and left to go prepare the spell to send the books out.

    After much preparation and patience waiting for the full moon to cycle it was finally ready. Calcifer and Ashton along with his followers stood outside on the terrace where a symbol was drawn and candles were lit. They knew of other worlds that existed in their universe but never thought of the consequences of opening the door way to them by magic. Calcifer stood in the center of the circle in his sorcerer garments clutching his staff that had 5 crystals embedded at the top each crystal filled with the power of other magic users. His followers took an oath of undying loyalty, if they were to ever betray him they would simply drop dead and he would gain their power. He had 20 agree to this. With them was a young witch caught in her attempted escape of the capital.

    "Bring her." Calcifer beckoned of the followers who held her still while she desperately struggled "Shh.... there there my pet..." Calcifer whispered to her stroking her long red hair. "Just think your death is of great honor." he whispered into her ear. Before she could speak he took a decorative dagger and began carving symbols into her exposed right arm. The witch screamed and cried in pain but was forced still. "Silence... or I'll cut out your tongue." Calcifer barked at her. With only whimpers heard from the girl he finished cutting into her skin on both arms. The symbols began to glow as the blood dripped into the circle. The followers began their chant and at the end of it Calcifer slit the girls throat. The follower holding her let go letting her drop to the floor as blood poured out onto the circle. Everyone stood back as a blue glow came from the circle and into the sky.

    "Now." Calcifer commanded and the antique book was thrown inside the blue glowing vortex and simply vanished. The vortex lasted for only 10 minutes and when it closed all of them fell to the ground panting heavily.

    "Did it work?" Ashton asked looking over to his master.

    The sorcerer was on one knee his weight heavily on his staff as he stared at the blood covered corpse. "Yes... now we wait." He stated.

    There is much to consider when opening the doorway to other worlds in the universe. The consideration of other dimensions was not fathomed and thus a spell was cast unprepared for such consequences. The doorway to other dimensions is now unlocked and Ariael must face the consequences.

    It is up to you to come up with your grand or not so grand entrance into Ariael. Your introduction will include finding the antique book however you see fit, reading the book, and being sucked inside the book and thrown into Ariael. You will have no knowledge of who did this and why. Any use of Ariael citizens npcs none of them are magic users but know of magic... please have them respond properly. This world has only ever seen humans and various beast like creatures. You may fall into the specified 3 parts I had mentioned or come up with other areas upon my approval.

    Let the play BEGIN!
     
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    • The final bell rang and Deidrick breathed a sigh of relief. It had been storming harshly all day, and there was only one thing he wanted to d now that school was out: play. Unfortunately, Mr. Kilowitz had other plans.

    "Mr. Davenport. A moment." The tall, thin tree of a man pushed his glasses up on his nose and trained his eyes on the excited fairy.

    "For the love of..." Deidrick grumbled under his breath as he approached his least favorite teacher. "Yes, Mr. Kilowitz?" He tried not to sound to aggravated, and failed miserably.

    "Now Deidrick, I have no intention of detaining you any longer than necessary. To that end, I would like to personally assign you a book for your next paper. It is quite clear that you do not apply yourself properly in my class, and that stops now." He emphasized his final word by slamming an ancient looking leather bound tome on to his desk. "This will be the subject matter of your next paper."

    "You can't possibly be serious. Between all the stuff I've gotta do, it'll take me three months to finish that; the paper's due in two weeks!" Deidrick eyes swelled to the size of saucers as he saw the book. He raised with voice, throwing propriety out the window. "How many screws do you have loose, man?"

    "I am perfectly in control of myself, and I have complete confidence that you will cease your flippant treatment of my class and present an exemplary report. After all, fae are far superior to mere humans." The sneer on Mr. Kilowitz was so verbal, it was physical. "That will be all Mr. Davenport. Take your book and leave, before I call the Fae-watch, please." With a satisfied smirk on his face, Mr. Kilowitz gazed back down at the papers on his desk and resumed his grading.

    "You are so gonna get yours one of these days, you racist pig. I'd be careful going home if I were you. The storm's getting worse." Glaring at his teacher, Deidrick mentally lifted the book and carried it out of the room behind him. Kilowitz really would call security on him, and he couldn't afford another infraction; his mother would be hysterical. "Just you wait. One of these days I'm gonna roast you like the pig you are."

    Now officially in a foul mood, Deidrick wove his way through the crowd of high school students and made it to his locker. Opening the locker with a thought, he shoved his book bag inside and pulled out his ridiculously large scarf, and called his silver choker to cinch itself around his neck once again. He was about to toss the leather book in too, and thought better of it. He needed to make sure that he passed Kilowitz's class to graduate. "I don't even know what it's about." Snatching the book out of the air, Deidrick flipped it open, looking for a title. He only read a few words before everything went black. The next thing he knew, Deidrick was waking up on the rain beaten deck of a ship, surrounded by old time sailors who were eyeing him with mixtures of fear and suspicion. There was only one thought in Deidrick's head as he stood and looked past the sailors to a medieval port city that was definitely not on any map in his world.

    "Kilowitz is so dead."
     
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    Alec Miller

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    The streets were always dead at night; everyone was either asleep, wasting their time in a pub, or simply reading a book. The streets reside in this large industrial city. After all, it is 1855. In the center of this city is a clock tower. To any civilian, this clock tower was known to be abandoned. However, It is actually known as a safe haven for Assassins and Thieves.

    Alec Miller, a Thief and Assassin, most often by night, stood on the roof of the clock tower. He was clearly waiting for someone... someone important. Suddenly, a voice sounded behind Alec as he gawked out into the horizon of the industrial city, "Ah. Alec Miller, right? I never thought I would get the pleasure to deliver a contract to you personally."

    "Just give me the paper." Alec responded in a cold tone.

    Even though Alec wasn't looking, it was clear that the courier was fumbling through his coat pockets to find the contract. Finally, a hand reached beside Alec's arm, with a rolled up scroll in hand. Alec swiped it from him and immediately started to unravel it.

    'Contract #203, Addressed to Alec Miller, May 25th, 1855: Alec Miller, we have another sneak and steal operation for you. There has been word of a mysterious book somewhere in the city. You know the drill: Steal this book, and bring it to me. We have drawn a map on the back of this contract, marking the spot where this mysterious book most likely is.'

    Alec proceeded to flip the contract over, the back revealing a well drawn-out map. He memorized the spot, and rolled the paper back up. He handed it back to the courier before walking to the edge of the clock tower.

    Before he could do anything, however, the courier asked a final question, "I've heard that you have some sort of wings in your clothes. Is that true?"

    Alec smirked as he leaped off the tower. He was getting closer and closer to the ground, until finally, he used his telekinesis to activate a wingsuit type of mechanism that was built into his robes. Alec turned 90 degrees up, and leveled himself. He was literally flying above the streets now using this equipment. This wingsuit-like mechanism was something that Alec had crafted himself, along with the robes and armor of course.

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    Alec continued to have a grin on his face as he felt the cold wind against him. He noticed that he was starting to slowly drift down, so he used his telekinesis again to give him a boost back up. And just like that, he was up high above the buildings below again. Having memorized the map he was given, and knowing this city like the back of his hand, he spotted the house, and quickly turned left.

    He figured that since this was a stealth mission he should land on a building at least one away from the target to do some scouting. He used his telekinesis yet again to retract the wingsuit. As he did this, he fell and landed on the building.

    "Hope that didn't wake anyone up." Alec grumbles to himself as he had made a loud thud on the roof falling down.

    He peeks over the top of the roof as he pulls his hood and face mask on. He vaults over the top of the roof and slides down. As he gets to the edge of the roof itself, he leaps across the street below and over to the building where the book supposedly is. He used his telekinesis to give himself a strong boost, as the street was quite wide. Luckily, he makes it, gripping onto the side of the roof. He pulls himself up, noticing a trap door on the top.

    He crouches down, stealthily making his way over to the trap door, which he assumes leads to an attic of some kind. He approaches it, only to realize that there is a lock on it.

    "Not a problem." He whispers to himself as he takes out some lockpicks.

    In no time, he gets the lock off, and then begins to open it up. He jumps down onto the floor inside and proceeds to scan his surroundings. It was a bedroom he was currently in.

    Thank God no one was sleeping in there. However, there was some chatter coming from downstairs. He again got into a crouching position as he made his way to the source of the sound. He saw a table where a group of people were having what seemed like a family dinner of sorts.

    Hopefully Alec wouldn't need to hurt anyone. As he continued to glance down at the happy family, he noticed a door which seemed like it would lead to a basement. There was clearly no book of any sort up where he was, so that would probably be his best option. Alec wondered if he could teleport there. But no, as he needs to have a direct line of sight to where he wants to teleport, and with that many people at that table, he would easily get spotted no matter where he went.

    Alec suddenly came up with another idea: Scare them off. He reached into his chest pocket, pulling out a blade handle of some kind. Using his telekinetic power, a blade instantly came out of the handle. It was a retractable sword that Alec had created himself, and he was quite proud of it.

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    Alec had other weapons such as his Hidden Blade, which is what allows him to actually use his powers. This blade can also absorb elements, and then use whatever element it has. For example, if the blade absorbed fire, until it would absorb another element, the blade projects fire. Alec also wielded a Hidden Crossbow, which had a revolver type of design and could shoot things like incendiary darts and sleeping darts.

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    Alec was about to jump down, but was distracted by something in his peripheral vision: A little girl, no older than 8. He turned quickly, aiming his Hidden Crossbow at her out of instinct. The crossbow opened up, usually being compactly closed and hidden on his wrist. The girl simply screamed, and as quickly as he could, Alec fired a sleeping dart at her.

    The girl's screamed went silent as she fell to the floor. Alec's mind was swirling with thoughts.

    'Was that a sleeping dart or a poison dart?'

    'Will she be okay?'

    But then the most important thought came to mind, 'Someone must have heard that.'

    Suddenly, footsteps were heard coming up the stairs, and whoever was approaching, was approaching quickly. Alec came out of his crouching position and turned to see who was running up. It was a man, maybe in his early 40's, and it was bright as day that the girl was his daughter. Alec concluded this when the man first turned to the either unconscious or dead girl and gasped in shock.

    Alec seemed to be frozen in his place, but he had to react fast, because the man just found him. Without saying a word, the father took the knife he had apparently brought up and charged at Alec. Alec aimed his crossbow yet again, and fired. His biggest mistake was not checking which dart it was yet again. Alec was never good in these stressful situations.

    A fiery explosion emitted, lightning the father up in flames. It was an incendiary dart. The man screamed and screamed in pain before Alec realized that the house was starting to catch on fire too. In that moment, Alec stopped messing around. He turned to the dinner table downstairs, which clearly wasn't consisting of a happy family anymore. Half the people who were sitting there were now standing up, screaming and panicking, whilst the other half were just outside the front door, calling for the guards.

    Alec knew that if he was going to get that book, now was his only chance. Summoning up all of his concentration, Alec teleported to where the basement door was. He pulled it open and rushed down the stairs. He heard running and thumping from upstairs, and could tell by the sound of it that the guards had shown up.

    When Alec finally got to the bottom, he froze, the book in his sight. Something about it made him tense up, but he didn't know what. Something wasn't right. It didn't matter now though, because Alec had to get that book. He ran over to it and just when he was about to pick it up, he couldn't help himself but to peek inside, even though doing that now was at the worst possible time.

    As Alec opened it, he could tell immediately that it was some foreign language that he couldn't understand. But maybe his boss, the guy that hired him to do this, could understand it? Alec wasn't exactly sure. Just when he was about to close it and get the hell out of there, something odd happened: He could suddenly understand the words.

    "What the hell?" He muttered to himself.

    He was so baffled that even though he could understand, he didn't actually take the time to read any. The sound of feet trampling down the stairs got Alec's attention.

    He turned around quickly, being greeted with two guards with crossbows. With Alec Miller having been wanted for several years, the guards fired their crossbows immediately. However, the bolts slowed down midair, and eventually came to a stop. At first, Alec assumed that he had used his telekinesis, but the guards were completely frozen as well, and the screaming and sound of flames from upstairs could no longer be heard. It was almost as if time had stopped.

