Concordia: Sorcha's Escape

Five long years have passed since the destruction of Concordia; the structure, the culture, and most of all, the peace. No longer was peace a possibility for Concordians. In fact, even after just five years, they call peace a 'myth', something that only happened in the minds of peace hungry people. The new rulers, the League of Twelve, mark this festive day as an Independence of sorts. A Revolution that they believe a necessity to the future of Concordia. The former king knew nothing of building and commandeering an army, which is why the man was an easy defeat. This time, Concordia would have an army. A great and powerful one at that. During these five years, the League have been training men in the arts of war and the way of a warrior. They introduced guns, taking away the use of spears and bows and arrows. No longer were those permitted in the kingdom, the weapons now considered a blasphemy to the new way of life. All that aside, the League now were dressed in richly garbs, dancing with unwilling maidens around the magnificent ballroom of the palace. Everyone, besides the women, seemed to be having a joyful time, celebrating the 'Independence' of the League of Twelve's throning five years past.
In another area of the palace, on the opposite end, a young woman crept silently down a long, dark hall. She stayed to the shadows, a black cloak helping her to blend in. She seemed to have a certain destination in mind, her face locked in deep concentration and determination. White peeked through the cloak as the front opened, revealing a very petite build underneath the heavy garb. It swished around her feet as she dashes towards two closed doors at the end of the hall. Looking around her for any sign of life, she opens one of the doors and slips inside a chamber with one single mirror standing in the middle.
"You made it, my Queen." A soft voice whispered, catching the woman's attention. She turned in it's direction and nodded, her feet feather-light on the marble floor as she crossed towards the voice's owner.
"Yes, indeed. Do you have the scroll?"
"Yes, it is here." A black nose rolled a capsule towards the woman's bare feet. "It has something else you may find useful inside with the scroll, my lady." A smile curved along delicate features as the woman knelt down to wrap arms around a furry neck.
"Thank you, Malikye. You are a true friend and will be rewarded upon mine and my brother's return. Please, stay safe. Do not allow those evil men to notice you leaving the chamber." The long, gray snout of a wolf nodded, his mouth remaining closed, even though words could be heard.
"It is I who should be thanking you. You embark on a dangerous journey. I should tell you to remain safe, you will need it more than I. Now, you must go, my Queen! The mirror is ready for you. All you need do is speak your command, then step through and it will transport you to Earth." With tears rolling down her soft cheeks, she nodded and brushed a light kiss on the wolf's nose before pulling away and stepping to the mirror. Without looking back, she whispered the enchantment required and stepped through the glass. On the other side, the young woman entered into a world of liquid and her feet entangled amongst ropes she did not recognize. Little did she know, the future Queen of Concordia had indeed traveled to Earth, but already faced the dangers of a small pond where the long vines of lily pads tangled around her ankles, attempting to drown the struggling girl as she tried to break free.

Concordia Throne Room: King Pendus

Chanting... Laughter... Celebration... it didn't seem horrid when put into simple terms. What was truly sickening, is that the people who took part in the celebration of the dethroning of King Harel, were ignorant enough to find this to be a joyous holiday. The man who had given life to the holiday was sitting casually in the throne room, reminiscing about what had happened five years ago. It had been child's play to the man, but it was so glorious at the same time. A devilish grin was almost permanent on his face, almost never feeling displeased in his comfortable position in power. His black robes matched his dark thoughts, while the gold accessorizing his wardrobe matched his success. A gold chalice was gripped in the palm of his hand, filled with a dark red wine. Though this was his holiday, Valius Pendus only took part in the finale, which would begin within the hour.

Like the chalice, Valius held Concordia in the palm of his hand, not solely though. The League of Twelve as a whole had their different roles in gaining control over Concordia. There were resistances here and there, but their efforts were crushed, an their influenced became nonexistent. He even had tabs on the world, Earth. Imprisoning the three brothers in a false lives on Earth, was a great plan to prevent their abilities from being inherited by any heirs. The servants of the three living brothers were even killed, just in case one of the brothers had decided to bless someone no one would expect. Valius's own daughter was keeping the eldest brother, Markell, in check; He being the inheritor of the most power. He knew Markell had been living a very simple life, which was good. The second brother, Keegan hadn't been checked up on in a while. The third brother, Taran had been rumored to have been leading a very radical life, and was now being checked on by one of the Twelve.

The only remnant of royal family left on Concordia was Sorcha, and she was heavily confined, until she would be released for Valius's personal use to gain power. He had collected the appropriate items and was ready to begin the ceremony once he delivered his speech to the people who praised him. This would be the day that would history would never forget.


Mount Arka: Enjoying the Cold Embrace of Being Above All Else.

Miles away from the celebration, a man sits shirtless, meditating atop the frozen summit of the mountain. His legs remained crossed, while his his fists joined at the center of his chest. His eyes remain shut, and his body motionless. Demetrius Black appeared as if he was meditating in a secluded chamber.

Celebration... It's fruitless when there could be a resistance building beyond our ignorant excitement. Valius has proven to be a great leader, but I expect him to do something other than celebrate our victory over a fragile kingdom for a fifth time.

Snow began to fall from the mountain as a deep blue glow surrounded the still body of Demetrius. Solitude was his heaven and the cold gave him comfort that nothing else ever has. Perhaps the snow would reach the festivities, which could be his excuse for him participating.


Miami, Florida: Taran's New Reign

Taran had one hand, steady on the steering wheel of his silver Mercedes Benz as he drove on the streets of Miami. He was currently dressed in a white suit, showing his high class status to all who lay their eyes on him. His facial expression was as still as stone, he almost looked displeased. In reality he was just overly cautious, ready for anything that would come his way, whether it be the police trying to finally bust him, or some upset small time gangster coming after his seat in power. His attitude... No, nearly his whole view of life had been altered. Taran of the South was now Sean Walker, Head of the Sharks, a gang that was infamous along the gulf of Mexico.

Taran... No, Sean's car had finally pulled into the driveway of the huge estate that he had now owned. His home was pearl white, but was only a mask of purity that covered the dark injustices that happened on the estate. This was his new kingdom of the South, which only gave proof of his natural instincts of powerful leadership.

Earth: Saige's Discovery

"It looks like its going to rain, Saige..."

Saige McKinley looked out the window of her store and up at the clouds which seemed to almost darken before her eyes. With a sigh, she looked back from the window towards her sister, who was leaning up against the counter at their shared store, "Make A Scene". Her sister shrugged at her, before looking over towards a girl who had approached her, asking a question. The girl answered it, before looking back over toward Saige. "See..." she began, "It looks like its going to get nasty out there really soon. I didn't think the weather man said anything about rain at all for the next week or so. I was sure of it..."

"Well, I think I'm going to quick head home and shut the windows then. Mind staying here by yourself for a bit? I'll only be ten minutes at the most."

