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Jennifer Live

"If every bone in my body breaks that's fine. Isn't pain more natural than not feeling pain, to begin with?"

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a character in “Reign of Dragons : Rebooted”, as played by AceofSpade

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Name: Jennifer Live

Dragon’s Name and Color: None

Appearance: Like her lithe form suggests, Jennifer is highly dexterous, possessing supple long limbs and the solid build of a feline. She looks well suited to be a gymnast. Unusually appealing, Jennifer sports sharp features and short, choppy black hair which contrasts well with her enticingly silky smooth white skin. Her appearance can be rather insidious, but more subtle and sophisticated rather than that of a simple brute. More often than not she appears like a noble woman until she begins to use her magic. Jennifer stands at an average height of 5’7” (170cm), but oddly, doesn’t looks like the type of person who is easily intimidated. Her aptitude for illusion magic in combination with her keen sense of fashion also means she’s capable of wearing a giddying variety of clothes at the click of a finger.

Age: 23

Race: Human/Warlock

Strengths/Abilities: Illusionary Magic – World Fracture
As if to compensate for her lack of a companion, Jennifer is likely one of the most capable illusionists of her era. Her abilities, much like her personality, are fickle. Yet such is the absurdity of her power that Jennifer’s illusions can transcend reality. This enables her to create a dizzying array of attacks where none can truly verify their existence until the moment they’ve experienced it. Although powerful, Jennifer’s illusions tend to be restricted to a small area of affect and such magic is generally focused around herself. This leads many to believe her magic is restricted to being small in scale. Although this maybe, her attacks are no less lethal, able to seamlessly switch between fireballs to millions of tiny insects to suffocate her enemies and even fake her own death, the only limits are her imagination. As a result, Jennifer is also an incredibly slippery opponent to grasp.

Weakness: Her reliance on magic could well be her downfall. Undoubtedly she is powerful and has a vast reservoir of energy, but Jennifer is still only one person, and any abilities which can nullify her magical skills could well prove fatal.

Personality: Jennifer is an utterly chaotic being who seems wholly engineered for the sole purpose of imposing misery over others. Morally ambiguous, cunning and venomous are all facets of her toxic personality. Jennifer contends that people’s true personalities are revealed through misery, and that misery is the one true emotion everyone is capable of feeling. In response she’s convinced that ultimate equality will be achieved when civilisation falls to ruin. Jennifer is almost obsessed with this idea. She’s a person who’d love nothing more than to tear down the rules of society and crush the illusion of hierarchy.

While radically idealistic, Jennifer can generally be seen as toxically cheery and treats almost any situation with a noticeable lack of genuine seriousness. Such is her casual indifference that it has the propensity to frustrate others in her presence effortlessly. Likewise, her nonchalance has a tendency to manifest itself alongside a snarky sarcasm and an overall unpredictable personality for those who are experiencing their first encounter with her.

Equipment: None

History: Jennifer's history is dubbed with the deep stain of cruelty. From the moment she was capable of using magic, Jennifer was taught how to harness and abuse the powers of her birthright. Jennifer's family was an aspiring group of mages seeking to outdo the top families within Ro’ell, so from an early age Jennifer was forced into practicing her powers relentlessly, carrying the pressure of her family's hopes and dreams. As a child she'd be made to spend hours slaving away over incantations, learning spells and controlling her magic until such things became second nature to her. At the time Jennifer had grown into the family's strongest mage, possessing a unique mindset which enabled her illusionary powers to become reality. Jennifer's father was impatient though. Foolishly, he challenged one of the top mage families, the Romaines. Both families would nominate their representatives for a duel and the obvious candidate for Jennifer's family was herself. Entrusted with their ambitions, Jennifer entered the duel with high hopes, only to be crushed utterly by an older boy. To punish her and humiliate her in a fashion from which she'd never recover, the Romaine family captured her dragon in the aftermath and tortured it to death. Still connected to her bond, Jennifer almost died as the dragon's pain ravaged her body in its death rows. She hated the world, cursing her fate with a seething hatred as she felt utterly helpless in that moment to change anything. She knew then it was impossible for everyone to achieve happiness, and that the only one true experience came from misery.

So begins...

Jennifer Live's Story

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"You're too late, boy. The rebellion has begun and he will be born again. Through magic and blood, no one will stand against him. Not even you, assassin. Watch as your city and the world you know dies."

Jennifer Live grinned, her predatory eyes peeling open as she stirred from her catnap, already alert and focused onto her targets. Glossy white limbs shimmered into existence as Jennifer allowed herself to materialise and be seen. Sitting very casually underneath the moonlit sky, she observed the ongoing fight with a cheerful expression, her legs dangling freely over the edge of the roof parapet. Her hands rested lightly against the decaying masonry, propping her upper body forwards with an inquisitive interest.

