City Ro'ell

Magical explosions rocked the air all around them as red a black dragons fought a pitched battle over the skies of Ro’ell. The mage’s siege engines thumped in the distance, weird and wonderful machinations of runic magic which racked the air with the constant chattering of anti-air fire. Situated behind Talon once more, Jennifer held on for dear life as their silver mount sped with all haste towards the besieged city, her fingers curled tightly around the assassin’s cloak. The atmosphere trembled with the thundering roars of uncountable dragons. The sound of guttural howls and claws racking against armoured scales pierced her ears, elating her with a mingling sensation of both terror and joy. As though to reflect the fiery rage of its combatants, the heavens flickered under a halo of blood red, offering the illusion of a giant bon fire and inciting nothing but further alarm into those who dared looked up to it.

Jennifer herself was helpless as Vy carried her, the dragon unmistakably seeking an opening within the furious fighting surrounding them, one that would grant them access to the city. They dodged numerous dragons as they pressed forwards, the frequent tossing and turning leaving her entire body numb with shock as each rapid change in direction jarred her entire body. Raising an arm, her sharp voice cracked the air as lances of fire circled her. “World facture!” she shouted. A simple flick of her wrists thrust the spears forwards, impaling the limbs of a nearby black dragon. If they were going to survive, she'd need to do something also. Abruptly, something else collided against them. Jennifer could feel the force of the impact reverberating painfully through her spine as diamond edged claws flashed past her face, carrying chunks of Vy’s silvery flesh and blood with it.

Talon’s reassuring grip lost its strength completely as his silver dragon toppled away from the blow. In that moment, Jennifer felt herself being lifted, a slow horror encasing her mind as her hands clenched frugally at thin air. Free falling with nothing but the cold wind to whip past her face, Jennifer’s heart raced from the exhilaration, her adrenaline pumping feverishly through her veins. A sudden scream escaped her lips, only to be lost instantly amongst the cacophony of chaos. She had to do something, to form an object or initiate an action to break her fall, but fear froze her ability to think. This was Ro'ell though, her goal was almost within her grasps... Just when she’d regained some composure, Vy’s sleek form appeared in the corner of her eye before shooting ahead of her.

The wind passing her face changed direction, no longer buffeting fully across her body and for once she felt true relief as Talon’s solid arms snatched her from the skies. "Are you alright?" he asked.

Jennifer’s face lit up, confusion consuming her mind for a moment as her thoughts caught up with her. Whether it was her frantic heartbeat or the adrenaline, all she could do was blush in a stunned silence. There was no further time for words since more black dragons began to pursue them immediately, their gaping maws hot on their heels. Fortunately, the outline of the city’s dark buildings was rapidly growing. Blank walls grew details and defining features as the distance between them and their destination dwindled. "Hold tight to me, we're going to drop off of Vy."

Jennifer nodded simply, her dark eyes narrowing at the ground as her body tightened like to coil in order to brace itself. She felt giant jaws snapping centimetres from her face as they spiralled ever closer and tried to ignore it. Timing their drop with precision, Talon carried her down dexterously, twisting his body into a roll to reduce the force of their momentum before finally coming to a halt.

As she felt the grip of his hold loosening, Jennifer stepped away swiftly, taking a moment to observe their surroundings. "Are you hurt?" Talon inquired.

Jennifer looked at him with a wide grin, her eyes dancing with nonchalance as she ran a hand over her head to organised her hair. “This is why I hate flying,” she said, pausing to gaze deeper into his blue-grey eyes. “You want to locate King Greyor I imagine? It’ll be fastest to allow me to lead the way.”

She regurgitated her guts out onto the cobblestone then, the twist in her stomach that she'd been trying to forget the entire flight unravelled all at once. The mage bent over a sidewalk, spitting out the acidic liquid which burnt the inside of her mouth. "Just... give me a chance to recover...." she huffed, clutching her waist.

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Close by

Behind the cover of the buildings, Jennifer plummeted towards the empty street adjacent to Talon's. Forcing her eyes shut to focus, her arms flapped wildly with the wind as she focused her magical energy. By the time she opened them again, Jennifer's ordinarily dark eyes glowed a dreadful green. "World fracture!" Jennifer yelled, pouring the unnatural energy out from her body and into the world. Several carts filled with hay bale shimmered into existence, stacking into a vertical line below her to break her fall. Jennifer held her breath as she crashed into them, her momentum splintering timber and straws recklessly on her way down.

When she finally tumbled out of the lowest cart, her chest heaving as she caught her breath, Jennifer was riddled in cuts and bruises. Her clothes were torn, shredded to pieces by the fractured wood, but as her pain indicated, she was nonetheless alive. Summoning a clean set of clothes around her, she had to fight to maintain her magic over the young assassin, her concentration close to ruins now thanks to her own temerity. Quickly, she stumbled over to a dark alley, watching Talon from the other side.

