Legends of Gialpha

Legends of Gialpha

The fate of the Gialpha lies in your hands.

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Introduction

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The year is 5290 in the 8th era. This is an Earth parallel to our own known as Gialpha. On this planet the geography is different and all the races we think of as those of fantasy actually exist and have evolved alongside man. Technology and magic have become intertwined with one another and are now practically one in the same.
The last era was brought to an end by the Nocturnal War. The war raged for 15 years as an evil sorceress plunged the planet into an unnatural darkness by forcing the moon into a permanent state of solar eclipse. The sorceress and her dark forces were eventually defeated by a group of heroes whose names were lost to the ravages of time.
The Nocturnal War was the first event in all of Gialpha’s history to unite all the races. Good and evil reside in all creatures regardless of race, and as such it was the first event to bring together the evil in all races as well. Sadly, after the war, the races became as divisive as ever. Smaller wars sprang to life and were quelled over the generations. Eventually the Nocturnal War faded into history along with the heroes who ended it and over thousands of years, few believe in the legend.
Now a new evil has surfaced in the darkest reaches of Gialpha. A vile wizard found the ethereal scepter in the caverns of the Black Mountains. Though his plans are currently unclear, legend says that the ethereal scepter can bend the will of any soul to that of the one who bares it.



Races

Humans: Versatile, hearty race that has found ways to thrive in all the regions of Gialpha. From the Nordics of the arctic Polara region, to the Myhalians of the Sunrage desert in the equatorial region of the All-continent. They are proficient in in magic wielding, weapons, and creating new technology.

Elven: Elves are incredibly skilled in all magical aspects. They are attuned to nature and live all over Gialpha. They are born as neutral elves and when they reach maturity, usually their 12th or 13th birthday, they take on an elemental magic from their environment. Elves never stay neutral past their 13th year unless they live in an environment that is truly neutral. Upon reaching maturity, they will become elementally locked, making adult Neutral Elves incredibly rare and the most powerful in the race.

Orcs: Large ogre-like creatures with skin tones ranging from grey to brown to green. They possess great talent at the forge, specifically weapons, however they can make or improve just about anything involving metal, stone or leather. Very strong and brutal in combat, they are a force to be reckoned with, yet they lack skill in magic. They often live in the swamps and marsh lands of Gialpha.

Fairies: Though the name conjures visions of tiny winged people the size of a dragonfly, Fairies are most commonly the same size as humans on Gialpha. They still possess wings and will often shrink to their smaller size as a defense. They are skilled in magical arts, but they excel in enchanting, be it weapons, armor, or even jewelry. They are mischievous and enjoy pranking other races that wander into the forest areas where they make their homes.

Therians: The humanoid beast-people of Gialpha. They come in a range of animal variants, including but not limited to: wolves, cats, lizards, insects, and birds. Their talents and abilities vary based on the type of animal they are. They live all over Gialpha.

Dwarfs: Similar looking to the humans, though much shorter and stronger. They live in the mountain and cave regions on Gialpha. They are very skilled miners and can wield an axe in battle like no other. They are known to be reclusive and prideful of their culture.

Merfolk: The half human, half fish creatures that reside in the oceans and other bodies of water on Gialpha. When on dry land their fish tails turn into legs and they appear to be human, aside from the webbed fingers and pointy fin-like ears. Like humans, they are versatilely skilled in many areas.

Avians: Much like the Fairies, the Avians look like normal humans with wings. However, Avians can’t shrink and their wings resemble those of a bird rather than those of an insect. Avians are skilled swordsmen and possess some of the strongest armor on the planet. They live in jungle areas.


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Character Portrait: Vanarak the White Bull Character Portrait: Yevoc Cryoblood Character Portrait: Ash Jinxwisp Character Portrait: Tikal Character Portrait: Lailah Van Telias Character Portrait: Drake de Lascaux Character Portrait: Nyx Sadow Character Portrait: Alexander Typhen Character Portrait: The Guardian

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It was painful, In several ways. Vanarak was still
conscious,
So to say. Even if his mind was trapped inside this red mist which had lowered around him. He was fighting, But it felt so wrong. He could feel a familiar sense hit his skin, blood, But also that was, wrong. The blood made him rear back, like it was painful to the touch. Yet his frenzied mind could not be distracted. He dove for more targets, grabbing almost aimlessly in the direction of whatever that was infront of him. But he touched nothing. Something gently caressed his back. It was a sword, carving through his skin. Of course for Vanarak this was barely even felt, It wasn't even enough to stagger him.

In act of pure instict while turning around to face additional opponents Vanarak swung his head downwards forcing his horns down into earth attempting to simply impale Drake while spinning around. No more action could be taken as a weapon, of a size matching his own was being bringed down upon him. Raising his axe to attempt to block it, It would normally be considered a stupid way to try and block but withing the fuming anger there wasn't much room for thought, And Vanarak knew that he had more than enough Physical strength to block most attacks.

The blade struck against his axe. But the attack was just slightly off center, Something seemed to impact the wielder making his attack slightly inbalanced, instead striking the left most side of Vanarak's axe's handle. Giving him the chance to do an unexpectedly tactical maneuver, Switching the balance in his grip, letting the greatsword simply slip off the side. Vanarak's savage fury would probably have continued onto the knight who had swung at him. But a pitch black bolt impacted directly onto his face, The black goo-ish matter seemingly covering his eyes making him rear backwards. Only for The Guardian to make an impressive dive, Striking the blunt end of her spear onto his forehead, A resounding crack echoing from it.

The strike was powerful, definitely something that could break a mans skull. Vanarak stood completely still, But just for a second. A blunt weapon hitting him against his head was almost as ineffecient as an attack against him could get as Vanarak's skull was like a thick helmet. Bullheaded became a saying for a reason. Yet the attack was definitely felt, The blinding magic kept Vanarak from making any sort of preparation and the blow, well,
It knocked some sense into him


Perhaps as the blow knocked out some of the frenzied consciousness it made room for his sane consciousness. Expending some of the escaping anger Vanarak swung his free hand upwards attempting to simply grab the legs of The Guardian and slam her against the ground. Before finally taking several steps back. Dropping his axe and using his right hand to cover his face while the left tugged at his horn "Argh! No- uhh"

Vanarak fell to his knees, It was his mind fighting against his every bit of survival instinct. Every fiber of his body yelled at him to pick up his axe and swing it until nothing would dare to oppose him, Until nothing could oppose him. But he couldn't. Something was far too wrong.