Saige's sister shrugged, before answering with a, "Sure, why not."

With that, Saige made her way out of the store, unlocking her 1976 Rolls-Royce Silver Shadow before getting in. The car had almost 75,000 miles on it, but she treated it like it was the most valuable thing in the world; to her it was, because she had spent a pretty penny on it, and it was an old, used car - a classic.

With a smile, she started the engine, and pulled out of the store, taking note of the decent amount of cars that were parked already in the stores parking lot.

It was not more than seven minutes before Saige was back to her own house. By the time she had reached the drive, it was already starting to just drizzle slightly outside. She quickly killed the engine, got out, and locked up her car, before running towards the house. Another three minutes passed itself by, and Saige had shut all of the windows up tight.

She wandered toward the back of the house to where her back door was located - it was glass, and lead out onto a covered back porch. She watched the rain as it began to really pour down from the sky for a bit through the glass door, before actually stepping outside of the house.

As she stood and watched the rain fall, and the lightning strike, and listen to the thunder boom, Saige began to have a feeling of dread cross over her. She wasn't quite sure why she was feeling this way, but something in her gut was telling her that something very important was about to happen.

It was just at that very moment that lighting struck the lake in her back yard - or at least, its what she thought was lighting, though she figured that it had lingered far longer than lighting should have. But in looking back towards the lake, nothing seemed different. That is, until Saige realized that there were bubbles coming up from the bottom of the lake, and that, yes, it seemed almost as if someone was struggling under the water.

Saige found her legs moving under her as she carried herself to the bank of the lake, despite the fact that it was pouring out, and her knee length white dress was very quickly becoming soaked. Her hair was caked to her face because of the rain; it was all so very cold. But her eyes searched the water, and just like that, she saw what appeared to be a person beneath the surface of the water.

"Oh my God..."

Without thinking, Saige ran into the water, hands searching for the girl in order to grab onto her so that she might pull her out. The female was struggling with the lily pad vines, and Saige was having a hard time getting a grip on the girl. But with a pull, she snapped some of the lily pad vines enough so that she could also pull the girl free.

With a tug, she drug the female ashore, slipping in the muddy banks of the lake in the process. She was breathing heavily, and almost shaking from both adrenaline and cold. "Oh my God... What the hell were you doing in my lake? You could have drown! You would have drown, if I hadn't come home just then!" Her voice rang out, clear as day, and sharp as anything. But her mood almost changed to relieved, and worried. "What were you doing in there? Thank God you're okay..."

But without waiting for the girls response, she began rattling on again. "Let us both get inside of my house. I'm soaked through to the bone, and you were just taking a suicidal swim in my lake. After we get in there and get dried off, you'll have quite a bit of explaining to do."

Earth: Enter Masaharu

A black Honda Accord could be seen speeding down the road, the sun reflecting off the windshield. The driver had a pair of sunglasses on and his hair was blowing in the wind. As he approached a small neighborhood, he slowed down, as to not hit anyone. He glanced at the clock on the radio and swore under his breath.

"Damnit I'm too late!" He parked the car and got out, closing the door behind him. The man glanced up at the sky and closed his eyes momentarily before leaning against the car. "I knew I shouldn't have taken that nap back there. I was supposed to be at that meeting." He sighed and pushed off the car, taking his sunglasses off also. His crimson eyes scanned the area, taking in every detail. "A quiet place out here. Perhaps I should consider moving." He laughed to himself then opened the trunk of the car, reaching in and grabbing his sword. He looked around and found an empty area across the street. Smiling to himself, he tossed his duster in the trunk then ran over to the lot.

"Now's as good as time as ever." He unsheathed the sword, a gently ringing could be heard as the blade slid against the sheathe. The blade, instead of shimmering in the sun, was black, the hilt wrapped in black leather. He took in a deep breath then let it out slowly, his body relaxing. He outstretched the blade and gently lowered it to his side, the tip grazing the ground. Suddenly, he lashed out, bringing the sword upwards into a rising slash, the blade causing the air around it to whisp as it sliced through. He twirled the hilt in his hand and lunged forward, the blade straight out in front of him. He shifted the weapon and jabbed it behind him, like an enemy was sneaking up on him. He stood up and tossed the sword into the air, catching it by the hilt then resheathed it.

"That was a quick routine." Satisfied with it, he strapped the sheathe to his back and began walking down the street. Just as he got back to the road, he saw a girl dragging another girl out of a body of water. From his perspective, the girl's body appeared lifeless. Reacting instinctively, he ran across the street, dodging a speeding car as he did so and yelled out.

"Do you need any assistance?" As he got closer to the girls, he suddenly stopped running. His body seemed to freeze in place as his eyes came into contact with the girl's unconscious body. "I recognize her but from where?" His mind raced to try and remember where he saw her. "I remember, the hair, it all looks familiar. That dream I had before I got here." He slowly began walking over to her, his heart pounding in his chest. "I've seen you before, but how did you get here," he thought to himself. It was like deja vu for him and he was curious about her. He needed answers as soon as she was conscious and coherant.

Concordia

The festivities could be heard throughout the kingdom. Such daft imbeciles. They would follow a retarded baboon as long as they knew they would get their next meal. Scythe didn't participate in some hollow festivity that made the people feel good. They'd turn on any of them in a instant if if met their needs better. What's the use with socializing with such rabble. Scythe would much rather eliminate them all right now. A merciless slaughter of the world. What better way to keep them in check?

Scythe was on patrol duty. It wasn't assigned, but it was better then celebrating false festivities with the most shallow of beings in existence. Everything would burn one way or another. It always did. All Scythe needed to do was fan the flames, or start them himself. After patrolling for a little bit, he came upon the end of something interesting. It seemed that Sorcha was escaping their imprisonment.

Of course, this would be something he needed to stop, however he had a more interesting plan. Why bother stopping it? This was beginning the flames of chaos. Utter Chaos he could use to destroy it all. He waited until Sorcha was through to enter the room. He looked at her wolf standing there. He began to walk towards the wolf taking the scythe off his back.

"So it was you then that helped her, yes?" He didn't want an answer, after all he didn't speak wolf. "Dogs need to be put in their place." He said as he smacked the wolf across the face with the end of his weapon. Just then he noticed a solider running by. He called out to him, and the soldier came running in.

"I have a message for you to give to King Pendus. Wait for him to begin his speech though. The message must be delivered in the middle of it, understand me?" The solider just nodded. Scythe wasn't one to be trifled with and he knew it. Everyone did. "Good. Tell the king that Sorcha has escaped. I'm going to lock up her puppy and then pursue her. Now remember my instructions and piss off."

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Broome Australia, Thanks for the Memories Pub

A young man about the age of 19 entered the pub. This was his first time he ever went drinking alone. He was a bit nervous since he'd never been there before, but he just went through a nasty breakup and he wanted the pain to go away. He walked in and sat down at the bar. He sighed and ordered a few shot of Whiskey. After pouring three of them the bartender looked at the boy. The bartender was an older man, in his early to mid thirties. He was now drying out a cup that was just watched.