    One of the crossbow bolts that had been fired by the guard was directly in front of Alec's face. He raised his hand, still being extremely cautious as he pushed the bolt out of the way. A smile came across his face. Did Alec gain the ability to stop time?

    Sadly, this was indeed not the case. Alec slowly turned around when he heard an odd noise coming from behind. The strange writing that was in the book began to literally leak out. What were once words of a foreign language was now a puddle of black liquid on the ground before him.

    Alec suddenly became extremely disoriented. He fell to the ground as he began to get dizzy. And suddenly, everything went dark.

    It wasn't even 10 seconds before Alec began to open his eyes up again. Was it just a dream? Did he die? Alec himself couldn't tell, since all he felt was the harsh wind against his face and body. This had to be a dream.

    In an instant, Alec felt a massive amount of pain on his side. That same guard had taken his sword and swung at him, leaving a deep cut on the side of his body. Alec screamed out in pain. This definitely wasn't a dream, and Alec finally came back to his senses.

    He came to the horrible realization that he was falling. He adjusted himself midair and looked down. What he saw below made his jaw drop under his mask: It was some sort of Medieval Kingdom. The worst part is that he was still falling from God knows how far up.

    He adjusted himself again, now facing the same guard that was in the room. He took out his sword and activated the blade. He swung back at the guard, giving the man a deep cut across the face. The guard, clearly raging, sent a swing of his dull sword back. It missed, but only by a little.

    Alec, being tired of this, used his telekinesis to boost himself towards the man. He angled his blade to where it went straight through the guard's stomach. The guard screamed out in pain before his eyes slowly closed. The guard was definitely dead. But wait, wasn't there another one in that basement?

    Before Alec had anymore time to think, he felt a blade go directly through the left side of his back. Just like any man would most likely do, Alec yelled. The pain was so intense that he lost grip of his sword and the dead guard. Alec, without any other second thought, elbowed the guard who had stabbed him with a dagger in the face.

    After that, he activated his hidden blade. The blade lit up with fire, and Alec stabbed the blade right into the guard's arm. With the aid of his telekinesis, the fire spread at a rapid pace, and Alec managed to push the guard off of him, sending him flying off with his telekinesis as he began to burn to ashes.

    Alec, after some hesitation, then pulled the dagger out of his back. He then used another small boost of telekinesis to fly over to the other dead guard. As he came up to him, Alec pulled his sword out, the blade retracting back into the handle before he put it inside his coat pocket.

    There was one thing Alec forgot though: The ground. He glanced down, seeing that he was about to make impact. And in a split second, Alec activated his wingsuit, and managed to gain some height off the ground. However, he was still quite high up, and with adrenaline running through his body, he couldn't concentrate enough to use the telekinesis to level himself out and fly to a better location, like land. He deactivated his wingsuit and fell into the body of water below. Luckily, there were some boats he could probably get onto, and ask where the hell he is.













     
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    The sound of metal being hammered rang throughout the forge, as Flint Fireblood shaped his newest creation. Sparks flew with each strike of the hammer, pounding out impurities and into it's final shape. A small smile adorned the Dwarf's bearded face as he turned a lump of raw ore into a work of art that kings sought after. For hours on end, he would heat, hammer, and finally grind the final shape of the commissioned work.

    After hours of work, the dwarf pulled the sword out of the coals, its form glowing a bright orange and set it upon the anvil to cool. Grabbing a mug of warm ale, Flint quickly downed it, spilling some in the braids of beard. Releasing a loud belch, The runemaster went to collect his tome of runic knowledge. After a minute or so, followed by a several dozen choice curses, he found what he had been looking for.

    With the blade adequately cooled, Flint set to work carving the proper runes into the flats of the blade, each rune carved producing a lambent glow. Minutes soon turned to hours, as he diligently worked, only to stop when he needed another mug of ale or a set of carving tools. Cutting the last rune into the blade, Flint sighed with relief. Grabbing the blade, he set it back into furnace, pumping the billows to get the blade to heat.

    As the blade started to heat up, the dwarf set about putting away his tome, only to be interrupted by a blue flash surprising him. "What in the fucking nine hells was that?!" He shouted. Looking to the floor he spotted what looked to be a leather bound tome, it's script almost alien to the Master Blacksmith. Shaking his head, his braids flopping against his chest, he picked up the book. "Where the hell did eyew come from..." He asked no one as he flipped open the tome. What happened next, could not have prepared the dwarf for the adventure of a life time, as the entire room with dwarf included, wink from existence.

    He came to, several minutes later when the sound of beating rain on his forge's roof stirred him from his surprisingly pleasant nap on the stone floor. Grumbling about some no good, ork loving, commie bastard book, He looked out the door. What greeted him was a scene that is not of the stone halls of Hammerstone, but the ocean by the shore, and heavy rain. Too shocked to properly vocalize his surprise, Flint made his way back in and set to work, finishing his blade. Minutes passed, when he once more broke the silence.     "Well, Fuck..." Followed by the Hiss of hot metal in oil.

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    "hehehehehehehe.... Look Pandora.... look...." Khaos playfully tapped Pandora's shoulder. "Humans are so fun to play with... don't you think?" He asked with a chuckle. the fairy looked towards her master and if she had eyes in their sockets she would have rolled them. However, they two roses upon his hat twisted slightly. Khaos frowned and looked to her "oh.... don't be like that." He pouted some and then looked back towards the human he was playing with.

    The human was a young man in small village. Khaos had been watching him for awhile now. The man worked at a lumber yard and had a small family. Khaos introduced himself the previous day and from there slowly began to work his way into the man's mind. Khaos took Pandora to the man's house and what he was so excited about... what he was so thrilled with was simply the face that he pushed the thoughts that the wife was cheating. In a drunken fit of rage the man confronted her. The wife denied such accusations.

    Unable to to convince him the man hit her across the face hard enough to knock her to the floor. Ignoring her please he grabbed her by the hair and bashed her head into the floor board. Once again ignoring her cry of pain and sobs he sat on top of her to pin her down "You do not cheat on me! Everything I did was for you!" he yelled grabbing her hair once again and began lifting and shoving her head into the floor boards until he heard the crack of her skull. He sat looking down at her breathing heavily.

    The roses on top of Khaos head slightly opened as the fairy saw the horrific scene. "The child" she whispered noting the small boy who stood in the hall in utter shock and probably disbelief. "Master?" Pandora questioned the rose eyes closing back to their normal state. Khaos looked at her "Well that was a fun turn of events..." Khaos grinned with a sadistic chuckle.

    The man looked up and paused seeing his little boy stare at him in utter horror. The Push effect was over and when he looked down to see his wife dead and saw the blood on his hand. "No...." he whispered under his breath his hands trembling while he wept. He could remember everything even the feeling of her skull cracking beneath his hand. "What have I done?" he whispered.

    Khaos shook his head "come Pandora, I'm no longer amused." the elf said and turned to leave.

    "Yes Master" Pandora said and silently flew behind him. The fairy was of larger size than her usual self. Still short and nimble about 4ft tall, she was still able to switch between that height and being a height no taller than the average person's thumb.

    On their way back to the inn they were staying at something caught Khaos' eyes. "look here... something not of this world." he whispered with excitement. He quickly walked off the path and over to the side of the road to a mound of dirt where the ancient book resided. "Odd." he said picking up examining it a moment he opened it taking a look over a page.

    "Strong magic..." He started to say before he was cut of and he found his face being forced into the pages. with the book engulfing his entire face and him running about waving his arms and yelling elven profanities that were muffled and couldn't be understood. "hmm?" Pandora questioned and once again the two roses on his hat opened for her to get a better look. She gasped and yelled quickly the rose eyes shut and instinctively the fairy rubbed at her empty eye sockets. She had seen a blinding blue light. "Master?" she questioned unsure of what kind of magic this would be.

    A few moments more of struggling Khaos and Pandora were sucked into the book and thrown into a dark old looking forest. Khaos groaned and opened his eyes as he stretched his muscles "teleportation magic." he mumbled before looking around. He was on the forest floor and it looked as though they were deep inside the forest. His eyes stopped upon a creature he had never seen. The creature stood 3 ft tall and looked like a cross between a raccoon and a squirrel. It was skinny and had big bulging eyes. The creature was covered in light brown fur with a bushy tail. It held in its tiny paws an acorn close to his chest as it stood upright on its hind paws. Its teeth looked like it was about to dig into its prized possession but paused upon seeing the two intruders. Both Khaos and the creature stared at each other for a moment before screaming. Pandora in fear reverted to her smaller size and flew into the third rose upon Khaos' hat where she resided when she did not need to be noticeably present.
     
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    "So this little orb is capable of stopping and resuming time?" Cefrey asked as she examined the orb. Speaking to three older men. "Well yes Lady Cefrey. It took a good amount of time making that thing. And placing it may have been a bad idea looking back on it... You said the current year is 748 correct?" One of the older men asked in a worried voice.

    Cefrey at this point was walking down the tower of Aelderos "Yeah last I checked, but that was from Phillian and I don't know which calendar you guys use. Also order from Mal, he says to get this stairway taken down. Can't risk intruders who want to steal the orb coming in." As she was walking something odd had caught her attention. "Is this how we treat the stories of the world? This book needs to go to the library. Not sitting here in some random shelf in a clocktower." Cefrey quickly picked up the book before adding on "Oh and Mal wants it done by the end of this week. Otherwise Knox gets involved and he guards it. And I know the townspeople don't want to deal with Knox."

    "Of course milady, We'll work on it as soon as we can." One of the old men replied as Cefrey exited the stairwell.

    "You know maybe this book could be a good read. Wouldn't hurt to take a litt- the hell?" Cefrey was shocked to see the books pages had gone pitch black. Which was odd because she knew there was something on there. "A pitch black book? Maybe it's illusion magic, just have to- Oh gods help!" When Cefrey placed her hand on the book her hand sunk in and the book began to pull her in as well. "Stupid damned Warlocks!" Were Cefreys last words before she was yanked into the book leaving it to fall on the ground.

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    "OK ouch, that landing was not the best. Sil would be giving me so much crap for that horrible performance. But first things first, why am I in the forest? And where is the book?" Cefrey looked around only to find her Loot and Rapier near her. Yet there was no book in sight. Only a dark forest. "Well then me looks like we have some looking around to do." She stood up dusting off her clothes which were caked in dirt. Even if it was a forest she had to look her best. Rugged is not a good look for a Bard such as herself.
     
    "Do you play, Mademoiselle?"

    Leliana glanced up from the ballroom dancing, and at the familiar man. He leaned over the railing like she had been, resting his arms casually watching the dancers below, the nobleman, whom was considerably close to her now, looked at her with what must've been curiousity, though she could not tell many expressions through the masquerade masks.

    "What game do you speak of, Monsieur?" Leliana asked innocently in her pretty French accent, strong in her voice. The orchestra played a pleasant tune through the ballroom that almost disguised the true nature of the nobels and court officials in the palace.

    The man chuckled softly. His mask was one a wolves, a silvery white that made her flinch when it gleaned in the light, it accompanied his formal black suitcoat. Not just black-but dashing black. One so smooth the stars could have gotten lost in it. Despite the mask, he was dressed in all black. Even his cape and boots. It did not compliment his pale skin, midnight hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail.

    "Do not play games with me, Ms. Pierce. The court is more cutthroat then the scandalous things I hear of you," he paused, "I have heard quite a rumor about you, you know." He murmured, at this point Leliana was keeping her gaze away and down at the dancers, who broke apart and joined new people to dance with. She flinched the slightest as she felt a silky, black gloves hand grab her chin gently and turn her to face him.

    Unlike him, she wore gold and black rather then silver and black. Her dress was black as night, the bodice embroided with extravagant curved gold designs, adorned with black feathers as lace and her mask was that of a bird, her black feathers tipped in gold.

    Her ocean blue eyes met dead empty black ones.

    "You look pretty as a raven," he mused, tilting his head as if he were a child, inspecting a new toy. "Tell me," he said, "Will you cry when your wings are broken, little bird?"

    Leliana smiled brilliantly, fooling everybody but the prince himself. "I do not know, Monsieur," she said stepping away from him, black and gold skirts rustling as she did so, her eyes were not smiling, unlike the rest of her features, she fanned herself with a exquisite gold fan. "Will you howl when you realize what has been stolen from you?" She asked, tilting her head in curiousity at the prince.

