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         (Sorry for the delayed post)

Cauld watched the creature split and his sword smashed into the ground. It was stuck pretty well. He knew he had to get free quick but he was connected to the sword physically. He struggled, grunted, and cursed at his lack of thought. Then it happened before Cauld even knew what was happening. The spike of the half creature shot towards his eye. It stopped for a second pressing against a magic barrier. As he watched the spike his eye twitched and his pupil contracted to a tiny dot. The spike pierced the barrier and shot into his eye, through his brain, and out the back of the helmet. The spike retreated unleashing a spray of blood from the hole and taking his eye with it. Cauld dropped to his knees then to his face as blood pooled around body. His Void Mantle stopped glowing the blue runes then burst into blue fire slowly burning away to black dust. Cauld's last thought was still of his foolishness and how he'd never should have challenged the god. The last breath left Cauld's body in the pool of blood. Void Splitter rested in the ground it's eyes closed and the magic fading.


The Void
Cauld's spirit sat next a pillar of ice his back leaning on it. His knees were brought to his chest and his arms holding them. All his tattoos were gone, his skin had returned to its original pale alabaster white, and his one eye was now just regular blue no longer burning with magic. The now gaping hole of his left eye cried a waterfall of crimson blood down his cheek. He no longer had clothes and he was freezing cold. He sat there staring at the permafrost of the ground eternally feeling the foolish regret he had at his death. Soon a brilliantly white fox came and stared at him. Cauld looked at the fox and sighed.

"What do you want fox? What would anything want with this fool?" He looked back down sighing again.

         "I have no flesh wounds, worry not, it is merely exhaustion." Takira took her sister's hand, trying to calm her, "I came on Turka, we were nearby anyway. The Dark Ones, the Old Ones...appeared to us. They are attacking soon, and I...I didn't know what to do. Mora needs help, Aron is awake, and I've...done something. Something inside of me is very awake, and very angry. And I need help. Can you come home? Please?"

Furrowing her brow, she felt as though the trees were telling her that some had been lost, yet they still lived. "Were...there two more with you? I think they've been lost in my forest. I'm sorry, I'll lead them out." She gently touched a tree beside her, and it all began to move, shifting, creating a path for the lost two to follow and find them all.

         Luna followed her new-made companions,even if she liked to stay alone,little further than them.
She now knows the dwarf,Barromier,an engineer and Alexy,volounteer to the war.She often focused on the silent Rolaf,the knight.
The only interesting thing he found was that he was silent...maybe more than her.
Another figure that attracted her was the mysterious cloacked man: She thinks he is....imprevedible,unknown...maybe because they just met.
Few times she talked during the journey: she started to speak more during the camping.

"I'm sorry that I have been cold to you, Luna Duskstalker,you are right.if we wish to survive we have to think positive.. there is still hope..."

She turned to Caylim and looked at her with mercy.

"Hope is immortal,unlike us....however it seems that sometimes it leaves us....I should say sor-" Luna was interrupted by a barking wolf,that dropped a bow.
She followed Caylim and observed the bow,suprised....a mastercrafted oak bow,surely indistructible and probably enchanted.

"Takira's bow!" Caylim said,looking at the wolf.Luna had the time to think..."Takira....the Goddess of Nature?"
She thought,while Caylim asked to the wolf,Taie,where was the goddess.
Luna looked at her back; Barromier,Alexy and Athos,then she grabbed her Moonsilver blade,following the wolf in the deeps of the wildlands.

         Drakenvold stared at the awesome sight of his old friend. Praxus was clad in immense spiky armour but even with all that on Drakenvold could feel the muscle tissue beneath rippling. Drakenvold bowed and cleared his throat, making sure to get the Baron's attention. "My dear friend, it warms my blackened heart to know you are free. Soon this world will feel your wrath and ill be there to cheer you on. But, my good man, first, I have a..... how can I put this....proposition." he smiled craftily, he knew his tricksy demeanor amused the Baron, and what could he say? He lived to entertain. "There is a teensy bit of rust on the cogs that work the means of our domination. You probably know this, but to the slight north east of here is a chain of islands known as the pridelands, home to the Kitsune people. They are great warriors and hunters and are the first line of defence against us should we OFFICIALLY declare war on Atherea, and pose a great threat. Now, we could do it YOUR way, and crush them completely, which will work, or we can do it my way, as i believe your way is a waste of talent. You see, if they joined us, wed have some of the finest warriors in Atherea on our side. That is why i propose you let me and Speck fly off to the pride lands, alone so they know our intentions are not hostile, and NEGOTIATE with them." He made sure to emphasise the word 'negotiate', as he doubted the Baron had heard of that word much. "Their queen, Crenn, has pledged loyalty to the House of Mora, but she is very young and foolish, I'm sure I can bend her mind in the right direction. Besides, intel tells me theyve been having a spot of bother with some tremors, and me coming to their aid might help in them changing their minds. Also, it will do me well to get away from this rabble, I hear the coffee they brew there is absolutley delectable, ill bring you and your brothers back some, if youd like." He turned to look out of the window to the north sea. "Of course, ill keep you updated via the ruby crown. If things go tits up then ill make one of my infamously daring escapes and THEN you can have your way with the kitsune. Either way, we win. What do you say to that offer, god of war?" He implied, turning to flash the Baron an unpleasant, toothy grin which exposed his sparkling white, razor sharp teeth. After all, it just wouldn't do for the esteemed messenger of ruin to have plaque, he had a reputation to uphold.

