Damascus Lion.'s Story

"Thank you very much Your Grace."I was telling on a calm tone while looking at him.It was very strange for him to invite so late at his home but still maybe it was something important.When my personal advisor told me i could not believe him in fact i didn't wanted to believe him."What are you serious?"I ask him again."Yes Damascus an rebellion.They have destroyed Skyfall and Crystacia.This city must keep it's neutrality of our city my advisor said to me.I was so nervous he was interesed only in Yeveen and not the others but i was interesed in that moment more about me then the others."Ragnarok when you became an idiot?They don't and shall not care about the neutrality of this city,i am leaving Yeveen right now."The man scaried get up from his chair then tryed to stop me by telling something that i never wanted to hear from me"Damascus don't leave.You are an assassin,and my source of money."The old man told me."Your source you old bastard?For decades we work together.You are giving me the informations about my targets and i eliminate them not you i kill them."How did he dared to call me source,source of money.But it was true.Althrough i was payed with an sum of money i always thinked that he received more money for the clients that we had.I look at him one more time before telling him"I am leaving Yeveen,i shall go to Crystacia.I can't let this city to fall,i already losted Zonia one centhury ago i don't want to lose my second home." As i was preparing to leave his house the fool tried again to stop by telling me"Damascus listen to me i am your advisor.If you leave now you shall have nothing,all of your money will dissapear,you will become an beggar."Ragnarok with his words annoyed me.I am taking out my crossbow then with one single arrow in his leg shooted,he starts to scream."You chicken.At least it was a normal arrow and not a fire one.Anyway i am leaving and from this moment you are not my advisor."I said to him then i leaved his house.This decision was something that would cost me very much things but i was ready to sacrifice all the money that i had,my home in Yeveen,only to protect this city.The city which gave me everything.But in the other cities the Zonian Hunter as it was my nickname,was looked for killing of all the ambassadors and diplomats who came in Yeveen,trying to get this city out from their neutrality.But as Ragnarok advised me i killed all of them.It was something risky to go in Crystacia,because there if i would have been catched there were some chances that i would end up executed or hanged for my crimes but it was an risk that i was going to assume it.And so i leaved Yeveen at midnight,maybe i was considered crazy for not leaving on daylight but i really wanted to reach Crystacia.It was a good point of starting and i was hoping that i could find talented peoples there.

"I can't believe what i did.I am walking alone midnight to Crystacia."I said in my mind while carefuly walking.My crossbow was ready in case that i would have been ambushed by an robber.Then i hear a scream at an unknowed distance,it was usual into an forest during midnight to be ambushed but i wondered who was ambushed and if that person was still alive.Following the location of the scream i reach in that place after a few minutes.At the first because of the darkness i couldn't see very good but i heared a small children crying.When i approached him i was that his mother was killed.She had an sword in her chest and i realized that this boy was her children but why did she walked in the forest during midnight without no one to protect her."Mother wake up,wake up!:The children was telling to her,while having tears in his eyes.The poor didn't knowed that his mother would never get up from the ground.Maybe i was an assassin but i wasn't going to let an children into a forest."Boy come she is dead.""But my mother."The little boy told me."I am going to Crystacia and you shall come with me.And you shall come with me.Understood?"Then i tried to calm him and after that i offered him some food and water.Later as i tried to speak with him i found out from him that he and his mother where going to Crystacia just like me,where their father an captain of that city was waiting for me,and that they were from Yeveen althrough the boy recognized me after a few minutes.Everyone from Yeveen knowed me since i was rewarded personaly by the ruler of that city for the missions that i have done in order to keep the city's neutrality.But in the others cities i was wanted and catalogued as an dangerous criminal.As we travelled i realized that if this children shall go with me to Crystacia the guards shall believe that i kidnaped and killed his mother.But again i had luck as i meet merchants going to Crystacia.After i told them the story about how i found this children and after i told the boy"Tell to this mens who is your father so that they shall take you to him.And goodbye."Maybe it wasn't good that i did this thing but i could not enter in that city with an little boy.Hours passed and the sun appeared on the sky.And i reached Crystacia after long hours that really tired me.I had to enter the city without to be spotted and the ocasion was there.After i bribed an human with some gold he allowed me to hide in his cart.There was impossbile for the guards to see me and with this metod i succesfuly entered the city.I thanked to that man then i started walking not knowing where should i go.But that man fearing that i shall kill him told about me to the soldiers and so i found myself surrounded by dozen of soldiers prepared to attack me.At the same time peoples gathered and i was sure that other peoples maybe even assassins could gather as the soldiers shouted"The Hunter is here,the Zonian Hunter is here!"

This problem.I had an solution to let them capture me or to kill and then to hide.I choosed to kill them.As my arrors flyed toward their targets inspiring fear into their hearts.After killing a dozen of them i managed to run and escaped a posibile execution.Another strange thing that i heard from the soldiers where the rebels.They thinked that i was sent by the rebels so the posibility of an execution if i would have been catched were bigger.With the help of my experience as an assassin i managed to get an black robe and capeI used the robe and the cape in order to avoid easier the soldiers,then as i entered an tavern i managed to find someone who knowed an secret path to the palace althrough it costed me very much gold.An elf showed me an place into the market square.At first the horrible smell came to me imediately.I asked him"What is with this path?"He answered me"This path is used for the healers, it can bring you into the palace faster then any other way.But it is rarely used so as you can see the rats have made this underground path their new home."After i heard his explanation i told to myself"Maybe someone from his family worked as an healer.But still i told to myself that after i shall reach to the palace this guy shall be dead.After a few minutes we reached in front of a stone wall.After he pressed a few bricks the door opened.Then he told me"Now you are alone."As the elf was leaving i told to him"I know and goodbye."I told him then i shooted an arrow in his head killing him. Then i started exploring the palace and also avoiding the guardians who were patrolling.A strangely thing that i observed was that the number of the guards who were patrolling was strangely high i started to ask myself if something happed and if that thing had an connection with the so called rebels.

"I was in the palace not knowing what to do.It was like a little game where i the rat infiltrated the heart of the enemy."As i was walking in the palace my scope was to find the throne room.Something that wasn't since since the gaurd were always patrolling at an exact time in very large numbers.In case that someone would spot me i had an idea.It was an idea which could put my life in danger but if the guards would discover that i had to infiltrate the palace then the plan was simply.Shoot with huge fire arrows in everything from the palace that burns easily.So i would sett an fire inside the palace.Something like this would kill many peoples but it was the only solution i got in mind in order to escape as quick as possible if i would have been discovered.

Talon V'lyn

As predicted it didn't take long to get the city in order and he was sure that Locien had plans for helping the citizens. So he made his way back to the barracks, working his way through the city as the sun was passing it's midday point. He glanced up to the sky and calculated that if things went as planned, they would be back in Skyfall by dusk. Talon returned his attention to the street ahead of him and as he looked down the street suddenly curled in on itself and he felt a wave of nausea hit him. Stumbling slightly, he reached out his hand and braced himself against the wall next to him.

With a soft groan he shut his eyes tightly and pressed his hand against his forehead. After a moment, he opened his grey-blue eyes again and looked up slowly. Nothing spun, and he felt steady once more. Unsure of what had happened in that instance, Talon took another few minutes before starting back on his trek to the barracks.

What's the matter, Talon?

Nothing. I think I'm just tired, haven't slept for two days now.

Perhaps it is better to spend the night here than chance Skyfall.

No, we need to go back.

Talon, Vy's voice was thick with exasperation.

Another night isn't going to kill me, Talon replied in irritation.

No but if you were to be caught in a fight with another of these 'True Dragons' they would surely kill you.

Talon ground his teeth, but he knew that his dragon had a point. With a roll of his eyes, he finally consented to Vy's suggestion. The silver creatures relief at his agreement was clearly felt through their connection. Slowly, the assassin made his way back to the barracks as the sun was growing lower and lower in the sky. The heat of the day began to fade as well, and Talon welcomed the chill. His body felt overly hot and by the time he entered the area where he'd left Locien and Jennifer, he was sweating profusely.

I've found something pecular, my little assassin, Vy perked up.

Talon didn't even find the strength to be bothered by his dragons pet name for him, What is it?

It seems there's been an uninvited visitor to the palace and he's causing quite the stir.

Bring him, have Locien deal with him, Talon said wearily.

Without saying a word to the dark elf, he sought out an empty bed and let his body fall limply into it. In a matter of minutes he was unconscious in the throws of sleep. His dreams were filled with fire and ice. No matter what he did, he was either freezing or burning up. In the distance he could barely hear Vy's voice trying to call him back from his sleeping state, but he couldn't heed the orders, only slipping further into his fitful sleep.

"I can wait.Maybe i should set an fire.Yes a great fire that could destroy this palace."I told to myself as i was eager to do something.Something that would kill the ones inside the palace and shock the others.Something so great but not knowing where to start a fire so that would die many mens i continued to walk in the palace.As i was walking in the palace like my own house i heard two guards approaching.


"Very interesing conversation but momentaly i want so much to kill something.You two are next"
I said this thing in my mind while carefuly sneaking at their back i managed to shoot with an great aim two arrows in their heads killing them.I looked at the unfortunate guards and then i scream"All of you must die!"
Maybe the crossbow made me again to kill as it did back then when i acquired it.


I wanted so much to set an fire.I was thirst after such an eveniment so after not being able to abtain i opened the first door that i saw.Inside it it was an young man who sleeped."Let us see if you shall escape from an possible death."I told to myself then i shooted one fire arrow into a random location of the room.Slowly but surely the fire was spreading in the room.Them i exited the room that could become the grave of that young and stayed near an wall at a few meters away from the room.I wanted to see if he would escape or not and i didn't had any intention of killing.I was just curios and wanted to see with my one eyes if he could escape the fire.

Locien grabbed for the nearest bucket of water the moment the familiar scent of smoke came to his nostrils and ran to the area Talon was at and tossed water onto the flames nearest to him before running and grabbing another bucket and throwing it on the fire again. "Talon! Get up you! Someone decided to smoke us out!"

"There's an uninvited Elf here Locien. you should hunt for him." Zoron's voice penetrated his Master's mind like a steel trap. Locien winced as he threw another bucket onto the fire making sure it was small enough for him to stamp out with one of his boots.

"What if the person is after me huh?! 'Pride of the Seeker' ring any bells?!" Locien retorted as he drew his sword. "Whoever wanted to do that nearly endangered all these injured people here." Locien said to himself, "That means they have no care on who gets hurt and who doesn't. Scum like that reminds me of that slime. That slime...."

"Locien, I know who you're thinking about but don't make your blood boil, you'll end up tapping into the amulet's secrets again. That's dangerous!" Zoron warned. "Speaking of who you're talking about Locien, if we ever see Soran again can I eat the rest of him?"

By the time Zoron mentioned the name 'Soran', however, Locien's eyes narrowed visibly as a scowl crossed his face. He tapped the ground in a pattern with his sword as several soldiers run in and were asking all sorts of questions about the smoke they smelled. "We have a pyromaniac loose. Don't know if we'll catch him, but I bet he knows something about the Black Magi that attacked the city. I'd like to just talk to him or maybe even pool our assets and solve this rebel business together." Locien stated, his scowl turning into a very ticked off frown. "If not, We let him leave, but if he sets another fire as he leaves I expect to see him in the dungeon." The Guards nodded as they started to leave the room. "In chains, preferably." Locien added right before they closed the door.

Locien sighed as he looked once more to the skies. "Soran, if you are still alive, may your bones wither." He muttered to himself angrily as he shoved his sword back in it's sheath and examined his boot. "Burnt, and such an expensive leather too."

Rania was watching Locien throughout the time and thought about what he said. "One, whose Sorran, and he cares THAT much about his boots? What a sissy of a Dark Elf."

While looking at the elf i told him"Your friend was really lucky."I said to the elf.
That fire it was something so great i surely got their attention and now i should be able to speak with them.Yeveen was extremely important and i didn't want to find out that the city was attacked while i leaved.I never meet an rebel so i had no idea about their abilites and how hard is to kill one of them.

"Hey boy do you know about the rebels?And one more thing,what are the chances of an possible attack in Yeveen? asked the elf directly.I wanted to know as much about this thread and also to be sure that my home it wasn't in danger.Then feeling uncomfortable with the helmet inside a building i took it out.So now they could saw my dark skin and red eyes.
There where dark elfs like me but not elfs with red eyes and crossbows especialy not this crossbow.If they ever heard about the Zonian Hunter then they could recognize me very easily.But still after a few minutes thinking that in the other cities i am a wanted criminal i decided to tell them who am i"I hope that you aren't going to make the Zonian Hunter to wait.I need answers and i need them now."I said on a calm tone.

I knew that once they found out that i was the Zonian Hunter they had two options.One,to speak with me or two to order the guard to throw me in the dungeon and then to decide my life.But even if there were high chances that i could die i had to assume this risk for the peoples of Yeveen.Protecting their lifes was more important then protecting my own life.

Talon V'lyn

"Talon! Get up you! Someone decided to smoke us out!"

He startled awake, his body burning up. He looked around in a daze as Locien came right next to him and threw water in his direction. Curling up with one arm over his head, he winced slightly at his muscles pulling the cut across his shoulder blade. When no water splashed across him, but he heard the sound, he looked up curiously to see what Locien was aiming at. Turning he spotted the flames that were rising in the corner of the barracks. Steam rose up from where the dark elf threw the water. He did it twice and then stamped at the fire, effectively putting it out.

Slowly he pushed himself up from the bed, fighting off the dizzy feeling that filled him. Getting to his feet he reached into his clothes and pulled out a couple of throwing knives. Turning to Locien he called to him, "What the hell is going on?" However, that question was answered for him as the culprit of the fire came out from the shadows.

"Your friend was really lucky," the man said to Locien. Talon could only assume that the dark armored male was talking about him, so he turned to the intruder and leveled his weapons towards him.

"You'll regret aiming for me," Talon growled in anger. He threw both knives at the man, but his aim was off which surprised him. One knife went way off to the right, the other one barely glancing off the man's shoulder armor. To add to it, his imposing sight was brought down as another wave of dizziness struck him and he had to reach out and grasp the side of a table to keep himself upright.

Are you alright, my assassin?

Fine, Talon growled back in response, angry at his show of weakness and confused as to what was wrong with him.

I think this is more than just weariness...

The assassin ignored the words and kept his gaze on the newcomer. Still he continued to talk to Locien, which had Talon frowning in response, "Hey boy do you know about the rebels? And one more thing, what are the chances of a possible attack in Yeveen? I hope that you aren't going to make the Zonian Hunter wait. I need answers and I need them now."

"Nothing that would pertain to you," Talon replied coldly, "And you can bet that Yeveen will be attacked at some point," then he raised an eyebrow, his scar stretching across his eye as he did so, "Zonian Hunter?" Slowly, Talon's gaze narrowed and he took a step backwards towards Locien, "Locien, I don't suppose you've heard of the Zonian Hunter have you? If not, he's an assassin without a leader. No codes, no honor. More a murderer than an assassin, Riena doesn't even acknowledge him. This is your city now, but I advise taking him in irons," Talon finished, flicking his gaze to the taller dark elf next to him.

Soran Keel

A day from Crystacia

The trail was worn, dirt kicking up beneath his booted feet as he walked slowly. Twin blades swung at his side, their heavy weight nothing to him as he moved. Blood stained his black clothing, a sickening smile twisting his lips as his eyes glowed with pure pleasure. Behind him in the distance was an elven female lying in a pool of her own blood. She had been a scout for one of the tribes in the forest that he skirted along. The dark elf tribes were somewhere in the depths of the forest, and Crystacia was not but a day from him.