    When he did not respond, Leliana smiled thinly before she turned away, taking a step to leave when he said:

    "Take one more step, and I will order the royal guards to arrest you and all of your accomplices." The Prince called out.

    Leliana stopped abruptly and turned around in a surprising amount of speed, a quirked smile on her face. She took a step towards him, he raised an eyebrow. "Now, is it just me, or did that sound like a threat?" Leliana's tone was amused. The Prince crossed his arms, unintimidated by the girl before him.

    "Ah, that it was, Mademoiselle." He said, a hint of a smile curving his lips. Leliana chuckled, which made him hesitate in suprise.

    Leliana lashed out like a snake, taking The Prince completely by suprise when she stepped backward and he was suddenly pulled out into a balcony, looking over the castle gardens from high above. Leliana somehow had already yanked the Prince out of sight from the guards, or windows looking into the dance, he was frozen in a headlock by the smaller woman, one twist and his neck would be snapped.

    "Here's what we're not gonna do," Leliana whispered icely into his ear as he failed to free himself, "We're not gonna walk around like we're invincible, when it is this easy for me to end you," Leliana hissed as the Prince gasped for breath,

    "You wanna tell the people I'm her? Go ahead and try," she said with a shrug before whispering more closely in his ear, her other hand holding up his fancy engagement ring she'd stolen from his finger, "I will shove this ring so far up your ass, you'll actually have something to joke on." She released him, stepping away from him as she flicked the ring at his forehead before leaving him speechless on the balcony.

    Sometimes physical threats made a stronger message.

    Leliana was very popular amoung the courts due to fancy words and a false title. It made it that much harder for the Prince to tell anyone who she really was, most called her "The Witch Thief". Such an amusing title. Her eyes scanned the ballroom for a familiar face and found several, the people she had brought as "Guests" stood amoung each other, whispering and eyeing valuables amoung the room.

    She'd had just began to walk over when a woman barreled into her, nearly knocking her off balance. Leliana spun on the woman to see none other then Diandra, one of the boys girls who was currently disguised as a servant.

    "I'm going to help you guys." Diandra said, crossing her arms with an annoying expression of utmost certainty. "I have information you could use," she said before Leliana could jump in.

    "The Prince has been using the palace servants to serve...other needs if you get my meaning. You could blackmail him if you wanted." Diandra said, hoping to be of some minor use.

    "Wow, fascinating. Not enough." Leliana said, maneuvering around Diandra and taking a step to walk off.

    "Wait! Please I want to be apart of this. I can do what you do! I can spy or-"

    Leliana clamped a hand over Diandra's mouth to shush her, because some were beginning to look her way. "Your search for life`s purpose is as obvious as it is tragic." Leliana said irritably, removing her hand from Diandra's mouth and straighting her golden gloves.

    "Let me help." Diandra was practically begging at this point and Leliana made a mental note to never again recruit someone whom has a girlfriend.

    "Fine, Diandra." Leliana sighed exasperatedly, "You can drive the get-away-carriage. But your not stealing anything."

    Diandra gave her a pout that made her look like a child. Which she kinda was at this point.

    Leliana once again, yet much more irritably walked away and joined the group, where Cal subtly slid a small book into her hand.

    "I found the Prince's Journal in his room, take a look at what I found, it has just what you need to get him out of the line for good. Take a look at it when you have time. Other then that, the coast is clear, waiting on your word Witch Queen." Cal said in a serious tone. Leliana glanced around the room, feeling a pair of eyes on her to find the wolf staring directly at her through the crowd, she could almost feel the hatred from across the room. Too bad she couldn't kill him, but that'd be bad for business.

    "Start the diversion." Leliana ordered with a nod, a michevious glint in her eyes. The group of people parted off in different directions, and only a moment later a huge explosion sounded, the ladies screamed in suprise and their gentlemen jumped back as fireworks exploded in massive colors, rattling the palace windows. Guards rushed out of the ballroom to see who was making such a mockery of the ball. When the red firework exploded, Leliana slipped away.

    A short time later she was in the Kings Quarters, one dress short and in her armor, weapons strapped to her thigh, most equipment had been hidden under her dress other then the armor, which was hidden but retrieved.

    In a glass case fit for display, lie the Prince'a future crown, made of silver with sharp edgy designs. It reminded her of an spiderweb, with the prince as a spider. She could not allow the Prince to become King.

    She spun around when she felt a presence in the dark room, just as she did something slammed into her with great force, taking her down to the hard marble floor, she heard a crack as colors burst in her vision, heard the crown skitter across the floor somewhere in the dark.

    The pair of hands picked her up by the collar and slammed her into the wall, her vision swayed and her knees were weak as a fist connected with her face and sent her sinking to the floor on her knees. She knew enough to know whom it was, smart enough to know that the only way to beat Leliana in a fight was to take her by suprise, weak enough to not use magic.

    "Hello, little bird." A wolf stared at her, crouching so they were at eyelevel. "I knew you would come for my crown eventually." He gently removed her mask before harshly grabbing her by her jaw and forcing her to look at him from under long lashes. "The wolf pack will always hunt down their prey, if they want to get the job done correctly." His hand was squeezing her jaw harshly, something that's surely leaving bruising.

    "Really? I always kinda figured you for a lone wolf." Leliana said smugly, she tasted blood on her lips.

    The Prince once again yanked her up and slammed her against the wall. "Who killed my father?!" He demanded. When she didn't answer he slammed her into the wall once more, colors exploded in her eyes. "Was it your guild? I know a girl couldn't have pulled it off. We found the carriage burned to crisp, along with all the bodies. So. Who. Did. It." The Prince's voice was dangerously smooth as his grip tightened on her collar, his face so close she could smell the musty teapot smell he carried with him. She couldn't believe she actually wanted to kiss him.

    "Oh! I know! I know!" Leliana said with false enthusiasm, raising her hand in the air, "Me." She hissed. Even from beneath the mask she could see the betrayal and rage in his calm expression, his eyes glittered with something that made her shiver.

    "You bitch-" The prince paused as something rolled across the floor, dropping off Leliana from somewhere. She exhaled as he released her collar.

    "Well, well, well," he said kneeling down to inspect what it was, "What do we have-" The Prince crumpled to the floor, unconscious as Leliana grabbed both sides of his head and her knee connected with his jaw. She stepped over him, and grabbed the ball off the floor, one she used for these cases, in case of emergency. Thankfully this did not happen much.

    She fumbled around in the dark until she found the crown, and her weapons that had been knocked from their sheaths in the the struggle. Her knees were weak and vision was spinning, she walked over to the window, watching the fireworks light up the sky, and brought out the Prince's journal.

    She wasn't going to haul it around if it wasn't useful after all, she scanned through the first couple pages before a page fell out of the journal, Leliana reached down, curious and picked it up, inspecting it in the light, her magic felt the magic on the page and it was to late to scream as everything in the room went black as she was sucked into the page.

    Trees.

    That was the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes. Her body ached as she sat up, trying to remember the last events that took place when she looked around and realized she was in the middle of a forest, surrounded by unfamiliar trees. The memory of the page made her groan out loud.

    "Where the hell am I?" Leliana murmured to herself as she stood up, eyes moving around the thick forest.
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    Empress Amalasontha Von Geloyra of the Imperium Sempiternum watched in satisfaction as the last bastion of 'resistance' fell under her hordes of dead. The fools who had clung on old beliefs attempted to break from her empire, 'undead are afront' to god they chanted, if their god did exist it had surely abandoned them. Elisaweta, one of her rare subjects that were living walked up to her and bowed. "Lady Amalasontha, The rabble who dared defy you have been eradicated." Amala looked down at Elisaweta with a smile. "Wonderful then, was there anything within of interest?" She stood up to face her emperor and pulled out a mysterious book which looked ancient. "I, and the Lichknights believe they seem to think that this book was their salvation, The Lichknights told me there is gibberish written in it and casted it aside but i thought it would be of use to you." She pulled out the book which seemed to be made of human flesh, it wasnt too unusual, Amala herself had a few scriptures written just like that but there was a symbol on the cover that looked almost alien in nature. "Good find Elisaweta, i will study it once i retreat back to the captial." Amala took it and stored it within her armored robes.

    Amala then saw to it that the fortress of the rebels was razed to the ground, no symbols of rebellion shall stand, after the minor event she went back to the capital of Tempus Septur, and immediately went to her studies. Sitting down at her private quarters surrounded by knowledge of collected scripts from over centuries, it gave her a feeling of calm and of home. looking up at the paintings which littered the walls she remembered about that book the necromancer gave her. "ah, yes." She opened her robes and grabbed the book from inside her body and laid it upon the table, running her fingers over it the flesh it was made out of felt fresh as opposed to the normal dried and dead. "Unusual..." She then opened it to see that the hieroglyphs were written by a sort of scalping a blade on said flesh, the writing was definitely something she had not seen, it may be something not within her world.

    She began work on this little project of hers of deciphering the book for all it had, after all, there wasn't anywhere else to conquer only sea. over the course of months she had indeed ciphered the ancient scripture, it spoke of another world, another place which magic stems from objects wielded by its user. To Amala this seemed like a perfect place to extend her empire, another world untouched? it may be a wonderful feeding ground for her. and what if this world had access to other worlds? With another goal set in place Amala got up from her seat and walked out of her studies. Something she didnt do for literal months, perhaps even a year. The lichknights saw her and instantly kneel before her followed by her living subjects then the rest of her undead. Without a word she commanded her undead to start construction of a small gateway to this world and dismissed the rest of her subjects to go on with what they were needed to do.

    Walking to the site at which the gateway was to be created she continued to read more, all it mentioned was simply how the world worked, it did not mention anything of civilizations or anything of the like, which was troubling to her. After she got to the end of the book she noticed a small subtext reading "Any being reading this will be pulled through" "hmpf, its powers are to lowly for undead it seems" Closing the book Amala gave it to another undead which held it for her. She watched the gateway being ever so slow constructed, slowness was never a problem for Amala as she had all the time in the world. One of her commanders, Vetericus, the eldest walked to herside. "What is this new project of yours?" Her favorite of the four asked her. The undead that carried the book gave Vetericus the book and he opened it, but much to his dismay he couldn't read it. "I do not understand" she said shaking his head. "Its a new world Vetericus" She said not facing him, he responded with a glare.

    "I will go through and find a way to get you and your brother and sisters through," It was perhaps as easy as another gateway, or something much more simpler, however she didn't count on it. "The book said speaks of magics that do not abide by our worlds rules so it may take time, you and the others may venture on your projects of finding more land with your boats, however know i will one day call upon you again." It wasn't a garrentee that this gateway would work, however it was a low risk endeavor and her commanders would be busy attempting to find more land. Why did they want to find more land? it was simple, to expand the never ending empire, and with this book the empire will span worlds. (hush i needed an excuse)

    After a few weeks of waiting the Gateway was finished and her subjects gathered around it to see their empress off. The commanders will see that order is kept and that everything runs smoothly, at this point Amala herself wasn't actually needed except for the most dire of situations so none were truly panicked nor worried. As she walked toward the gate way with the book in her hands, everyone bowing before her. She tossed the book toward the gateway and a large green portal appeared before her an explosion of life force came through, looking back she saw everyone simply staring insilence, her commanders, the children, nodding. Calmly she walked through the portal.

    To Vetericus, This was simply a passing of their creator, and ruler. He had doubts she'd ever come back however he would do all he can to keep the empire alive, or at least undead (huehuehue) To Rictiovarus, Vetericus's brother, and third eldest, it was an opportunity to gain praise from subjects. To Gailavira Second eldest and sister to all, was a gift to her and her siblings. To Talida youngest and child to the four, it was a burden to fall upon her. The four watched as the portal collapsed, interestingly enough their mother's magic did not disipate as they had expected and prepared for. Look at eachother in confusion at first then contempt they separated to continue their own projects.

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    Once she was through all the way the portal instantly closed, Amala didn't feel any different, aside from all the life that she was already siphoning from the environment. Speaking of the environment it was a dark forest of some sort, First thing first was that she grabbed her crown and hid it in her robes, she was not royalty in this realm and unless she had an army she wasn't going to be one anytime soon. With the lifting of her crown off her head it felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted off her shoulders. As far as she remembered she had been ruling over an empire, she would miss this feeling and welcome it when she conquered this world however it was best, for now.