"Something wrong son? You seem a bit down on your luck." The boy just sighed and put his hands on the sides of his head. He began explaining his situation and tried to avoid crying. After that, the boy picked up one shot after another and drank em down one by one. He put his arms down and buried his face into them so no one would see him cry.

Suddenly one of the shot glasses went flying to the floor. The boy looked up as the whole pub turned to him. Everything was silent. The bartender looked at him. The boy looked panicky and stood up. "You know boy we have something we do to people who break stuff around here." He made a head gesture and a few people came over to the boy. The grabbed him, dragged him to a chair and tied him up to hit.

The boy was crying his eyes out and apologizing left and right. The bartender walked over and pulled out a gun. He pointed the gun at the boy. "Nothing personal, you know." He raised it between the boy's eyes. Then he pulled the trigger. The only sound came from the bartender. "Boom" he said and the kid screamed. The place lit up with laughter as the boy screamed.

The bartender untied him and helped him up. "Just an initiation kid. Your one of us now so there's no need to be down. The name is Zack, and I own this little establishment with my fiancée Krystal." He shifted his head around but didn't see her anywhere. "She'll be around here soon enough I'm sure. So boy who may you be?" The boy's heart was beating out of his chest. At least he would be fine though. He nervously answered Jason and then just tried to calm down. It was a rough initiation, but he took it like a man. Quite a few people wet themselves in that situation.

Broome Australia: Thanks for the Memories Pub

Cleopatra knew what day it was. To anyone around her in the normal human world of earth they would have no idea but she knew. It was a holiday celebrating King Pendus and his rule over the land of Concordia. She knew that there would be laughter, colour, excitement, and food. There would be no expense spared in the celebration. Cleo knew her father too well. Today was his day and he would make sure it was perfect. She just wished that she could have been there to celebrate. As much as it often appeared that her father didn’t love her, she loved him and it would have been great to be able to spend today with him.

However that wasn’t possible. She was stuck on earth looking after one of the true heir’s to the throne and making sure that he never found out who he was. Cleo didn’t even have her own name. From now on she had been named Krystal and she was stuck in the middle of nowhere in some Australian small town running a pub. It was a long way away from the court life she had been used to but if it allowed her to prove herself to her father then maybe it was worth it. And maybe the feelings she had for her fiancé helped matters.

Krystal was brought from her thoughts as she heard laughter coming from out the front of the pub. She had been out the back moving some of the boxes into the cool room. Curiously she headed out to see her fiancé talking to a man who she had never seen before. With a sigh she walked over to him, guessing what he had been up to.

“Zack, are you scaring off the customers again?” Krystal said with a grin a she wrapped her arms around his waist from behind as she looked at the new guy. “Hey, I’m Krystal... just ignore anything he says, he likes to think he is funny” She said teasing Zack with a playful expression before leaning up and kissing the back of his neck before letting go.

“Can I get you a beer? First one is on the house” Krystal said to the new guy before walking back over behind the bar to get the kid a beer. It was the least she could do since she could only imagine the prank that Zack had played on him. Also the kid looked like he could seriously do with a drink.

Nazar sat on his throne, his eyes out of focus and he contemplated to himself. Over the last few years the realm had fallen under control of those infantile fools. He cared nothing for them. Here in his domain, they knew not ot cross him. He stood up, he'd been sitting there for the last four days. As an undead, he needed no sleep, no rest. He walked to the balcony and peered out. Lacking the immense size of the royal family, but still possesing it's own immensity. The court yard was filled with tombstones an unturned dirt. The dead walked as though they still lived, this way and that. Humans, animals, and anything else. This was a realm of the dead, no living being was allowed in it, nor could they survive it. The air was to riddled, there lungs collapsed with a few mintues of being in the area. Nazar smiled darkly to himself as he remembered the last foolish mortals that entered his domain. He looks back as one of his servants staggers intot he room. From the waist up he was a boy around 17, rotting flesh held frozen, but below that was of a goat, it' fur so red it appeared to be drenched blood. He was dragging something, a human man. Byt he garb of his dress, a knight.

" Hmm, what do we have here? " he reached out and took the man from the zombies grasp " Excellent catch servent, now leave me " the servant nodded and exited the room. Nazar held the man up by the scruf of his neck and inspected him, was he a knight of the royal family, what was he doing here? here was no point in asking, for the man was seconds from dying. He hadnt fed in awhile, quite a long while. As he aged, it became less of a necessity. But this man so close to sweet death, he couldnt pass him up. He opened his mouth and sunk jagged fangs into the mans neck, ripping it out. He feasted on the mans flesh, his sweet blood and finally his immortal soul. He disposed of the little remains and walked out of the room. Something was stirring, he could feel it. The wheel of destiny was turning, he wondered to what end it would stop.

Earth: Sean's Estate

Aliana sat in an alcove, looking out one of the many windows in Sean Walker's estate. The room was big, but cozy, all four walls lined with rows upon rows of books. She held one in one hand, her fingers caught between the pages. She'd heard the gates open and saw her brother drive up the driveway in his Mercedes Benz. A car that he never even purchased. Same as this mansion. Sighing softly, Aliana-- No, she was now called Corissa Walker, sister of Sean Walker, but keeper of Taran; an heir to Concordia. She hated deceiving him, but she only agreed to the proposal in order to be free of her master, Scythe. She shuddered just thinking of him. The man was evil; just like the rest of the men who now called themselves the true leaders of Concordia. In her honest and most private opinion, Corissa still believed King Harel to be the true king. Not Valius Pendus and his little minions. She still hoped for the day when the lost brothers would be united with their sister, Sorcha. It would be a marvelous and most joyous day, indeed!

Standing from the alcove, Corissa places the book down and stretches before exiting the library. It was time to play as 'sister' and maybe even see if the man was hungry. She was starving! Smiling and walking through the mansion and it's halls, she reached the front door and opened it, and waited for Sean.

Sorcha, Saige, and Masaharu

Coughing and sputtering, Sorcha felt a pair of hands pull her from the vine's grasp and onto dry land. Water from the sky fell on her though, the storm having reached the point of it's rage. Thunder clapped loudly, bringing her fully awake and sitting up. She saw the faces of two strangers: one male and the other female. Blinking, her eyes big and frightened as a doe, she stands up, feeling a bit wobbly from the recent lack of oxygen. Lightning flashed, causing her to jump. She was obviously a little skittish and not at all sure what do with herself. The pair were wearing odd clothing, but the male had a sword sheathed to his waist. How odd. Earth people carried swords around? Perhaps, she should've studied the people here a little better. That would have taken time though, too much time she and her brothers didn't have. Still, though-- it would've helped. Looking at the two, she steps back a step, feeling the ground shake from another loud clap of thunder. Should she run? No. Too cowardly. She was here for a reason and maybe these two could help her. Crossing her arms, she rubbed them, wanting to be out of this storm. Nature was the same in both Concordia and Earth, it seemed.