Far beyond recognition from his blades, he'd worked out of her some details of the past few days. The usual hunting grounds of the tribes as they moved about in the forest, the goings on with the council and finally he'd managed to get her to tell him of the Pride of the Seeker. The dark elf he was hunting had passed through the same area before going off into the forests to lose some rag tag band of bandits or something like that. Soran didn't care, all he cared was he was finally on Locien's trail. It had taken him several years to get to where he was, the thrill of it nearly overcoming him. He worked down his excitement though as his twisted mind thought of how he was going to put the dark elf through hell before killing him.

Over the years, Soran had convinced himself that Locien was the one in the wrong. He had taken the woman from him in the first place and that it was only his right to take her back. That it was Locien who had forced him to kill the elven beauty. Soran's corrupted thoughts twirled around the man who'd put him down, taken away his rights to be in the tribe and caused him to turn to the dark magic that now pulsed through is body. However, all was not to be scorned. Soran did thank the man for one thing. If he hadn't of been exiled, he wouldn't have found the power that he did, and he wouldn't have become as strong as he was right then.

To that extent, his lips pulled into a wider smile, his tongue slipping from behind his teeth to curve along his lips. Each step brought him closer to the Pride of the Seeker. Every passing minute brought him closer to the screaming sounds of one dying at his hands. Soran believed himself a God, one who decided who lived and who died. Locien was going to die.

"I'm only here to bring relief to this city boy until any heir to Queen Fae's throne is arranged for." Locien stated. "Zonian Hunter or not, he's still only wanting answers to this 'True Dragons' cult the same as we."

Locien looked at the man who claimed to be the Zonian hunter square in the eyes. "Besides, if what my father used to say about him is true, he's been living and breathing in this world for over a century same as my father. Maybe he knows the meaning of this 'True Dragon' these Magi are talking about."

"Why are you just going to trust him Locien?! He could kill us all if he wanted to if Talon's right-" Rania protested as she sat up on her bed rubbing her shoulder.

"Hush Rania." Locien stated. "You just asked me, why I am not amongst my own kind. What did I tell you?" Locien interrupted. "I'll trust him, until he decides to raise his sword against me because of what I am about to say next." Locien then pulled his amulet to the point where the signet was easily read in the moonlight. "Zonian Hunter, correct? I am Locien Kestal, Son of Maelthra Kestal of the Tok'nowe Alliance. I am also known as the Pride of the Seeker."

At those words Locien turned to Talon. "After what I said about myself Lord V'lyn, am I also a dangerous person?" Locien asked softly, "Am I a monster?"

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"Hmph, I won't attack him yet, but he will pay for your death soon my Brother..." the Dark Elven Female said before she leaped off of the tree she was in and just walked casually into the chaotic city, moving through the shadows to wait for a perfect opportunity to attack her quarry. She softly smiled at the thought of when she'll ambush him.

Day had turned to night and Jennifer was back within the confines of the barracks by the time the sunny rays of light had disappeared beyond the horizon, leaving only rays of darkness instead of sunlight, pouring through the windows. A chilly breeze permeated the air in the elven barracks, ushered in from the outside whenever the large doors to the building opened, receiving the cold winds whirling outside. It prompted her to seek out steal a blanket as she passed by the infirmary once more, wrapping the warm material around her slender frame like a cloak. The infirmary’s smell was nauseating, reeking of wet pus and dried blood mixed with antiseptic, but it was busy nonetheless. Doctors and nurses rushed to and fro, checking and attending to patients. Some of the injured were even fit enough to exchange lively banter with the person next to them; others looked like they wouldn’t live through the night. All of them, every single one, had one thing in common. Misery. It was the one thing they all shared and seeing them tugged at her sharp features, curving her lips into full smile.

As she made her way out of the infirmary she navigated herself towards the side rooms, spotting numerous armed guards rushing down the corridor ahead of her. She guessed that minor conflicts where still rife amidst the city, whether it be from the rebels or the criminals though remained to be seen. She shifted sidewards to allow them to pass but their nonchalant chatter pricked her ears, their words piquing her interest.

“Another assassin in the west wing, two men are reported dead.”

Her grin widened as she smelt the undeniable hallmarks of trouble, the type of trouble she enjoyed.



"Am I a monster?"

“Who knows, but maybe you’re stupider than you look,” a harsh, feminine voice mocked Locien from the shadows.

Jennifer slithered into the room then, a poisonous existence that seemed to turn the atmosphere of the barracks stale. Her pose was casual as she appeared by the doorway, a blanket still wrapped around her shoulders. Her arms and body leaned against the masonry wall as she grinned widely at them all.

“Fancy seeing you all here, I thought I’d come checkout the act, but it seems there’s a whole play here instead,” Jennifer commented cheerily before raising an eyebrow towards the other dark elf, “If he only wanted answers he wouldn’t have killed the guards,” she spoke of the guards informally, as if the notion of dead people was utterly inconsequential to her. She stretched her arms outwards and yawned then, as if she were already bored of their conversation. “But still, being so obviously bias towards your own kind is a rather unsightly trait Locien,” she chided him wickedly.

Talon V'lyn

"After what I said about myself Lord V'lyn, am I also a dangerous person? Am I a monster?" Locien said as he dismissed his words and gave him a sour look. Talon on the other hand only turned his gaze away to look back at the Zonian Hunter. What the dark elf had said did make sense, the armored man before them did only want to know about the True Dragons and the attacks on the cities. However, what didn't sit right with the assassin was why the hunter went through all that trouble just to 'gain their attention'. There were easier ways to do that, and it didn't involve trying to kill another man.

"No," Talon replied softly, "You're not a monster, doesn't make you any less dangerous either, but you haven't tried to kill me just because you can. That's where I'm drawing the line, Locien," he finished turning back to look at the taller man. A wave of nausea hit him and he bit his tongue to fight it back just as he heard the cold voice of a very familiar woman.

“Fancy seeing you all here, I thought I’d come checkout the act, but it seems there’s a whole play here instead. If he only wanted answers he wouldn’t have killed the guards. But still, being so obviously bias towards your own kind is a rather unsightly trait Locien,” Jennifer said, her voice clearly showing her feelings towards the scene before her. Stretching her arms out over her head, she put on the facade of being utterly bored, to which Talon rolled his eyes.

"Where have you been?" He asked her without really expecting an answer. Sweat was beading on his face, his body still overly hot. He took a deep breath, feeling his chest slightly tighter than it was before. At the back of his mind he worried about what was wrong, but still concluded that he was just over worked and in desperate need of more sleep.

Talon, the elven girls dragon is under attack by another black dragon. I think it's the last one, but I'm on my way to help him.

Good, the assassin replied shortly, Have you spotted any other mages in the city?

No. Things should be just fine here. Talon, Vy's voice told him that the great silver dragon was worried about something.

What is it?

You should get those cuts looked at. The mages words to you have me worried. You're not yourself right now.

What gave you that idea? Talon replied sarcastically, I missed the damn hunter... I never miss.

I know.

I'm just tired, Vy. Those cuts are nothing but scratches. They'll heal in time. After you dispatch that dragon, we leave for Skyfall.

The dragon sighed heavily but didn't respond or fight back. Talon turned his attention back to the others. His gaze fell on Locien first, "Vy is taking care of the last dragon out there. Once he's done I'm leaving for Skyfall. Perhaps I can find documentation on an heir for you there as well."

"Where have you been? Vy is taking care of the last dragon out there. Once he's done I'm leaving for Skyfall. Perhaps I can find documentation on an heir for you there as well."

Talon’s question twisted a small smirk which Jennifer directed at the assassin’s face of displeasure. Noticing the cold moisture still caking his cheeks, Jennifer’s smirk grew into another full smile as she revealed her dangerous side once more. Plastering on an innocent face as she strode up to Talon, Jennifer reached out and ran her hands across his shoulder.

“I only did what you asked me to do, you did tell me to stay here after all,” Jennifer responded coyly, her fingers spreading over his corded muscle and feeling the tension bristling throughout his entire body. She applied a firm pressure through her arms then, gently moving her wrists to massage him.

“And shouldn’t I be the one asking you that? Look at you, coming back here without informing me, all tired and covered in injuries,” she frowned from behind. As Jennifer continued, her eyes looked over the wound on his back, imitating the appearance of a lost child reunited with their guardian. “Knowing you, you probably didn’t even have these looked at did you?” she hummed, her words taking on a whimsical tone.

One of her hands lost their grip as she rolled a finger down the assassin's shoulder blade and trace over his spine, weaving her magic though her arm and healing the wounds. The cuts healed at an unnatural pace, the skin reforming and closing over the wound like it had never been dealt. “Looks like you took quite the beating too, a rather fearsome opponent as well judging from your wounds. Did they leave mid-way and spare your life again? It must rankle deeply to be looked down upon by so many of your enemies…” Her taunts continued ceaselessly. If ever there was a word called restraint, it was completely lost on Jennifer. Her acidic voice rose closer to him as Jennifer tip-toed on her feet in order to whisper in his ear, “How can you possibly avenge you’re father if you can’t even deal with the stragglers?”

Talon V'lyn

Jennifer's smile sent chills down his spine, though it might have been a little bit of his weariness and her cold smile that did it. She walked up to him, her body swaying lightly as she moved. Her fingers reached out and stretched across his shoulders, sending another chill down him. Her fingers dug deep into his muscles, working in slow circles to ease his tension. Talon fought her every step of the way, though his muscles did loosen at her touch.

“And shouldn’t I be the one asking you that? Look at you, coming back here without informing me, all tired and covered in injuries. Knowing you, you probably didn’t even have these looked at did you?”

He rolled his eyes at her though he knew she couldn't see him from where she stood behind him, "They're nothing to worry about," he said coldly, trying to push her off him, but then her finger ran down his back right between his shoulder blades. He could feel the cuts healing quickly and he felt strangely better. With an eyebrow arched he took a deep breath to assess his own body.

“Looks like you took quite the beating too, a rather fearsome opponent as well judging from your wounds. Did they leave mid-way and spare your life again? It must rankle deeply to be looked down upon by so many of your enemies… How can you possibly avenge you’re father if you can’t even deal with the stragglers?” Jennifer stretched up behind him, sliding her body up against him once more and leaning into his ear to whisper the last part. Whirling around, he snatched her wrist in his strong grip and pulled her right up to him, his eyes narrowed dangerously. His jaw was firmly set as he glared down at her, his other hand itching to pull out a weapon, but he knew that she would want that.

"Don't tempt me," he growled softly to her only.

The dragon has been dealt with, Talon, Vy cut in gently.

"We're leaving, Vy is ready." Turning, Talon looked to Locien, "I'll be back here sometime tomorrow." Without releasing Jennifer's wrist he turned and left the barracks without another word to either the dark elf or the armored hunter. He made his way out to the courtyard area where Vy came down and landed, making the earth shake slightly under his weight. Finally he released her and mounted his dragon. Turning, he offered his hand to her once again, though his irritation was still clearly painted on his face.

"Correct i am the Zonian Hunter.But you,you are impressive.I want to help you but still i don't go anything about the rebels."Thinking to the boy who throwed the knifes i told to myself "Another assassin."While thinking about what Locien told the True Dragon i started to think and so my mind was back in time.Back at the moment of destruction."

Destruction of the Zonian the moment when i became alone forevor."Barthomel that bastard"I scream nervously.I remembered what he told me in that day.Something that i only locked in me but never forgot it.Then i told this thing to him the thing that Barthomel told to me after he destroyed Zonia.After i was left alone. "I am the true dragon of this world.Those who stand against me shall perish."As i was looking at him i didn't knowed if he would believe me or not because i knew this thing about Barthomel but i didn't heard about the rebels until recently.

"You see boy you don't know how it is to be alone in this world.I lost not my parents but my entire nation so you don't know my pain,the pain in my heart,anyway.maybe this cult is related with Barthomel."I told to Locien on a serious tone.I didn't lyed me not only he was from the Kestal clan but also because i didn't had anything to hide.I has hoping that he would suggest me that we to work together against this new threat knowed as the rebels.

Locien listened to Talon as he said he'd go to investigate Skyfall for more clues and possibly learn about a possible heir to Crystacia's throne. "Alright Talon, but be careful and come back as soon as you're able. Then all of us will journey to the other Reigning Cities, Both Ro'ell and Laowlee, to make sure their not about to crumble at the Cultists' feet."

"Sounds like a good plan Locien." Rania stated from her bed. She felt funny because she hasn't heard back from Azmirian in awhile, she was worried that the dragon got himself in a pickle.

"Locien, Rania's dragon is having troubles, Shall I help him?" Zoron asked his master as he flew towards Azmirian's location.

"Please do. As long as both he and Rania recuperate at a good rate, we'll be able to leave and find more answers to this whole mess in the other cities." Locien said to his dragon before turning his attention to the Zonian Hunter, who blurted out the name Barthomel and quoted a story his father told him. "So Barthomel, a dragon who was supposedly dead for a hundred years, has something to do with this?" Locien asked quickly before the Hunter stated how he saw what this dragon could do. "Okay so the two things might be connected if the rebels call themselves the True Dragons, however, since we're probably on the same side about this if they are connected, I suggest we pool our assets and solve this mess together."

Locien then turned to walk out to the balcony to look at the city. "Just think on it Hunter. If you don't want to work together I'll respect that."

"Ok Locien i shall work with you.But be aware of something.Soon someone who serves Barthomel shall appear.
The Bounty Hunter of Assassins.He is knowed as The Dragon's Scourge and because he eliminated assassins he can enter in every city he wants since he worked and works for rulers of the city knowed person .I on the other side for the crimes i have made i must infiltrate into a city."
For him it does not matter if an assassin is a good person or an evil one.
That elf is killig all of us.That elf is connected to Barthomel since he sold his soul to the dragon one centhury ago so the rebels have a connection to him.
Very few know the elf who considers us a prey.We must work together in order to kill this Bounty Hunter.And about your friend,the Bounty Hunter could be in Skyfall trying to kill him.So please help me to kill this elf when he shall come after us after all of us."


Maybe it was something strange for an assassin to know what was fear.Because i meet him.Strangely for him he invited me to drink a tea with him.He has so much manniers and is an honorable person since he announced me that day that I shall fight with him.We meet 20 years ago.The Dragon's Scourge for the first time in my life back then i felt a strange sentiment.Fear of death but also he continously gained reputation and is knowed as a public figure for his sevices and because he worked to rulers of the city.I was hoping that Locien would help me to kill him.The Dragon's Scourge needed to die.And if the rebels were claiming to be true dragon and serving a true dragon maybe they were planning something for Barthomel.They represented a small danger but the Bounty Hunter was a greater threat.A threat who must be killed.

Locien listened carefully to the Zonian hunter's words about a potential threat coming after them. "Well I've tossed numerous would be pursuers off my trail before, I can do it again. Since the beginning of my thirty years of wandering, I became a popular target for several clans of assassins. I bet you as soon as these Rebels figure out who I am they'll want a piece of me too." he stated with a chuckle. "I have ways of dealing with these types of people, keep em off my scent, or just plain old do em in."

"Speaking of such trivial matters," Zoron cut into Locien's explanation. "I have another dark elf's scent. Female posssibly."

"Ugh probably a member of Selian Clan's seducer unit." Locien thought. "Keep on the scent let me know if it's getting closer." With a sigh Locien placed his dark hands on the banister of the balcony. He looked to the skies and closed his eyes to take in the night air and breathe in the memories of his life before, when he wasn't wandering. When his beloved was still in the living world, and he followed his orders without question.