    Wandering the dark forest for a little bit avoiding rays of sunlight from above she encountered some sort of wildlife that did not run away from her presence. it was a unusually large bear of some sort that was staring at her she gave it a stare back. It seemed to have found this as a challenge as it got on its hind legs and roared at her. She, was left unimpressed. It then started to charge after her, its large body causing the ground to rumble beneath Amala's feet. Once it lunged at her she swiftly twisted her staff/sword around and gave it a piercing strike under its jaw killing it instantly, it was to be expected. However what wasnt expected was the explosion of her green aura blasting a 5 meter sphere of consumption. "what?" The resulting explosion drained the bear corpse and killed all plantlife within the radius, which meant no more cover from the sun. She was now trapped under the bear with her holding it up. "isk" She imbued the bear with her hell fire and it started to animate and come alive once more, it helped her waltz into the cover of the canopy.

    After that she quickly withdrew her staff from the bear's head and examined it, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, that explosion might have been some sort of resulting of entering this world? Is that what will happen each time she used it? (its really just to grab everyone elses attention <3) She would be wise to use it only when she needed it from now on.

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    Darkness, darkness, and more darkness, it was all that surrounded Luxta. Once again he pondered if he had been placed in hell but he quickly shrugged it off and searched for his sword. Turning his body quickly he found that it was several feet away and glowing very faintly. It was odd that his blade glowed so weakly but he had no idea what had happened, as soon as his fingers slipped around the grip of the blade it lit back to a bright blue, partially illuminating his surroundings. After looking around he found that he was in a cave much like the one he awoke inside of before. To his left he had a trail that lead upwards, to his right was a wall with vague outlines of what seemed to be a stone doorway, yet it looked more like a natural wall than anything. Luxta sighed and ascended the left passage, this was very strange to him but it literally just happened half an hour ago so he wasn't flabbergasted.

    Luxta climbed, every so often he found a corpse; skeleton, rotting, and new. Some of the corpses were heavily armed, some were archers, some seemed to be peasants with pitch forks. Each body he came across as he got higher seemed to be a bit less rotten, he also checked each one for coins or valuables, as all Aryans did. Most of the bodies had only a few copper coins, of which he didn't recognize, but a handful had a silver coin or two, one body even had a purse with five gold coins. None of the coins looked like anything he had seen but by the weight of his pouch he knew he'd have a sizable bounty if he had it melted down and reforged. As he climbed over large rocks and tossed small boulders he felt a gentle breeze that smelled of the ocean. Not ten minutes after feeling the breeze he saw a light far above him. When he emerged from the cave he overlooked a large forest, and a few miles away was the ocean. This wasn't where he was during the battle, it was too warm for Aryan territory, and there were no war parties he could spot, something was very wrong.

    Luxta trampled through the forest carelessly, pushing logs and moss covered rocks to the side as he made a beeline for the coast. His eyes wandered as he attempted to spot familiar foliage but everything was either poisonous or alien to him, until he spotted wild strawberries. His insides screamed for nutrition, Luxta quickly fell to his knees and picked at the wild plants. Every so often he would mumble and toss one away but after several minutes he arose with a yawn. After taking a few steps he heard a loud cling that of swords clashing together, quickly after he heard far screams of terror. Turning on the heel of his foot he narrowed his eyes and through the dense forest he spotted handful of shimmering lights, definitely swords or falchions. Without second guessing himself he drew his sword and went into a full sprint. Every few seconds he'd leap or jump to the side to dodge a creek or stump.

    Only fifty yards ahead of him and closing he could read the scenario as if it was on parchment. About a dozen mounted brigands clashing with five lightly armed guards on foot, the caravan master atop his crates shooting a bow at the outlaws, but two of his guards had already been killed while a single thief had been wounded, good odds. Emerging from the brush letting out a mighty war cry he caught the closest brigand by surprise, beheading him before both of his eyes met those of Luxta. Twisting in a crouched motion Luxta slashed into the leg of a horse, its owner fell to the ground along with the writhing animal. Luxta slashed the man quickly across the chest and removed his hatchet from his belt. Turning to the horse Luxta quickly planted the axe into its skull and returned it to his own belt. Luxta hated killing horses and dogs, loyal and good beasts, but when it came to battle all he could do was give them a quick merciful death.

    Turning his attention back to the group of brigands he was met with a quickly approaching spear. Dodging it by hair breadths Luxta smiled as he grabbed the leg of the spearman and tore him from his saddle and slammed him to the ground. The man Luxta grabbed was old and bearded, probably done wrong by lords and men at arms probably as to why the soft old man resorted to this terrible work, but it didn't matter to Luxta, a quick death was his mercy. Putting his knee into the groin of the man Luxta reared back with his right arm and slammed it into the man's chest, crackles and snaps were the product. Turning his eyes to the man's right hand Luxta was surprised to find him still gripping the spear dutifully although he knew the man was no doubt dead. Tearing the crude device from the grip of the old man Luxta launched it at the nearest assailant, hitting him directly in the Adam's apple.

    After the slaughter of four of their companions the brigands reeled back in terror of the giant warrior. Luxta found that the guards had regrouped behind him ready to support in any way they could. "I grow too hungry for more slaughter," Luxta paused as he raised and pointed his sword to the sky,"To Valhalla!" The sky quickly grew dark and jolts of lightning struck Luxta's blade until it grew so bright everyone had turned away. After a few seconds Luxta lowered his blade to the brigands, in half a second they all looked back and saw Luxta smiling. In less time than a blink of an eye, each of the brigands were launched from their horses by tendrils of blue lightning.

    When the lightning finally stopped Luxta turned around to face the guards and the caravan master, knowing full well the brigands wouldn't be getting up. "What land is this? Morat, Bizaty maybe...... Gofam?" Luxta asked as he sheathed his sword and approached. All of the guards seemed very young, their leather armor was barely even worn and their weapons seemed freshly forged, the caravan master seemed the oldest and even he was young to be a trader, but they all seemed petrified. At his question they all looked at one another and pondered Luxta's words. The caravan master jumped down from his crates and set the bow down and approached Luxta. "Friend.... this is the land of Ariael. I've never heard of Moray, Bizaty, or Gofam.... are you alright? Lightning struck you and you didn't die!" The caravan master seemed very surprised by the events that had transpired, but hadn't everyone heard of Luxta Odinson, executioner of the Atlantean horde? "I am Luxta! Son of the All Father, it is my divine power that allows me to summon lightning, you can't tell me you hav-." Luxta paused as he remembered the response of the man. "Ariael.This... is my final journey." He mumbled, a tear rolled down his cheek as he looked to the blue sky. "Thank you All Father.... it has finally come."

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    Angelo walked the streets of the busy city. The white light of the street lamps that illuminated him was replaced by a neon purple light when he arrived at his destination. Although he knew where he was, he found it soothing to look at the large neon sign. He made many mistakes today, but this place was one of the things he was proud of.

    The club, Smooth, was placed in what had once been the slums of the city. Now it was a bustling area filled with wealth, promise, and diversity. He had spent most of his youth in this area and found his second family here. The once ever present violence had been replaced with smiles and a joy for the days to come.

    "Hey Mulatto, what's up man," a familiar voice called out "You should have said you would be in the neighborhood."

    Angelo took his eyes off the sign and greeted the bouncer with their signature handshake and a smile. The man was over six feet and looked like he was a defensive back for the bears. His dark skin and short cut hair made him an imposing figure under the neon lights. "Nothing much Bean," Angelo responded "Just came to get really fucked up and hear some good music. How is the family doing?"

    "They doing great man, Nikkie just started her first day of school a bit ago. Terra is also having fun with all the new income. You have to come by, Terra said she would make a buttermilk pie for you since you love it so much."

    "Tell her that I love her more that you ever will," Angelo said with a bright smile "Oh and is Smooth manning the bar tonight, I like having someone to listen to me when I'm messed up."

    "Get a damn woman already."

    "I tried man," Angelo said giving bean a parting embrace "I'm just not a good enough hero."

    After parting with Bean Angelo made his way inside the club. There was some New Orleans jazz being played live, and the place was packed with bodies dancing and having a good time. Angelo made his way through the crowd to the bar and leaned over the counter. "Hey barkeep," Angelo yelled "A man is thirsty over here, can he get some love."

    "You can wait till I'm...oh shit Mulatto," the barkeeper replied before coming over "Call a brother and let him know you in town. I would make sure you had a place ready."

    Angelo exchanged a different complex handshake that ended with the two of them patting each other on the back. "Since when have I ever needed to be treated special Smooth."

    "All the damn time," Smooth replied

    "You damn right. I need something from the second shelf that doesn't stop flowing and when you got time I need you to listen to my nonsense."

    Smooth rolled his eyes, but grabbed a bottle and a glass from behind him and gave them to Angelo. "I'll be back in a bit," Smooth said "Take it easy. Your moms would never forgive me if I let you get messed up and didn't look out for you. Find a seat and don't get into trouble."

    Angelo gave his friend an upward nod in affirmation before taking his drink and glass to a nearby table. Angelo smiled when he realized that Smooth had given him a whole bottle of Hennessy. Angelo poured a glass and quickly drank it down, enjoying the burn as he did so. After his second drink Smooth showed up and stopped him from drinking his third. "Have some class my man, that is not how you drink that," Smooth said as he took Angelo's drink and dumped it into a pitcher he had brought over "This is the punch royal, and is definitely what you are wanting if you are in this type of mood. Alright, so what's the story this time."

    Since way back when he was a kid, he and Smooth were family. No matter what happened they had each other, and were always there to back the other up if the need arose. It was for this reason that Smooth was his go to guy when it came to dealing with his various issues. Ever since he gained the abilities of the trickster, he had used Smooth and alcohol to deal with, and cover up, his powers worse side effect. After using his power Angelo becomes compelled to talk to anyone around him and tell the truth when he does. With Smooth, he doesn't get judged and his secret does not get out. The alcohol is a bonus to make what he is saying sound like the ramblings of a madman to anyone around who is listening. He has a mask, which can silence is voice, but it is not inconspicuous at all and there is no need for it now that he is the only trickster left in the world. It is for those reasons that his mask remains on his waist handing by a chain.

    "So yea," Angelo began after talking a drink of the punch "Damn that is amazing, holy crap. Anyway, back on track, I remade the world today. I had someone who believed I was capable of anything, and I proved her right. You actually introduced her to me. I though I would finally settle down and enjoy the rest of my days being a great magician, but I happened to meet another trickster and he ruined that whole plan. I fought with him, and he killed everyone I cared about. I got lucky by meeting the girl you introduced me to again while I was trying to heal myself from getting shot. It was hard as hell, but I finally got her to believe in me, and I as able to use her to kill the other trickster by resetting the world.

    I didn't realize what all I needed to declare when resetting the world, so my magic just followed my framework and then created the rest on its own. No one knows what I did, and they don't remember the various horrors that happened literally thirty minutes ago. There was a literal storm of fire, it was like the judgement day, and no one remembers it. Also because I was so unspecific, various events didn't happen in our past and now Aiyana is no longer in the city. I've been trying to find someone who believes you will find your true love, but people are so skeptical now a days. I really wish I had know how this would have gone down before I changed everything. This world still isn't as good as it should be. On a positive note, you finally got that club you dreamed about, and the gang is alive and doing well. I just realized I may have spiked the population with how many people I brought back from the dead. Fuck it, problems for later."

    Smooth grinned and nodded. He then poured a glass for himself, downed it, poured another, and downed that too. "I would say you were insane, but your moms taught me to believe you even when you talk crazy," Smooth explained "So instead I will say that your insane for rewriting the world. That is some next level evil shit."

    Angelo laughed before saying "I know, if people knew what I did I would for sure be the bad guy. In fact one of the main rules for our people was to not do shit like this. I hope there is not a being higher than me who regulates stuff like that. If there is one, they haven't done anything yet, so I think I'm good."

    "Ok ok ok, so what is a trickster anyway?"