She looked to the pond behind her, and then back to the strangers standing before her. Should she say something? Did they even speak the same language? Well, only one way to find out. Chewing on her lower lip, she takes that step back towards them, shuddering when thunder sounded again with a bolt of lightning flashing with it. "Could you direct me to the nearest-- Inn? I am in need of shelter for the night and perhaps a little bit of dry clothing." Her voice was soft, her words proper and well spoken.

Concordia: The Speech

The old sinister man seated on the stolen throne suddenly tossed his chalice, as he had finished the contents that had been poured into it. Instantly raising from his seat of power and authority, Valius began to make his way out of the castle that towered on top of a small mountain.

The breeze outside was cooler than usual, but the king gave the odd temperature no attention. Instead the man looked down into the valley that was full of celebration. The mere appearance of the man, cause the people to go into a joyous uproar. Valius loved this praise, and always would.

"I am your king! Your ruler! Your savior!" The crowd below screamed and applauded to their king's words, and all he could do was feel the nostalgia of his absolute power. "I am Valius Pendus! The man, who saved you from the grip of that fool Harel! Today marks that precious day in history, and this is the fifth year of celebration! My people have danced, eaten, and perhaps even bore children in my name! This year is not like the others I promise you! I shall tell you... No! I Shall show you what has taken five years to prepare! All of you! All of my..." Valius paused at the sight of a breathless guard approaching him. An expression of disgust showed on the man's face, wondering what a petty guard was doing interrupting his moment of dominance. "Speak... or I shall slit your throat and toss your body off the mountain." Valius whispered the last part.

"King Valius Pendus... I have a message from the League of Twelve 's Scythe." The soldier struggled to say as he experienced both fear and exhaustion.

"Speak!" Valius shouted knowing that any news coming from Scythe was only bad. Scythe was the most rebellious of the Twelve, and Valius sometimes found the man's actions to be too unpredictable. The guard moved in closer to the King, cupping his hands around his mouth and the king's ear. Valius's face showed interest at first, but then his eyes widened with a rage that could not be measured. Valius shoved the guard to the guard to the ground and stared out insanely. "Damn it all!!!!!!" Valius roared before looking down at the crowd that now stood silent. "SUMMON KIEL TO ME THIS INSTANT!" Valius continued as he marched heavily into the castle. Now the brothers had to be killed, and no one knew a weapon for hire like the laziest twelve member did.

Earth: Sean's Estate

Sean growled lowly at the sudden rainfall. It was expected when living in Florida though, so it wasn't one of his greatest worries. He just didn't enjoy nature being in control, and would have rather been the one to cause the storm that had only started. Exiting his vehicle and closing shutting the door to the Mercedes was the only thing Sean managed to do before jogging up to the front door. He was reaching for his keys, wanting to get out of the rain and avoid ruining his clothes. To the man's surprise, his younger sister, Corissa was holding the door open for him. Corissa was probably the only person to ever make Sean smile when seeing her. He had watched over her ever since their parents died; At least that's what his memories told him. With his partially wet clothes, Sean ran through the doorway while carrying his sister off with a huge hug that lifted her off her feet. He spun her around twice before putting her down.

"Sup sis, hows your day been?" Sean asked before heading back to the doorway to shut the door. He hung his white blazer on the coat rack before heading to a sofa chair and taking a seat. He had experienced a busy and nerve wrecking day. Big time drug dealings, the elimination of an undercover cop, and the collection of money. He did these thing while ignoring his conscience, which wasn't a problem for him. After five years of exposure to such a cold world, Taran barely existed in the man known as Sean Walker.

Concordia: Training Chambers

Sounds of battle could be heard echoing from the nearly empty chamber, save for the man that stood at it's center, sparring with a dummy, his fists pounding into the material, the thrill of battle pulsing through his veins. Suddenly a guard jogged up to him and waited for him to acknowledge him. When Kiel finally turned to look at the somewhat frightened man, he simply rolled his eyes, "Speak your mind, peasant, or take your leave of me. You imbecilic celebration is of no concern to me. All those fools enjoying their merriment. Sickening. I crave battle, dammit!" He yelled this last part, breathing fire on the dummy and lighting it. The guard took a step back in fear, but regained his composure.

"Sir, the lord has summoned you. There seems to be...to be a problem." He stuttered, remembering the scene at the speech.

Kiel raised a scaly eyebrow, "Indeed? I wonder what yon king doth want from me?" He said with a smirk, turning on his heel and putting his robe back on over his wings, swinging his tail dangerously close to guards ankles. His footfalls echoed in the otherwise deserted hallways. Kiel couldn't help but wonder what exactly had the king so furious. At least it was something interesting, as opposed to the usual boring idiocy that plagued the land otherwise. Maybe a rebellion was forming, as Scythe had predicted? That would be fun. Or how about some civil dispute? That would be fun too, especially if he got to roast a few people. He licked his teeth with anticipation. It wasn't long before he stumbled upon the king, all gussied up for his speech. In comparison, Kiel's robes were bland and completely unremarkable; they even managed to have some tears and scorch marks in them, "You have need of me, my lord?" He asked, his tone one of arrogant knowing. But there was also the glint of violence. He wanted to fight again. And to fight someone worthy, "Please tell me there is someone in need of killing."

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Concordia: A Pub

Reicha sat back in her chair, enjoying the ale. She had just turned in a recent bounty and she was spending the "Independence Day" celebrating. Besides, there were no new bounties up, so a day of rest wouldn't hurt. Besides, the ale was good here. She only hoped that nobody caught wind of her. There were undesirable people here and there that wanted her dead, and a day like today was a perfect day to strike. At least, that's how she saw it. Though, she was good at what she did. Even the League itself didn't know she was here....did they?

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Earth: Ireland

At the moment, Keegan, or more aptly, James McTavin was sitting at his desk, writing his next great story. Or, so he hoped. While he was not a gloriously rich man, he had sold his fair share of sellers. Even a best seller or two. He glanced up casually, looking around his study which was decorated with his collections of Medieval weaponry. For some reason or another, he was simply drawn to it. He even knew how to use most of it, in some capacity or another. His pen scratched across the paper as he wrote, his mind drifting in and out of reality as he did. Occasionally, he would glance up for a moment and think, but other than that, he was completely intertwined with his work. He was really cranking this bad boy out. With any luck, he'd be done within the week. He was just reaching his final chapters, and the story was coming along nicely. He smiled as he stood up to stretch, popping his neck and heading into the kitchen for a snack.