Then the thought of his one equal came to mind, his best friend from the Pyren Clan. Zankora Pyren. he half wished their assignments didn't clash that day. He fought and killed his only friend, other then his Beloved. But even then, when he returned from that assignment, things turned ever worse. Clenching his hands on the banister till they turned pale purple, his face nearly turned to one of fury. The Amulet on his neck seemed to react slightly, as the signet slowly tried to glow around the writing.

"Mister Kestal?" Rania asked politely. "Are you okay?" Locien snapped open his eyes as he slowly started to pant. The amulet's attempt at glowing faded away with it as he turned to her.

"I'm fine. Just fine. Make sure your dragon recovers. As soon as Talon gets back, we leave for either Ro'ell or Laowlee." Locien stated as he walked back into the building.

"Azzy, I know your shielding me, You're going to be in big trouble if I see you messed up badly." Rania stated in her mind.

---
"Drezia curse it! That green dragon almost spotted me!" The Dark Elven woman thought to herself as she ducked into an alleyway and hid, panting for near fear of her life ending in a mouthful of sharp teeth. "No use continuing onward... I'll have to wait till daybreak to catch him. Soon Pride of the Seeker, you'll pay."

"Yes but he is different.A servant of Barthomel and strangely a person with manniers and honor.I am very sure, if you have enemies who are assassins,he could kill them before you would have the chance to meet with one of them.
For him it does not matter if an assassin is good or evil he just wants to kill us.And Locien if you have a mission for me i would accept.I need to show the power of my crossbow to an enemy or a rebel."

I told the elf then i wallked near the table where it was my helmet.I put it on my head then i started thinking.Thinking how everything evolved so fast.I was in Yeveen yesterday but now i was here in Crystacia.Also everything changed so fast.
I was alone but now i was working with Locien against the rebels.I could expect everything to the rebels.
The rebels could have been something that i could handle but the Bounty Hunter was something so different.

Then,even if it wasn't a reason,my body started to tremble.I haven't felt for a long time this senzation.He came in the city.
"The Scourge is here.Locien when he comes into a city even if it is day or night,even if it is raining peoples are getting out from their houses to see and to acclaim him.If this thing happened then he is here."
---
Finaly i was entering in Crystacia.One of things i enjoyed was that i never sneaked into a city.Why?Because i worked and still working for city leaders and important persons.Because i am killing assassins i can enter every city i want and every place without being questioned.As i entered the city all the peoples gathered near me and started to scream telling"Long live,Bounty Hunter of Assassins.Long live The Dragon's Scourge."I had fame in my hands and glory.Even if it wasn't day peoples gathered near the city gates just to see me.

Peoples acclaimed me.Very few persons,and those persons where assassins,knew the true meaning of my nickname.Soon when Barthomel would came they shall find out that i am his scourge.The scourge which shall have it's place in history.
I looked on list curiously when i saw two names"Soran Keel and Lyuze Pyren.I also readed the informations about their appearence.The hunt began.First i had to meet with them.

After i would meet with them i would give them one chance.To give me their weapons and to never kill a person this meaning that they would never be again assassins.Even if someone would lie i knew everything and found everything faster.I didn't knowed what kind of personality could have Soran and Lyuze, so felt safer now that my dragon was with me.I decided just to walk and to explore this city.As i was exploring the city i found myself into an alleyway.Still even if i walked to this place maybe here i should stay.

"What a luck i told in my mind."As i approached an dark elf woman.She was hiding from something or someone.When i saw that this elf woman was Lyuze i started thinking"It is my chance.I shall warn her then i shall leave."I only wanted to tell her that if she would renounce from being an assassin the next i would meet her she could be dead or without her hands.

"Then you handle him Zonian hunter, I have a feeling I have my own enemy to worry about at the moment." Locien told Damascus angrily as he held his sword handle very carefully.

Rania cried out as a knife pinned her on the wall. She struggled to pull it out only to see another Dark Elf appear out of nowhere and rushing towards Locien at a fast rate. Locien barely had time to unsheathe his sword and cross blades with him. Her eyes widened as she saw on Locien's face a dark look of rage.

"Soran, you're wanting to lose the other one then? You blasted murderer, you should've stayed in whatever hole you crawled out of traitor." Locien stated in clenched teeth as he then leaped onto the banister and beckoned the man he once called comrade to come after him. "Come on then Soran! You want to kill me don't you?! For taking out your eye, but I must say, that new eye is an improvement!"

"Locien, do not tap into the amulet's power, we gotta just fight him long enough till Talon gets back and we can shake Soran off then." Zoron told Locien in the depths of his mind.

"Who said I'd use the amulet?! Worrisome Dragon!" Locien snapped back as he then leaped off the balcony and onto the ground below. "You will pay Soran, for making the Seeker CRY!" As he said those words he got into a ready stance.

Rania was still there, astounded by Locien's burst of rage as she ripped the sleeve caught on the knife off of it. She then immediately made a beeline for the exit of the barracks.

---

Lyuze climbed the alley walls as she hoped to keep onto the shadows and made her way to a shady spot near the barracks. She then saw the Dark Elf she was after getting attacked by another Assassin. "Darn, competition..." She muttered under her breath as she decided to wait until the moment was right to either interrupt the battle between two male dark elves to finish. She wanted to be the one to handle the Seeker's Pride, if it is the man she was after.

"Locien now i shall help you.As my ally it is my duty to show to this idiot my power."
I said confident in myself then i jumped off the balcony on the ground.
".This fool is nothing compared with my crossbow.We can crush him."
I told this time being eager to shoot in what it seems that was Locien's enemy.

It was an very tensionate situation so i decided that momentanly i must let the opponent to make the first move.
From what Locien told about him,this guys Soran at some point losed his eye.
Observing Soran's new eye as it was i started thinking that maybe he became powerful.
"Astarod what do you think about his eye,that eye.?"I asked my dragon.

Astarod replied me in my mind"I am pretty sure that his new eye is an enhancement."
"Enhancement.This means that he is more powerful now."
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"She got away.I said nervously.Lyuze was in this alleway but now she escaped.
I decide to go to the barracks.Then i scream knowing that she wasn't too far from me"
Lyuze you shall not escape.You shall be hunted like an animal."
As i approached the barracks i could saw that someone made it's way to the same place as me by destroying everything.

A person who indeed was powerful.That person could be Soran?My second target.But i wasn't sure until i saw Damascus and other persons including an injured elf woman.
I looked on my list and only then i realizated that even Locien Kestal was there.Lyuze,I was at a small distance from them but i observed that Locien and Soran were preparing to fight."Locien Kestal,Soran Keel,Damascus Lion and Lyuze Pyren.I found 4 thropies.For thropies for The Dragon's Scourge."I told to myself in my mind.

Even if i was at a small distance from them i didn't wanted to interrupt their fight as they would become more weaked after the fight so an potential battle between me and one of them could give an advantage.

Talon V'lyn

“You’re as disgustingly considerate as ever,” the mage muttered under her breath. Talon rolled his eyes as Vy flew steady towards Crystacia. He could tell that she wasn't enjoying the flight at all and he took comfort in that fact. It was his one pay back against her constant taunts.

“Even to someone like me. Your acting so far has been rather enjoyable Talon, but I’ve never believed in chivalry and honour, so I’ll enjoy peeling away that facade of yours.”

Talon snorted in response, "It may seem like a facade to you, but I assure you there's nothing to 'peel away'," he answered coldly. Irritation easily spilling to the forefront of his emotions. In return, Vy's laughter could be heard through their connection and Talon's frown deepened.

“Feel like throwing me off your dragon yet? It would be incredibly simple. And, you’d never have to listen to another sentence of my poisonous words ever again.”

He let his gaze drop down to her eyes, staring at her for a long moment before answering. His lips pulled into an evil smile as he looked at her, "Now that would be too easy. To let you off like that would just be a waste. I'm enjoying the fact that you're so utterly uncomfortable when you're riding Vy. Don't worry, Jennifer, you'll get used to it soon enough. Though, if you don't, that's fine by me as well," he said with a soft laugh. He would never throw her off the dragon, no matter how much she aggravated him.

That's because you would miss it, Vy said slyly.

You are ridiculous.

I'm just stating a fact. You're feelings are too easy to read, my little assassin.

Talon's eyebrow twitched as he glowered at his dragon. He didn't answer the large silver beast as they came into view of the city. The sunlight was rising, lifted far up over the mountains. The cold air was beginning to warm up, but not nearly enough yet to brush off the freezing of the night air. Vy circled around, coming down low as they prepared to land near the barracks.

Something's wrong, Talon, Vy advised him as he landed, shaking the earth with his huge weight.

Talon dismounted quickly, landing fluidly with the cloak like part of his clothes flying upwards for just a second before settling behind him. Turning swiftly he reached up for Jennifer once more and helped her down.

"You should stay here. No need to push yourself further," he told her then started towards the barracks, his hands reaching for the throwing knives in his clothes and unknown to him, the brace glowing slightly as it prepared for a fight.

City Kingsburrow

The little knife hit metal instead of flesh and Vier was startled. Her attempt to wound him had been thwarted and she found herself lifted off the man's lap as he stood. She dangled in the air as he held her arm in his large hand. Pulled up to his enormous height, she stared him in the eye, refusing to let his sheer size deter her. A wicked smile lifted her lips as he dropped her unceremoniously and pushed her away. Landing light on her feet, she stumbled away from him from the shove.

"Go home child. You'd do well to not aggravate a Nephilim." the man rumbled at her.

"I was taught very well," she answered in kind, "And I am no child," her smile widened. Her eyes shot to the side as one of the patrons stood up, his hand on his weapon as he eyed her and the man she was engaged with. Vier's tongue left her mouth and ran across her lips as the warrior drew the weapon slightly from it's sheath as she looked to him.

Power flooded her veins and filled her body. Her fingers splayed open and she lifted her hand, pointing right at the man. Black mist swirled around him, working it's way up towards his chest and mouth. At first he just looked at it as it did nothing to him, but once it reached his throat, he let out a terrified scream. The mist sunk into his body and he lurched forward, blood spraying from lips before he crumpled to the floor.

"Armor or not, I can still kill you," she said with a soft voice turning her attention back to the towering man she'd chosen to fight with. Her heart thrummed as she lifted her gaze. A dagger seemingly appeared in her free hand and she laughed lightly, "But I want to play first before I kill you," she lunged forward then her body light and fast. She used a chair nearby to launch herself upwards and above the mans head, coming down on him from above with her arm pulled back and the dagger ready to plunge into the soft tissue between his collar bone and shoulder.

"I can't believe,we are again in the same place Damascus i told to myself as memories started to appear
in front of me.The meeting which was almost like an humiliation for me.Not the meeting was a failure i managed to poison him but an person from that city created the antidote for him.Also i didn't remained in the city to prevent this thing. "
I was exploring Yeveen looking for him.The Zonian Hunter was the next person on my list after i
eliminated someone from my own clan.It wasn't that easy to track him but i was astonished by something.
The peoples of Yeveen gathered around me knowing who am i.Instead of recognition and to be
acclamed by them their words were humiliating me.


It was just like Damascus was their hero, in this way
they protected him.Instead of having a nice and quiet fight with him in a isolated place in Yeveen i
found myself fighting with him surrounded by Yeveen soldiers.Everyone was acclaiming to their
assassin,just like Damascus was their hero.Later i would find that the Zonian Hunter was indeed
working for this city and because of this thing he was considered an hero.


From that day i learned an
lesson that Yeveen shall always protect their beloved assassin and also from that day i never entered
the city of Yeveen since if they would catch me again i would be executed. What happened in
that day is my great humiliation and an devastating blow to my pride.The only target i wasn't able to
kill because not only if it's abilities because it was protected and because it was helped by an old
elf.


Assassins are always alone hiding like shadows and when you attack them they die because they
don't have someone to help them but this time was different.But in this case was different all the
soldiers in the city were near me and the Zonian Hunter.The soldiers were waiting for an order to
attack me or just an simple ocasion.In others city i enjoyed watching the assassins how they were
begging me then the rules of those cities for the antidote to my poision.The poision which was gifted
to me by Barthomel when i became his servan."I the Bounty Hunter knowed as the Dragon's Scourge
shall have it's revenge upon the Zonian Hunter.


"I said furios.All this things that i remembered the
humiliance i suffered 20 years ago,the target i wasn't able to kill and that elf who created the antidote for you saving you life.Time to revenge has come.I throwed my iron toward him.I wanted to catch him with my weapon and then to bring my enemy to the place i throwed my weapon. weapon.Just one scratch was all what i needed so that the poison would spread in his body an to cause him an internal hemoragy.


I heard an suspicious sound of an object coming from me.A familiar one,i put my shield near my left arm
in this way dodging what it seems to be the iron claw."So you are here Moseun.What do you want?"
"What do i want you ignorant?I must get my revenge for what you did to me."
"Shut up.You are not here only to kill me.You are here for other assassins."
"Yes i am here to warn you.You the Zonian Hunter,Soran Keel,Lyuze Pyren and Locien Kestal all of you shall be destroyed by me."


"You bastard,you really are dreaming, let us see you into a fight."I told confident in myself.I relaxed thinking that the Bounty Hunter was something easy to deal it so i launched toward his chest an huge fire arrow.Imediately after
i brought back my iron claws using the chain,an huge arrow was coming after me.With an high jump i
managed to avoid it.I decided to shoot two more arrows while he was in the air.As the arrows came to
me managing to predict their location where they could hit.I put my claws in the front of my face
destroying the fragile wooden arrows.I landed on my legs at a short distance from Damascus.I throw my
iron claws at the same time toward Damascus chest.Seeing the iron claws i put the shield in the zone
they were going to hit avoiding this attack.I create an huge fire arrow toward him trying to hit him in his
legs.


"Nice one Damascus."I told him then i jumped in the air avoiding to be hit."A short battle is what i
need.I mustn't kill you so quick i can't get greedy.I shall come again in Crystacia but now i must go into
another city.And Damascus you arrows are good but they need more speed."I said to my enemy then i climbed on my dragon saying to my loial companion "To Kingsburrow my great friend."Don't you worry."My dragon said to me then he started flying toward the city i told him.It wasn't a choice at random i was hoping to find an rebel there maybe someone who could help me.Now i remembered that for one centhury i was waiting that Barthomel to be revived.
But it seems that i had to help those rebels so that Barthomel would be revived.
---
"Locien as you heard he is going to Kingsburrow.He is the person that i told you about The Dragon's Scourge.Shall we go after him to eliminate this threat?"I asked Locien waiting from an answer from him.

Locien jumped out of the way of Soran's next attack while he observed Damascus fighting with an elf that was presumed to be the Dragon's Scourge. That man did seem to be obsessed with attacking assassins. Locien Rolled his eyes as he then spied two approaching figures and grinned broadly. "Bout time Talon, was beginning to worry! Come and join the fight I'm in, I'll let you meet a former kinsman of mine that has got to go." Locien shouted as he flipped around and looked at Lyuze. "Well, now's your chance to avenge your brother's death."

Lyuze was still in shock from the fact that her brother's murderer wanted her to have a chance at killing him, much less saving her as well and frowned angrily. "I'm not buying it, you save me only to make me want to kill you?! You're insane if you want that Casshern!"

"My name is Locien Kestal. Before you say your name, I'll guess. Lyuze right? Your brother told me about you a lot, back when he was still alive. I didn't want to kill him. We were friends. But we had two different versions of the same job in which there was a conflict between us." Locien explained. "We both didn't want to fight, but the contracts dictated such. For that I apologize for that sin."

