K was walking away from her fellow clan members and to the main entry way into the outpost, when all of the sudden she heard screams for help, as if someone was dieing, come from deep inside Clan outpost, she wanted to figure out what was going on, so she hurried towards the screams. As she got closer she saw people running, and thick black smoke going up into the blue sky, she also heard crackling of a flame. Then she finally saw it, a huge mansion like house was in flames. The flame was coming out of the windows, and the roof burning away to the fire, or what was left of a roof. And right before K’s eyes, she saw the house collapse and be gulfed up in flames. She then looked as the flames trailed onto other nearby house, catching them on fire, and anything else in its way.

K was about to run to warn others to get out of the outpost, but she heard a yell and a sound of a baby crying come from inside a nearby house. “Help anyone, please!” Was the basic sound of the yell, and it also sounded like a woman. But the house it was coming out of, the left side and roof was already caught in the flames, and the crackling could be heard. She didn’t care about the fact that the house was half way ablaze; she needed to save this woman and her baby, so K quickly darted into the burning house.

While inside, the visibility was so low because of the smoke that K couldn’t see two feet in front of her, so she just followed the sound of a baby crying. When she finally reached the sound, she saw the lady laying on the floor unconscious, but the baby still crying, in the ladies hand. K ripped some of her clothing to cover up the baby’s mouth, as she picked it up, to stop any smoke going into its lungs. She then put the lady over her shoulder and slowly went towards the door, carrying the lady and the baby, and finally getting outside.

As K got outside, the scene was all different; all that could be seen now was a blackish sky with smoke going up to it, and the red of the flames coming from every single house, and people running. But the sounds were even more horrifying, people running and carrying the bodies of their loved ones, the sound of houses collapsing, with people still in them, and the horrifying yells of the soon to be dead. K gave the baby to a guy that was running. “Get this baby out of here. Now! Run!” K said before putting the lady down to see if she was alive still, “Come on, wake up, you are not dead, you aren’t dead!” K shouted, but the lady was dead. A lady that didn’t even look the age of 20, who had a newborn child, had died due to the fire, and had died on the shoulder of K. K was basically crying at this point, she couldn’t even save a basic woman, and now K had to save herself.

Hey, you need to get out of this place before you die. Now get up. K thought to herself as she got up and then ran towards the main outpost entrance and exit, dodging falling burning objects, and flames. By the time she got there, it fell, not only did it fall, but it fell on numerous people trapping them, the fire burning them. K ran off before she could see them catch a flame on them and burn, and also trying to ignore all the screams of death and misery around her. Then she remembered about her clan leader, Mazrim, and her other fellow clan members, Shen and Cadell. She then went off course from the second exit to the mission board, but when she got there, her fellow clan members weren’t there, and nowhere to be seen, K then left and ran, hoping that they were alive. She also hoped that she could just get out of this burning outpost alive, alive to see another day of her life.

“Cadell, Shen, Mazrim! If you’re alive, get out of here. I’ll meet you by the river!” K yelled as she ran, towards the last and only exit to get out of this mess, jumping over and through flames. She finally spotted it, but a building fell down in front of her, which gave K a decision. The safer way, which was going all the way around, but it would take longer. Or the faster way, which was going over and through this building. K wanted to live, so she ran all around the building, as she did this, the building then caught up in huge flame; luckily she picked the way, which happened to save her life. The exit was in her sight, she darted towards it, running faster than she ever thought she could, and making it out of the outpost, the gate then collapsing right behind her.

K then turned back and looked at the devastation the fire caused. Families dead, homes destroyed, and this scene burnt into K’s memories. And all this caused by Great Dragons, sent by the Demon Lord, to destroy the Mirage Clan’s outpost and the Mirage Clan itself, and he had succeeded. K was so relieved she had gotten out of alive, but heartbroken of all the people dead that she didn’t notice a tree, which wasn’t on fire, behind her falling, and falling in her direction. She then turned around, and was about to start running again, towards the main river of Varnin, but she then noticed the tree, falling, she tried to run, but had stumbled, and the tree then fell on top of her legs, but K had hit her head on the ground so hard when the tree hit her, it knocked her out. K was just lying there, unconscious, and vulnerable to any creature who wanted a little snack. K was basically dead at this point, even though she got out of the outpost; a simple tree doomed her from her life by falling on her.