Nazar walked along the corridors of his castles. Recently he'd taken to attacking villages and increasing his already large army. The legion of 12 had been enough of an eyesore and he intended to feast on them. He entered a secret passage and descened into the darkness of his dungeon. Cold and dank, every nook and cranny sealed off, air was a not necessary for the dwellers. There was a large village to the far east, larger then usual for these parts. They would make excellent additions. His eyes, seeing through the thick darkness as easily as day could make out the immense underground cove. There a mass of dead were shifting around or laying still. Humans, elves, Trolls, and many many more all frequented the deep abyss. Bearing a ferocity only walking corpses could wield, they all looked up as there master looked down at them.

" My children, time to go out again. Go out and reap our wrath on the foolish living. Let there blood pool on the ground, like a vast sea, there flesh torn from bone waft in the air like sinful clouds. There screams of agony and woe herald us like a hym of the darkest ones. Go out, bear your claws and fangs, your fire, your lightning. Show them the meaning of absolute power!! " The dead all screamed in agreement. The darkness swirled at Nazars command and soon a portion of the undead had been sent out, to dot there masters bidding.

Concordia

Scythe dragged the wolf down the halls by his neck. His limp unconscious body dragging across the cobblestone floors. Scythe noticed him starting to wake up a bit as they reached the cells. Scythe opened one up and tossed the wolf against the wall. "Now you stay there and be a good dog. I'm gonna got get the brat back, one way or another." He slammed the door shut and turned around.

One would think he would be going to Earth now, but he had to get something from his room first. He didn't know how long he'd be on Earth for and he'd need to bring his potions. He had some powerful but equally nasty magic. Without the potions he would be an ineffective warrior for an elongated time.

Once he was well stocked he went to the mirror. Now usually travel through it without permission was forbidden. However he was a member of the League of Twelve why would he need permission? On top of that he didn't care either. He would do what he wanted no matter who it pissed off.

Scythe looked in the mirror for a second. Not wondering what to do, but admiring himself in it. After a few moments he spoke the chant granting him access to Earth. He looked at the mirror. It was like some kind of portal to new lands to terrorize. Of course he'd been to Earth quite a few times before but he still got a chill of anticipation every time he opened up the portal.

He cast his Omniscient Sight magic and jumped through the mirror. He found himself speeding down towards a lake. He used his scythe to alter the direction he was falling and landed near the lake. He looked around using his sight and just shook his head. Sorcha hadn't gotten far despite her head start. He grasped his scythe in both hands and walked closer to where Sorcha and seemingly two humans were. "I gotta say princess I'm disappointed in you. You should have been well away from here by now. Oh well I will need to find a new way to cause Havoc then. However I can't let you go. So I suppose I'll just bring your head back with me. I'm sure your puppy would appreciate that." He grinned a wicked grin as he walked closer. He was walking slow, but he was relishing the time. Let her show her true fear before her death. Terror was a beautiful thing.

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Australia, Thanks for the Memories Pub

Zack was laughing and having a good time, when he felt someone grab his waist. Of course there was only one person who would do that. His beloved fiancee Krystal. He just laughed as she asked if he was scaring off the customers. "I could tell this kid could handle it. I knew he wouldn't be scared off so easily. He took it like a champ too."

He continued laughing until she told Jason not to listen to him. "You know full well I am funny dear. I'm sure Jason will come to appreciate it too." Zack had a bit of an awkward sense of humor but it was all in good fun. One can just hope they never have a heart patient come in.

Jason stood up and walked over to the bar as Krystal asked if he'd like a beer. He nodded to her. "Ye...Yes p..p..please. I...I'm... Jason." He was still nervous, but it seemed safe enough. At least Krystal seemed sane. Zack walked behind the bar next to her. "You really should've seen it. I think it was the best initiation yet. Ain't that right Jason?"

Jason just trembled a bit and shrugged. "I... Haven't seen any.... any others.... I'm.... I'm not sure...." Zack sat and thought for a second. "You know, your right. How could you know?" He just shrugged it off and began laughing.

Earth

Masaharu looked down at the girl, a smile formed across his lips as he saw the girl come to. "An inn? We have hotels." He looked at the other girls who he assumed helped rescue her. "My name is Masaharu Motoshima. I mean you no harm. I just came to help these two girls. I noticed you from across the street." He thought about telling her that he recognized her from somewhere but he decided it was best if he didn't. He took off his duster and put it over her to shoulders so the rain didn't soak her. "My car is just across the street. We can get her a change of clothes and a place to stay for the night until the weather clears up." Just as he turned around, he saw a strange figure standing in the distance. His mind was piecing together a plan as he stared the figure down. He gently grabbed the girls' hands and led them to his car. "Stay here," he said locking the doors and taking out his sword.

The figure, as he walked closer, seemed different. Masaharu was now a mere fifteen feet from the man. "Who are you? You don't seem to be from around here." He lowered his sword and put his other hand in his pocket, his fingers wrapping around a knife just in case something were to happen. "The way that you're dressed is strange. I haven't seen anything like that before." Indeed, he thought it was ridiculous how the man appeared. "I don't want any trouble. I just want to know why you appeared suddenly."

Concordia: King to Tyrant

Valius couldn't bring himself to look at anyone as his eyes gazed down the thousands of steps that led down into the valley. Everything seemed to become silent around the man. Nothing mattered at this moment, because his triumph had become nonexistent. The man's long gray hair blew in the wind wildly, but his body remained as still as a statue. Even Kiel's awaited appearance hadn't allowed the man to budge. How could rage actually paralyze you?

"Kiel we have problem." Valius growled these words, while not even facing him. "Sorcha has escaped to Earth." It was hard for the man to admit, but he was slowly realizing that he could possibly have the girl retrieved. Valius finally moved to face one of the Twelve. Like every other member, this... man was very formidable in combat. There was always something to dislike from each member, but it was all perception, which few didn't bother to acknowledge. "I don't want there to be any chance of that damn girl taking my throne, and I know you would be the best of the Twelve to come to if I need an expert to hunt her down quickly without causing a disturbance on Earth." Valius didn't lower his pride in Kiel's presence; it was something the members of the Twelve rarely let themselves do between each other.

Earth

Saige watched the girl closely; the other female seemed very skittish and jumpy, and quite on edge. Saige assumed it was because of almost drowning, but she could have sworn that there was something not quite... normal about the girl.

It seemed as if the other female wanted to say something, but was too nervous to act upon that want. But Saige didn't want to say anything first - when she was younger, her mother had always told her to let the other children come to her first, instead of just being rude and intruding upon their own space. So she waited for the other girl to speak; it was a habit, if anything.

"Could you direct me to the nearest-- Inn? I am in need of shelter for the night and perhaps a little bit of dry clothing."

Saige almost couldn't believe that such a pretty voice existed in the world. If it weren't for just the fact that the girl seemed very well spoken, she would have thought nothing less of her because of just her voice. It had a certain air to it - it was commanding in its own right - and yet it was soft and gentle. But as Saige listened to the girl speak, another male's voice came into the picture.