When the mage's head snapped up suddenly, pausing mid-fight, Jennifer leaned forwards tentatively, her gaze moving to identify the source of his distraction. Yet nothing was there. Unable to see anything through the all encompassing darkness of the city, disappointment etched into her sharp features as she huffed out her annoyance.

"Insolent child, be grateful it is not your time yet," the robed mage uttered before vanishing completely in front of his dark adversary. Jennifer saw frustration crawling through the nimble frame of the sole person remaining as he rested, arms spread, over the empty street. Was he a simple assassin, or perhaps something different? Jennifer’s head tilted to the side, her grin widening as a spark of playfulness glinted between her eyes. She had an extraordinarily good nose for finding intriguing situations and colourful people. And that nose now was telling her to investigate this rebellion further.

Her dark eyes perked up as the glint of a fluid bodyline caught her attention and the unmistakable form of a dragon flew into view overhead. Shifting her arms over her chest, she made herself scarce again, her entire body fading into nothingness until only her smiling face remained.

“Show me the poison of jealousy and a time of wonder. And through it, I will grasp my utopia,” Jennifer’s invisible hand reached out to clutch the glowing moon before she disappeared completely.

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The previously serene atmosphere above the city of Skyfall had now twisted into a rain of fire as dragons and their companions fought a pitched aerial battle for control of the skies. A skirmish erupted all along the city walls as the city’s inhabitants awoke from their slumber and rushed to her defence. Jennifer had followed the assassin as far into the city as she could, hoping to gain some insight or lead related to her quarry. Unfortunately however, once he’d reached the safety of his compounds, even her powers wouldn’t permit her to spy on him undetected.

Jennifer watched the ensuing chaos with widening eyes of excitement, the flames of the besieged city reflecting up off her irises and painting her figure with blazing hues. Observing the city’s inhabitants struggle and panic sent trembles of delight crawling over her pale skin and created goose bumps as she crossed her arms over her shoulders. This stagnant order had remained for too long now, never changing, never evolving. It abhorred her to the very depths of her core.

“What a wonderful age to have been born in,” she grinned suddenly.

Unfurling her legs from her perch on top of the balcony, Jennifer stood up straight. Sadly, this wasn’t the time to be admiring. This was time she could be using to sow further seeds of misery and advance her own goals of destruction. She leaned over the railing for a moment, her hands pressed against the cold metal formwork until she spotted her target.

“I figure I might as well ask these rebels myself now that they’re here though,” she mused, sifting through her own thoughts.

Three forms clad in black cloaks raced towards her balcony, prompting her to introduce herself. Abruptly, Jennifer fell forwards and plunged towards the street below. She landed on all fours in front of them before rising up unharmed, her fingers flexing. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she realised one of them had died, spotting the dark outline of throwing knives impaled behind his back.

Ignoring the corpse, she grinned, “Hello there, I wonder would you be so kind as to tell me about this rebellion of yours,” she said, raising her palms, “World fracture!” A torrent of insects exploded from her hands, a seething mass of living creatures which shot outwards in every direction, tearing deep gashes through the stone street.

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Azmirian Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Rania Birviel

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With the sun beginning to rise, the alarm was sounded bringing Queen Fae to her throne room sooner than usual. Her long white hair was half pulled back in two twirled locks of hair. Her brilliant ice blue eyes were narrowed as she came down the steps in a white dress and surrounded by her guards. The sound of their foot falls were light on the marble of the palace nestled at the far end of the city. The double doors burst open and she walked right in with an air of determination. There already was her captain of the guard, Inael Atrum and the lieutenant Rania Birviel.

"Tell me what's happening," her rich voice echoed across the room as she strode passed both her guards. The men who had accompanied her into the throne room fanned out and stood at attention while Fae swept up to the throne, turned on her heel and sat down gingerly. Her body was leaned forward as she intently listened to the Captain's report.

"They were sighted just moments ago. Black dragons came out of nowhere, they're too many in formation for it to be anything less than an attack."

"The defenses?"

"Already in place, though I don't know how long it will hold."

"Black you say? Damn Laowlee, just when we were on the verge of a treaty as well," her voice hissed between her teeth. Her icy blue eyes narrowed to slits as she glared at the marble floor.

"Defend this city with your lives. Send a dragon to Skyfall," her voice deepened as she barked out the order, standing as she did so. Fae was not about to lose her city to the likes of King D'earl. "Call for Lord V'lyn."

City Skyfall

“Hello there, I wonder would you be so kind as to tell me about this rebellion of yours. World fracture!”