Lyuze only glared even more. "Locien, you can keep your life for now, but whatever you're doing in the City of Crystacia I shall never know, but If I lose sight of you again I might not catch up. So I'll just go with you."

"WHAT?!" Locien shouted in surprise as Lyuze sheathed her blades and walked back to the sidelines.

"Well talk about wanting to keep a quarry close eh Locien?" Zoron stated and gave a growling chuckle.

"Not helping Zoron!" Came the only thoughtful Reply.

---

Rania spotted Talon's dragon near the barracks and sighed with comfort. "Azzy, the others have returned, lets regroup with them and decide our next move!" She shouted to her dragon.

Soran Keel

"Bout time Talon, was beginning to worry! Come and join the fight I'm in, I'll let you meet a former kinsman of mine that has got to go."

"Fool," Soran growled as he watched the dark elf turn his attention to the woman. Their conversation irritated him and at being tossed aside like he was nothing more than a child was even more infuriating. Soran closed the distance between him and the dark elf, his blades pulled up and leveled to run Locien through. He was no longer interested in taking his time killing the man, he wanted blood.

Soran moved quick, his face an ugly twist of rage. Dark power radiated from his every pore. The magic not only pushed through his skin, but also to his weapons, sheathing each blade in a dark mist that swirled around slowly. With a growl of anger, Soran made to run Locien through as he descended on the dark elf.

Talon V'lyn

He heard the shout from inside the barracks, Locien was calling to him. His tone belied his words, though, he seemed to be angered about something. The assassin picked up the pace and rushed inside. Locien's attention was on another elven woman that he'd never seen before, beckoning for her to try to kill him. Talon raised an eyebrow as he prepared to leap between the two to stop whatever was happening. However, there was a second elf that he didn't notice until the man uttered something he couldn't hear and lunged forward. Twin blades came at Locien who's attention was elsewhere.

Talon knew that if he didn't move, the dark elf would be run through by the stranger with bright white hair and mismatched eyes. The man looked every bit insane as he lunged forward, his face telling Talon that he was intent on killing Locien. The assassin rushed forwards, putting Locien right behind him and raised his dagger to try to block the first hit, knowing the second one would most likely go through him. However, the elf stopped short, his one weapon caught on Talon's dagger, the other pressing against something invisible.

Talon only spared the strange phenomena a single glance before turning his attention to the attacker. His eyebrows came down as he glared at the man, who's lips had pulled into a wicked smile. The stranger pressed forward, leaning in towards Talon, his tongue slipping out between his teeth to run across his thin lips.

"You must be the 'help' that Locien spoke of. Get out of my way, boy," the man growled, his smile turning to a snarl.

Talon didn't answer him, only pushed back harder against the man. The knife slipped slightly, letting the blade cut into his forearm that wasn't covered by the long sleeve. The glowing of the bracelet became brighter as the strange shield strengthened. The magic pulsed and threw the white haired elf away from him. Talon pulled his arm back and threw the throwing knives in his hand. Both projectiles went straight for the man, but he was quick to deflect them. The twin swords flipped upwards in half arcs, nothing but silver blurs as the man moved gracefully.

Talon sheathed his dagger and in the same motion, both hands pulled out another set of knives. Moving forwards quickly, Talon followed the elf as he receded into the darkness of the barracks, a smile ever present on his lips. The first set of knives flew from his hand as he threw them, his arm crossing his body in a full swing. Then his other arm did the same, throwing the next set. The momentum of the throw had his body twisting slightly and as he went into the move, his free hand reached back into his clothes and pulled out three more knives.

They flew from his fingers as he twisted around completely, the momentum from his earlier throw giving the last three more speed. Talon slid to a stop, his body sideways as he glared into the darkness. His eyes had been following the elf's slow movement into the shadows, then finally to the glowing red and yellow of the mismatched eyes until they both disappeared as well. With a soft growl of disappointment, Talon straightened his body, letting his muscles relax before turning back to Locien.

"Who the hell was that?"

City Kingsburrow

Vier

Her eyebrow raised, a smile stretching across her face as she watched the undead step before it's master. Her eyes brightened and her heart quickened with excitement. Yes, she'd done well to pick this one as her next target. Vier's lithe body fluidly took a step back and her arm tightened as she pulled the muscles together. Her throw off to the side was quick and unexpected. The knife went through another patron, the blade sticking out from the man's eye. As he toppled over, Vier let her own dark magic weave across the room and fill the recently dead man. The lifeless corpse stood up and moved to her side.

"Oh how entertaining," she said, a rich, crazed laugh falling from her lips, "Let's see what we each can do, yes?"

She flicked her hand forward and her undead puppet lurched towards the other one, drawing it's own weapon. Shadows wreathed in the corners of the room, spreading to create a darkness that was unnatural to the inn's dining room. With her power thrumming through her, Vier was in her element. It had been a long time since she'd had to use so much power before. She was enjoying this way too much, her body overwhelmed with expectations from the Nephilim before her.

Tendrils of darkness swarmed across the floor, covering her as she called it to her to take her from one place to the next. At the same time she ordered the darkness to slowly curve its way around the man, holding him in place so she could attack him. She disappeared from where she was, lost in the darkness. Her body was moving forward though she couldn't feel it. Vier appeared on top of a table in mid stride as if she were running, then she was lost again. Turned to face him, she was now using the large structural beam overhead as her place of launch.

Crouched down, her legs shot forward propelling her body down towards the tall man like lightning. Vier's arm was pulled back once more, ready to plunge the weapon down into the top of his shoulder. All the while her eyes wild and her mouth curved upwards. The darkness was still attached to her, making it seem as if she had a cloak of black mist trailing right behind her as she shot downwards.

Locien sighed as he sheathed his blade at the thought of Soran getting away. Upon hearing Talon's question he frowned very visibly. "His name is Soran Keel. He was once a part of my clan thirty years back. But then he performed a very serious crime." He took a deep breath before saying his next few words, trying hard to keep his blood from boiling with rage.

"Keep calm Locien." Zoron cautioned his charge as he looked at The landing Azmirian and Rania quickly getting off.

"What did this Soran do Locien?" Rania asked curiously. She knew she didn't want to pry but then stood still as Locien gripped his chest and clenched his teeth in pain.

"He killed a woman." Locien answered. "Lady Rivera Galadiir, Daughter of Lord Ildhrenion. She was my betrothed. In the fight against Soran that followed, I plucked out his right eye and fed it to Zoron. Then the Clan chased him off. He was banished. But it seems now, thirty years later, the past returns to haunt me. Seems also that he's learned a bit of black magic, otherwise that new eye of his is a glass eye. He's become utterly insane and obsessed with killing me for ruining his life."

"That was also when you killed my brother while you both were on different sides of an assignment." Lyuze butted into the conversation. "Greetings. The Tiger's eyes fall upon us all. I am Lyuze Pyren of the Pyren clan."

"She is the sister of my mentor and friend, Sir Zianro Pyren. He was my best friend." Locien stated with a hint of regret that Lyuze started to catch. "She'll be joining us, it's not my choice at any rate."

"Maybe she'll help you move on from Vera young one." Zoron stated, doing his chuckle once more.

"Again Not helping Zoron!" Locien stated out loud to his green dragon, which only made it worse as the dragon started to laugh. To make it worse Lyuze hid a giggle. "Anyway, did you find out anything about a possible heir to Crystacia, or anything concerning where the True Dragons may strike next?"

Jennifer leapt up against a balustrade casually as Talon forged ahead of her, the young assassin beckoned by Locien’s cry for assistance. Balancing her lithe frame with her arms outstretched, she took several slow, exaggerated steps forwards as if she were walking over a tightrope before stabilising herself fully, all the while observing the duel from afar. If anyone cared to look, a sinuous smile covered her face, a simple gesture which managed to be both appealing and malicious simultaneously. Her gaze fell entirely onto Locien, the once impassive dark elf’s face now a mask of bristling fury as his eyes narrowed murderously in the direction of the other man.

“A rivalry? Or perhaps something more personal?” she mulled with a lick of her lips.

Her brown eyes moved towards the dark elf clashing blades with Talon. The illusionary mage made no move to assist the young assassin, apparently confident in Talon's close combat abilities. Only her light giggles teased his every action, dogging him with her typical nonchalance and nauseating amusement. It wasn’t until after their assailant retreated did Jennifer make a move, deftly jumping from the barrier she was perched upon and landing on a single foot. She righted herself as the others started to regroup, resting her arms behind her head as she listened to them.

"Who the hell was that?" Talon questioned the moment the group came together. Confusion mingled within his voice, the assassin still clearly recovering from the suddenness of the engagement.

Locien’s response was terse as the dark elf painted on a frown. His his angular brows dipped and furrowed, making his already stony features become all the more sombre, as though something painful had pressed upon his mind. "His name is Soran Keel. He was once a part of my clan thirty years back. But then he performed a very serious crime. He killed a woman. Lady Rivera Galadiir, Daughter of Lord Ildhrenion. She was my betrothed. In the fight against Soran that followed, I plucked out his right eye and fed it to Zoron. Then the Clan chased him off. He was banished. But it seems now, thirty years later, the past returns to haunt me. Seems also that he's learned a bit of black magic, otherwise that new eye of his is a glass eye. He's become utterly insane and obsessed with killing me for ruining his life."

Jennifer’s smiled widened fully. She understood the brunt of the emotions carried within Locien’s words well. Despair, misery, regret, these were all of the things which prickled her spine with pleasure. As impossible as it seemed, her wicked smile grew further, as if the spark of a terrible idea had imbedded itself within her. Another dark elf woman introduced herself then, pulling Jennifer's attention back into the conversation. The older woman's outward appearance bore many of the dark elf racial traits shared between Locien and herself. Tall, and with illustrious long hair, she had a toned figure which suggested the dark elf was well accustomed to strenuous movement.

"Anyway, did you find out anything about a possible heir to Crystacia, or anything concerning where the True Dragons may strike next?"

Jennifer’s stifled yawn interrupted Locien’s question, “Assuming we did find where they might strike next, I’m guessing you’d save that city? Crystacia had an entire army and a fortress and look at her now. Oh, and that last true dragon you interrogated went so well too, maybe you still want to try capturing their leader?” she snorted, neglecting to restrain the acidic sarcasm slipping out of her mouth.

Talon V'lyn

"Anyway, did you find out anything about a possible heir to Crystacia, or anything concerning where the True Dragons may strike next?"

Talon looked between Locien and the woman standing there who introduced herself as Lyuze Pyren. He could feel the tension pouring off of the dark elf as he glowered at the woman and turned to try to change the subject. Talon took a moment before answering. Everything that happened in the span of about ten minutes was still processing through his mind. A man named Soran was after Locien because of a killing, and finally, this woman named Lyuze seemed to have a grudge against Locien because of the loss of her brother, and now insisted on going with them.

“Assuming we did find where they might strike next, I’m guessing you’d save that city? Crystacia had an entire army and a fortress and look at her now. Oh, and that last true dragon you interrogated went so well too, maybe you still want to try capturing their leader?” Jennifer's yawn wasn't missed by him and he glared at her. His teeth ground together as he stood there, every limb vibrating with anger.

"Jennifer," he growled and didn't say anything more.

With a sigh, Talon shook his head, raising his arm and brushing his fingers through his hair, he ignored the cut along the bottom of his forearm, the blood dripping from his fingers as he stood there, "No I didn't find anything on an heir to Crystacia. I'm sorry. We don't know where they'll strike next either."

With another deep breath he pulled the sleeve back on his left arm and revealed the silver brace around his wrist that had dulled from it's previous engagement. Looking at it now reminded Talon of what it had done just moments ago.

"Though, I did find this. It was left by my father, and when I put it on I was treated with a nice vision of the past that Jennifer informs me was of Barthomel's fall and a very painful experience. I don't know what it's done, but I can't remove it," nodding his head to Jennifer he continued, "We think that the rebels are connected to Barthomel and are trying to bring him back to live through their dark magic."

With a shake of his head he let the sleeve fall and looked back to Lyuze, "Why is she coming with us again?" he asked in confusion with his eyebrow raised.

"Jennifer," Talon reprimanded her sharply, his jaw clenched together so tightly she swore she could almost hear the grinding of his teeth.

Her mischievous brown eyes squared off against his humourless blue-grey irises before her composure abruptly broke down into a series of playful giggles in response. Acting as if she'd expected his anger, she stepped away from the group as though to avoid his judgemental gaze. Her boots circled around the others like they were traffic cones as she threaded her way towards him. She halted, standing with the heels of her feet joined together as she planted herself next to Talon. The young assassin was almost too absorbed in revealing the results of their investigation to notice her, only stopping to vaguely nod at her presence as he reiterated her earlier theories on the rebel's goals.

"No I didn't find anything on an heir to Crystacia. I'm sorry. We don't know where they'll strike next either. Though, I did find this. It was left by my father, and when I put it on I was treated with a nice vision of the past that Jennifer informs me was of Barthomel's fall and a very painful experience. I don't know what it's done, but I can't remove it. We think that the rebels are connected to Barthomel and are trying to bring him back to life through their dark magic." Talon shook the black sleeve rolled up over his arm, using his right hand to unfurl the cloth down to conceal the silver bracelet encasing his wrist. The action signalled he'd finished talking for the most part, until his expression became quizzical as his eyes regarded Lyuze curiously, "Why is she coming with us again?"

"You're quite the dolt aren't you my poor assassin? I wonder if you've simply shed your ability to hear after listening to the screams of your dying victims?" She said with a helpless shake of her head. Jennifer's voice followed almost immediately after Talon had posed his question, somehow abling an utterly condescending tone despite their height difference. Looking up towards his short black hair from besides his left shoulder, she gave of the impression of a problematic child. "Locien killed her brother," she switched her expression to a cheerful grin then, flashing her eyes towards the brooding dark elf for a instance, "Seems like he carries an awful lot of grudge killing actually."

Shifting her chin, Jennifer's jovial smile returned to face Talon's grim set features, offering an interesting contrast between the two. It was an ever present smile which suggested nothing but the intention to undermine and annoy. "Lyuze more than likely wants revenge, why else seek out the killer of a relative?" she hummed, clearly delighted by the simple motion.

Talon V'lyn

Turning his face to look down at her, he frowned in response to her answering his question. He was beginning to think that his jaw was going to permanently be set in the grinding motion if he wasn't careful around her.

"You're quite the dolt aren't you my poor assassin? I wonder if you've simply shed your ability to hear after listening to the screams of your dying victims?" His eyes flashed dangerously as she finished speaking, his mind going immediately to when he'd killed the woman back in Skyfall. With a soft growl he forced himself to ignore that comment.

"Locien killed her brother. Seems like he carries an awful lot of grudge killing actually." Jennifer turned her gaze from him to the two dark elves. He'd heard that part yes, but it hadn't really sunk in. So he let her carry on with what she was saying.

"Lyuze more than likely wants revenge, why else seek out the killer of a relative?"

With a sigh Talon rolled his eyes and turned so he was facing the shorter women fully. His bloodied hand gripped her upper arm as he glared down at her, "You. Are a pest," he said giving her a shake to emphasize his point. Damn this woman. He'd never felt so angry all the time before. She was certainly poison to him, but a poison that he couldn't get rid of because of her value and ability to fight the rebels on even terms.

"I swear... If I didn't need-" he stopped in mid sentence, his teeth clenching tightly in response to a sharp and unexpected pain that shot through him. The brace on his arm glowed brightly. Slowly his body was engulfed in the white light, curving backwards as his head slowly tilted back while his teeth felt as if they would break from the force with which he clenched them. He only managed to keep the cry of pain held up for a short time before it burst forth.