I am in Control, I'm not a beast, I'm not a monster!

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Character Portrait: Vanarak the White Bull Character Portrait: Yevoc Cryoblood Character Portrait: Ash Jinxwisp Character Portrait: Tikal Character Portrait: Lailah Van Telias Character Portrait: Drake de Lascaux Character Portrait: Nyx Sadow Character Portrait: Alexander Typhen Character Portrait: The Guardian

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Drake swore he would have been gored had it not been for Alexander throwing the bull's attack off. Oddly enough, it seemed even the professional knight of noble stead hadn't landed a good blow. He could see the Avian try to orient himself after the attack, clearly off balance from something.

The bull Therian stumbled and turned away as dark magic impacted him from Nyx accompanied by some other stranger he hadn't seen with them before. Wherever she came from, her help was welcome.

Drake frowned as Vanarak began to stumble away from them and drop his axe. The beast roared and mumbled to himself while tugging his horn and clawing at his face. Perhaps the saying that bulls see red held more truth to it than probably the entire party wanted to admit.

Part of the Corsair wanted to drop everything and run to see what became of Lailah, if she even managed to hold on somehow or not. He glanced in her direction and found blue aura around her body projected by some sort of fairy. He had seen the fae associate with Yevoc previously, though it was a minute detail he had simply shrugged off to focus on more important things like an entire goblin village controlled by an ice troll with glowing eyes. Regardless, satisfied that Lailah was at least being tended to in some way Drake turned to Vanarak the Therian bull and watched him like a hawk, bloodied sword in hand. Anything else, even the pleas of another fae present for them to stop, simply melted into background noise as the sound of his thumping heart filled his ears and the hoarse, angered breathing of the Therian continued to puff out in a visible mist due to the cold. The moment it made a move he didn't like, he'd pounce.

The setting changes from Polara to Gialpha

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Character Portrait: Vanarak the White Bull Character Portrait: Yevoc Cryoblood Character Portrait: Ash Jinxwisp Character Portrait: Tikal Character Portrait: Lailah Van Telias Character Portrait: Drake de Lascaux Character Portrait: Nyx Sadow Character Portrait: Alexander Typhen Character Portrait: The Guardian
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The setting changes from Gialpha to Polara

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Character Portrait: Vanarak the White Bull Character Portrait: Yevoc Cryoblood Character Portrait: Ash Jinxwisp Character Portrait: Tikal Character Portrait: Lailah Van Telias Character Portrait: Drake de Lascaux Character Portrait: Nyx Sadow Character Portrait: Alexander Typhen Character Portrait: The Guardian

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Lailah's mangled form spurted blood and twitched every few seconds. The young noble to drift in and out of consciousness, completely numb to pain in her state. Everything seemed so cold and dark...

Then, slowly, warmth came upon her. She could not see, hear, or comprehend where or why this warmth came about. All she knew was that it was a most pleasant feeling, akin to taking a rose scented bath. A sensation which washed away all woes and worries. Vaguely, in the back of her mind, she could hear the clashing of steel, the shattering of earth, and some hot-blooded shouting. The knight in her urged her to wake up and help, yet...

I'm sure Alexander, Captain Drake, and the others are more than capable of taking care of it...," she thought, her lips curling into a slight smile as Ash's blue light gradually restored her face.

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Character Portrait: Vanarak the White Bull Character Portrait: Yevoc Cryoblood Character Portrait: Ash Jinxwisp Character Portrait: Tikal Character Portrait: Lailah Van Telias Character Portrait: Drake de Lascaux Character Portrait: Nyx Sadow Character Portrait: Alexander Typhen Character Portrait: The Guardian

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So much was going on around him, Ash was finding it hard to concentrate. The bull seemed to be settling down, though not at all calm. A new avian seemed to appear out of nowhere and was helping the others for which he was grateful. He could sense that Lailah was beginning to wake but he wasn’t finished healing her yet. He knew he had to speed up the process and the blood that had pooled in the crater began to flow from the crater back into the few open wounds that remained like a waterfall going in reverse. Ash knew the blood would help her to regain her strength. After all the blood had gone back into her there was nothing more he could do, she was healed but she had to wake up on her own. He took her back to the cave to get away from the bull should he decide to go on a rampage again. He set her down gently. “Hey, uh… girl, you need to wake up. We’re not exactly in a safe place right now.” He spoke as he shook her shoulders in an attempt to wake her up.

Yevoc was following the trail of dust as quickly as he could before it dissipated. He managed to get to the center of Frosthiem before it completely vanished. Luckily, he saw that the trail had led directly to an old cemetery and seemed to end abruptly at a plain looking headstone. As he walked through the city he was met with stares, muffled gasps, pointing and whispering. He had almost forgotten the fact that he was royalty until these people began to make a big deal out of seeing one of eleven princes of Polara. Before he could get to the gate of the cemetery, he was already swarmed by a mob of people. “Okay, look everyone, I need you all to back off of me.” He began to shout in order to be heard. “I have some important business to take care of, but afterward I will sign autographs and answer all the questions you want. Just let me do what I have to do first. Please go back to your daily routines.”

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Character Portrait: Yevoc Cryoblood Character Portrait: Juniper Varosa Character Portrait: Tsudao

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"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Not in the slightest, but I've got nothing better to do and curiosity's got me by the tail."

"Says the one without a tail."

With her fluffy therian bodyguard in tow, Juniper decided to follow the trail inside of Frostheim. Exploring outside was out of the question, as she'd rather stay out of danger and keep close to their rendezvous point; who knew where it could lead them?
They had kept a steady pace trudging through wave after wave of thick snow when a young man - an elvish man? - sprinted straight past them right along the shimmering blue path.