Talon had gone two alley's down when he'd run into two more men in black. His fingers quickly threw another set of knives, his other hand drew his dagger as he rushed the last man. Leaping up, he pulled his hand back in preparation. As he landed on the startled man, he drove the weapon deep into rebel's throat, silencing him. However, the feminine voice echoed in the dark and he couldn't help but look out into the street where he'd started his attack. From her hands a spell weaved forward just as her voice shouted the words.

He watched in amazement as her magic quickly took out the one on the right. However, his chest clenched as he watched the one with the clawed hand reach up and merely flick the air. This one was cloaked head to foot in black, the large hood obscuring his face entirely. Even the flickering firelight in the street couldn't reach underneath the cowl. Talon took hold of another set of daggers and flung himself out into the darkness, calling upon Riena to cover his foot falls and warmly welcome him in the darkness.

The shadows curled around him as he left the safety of the alleyway. As the woman's magic peppered the other mage, he threw his blades to assist in the fight. However, he ground his teeth as he watched both of his knives stop in mid air. There was a soft whoosh that sounded around the area, the fire even bending towards the man as he slowly closed his hand. To Talon, it seemed as if the man had absorbed her magic entirely.

Talon! Vy shouted in his mind, above he could hear the dragon give a roar to add to the warning. The assassin didn't wait for another invitation. He sprinted for the young woman, grabbed her and pulled her against him as he flung them both to the ground and as far out of the blast zone as he could get them. Had he waited a second more, the man's spell would have killed them both. Twisting around, he took the fall on his back with her cushioned against his body. The fire blew out with the force of the spell that had thrown whatever it was she'd sent, right back out ten fold.

"That was close," he said in relief. Gently, he released the young woman and got to his feet. Pulling out his sword he stepped into the street, allowing the pitch black of the darkness to curl around him once more. He didn't have much longer to use the shadows as a slight pink in the distance could be seen, marking the rising sun. It was probably his only chance at getting the upper hand against the magi. However, as he pulled back and prepared to rush the man, the cloaked figure turned his head to look right at Talon. His heart nearly stopped as it leapt to his throat in utter surprise.

"Boy, I heard there was a meddlesome assassin in Skyfall," the voice that spoke was deep and scratchy as if sand paper were being rubbed together. The growling voice held a kind of... interested tone to it. Talon lifted an eyebrow as he stared at the man, unsure of what to do next.

Overhead, Vy was attacked. A large black dragon crashing into the slim silver body that was Talon's dragon. Claws cut deep into Vy, causing Talon to wince and grind his teeth in pain, Vy, are you alright?

Fine, stay focused on that mage! The dragon growled back in frustration.

The mage lifted his hand and curled one of his clawed fingers at Talon, beckoning him, "Come, assassin. Let us see how well you play with fire."

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Faster than she could react, Jennifer felt herself being lurched towards the ground as a dark figure pulled her away from the oncoming explosion. She cursed from the suddenly motion, her teeth gritting as she braced herself in anticipation of the fall. Abruptly, she landed on top of him, realising he’d twisted their positions and cushioned the fall for her.

"That was close," he murmured, relieving her from his grip. She glanced down at her apparent saviour, her vision greeted by an apparent shadow as his dark skin meshed seamlessly with the hues of his clothes. A wry grin curling over her thin lips as she recognised him as the assassin she’d been tracking. Oh how fate had an interesting way of working.

"Boy, I heard there was a meddlesome assassin in Skyfall," a dry rasp of a voice etched its way over to them, grating annoyingly against her ear like nails across a blackboard. His gauntlet rose then, beckoning towards the assassin with a curl of his finger, "Come, assassin. Let us see how well you play with fire."

“My my, what a gentleman of an assassin you are. Do you treat all of your targets so nicely?” Jennifer mocked, making a show of looking the assassin up and down, "This looks interesting though, so you'll have to forgive me for interrupting your duel!" Her attention flickered back at to the clawed warrior as she craned her neck towards him, her grin widening. She raised her hand and stepped forwards, summoning a true fake illusion this time as fire erupted like lava all around her, bathing her in its heat. Pillars of flames roared from the ground, burning everything around them before plunging towards the dark mage as she thrust her hand forwards. Her other hand drew back simultaneously, a spear materialising in her clenched fist before being launched behind the wall of flames, "World fracture."

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Talon's eyes narrowed, his teeth baring as he glared at the mage who beckoned to him. Obviously the man knew their difference in power and it was quite irritating. Above them he could hear the roars of all the dragons as they fought furiously in the air. His attention, however, was taken by the woman he'd just saved from being obliterated by her own spell moments ago.

“My my, what a gentleman of an assassin you are. Do you treat all of your targets so nicely?” His face slackened at her words and he lifted an eyebrow in confusion as she spoke, her gaze flicking up and down is lithe frame. Her smile grew though as she continued and turned her attention to the cloaked man who gave a soft laugh as she finished, "This looks interesting though, so you'll have to forgive me for interrupting your duel!"

