Snippet #1072088

Tournament Grounds: Give and Take

Valius watched Shien's performance with smile of pleasure. Shien had turned grapes into fine wine, and Valius was glad that he had. The crowd was cheering louder than he had ever heard through the past five years. When Kiel challenged Shien, his smile grew with excitement. The soundless appearance of Vann was ignored for a moment as he prepared to speak.

"Shien! Kiel! as much as The audience and I would love to watch you two tear at each other, Shien has ruined the tournament, not just for you, but himself as well. You broke the rules of the tournament Shien, so no bed... Unless you do me a favor of course. I need someone to get to the other world and bring Cleo here for a update on her mission... Take this pendant. It will take you straight to her from the mirror. Bring her here, and you get your bed." Valius then turned his attention to Vann, his excitement gone. The cheering of the crowd was too loud for him to hear himself, at least not until he took a heavy breath. The sound around the two seemed to become blotted and distant. "Vann... I'm glad to see that you have finished with your own matters. I could have really used you earlier, but being late is better than being absent. I need your assistance with eliminating the brothers if they are found by that wretched princess. She'll probably try to find her closest brother, Taran... Damn!" Valius said as he realized something. "Scythe and a bounty hunter are on Earth as well... Just kill them if they get in your way. I don't think I need to tell you anything else." Valius said this before turning from his subordinate. Vann was brief, even briefer than Demetrius.


Nothern Concordia: League of Two

Two trolls are seen impaled, one has been frozen, while the others corpse is burning. The third troll backs up in fear as he looks at the two warriors.

"Are you guys fucking stupid! We're the League of Twelve!" Pyrus yelled before cackling. He was now approaching the last troll. Demetrius's hand quickly rested on Pyrus's shoulder. Steam erupted from their brief contact.

"Wait..." Demetrius said before moving between Pyrus and the troll. "Troll, have you and your people experienced raids?" Demetrius asked.

"Raids... Yes... Trolls have felt great bloodshed... But no blood is found." The troll attempted to explained. Before Demetrius could explain however, the troll continued on. "Troll shaman say it's coming from holy place... Hell of holy grounds." The troll added.

"Really? I guess this issue will have to be resolved with Valius's help." Demetrius said as he didn't understand this himself. "Thank you for your precious information... Pyrus, you may continue." Demetrius said before moving aside. Pyrus smiled, while the troll looked at the elemental with fear.


Sean's Estate: Rain > Anger > More Rain > More Anger

Sean tapped his foot rapidly outside of his estate as he stared straight at the gates. Elliot was taking too long, and the storm was only getting worse with each passing moment. An umbrella proved to be nothing in the storm, and was quickly pulled away from the professionally dressed man. Sean finally figured if the hostage was arriving, that Elliot would call upon her arrival. He had ruined a perfectly good outfit, and was steaming that his nap had been interrupted. Lightning began strike, and water was beginning to flood the streets. Sean walked back in to the house, his suit now soaked.

"FUCK!" Sean yelled before slamming the door behind him. He removed his his shoes at the door before heading upstairs to change. He was considering taking a shower too. Maybe that would calm him. He wasn't looking forward to anything that wasn't good news... too bad for him.