Jennifer glanced at her own illusion from beyond the alleyway, a cruel smirk playing across her red lips. She weaved more magic into the assassin’s delusion, just enough to delay Talon for the next few minutes. His own disorientation would handle the rest and give her plenty of time to reach the chambers ahead of him and finish her business.

“Sorry Talon, but whether it be you, the others, or the rebels, i don't want you ruining my enjoyment just for this occasion," her apology was devoid of sincerity as shadows consumed her lithe form entirely. Jennifer's pale face was the last thing to fade, followed by the sound of her hissing laughter. The shrill sound sucked the air until it was dry in her throat, "Though i already told you could never trust me anyway."

"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.

Empty. There was no one there.

Jennifer strolled casually through the corridors, the soft sounds of her footsteps broken by the scuttling of rocks as she played soccer with a pebble carried from the outside. The hallway ahead, a brightly lit wide access way was devoid of life. The complete lack of magical explosions or corpses was all the confirmation she needed.

The illusion mage continued to edge forwards. She’d been navigating her way through the castle for several minutes now, recalling the memories of her past spent here in. Disguising herself as a guard with her magic, Jennifer had at least expected numerous magi guards to be traversing the stony passageways, to even hear the sound of their armoured feet racking against the masonry, but it was all too quiet.

Resting her arms over her head, Jennifer’s pale chin rose as she gazed up at the passing roof. Wooden beams braced against the parallel walls rose up majestically before her, displaying intricate representations of Ro’ell’s gods. Duly, she whispered the names of each one as she progressed, each one conjuring her distant studies. Jennifer felt strange, it seemed as if the rebels had simply given up and vanished, slipping into the cracks of whatever shadows they’d originated from. The fighting outside had been nightmarish, just seconds before reaching the castle she’d been desperately evading the whizzing fireballs and steel tipped arrows. The hand to hand killing and bloodied corpses lining the inner walls where a testament to that. Considering the rebel’s behaviour thus far, it made no sense to her that the rebels wouldn’t take advantage of the confusion and head for the king immediately.

The king’s security chambers lay at the end of her pathway, lining the walls of a simple antechamber. It acted as a safe almost, and Jennifer guessed once it was sealed it likely couldn’t be opened from the outside. Fortunately, luck favoured her as the echo of hurried footsteps reached her from behind. King Greyor, circled by three guards, was making his move to towards the safe. They stopped immediately as they spotted her.

“Magic,” one of the guards spat, sniffing the air like a literal hound dog. Greyor’s eyes narrowed as the perceptible danger presented itself in the form of Jennifer.

Jennifer’s grin could only widen fully behind the mask of her illusionary uniform. Lances of magic tore across the room as the guards launched several attacks without hesitation, creating glowing blades of energy which scythed into her. Jennifer’s slender body shuddered under the impacts, her head lulling. Abruptly her hair came down as her cruel smile rolled back to face the human guards, the wounds over her body vanishing magically.

“World fracture.”

Invisible blades ripped across the room, tearing chunks out of the masonry floor as Jennifer's attack carried itself forwards. All three guards howled in agony as their blood sprayed over the floor, splattering in horrible arcs across the walls. A shrill laugh pierced the ears of the Greyor as Jennifer stepped forwards unnervingly, revealing her true identity as she dipped her feet in puddles of red liquid. Her arms extended outwards as a hysterical voice thundered across the wide antechamber, depravity and joy mixed in her expression.

“You monster,” Greyor spat with a contemptuous snarl. He drew his sword, one final display of courageous resistance as Jennifer drew closer to him, her smile still fixed to her features.

“Of course I am, your city made me this way after all. Be proud! And now, you and I, we need to have a little private chat,” She uttered the final words in tantalizingly short clips, teasing the man playfully as her buzzing magic filled the entire room.

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Jennifer stood face to face with Greyor as the king writhed in pain, twirling his golden crown around her fingers. The blood greasing her body slid to the tiles as she pulled herself away with a single motion. She took a deep breath and exhaled, a sigh of relief almost as she gaze around at her handiwork. The king was impaled against the wall, crucified almost as her spears held his arms outstretched. Since time had been short, this was all she could manage. For whatever reason, she still continued to pump her illusion magic into the room. In her other hand she juggled a dagger as she stepped closer once more, the blade inches away from dealing the finishing blow.

He'd reached the double doors that led into the citadel. As he climbed the steps, Jennifer pushed the double doors opened and he followed her inside. The huge palace opened up before him and his gaze immediately went upwards to take in the enormous ceiling overhead. Ahead of him was another set of doors that he hurried to as Jennifer paced to them. However, as she reached the double doors, her form shimmered and faded away. Talon paused as he stared at where she'd once been standing. With a raised eyebrow he slowly moved towards the double doors and drew his throwing knives.