    "From what I learned, we are..well I guess I am after all this, a being to maintain a sort of balance. What I'm balancing I don't know, but I was told that I am a kind of mirror to those around me. My powers are based on others, so I guess the mirror thing make a little sense. I guess if there are great powers of some kind, I am like a checks and balances to those powers. Now that I am saying this, I am realizing that there is probably some being above me, that I might have just pissed off."

    Angelo followed Smooth's example and chugged what was left of the pitcher. Smooth rolled his eyes at Angelo and got up from the table with the now empty drink containers. "I'll go get some more and we can talk about the many bombs you just dropped," Smooth declared.

    Moments after Smooth left a woman who seemed out of her mind drunk sat where Smooth had been. "That was a crazy story you just said," She stated with a little slurring "You should hear my story, it's way better than that. I come from a family of archaeologists and my grandpa told me about a book that could take you to other worlds. My dad said he found it, but it got stolen from him. It has been my goal to find that book since I was six. If you really did all that you said you did, getting that book should be easy. Please can you help me."

    Angelo looked at the woman with a shocked impression. It wasn't so much the boldness, nor what she said that stuck with him, it was something much smaller that seemed off to him. For some reason the woman's words had stopped slurring towards the end of the story. Angelo decided to chalk his feeling up to paranoia since he had just created a semi-perfect world. "Alright, since she believes the book is real I shouldn't have any problem making it appear," Angelo though and after a short moment an old book appeared in his hands. He went to place it in the woman's hands, but when he did it fell right through them.

    "What is going on," She asked "Is this some kind of trick?"

    "It's not a trick, it's just that you don't believe that this is the real book," Angelo explained "I was able to summon the book because you believe that it exist, that is why it is in my hand. The reason you can't hold it is because you don't believe that it is real. Until you do, you would be able to interact with it. Now that you have doubted, it will be really hard for you to actually change you belief, but if you can, here is the book you always wanted. Just to help you and prove I'm not lying, which I can't even do right now, here is some proof."

    Angelo tapped a passing club goer. "Sorry can you hold this book for a second," Angelo asked handing the book to the man "I am trying to prove a point to my friend over here."

    The man held the book, moved it around, and opened it . "So I just need to hold it," he asked?

    "Yea that is good enough, thank you" Angelo responded before taking the book back and putting it on the table in front of the woman "See, he never doubted that that was normal book, so he could interact with it. Now it should be much easier for you to believe that this is the book that you wanted."

    After a few failed tries and a bunch of nonsense meditation Angelo finally heard the woman yip as the touched to book for the first time. "I did it," the woman said "You have to see this." Angelo raised his head from where it had been resting on his arms and looked up to see the book opened in front of his face. The words swirled on the page creating a black hole of letters and symbols. "In the land of disorder you are it's balance," the woman said "Return the scale to it's proper position."

    Angelo felt like he was being pulled into the black hole of the book, but could not look away. "I know there is someone here who believe that I can look away from this book," Angelo said activating his power. His powers kicked in and he was able to look past the book to the woman behind it. Angelo was met by bright golden eyes and a smile. "Well damn," Angelo exclaimed "So there is a being above me., and it was a she." Angelo heard a chuckle and then a finger then pressed Angelo's head down and when Angelo's eyes met the book he found himself falling into it's pages.

    Angelo came to on top of a bed of hay. The smells of animals quickly over took him and he found himself laying with his head resting on a horse. The sun was also beating down on him which was a huge change from the night time he had previously been enjoying. He found that he had no hangover and felt over all quite well. The horse stirred as Angelo woke. "Hey girl," Angelo said calmly while petting the horse "Everything is fine, I am here to bring balance. What ever the fuck that means."

    "So what are you doing in my stable," a young woman dressed in fantasy story armor asked in a language Angelo did not understand?

    "Oh good she assumes that I know her language, which means," Angelo said to himself before activating his power and responding in her language "I just woke up here, so I guess the answer is that I have no clue."

    "Are you drunk mister?"

    "No, but that's not for lack of trying," Angelo responded with a friendly smile.
     
    Alaric sat in the cleared hall of the ruins, eating a flank of some animal that he had caught wandering through the upper levels earlier. "I don't understand," the young man who had accompanied him on his latest 'dive', as the adventurer's guild had called it, said as he sat next to the fire built from the detritus of a few smashed crates and barrels, "You're a fire mage right?"
    Alaric ripped off a bit of tender flesh, and chewed before swallowing it. "I am a mage, and through pacts I have developed a certain level of control over fire magic yes. If that makes me a fire mage, then so be it, but It might be a tad more accurate to instead state that I am a mage in the service of Aodh." The adventurer cleared his throat before reaching to the meal on the spit and ripping off a flank for his own dinner.
    "Okay, whatever, I never understood all those magic name thingies." He bit deeply into his meal and turned back to Alaric, addressing him with his mouth full of food. "Whah fdi fon unnersta is fwha-ooh cooda juh foasih aligh?" Alaric rolled his eyes.
    "Don't talk with your mouth full. And I couldn't because that's not how cooking works. Just because I can singe the flesh from bones, doesn't mean that you can cook things by shooting fire at them or burning them alive." Alaric and his companion finished their meal over discussions of what to find within the rest of the ruins. Whether there were likely to be traps, monsters, squatters, tortured souls cursed to wander the halls for eternity, rats, or other vermin. Delving didn't pay much, the thought being that you could sell your acquisitions for more than a patron could pay, but it was a craps shoot. You might find a trove of ancient and forgotten treasures and secrets, or you might wade through flesh-eating spiders and find a pile of rusted blades and armor. What he had found so far indicated that there might be good payoff here. Initial evidence suggested a library, and Alaric was excited to find what tomes might be contained within.
    Deeper, into the ruins the two journeyed, until they came across the main segment, a long corridor with a few discarded and worm-eaten books scattered about. Alaric walked about picking up the books and checking them for their condition.
    "Too aged and worm-riddled," he muttered as he picked up the first book, then casually tossed it aside, papers flying apart as the spine broke under the stress of travel. The next one squished in his hand an fell apart as he picked it up. The third was in good repair, a treatise on the movement of the stars and how they affected a person's chances of a successful date. "I'm sure someone will pay good money for this, oh hello!" Alaric caught a glimpse of an ebony bound book sitting on a pedestal nearby. "Now who in their right mind would leave YOU behind?" He picked up the book, running his hands along the cover looking for any defining features. "Fine workmanship on the wood, bound in brass, very elegant. No discernible name or title." He turned the book on its side and ran his fingers along the paper. "Very well cared for, this may not have been part of the original library...someone brought this here...very recently..." He opened the book and began to scan the pages, there were arcane symbols all over it, they pulled at him, drawing him in. There was a vague sense of unease as the world around him grew...foggy? With a start he realized the trap he had been drawn into and shut his eyes, and the book. He stood stock still, until his sense of self returned, carefully he opened his eyes. A forest? "First things first. he glared down at the page in his hand. "I don't know who put you there or where you were trying to take me, but I won't let you trick another person." Dropping the page Alaric took a few steps back, cast his unburned hand out towards the book, and reached for the familiar power of the planes of eternal fire. But there was nothing, no warmth, no power, no familiar sense of Aodh's realm. Alaric began to panic, this place, wherever he was, was devoid of magic! No, that's not entirely accurate, not devoid he could still feel the pulse of magic, even within him. Where was he? Why could he not feel the sources of his magic. Nervously he reached into the bag on his hip and pulled out a piece of burnt wood taken from the embers of his campfire last night. "First things first," He mused, "Find a river or stream, and follow it." He turned about listening carefully, before picking a random direction and walking towards it to try and find a landmark of some kind.
     
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    Zekes Liotre

    There wasn't even a dripping sound as the blood from his palm hit the floor, as the knife slid across his hand, forced the blood from his blade to drip down into the spell circle. There was a shimmer as the spell seal at his feet activated, sealing itself to his blood. With a light sigh, Zekes stepped back out of the circle as it activated, a pulse of spell based energy rippling forth from it's center. Sliding his gauntlet back on firmly, he slid the ceremonial dagger back into his belt sheath and positioned himself in the outer most ring of the circle.

    As the circle came to life, a demoness appeared within its center, her lithe, modelesque form was glistening from head to toe in sweat as the transition between the realms of the human world and hell left her in a state of slight temperature shock. Her pitch black hair shimmered slightly as she stretched her body, spreading her large crow wings wide, releasing a soft moan of enjoyment from being within the human world. Releasing a sigh, she took note of Zekes, and ran her fingertips across her form slowly, caressing her nude flesh.

    "What is your... desire... O Summoner..." the demoness spoke with a voice so silky it would have charmed a woman into giving up her newborn child to her.

    Zekes looked her over, nodding slightly before responding, his tone was dull, flat, and lacked any emotion. "I need you to die for me. Repeatedly. Painfully. I've toxins and methods of surgery to perfect. You'll be my test subject for the next week, starting now."

    Just as the demoness' eyes widened to the "request," Zekes knelt down and finished the spell circle, binding the pact he had already written.

    In most circumstances, a high level demon or demoness that was summoned, had to be bargained with. Zekes bypassed this rule, by simply forcing the contract of his own desire upon them. In this manner, not only did he force them to submit to his direct will, but they were also required to serve him as long as he so chose, and as many times as he chose.

    "You can't! You! You Bastard! How dare you!" the demoness shrieked as he forced the contract upon her flesh.

    Screaming aloud as the spell ripped into her form, the demoness writhed in pain, collapsing to the floor as her consciousness slipped away and she was rendered asleep.

    "As if I would give you a choice... you foul wench. What, did you expect me to bed you and then give you my soul... Hardly worth the payment if you ask me." Zekes spat coldly at her prone form.

    The necromancer knelt down beside her form, his fingertips fidgeting slightly, as the darkness in his eyes seemed to flare to life.

    "Time to get to work..." he muttered coldly as he slid his hands under her knees and neck, lifting her form from the floor, her wings trailed as he moved her to the examiners table he had set up.

    Dropping her onto it carefully, he turned her over onto her stomach, exposing her back, spreading her wings out fully, he opened the door to his laboratory, ushering in his servant scribe.

    "Take notes as I speak and preform my work, Only what happens, leave out any emotion, or judgement. This creature is not human, and is of a race that exceeds evil and heartlessness far beyond that which men do. I am licensed and requested to do this by the kings of all civilized nations that we know of. I do not do this with anger, or to satisfy a sick craving as others might, I do this simply in the pursuit of science and information." Zekes spoke coldly to his scribe.

    He turned back to his subject as the silent scribe hurriedly entered the room. The scribe had to be no more than teenager themselves, but Zekes hardly cared. So long as they did as they were hired to, he would use the same scribe through their entire life, however, long or short that might be. Taking up one of the many thin blades beside his work table, Zekes began to examine the demoness' wings.

    "Feathers, rather than the leathery type that were used to. This could mark the seventh level demoness' as the prophesized "Fallen ones." I will now be removing the feathers of her left wing to examine the structure beneath." Zekes explained as he ran his fingertips across the wing.

    There was a ruffle as the flesh of her wing shed the feathers, they slid off much like leaves sliding beneath a rake. Zekes brushed them away carefully with his free hand, grasping the peak of the wing, he gave it a gentle shake as his spell caused the pores that held her feathers in place to open wider, dropping them without loss of blood. Zekes nodded slowly, looking over the feathers as they dropped.

    "There are pin feathers, much like that of a bird. The fleshy tissues holding them are similar as well, though the pores are far deeper and much more tightly interwoven. She has twice as many, if not three times as many feathers as I expected. In addition, they are interlocked in a way that denotes the possibility of intelligent evolution, as to create the affect of armor as the feathers grow in. I will now be examining the tissues beneath the dermal layer of her wing by flaying the skin away." Zekes explained to the scribe, who was writing at a steady pace, their eyes transfixed on the elder necromancer.

    Zekes next motion was accompanied by a series of mutterings, spells to manipulate the flesh. He caused the skin to split from the tip of her wing, all the way back to where it's joint met with her back, and begin to peel away. There was no blood lost from this, but the capillaries shriveled and sealed as Zekes manipulated her skin away from her pulmonary system and her muscles. Drawing his fingertips along the build of her muscles, he nodded slowly.

    "As expected, her muscle structure is similar once more to a birds. I expect the bones to be hollow, but for now, we shall see how the muscles react to stimulus." Zekes said slowly.