"He's following the path," Tsudao stated the obvious.

"Come on," Juniper said excitedly, patting his shoulder and picking up her feet to trail the elf. "That's our lead!

"What lead?" the wolf asked, catching up to and then swiftly running past her. "I thought you were waiting for the adventurers."

"Open your eyes, Tsu, he was one!" she replied, already out of breath but not slowing down. "The swords, the disheveled clothes, he looked like he just booked it straight out of a brawl! Let's go make a good first impression, yeah?"

Rolling his eyes in something like compliance, the pair made their way into what suddenly formed into a mob. A minute ago, it didn't seem like there were too many folks prancing about, but now that so many had gathered into one, condensed ball of screaming and waving hands, it was like a sea of people had begun to bar their path.

"Is that him?" a woman shouted, hopping around the heads and shoulders of fellow gawkers to get a better look.

"A son of Cryoblood in the flesh!" A tall, grizzled-looking man raucously confirmed to nobody in particular, briefly fixing his cap before fumbling for the camera in his bag.

"He's a prince, he's a prince!" was another youthful voice, piping up from deep within the mob.

Suddenly, a piercing whistle rang out amidst the cheers and hoots, the following silence giving way to the howl of the wind.
The voices began to drop to hushed tones and murmurings, many of the heads turning to see the source of the noise. Before the crowd stood Countess Juniper Varosa, a grin on her face and a silver whistle between her fingers. At her side, the tall and imposing therian wolf folded his arms over his chest, glaring down at the masses with a sharp eye and slightly bared fangs.

Juniper released her grip on the whistle necklace, letting it fall against her collar as she performed a full curtsy. "Greetings, fine folk of Frostheim! This is more out of courtesy than anything, but perhaps you'd like to give the man some breathing room? Why, he's a living being before he is a prince, for god's sake!" The mob began to begrudgingly part as the golden-haired woman and her partner approached the elf, the former observing him intensely as she placed her fingers to her chin.

So, this one's a prince, is he? she thought, looking the man up and down with curiosity. Certainly not the crown prince by the looks of it, but high-profile royalty nonetheless. The first noble I've met since first stepping foot in Polara, in fact. The crowd slowly attempted to reform around him, but the intimidating bodyguard's very presence deterred their efforts, one hand wrapped loosely around the sword at his waist. This had less to do with making room and more to do with taking concern with Juniper's own safety.

"Well met, young prince!" Juniper said aloud, standing up straight and resting her hands proudly on her hips. "You certainly look like a busy man and I don't mean to keep you for long, but where exactly is it that you're going? I had some questions in mind, but before that, perhaps me and my aide could be of some assistance?"

Like the very trail that had brought them here today, her eyes sparkled a vivid blue, great fervor in both her gaze and the way in which she delivered her words. Hopefully, it was showy enough to grab his attention - or maybe she was being too showy?
Hm, hadn't considered that. This definitely might have come off as obtrusive and garish in the eyes of some, but he looked to be more warrior-y than traditional royalty so it didn't bother her as much as it should have.

The setting changes from Polara to Gialpha

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Character Portrait: Vanarak the White Bull Character Portrait: Ash Jinxwisp Character Portrait: Tikal Character Portrait: Lailah Van Telias Character Portrait: Drake de Lascaux Character Portrait: Nyx Sadow Character Portrait: Alexander Typhen Character Portrait: The Guardian

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The setting changes from Gialpha to Polara

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Character Portrait: Vanarak the White Bull Character Portrait: Ash Jinxwisp Character Portrait: Tikal Character Portrait: Lailah Van Telias Character Portrait: Drake de Lascaux Character Portrait: Nyx Sadow Character Portrait: Alexander Typhen Character Portrait: The Guardian

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Barrelling towards the wild bull, Alexander was taken completely by surprise when he felt a hitherto unseen projectile slam into him like a sack of potatoes. While the force of the blow did not stop him outright, it did stagger him enough that his charge veered off course, only able to strike a glancing blow at the Therian, if that.

Briefly glancing round to try and see what on earth had hit him, the sky knight saw that Nyx was now up and about and trying to subdue the minotaur despite breaking her leg mere minutes ago. The dark elf was also accompanied by a robed Avian woman. Latecomer to the bounty or not, the extra help was most welcome.

The winged maiden landed a most palpable hit on the Therian's head, and Alexander hefted his greatsword in preparation for making a killing blow when the bull fell to his knees, covering his face and tugging at one horn. Confusion overrode anger as Alexander held back, though he didn't dare relax his stance. As had only recently been proven, even a momentary lapse in concentration can prove fatal.

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Character Portrait: Vanarak the White Bull Character Portrait: Tikal

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Thump!

Tikal had slammed into the hulking Avian and successfully threw off his attack. Her Bull was spared! The blow would have surely been killing. Once he was stumbling though, she had to cling to him, briefly nursing her foot. When she'd hit, the body part had come into direct contact with him and absorbed quite a bit of shock. It had been throbbing with pain but Tikal had little time to spare. She cast a little numbing spell and shrank back down to the size of a normal Fae. "I'm sorry!" She said, breathlessly to the Avian as she flew forward to Vanarak.

He was being attacked from all angles as she pushed herself to move closer. There was no time to thwart the Dark Elf's blinding spells and she was powerless to stop the female Avian from bringing her weapon down unto the center of Vanarak's head. Tikal winced at the sound of it. Quickly, she shifted into her still small human size and summoned her plan.

Vanarak grumbled to himself, pulled his horns and clawed at his face. Tikal was panting, the shimmering outline of her now transparemt wings were trembling "Vanny! I-It's me! Tikal! Your fairy friend!" She called to him, taking a few cautious steps closer as she palmed her Beast Whistle. It wasn't actually a whistle. It was an Ocarina. Many Beast Fairies had one, as they often used them for leisurely songs. But they were also used in emergencies such as this. A beast would always be a beast, no matter how Domesticated or Sentient they were. But the sound of an Ocarina was soothing. It played low tones that leveled the psyche and high, yet smooth tones that focused the mind.