"An inn? We have hotels." Saige jumped slightly at the sound of another person's voice - she hadn't noticed anyone else come onto her property, though, then again, she hadn't really been paying that much attention to anything else.

The male introduced himself as Masaharu Motoshima - Saige made a few mental notes of that, though she was pretty sure she'd eventually forget it anyway; it was, after all, a name she hadn't ever heard before. That, and she just wasn't that great with names. But it wasn't more than two minutes later that Masaharu was leading both girls to his car, telling them to stay there.

Saige, of course, wasn't going to have any of that. She would have rather gone back inside her house than stay at some strangers car - she felt it more safe there, and at least inside her house she could change her clothes, and lend the other female some of her own clothes until she figured out what was going on. "My house would be a better choice than an inn..." she began, motioning towards the building not that far away. But it wasn't too much later that she found herself standing outside of his car, in the rain, watching a conversation between two males - one was Masaharu, and the other was a male who seemed quite out of place. She felt as if Masaharu was a good enough person, but the presence of this other male sent such chills down her spine. But she would not show her fear, and instead moved a bit more away from the car, slightly more towards the two males, though only by a few feet. She was still much further away from him that Masaharu was.

Crossing her arms across her chest, both for the defiant effect as well as to keep her slightly more warm, she watched the two converse. When the other male made a comment about the other girl being a princess, Saige couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. 'Well, I sure have gotten myself into something interesting...' she thought, glancing back towards the car. But the comment about bringing the girls head back got her a bit angry.

'Who's this guy think he is, coming up onto my property and cavorting around like he owns the place. There's no way he thinks he can get away with any of this, right? Its three against one...' she thought, a smirk beginning to form on her face. "Like hell he will..." she muttered to herself, watching the conversation continue.

The thing was, Saige was sure that they could all take this guy on. What she was unaware of, though, was what she had really gotten herself into.

Concordia: The Talk

Kiel's face immediately fell as Valius talked of Sorcha's escape, "What is one girl to our might? Even if she were to unite her brothers, a seemingly impossible task in and of itself, Valius, the four of them could not stand to the twelve of us." He paused to think for a moment as Valius talked of sending someone after the girl. He nodded, "I trust your judgment. And I do know of such a sell-sword in town as we speak. A rather infamous bounty hunter, if I might add. Reicha Sharite. I assume gold is not much of an option? I shall have the guards 'summon' her now. " He was serious now. Sorcha and her remaining kin were the only thing they had to fear. He had wanted to kill the girl, but Valius had other plans. Looks like plans changed, "Who, may I ask, brought all of this to your attention?"

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Concordia: A Pub

Reicha leaned back in her chair again and downed another glass of ale. Hands briefly lay upon her shoulders and turned her around, catching her completely by surprise, "Reicha Sharite, bounty hunter, your presence has been requested by his majesty."

Reicha simply shook the hand off, "I got no business with the king or his cronies." Her Relequistian accent was heavy, laying hard into the vowels and drawing out the harshness of the harder consonants.

The guard's fist crashed into her stomach, knocking the wind out of her, "I don't think you quite understand, milady. The King insists."

Reicha felt herself being supported as she was 'helped' from the bar, looking up with leery eyes at the castle, "I guess I don't really have a choice, then, do I?" Ooh, this was bound to be fun.

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Concordia: The Talk, a few minutes later.

Reicha was brought before Kiel and Valius, an indignant scowl planted on her face as she looked at the ruler of Concordia. She gave Kiel a somewhat irritated glare. Of course it was Kiel. It was always Kiel. She wondered what dirty, despicable, deplorable job she would be doing today. She had never met Valius in person, nor had Kiel ever mentioned her to the man before, though she recognized both men with ease, "This is an honor, being brought before the lord of all Concordia." There was faint sarcasm in her tone as she looked upon both men.

Earth: The Trouble with Scythe


As the man known as Masaharu Motoshima lead the two young women to his car, Sorcha felt a familiar presence close by; an evil one. Turning just her head, her worse fears are confirmed. Standing there was possibly the most demented being among the League of Twelve. His name was Scythe. How had he known about her escape? A thought occurred to her suddenly: had Malikye been caught? Oh, Gods, she surely hoped not! If anything befell him, Sorcha wouldn't know what to do. She sent a prayer back to the divine creatures of Concordia, asking them to watch over Malikye and to see that no harm was done to him.

As they approached Masaharu's car, Sorcha couldn't help but look upon it curiously. She'd seen such a monster in books she'd read in the Concordian library, books the League left carelessly available to the entire palace. During the nights, she would escape her chambers and spend hours upon hours in the vast library, learning as much as possible about the alternate dimension in the small amount of time given. Looking upon the real life thing was quite different. She reached out a hand and touched it, running a hand along the smooth exterior. It was magnificent, but how did it move? Didn't the books say the wonderful objects moved? Perhaps, she would find out soon enough. That is if they could escape Scythe.

Twirling around, Sorcha finds the man, Masarahu, approach Scythe, his sword held in one hand. What was he doing? Scythe would only kill him instantly! The Earth man was obviously naive of Scythe's power. She then noticed the girl move away from the monster and towards the impending battle. Sorcha had to stop this before anybody got hurt, but how? What could she possibly do to deter Scythe? Well, there was one thing. Remaining where she stood, she stared straight at Scythe and spoke to him using just her mind.

"Scythe, you are not welcome here. Leave this world and return to your master. Leave me in peace or else you will face the consequences." It was a poor effort, but she had to try something to keep these two Earth humans alive.

Sean's Estate

"Oof!" Was the sound Corissa made as Sean practically picked her up into a big, bear hug and carried her into the house. After being set back down on her own two feet, she leans to one side, folding her arms and watching him.
"I had a very not so productive day. Laid around the house, reading and staring out the window. I'd thought about going to the beach, but the weatherman predicted rain and for once, he was right.Are you hungry?" She smirked, taking his hand and leading her 'brother' into the kitchen. "Are you hungry? Come. You may sit at the table while I cook something up while you tell me about your day."

Earth

Scythe inched closer and closer. The anticipation was just feeding his blood lust further. He did stop as the Male stepped forward. He was near the road now, and within very few feet of the groups area. If he truly wished to close the gap, he could do it with relative ease at this distance. He found the group intriguing though. At least enough to merit a bit of toying with.

The Male was the closest, the female after him, and then the Princess taking up the rear. Two humans would stand in his way to save a complete stranger. Scythe barely understood why one would give their life to protect a so called loved one, let alone complete stranger. He didn't care though when it came down to it. All this meant was more prey to feed off of.