    First, Zekes took the scalpel already in his hands and ran its blade gently against the muscle structure, just barely damaging the outer most tissues. He watched for any changes, explaining aloud as he did to his assistant each change he noted, though there were few. After testing along this route for some time, he shifted to electricity, using a stored stone that one of his allied necromancers had lent him, he inserted several needles into the muscle structure and administered several thousand volts of electricity. He watched as the muscle structure decayed, as it wrenched off of the bone and then fried into charred material.

    "Vulnerable to Electrical damage. Interesting. The feathers must shield the muscle structure from electrical damage, as we've watched Templars fight them with just that sort of attack in the past." Zekes noted curiously.

    It would take the necromancer several hours to finish all of the details of his report, he tested every chemical, every attack type, every spell he could think of. From frost, to fire, and everything between to find out exactly what damaged the particular species of demon. With a careful administration to each part of the wing alone, Zekes tested the structure of the demoness until he was satisfied. After carefully removing each of the wings, he proceeded with the rest of his dissection of the creature, working on each aspect of it's body from the toes to the head, slicing her open as her heart still beat, carefully manipulating her blood to prevent loss and to keep her alive through his experimentation. It was not until he damaged her heart that her life essence ebbed to the point he had to restore her form.

    "Why would you return her to form master?" the scribe asked him curiously, her squeaking voice cracking slightly after having been silent for so long.

    Zekes paused, he had never punished anyone for being curious, nor had he ever scorned ignorance or those less educated. Instead, he tended to educate them, so that they might not make mistakes in the future. "I made a deal with her, a pact, it was how she was summoned. The deal states, If she is to die, I shall restore her to life as many times as is necessary until my work with her is complete. If I were to back out of the pact, I would lose my own soul, damned as it already is, and I've no desire to lose it quite yet."

    The scribe nodded slowly, her curious eyes were all Zekes could see of her, even though they were behind a veil. This was the way of things, the identity of the scribes was kept hidden, so that the demons brought in were unaware of the identity of those weak enough to be preyed upon in the room. They were ordered not to speak to the demons, under any circumstances, and to keep any speaking to a minimum. The fact this scribe had spoken at all showed Zekes that she had not yet been fully broken to the status she held. He regarded that as positive trait though, and made a mental note to continue to watch her growth over the years.

    "Time to begin again, unless you've need of food or water?" Zekes asked politely to the scribe.

    She seemed hesitant, and that was all that Zekes required, "Never mind, We'll eat first. You are not yet used to my pace of things. Come." He motioned to the demoness, who woke instantly, gasping for breath, "You too, come along. We'll all have something to eat, then we'll resume."

    The demoness sat up on the table, her fingertips tracing over herself, she looked for any signs of injury, fear in her eyes, "What... did you do to me?" her voice came out in an almost stammer, showing true fear. "I had nightmares... Demons don't have nightmares... we don't even dream... but I was dreaming, that you were dissecting me..."

    Zekes smiled, and turned back to her slightly, "I was. I found a great deal out about your kind. I'm a researcher you see. A demonancer primarily, But I'm writing a book on your kind, I'm going to summon every type of demon that exists, dissect all of you, find out what makes you tick, and what makes you stop... ticking... and then I'm going to publish the book, and spread the knowledge as far and wide as is possible, so that my species can kill yours with impunity." he said without showing a hint of emotion beyond the slight amusement he already had.

    The demoness visibly shuddered, she crossed her arms over her chest, feeling quite naked to this man, and then, for the first time, she noticed the scribe, her eyes looking the figure of the scribe over carefully. She released a sigh, and shook her head, realization dawning upon her as to who had summoned her.

    "Zekes Liotre... Master of the Fallen Tower..." She spat at hardly a mutter, her tone held enough acid that it might have melted through her own tongue had it been anything besides words.

    Nodding, Zekes smiled lightly, "Good, you know who I am. So you know how futile it would be to resist, and what happens if you threaten me, or my scribe. I assume you saw the remains of Beraghast the Violent after I was through with him. He was one that laid a single hand upon one of my scribes... and that was one I disliked. My new scribe has proven to be most excellent truth be told..."

    There was a not so empty threat in Zekes statement and the demoness nodded in reply, "I'll not harm her. I know better..." the demoness' voice was all but a shuddering sigh at this point.

    With another nod, Zekes turned away from her, "Good, good. I'm glad we understand one another. Dress yourself, I know your capable of that much. Then follow my path to the dining room." he explained.

    Zekes paused as he had turned, something had caught his eye. There, upon one of his tables, was a tome, one he had not seen before, and more still, it was not something he would have kept in the exam room. "Scribe, is that yours?" he asked, motioning to the book.

    Shaking her head, the scribe, replied, "Not one of mine sir."

    Zekes felt oddly drawn to the book, he reached out towards it, his gaze stuck upon it. His fingertips graced the cover of it carefully and he felt an odd shiver from himself, as though touching a magical artifact. He closed his eyes, reopening them, he activated his Godborne eye, pure darkness shimmering from the orb that had long since been robbed from him.

    "Demoness, Should anything occur that I am no longer within my proper faculties, you are to serve the Scribe her and protect her with your existence until my return to proper self. You shall be dismissed only by her, and shall keep her from harm at the cost of your own damned existence. The suffix is activated by your own summoning initially, however, by my words now, the binding to her is completed." Zekes said coldly as he probed the book for its details with his godborne eye's power.

    The demoness groaned and looked to the scribe, who despite the veil, was visibly shaken by the words Zekes spoke.

    Taking the book in his hands, Zekes opened its pages, and sucked in a gasp of breath, "Oh gods... No..." he muttered before the tome's effect activated, drawing him in.

    The demoness and the scribe stood there, stunned and speechless, staring at the place Zekes Liotre, Master of the Fallen Tower, had stood only a moment before.

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    With a groan, Zekes awoke somewhere cold, and dark. He had no idea how long he had been unconscious, let alone where he was. Pushing himself into a sitting position, he looked about the space he was in. By his reckoning, it was a five by five prison cell, with little besides a small pile of straw to lay upon, a hole in a corner to defecate in, and a single, very small hole with what looked like a crystal covering it in the ceiling, probably a portal for light. Besides the litter of straw and himself, All that was in the cell was a single page of the book he had found. Zekes took it up and slid it into his underclothes for safekeeping. Zekes frowned, and sighed. It had been a long time since he had been imprisoned, but not so long that he had any fantasies about spending more than a few moments there. Reaching into the cuff at his ankle, he drew out his lockpicks and a vial of acid, pushing himself off the floor, he moved to start working on the doors locks, but to his honest surprise, he found that it was unlocked. Pausing for a moment, he replaced lockpicks and the acid in his cuff and tugged the door open carefully. He found a long hallway, and a sleeping guard at the far end of it.

    Releasing a slight sigh he began striding towards the guard rapidly. He'd played this game before, and had no desire to slow things down once they got started, so he started his escape in earnest. Zekes was upon the guard before he could fully awaken, his hand pressed into his face, droplets of his own blood seeping out of his gloves as he used his Actuate blood ability to begin the control mechanism. There was a slight twinge, one that Zekes was unused to as his powers struggled to manifest. He grunted and used a bit more power, barely able to draw upon the power required for the spell, he pulled back with a slight gasp.

    "Guard, tell me, where am I. If you don't tell me what I want to know your left arm will explode, starting at your smallest finger." Zekes growled out.

    The guard, for his credit, did as was expected, "I ain't telling you a damn thing, how did you get out of your- AH!!!" He screamed as his pinky finger exploded, the blood inside shearing his flesh away painfully.

    Zekes sighed as the guard shook his head, "No, I'll not tell you a thing, Get back in your- AH!!!! IT HURTS!!!" he screamed as within a few moments, all that remained of his hand was his bones, hanging there skeletally.

    Kneeling down beside the guard, who had keeled over in pain, Zekes took the damaged hand in his own, and using a bit more of his power, began to mend the damaged flesh.

    "I'll explain this simply, as I'm sure your screams have attracted others. I can be gentle when there is a need..." he muttered as the guards hand returned fully to its orginal state, "Or I can be cruel." He growled out, twisting the mans arm around with the influence of Actuate Flesh, Blood, and Bone, tearing the mans arm apart from the tips of his fingers, all the way back to his shoulder.

    The guard screamed in pain as his blood sprayed across the hall, flesh and bone scattering across the floor as the blood made a streak up the wall. Zekes forced the wound to close at the mans shoulder, having purged all of the damaged bone from his shoulder, he sealed the wound seamlessly. At that point, no healer of any realm would ever be able to mend the damage he had caused. Zekes grinned wickedly.

    "I wanted you to know, You've chosen the cruel route for everyone that's on their way to arrest me now." Zekes bellowed at him furiously.

    He had no idea where he was, but he knew now that there were men of flesh and blood there, and as long as a being had flesh, blood, and bone, Zekes could kill them. As long as a creature had a soul, Zekes could bring them agony and pain. As the other guards entered the room, Zekes stepped back from the guard, and waited for the last of the men, who had swords and crossbows drawn, ready to strike him down.

    "Place your hands above your head, and get down on your knees prisoner!" the guard captain, who was at the back of the group shouted.

    With a frown, the necromancer shook his head, "No." he said simply.

    There was a moment, no more, as Zekes power came into play, the chunks of flesh and bone, the droplets of blood, exploded into the guards who had assembled in the room, sending a wave of gore and death out into the room, slaughtering the other guards. Armor did little to stop this assault, as Zekes didn't need accuracy to inflict maximum damage to the close quarters guards. He stepped through the blood and gore, making his way down the hall, towards what he could on assume was the barracks. Behind him, the blood, and gore drained itself into a floating orb of deep red, filled with shards of bone and flesh. Zekes continued to channel the spell that was his ultimate weapon. The flesh, blood, and bones of all of the guards gathered into a single orb and began to condense, moving to follow after Zekes as he walked down the hallway, shedding the clothing and armor the guards had once worn, into a clean pile on the ground.

    "Time to find the king of the castle, and bring his world crashing down around him..." Zekes muttered coldly as he wandered down the hallway towards the nearest living souls. In his wake, the souls of the guards followed behind him, now fueling his powers even more.
     
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    Balfnaught sat alone in his palace deep below the Earth’s surface. He had connected himself to the world around him, and was passing the time in his usual way: watching. Humans fascinated him in many ways. How could they be so dull yet so vibrant? So short-lived yet so wise?

    “Yes”, Balfnaught thought to himself “Humans are truly amusing, a pity they live so briefly”. In the early years of the planet he had befriended many, walking among them in his human form, not as a dragon. He had lived with them for decades, and his “friends” loved him like a brother.

    It surprised him when he realised he couldn’t even remember their names anymore. He shrugged, and moved on, the matter forgotten.

    Suddenly, something new! Something unseen and unheard of before! This had not happened since the Flame Queen had descended from the sky and challenged him to battle! He hoped that this would have a better outcome for him though, as his victory had come at a terrible cost.

    The never-before-seen item in question was a nondescript book. Its plain appearance excited Balfnaught even more. How could something so ordinary feel so out of place in the world! He wanted it. He needed it. He required it. Suddenly it was in his hands, as if it had teleported.

    Curiosity burning in his mind, be opened the book and began to read. Slowly, he started to feel strange, as if he was being taken somewhere, and then he was sure. The book expanded and suddenly his whole world was the book and then he was moving and then he was still again and everything was wrong.

    As far as he could tell, he had been brought to… a forest? Yes, a forest. Balfnaught collapsed to the ground, his stomach heaving. Everything was wrong, it was wrong! Why was the world so strange? He and his planet were so connected they were practically one entity! Here there was so much… discord! There was only one explanation: This was not his world! The book had transported him!

    He felt strange in other ways too. He felt that the physical laws were different here, and he would not be able to change them with his will like in his world. Some were the same but… different, like they had been translated into another language. Some laws had been added, and some were just gone.

    He came to a realisation: For the first time in his life, he had been weakened. His power had been drastically reduced. Then, something very strange happened: he started to laugh. Uproariously.

    “Oh, I get it. I was bored. I didn’t realise it because I never knew any different. I was bored being invincible. I was bored being unbeatable. Now things are different. Now I’m weaker. SO WHAT!” he roared at the sky, his power radiating out and flattening the trees around him. “What kind of dragon would I be if I ran from a challenge? It doesn’t matter how weak I am. I will always be the strongest!”