Tikal wet her lips and slowly sat down where she stood, crossing her legs. "I'm uh.. I'm gonna play you a song okay? But you have to listen. It won't be good if you're not listening..!" She called to him. Then, taking a deep breath, she positioned her fingers on a few of the many holes, placed her mouth on the pipe and blew a note.

A long low note. Then one bar higher. And then a small stair of notes that flowed together effortlessly. A high note and then a note to partner it. Tikal played easier and smoother the longer she went on, keeping a soothing melody in her head and letting her fingers lead the thought into a song. The sound filled the clearing and the air seemed to sigh in something like relief. Small birds began gliding over head, circling to listen. While small land creatures poked their heads out from behind undergrowth, swiveling their ears and settling down. Tikal kept one eye on Vanarak, lowering the notes or making them higher based on how he responded to them.

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Character Portrait: Vanarak the White Bull Character Portrait: Tikal Character Portrait: Lailah Van Telias Character Portrait: Drake de Lascaux Character Portrait: Nyx Sadow Character Portrait: Alexander Typhen Character Portrait: The Guardian

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Vanarak's mind was in a complete uproar. What was he supposed to do!? His thoughts melded with each other. Would they try to kill him? Should he let them? And then that bubbling rage inside him. Vanarak knew that even if he was to decide on letting the people kill him then his mad part would take control. He would fight to survive, no matter what. He unconsciously reached towards the axe, receiving killing glances from both Drake and Alexander. He muttered a quiet apology as his hands grasped the axe. So this is how it's supposed to be?

His eyes focused, there was more than his attackers. His eyes suddenly fixating on the small woman approaching him, Tikal. His left hand still partly covering his face as she begun to talk with him. Vanny? Vanarak was about to release a small chuckle as the grip on his axe was reminded. The bubbling inside his chest feeling like a volcano just about to explode. He hefted the axe upwards, The visage of Tikal was growing blurry, everything turning slightly reddish.

A gentle tune penetrated his mind. His head was completely blank, just that lone tune wandering throughout him. It was... soothing. Just before everything blew, he had no control of his arm as he overhead swung it directly infront of him with enough power to jam it into the ground. Missing Tikal with a few centimeters.

Vanarak loosened the grip on his axe falling backwards. Sitting himself down in the snow. His head hanging lowly downwards, like a shamed animal. His mind was gently reforming his thoughts. The soft tune working its way throughout him. Vanarak's first thought was the simple one that he had never felt more relaxed.

He wanted to thank Tikal, He wanted to check on the girl. He wanted to apologize to the warriors and he wanted to act imposing to the Avian who had hit him. But he really couldn't attempt to move. And in all honestly, that was rather nice.

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Character Portrait: Ro-an Gaulf Character Portrait: Kaldon Voidwing Character Portrait: Kylin Athene Character Portrait: Pike Bludtooth

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Kaldon laughed at Kylin’s question. “Sheesh one kiss and you’re set on keeping me in my underwear. What kind of boy do you think I am?” He opened the door, wearing a different set of armor than before, a lighter set that fit more like normal clothing. He smiled at the obvious look of frustration on Kylin’s face. “My plan is simple really. It’s clear that this is the hilt to the oblivion blade, I think we’ve established that without the help of an oracle. What isn’t clear is how many other pieces are left of the shard and who is looking for them. You say you know a lot about magic-infused weaponry, well here’s your chance to prove it. I’m assuming you can use the hilt to track the other pieces of the blade, so I figure you can prepare for that here, and I’ll go out and get any supplies you need in order to do so. After we track down the pieces, we’ll figure out a way to destroy it then. Simple right?”

Pike followed Ro-an out of the tree. He could see the pain on his face. “You care about him don’t ya?” He asked as he came up next to him. “Sorry to be so thoughtless back there. My big mouth works faster than my brain sometimes." He turned to look the tiger in the face. “Does he know that you care about him? I get that your relationship with him is complicated, that’s the only kind he knows how to have. But keep in mind that Kaldon kissed him, not the other way around. His relationship with Kylin may be new, but it doesn’t negate anything that you two have.”

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Kylin's ears went red, again but he decided to ignore the comment. He thought on Kaldon's words, it seemed like a decent plan actually. His brain instantly began filing through his knowledge in search of creating the best spell that would allow them to find the other pieces. It was going to be interesting. He blinked, "Alright..."

Avians largely were not known for being magical creatures, however there were many ways to utilize magic without creating it yourself. It was a taxing business requiring endless patience and intelligence, researching a ritual that actually worked and performing it in a way that is useful for the specific task at hand, Kylin had done so much experimentation and meddling on his own that it became like a hobby of sorting out near impossible jigsaws or completing complex calculus equations. His specialty was of course weapons and armor being that his family had always been elbow deep in the embers of a forge.

Kylin was then pacing around the hollow tree rolling the hilt between his bare palms, examining it as it sent its visions jetting through him. He needed to understand it in order to locate the other parts of it. Who created it? What magic did they use. He could almost feel it tingling against his fingertips, it was as unique as a fingerprint. Every once in a while he paused and listed a multitude of strange items, sounding off as if he intended to make some obscure potion. "I'll need three sprigs of ivy, a fist full of those bloodroot seeds, do you have a fire pit? The fireplace will do just fine. You'll need to stop by the book store and get me the oldest tome they have on the ledgends of this thing. I need to see the stories. If we do this right the hilt will tell us itself."

Ro-an's shoulders slumped slightly as he stared out into the pitch black, he watched a rabbit peer out at him before dashing off into the foliage.

"Of course he knows....He knew more about me than I knew about myself the moment he robbed me." The way his voice broke off was telling, the poor cat was lost to Kylin the moment he set eyes on him. He looked to Pike. "You....me...Victor....we're predictable. He has me exactly where he wants me to be...right beside him and three steps behind. It doesn't take a genius to see that surprise is what gets him fired up."

"But you're right...no man is as loyal as I. I will stand with him....regardless."