Images flooded him, the enormous red dragon, Barthomel rearing forth. His huge body rose up over a city as flames engulfed it. Red dragons fought each other in the sky, their companions fighting as well on the ground. The thick red wings expanded, shooting outwards to cover the area. His gaping maw opened and he let forth an ear shattering roar. The three dragons from before appeared, one black, one red and one white. They were larger than the ones fighting over the city, yet they were still smaller than Barthomel. They each held a kind of power that exceeded anything Talon had ever seen before.

The city darkened slowly as the fighting grew longer, the red dragons wheeling in the sky were the only thing that marked the place for Talon. However, the vision wasn't done yet and as he continued to watch through the blinding pain, the white dragon that attacked Barthomel came in too close and the enormous dragon landed a slash that raked down the beautiful white scales. Talon's body arched forward, the pain from that attack flooding him. In the distance he heard Vy's voice screaming his own pain as he too felt it.

As the white dragon fell, twisting in the air, the image showed Talon a silver brace that was wrapped around the end of the dragons tail. He wondered why it looked so familiar, but it didn't click until after the vision faded and he was dropped onto the floor. His breath was short and ragged, his bloodied hand and arm reaching up to clench his chest as he lay there. The silver brace faded to a dull glow and he opened his eyes slightly.

"Ro'ell is next," he coughed out.

"You bastard."I screamed.That elf had the guts to come in Crystacia to attack me and to pretend the head of the others.
Hearing Lyuze i told her"The Dragon's Scourge wants to eliminate you,me,Locien and Soran Keel.That bastard thinks that he is the greatest Bounty Hunter just because he is hunting assassins."I was so furios while i was thinking at him i was hoping that Yeveen was fine but in this destroyed city i saw an familiar face.It was someone from Yeveen who was seriously injured.

I runned to him scared that maybe something happened."Man what is happening?" "Damascus a few hours after you leaved Yeveen was attacked and destroyed by some persons who were calling themself true dragons.Most of the peoples have survived but our city is in ruins.Ragnarok told me where you could be so i came here in Crystacia."The man told me trying to be calm and to not let his anger dominate him.Then after a few seconds he gave his last breath.

"No!"I screamed.What happened to Yeveen it was just like someone stabbed me in the heart.Rarely my ice heart was affected and so this time i was crying.Crying because i failed to protect the peoples who offered me a new home.So for the first time i an person with an ice heart i was crying.
."i failed in protecting my new home.What happened with Zonia happened again with Yeveen.I can live knowing that i failed again.I must die."I told the others.Looking at my crossbow it seemed an perfect weapon with which i could end my life.
"Forgive me."I shouted while my crossbow was at a short distance from the location of my heart.I was prepared to die by my own weapon.

"Someone stop this fool."My dragon Astarod told the others trying to prevent what i wanted so much to do.

Jennifer grinned broadly, knowing that Talon had already deduced all that she’d said to him without the need for her to say it. She just couldn’t resist the urge to answer his ambiguous question in a purposefully counterproductive fashion. He whirled on her, leering in an irritated manner like a parent reluctantly being forced for deal with a baby’s temper tantrum for the umpteenth time. A vice like grip seized her bicep and shook her firmly, his formidable strength rattling her lithe frame like a rag doll. Her white blouse became stained red with the blood caking his palm. "You. Are a pest," Talon hissed. His blue-grey eyes narrowed threateningly at her, evidently pissed off.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I won’t say another word,” Jennifer laughed in reply, as only she could, a cruel, shrill expression of humour that danced mockingly into his ears with a noticeable lack of sincerity. Still caught in his grasps, her eyes glinted predatorily as she returned his gaze, her dark brown gaze almost managing to look down at him. They gave each other a look then, although Talon’s was mostly withering. It was a look which was reflected in both of their faces, a look showing they both knew one of them provided an invaluable service to the other.

Talon relented after a moment of silence, his fingers loosening their hold. "I swear... If I didn't need-", he paused as pain wracking across his facial features without notice, his eyes losing their focus under some overwhelming anguish. An unnatural white light engulfed him and Jennifer realised the source of the phenomenon was once again the bracelet. As light flooded the room, filling her vision with the marvellous spectacle, a wry smirk lifted her lips.

Talon obviously felt anything but marvel as his tortured scream echoed across the room. He continued until his voice became hoarse, likely unable to think or commit to any other action whilst caught in the throes of his vision. Imitating the scene in the library, he finally dropped down as the bracelets power subsided.

Talon’s words had to fight through his pain and discomfort before it could reach them, "Ro'ell is next," he wheezed urgently.

Upon hearing Talon, his words repeated themselves inside of her head painfully, a sort of unexpected shock freezing the illusionary mage for once. Jennifer’s eyes were wide, yet her pupils were constricted as she stared at Talon. Slowly, and methodologically, her lips pulled into another grin as she pictured Ro’ell and its people ablaze. She imagined Ro'ell rising up before her like an indomitable fortress, its buildings defined by sharp interlocking lines giving the impression they were all conjoined. Picturing the ominous black smoke rising from the city's depths creating the illusion of a giant fire, made her want to shriek with joy at the mere prospect. Jennifer admitted that Ro’ell and its inhabitants had played an important role in shaping who'd she'd become. Revenge wasn’t specifically the only reason she wanted the city destroyed however, Ro’ell stood for everything she abhorred. The social hierarchy, the clans, the unbending, rigid system. She loved and hated all at once.

A frown fell onto her face as one of the other elves broke out in hysterics, lining his own crossbow in the direction of his heart. "i failed in protecting my new home.What happened with Zonia happened again with Yeveen.I can live knowing that i failed again.I must die."

What she assumed was his dragon cried out to the group, pleading them to stop the elf from killing himself. Jennifer's only reply was to scoff, forming a pistol with her hand and lighting the tip of her index finger on fire. She aimed the makeshift flamethrower in the direction of Damascus without a hint of remorse. "Oh please, if you're going to die, at least let allow me to have some fun. You know, they say burning alive is one of the most painful ways to experience death," she taunted, the flame growing just large enough to highlight the menace over her pale face, "If you think killing yourself will atone for whatever atrocity you've committed or failed to stop, then maybe you should kill yourself and rid us of your stupidity."

Shifting her eyes to the young assassin, she spoke again in a dangerous tone. “So, what do you plan to do?” Jennifer asked Talon with a raised eyebrow, though one couldn't be sure whether she was referring to Ro'ell or Damascus.

"She is right Damascus.You are an idiot.Your death shall not change nothing."My dragon was saying.
"In fact you shall only help The Dragon's Scourge in his mission of killing all assassins if you kill yourself.Think you fool."
I could not believe.From the state in which he was asking help of the others now he was giving me lessons.
Still what he was telling was right.I wanted to kill The Dragon's Scourge not to end my life helping him.

"Girl,everyone has a moment of stupidity when they don't think clear."I said her while thinking at myself and what i tried to do.Again my dragon proved to be the companion and the friend that was travelling with me for so many years.Now after i cleared my mind i didn't wanted to kill myself.I just wanted to kill The Dragon's Scourge and to end his murderous rampage.
"You heard that person.He is going to Kingsburrow.Well Locien what do you think that i should do?To come with you or to hunt my enemy alone?"I asked him since i needed an advice.It was dangerous to go alone into a city in alone hunting someone like him knowing that maybe it is a trap.

"Think better before going in that city Damascus."
"Don't you worry Astarod i know what i am doing."I told to my dragon as I was confident in me and in my weapon.

Talon V'lyn

It took him a long time to gather control over his body, the pain still lingering from the vision given to him by the brace. His mind went over the details of the images, mostly the one that showed the silver brace around the large white dragons tail. He'd come to the conclusion that they were both one in the same and he was now wearing a piece of dragon armor. It was very intriguing and if he had his way he'd head back to Skyfall and rummage through his fathers library at the guild. Alas, he had no such freedom so he shoved that wish aside and slowly stood up.

An elf off to the side of the room cried out in anguish. Pulling his crossbow to his chest, he prepared to fire the bolt, but a guttural shout from outside called for help in the staggering situation. Talon eyed the man carefully, not sure what to do for he'd never seen a man so intent on dying by their own hand. He felt angered by it and at the same time saddened. Life was too precious to throw away so carelessly. Jennifer spoke then, aiming her fingers at the man whilst igniting them with her magic. Talon raised an eyebrow but didn't stop her. Though her voice was the same condescending, her words spoke truth enough. For once Talon agreed with the woman.

She turned back to him, taking all of his attention and thus he missed what the elf said back to her, she looked angry but he wasn't sure if it was towards him or the other man, “So, what do you plan to do?”

"I plan to go to Ro'ell," Talon replied, his eyes darkening with determination. He had a feeling that whoever had started this act of war was going to be there, and he wanted nothing more than to run his blade through them. A lithe figure appeared in the door and made their way silently towards them, only truly making herself apparent when she pulled back the large hood to her cloak.

Talon, at first, reached into his clothes and drew out the throwing knives, but her red eyes didn't tell him she was about to attack. Her hand waved at him in a gentle motion that calmed his earlier reaction to her sudden presence, “And I will be accompanying you. If you will have me, that is.” Her voice was soft and rich, brown hair framing her face and her lips turning to a smile. Talon had seen plenty of elves during his life, but this one struck him to silence. She was utterly beautiful and he took a moment to figure a response to her.

With a raised eyebrow, he replaced his knives and crossed his arms over his chest trying to recover quickly from his stunned appearance a moment before, lest Jennifer decide to taunt him further, "Why is it you wish to come with us? I don't suppose telling you to stay here would do much," he muttered the last part.

I believe she would be a good asset, Talon, Vy offered as he peered his large silver spiked head into the barracks, I didn't even notice her until now. She'd be good for scouting and spying.

Talon eyed her in a new light as he responded to the silver dragon, Perhaps... She might be a good asset. Not to mention a pleasing off set to Jennifer's attitude...

Vy gave a soft laugh in response and Talon waited for the elven woman's response before they left for Ro'ell.

Lyuze was about to explain herself when Jennifer butted into the conversation. She growled a bit slightly as she hated to have her answer given out by others. Yes she wanted to kill Locien for killing her brother. But somehow something else was boiling in her. Something that slowly started after Locien saved her from Soran's attack. Respect, or admiration? She never could tell.

"She's coming with us, because I say she volunteered. Besides, I promised Zianro to make sure his family was safe. I owe that much to him." Locien stated bluntly as he observed the other conversations slowly. Reaching in his travel bags he pulled out a large rag and tossed it to Rania. "Rub that on your dragon's wounds. It'll help with any injuries it's sustained and renew it's energy for the trip."

Rania looked at the strange gift and only nodded as she walked to her dragon to do just that. It would be a long way to Ro'ell, as Talon's little fit of magical detection from that amulet caused. It was then that another elf showed her face and also volunteered to come with, even coming close to nearly seducing Talon.

"Seeker's breath," Locien said with exasperation. "Too many women around a few guys, Talon. This is seriously turning into one of my father's adventure stories he'd share round the campfire."

"You mean the times when he traveled with a group of women trailing behind him Locien?" Zoron asked. Locien only gave him a nod in response. Lyuze once again hid one of her giggles at Locien's outburst of how many people are going. She assumed that thirty years of wandering made Locien used to being alone. Well, being an ex-assassin of the Kestal Clan forces one to be alone.

In hearing 'Whisker's' introduction, Locien decided to lay the cards on the table. "And I am called the Seeker's Pride, but you can call me Locien." he stated very bluntly, even though he knew most of the party knew of this by now. "So what are we waiting for, an invitation or what? Let's get the fel to Ro'ell and try to make a strategic approach to defend the city."

"Girl, everyone has a moment of stupidity when they don't think clear."

Jennifer smiled, lifting her pistol hand to her lips and blowing out the fire with a puff. “I’m sure, because suicide is a completely normal way of expressing stupidity,” she sniffed and then rolled her eyes at the elf.

After having waited for their crisis to resolve itself, Talon answered her rhetorical question. "I plan to go to Ro'ell," the young assassin stated. Of course he would. Jennifer looked to his face, recognising the hard look of resolve etching itself into his blue-grey eyes. Reading his tanned, leathery features, she knew Talon’s sense of duty and revenge compelled him to resist the rebels, it made him predictable.

The chilling outside wind rushed back into the room abruptly, prickling the exposed portions of Jennifer’s silky pale skin. Following the breeze came the introduction of another elf as she stepped towards the group, careful to show no signs of threatening them. Long, dark brown hair cascaded over her slender frame as her unnerving crimson gaze swept over the congregation. Whether it was the wind or the sinister composition of the clothes which hugged her suggestive figure, she carried an air of aloofness and mystery. “And I will be accompanying you. If you will have me, that is.”

"Why is it you wish to come with us? I don't suppose telling you to stay here would do much," Talon returned, asking the obvious.

By the way her soft cheeks twitched underneath the hooded shadow, the elf only seemed to smile dryly in response, “I do not enjoy dwelling on such a question, but when I entered this very building, I felt an immediate connection.”

Her crimson gaze studied Talon entirely, indicating who she was referring to. “You in particular.” Jennifer watched her take a step closer to Talon, one of her eyes twitching at his complete lack of resistance. Stopping face to face with Talon, the elf's lips moved to form a sentence barely audible to her ears.

After remembering her place, including the ominous stares of the various individuals around her, the elf stepped away to finally, “Whiskers is the name, if that rings a familiar bell. After all, I am well-known for my thug-catching talents.”

Jennifer’s face cracked a coy smile before her small shoulders leaned their way towards Talon once more. “Oh my, aren’t you popular with us ladies. Alternatively, this could be an opportunity. Maybe you can learn some information from her, she seems to like you especially,” she teased in his ear, her eyes glinting with its typical mischievous. Suddenly conveying a hint of vindication and disappointment, Jennifer leaned in closer. The casual delight in her tone dropped from her voice completely as her whisper became a hissing rasp, “But to be so easily tempted, you really are a worthless assassin.”

She pulled away without giving him the chance to reply, that same cruel smile affixed to her face once more. Not a trace of that brief glimmer of bitterness remained. "That's okay though, because i already knew this."

Locien took the cue to introduce himself to the rest of the group fully before sensibly suggesting that they should proceed to Ro’ell with all due haste, but such sentiments were lost on the illusion mage already. Thoughts of destruction filled her mind, blanketing her body with a tingling excitement. The excitement crawled over her skin like the sensation of a billion flies, driving her crazy with an unfamiliar itch. All Jennifer wanted to do was bring misery the council mages of Ro'ell.

"I am going to Kingsburrow.Time to kill The Dragon's Scourge."I said to my dragon i was ready for this moment.
Still one thing came in my mind.What if he was setting me a trap.But still i wanted to eliminate my enemy before he could have the chance to attack the others."Locien thanks for offering me the chance to work with you."

"One more thing before i leave.Be aware of The Dragon's Scourge and never allow him to injure you.
If you do this mistake then the poision from his claws will create in internal hemoragy.Without the antidote in one day you are death.And here is another problem,very peoples knowed the antidote,20 years ago when i had a battle with him.So watch your back.After i am finished with him i will try to go to Ro'ell"

I adviced Locien since it happened to me.I didn't died then because an old elf in Yeveen knew the antidote to this poision.But he was long death and i didn't knew someone else who could have the antidote.In the same time i was thinking where could i find him and an method to eliminate him as faster as possible.
I wanted to go to Kingsburrow but then i realizated one thing.That the new female elf who came in Crystacia had no dragon.I asked her calm
"Miss could i give a ride to Ro'ell?"
"Damascus what happened to you?You saw a beauty and now you are hypnotizated.My dragon Adtarod told then after he started to laugh."Shut up,it is something of manniers to offer an ally a ride.""In fact there is another reason Zonian Hunter.You are now like a minion after you saw her."My dragon replied on a serious tone.