    Balfnaught sat down, and tried to connect to this alien world, as he had done with his home world not too long ago. If he could grow more used to this new planet, he would be able to command its primordial forces like he could with his home. Perhaps not to the same extent, but he could still shake the heavens!

    “Whoever wrote that book is a dead man", he muttered quietly to himself. "No one does anything to me against my will. No one."
     
    Arachnos

    War was a typical, it was a daily ritual on the Planes of Slaughter.

    Arachnos, the Great Apocalypse sat up quickly as the sun rose, light being shed upon all of the gore around him. A thousand enemies felled by his hand the day prior, he now needed only a few more to reach his ascendancy once more. He had played a long game with the other gods. Keiros, the god of Chaos, Ordos, the god of order, Aeros, the god of creation, and he, Arachnos, the god of Destruction. Arachnos had made a bargain with the other gods. If he could kill five hundred thousand beings with his own physical might, without the divine power of the gods, within a set period of time, he would gain greater power, the power to destroy entire subsection of dimensional space. However, if he could not, all but the lowest of his powers would be stripped from him. Arachnos was close, only a few more beings needed to die. The comedy of it all, was that Arachnos had agreed to do this on a planet with a very small population, and unknown to him, the entire population of the planet didn't even make up five hundred thousand, it was short that number by a small amount. Ignorant as he was, when he entered the pact, he had no clue it was a losing one from the start. He pushed himself up, and shouldered his great axe. The weapon was as long as he was tall, and another head, its beard came down to near his second grip on the lower half of the pole.

    Pausing, he realized he lacked any direction. He had made sure to kill everyone in the field around him. A thousand men had assaulted him, revenge for the butchering of their women and children. Now he stood on a barren world, with nothing left to kill. He wondered at that moment why Aeros had been so ready to sacrifice the planet upon which he stood. Arachnos almost took a step forward, when something fell out of the sky, and struck him in the head. Spinning, he cut it in half with his axe as it fell to the ground. Stooping to collect what remained, he found he had sliced a book in half. It had fallen from nothingness as far as he understood, so he took up the two halves, setting down his axe, he sat down and flipped through the pages of the book, skimming its words slowly. He felt the overpowering pull of the books spell, but as he was a divine god, he ignored it for the time being, knowing that it wouldn't be able to force him in. He paused after a while, and sighed, taking the two fragments into his hands.

    "I can't read this language... at all..." he muttered aloud. There was a momentary pause, followed by a grin.

    "Books mean people... people mean killing... killing means I can still win..." He muttered slowly, "Alright! Book, Do your stuff!" he shouted gleefully, holding half of the book in each hand.

    The book began to draw him in, one hand into each fragment of the book. Arachnos looked pleased at first, then frowned, "Uh oh..."

    The book got to the point it had drawn both of his arms in, and his torso remained. Arachnos roared in pain as it began to pull him apart, there was a splitting sound as the book ripped him bodily in half. Arachnos' form split as though there was a seam in his body, letting him fall into the pages of the ominous book. His axe lay left behind as the book vanished with him, only a pile of gore remaining where Arachnos had stood moments before.

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    Falling, Arachnos realized he was no longer split in half. He laughed hysterically, as he looked down. Beneath him was a village. Arachnos fell plummeting towards it. As he strained to keep his eyes focused due to the wind whipping past, he could make out tents. He grinned.

    "Targets..." He growled out, as he began to laugh.

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    Beneath Arachnos, in the great tent of Warlord Arfus Bladurk, the warlord was busying himself with his favorite slave. The girl had resisted him at first, but now, after the many times he had taken her, she had little fight left. So it was needless to say that he was quite shocked as Arachnos fell through the roof of his tent, laughing hysterically as he fell upon the litter of pillows beside him and his slave.

    "Who in the bloody fuck are you?!" He roared at Arachnos as the god of destruction laid back, laughing through pained breaths.

    "Pain... By me, it has been quite a long time since I've felt pain." Arachnos said with a grin and a chuckle.

    "You'll be feeling more if ye don't explain yerself right now!" Arfus roared at him.

    Arachnos frowned at him, and reached over to him, breaking his neck, he shoved him off of the litter of pillows, "That's who the bloody fuck I am. You disgusting savage. How dare you speak to me with such an insolent tone." he growled out as the dead warlords corpse shuddered in its last few moments of electrical discharge.

    Giving the body a kick, he looked to the young woman who laid there, chained, watching the exchange, "Don't suppose you have any idea who I am do you?" Arachnos asked nonchalantly.

    Shaking her head, as she was still catching her breath, she pulled herself up, looking to Arfus' corpse, then back to Arachnos, "Our new warlord?" she asked.

    With a slight nod, Arachnos frowned thoughtfully, "Beside that, I'm the god of destruction. But warlord sounds fun. God Warlord Arachnos... Lord of Destruction! How about that?" He asked with an exuberant tone and a wide, mirthful grin.

    The slave girl nodded, mostly for fear that disagreeing with her might land her the same fate as Arfus.

    Arachnos nodded to her, and smiled, "Good... Good. Now then... What am I warlord of?" He asked her, pushing himself into a seated position.

    Pausing, the young woman glanced down at Arfus one last time, before clearing her throat, "If you would, my lord, I'll explain as best I know, what the late Arfus Bladurk considered to be his domain, that you might master it and take it as your own."

    Arachnos nodded at her, bidding her to continue, "Please. Do tell."

    She would spend several hours explaining his new domain to him, and Arachnos would begin to figure out how the minds of the people of this world, of this plane of existence, thought and worked. Listening to her speak, Arachnos would learn all about the surrounding countryside, and who he needed to slaughter to reign supreme. For now, Arachnos would become the ruler of this world, just before he extinguished all life upon it...

    Meanwhile, as he sat there and listened, the page of the book that was his, floated down into his lap. He glanced at it, and without thought, tore it to pieces and devoured it angrily. The slave girl paused, mid sentence, observing his savagery. She shuddered slightly, and he shrugged disarmingly, "It's a long story." he explained as he swallowed the page. She nodded, and continued to explain his territories to him.
     
    Caclifer-

    Since the spell had been cast Calcifer rested in his room. The spell used was very taxing and he only hoped that it proved great results. He had tried a locate spell on many of the magic users left but those who managed to escape Ariael territory were out of the magic claws of the sorcerer unless he left the kingdom himself in pursuit. There was very few left he had already devoured the great magic users of that realm the rest seemed a waste of time to go after. He could only hope that calling whatever strong magic users in the universe into his territory would be worth devouring.

    The late king was a magic user but was no match against the great sorcerer. Outside the palace they thought the royal family dead as they watched their king die at the hands of Calcifer leading them to bow and serve him. Nothing else was heard of the family and so most assumed they died as well. The queen was locked away in Calcifer's chambers strictly used for pleasure. The son and heir to the throne was killed after he made many pathetic attempts of escape that last being attempted murder upon Ashton, Calcifer's servant. The last of the royal family was the eight year old princess stripped of her title and forced to work as a servant girl.

    "Korah, don't by shy my darling... come here.... join me...." Calcifer beckoned to the late queen of Ariael. Korah narrowed her eyes at him but knew better than to keep him waiting let alone disobey. Dressed in nothing but purple lace and her wrists adorned with shackles made her way to her master. He could only laugh at her displeasure and hostile look from her bewitching green eyes that stood out when her raven black hair fell in front of her face.

    "Now now... don't look at me that way...." he cooed and when she was in hands reach he grabbed her shackles and pulled her in close for a deep kiss before he stood from the bed and backhanded her hard across the face making her fall to the floor "you should know better...." he growled leaving her curled on the floor in fear as she rubbed the sting out of her cheek.

    A long thin sigh escaped Calcifer's lips as he grabbed his staff and looked himself over in the mirror "the time of rest is over.... that spell should have brought some magic users....." he paused in his thought out loud as a soft knock upon his chamber's door interrupted. "Enter!" He called and turned to face the door.

    The door slowly opened and there stood before him was the late princess Lilith, her eyes green like her mother's but with specs of gold the glinted in candle light. Her hair was auburn like her father's and held a slight curly wave that spilled over her shoulders. Dirt was on the child's face from being unable to bathe in weeks and her servant's dress was nothing more than tattered cloth that barely kept her covered. 'what a fine woman she will come to be.' Calcifer thought to himself upon seeing her in the doorway.

    'hmmm' for a small moment the crystal in his staff glowed and Calcifer could sense strong magic in use and close by.

    "you summoned me my lord?" The child asked her voice use to be bright and cheery and couldn't brighten the darkest of nights. Now her voice was either cold sounding or held little emotion at all. It fascinated Calcifer that even at a young age she had control over her emotions. She didn't dare cry in front of this new cruel king, not even witnessing her father's death.

    "Ah... Yes Lilith...." He began before a guard ran up from behind her shoving the child out of the way "My lord... there's trouble in the dungeons... a spellcaster..." He began before Calcifer cut him off. "Say no more... " he said and walked towards the door beckoning the guard to follow.

    Lilith looked down at her mother saddened and furious for what Calcifer was doing to her. "Come Lilith." Calcifer beckoned the child. She sighed and shut the door turning to follow.

    The three headed to the throne room once there Calcifer began his instruction. "If it is indeed magic user do not engage." he told the guard and then looked down at Lilith "Find Ashton and inform him, I believe he was in the....."

    "I last saw him in the gardens my lord...." Lilith stated.

    Calcifer glared and moved his hand striking her with his staff. The child screamed as she flew back a few feet rolling across the floor blood on her head. She looked up at him with a cold glare. "do not interrupt me." Calcifer growled at her. "Know your place child... now Go!" He yelled.

    Lilith scrabbled to her feet and ran out of the throne room and down a couple of hallways where she ran right into Zekes.

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    Zekes Liotre

    If there had been shock left in the old Necromancer, Zekes would have shown it then. He grasped Lilith by the face and stopped her movements, his Actuate blood spell working into her, he let his fingertips slip away from her. He kept her mouth sealed shut for several moments and kneeled down, coming eye to eye with her. He knew from long experience that children tended to be far more pliable with gentle pushing, rather than force.

    "Tell me child, Who is the king of this castle?" Zekes asked as softly as his hoarse voice could.

    He raised his fingertips to her lips, tapping them gently to show that he was controlling her, to signal he had silenced her and the most she could do was whisper. He lessened the spells grip, releasing the hold upon her larynx and lips.

    "Speak softly, I've no desire to butcher another group of guards." Zekes said quietly to her.

    Staring at him in shock and surprise, Lilith tried to control her breathing, but found it controlled for her, "Calcifer, Bastard has my mother chained, he butchered my family. Do you plan to kill him?" Lilith asked hopefully.

    With a frown, the old necromancer looked her over, "I'm unsure, I take it you're of the royal bloodline then... and this Calcifer is a usurper... Politics... I've no desire to be caught in the middle of your families affair, I'm sure he's some uncle of yours or some such drivel. Your fathers brother I'm sure." Zekes said scornfully, "But kill him, I'm not sure, what's in it for me?" he asked her in mock curiosity.

    If she could have, Lilith would have frowned in dismay, and annoyance, instead she hissed out, "You're just like all the rest, aren't you. A money hungry mercenary! I've nothing to give you, but If you were to free my mother, I'm sure she would reward you well enough that even you wouldn't turn your nose up at it."

    With a snort, the old necromancer released a light laugh, "I'm sure. However, wealth isn't quite what I typically charge." He explained, motioning to her, he released the binds on her form, "Now run along. I've got to go meet this king of yours, and see if he's a threat to my studies, or if he'll leave me in peace."

    "He won't, he'll hunt you, and steal your power, and when he's done, he'll kill you!" Lilith all but shrieked out, "Kill him, and our whole realm will know peace! How can you not know about him? Everyone who uses magic in this realm does!"

    Frowning slightly, "Realm... You've used that word twice now... The issue is, I don't think I'm part of your realm little one." Zekes explained himself slightly to her.

    Lilith's face dropped slightly and she looked down at the floor, "How do you not know where you are?"