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Character Portrait: Ro-an Gaulf Character Portrait: Kaldon Voidwing Character Portrait: Kylin Athene Character Portrait: Pike Bludtooth

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Kaldon thought about the herbs Kylin had instructed him to find. He hadn’t been in this forest for years, but, provided there had been no major land development in that time, he was pretty certain he could find them. The ivy was growing on the side of the tree and was no big deal, but bloodroot seeds were harder to find. Bloodroot was actually a large fern that was known to grow around graveyards, the roots of it were a deep crimson red. It was often believed that the blood of the dead was leeched out, giving them their morbid name.

“I think I can find all that stuff, but as for the books, I think I have something better than some old stories.” Kaldon smiled. Though it seemed like he was getting ready for a suicide mission, he couldn’t help but smile knowing that nearly everything he did that was unexpected got Kylin a little more flustered and frustrated and that seemed to be when he was the most himself and the only time his guard was down. He went to an old oil painting on the wall and took it off the wall. There was a small keypad. He entered a short sequence of numbers and pulled open the small door. There were a number of small valuable items in the safe, but he took out a thick book before closing the door again. It had a faded red leather cover and the pages were a sepia tone. It was something that was common among avian families. It was known by many different names, but the most common was the family tome. The book was passed down from one generation to the next and the most important events of that generation would be recorded from the point of view of the owner of the book. The Voidwing tome had been passed down over the course of three eras and nearly nine hundred generations. The book was the tenth volume and the other nine were in is house back in Fogmarch.

“Here.” He said as he set the book down on the table. “I think it’s Jalmor Voidwing’s story.” He thumbed through the book until he got to the second person’s story and it was that of Jalmor. “Here it is, he wasn’t the most noble branch in my family tree, but he did keep good records of everything. I believe he called the whole ordeal the Vile Negation. He was a servant to the vile mage of necromancy. It’s all there in the book, tells the whole story of how all the evil mages had trust issues and destroyed their own creation.” He gave Kylin a pat on the shoulder. “I’m gonna go get the other ingredients. Hope this helps.” He then went out the door and flew off in the direction of the nearest graveyard.

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Character Portrait: Ro-an Gaulf Character Portrait: Kaldon Voidwing Character Portrait: Kylin Athene Character Portrait: Pike Bludtooth

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Kylin's expression actually softened when his gaze fell on the book. He gently took it from the table feeling the weight of Kaldon's ancestors in his arms. There was something incredibly beautiful about it, all that history that belonged completely to Kaldon. Kylin's family tome was lost to him, he didn't even recall seeing it among his brother's possessions and his parents...well they'd died a long time ago. He sat crosslegged and ran his fingertips gently over the book's pages. Kaldon seemed to have an uncanny way of cutting through his veil, setting out sides of him he'd taken great care about keeping tucked away especially from strangers like himself. His impulse driven rage, he'd acted without planning properly, without noticing important things, his competitive nature set him on a march to his doorstep and now they were there he was there helping him. What got to him worse was the fact that he didn't know at all if he could trust Kaldon. He was clever, read him like a book, and physically stronger than all three of his precious men, Pike included.

Kylin tensed slightly when Kaldon touched his shoulder, unsure what to expect anymore, but once he left he placed the book back on the table in order to scour the kitchen. "Ro! Come in here I need you."

Ro-an came as he was called,

"Get to your bike, call Victor tell him to bring my coal, some of that Naril dust I have it in a jar in my pack. The incense I got from east Sunrage. I also need him to bring his sword." He paused and glanced around the tree. "Oh and candles. Just grab the whole herb pack I have in the side packet its a little zipper pouch stuffed full, smells like Morrinweed root."

Kylin dumped the rest of the tea from the kettle and set about starting the fire in the fireplace. Ro-an stayed by his side for a moment.

"Kylin-...."

"Ro-an..." Kylin looked up at him, knowing full well what thoughts swam behind his big amber eyes. "I trust you know that I can handle myself, correct?"

"O-...of course I do..."

Kylin got to his feet and looked Ro-an straight in the eyes, his arms crossed across his chest. "You've been with me longer than anyone else has. Pike...knew me before but....you...you understand how I work better than Victor even...You know what my needs are, a challenge like this....Ro-an I have to trust that you can be as strong and as loyal as you've ever been for me. No one can do the things you do."

Ro-an's whiskers twitched but he voiced no response, simply nodding before turning to complete Kylin's request.

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Character Portrait: Yevoc Cryoblood Character Portrait: Juniper Varosa Character Portrait: Tsudao

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While Yevoc was grateful for the arrival of the young woman and her canine body guard, he was still a little confused by her interest in his destination.
“Thanks for that.” He nodded. “I’m not exactly sure where I’m going to be honest. It seems my trail has gone cold.” He answered as he walked through the gate of the graveyard. “So what’s with the sudden interest in me?” He asked skeptically. “Don’t exactly look like a reporter in that kind of armor.” He got to the headstone where the trail seemed to end before it had vanished and knelt down to read the engraving. The headstone had an odd tiny bowl atop a snowflake adorning the top of the headstone and a carving of the Snow Elf royal crest; a shield with a snowflake on it and a war ax and a sword crossed behind it. There was an even weirder sentence carved just below the crest.
“I bleed Coo thin.” Yevoc read out loud. “What the hell is that supposed to mean? Who is Coo?” He asked frustrated. He began pushing on the stone, looking for secret buttons or switches or anything that might open a door or path. He was desperate to find the reason why he had been brought to this headstone. He looked back to the young woman and her wolf and could easily see how crazy he must seem.
“The trail I was following led me here. It was supposed to be leading me to the source of an enchantment that was controlling the troll out there.” He explained, gesturing to the gates of Frosthiem. “There has to be something here.” He looked at the bowl again and noticed a small hole in the bottom that went through the snowflake and into the headstone itself. He read the carving once more. “I bleed Coo thin.” His mind suddenly started going into overdrive. “Ice in the blood!” he suddenly shouted. “It’s an anagram. Ice in the blood. They used to say that my family, the Snow Elf royal family, had ice in their blood. The name Cryoblood even implies that. I think I know what I have to do.” He pulled out one of his swords and sliced a cut across the back of his left hand. He held his hand over the tiny bowl and his purple hued blood began to drain down the hole at the bottom. The snowflake and the carving began to glow. The ground below them started to rumble and Yevoc jumped back as what should have been a grave opened sliding doors to reveal a staircase leading into a cave. “I think this goes into old Frosthiem. You wanna ask your questions, you’re gonna have to come along with me.”