"Yes of course we shall go to Ro'ell.And don't call me me tell me Zonian Hunter or Damascus Lion since these are my names Miss."
"Damascus you really like her." "Shut up Astarod."I told to my dragon being a little nervous."Well my Dragon let us go to Rol'ell."I told him on a calm tone wanting to help the others.
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City of Ro'ell
A few hours later.
The flight was a quiet one without problems or interraction with other strange persons.Everything worked fine with the exception of one thing.My eyes were only concentrated at her and my dragon saw this thing.Anyway Astarod managed to land into a izolated place in the city of Ro'ell.I didn't know if the soldiers from this city would be hostile or not but everything could happen.
Feeling uncomfortable with it,i took out my helmet holding it in my right hand.My red eyes were watching here closely studying the person that was with me and Astarod.Also she could saw my dark skin,maybe one of the things that i never liked but still a consequence for the power i gained.
"Since you know my name and probably heard about me,may i know your name?"I asked her on a polite tone while smiling waiting for an answer.

"Yes they are waiting for us and I heard it.Don't you worry."
"Astarod after he finish our job here we shall go to Kingsburrow.The Dragon's Scourge must die."Remembering what he did to me and to the women i loved one tear was staring to flow on my dark skin dropping on the ground.Observing his thing i put my helmet back wanting to hide this pain in my heart,and because i was an assassin i could not cry,that was in my soul since hear death.

As an assassin she was hunted by my enemy then being killed.I could not forgive him for what he did to other.
"Damascus another tear?"
My dragon asked me worried.Astarod was always speaking too much and this time he did the same thing.
"Yes another one.My heart is full of anger as i am craving to kill him."I said to my companion.Then as she told me i started folowing her not wanting to get lost into this kind of city.
During the journey she was an pleasant company.I continued walking in this city while in my mind,because of my curiosity,were appearing one by one question about her.

Talon V'lyn

He followed Jennifer's lithe form through the dark city. They sky above almost completely blocked out from the fires that raged. In the distance Talon could hear the thrumming of strange machinery that only Ro'ell was capable of. Their magic was what kept the weapons going, however even those would stop sooner or later as the mages lost their energy to keep going. Ro'ell was not invincible and it was proving to be just that.

They were making their way towards the citadel near the center of the large city, but the streets were hard to navigate through. What should have been a straight shot to the palace turned out to be a maze as some streets were cut off by the rubble of fallen buildings and bodies of large dragons. As they came around a corner they encountered three of the True Dragons coming down the street towards them. Having already caught their attention it was inevitable to engage in a fight.

Talon shot forward, his hands pulling out the throwing knives on his person. Each blade flew through the air with precision. Only the first set met it's mark, taking the mage through his throat as he'd been to startled by their appearance from the alleyway. The other two managed to deflect his attack, but Talon was getting used to that and he was already moving into his next attack. Drawing his dagger he rushed the second man, his brace glowing brightly. The True Dragon unleashed a rush of magic at him, but Talon was unaffected as he went right through it, a kind of bubble curving around him. He was still surprised about the use of the brace, but he paid it no mind as he came upon the man swiftly. The dagger came forward and plunged into the man's chest, going deep between the ribs.

Turning, Talon used the rebel as a shield as the other mage attacked him. The magic hit the rebels body and both he and Talon slid backwards from the force. Releasing the man, the assassin sprinted for the other rebel. Grasping his shoulders, Talon brought the man down to his knees by pure force. One arm wrapped around his neck, holding the rebel tightly in one spot while his free hand curved under his jaw. With a swift, hard pull, Talon broke the man's neck and let him drop to the cobblestones. With a deep breath, he calmed himself and went to retrieve his weapons.

He looked back to Jennifer briefly before nodding his head in the direction they were heading. Talon allowed her to take point once more, leading them towards the citadel. He was hoping to get there soon, to find King Greyor in good health and still alive.

Damascus and Olivia

Two large dragons lock together over the skies of Ro'ell and come crashing down into the streets, taking out a couple of buildings in the process. Both beasts are dead upon impact having killed each other just before falling out of the skies. The large black dragon rolls from the building it's hit and comes to a stop in the main street of Ro'ell while the other falls a few feet off to the right of the street, also taking out two buildings before stopping in a cloud of dust and debris.

From the black dragon a figure in a cloak climbs to their feet and brushes themselves off, though they are clearly in pain from having lost their dragon. Doubled over slightly, they stumbled as they turn to face the two who are in the main street with him. Overhead a large black dragon flaps its wings and lands next to it's fallen brethren. Two more rebels jump from the beasts back and flank the one who had fallen with his dragon. The large reptilian creature looks to the two with blood red eyes and growls deeply. The beast utters something intelligible and flicks its gaze to the rebels.

"I guess we didn't get them all," one says, drawing back his hood to reveal short dark hair and one black eye, the other is hidden behind a patch. Power fills the air as he stretches out his hand and summons a wickedly curved weapon. The one on his right straightens slightly, though one hand is curved under the robes holding his side. Drawing a sword in his free hand, he gives the first a short nod.

"Do try to share this time," the third coo's. The voice is feminine, though there wasn't any need for clarification from her body language a moment before. Her hands stretch open and dark green fire swirls around her. Though the hood of her cloak remains to cover her facial features it is clear that she is grinning behind the darkness that hides her.

The dragon utters something once again and the three rebels rush the elf and the armored hunter.

Rania, Azmirian, Zoron and Lyuze

Upon landing, they are met with two black dragons. One lunges for Azmirian and Zoron immediately, having looked up from it's feast of a large blood red dragon. The second snaps it's jaws at the elven women who have dismounted. Overhead, a large silver dragon streaks downwards and crashes into the black one that is intent on killing Azmirian. Upon closer look, it is Vy that has dropped down to assist. However, he has brought with him a half beaten rebel dragon and one who's sharp gaze has caught the quick decent. Both dragons follow Vy's drop. The half beaten one lands less than gracefully and it continues its attack on Vy. The second one lands with a rider on it's back and lunges for Zoron. Fending off both dragons in an attempt to keep Azmirian safe, Vy cannot draw the other dragons' attention.

Red eyes roll forward and look out at both elves. A deep growl issues forth as the black dragon slowly climbs over the half eaten body of the red dragon. Claws dig deep into the glittering red scales as it pulls itself slowly and menacingly forward. Blood drips from it's maw as the lips pull back to deepen the growling. It's breath is hot and disgusting as it smells of raw flesh and coppery blood. Then it shoots forward like a snake and snaps its jaws at both women.

Locien

Black mist fills the streets that the dark elf has jumped down into. Two figures appear, one with her hand on her hip as she lays eyes on the elf. The other is holding a huge mace like weapon over his broad shoulder. The male is much taller than normal human men, and his build suggests he's of renegade descent. The ground shudders and a building trembles as something pushes its way through the alleyway into the small street. Claws appear over the dark building, then a large nose followed by red eyes. Finally the dragon is clearly present in the street, having clambered over the buildings standing in it's way.

The dragon eyes the elf, then utters a deep, choking sound that could only be described as laughter. The beast slithers forward slowly, the muscles bunching as it moved. Lowering it's head, it growls at the dark elf before shooting it's clawed foot forward and knocking the elf down. The claws encase him in a kind of prison, the leathery underside of the foot coming down to hold the elf in one place.

With the beast so close, the guttural sound of it's voice is easily heard, "Gunth shuth si," the thing utters as it turns it's head slowly to the two rebels. The woman moves and comes to kneel down next to the elf's head that is outside of the prison.

"Why aren't you a lucky one," the True Dragon tells him with a cruel smile. She reaches out and runs her fingers across his throat, feeling the necklace that goes underneath his shirt, "Seem's we've got the right one. Pride of the Seeker."

Her fingers go further and touch the jewel that is around his neck, however she withdraws quickly. Snapping her hand back to herself, she hisses in anger. Curses stream from her mouth as she clenches her hand in a fist. With a deadly glare, she turns to the elf and draws her dagger, "You're a serious problem to us, elf," then she smiles, "Just be lucky Domieen wishes to keep you alive, for now," she laughs and brings the daggers pommel down to his temple. Standing she looks to the dragon who closes it's talons around the elf and issues another inhuman laugh. Then the beast takes to the air, leaving Ro'ell as the two rebels fade away in black mist once more.

I saw an death black dragon just in our path.So annoying still if this wouldn't had been enough 3 persons came.After some time i figured that they were most probably rebels.
Before i could decide what to do she jumped into a battle with them.
One of the enemies wanted to finish her with one single blow.Again i could feel an sentiment of extermination from the crossbow.It's curse was again taking control of my body."Die!"I shouted angered.In the meantime i aimed the chest of the person who wanted to kill her.A few second later the arrow i shooted transformed into a magic huge fire arrow.

It's destructive power was so great and devastating for it's enemies.I took of my helmet this time the expresion of my face changing from an normal person to that of an predator an hunter who wanted to kill all."Time to burn down everything and to kill you all!"I screamed nervous.
I was contained by another sentiment one of madness.Rarely it happened that this crossbow to transform me into a real monster.Without thinking at what could happen i began shooting small fire arrows in all directions this action creating an fire in the zone in which we were fighting with them.
"Burn in hell!"I said them on a changed tone.My weapon managed again to curse me as it did recently and one centhury ago.
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City Kingsburrow.
Moseun Zarka.

Finaly i arrived in this city hoping to find an ally.An ally who would lead me to Domieen.I
as an servant of Barthomel wanted some explications why until now my master was not revived.My
dragon landed near a inn."Time for a little break."I told him while entering in the inn not knowing how
many persons where there.As i entered the inn i observed an fight between a girl and an human being
which seemed to be very special. "This fight is one that The Dragon's Scourge can't just watch.On
whose side shall i be?"

I asked the two persons on a loud tone.I had no idea who they were but i decided
that my break was finishing here.I continued to look at them as i prepared my iron claws.This fight was
too great to not interfere.
From their appearance and battle skills i figured that no one of them was an normal person.
My nickname was so popular but no one know it's true meaning.Only the rebels knowed whose scourge i really was.
I wasn't expecting to find a rebel here but i wanted to participate at this battle.

well

After a few moments i managed to calm myself so that i followed her to the palace.I managed to destroy them using my fury but my weapon controled me.I put my helmet back then i told her
"There is something that you don't know about this weapon,something that earlier transformed me into a animal.This crossbow is the weapon of the First Emperor of Zonia.One centhury ago when i acquired this weapon i became what i am now.


An dark elf with red eyes.It cursed me and then like now it transfomed me into a beast."I told wanting that she to know my past.
As i continued to follow her i wasn't sure about who could we meet.Then i saw him.Something happened to him but still i didn't knowed what.I was waiting that he would speak with us but indeed something bad happened.
"Do you have an idea of what could had happen?"I asked her curious.


"Not again.Damn it."I said nervous as i felt an headache.I took my helmet down holding it in one of hands.My other hand,in which i was holding my crossbow,started to trembly.I was feeling an chill and then my eyes were concentrated at the building.
It happened again but this time i tried to abstain myself but in the meantime i was wanting so much to feel the thrill of hunting.Hunting everything that i would find.
"Let me to lead you to death."I whispered on a sinister tone my eyes being concentrated on the building in which we were.I barely abstained myself to not move or to do something but i could not abstain myself for an eternity.

Talon V'lyn

He sat on his knees with his head bowed for some time, it was probably only minutes, but it felt like ages to him. Down on the ground, his hands were curled in fists and his hair covered his eyes that were squeezed shut as he fought off his boiling rage and defeat. Not only had he witnessed Jennifer killing the King, but he was unable to save the mans life, to add to the insult, he lost the illusion mage to the rebels. That was something he had not planned on. He cursed again, his voice thick with emotion.

Too caught up in his own turmoil he didn't notice the room change, nor Whiskers and the Zonian Hunter enter the room either. The only thing that brought his attention back to the present was the elf's hand stretching down under his face and offering him help to stand. Her presence pricked at his senses and his eyes opened, moist with tears of failure. He slowly reached up and allowed her to help him back to his feet. From the side of the room, a large safe pushed open and a man stumbled out. His eyes were wild with fury as he looked about the room frantically.

Talon's heart clenched and his eyes widened. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Quickly, he looked to the wall where he'd seen the King's body pinned. However, what he saw was nothing but smooth wood, no blood, no body. The assassin shot his eyes back to the King who also laid his gaze on the young boy. In a couple of long strides, the larger man took hold of Talon's shoulders and gave him a harsh shake.

"Where is she? Where is that whelp of a woman?" He growled.

Talon's eyes darkened and his jaw clenched tightly. Almost forgetting himself, he shoved out of the King's grip and took several steps backwards, his hands reaching for his weapons before he stopped himself. "My Lord," he growled in response, then he took a deep breathe to steady himself, "She's gone. Taken by the rebels. What the hell just happened? I thought you were dead!?"

"Dead?! By God, never!" The man roared back in astonishment. He whirled around and looked at the other two companions in the room, his gaze settling on the bodies of the men on the floor, "That witch. How could you let her get away?"

"Get away? She was taken from me," Talon retorted.

"Blast it all! That little monster has gone too far this time..." The King growled to himself, running his hands through his hair roughly. Then he looked back to Talon, "Who are you anyway? Who sent you?"

"Lord V'lyn," Talon gave his name in a growl, his bow to the King nothing but mockery, "My King, and no one sent me. We came here in the hopes of trying to save the city."

"Well you failed, Lord V'lyn. Where's your Father? He could have done better than this. Allowing those... beasts ravage the city and letting the most dangerous mage known to man get away from us. Do you realize how long we've been trying to find her?"

Let it go, Talon. There's a reason your Father never cared for King Greyor. This is why. Don't do anything rash, Vy said softly, calming his riders rising anger. The dragon had used their connection to hear everything that was happening in the room.

Vy! This man... why is someone like him a King? He isn't making any sense, he's utterly mad!

There have been far worse men than he, my little assassin.

"There was nothing to save to begin with, My Lord," Talon retorted and turned to Whiskers. He took her arm gently and gave her a gentle push towards the double doors. Behind him, the King stammered in astonishment as Talon turned and completely left him.

"You're leaving? You've done nothing and you're leaving? You cannot just leave, V'lyn! You have a duty to the King's word!"

"You're word was I failed, so I'm leaving. There's obviously nothing more I can do," Talon called back and was out of the room before the man could say anything more. The assassin moved the other two quickly outside, his gaze looking immediately to the sky where the black dragons still wheeled. Though with their leader long gone, the attack was slowly fading. Black dots in the sky could be seen retreating off in the distance.

"Damn," Talon cursed softly. Then he turned, his body shaking, and slammed his fist into the wall behind him, effectively breaking his hand, though the pain didn't register. His chest heaved as he stood there with his head bowed. "Damn it..."

What of the King, Talon?

He can rot for all I care.

Talon, Vy's voice was soft though it held the edge of a reprimanding tone, At least find some guards to send to him.

His jaw clenched and his eyebrows came down in frustration, but he relented to his dragon, Fine.

"Come, we have to start looking for the others. Once everyone's together again we need to find Jennifer. I won't leave her in the hands of those bastards to do with her whatever they want," Talon said, turning to Whiskers and the Hunter. He gazed at both of them for a time before turning and walking down the steps. The first set of guards he found, he ordered to the palace, from there he made his way to Vy who directed the assassin to his whereabouts.