As he pushed open the doors he was met by the strong scent of blood, then his gaze shot about the room and noted four bodies laying on the floor. Blood coated the floor, glistening in the firelight of the torches on the walls. Talon moved quickly, rushing into the room with his heart in his throat. He couldn't believe what he saw, it was a slaughter that his eyes rested on. Slowly he realized that Jennifer was seated neatly next to the body of the King who was impaled up on the pillar in front of her, his golden crown twirling between her fingers. Her lithe form was covered head to foot in blood and Talon stopped mid stride in horror.

His eyes swept across her bloodied form, then to the men lying in their own crimson liquid. The assassin could hardly comprehend what was going on before him. Blue-grey eyes lifted to look at the King as he was pinned to the wall. His throat clenched tightly. However, as he approached her, the small woman stepped forward and put her knife into the King's body, essentially killing him. There was a soft cry, then an exhale of air as the man fell still finally.

"Jennifer," he whispered softly, his eyes wide. The knives fell from his numb fingers as he stared at her. It took him a moment, but he finally gained his composure and his hands clenched into fists, "What did you do?" He yelled in rage. Talon took three steps towards her and took hold of her shoulders roughly.

"Jennifer!" He screamed again. A choke escaped him as he looked back to the dead body, "How... why? What the hell is wrong with you?" he shook her again, then released her and looked to the King impaled on the wall. He reached up and ran a hand through his hair in defeat, gripping the long strands between his fingers tightly, causing a burn to course through his skull from pulling so hard.

"Perhaps she should join the ranks of the True Dragons," a deep voice called, echoing in the room.

Whirling around, Talon grabbed Jennifer once again and dragged her behind him without thought. His free hand drawing his dagger. From the shadows behind Jennifer's throne like chair, a glint of silver came first than the dark figure of the tall rebel mage. The True Dragon lifted his fingers and curled his clawed hand towards Talon. The assassin crouched down slightly, pushing her further behind him as he slowly backed away from the mage.

"She sure makes my own work pale in comparison. It's too bad that her power is something I need for my own plans."

"You're Domieen aren't you?"

The man stopped his advance and stretched out both hands on either side of his body, "Perhaps," the man's voice told Talon that he was smiling under the darkness of his hood. The rebel started forward again and Talon raised his dagger in a defensive position. His mind was still reeling at what he'd seen, he couldn't believe that Jennifer was sitting in the middle of the massacre, covered in blood and twisting around the crown in her hands. He tried hard to get the vision out of his mind, but it wasn't working.

"Step aside, assassin, make this easier for yourself."

"No," he growled.

"She just killed your King, do you not wish to see her own death?"

"Never."

Domieen laughed then and stopped his advance, "No matter, you're just a nuisance. You're of no importance to me at all," the man's clawed hand flicked forward and Talon felt his body tossed into the floor away from Jennifer. Black magic swirled around her and dragged her forward to the rebels side. His hand stretched out and gripped her around her neck, magic pouring from his body to encase her in a dark mist. He turned his hooded face to her, "You're illusions are of no help to you, woman. But your power is of much use to me."

Talon got back to his feet, only to have the magician slam him back into the floor. Silver bands wrapped themselves around his arm up to his shoulder, pinning him to the ground. Rolling to his side, Talon struggled to free his hand just as the True Dragon turned his silver claws to run across Jennifer's pale face. The silver brace around the assassin's wrist exploded in blinding light, sending a sharp wave of pain through his arm to his chest. The bands that held him to the ground broke and he flew to his feet the second he was free. However, as he rushed to the man, the black mist that surrounded Jennifer expanded and encased them both. In a matter of seconds, all that Talon clasped in his arms was misty air.

He stumbled to a halt and looked down to his empty arms. Whirling around he was met with nothing else in the room except for the four bodies. After a moment, Talon let out an enraged yell, dropping to his knees in anguish. What was he going to do now?

Gripping the dagger tightly between her fingers, Jennifer’s blade hovered just beyond Greyor’s chest, waiting for the doors to slam open. Her blood caked smile broadened as Talon’s dark form burst through the entrance, the wooden frames trembling with the force of his alacrity. As she heard the loud bang of timber racking the walls, she drove the pointed tip forwards, her wrists giving the weapon one last twist to end the life of the King.

"Jennifer,"

Only then did she shift her gaze towards Talon. Jennifer's thrill grew as the horror on his face became perceivable, his wide blue-grey eyes constricted in both revulsion and shock as he stared at the king’s corpse. The assassin seemed to gulp at first, his own knives clattering harmlessly to the floor with the light clang of metal scraping stone. Eventually his hands balled into fists as his contempt switched over to her and for a moment she swore she could see the veins on his face popping.