    Zekes shrugged, "It isn't the first time... But how about you and I play a little joke on this Calcifer... Can you get in physical contact with him?" Zekes asked her slyly.

    "Probably... but he'd hit me... maybe even kill me." Lilith muttered, "My mother would be able to more easily."

    Zekes shook his head, "Death isn't an issue, I can fix that. All you need to do, is press your hand against his skin, with a little of my blood on it, and it will do all I need it to. He won't see the blood, it'll disappear." Zekes explained.

    Lilith shuddered, and reached up to her own head, where she bled. Yet, she felt no moisture, no damage anymore, the blood was gone, "How?" she muttered, unable to connect the dots quite yet.

    "Blood, it's one of the things I manipulate quite well. Repairing a cut, and a concussion, isn't very hard. You'll be fine little one. Just take this, and press it against this Calcifer's skin, and then he and I will have a nice little chat..." Zekes explained, offering her a small blood orb.

    Lilith took the orb and frowned, "Just touch him with it?" she asked.

    With a nod, Zekes smiled, children tended to be easy to manipulate, though this girl showed the guile he might need to actually pull off killing the imposter king and tipping the kingdom itself into a state of chaos bad enough he could escape the castle he was still within.

    "That, or get it to your mother, if she's able to come in contact with him easily, you could use that to your advantage." He coaxed, if he was able to place the same spell on the soon to be re-throned Queen, it would put him in a better position later, perhaps even give him the evidence point to be able to gain temporary Duke status, or if he wanted to push his luck, Reagent Advisor.

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    NPC- Knox and Lotus

    "I'm tired of all this rain...." Knox grumbled beneath his breath as the storm showed its rage in bright flashes of lightening and loud claps of thunder. He looked back to his partner taking in every curve and her long soaked blonde hair. He gave a soft smile her name was Lotus and she was his partner in crime. They were both mercenaries in that region and were rumored to have even taken down entire ships.

    "It's not that bad" Lotus told the rugged middle aged man whose cloak was drenched from the pouring rain.

    "well....." when a loud thud and a sudden drop to the ground Knox was knocked back and staring at a huge building that seemed to appear out of nowhere. "What in the bloody hell was that?!" Knox bellowed out clearly angered by the intrusion of such building.

    Lotus would have laughed at her partner if it weren't for the fact a building literally just appeared before their eyes. "magic.... here?" she whispered a bit unsure. "Impossible... all of them have been killed... or fled... who in their right mind would come here?" She wondered and walked around the side of the building.

    "Lotus....wait... don't!" Knox called running after the woman but it was too late.

    The woman found the door and loudly knocked on it. Both excitement and curiosity filled the woman as she wondered what laid on the other side of the door... or rather who.

    Knox came and stood next to her and looked over the door and building "this building... it's not one of ours... there is no structure like this in Ariael...." he whispered to her and drew his dagger from its sheath on his belt.

    "if it's a magic user I doubt a blade will help us now..."

    "help?! Maybe he can stop Calcifer!"

    Lotus shook her head "now wouldn't that be a sight." she whispered and knocked on the door again lest her first knock not be heard due to loud thunder.

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    "Murkle damned.... Oi heard yew knock the first time!" Flint shouted, making his way to the front of his forge, his runed hammer in hand. A moment later, the door burst outward, to reveal a rather annoyed looking, soot covered dwarf. "What in Grungni's steel plated arse do yew want?!" The dwarf barked, clearly not impressed by the sight of the two soaked humans. Especially the male wielding a rather pathetic dagger.
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    With a huff, Flint crossed his arms, an impatient look on his bearded face.     "Put that toothpick away before you hurt yerself, before I plant me boot up yer arse... Now explain what in the nine hells do ye want, before oi get angry... Oi've got allota of werk to git done..."

    Several more seconds of silence ensued before he finally stepped to the side to allow the two manlings entrance. "Go on now... Git inside an dry off. An quit starin damnit! It's like ye nevar seen a dwarf before..." Flint continued, in his barking tone. Upon entrance of the forge, Flint couldn't help but smirk at the looks of awe on the two human's faces.

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    "Now... WHAT THE FECK DO YEW WANT YA BLEEDIN' MILKSOPS?!"

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    NPC- Captain Shawn and Crew of the Blue Merle Ship

    "MAN OVERBOARD!" Came the roaring shout over the beating sound of rain and loud claps of thunder as the sturdy blue Merle ship tossed to and fro from the crashing waves. This wasn't a violent storm but a storm nonetheless, most of the crew seemed relaxed until the call came. All eyes then went to the angry waters in search for what the lookout saw.

    Sharp eyes took noticed "Starboard side!" The lookout called pointing out to where he had seen a figure fall from the sky. He looked up curious to where this person could have fallen from.

    After much effort of trying to get the man into the ship one of the crew decided to tie a rope around his waist and jump overboard. Swimming out to the figure who he saw a man took hold of him and brought him aboard. As he got onto the deck the man remained on his hands and knees heaving for air before taking the rope off of himself.

    Captain Shawn stepped forward giving time for this newcomer to compose himself. The first mate stood next to the captain and whispered to him "his clothes.... I've never seen anything like it."

    Shawn simply nodded in response to his first mate's observation or rather concern. "Tell us... who y're, and what manner of existence y'come from.... whether y'be a god kicked out of heaven or 'haps a demon to condemn?" The captain's tone grew darker at the last bit and all of the men moved away from the stranger in fear. god or demon neither looked good especially when no gods seemed to exist or at least seemed to care of the affairs of humans.

    All the men waited for the stranger that fell from the sky to give answer.

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    Khoas Varsh-

    Khaos didn't waste time to see what the odd looking creature would do before scrambling to his feet and bolting out of the area weaving in and out of the trees "Where the hell am I" he gasped out as slowed to a fast walking pace. He looked around carefully calming his breathing and himself. He cleared his throat and stopped a moment to check himself.

    "hmmm..." his hand reached and took off his top hat to inspect it. "Rune cards...." he sighed in relief before looking over the roses ever so carefully and gingerly "Pandora... are you there" he cooed. Seeing the top rose move ever so slightly "can you see?" he asked. The two bottom roses slightly opened before closing again and the fairy flew out of the rose and grew to be 4ft tall as she took in the sensation of this new world.

    "We are in a forest?" she questioned

    "Indeed." Khaos answered and placed the hat securely on his head. The only item that didn't follow him was his cane but that was more for looks than anything useful.

    He continued to walk while the fairy flew behind him curiosity burning inside she kept the rose eyes opened the entire time wanting to drink in the scenes of the new world. "there!" she pointed ahead seeing a figure in the distance.

    Khaos chuckled "let's see what fun is to be had." he whispered.

    Pandora looked towards him and simply sighed "may I inspect?" she asked.

    Khaos nodded "very well." he stated.

    The fairy changed to her smaller self and flew fast towards the figure and noted the look of the curves and could tell it was female. Even without her eyes she still had better sense than a normal blind person thanks to magic. She flew closer to have a better look at who and what this woman was and perhaps figure out where they were.

    Carefully and quietly Pandora moved close behind the woman keeping out of her peripheral vision. Still ever so curious she reached out her small hand to touch the woman's hair to see what it felt like and if the woman was human.

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    NPC- Lotus and Knox

    Lotus and Knox both gasped and stepped back as the door opened and behold a.... midget? stood before them. The two looked at each other before gawking back at the dwarf.

    The mercenaries found it hard to to keep from laughing at the cute little threats. "By god.... they do exist... midgets... here in our region...." Knox gave a laugh until Lotus hit him hard in the stomach.

    "Don't be rude." she Chided him.

    The two entered and pulled down their hoods glad to be out of the rain. Lotus looked around the forge "are you a blacksmith?" she asked curious it was something she had never seen at any blacksmith around here.

    "A spellcaster?" Knox inquired his tone grew serious now. "Your building... it came out of nowhere.... I grew up in Azide I could navigate the seaport blindfolded.... and there never was a building here before." He accused.

    Lotus looked from her partner to the dwarf with a questioning look now "dwarf? Is that what the midgets call themselves these days?" She asked

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    "What the feck is a midget?" Flint mumbled before setting to back to work on the Lambent glowing blade. Shaking his head in annoyance, he kept most his focus on the task before him. "To answer both of yer questions, Io'm a Runesmith." He said dry fitting the blade, before final assembly. "Oi 'ave a feelin oi'm not in the mountain kingdom of Hammerstone, am Oi?" He asked, only to grind his teeth a moment later when called a midget once again, drifting a hole in the pommel with a hammer strike, harder than necessary.
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    Spinning to face the two, he pointed the now completed weapon at the female.     "Call me a midget one more time, and oi'll test the enchantment on this blade on ye... I.. Am... A... Fecking Dwarf... Not some Gnome or Halfling Feck..." The stout bearded being growled, his tone cold enough to lower the temperature of the hot forge. Straightening himself up, the stout man stood to his full height of 4'4", his braided beard, slapping against his apron.

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    Arachnos

    It took Arachnos minutes to organize the barbarians and bandits of Ariael. Bringing them under his own influence was simple. He placated them with utter violence. The first generals and lieutenants to challenge him, he simply broke with his bare hands. It was minutes before he was organizing them for war. While many groaned, he promised them riches, and began to rapidly shift them into a massive throng of maddened warriors. His presence alone was enough to do that. He realized rapidly, he was without most of his divine powers still, but his brother Keiros' essence still lingered on him, like the smell of blood on the air after a fresh kill, Keiros' chaotic energies seeped about and drove the horde he was organizing into a frenzy. Banners were torn down, replaced with the bloodied skulls and three bloodied blades, Arachnos' symbol of war. His banner tended to be a fresh corpse, mounted upon a pike, held high above his battlegroup, but at current, the Skull and Three Blades was ample.

    "Begin to scout the wilds, find any and all settlements between here and the civilized reaches, conscript any that has enough muscle to hold a blade, and enslave any who do not. Bring me their young and old. Start with the smallest villages, and bring all of their able bodied men to me for initiation." Arachnos explained to his newly appointed commanders.

    The churning horde had swelled rapidly, word had spread in hours of Arfus Bladurk fall, and the rise of a new, far more worthy and bloodthirsty Warlord, God Warlord Arachnos Lord of Destruction, and within those hours, the leaders of each of the bandit groups, be they large or small, sought him out, and moments after being within his presence, they felt the undeniable urge of his madness, and swore quick oaths of fealty to him. Arachnos took each of them, and kept them near to him until the madness sank deeply enough into their weak minds.

    "Go forth, spread my word to the far reaches of this land. Find anyone different, bring them before me. I seek chaos, I Need Chaos. I need anomalies. Bring me all of the different ones. Spellcasters if you find them, you will be rewarded well." Arachnos explained to them.

    His horde began to travel in large groups, savaging the countryside, reports of bandits massacring villages from one end of the countryside to the other would pour into the more civilized areas more rapidly than the army would be able to respond, only further fueling the fear of the citizens, causing massive outbreaks of chaotic energies, which only fed the destructive gods power.

    ((Feel free to encounter the horde))

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    An explosion?

    Leliana's head swerved around where the sound came from, but thick trees darkness the forest and made it harder to see. She looked to be in the middle of the wilds, any signs of civilization were nowhere in sight, and she had no way of knowing where she was, or for that matter when. Whatever that book was, it definitely wasn't magic from where she came from. It was something else entirely. She was nowhere.

    "Et nous l'avons réduit à nulle part. Génial." Leliana muttered in French, her accent complimented the language, but she wondered if it would cause problems in the land.

    The uncanny sensation of being watched sent a wave of tingles up her spine, she whipped around quickly her eyes scanning every inch of forest, but found nothing. She felt something the slightest touch one of her red waves, she wouldn't have noticed it unless she was so tense, and turned around, smoothing the spot her hair was touched as she did so, her eyes flashing a gold-yellow color as they narrowed, aware she was being watched. Her magic tingled through her body as she prepared to shift into an animal.

    She'd spent years watching her back, jumping at every sound until she regained her foothold. The same went for this land and the next. Every bone in her body was prepared to leap, especially when she saw faint figures of armed people in the distance.

    ​
    Desert Rose Desert Rose Kazanna Kazanna

    Translation of ("Et nous l'avons réduit à nulle part. Génial."):
    "And we've narrowed it down to nowhere. Great."
     
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