He stared at them for a moment until the corner of his left eye began to bleed from the continued use of his Omniscient Sight. A sadistic grin appeared on his face. He turned his attention to Masaharu. He deliberately ignored most of what the male asked him. "I thought I blended in quite nicely. Do Earthlings not utilize body armor?" He knew full well his appearance didn't fit that of Earth. It wasn't his first time sneaking here, he had to make sure his slave stayed in her place and did her job.

"I don't want any trouble" Scythe repeated in a mocking tone. "Too damn bad, you have trouble by the shitload now. My motive is of no importance. I am an enemy. You have but two choices. Give an effort to entertain me for a short while, or... DIE LIKE A DOG." Scythe grasped his weapon as it began to glow blood red. He twirled it in his right hand and brought it down upon the road in front of them. It cut through it like butter, and littered the field between them with rubble.

After that Scythe just brought his weapon back to both hands as the glowing stopped. His ability wasn't used without cost however. That was evident but a sudden wound opening on Scythe's right cheek. A small stream of blood poured from the wound down towards his chin. Without skipping a beat he wiped the side of his blade across the blood on his cheek. He brought the blood covered blade to his lips and licked it off.

He had still ignored both the unknown female, and the princess' words. He relished in the opportunity to show off his strength to a new set of victims. As his own blood dripped from his tongue he spoke once more. "Idle threats will get you nowhere princess. I am my own master, and I have no bounds as to what I may and will to. Do not try and lob me in with the rest of them. It is time the Earth sees the Demon I am on the battlefield. Only then can it tremble in fear... as I crush it into dust!!!"

Scythe turned his attention back to the one most close to him, Masaharu. He took note of one hidden hand while the other held his sword. It was either a trick or this male was far too confident in his skills with a blade. "Your blade cannot pierce Adurante. Halikair longs to feel the warmth of all of your blood drip from it. I can no longer bear the anticipation to taste the blood that will soon bathe Halikair. Now, come at me with everything you've got, or I will reap your soul and move onto the others in under a minute. It's your move, SO MAKE YOUR CHOICE!!!." He let out some kind of a howling screech to announce his preparedness for battle. He firmly grasped Halikair in both hands and waited for Masaharu to make the first move.

Concordia: Mount Arka

The heavy blizzard around Demetrius began to slowly fade, allowing the temperature to raise almost drastically. It was still very cold, but compared to the previous conditions, Demetrius found it to be comfortable. He stood up, wearing a white hooded cloak. It was perhaps the heaviest thing he wore, and he only wore it to blend in with his surrounding, rather than using it to escape the sheer embrace of the cold.

The man steadily made his down the mountain path, finding no need to rush his pace. He can completed his meditation, and would possibly be left with nothing to do. His fortress was about a quarter of a mile away. He could barely spot it off in the distance because of the heavy snowfall. He squinted his eyes and noticed someone running toward him. By the looks of it, the man was wearing the armor of his guard, but Demetrius remained cautious. The guard stopped in front of him and knelt down.

"My lord! We have just gotten word of an attack on a village, a half a day's walk from here. What are our orders?" Demetrius crossed his arms at his chest. The rest of the Twelve hadn't been doing much to stop these attacks on stray villages, and he himself found it a bit fruitless to save a village that had given him no benefits. But these attacks going unnoticed were troubling. It could have been a rise of rebels, but Demetrius could be to sure.

"Send fifty soldiers to the village as quickly as possible. Halt their movement, and find out what their motive is. When all is said and done, send three men back to deliver their message. The rest of you will exterminate the horde of barbarians." Demetrius continued on with no other words while the guard jogged past him to inform the soldiers of the orders. The soldiers armor was a deep blue with a white insignia that gave recognition to each soldiers rank.


Concordia: The Talk

Informing Kiel of what had happened would surely pass the time between them before this bounty hunter he spoke of arrived. "A guard came to me with the news... Unfortunately the one who sent him was none other than that wretched Scythe." Valius said this as if he was pained, and clenched his fist. "Scythe mustn't kill Sorcha! Making sure she doesn't reach her brothers is top priority. I also don't want to disturb the structure of the other world. I don't trust Scythe on his own, the more damage he causes to the world by breaking its scientific laws, the more the world will try to reject his existence. Using too much magic, or have too much contact with your own magical properties without the proper enchantment could exile you from both dimensions. People on the plain of the wrong world could be exiled as well. This is why I need someone who isn't so rash and uncaring of their actions." Vakius found it rather convenient for the bounty hunter to be presented right as he finished projecting his thoughts.

"I love the enthusiasm of this one." Valius said sarcastically to Kiel. Valius looked the woman over, circling her. "So you're the bounty hunter... Hmph, you look more like mistress that deceives kings with temptation." Valius commented rudely before looking the woman in the face. "I guess I'm hiring for your professional titled, and not your looks though." He said in a low tone. He grinned at the woman, loving how his seat of power made him feel like he could do and say what he pleased. "Tell me, what would you do for me if I offered you my castle's weight in gold?" Valius asked as he looked toward huge structure.


Sean's Estate: Taran's New Life

Sean was happy as long as Corissa was safe, even if she wasn't able to go out today. Corissa was the only family he had, and he would protect her with his life as he had done countless times. Being dragged to the kitchen by his younger sister made him chuckle, knowing that she was hungrier than he was. Corissa was a great cook, and a divine dish would really hit the spot after his day. He took a seat and exhaled as he readied himself to talk about the events of his day his day. Sean briefly remembered the first time he had told Corissa about his day the first time he had joined the ranks if the gang. That was five years ago, and it wasn't the best of things to reveal to your young sister who had no idea where the money to feed her was coming from. He thought that she would burst into tears, but she took his news surprisingly well. He never questioned her about her reaction, but was instead glad that his sister was able to handle him having a life in crime.

"Today went well. I was able to drive around in the Mercedes all day. I managed to make a quick drug deal, because of our new supplier. We're lacing everything now, even marijuana. Then I had to kill one of my men, Steve. I think you met him. Well, he was a cop, and I had to take him out. He actually pulled the gun out on me first. Before he could arrest me, he slipped, and that's when I got him." Sean explained. He had actually used his power that he kept secret to the world, even his sister. Then I drove around to collect the money people owed me." Sean stopped for a moment, realizing that he didn't hold back when telling his story. "I know the things I'm doing worry you... But I promise, when everything has settled, I'm gonna get us a house on an island somewhere in the Caribbean. Does that sound nice sis? I'll even let you choose the location." sean said trying to bring a little bit of cheerfulness out of her.