Vier

Her lips curved upwards, eyes flashing still. Her body came crashing down into the floor as the man just barely managed to avoid her. Her dagger slammed into the wood floor, one hand stretched outwards to balance her landing, one leg bent while the other was stretched out to the side. Flipping her head upwards, her hair tossed backwards and she looked up at the large man. Vier's tongue stretched out and slowly ran across her lips as she stood. A soft laugh filled her as she eyed him and his strange magic.

He was very powerful, perhaps someone who could bring about the rebels desires faster than anyone else in the ranks. However, Vier wasn't too inclined to allow him to join in on the ranks that easily. She wanted to test him now, to see what exactly he was capable of before asking him. If she killed him, well then... he just wasn't powerful enough. The dark magic swirled around her and she flicked her hand outwards to once again encase the man in the dark energy. If she could just hold him down long enough, his regeneration would ultimately make her play all the more fun, and his day all the more worse. Of course, that's how she thought of it anyway.

City Laowlee, Jennifer

“Oh? The choke-hold again? How boring. Though i should thank you for burning this giant pox of a city for me...So I guess lending you my assistance isn't out of the question?”

He laughed at her in response, his magic continuing to work its way around them. The dark mist that encased him and the woman mage didn't obscure his view of the assassin at all. Domieen clearly saw the burst of white light from under his long sleeve and the power that emanated from the young man was something that he'd felt before. He felt a growl of anger pierce him as he faded away entirely, lingering just long enough to give the boy false hope of getting his woman back.

The room changed completely. The wooden beams and statues were replaced with rock wall and a deep darkness that was only penetrated by a soft light behind him. He didn't release the woman at all as he stood in the cell. Instead he held her at arms length in front of him so he could get a better look at her in the soft light. His clawed hand reached out and brushed her hair away from her face.

"No, mage. You're assistance isn't going to be lent to me. I assure you, you're not going to like what I have in mind for you," Domieen walked forward with her still in his hold. Once he reached the wall, the light behind him flickered as his dark magic filled the room. It was thicker here, almost as if this were his place of residence and the place where he gained his power. The center of everything.

"Magic and blood. Both are needed to raise him, I'm sure you know of whom I speak of, mage. Our true dragon, our true God. He once was powerful, he once built this land with that power, but he was thrown down into the darkest depths of this world because he had different ideas to the other Gods. However, he sleeps no longer," he pressed her against the wall where dark magic writhed against the black stone and stretched out and around her, holding immobilized against the stone.

"Magic comes from those who use it to kill. You've done much for me on your own, mage. However, you're power is raw, unique even. I've never seen such an illusion mage in my life time," he leaned forward, "and I assure you, I've lived a long time," the clawed fingers curled under her jaw. "Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you, just strip you of your power. Siphon it straight to our God," as he spoke something slithered across her arm, coiling it's way up to her shoulder before rearing back it's rounded head. The pitch black coil had no face, however a slit opened up and it latched onto the soft skin between her shoulder and neck.

"Pure magic, how wonderful," Domieen stepped away as he eyed his handy work. The black snack like thing was pulsing as it held onto her, "You should know, using any of your illusions will only speed the process. I don't advise that, unless of course you wish to be a weak human sooner than later," he gave a soft laugh as he disappeared into the dark hall, silver bars slamming shut behind him.

"Don't fret, your assassin will be joining you as well. Don't think I missed that spark of power he possess now. I don't care how he obtained the vambrace of the dragon God Ieer, all that matters is I will strip him of that new found power and once I'm done with that, I'll bleed him dry. His life will flow into our God and awaken him."

Locien

The black dragon ignored his captives threats and continued on his way. It was soon that the dark elf could see the city that he was being taken too. Laowlee was easily discernible as it was situated right between two mountains. Black dragons wheeled around in the sky, the city had obviously fallen some time ago without any prior knowledge.

The large beast spiraled downwards and dropped the elf into the courtyard none to lightly. In a matter of seconds he was detained by the waiting mages and taken into the depths of the broken and tattered city Palace. He was taken straight into the dungeons beneath the city without pause. The cells were mostly filled, at the back of each one a sickly looking person or one already dead hung onto the wall, covered in dark magic that looked like spiders webbing holding them upright. A single solid black coil running up each of their arms. Some of those coils were larger than others, some much smaller. It could be seen that the larger coils were attached to people who were either very sickly or dead already.

The black cloaked rebels walked passed one such cell that had just closed and met with a taller man. His silver clawed hand flashing in the dim lighting of the dungeons. With a flick of his wrist, the man pointed to an opened cell down the hall. The rebels followed the order and took the dark elf there. Tossed inside, he was followed by the taller rebel who looked down at him and held an air of authority.

"Pride of the Seeker. We finally meet," the man rasped as he stood in the doorway of the cell, "Interestingly I cannot siphon magic from you as I do others, for your power isn't necessarily innate is it?"

The cloaked man didn't wait for an answer only stepped backwards to allow the silver bars to close, "I will have to device other means of taking that power from the jewel you wear, elf. Then we shall see if you are still a threat to me at all," the rebel left then, making his way down the hall and leaving the dark elf in darkness.

Hunting was it's passion maybe a deadly one but still one which gave him the thrill,thrill of hunted,that
he wished to feel so much."My weapon needs me to kill everything."He said on a sinister tone as it
seemed that he was under it's control,transformed from a calm person to hunter this way of being
matching his nickname the Zonian Hunter. While he followed Olivia and Talon he barely had the
force to abstain and so he could feel that sooner or later this thrill of hunting will control him.

"So weak and so fragile."Damascus said on a changed voice.Just from his voice and way of speaking
you could realize that he wasn't Damascus anymore.The weapon which was his source of power was
also the source of it's curse.Now Damascus was preparing to shoot a few arrows with his crossbow
randomly in this city,as his hungered for destruction and death.Still holding his helmet in his right
hand the others could saw that the expresion of his face totaly changed.It no longer represented the
Zonian Hunter,it was the expresion of an animal.

While he was preparing to use it's crossbow a memory appeared in front of him.He remembered the words of his father before dying"Son i recognize you as a true zonian.You proved me today that you are not a failure.Never let your weapon to control you."While Damascus remembered the words of his father before giving his last breath he repeated them with loud voice.In that moment he falled down on the ground sitting on it with his knees.He dropped the crossbow and the helmet simultaneously on the ground those object creating an noise.In that moment while he wasn't holding the crossbow his skin changed from dark to white and his eyes from red to blue.

City Ro'ell : Talon V'lyn

“Whatever went down in there, do not put the blame on yourself...” The soft voice came from the elf, Whiskers. Talon allowed her to turn him to meet her gaze, her red eyes were soft, framed by her silky hair. She looked at him in sorrow, but her words were comforting. The assassin took a deep breathe to try to relax his body. He didn't say anything to her, only nodded then continued on his way down the street.

Behind them, the one named Damascus dropped, his helmet and weapon clattering to the ground. Talon whirled around to see what had happened, then noted the change in the man's appearance. With an eyebrow raised, he walked to the man and put his hand on his shoulder. After assessing if Damascus was wounded or not, he finally knelt down and eyed him closely.

"Are you alright?"

That weapon, Talon. It's not a natural weapon. I would be wary of it... his dragon called lightly.

Talon's gaze dropped to the weapon that Damascus let fall to the ground, then back to the man whom he knelt next to. The brace around his wrist pulsed painfully, the glowing growing stronger, but nothing came of it. Grinding his teeth, Talon reached over and gripped his arm as he stood, stumbling slightly. With the distance from the weapon, the brace seemed to relax as well.

I think we should get more information on that, Vy said.

I think you're right. This thing is driving me nuts, and I can't take it off...

There's got to be a way. Just be patient, we'll figure out something.

“Say... I imagine that we are all a bit exhausted. Why don't we find a place to rest after finding the others, and I fix up that hand of yours?”

Talon looked to Whiskers and gave a soft sigh. She also told him that she was going to ride with him, the tone of her voice made it clear that she wouldn't have it any other way. As much as he wanted to get moving to get Jennifer, he knew she was right. They were all tired and should probably rest before going anywhere so soon. To add to it, the mention of his hand had his attention drawn to it, and only then did the pain register. With a soft curse, his hand that was already tightened over his forearm, clenched harder. The broken bones had already swollen the hand.

"You're right," he hissed softly between clenched teeth.

Vy laughed lightly through their connection, Your temper does get the better of you doesn't it, my little assassin?

An eyebrow twitch and a glare skywards was all that was received in response to Vy's laughter. Looking back to Whiskers and Damascus, he motioned for them to keep moving.

We're landing where you are soon, Talon. It seems that Zoron is in quite the hurry. It may take some convincing to allow him to rest elsewhere before retrieving his rider.

Locien's been taken?

Yes, not too long after landing it seems.

Do we know why?

Aside from his being the Pride of the Seeker, no.

Duly noted.

"Nevermind, it seems that our transportation has come to us. We might not have any luxury of resting though. Locien's been taken as well."

As he spoke, overhead the dragons came spiraling downwards, their slow circles making them larger with each pass. Finally all four dragons landed in the rubble of the city, each majestic beast looking over each of their riders. Talon moved to Vy, the large dragons silver head bending down to nudge the assassin gently in the chest affectionately. Talon reached out with his good hand and patted the beasts soft nose in response. Glancing to Whiskers, he jerked his head to the saddle on Vy's neck as he made his way there. Swiftly climbing up with one hand, he settled himself and turned in order to reach her and bring her up behind him.

City Kingsburrow : Vier

"I offer you this girl. I am no more than a humble merchant, but as you've seen, there's always more to the story. These corpses and bones, cadavers and remains bow to me as though I were a tyrannical king. Come with me girl, and you shall live and train, fight and kill to your heart's content. I will show you what it means to command death not unlike the Reaper himself. But refuse, and your corpse shall feed my dragon at breakfast. The choice is up to you and you could always simply walk away."

Vier looked around, her skin crawling slightly as the bony hand stretched out for her. She reflexively took a step backwards, her gaze shifting all around the room. Her heart shot to her throat, but it wasn't fear the crawled along her skin. It was jealousy. How did this man have so much power? How? It was the only thing that ran through her mind as she watched his prowess. Of course, the call for fighting and killing to her own content was... oh so tempting. Vier could only stand there, stock still as she pulled through her mind the options... the many possibilities.

Her throat constricted as she almost agreed to him immediately, but the words were cut off. What of Domieen? What of her alliance to him? Could she turn her back to him so easily? Perhaps. Her lips curved upwards, baring pearly white teeth and an evil smile that was filled with cunning. She was thinking deeply on the offer. The temptation was getting to her. How could she not deny the power she saw before her? It almost exceeded that of Domieen's.

Almost.

Slowly, she replaced the knife in her belt and put her hand up on her hip. Throwing her hip off to one side as she leaned her weight on one leg, she eyed the man before her with interest. Her hair fell over one shoulder as her head tilted slightly.

"How... intriguing. I try to kill you and you offer me to live and train with you?" Vier took several steps forwards, careful to keep her hands seen at all times so that he didn't mistake her for trying to attack him again. She got close to him, but not too close, her eyes flicking up and down his frame, "Not a bad offer," she whispered to him.

"I don't see any other option for me," she reached up and twisted a lock of hair, "I'll accept your... offer."

"Nothing is fine."Damascus said exausted.As he lifted from the ground, Damascus put his helmet on his head,and took his crossbow back the color of the skin and his eyes changing again.The weapon continued to emanate an red energy which was spreading over his body.It's loial companion Astarod came near him asking his master"What happened?"Not wanting to speak about the incident the assassin told him"Nothing i just remembered some precious words from my father."

As Damascus climbed on Astarod he looked at the destroyed city and thinked to what happened."Crystacia,Yeveen,and now Ro'ell.I wonder which city is their next target."Damascus asked to himself curiously.In the meantime the red energy was continously extending on his body provoking him pain.Not being able to support the pain Damascus screamed.The crossbow was now more like a pain and a torture to him then a blessing and the source of his power.

"I can't support this pain."The Zonian Hunter told seeming very tired.Earlier while he and Whiskers encountered a few enemies he shooted many fire arrows randomly this act being provoked by anger,which consumed many energy.Not being able anymore to support the continous pain and since he consumed so much magic he fainted."Damascus,that damn crossbow.He fainted."Astarod shouted to Talon and Whiskers.In the past the assassin was controled by his weapon but he never fainted because of it.Maybe his weapon recently found a way how to control him better,using his emotions.

Talon V'lyn

“I know you don't like this, but it seems we got no choice but to find a safe area to recuperate, luxury or no.” Whiskers told him gently as she was seated behind him. He gave a soft growl in response, irritated that they were going to be delayed. He felt a bit ashamed afterwards though as he knew that their immediate concerns were with the group that were there.

"Where's Jennifer?" Rania asked gently.

"Taken, like Locien," Talon growled in response, his anger clear on his face as he glowered at the ground. He still felt as if he could have done something to prevent her from being captured. However, he hadn't known that he'd been following an illusion of herself since crash landing into Ro'ell's streets. That woman... he shook his head to try to clear his thoughts. She was going to be the death of him, he was sure of it.

You cannot effect a rescue when everyone is beaten and tired. You're going to get yourself killed and that won't do her or Locien any good, Vy said, turning his large head to look up at him with one silver eye. Talon reached up with his good hand and pushed it through his hair, pulling back the long strands and exposing his scar.

Alright, I understand.

Good. I don't suggest we fly too far, but we cannot stay here in the city either. Perhaps we can go to Kingsburrow. it is only a few hours flight from here.

Talon gave a short nod of his head and turned to the elf behind him, "We will fly to Kingsburrow. it's not too far from here. We can rest there before going after Jennifer and Locien," he paused, his blue-grey gaze hardening and glinting like flint steel as he looked at her, "the moment my hand is taken care of, I'm leaving for them whether anyone is ready or not. I'll go alone if I have to."

After his proclamation, Vy heaved a heavy sigh. The dragon was well aware of his companions desires and personality. It wouldn't have been the first time that Talon had done such things, and Vy knew it wasn't going to be the last either. Looking out at the others, he nodded his head to the unconscious warrior leaning limply in his saddle. His gaze settled on the dark elf who seemed to be acquainted with Locien.

"Lyuze is it? Can you ride with him until we get to Kingsburrow?"

Once she gave her answer they were off to the neutral city.

Kingsburrow : Vier

Vier allowed the man to step towards her, his larger size easily dwarfing her. He reached out and took her hand, to what purpose she was unsure of until a strange power penetrated her skin. The back of her hand burned painfully, but she ignored it easily. Her eyes were examining the strange mark that made its presence on the light skin of her hand. Then images penetrated her minds-eye, flooding her with knowledge, most of it about who and what he was, where he came from.

He was a nomad, a Nephilim, as he'd stated before. She marveled at the expanse of knowledge the nomads possessed. Their skills in magic were of a kind she'd never seen before. Then beings that she didn't know how to describe penetrated the images. They were beautiful, yet slightly terrifying to see. All the while, the only thing that Vier could think of was, what power! The next step was gaining it. That would come later though.

Elation filled her, all thoughts of the True Dragons whom had been nothing of real value to her, were gone. Vier wanted to know more about him, more about this power, but most especially, about how she could obtain it. Then the visions ended, the knowledge ceased its flow and left her hungering for more. She gave the man a wicked grin as he led her from the inn, "My my, what a powerful creature you are. Offer me a job and show me all of this, yet I've not gotten your name. I'm Vier, you?"

Damascus was still unsconscious while his weapon started to glowing again.This an puissant and scary voice could be heard from the crossbow.The cursed weapon was in fact the one who controled him.