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Nyx was starting to look annoyed, "This is taking too damn long if I find out the damn snow elf ran off and took all the reward I will fucking kill him!" She grumbled.

"You do know that is one of the princes of the snow elves right?" Stated the Guardian in her calm voice

" I don't care if he's the fucking King!" Nyx shouted back in anger.

The Guardian sighed shaking her head " Little Darklight do calm yourself..." She started

" Fuck you!" Nyx shouted she then turned and said " Reaper appear!"
On Nyx's command her shadowy black horse appeared before her and she mounted riding hard toward town.

The Guardian sighed "Forgive me but I must stop her before she does something rash..." She said before flying off after Nyx.

The Guardian landed in front of Nyx causing Reaper to quickly halt. Reaper snorted as mad as Nyx it seems.

"Get out of my way!" Yelled Nyx hurling a ball of shadow at the Guardian. The Guardian blocked the spell and sent a bolt of light back at Nyx, hitting Reaper sending him back and making Nyx fall to the ground.

Nyx glared up at The Guardian. " I don't want to fight you Darklight. Your new friends need us. And even the snow elf will soon find he needs us I'm sure.. now please let's go back to our friends" the Guardian said offering a hand.

Nyx took the hand but quickly jumped up her dagger in hand stabbing the Guardian. The Guardian's eyes went wide in shock as Nyx walked away.
" The prince will not have what the dead keep" Nyx said
The Guardian noticed then the purple glow in Nyx's eyes " Darklight...No" she whispered as Nyx disappeared into the woods.

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Character Portrait: Kaldon Voidwing Character Portrait: Kylin Athene Character Portrait: Pike Bludtooth

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Kaldon had flown a good ten miles to the nearest graveyard. He could see the sun beginning to rise on the Eastern horizon as he gently touched down in the graveyard. He didn’t want to come to this specific cemetery, but it was the closest one and time seemed to be a factor at the moment. He looked around the outer edges by the fences searching for any sign of the bloodroot fern. He finally found a small fern in the corner near a mausoleum. He grabbed the leaves and scraped the seeds from underneath into a small leather pouch.
“There you go again, trying to save the world.” Kaldon heard a familiar voice behind him. Kaldon stood up sharply and slowly turned around to see a non-caporal, glowing vapor in the form of Dylex.
“I’m doing what I can.” Kaldon replied. “I wish I could have saved you.”
“There was nothing you could have done, babe. The thugs took us by surprise.” He said as his form began to shimmer out a little bit.
“I miss you. Are you in a better place?”
“It’s amazing, but I can’t rest if you’re holding yourself back because of me. I know you just met him tonight, but it’s clear you like this Kylin guy. The last person to steel from you lost an arm, but this guy got a kiss.”
“He does rile my blood.” Kaldon blushed.
“Look I don’t have a lot of time here, I just want you to know that I don’t blame you for my death and I don’t want you to be so hung up on me that you don’t move on with your life. I’ll always love you and I know a part of you will always love me, but share your love if you find the right person. However, you might not want to move too fast, some guys get scared off by that.” And with that his form faded away.
“I love you.” Kaldon whispered.
He took to the skies once again and flew back toward the tree. The sun was at his back filtered through the trees as he landed in the forest at his treehouse. Pike was still standing guard outside as Kylin hadn’t given him any orders. He grabbed a few sprigs of ivy off the tree as walked into the house to find Kylin still nose-deep in his family tome.
“I got the stuff you asked for.” He said as he put the pouch on the table. “So, where’d you learn all this stuff about enchanting? Avians are usually more attuned to technology than magic. The only magic I know is all the stuff related to alloys and minerals. I couldn’t enchant a sword to save my life, but I could tell you what minerals to use to create a sleeping powder or what metal to make your sword out of to conduct different types of magic.” He chuckled.

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"Mmh well...I know how to do that as well but....this is involves a lot less sweating and folding and banging things into shapes." Kylin said simply, glancing up at Kaldon from his work. He took the pouch and set about using one of Kaldon's bowls to crush the bloodroot into using the back of his ice dagger as a makeshift pestle. He added a slight bit of water to it until it offered the exact shade and consistency of human blood. "Its the same ritual magic though, chanting, symbol inscriptions and infusion techniques. The stuff I do isn't nearly as potent as what's infused in that hilt though."

While Kaldon was gone he'd cleared a large space for him to work in and using a piece of charcoal he'd found in one of his pouches marked out on the floor where he was to place certain items. Kylin scraped the blood red solution into the kettle he'd emptied and set it over the fire to heat it a bit. They'd need to wait a bit before Ro-an came back with the rest of his supplies, he decided to use this chance to explain what he was doing.

"The magic infused in that hilt is powerful, beyond any kind of battle stuff that most people use, even beyond normal curses including the really old ones. They made this to be something that could overcome anything, and when magic gets that powerful it....sort of develops a character of its own. It wants to be put back together again, all we have to do is channel what's already in there to do it, give it a little direction. Unfortunately someone's going to have to channel all that since the only communication we have with the hilt is through its visions."

Kylin smiled brightly. "Now, I've seen what highly powerful magic infused weapons can do, you've seen Victor right? He was under the influence of a cursed sword and...well... I'm not channeling this thing, so you, Pike and the other two can draw straws on who gets their mind yanked into the past for a bit. I hate to single you out specifically but I will note that the fact that your blood relative helped make this thing might make this process go smoother.....or...cause things to go terribly wrong..."

Kylin murmured the last bit, his gaze drifting away from Kaldon. It really did depend on the hilt, he wasn't sure if it was inherently....dark and therefor malevolent or if the makers of the weapon merely feared whomever wielded it. It would be terribly unfortunate if Kaldon lost his mind and became exactly what the makers of the weapon had feared. Kylin was fairly certain that the magic in the weapon wasn't that sort, however.