Far to the north

A quaint, somewhat large village was nesseled amongst the mountains. There village was spread out, filling up most of the area. Houses rose high, paved roads and such. There crop fields were bountifil and the lake gave them an ample supply of fresh water. Children could be seen running around and playing games, the men out in the fields, the windmill, or anywhere else they deemed they were needed. The women at home, nitting or gossiping amongst themselves. Everything was peaceful, races of all kinds had gathered there. Working together in unity and bliss. A little boy was playing tag with the other children, being IT at the moment, he was running away from them, laughing loudly. Running tot he edge of the large village he darted into the forest, even though it had been forbidden. Following his lead, the other children gave chase. The boy looked for a tree to hide behind, but instead saw a mass of shadows began gathering in front of him. He stood rooted to the spot, messmerized by eery sight. As the darkness dissipated, his eyes widened in terror. A horde of nightmarish creatures. A zombified Minotaur cocked it's one eye down at him. The boy could see it's rib cage, it's large still heart. It's massive jaws started trembling. The other children arrived just in time.....to see the Minotaur lunge forward and bite the top half of the boy clear off. As he chewed on it the lower half stumbled around before falling over.

The group of children screamed as one, unfortunately this drew the horde of undeads attention at them. The children turned to run and the undead gave chase. aS The children ran franticaly, they were quickly picked off. A little girl was run through by an animated skeloton, a boy was grabbed and ripped to bloody shreds by a zombie werewolf. There terro and agony filled screams echoed, eventually reaching the village. The populace gathered around the frest. The men at arms, inching slowly towards the entrance. A boy staggered out of the underbrush.

" Child whats going on?! " one of the men demanded. The boy just starred at them, his eyes were glossy and he swayed everso slightly " ...He-Help " he uttered barely above a whisper before his head was lopped off his head and sent flying . Landing at his mothers feet. She starred down at her sons decapitated head, a smile of suprise fixed on her face, before the reality of it hit her and she screamed. Her scream heraled by the undead. The burst out of the forest. The rest of the boys body was gobbled up by a zombie hippo. The villagers all screamed. The men lunged at the undead invaders, there weapons of pitchforks and spades all raised. The rest of them ran.

Over head Nazar was floating on a mass of darkness with wings. The smile on his face was calm but underneath a hellish intensity could be felt all the way down to the villagers. The soulless glee he took from the agonized screams, the gurgles of blood filled lungs, snapping of bone and squishing of organs. Nothing could compare.

The men stood no chance and were ripped apart. An undead elf dashined nimbly around the men, dissemboweling three in rapid succession, turning it's eyeless sockets away from there heaping organs. The horde spread through the village. The woman and children who tried to run were easily picked off. Minutes later Nazar descended down. His feet stepping in blood. The village was in ruin. Blood and gore splattered everywhere. Many of the bodies were torn beyond recognition. Nazar walked amongst them. Taking in the glorious death that surrounded him. Making him long to be in it's cold embrace. Breaking out of his blissful thoughts he commanded the darkness to sweep throught the village and transport everybody, scrap of flesh, and puddle of blood back to his castle.

His commended his army on there glorious display. Telling them again and again how much he cherished them. He felt a tugging on his cloak and looked down into the face of a young woman. The left side of her body was bitten off, he wondered how she was still living. Cradled in her arms was an infant. He wondered how she was still alive, but then remembered an insects tenacity for life. Her mouth moved sluggishly, she managed to utter the words " Save....my babe " Nazar just stared at her. Finally he reached down and plucked the infant out of her arms. Holding it up, he inspected it. Male, and only two weeks old. He shrugged, his jaw expanding out past normal and snapped the childed up, cheweing carefully. Infants tasted particularly delightful, the soft flesh that just sets in. The young mother uttered a gurgled scream before passing. Nazar wiped his mouth and snapped his fingers teleporting back to his castles, through the shadows.

Concordia: The Talk

Kiel nodded, "Yes, I figured it would be Scythe. He has a nose for these things. I can't say I'm entirely envious of his little expedition, though. Earth Dwellers are so...squishy. Hardly a match for one of our caliber. And dimensional exile is a tad unpleasant sounding. But he knows all of this. He actions are his own. It would be tragic to see one of us go to sheer blood lust. Embarrassing even. No matter." As they finished talking, the guard brought Reicha in and she and Valius exchanged words.

Reicha grimaced at the thought of pleasuring a man, especially some sleazy human lord, with her body. She shuddered with clear discomfort and shook her head and thought, 'If you were to give me your entire castle's weight in gold, I would put it between us, like a wall, and pray that it held you at bay long enough for me to escape. Or maybe I would crush you with it's sheer weight.' Aloud, she replied, "Looks are hardly important in my profession, your Majesty. The mark will not even see my face past my mask, so what does it matter anyway? As for the gold, I would kill or capture however many whomevers his Majesty desired. Depending on which paid more." She was glad her mouth and nose were hidden behind her mask, because she was grimacing, "But I'll assume you simply jest about so much gold. All I need is a name, maybe a location, and the preferred status of the bounty. Dead or Alive? And the true pay, of course, to see if the hunt is worth my time."

Kiel spoke up, "I assure you, Valius, she is more than capable of getting this job done. As I said, she is rather infamous, looks or not. And she would mostly blend with the squishy fleshlings of Earth, don't you think? Besides, she's the best sell-sword available for now, unless you would rather trust this to one of these incompetent guards. Or heaven forbid, Scythe. And she has worked for us before, or at least, for me before. And she knows the price of failure. Don't you Reicha?" As he said this, he grabbed Reicha's chin and pointed her face towards himself. She let out a hiss and a bit of poison dripped from her teeth, but it harmlessly dripped off Kiel's hand, "Yes, we understand each other quite well, don't we, kitten?"

Reicha bit her tongue and swallowed Kiel's shit. The sooner she could get this stupid bounty over with, the faster she could hopefully be rid of this land. She knew stopping here was a bad idea, but nooooo, never listen to the little voice in your head, Reicha, that's smart. Could have gone north, or hell, even back south would have been better, but she stopped here. Of course. The Tirelan worked in mysterious ways. Or so her father had said.

Earth: Encounter with Scythe

Masaharu stood as the man known as Scythe inched closer. He carefully studied his every move, his mind piecing together some kind of tactic that could be used. He noticed the giant scythe and knew that he had a range advantage and also, after seeing what it could do to the road, he knew what he had to do. He took his other hand out of his pocket and gripped his sword tightly, his knuckles turning white.

'Ok, Mas, you can do this. Just think of it as sparring but tenfold,' he thought to himself. He slowly stepped forward, his other hand still in his pocket. His breathing, despite the situation, was steady and calm, his body was crying out to run but his mind said otherwise. He glanced back at the girls behind him then back to Scythe. "You girls stay there." He closed the gap between him and Scythe, standing a mere five feet away and stopped. 'Right now you have a slight advantage. His weapon is too big to use at this range.'

He closed his eyes briefly and took in a breath before opening them again, lashing out, he threw a left hook at Scythe's face all his weight going into the blow, his other hand bringing up his sword to use as a shield. He shifted his body as he landed and jumped into the air, his right knee aimed at Scythe's midsection. Speed, agility and a bit of luck was what he needed at this point.

mistake

another mistake (I blame the site for freezing)