Kimar sat stoicly, his eyes following his insane leader. Yes, insane. That was the only word that could describe someone who leapt around like they were catching urns when in reality they were not. The Jester's power and leadership status was something that Kimar would always keep in his mind, for if he didn't then he would... No, it was that cursed demon that would crush that flailing fool. He would keep the beast under control, because he needed the Jester, just like he'd needed the kid so long ago....

He nearly took a step backwards as the Fool poked his face into Kimar's, "I know! You would prefer not a human, but a creature! A Lamia? Succulent, scaly, scary breasts and bosoms. You're a sick one!" The eyes narrowed, glaring at his leader. For one of those few times, both sides to this man agreed, and the gate was opened, but he barely held back from bringing the power of the abyss into this world, he would not destroy the Jester... not yet. Rather he just glared, both eyes behind this dark gaze raking the leader as he pranced backwards once more. That jingling was far more annoying than the screams. Kimar could live with the screams, no matter how much it shook that idiot brat of a kid up.

His eyes took on a new shade of darkness as the Jester acted as if suddenly realising something. "Unless... Unless" The Jester laughed, drawing things out as the demon's hand tightened, as it had tried to do to that possessing boy so long ago, what a trap the human had put together.... "You two, .... To each his own, indeed." The boy struggled with the demon for control, wanting to blast the arrogant bastard into next week. But the Demon, always the nicer of the pair, held control. But then, who needed niceness when you could just bend people's minds? Surely he had not just labelled himself nice?

No, he'd labelled the kid as nice, yes, that was right. That damned kid and his nostalgia, who wanted to relive his triumph over the demon when he convinced him to let him inside the body to save his village!... Too many hims, even he was losing track of which he was him. He lost his mental track of things for a few moments as he tried to remember which him was which, but came too again as the Jester turned away with the spider in his hands... Spider.

The eyes went completely black, small symbols flickering in and out around him as he reaches out his left hand to call forth his magic for a moment. The darkness coalessed into a quick flash, then surrounding the spider with ever growing force until it splatted itself into a neat round ball before dropping the remains of the pest onto whatever was below it, which should be the Jesters hands.

The gate flickered closed as Kimar brushes himself out the door. "What I am interested in, or what I might want or desire is neither your business, nor something thoust should put his nose into." His voice changing slightly as they both spoke the same words through the one mouth. Something they were in accord in, something they agreed over. This was when the 'gate to the abyss' magic fully opened to it's full potential, rare the case was, however, that they agreed on any course of action. But this they both agreed on, something had to be done to keep that smiling idiot out of suggesting stupid idiocies. He growled to himself as he waited for the dragon to transform keeping the corner of his eye on the Jester.

Cadell coughed, his throat burning harshly. His stinging blood shot eyes open a crack causing him to discover that he was underneath burnt rubble. He coughed again, clutching his throat tightly, Cadell pushed the rubble off of him and sitting up. He touched his forehead realizing that a large gash was bleeding immensely.

His breath came out it fast and heavy heaves. His vision was blurred and his muscles aching. He knew he was injured and badly too, he also knew that if someone didn't find him soon, he would be dead.

Pushing the rest of the rubble off, Cadell stood up shakily. He found a long strong stick, taking it he leaned on it, walking up a hill to a tall standing building. Through one of the windows he saw a young girl with short spiky hair and a couple feather tied in it. Seeing there were people inside, he knocked on the front wooden door.