         Aron turned his head towards Mora, her eyes had turned white and she seemed to not move. That was when he and Takira realized she was somewhere else, though her body was still here. After a few minutes, she returned and turned to Aron and Takira with sadness in her heart."It appears... Even the moon has betrayed us..." She said before falling back onto the grassy hill of the training room. Aron caught her by the hip and placed her down gently.

The lord of death, appears standing before them. The room air chilled to near freezing.

Arktorious Malakath, started talking. Simple enough to say that he was taunting and underestimating them, proud of his own powers. Aron gripped his fist. If not for her sisters safety, he would've strike his uncle by using Arktorious Malakath own frost powers by controling the water elements in the ice. Before Aron could've done anything, Arktorious was gone.

Takira would not stand for it
"But I will allow no one to disrespect her in her own home. Please, if you can, brother, find Caylim. She will know why the Moon has left us. I must send a message of my own. I only pray I will be strong enough to send it." and dashed out, having plans for herself to do.

Aron has now been trusted with two requests. One from Mora: to warn the Paladins in Angles Landing Shrine, and one more from Takira: to find Caylim.

Aron stood and watched as Takira leave.. Aron turned to Mora and watched her rest on the grass. Aron waved his hand softly and placed four wards creating a square around her. Wards of healing, to heal her wounds in faster pace than how it was recovering now... With a blink of an eye. Aron teleported himself to the top of the House of Mora...

Aron closed his eyes and focused his telepathic powers. He raised his hands to his sides and the wind started to circle around him and. His shining hair waving with the wind.. The wind grew stronger and stronger and stronger. His hair waving furiously until the wind suddenly stops. Aron opened his eyes. He had found Caylim... With the information, he suddenly vanish from the spot. He appeared soudless before Caylim, Athos, Alex, Borromier, and the others...

         Crenn lounged in her throne of intertwining branches and roots that came up from a great, circular rock that rose up from the earth, toying with a small bird she had caught earlier by stopping all of its frantic attempts to escape. Surrounded by her "palace", a forest of tall trees that rose up like swords to pierce the heavens, Crenn was, for better or worse, bored. Finally, she sighed, throwing herself sideways so that her legs dangled over one arm of the throne and her head over the other.

She let the bird go, for fear that she might kill it in her frustration if she kept it, and instead resorted to grooming her silky tail to occupy her hands. How she longed to be running in the forests, to be hunting with wolves, to be swimming with the otters...

No. that wasn't what she wanted. Right now, she wanted knowledge. She wanted to know what the had caused the great shaking of the ground, what had caused all her subjects to cower in their dens and nests, to cause her guards to howl at the heavens... She left off her tail and nearly screamed in her frustration the moment she thought about it more. Her fist pounded down upon the back of the chair, small flames shooting out from under it.

She growled and hopped up from her throne, pacing around the rock in the middle of the clearing. Silently lamenting the fact that her head guard, a wolf by the name of Srokaine, had told her to stay behind, while most of her "court" went to investigate, leaving precious few silent, hidden protectors to watch her.

Just as she had finally gathered up the courage to track Srokaine down, however long that might take, a deep, rumbling voice came from the brush to the side of the throne.

"If it pleases my lady..." the voice growled.

Crenn jumped nearly five feet in the air, landing on all fours and growling, baring her teeth.

Srokaine, the huge gray wolf that stood before her, cuffed her with a strong paw across her face. She went flying.

"My lady would do well to notice visitors before they come," he say emotionlessly as Crenn sits up and rubs her cheek, glaring accusingly at the wolf. "As it were, we have news of the groundshakings from the beasts of the otherlands." Srokaine's noble speech, befitting that of a human court of royals, had slowly slipped into the common speech of the PrideLands the entire time he had been speaking.

         The Void
Sat upon a throne of skull Void Splitter's true body sat watching over the Void as he had done for the past 100 years. The red realm rained blood and fire onto the gore and filth that made the ground. To a creature not born of the Void would drive them mad, but those born of the Void are already mad. So Void Splitter remained in the realm of blood and violence watching lost souls hunt each other. Then it started to change in front of him. The red of the world turned blue slowly and the madness ebbed away. Void Splitter knew what it meant and it scared him greatly causing him to shake in his chair. He was about to loose his control of the Void to its true king of the Void.

Since he couldn't move this form he just stared forward uttering one word, "Arktorius..."

         Finaly, Athos saw the big, huge, iron gates swung back to let people in and out of the city. There, their stood a tall man in white armor, Rolaf. A name that sounded formillior to Athos. After thinking for a moment, it hit Athos. He must have been Rolaf, the Knight Commander. He looked like the story's told of him, a tall man in white armor, though it didn't shimmer with "Righteous Justice".

Rolaf is the last of a group known as "The Four", a group of knights that have taken a vow to the gods to obey there every command, and protect there lives with there own. Each of the gods had a knight like this, though the other ones were killed at some point in the last 76 years. Rolaf, when The Four were active, was in charge of personally protects Mora, and watches over hear nearly 24 hours a day to keep her safe, like she needed it. But sense the other 3 of his order were killed, he takes care of all of the gods, watching them like a hawk. It is said he never sleeps, and has been granted powers form the gods to not feel pain. No one gets in, or out, of the House of Mora without his knowing.

No one, except the assassin. No one knows how, but the assassin stuck right past his ever vigilant eyes, and into the vault of the castle. No one has seen him make an appearance sense the attack, and even now in open public it seems no one recognizes him. Or maybe they simply don't want to be disrespectful.

None the less, there he stands, simply starring at the ground with his back against the iron gate.