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At the beginning of the fourth era of Gialpha the king of the Nordic humans in Polara, King Ventis, ruled his people from the city of Frosthiem just south of the Snow Elf capitol city. He had heard about the Oblivion blade and the vile negation, and he knew that even a fraction of the power in the blade would be more than enough to keep his kingdom safe. He sent out his best knights and his court mage to find any of the shards they could. Soon after the court mage returned with one of the shards. The shard had the power to bend the elements to the users will. It was more powerful than the most powerful of neutral elves. At first he used the power for good and raised walls up from the earth itself to protect Frosthiem. However, soon his protection grew to obsession and paranoia. He began to refuse to let outsiders into the city, then he started attacking anyone who tried to enter the city. Eventually he grew so paranoid that he opened a crater and allowed the earth to swallow the city whole before sealing it back up from the rest of the world. The newest form of the city was built in the sixth era over the very location where the old city used to stand. In the sixth era as well the court mage of the snow elf kingdom discovered the remains of the city while excavating an ice sapphire deposit. He knew the legend of King Ventis and sealed the site under the guise of a grave. He also enchanted it so that only one of royal Snow Elf blood could break the seal, thinking that a royal family member would never even think of looking for the city, let alone sacrifice his own blood to do so. This was the cavern in which Yevoc now found himself.
As he walked down the small tunnel from the outside world Yevoc saw a dim green glow emanating from in front of him. He reached the mouth of the cave, not bothering to wait for a response from the blonde woman or her wolf body guard, and he saw an astounding sight. The entire city of old Frosthiem was lit by the dim glow of some bioluminescent giant mushrooms growing along the edges of the city. They were green and purple and illuminated the whole cavern. The city, however seemed to be completely devoid of life.
“Damn it, fucking spell dissipated. How am I supposed to find the damn source of the enchantment in this huge city?”

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Character Portrait: Kaldon Voidwing Character Portrait: Kylin Athene Character Portrait: Pike Bludtooth

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Kaldon was no more than apprentice level when it came to magic and enchantments, but he did know the basics. He knew that bloodlines were like the roots of a tree. Even a leaf that had little to no magic experience received minimal amounts of magic just by being a part of a magical tree. He knew that Kylin was right and that, because of his bloodline, he would be best suited to connect with the hilt and find the other pieces. He also knew there was risk involved. He felt the vile evil of those who had created it every time he picked it up. However, if Kylin was able to get it to show him a vision of its creation rather than a possible future it might reveal a weakness in the pieces or even how the blade was fractured in the first place so that it might be completely destroyed.

“I’ll do it.” Kaldon finally said after a few moments of silently weighing his options. “I’ll channel the magic of the hilt. There’s no point in having the others try to do it when I have the best chance of connecting to it.” He looked down at the hilt on the table and then to all the magical preparations on the floor. “But if something does go wrong, if I become evil or possessed by the magic of the hilt, please do everything you can to remind me of who I am. If you have to, lock me up while you destroy it. But please don’t kill me unless it’s a last resort type of thing.”

Meanwhile, Pike was feeling restless. He hadn’t been given anything to do and he knew very little about the magic of land dwellers. He had heard the legends of the Oblivion Blade, but he didn’t know any more than what Kaldon did and his family tome had filled in the rest it seemed. He felt like he was in the way so he went outside to get some air. He knew that Kylin had his reasons for keeping him there, but he also knew that, now that Kaldon had convinced him it was evil, Kylin would stop at nothing to destroy the hilt. He knew that arguing would be pointless and ultimately it was for the best, but he couldn’t help but mourn the loss of all the money he could have made from the hilt and any other shards that they found later.

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Character Portrait: Ro-an Gaulf Character Portrait: Victor Rosen Character Portrait: Kaldon Voidwing Character Portrait: Kylin Athene Character Portrait: Pike Bludtooth

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Kylin eyed Kaldon for a moment, wonder on his mind. How is it that he can do this without even weighing argument with the other boys. Kylin wasn't about to risk his wellbeing to destroy the hilt, not like this and not right away not when he was the only one who could possibly get anyone back out of it. It was partially an excuse as well even if their roles were reversed Kylin was sure he didn't trust Kaldon enough to make such a risk. Somehow...Kaldon trusted him... That or he was truly selfless enough for his mistrust not to matter which purplexed Kylin.

Kylin decided not to question it out loud, not currently anways.

A few miles away Ro-an had already arrived back at the hotel and had jostled Victor awake in order to get him moving.

"Kylin needs us, get up, grab your sword." Victor squinted up at the tiger as he bent next to Kylin's bed and tugged out his travel bag and unzipped the front pocket.

"What're we doing?" He asked drowsily. "Kylin got us a job? Is it to do with robo-wings with the cyber bits?"

"We're going to trace the parts to a very valuable magic weapon. The avian's helping, so is Pike." Victor propped his head up onto his elbow and studied Ro-an as he brought a pouch to his nose and sniffed it before tugging open the zipper. He grunted and the bridge of his nose wrinkled in disgust. "Augh...that's it..."

"Something happened didn't it..." Victor said his tone more serious. Victor didn't need a verbal response Ro-an's annoyed glance told him all he needed to know.

"Get dressed and let's go."

Victor had settled back into his sullen nature, his grayish face drawn as he had himself a quick shower, dressed, packed the things he might've needed for the day and took up his sword, holding it within its sheath as they made their way down and back onto his bike. Several minutes later the pair appeared from the thick of the foliage. Ro-an put a hand on Pike's shoulder, "I don't know what he intends to do but if this winds up like the ordeal with him did we'll be needing you" He jerked his thumb back at Vic.

"Took you two long enough." Kylin sighed as he took his spot near the fire, facing the markings on the floor They were arranged in a broken circle, words scrawled in an ancient runic script derived from old elvish.