"What did you do? Jennifer!" he exclaimed, arresting her shoulders between his arms with a look of betrayal. The force of his shaking sent the golden crown flying out of her hand and rolling across the floor.

Despite the acute pain caused from his fingers digging into her skin, Jennifer did nothing to resist his iron grip. Unnervingly, she maintained a sharp smile as she simply directed her chin up to his face, a dreadfully condescending look undermining his anguish.

"How... why? What the hell is wrong with you?"

Released from his grip, she dusted herself off, though the motion only served to smear the blood still staining her clothes. “I already told you that you wouldn’t like everything you see,” she responded cheerfully, acting completely at ease with the situation. A new voice seemed to suck the air out of the room then, startling her. Jennifer hesitated as she recognised the unmistakable power and authority carried within the tone.

"Perhaps she should join the ranks of the True Dragons,"

Talon shoved her behind him, causing the mage to stare blankly at the back of the assassin in surprise. He was shielding her still? The thought lifted her lips into a small smirk even as Domieen’s treacherous presence loomed ever closer.

"She sure makes my own work pale in comparison. It's too bad that her power is something I need for my own plans." Jennifer blinked at Domieen's statement, her mind racing with alarm. She hadn't anticipated the rebels coming after her. Had she been mistaken? Talon’s efforts were ultimately futile as an invisible force whipped the man to the side, sending him crashing against a wall. Jennifer felt frighteningly exposed as the dark mists congregated around her feet before quickly rising to coat her entire body like a cocoon. The other man’s touch sent chills across her spine, making her recoil slightly as Domieen’s hand reached out and tightened around her neck. Resisting his vice-like hold all the way, her breath grew short as her throat muscles fought to break out of his cage.

"You're illusions are of no help to you, woman. But your power is of much use to me."

Jennifer licked the blood from her lips as Domieen ran his claws across her cheek, the jagged edges drawing painful lines over her face. “Oh? The choke-hold again?” she wheezed, pausing desperately to suck the air back into her lungs. Her eyes still glinted darkly as she stared at his hood, though it was difficult to tell whether she was being defiant or merely mischievous. “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,” she coughed a series of hissing fits meant to represent laughter even as she was whisked away.

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As Talon’s knees hit the ground, the illusion previously held together by Jennifer’s proximity dissipated. Of the four carcasses, Greyor’s body vanished from the column entirely, dagger and spears along with it. The door to the safe came open with a sudden jolt then, King Greyor stumbling out of the safe very much alive.
 

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.

He let the dark powers envelop him, holding him in place. He had just a few more tricks up his sleeve, several of which could possibly end this fight by bringing the city down around him. But he wasn't all that destructive yet. The bones that knit into armor around him slowly took on an amorphous shape, the clatter of bone on bone a deafening hum that rang through the nearly empty building. The space between them filled with the dark purple liquid and the aroma of fresh graves and oddly enough, blossoming lilies, filled the air of the room in an almost palpable manner. The bones were taking on life of their own and from behind the mass of marrow and energy, Thane spoke, his voice as thunderous as a torrent.

"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," From the mass of bone and energy, a skeletal hand extended itself towards Vier. "I will show you what it means to command death not unlike the Reaper himself. But refuse," A shrill whistle rang from behind the wall and in moments the steady thud of massive wings in the air was audible. "And your corpse shall feed my dragon at breakfast. The choice is up to you and you could always simply walk away." The bones slowly grew restless, eager to return to rest, as was Thane. But he would not allow them, until the fight was finished. Silently, he waited for her answer.

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.

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?"

Thane stopped in a plaza, not far from the inn where Itan rested his wings, waiting for his master. When he saw Vier, a low growl escaped his throat, only to be met with a light slap on his snout. "Itan. This is Vier. She'll be travelling with us for a while. Get used to it." Thane clambered up onto Itan's neck then reached down and pulled Veir up into the saddle behind him. The massive leather straps that held it in place were as wide across as Thane's shoulders and wrapped into an 'H' pattern on the opposite side of the massive, shallow basket that held both riders and goods alike. "It's Thane by the way." He told her as Itan lifted them into the sky. "And this is Itan. My travelling companion."

Once they had reached a height that was suitable for Itan's tastes, Thane whispered in the beast's ear, then climbed back into the basket-saddle. "We start now, with any questions you might have. If there are none, then we begin with a simple test. Do you think you can handle that?" He pulled a small bone out of his pocket and tossed it gently into the air, keeping it suspended a few feet from the saddle's floor. "I will control this bone with my capabilities and in the meantime, answer your questions. You will try to wrest control of it from me. If you can take it, then you pass and we may move on. If not, we begin from scratch. I will break you down and rebuild you into an image of insurmountable power, nearly as much as a Nephilim."

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"