'Damascus you may think that i am yours,but the truth is that you are my sclave."The strange said then laughed on a evil tone.In the meantime Sankar was approaching time he looked to the city extremely closing observing that it was nothing now,just simple ruins.When he saw Lion unsconscious and his weapon glowing Sankar immediately suspected that something was wrong.The Zonian runned toward his son then Sankar slapped him.Lion waked up almost immediately.Seeing his father he trembled being scared.
"You are here father."Sankar looked at him disdainful."In fact necromancy is justbringing us on this land."He responded.
"My weapon Lion told wanting to grab it.Sankar furiously slapped him again then he started his tough speech"You idiot.It is controling you.I can't believe that it really passed one centhury and you are still like this."Angry Sankar put his axe at his son's neck telling him

"As my children i have the authority to kill you.I sacrificed my life for yours when Zonia was attacked by Barthomel for what?For an failure.Now in this moments i will take back my words,the words that you heard before i died.You are again the disgrace of my family.I will redeem for my mistakes.One of the mistakes is you.Until you prove me that i am wrong,Lion you will be considered a failure."

Sankar looked extremely furious because his son took an weapon that he didn't knowed nothing about .A crossbow that was threatening it's life.He changed his appearence.In his new form Sankar was more scarier and imposing."When i killed your brother and sister i killed two great fighters but both of them deserved their fate since they tried to assassinate me.Like father like son.You are not like me,you shall never be able to be a great person like me.Even after one centhury you have still remained a weakling"

Lyuze and Rania, City Ro'ell

"I hate heights though in order to reobtain Cassh-, ahem, Locien back from the enemy it seems I have no choice." was the only answer and at that sound Zoron took flight for Kingsburrow. "AH! Crazy dragon, your as bad as your Rider!" Lyuze shouted as Rania rolled her eyes in amusement.

"I should learn more about this Elvahn Casshern. The fact he's just Locien's ancestor doesn't add up to how he's accepted the mantle of Seeker's Pride." Rania thought. Maybe once they got Locien back, she'd have him explain more about the First Pride of the Seeker, and why is he so important still that his descendant is being hounded out by the True Dragons and other parties, namely that Soran Keel that attacked Locien, and even Lyuze, who was still shouting angry words, both common and dark elvish, at Zoron.

By the time they would land in Kingsburrow, Rania would also want to find a medicine man to help with Talon's broken hand. Rescuing Locien and Jennifer were still top priority, but helping the others heal was still on her list.

---Locien, City Laowlee---

"The more you delay the more you're putting Jennifer at risk. You either have to escape now, or not at all." The Seeker said drily in Locien's mind.

"I'm just putting together the final stages of the plan. Don't worry, I'll get myself and Jennifer out, but I don't want to leave any breadcrumb trails for these dragonslaves to find." Locien stated, "If you don't like the fact I'm taking longer then your liking Seeker, then help advance the escape plan for me, like say, put all the guards to sleep, blow a hole in Jennifer's cell wall when I get her out of her bonds so I can make a clean getaway out of the Castle and dungeon, or I know, give me a skeleton key and lots, and lots of Sleeping Powder and amnesia dust."

"...You're pushing it. But I'm sure that there is something I can do to put your escape at your...advantage." With that, something small hit Locien's lap as he took it and cracked open a glowing eye to examine it, nodding at it in approval before placing it up his sleeve and closing his eye again.

"I'll get my door open in an hour, when I do, do something to cover my tracks and get out with Jennifer alive. Sound good?" Locien asked politely.

"Very well." came the reply.

Talon V'lyn

Vy landed in the large courtyard area where the barracks were behind the palace. Dragons of all sizes limbered around, some sleeping with their wings outstretched, others being saddled and ready for flight. The silver dragon flapped his wings several times as he settled on the earth, his enormous size making the ground shake even though he'd landed as gently as possible. The flight from Ro'ell wasn't long, as predicted, though Talon felt it took an eternity to get there. He was more than happy to jump down off of Vy's neck and start his search for a healer.

The sooner he got his hand healed, the faster he could get to searching for Jennifer. The assassin figured that Zoron might have some idea as to where his rider had been taken, and he was betting on that to lead him to Jennifer. Turning, he helped the pretty elf down off of Vy. Once she was on the ground, he turned away and started for the city streets without waiting for anyone. He was in a hurry to get what needed to be done, done.

Have you forgotten what I've said already?

No.

Then relax. You cannot rush into something when no one is ready.

I already said I will go after her alone if I have to.

How will you get there?

Talon stopped mid stride and heaved a heavy sigh, Flight of course.

And if I refuse?

A soft growl penetrated his throat and he ignored his dragon. Talon continued down the street in search of one who could be of assistance to them. Though it was hard to find as not many mages lived in Kingsburrow seeing as it was a neutral city. It took Talon a couple of hours walking around the city before he found someone who was close enough to a healer to help him. He walked in the door and was met with two women, one elderly the other very young. The young one came up to him and smiled at him as she spoke.

"How can we help you?"

"My companions and I need some healing," he motioned behind him to those that had come with him into the city. Whiskers needed treatment for a cut on her arm and Talon's broken hand needed mending. Other than Whiskers, the assassin didn't think anyone else truly needed any healing. The young woman beckoned for him to come and sit as the elder woman took Whiskers.

As he sat down, the girl started by examining his hand, her fingers gently moving the fingers around. Talon winced slightly as she worked on him, all the while she hummed a light tune. Her fingers outstretched over his hand and her eyes glowed brightly. A light filled her fingers then stretched down to his hand and encased it. Talon didn't feel anything, but the bruising faded away and feeling returned to his hand. The girl took a white cloth and wrapped his hand tightly.

"Not all of the bones are healed, so you will have to be careful, but you should be able to use it now. Just don't over do it," she said with a smile. Talon thanked her and stood up. Now all that was left was waiting for the others to finish up. That was easier said then done, so Talon paid for the service and stepped outside. His impatience nearly getting the best of him as he stood there waiting.

The city of Laowlee.A place in which the two Zonian meet again."I shall leave Lion.You even don't deserve to die disgraceful son."His father told him trying to make him feel miserable.The general started walking in the opposite side.He was leaving the ruins and Lion would do the same thing but not before being controled by his crossbow.He had mixed emotions,he wanted to revenge but at the same time indeed he was feeling miserable.

Finaly the assassin was controled by his weapon,the elf and his dragon were controled by that weapon a mere crossbow which at first sight could look just as a normal weapon .After resisting so much time Damascus intentionately let his guard down.The assassin decided that this may be a way to defeat his father.A wong decision that costed the control over his body.So the two of them leaved to Kingsburrow with only one goal.Exterminate everything you see and let only ruins,the curse of the weapon.

"Blood.I want it."The Zonian said eager to kill while he landed in Kingsburrow.Immediately he started launching arrows toward the peoples.Mens,womens and even children didn't escaped his arrows.Lion was enjoy the death of every living being but his joy always increased when a building was on fire."Where are you leaving boy?"Damascus asked him on a evil tone.
He gave the children a short look then shoot an arrow in his heart."Extermination."He screamed furious.
"Damascus use more of your power."The crossbow ordered him.Red enegy was gathering around Damascus and as more energy gathered the more he became like an animal who was thirsty for blood.

"It feels so good.This destruction is making me happy."Damascus said with an evil smiling.Th red energy was again gathering around his body this time because of him."So many peoples but also so many worthless souls that must die."He said anxious while looking at his crossbow waiting for it's order. "Now i am the real owner.Assassin look for mens of all types from normal persons to fighters and eliminate them."The voice from the weapon ordered it on a authoritary tone.

"End of the break.Time to exterminate."Damascus responded to him while moving from one part of the city to another.While the others were helping peoples he was shooting arrows in them.Every person he saw received an arrow in it's heart.One by one he enjoyed their deaths and the red energy around him formed to a red circle around him.Stopping for a few moments he saw someone who he knowed.The real Damascus took control of the body but just for a few seconds."Locien,Lyuze run!"
The elf managed to shout only these words as the crossbow again took the control upon his body.

"Idiot.You can't escape."The voice inside the crossbow said to him.Damascus launched two arrows near them and shouted one word"Extermination." wanting to make his presence knowed.

Rania kept running as soon as she saw the buildings started to crumble, She ran the threshold of the gates as she spotted Zoron and Azmirian flying into a clearing in the woods outside the city. She kept moving as fast as her legs carried her, hoping that the others made it out in time.

---Locien, Lyuze and Lion---

Locien only did what his instincts told him when he heard the two crossbow bolts firing and grabbed Lyuze and ran, feeling the second shot taking three strands of hair as it zipped past him. "Time to run faster, this attack is causing more then I expect!" He shouted as he carried Lyuze as he ran towards the gate and ran faster as his eyes briefly glowed green as he ran faster through the gate. The moment he crossed it the whole city just collapsed inward like a pan of souffle when interrupted. Locien just stared at what was left of the city in shock. he was at a loss of words, even Zoron's nudging seemed to not snap him out of his shock as Lyuze got out of his grip.

"Locien?" he heard Rania's voice in his ears as he walked forward towards the ruined city. "Locien we have to leave, We'll hope that Talon-"

"Talon's still there, along with Jennifer, I can see Vy flying around. They're down there somewhere, I gotta find them!" Locien said as he slowly knelt to the ground. "That, BASTARD dragon! Domieen, may you rot in hell along with Barthomel for all I care! This destruction, all this clearly shows that you have forgotten death!"

"Locien, calm down, your might cause your blood to boi-" Zoron tried to interject in his rant but when Locien turned to glare at his dragon, his eyes were glowing green already.

"Don't make me anymore mad Zoron." Locien stated as he turned to look at the ruins again, eyes turning back to normal. "We gotta find them and get to Vaye. That's all I say we should do."

"Locien, please calm down, we're no good to them if we still stand here doing nothing!" Rania stated, "Lyuze say something!"

The female Dark elf looked at Rania hopelessly. "I can't, I don't know how to calm him down. We're kinda sorta still at each others' throats, or at least, I still am anyway."

Locien just stared at the ruined Kingsburrow. His rage had no words to speak as he just simply let out a long, long scream of rage. A rage that wasn't heard in thirty long years, a rage that Locien thought was long since gone, moved on since the tragic day his life changed.

"He escaped."The evil voice in the crossbow said dissapointed."Damascus try to find them,now!"He ordored.
"Yes your Majesty."He said determined and at the same time anxious to face them.More and more
energy was gathering around this body.The crossbow was planning something,something big for his
puppet.Now it was obvious that Damascus could not escape from the curse by it's own.He need
help,help that he would strangely receive from his former enemy and rival.Still the true Damascus,inside of that armor was still there only that he was buried.

As Damascus dragon landed he climbed on him then his dragon as the crossbow ordored started to
look after Locien and Lyuze.From the air the destruction of Kingsburrow could be saw and admired
by the crossbow.Soon his dragon found Locien and Lyuze and other persons that he meet"Damascus now play with them.I shall tell you when to use the energy around your body for one devastating arrow."Indeed the energy would be used for a killing shot but for now he just fired a normal arrow which was aiming Locien's head. An iron claw extended enough to dodge the arrow."Hmm cursed fool.That was close Locien Kestal."Observing them it seemed that their morale was down and one of them was seriously injured surely they lost the battle"You should go.Now that he is an puppet he could aim your friend who is injured."

Locien just glared at the Dragon's Scourge and then at the mad Zonian hunter. "I have no time to deal with either of you two." Locien said with a hint of sharp steel in his voice, "Lyuze, get on Zoron, Rania, you do the same with your dragon. Go to where we're supposed to meet. I'm going to look for them."

"Locien, don't waste any time looking for them! They might not even be alive!" Zoron pleaded with his master. Locien turned to look at Zoron, his eyes glowing the greenish color of the Amulet's power. "What other choice is there Zoron? Nothing that's what." Locien stated.

"You come to Vaye and get the armor Locien." Zoron suggested. The words armor rang in Locien's mind as he knew what he was talking about. "The Armor of Casshern." he muttered to himself. Another Elvahn Artifact that probably no longer exists, along with the sword that the First Pride also carried with it, both vanished on the day he departed from the other Elvahn with those that left to become Drow.

"Fine, you win this one Zoron. But as soon as I find it, or as soon as I fail to find it, I'll be coming back here, looking for them." Locien said in a very stern determined tone as he climbed aboard Zoron along with Lyuze. With the help of Azmirian, the Green dragon lifted Vy from the ground and both flew off with their riders, toward Vaye.

Rania looked at Locien and remembered the look he gave Zoron before his yell of rage moments ago. She remembered a portrait of the First Pride of the Seeker in the book she read on him. The elvahn Casshern, despite thousands of years of generations, aside from the fact he actually looked deathly pale and Locien's signature Dark Elven color, they almost bared the same facial traits. "It must be because he's also the Pride of the seeker." Rania stated in a confirmation to herself. "There's no proof that Locien's any special like his ancestor unless something else comes up."

Moseun starts running toward Damascus with his claws ready to attack.His enemy shoots an arrow trying to hit him.
Moseun dodges the wood arrow with his claw.He was twirling very fast while in the meantine he extended his claw.Damascus blocked the hit with his shield very quickly.He pulls back his claw.While looking at the Zonian Hunter he was thinking at an strategy to distract his atention.To throw him into a sea,a sea of his own memories.

Althrough Damascus was a range fighter Moseun now had the advantage since the Zonian Hunter was under the control of his own weapon but still the red energy around his body the elf decided that it was better if Damascus would be distracted from the fight .A fate that The Dragon's Scourge considered to be funny and ironic.Still he managed to came up with a strategy." Damascus what happened with you?The crossbow eated your mouth?"Moseun mocked him with this question.
"Zonian Hunter kill him."The voice inside the crossbow ordered him.Hearing this The Dragon's Scourge started laughing.

The Zonian Hunter really became just a little obstacle and no more the threat,he was no more the enemy he wanted so much to fight.As Damascus started to gather energy for an huge fire arrow,probably his most powerful attack,Moseun realizated that now it was the time for his plan."Damascus don't do it.She wanted that you to be a free man not to be controled by your own weapon..Think at the woman you loved.If you kill me then you will become forevor cursed,she will hate you if you will be under his control.Everyone who you meet told you the same thing,never let the weapon to control you. "

"My love."The elf told.In the meantime he dropped his weapon down.He layed on the ground sitting on with his,knees, shocked by those words and looking at the sky.Moseun's plan succeded,his rival was throwed into a sea of memories remembering the last words of the woman he loved and how he found her into a slop of blood."Finaly you are back."The Dragon's Scourge said while looking at him.He approached Damascus then taking advantage that he let his guard down Moseun's claws penetrated Damascus armor and injured him.".I was never your friend.This time by helping you i helped myself.I wanted that you to be conscious in the moment of your death.You have your chance.Tell me that you shall never be an assassin and beg me for the antidote,give me a good reason for giving you a new chance to life. "

"I will never beg you for the antidote.You criminal.I want to die honorably. But the great Dragon's Scourge will die like a dog that he is."This sentence provoked Moseun.Annoyed without thinking to what he was doing,the ekf decapitated him with his golden sword.After killing him Moseun smiled.Before leaving he decided that he will take something from Damascus.Thinking at what could be useful for him he tooked his armor,helmet and shield.
"Rest in peace Damascus Lion."The elf said looking at his enemy.Lion's green robes with the symbol of Zonia on them and his face his white face and blue eyes.Moseun dreamed to something like this but he never believed that his dream would become reality.
"You killed him."The voice inside the crossbow shouted toward him."You hastened his death.What you did to him,i will not allow you to do the same thing with me so you remain here."