The Jester watched with decreasing interest as Kimar summoned forth his dark magic, then splattered his newfound pet into nothing more than a bloody, hairy ball that fell straight back down into his hand. Kimar went on about something, his tone revealing that The Jester had offended him, or more importantly, had gotten to him. His grey eyes sparkled as he looked at the remains of his spider, and then a stoic smile appeared on his face. "Very well, Kimar!" The Jester spun around on his toes and ran past him, patting him on the shoulder firmly as he passed, using the hand that had the spider in it. But by the time The Jester had gone by and up the stairs, the spider wasn't in his hand anymore. Instead, it's remains were sliding down Kimar's shoulder.

By the time Kimar got outside, Jiseth was done transforming, and The Jester was merrily hopping onto his back, finding a comfortable place between two horns that protruded out of his back. "Come now, Kimar! No time to be wasting!" He dug his heels into Jiseth's sides, then kicked inwards, "Hya!" Jiseth launched the two on his back up into the sky, then headed towards Nosit. It would be a bit of a flight, but at least it would be better than riding all the way there.

But it wasn't long before smoke became visible on the horizon, and soon flames. The Jester pointed very obviously down at it, like the other two couldn't see it, and said, "See that? Let's land there! Do try avoiding the flames. Look! Land by that river!" He had seen the figure pinned beneath the fallen tree, but he hadn't mentioned it to the others yet. If it was something unworthy of his interest, he would simply not mention it at all. If it was something worthy of some interest, he would have his two subordinates retrieve it, and make it live. If it was something that personally interested him, he may or may not tell anyone, and may or may not take it back to the base secretly.

He jumped off of Jiseth after he landed, nimbly landing on his feet, then bounded forward a few steps before spinning around and addressing them. "Why don't the two of you go scout things out? Find out what happened, what's happening, and come up with what will happen?" He spun back around and ran over a hill towards the fallen tree, then skidded to a halt there, a cloud of dust rising up around him. His eyes scanned the creature pinned beneath the tree, elven, female, slim athletic build, about five and a half feet tall. "Well now. An elf." He said in a passive tone, then started bouncing from left to right, his bells jingling like mad. "I was hoping for something rare and unusual, but I'm not sure an elf is rare and unusual enough..." She appeared unconscious, but the jingling of his bells was actually serving a purpose at the moment, unlike usual. For now, they were serving as a sort of sustaining spell, which would help her to recover from her injuries, though he also simply left her beneath the tree. "Who are you? What are you doing here? What happened? Have you ever been burned before? Did you enjoy it?" He let out the flurry of questions rapidly while she regained consciousness, then paused. "But more importantly..." He tilted his head to the side curiously, "Can you do any tricks?"

Chu'si looked over to the door as a knock echoed through the rooms. She walked over and opened it in a very lazy manner. She felt good today, like she was inside of a dream. Not one of her dreams, but others' dreams, the kind that have a gentle air to them and that everything feels soft and fluffy. But when she opened the door all that went away. Standing in front of her was a man, not too much older than herself and only slightly taller, though he looked shorter that what she guessed he really was because he was leaning heavily on a stick. His face, which she could barely see, that would normally be fair skinned, was covered in black soot. His eyes red and tears streaming from his face. He looked tired and as if he went through a great battle.

"You okay?" she asked the man. He looked at her with he stinging, watery eyes and coughed. As he coughed, he fell forward. Chu'si quickly grabbed him and laid him gently on the ground where she was standing. The shock of it all began to wear off. She turned around, still kneeling, and looked at everyone else. "Get some water and bandages quickly!" she called to them, her voice slightly wavering because as she looked down at him she was suddenly reminded of her past and when she escaped the cannibals, "And someone help me get him to a bed," she added in a whisper. She looked down at him, her eyes wide and heart racing. The visions of her past that she had so long kept restrained were now flooding back to her. All the pain, the fear, were now filling her mind in a flash flood. She tried to help carry the man, but found that she was paralyzed. Tears began to stream from her face, but everything was numb to her and she didn't notice. Her eyes stared at the ground moving back and forth, wide. Her breathing was shallow and her muscles shook as they suddenly became weak.