Ro-an entered the tree and crouched outside the charcoal markings he'd made. He unzipped his backpack and tossed Kylin the pouch, then immediately began tugging out a small pile of old hand-written books, piling them on both sides of Kylin. Kylin placed the pouch beside him and took up one of his book, flipping pages and looking up symbols he had scribbled down a long time ago. He muttered to himself and nodded. "Yep, I was right, bloodroot, Ivy..."

He took up a piece of chalk and stepped inside the circle, scribbling down another set of words to close the circle. Ro-an handed him small candles and he gestured for Kaldon to sit where he was standing. "Sit there. I need to put down your marks. Your full name, what is it, you don't have any third names do you?"

He waited and placed the hilt in front of where Kaldon was to sit. "Crosslegged, hands resting on your legs. Relax, like you're the only one in the room, you and the hilt. When I tell you to pick it up do so, do it carefully as if it's unbroken and place it across your lap, it'll feel like the whole weapon is there if...if I did it right. Just watch for what it shows you, it will probably be the past but if we're lucky we'll get future locations to work with...Even so if we just knew where they originally took the shards it will be a start."

Kylin hesitated and looked to Kaldon, his lips pursed, a thought at the edge of his tongue before he banished it and sat down in his spot. "Pike, Ro-an if something happens hold him down and tie him up until I can figure out what to do, Victor you will have to take the hilt and give him your sword instead, it might help to calm him since it's warded to bleach out curse effects...sort of like a lozenge for a sore throat. It may or may not work for magic like this..."

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“No, it’s just Kaldon Voidwing.” He replied before Kylin wrote it down in ancient elvish rune script. He sat as instructed and closed his eyes allowing his mind to go blank and waiting for Kylin to tell him to pick up the blade. Kylin finally told him to do so and he reached out with his organic hand and picked up the hilt without opening his eyes. It felt as though it was whole again just as Kylin had said it would. He set it across his lap. In an instant he was no longer in the room. He was at a very old altar on the top of a mountain He was able to see, hear, smell and feel everything, but at the same time he was not in control of the body he was in. He realized that he was experiencing everything through the body of Jalmor, his ancestor. He focused on the group of people at the altar. They were arguing about the Oblivion blade that was on the altar. Each of them insisting that they were the only one worthy of wielding such power. The arguments escalated until the mages began to fight each other. There were bolts of magic of all types being thrown, though Kaldon couldn’t identify them, zombies and skeletons rose out of the ground, wolves, trolls and bears began to attack and even elemental golems manifested themselves to fight. It was clear that Jalmor had been observing from a distance as he stayed out of the battle. As the battle raged Kaldon tried to keep focused on the blade and soon he saw several bolts of magic collide above the altar before combining and blasting straight down striking the blade. At first the blade seemed to absorb the magic but then it started glowing as if it had just been pulled from the forge and then the blade exploded sending shards flying and killing every one of the mages. The vision faded out briefly as Kaldon felt Jalmor flee in terror. Kaldon was now a free floating spirit in the past, no longer tethered to his relative. The vision flashed forward to several days later. He was hovering above the altar and he saw a group about five elves all dressed in grey robes coming up the path. He watched as they all silently collected the shards and the hilt of the blade. “This is truly the darkest of all magic.” The leader spoke. “As the last of the neutral elves, it is our duty to ensure that these blades be secured away from each other and anyone who would wish to use them. They have been infected with the vile magic and infused with the blood of the evil wizards they killed and should they become whole again, the bade could tear apart the very fabric of this plane and open a portal to something far worse. Go now and hide them in the most inhospitable locations, that none may find them, and tell no one of their existence.” The vision began to fade again before he got several brief flashes. He saw a volcano, a hunk of metal deep under water, a crown with a shard as a jewel on a corpse, a small island he had never seen before that was covered in ice and snow, an old man spying on a snow elf and a blonde female warrior, a cave with a giant spider, and a meteorite deep under water.
Kaldon slowly felt himself returning to his own body in his own time. He opened his eyes, everyone in the room was staring at him. He had no idea how long he had been gone, but it only felt like it had been a few minutes. Kaldon tried to stand up but found himself too weak to stand and quickly lost his balance and sat back down on the floor. “I saw it. I saw the blade shattered, I saw where the shards are, well sort of. I only recognized a couple places.” He said before grabbing a piece of paper and a pen to write down what he saw before he forgot it. As he wrote he noticed the palm of his hand was branded with the design of the hilt. He quickly felt his face and neck for any sign of physical changes and found none. “These are the places we need to go.” He handed the paper to Kylin and then fainted with exhaustion.

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During the event Kylin sat across from Kaldon, his eyes closed as he chanted in whispered tones words that hadn't been used in centuries upon centuries. The firelight flickered and dimmed to a dull ember glow and smoke seemed to be drawn back into the room in order to settle inside the circle and swirl slowly. Kylin swayed as if he himself were about to pass out as magic he had no place having inside his body flowed through him and into the circle entwining around Kaldon's hand and triggering the hilt's abilities. Ro-an tensed like a black and orange statue while Victor looked as drawn and sickly as ever, sagging in his stance as half formed memories and sensations drew to him.

The moment it all broke and Kaldon came back to his senses it was as if a small glass film had shattered before everyone's eyes and they were all brought back to some form of physical control. Kaldon attempted to stand before resigning to scrawl what he knew on paper and it wasn't until he passed out that Kylin managed to force words past his parched throat.

"Ro-an take him to the bed, I'll see to him..." He gasped. "Pike, please look at that map tell me if there is anything you are familiar with we need to make our travel plans...tools...provisions..."

Kylin got to his feet shakily as Ro-an picked Kaldon up in both arms and took him to his own room. Kylin checked his temperature for a fever, opened his shirt to feel his chest then inspected the brand on his hand with worry. He washed the open burn, carefully then rubbed ground herbs into it and wrapped it into a gauze on which he wrote a few ward symbols. For the moment he seemed alright, the procedure seemed to draw from his energy twice as much as his own which he hadn't accounted for.

"You should be fine..." He muttered. Kylin sighed and sank to sit on the floor next to the bed. "Pike, come here I can't bring myself to get up anymore."

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