Fire erupted all around her, and Talon unconsciously backed away from her. How he disliked mages... though this one wasn't trying to kill him, so he might be able to cope with her. Once again he heard her spell, 'World fracture' as she sent her hands forwards and the pillars of fire went after the mage standing in the street. In the same motion, she had begun to summon a spear in her fist.

The fire swirled around the man in the street, his form completely obscure by the orange and red flames that brightened the area. The smell of something burning filled Talon's nostrils as he breathed. Of course, the building next to him and the woman were burned quite badly, but then so was most of Skyfall at the moment. The fire slowly faded away and Talon squinted to try to see through the fading smoke. To his disappointment, the mage still stood there. However, his clothes were singed, several holes could be seen through the black cloth were it had burned.

The clawed fingers burned a brilliant red as he slowly flexed his hand and turned his darkened hood towards the two in the alley. Talon could feel the smile rather than see it, a cold chill passing through the air, "It seems I've underestimated the woman. How desirable. An opponent worthy of my attention," then he disappeared, causing Talon to suck in his breath sharply. Next to him and in front of the young woman, the mage reappeared, his hand tightly curved around her summoned spear. He dragged her forward and reached out with his clawed hand to grasp her face.

Talon twisted around and struck out with his sword as quickly and precisely as he could, though his shock and anger were getting in the way of his calculations. The blade missed the man entirely as the mage stepped backwards and simply turned his claws towards him. The air pulsed, sending a shock wave right at the assassin and throwing him painfully into the wall right behind him. Talon hit the wall with a grunt, and then he couldn't move as some unforeseen force held him there. He glowered at the man who still held the woman's spear.

"You're meddling is quite bothersome, boy," his fingers curled and pain shot through his body simultaneously. Talons free hand clenched into a fist as he fought off whatever magic was assaulting him, his eyes squeezing shut and his jaw clenching tightly. From the sky, Vy's inhuman scream echoed his partners silent screams. A moment after and the mage released the magic, to which Talon dropped to his knees in the alleyway struggling to breath again. Slowly he looked up at the mage who's attention was back at the woman.

"What an intriguing power you have. It will fuel our cause quite well I believe," he continued as if Talon wasn't even there anymore, "but your simple tricks won't do much to me, my dear."

Talon, move! Vy yelled at him. The assassin didn't think twice and threw himself into the alleyway, once again grabbing the woman, his arms going about her waist and pulling her right out of the mans grasp as Vy came plummeting to the city. The silver dragon landed in the street, knocking out the side of the building where Talon had been as his jaws snapped forward to encase the mage between razor sharp teeth. Vy's silver eyes glowered as the dragon realized that he hadn't gotten the man, instead his gaping maw snapped around air as the mage teleported away from the dragon.

"It's done," his voice sounded soft, but it in fact echoed over the city, most likely pushed by magic. Talon glared up at the man as he wondered what he meant by those words. "I'll see you again, lovely mage," then he was gone.

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Jennifer withdrew as the blazing flames withered and died, the hot ambers left in the wake of her attack drifting lazily up to the sky. The burns over her own body faded away into nothing as the illusionary magic dissipated, her hands clenched in preparation for the next attack. Her eyes scanned through rising smoke before she relaxed her shoulders. Frowning pre-emptively, she opened to mouth to declare her victory, “Is that al…”

Like dry wind sifting over a desert, an absolutely flat voice cut into her speech, causing her to raise an eyebrow. "It seems I've underestimated the woman. How desirable. An opponent worthy of my attention,"

Jennifer only blinked when a moment later the dark warrior stood before her, his towering form casting a menacing overshadow. Before she could even react a gauntleted fist shot forwards, restraining her spear arm with an irresistible force. In the next instant she felt like a ragdoll as she was jerked closer to him helplessly, his claws digging into her skin. Dropping the spear, she struggled vainly for a moment, her fingers grasping his wrist in a feeble attempt to pull herself away as she was lifted from the ground.

An explosion of air rocked her from behind as she felt the after shockwave of his next attack, guessing it had been directed at the assassin. Her theory was proven right when the man spoke again, "You're meddling is quite bothersome, boy,"

She could feel his eyes turning back to her, boring into her skull like a sharp drill as he addressed her once more. "What an intriguing power you have. It will fuel our cause quite well I believe, but your simple tricks won't do much to me, my dear." Jennifer simply grinned beneath his gauntlet as she allowed her body to fall limp. Eventually, a muffled snort came from her in response.

“And you’ve gone higher than man should aspire,” she returned with some difficulty, though her tone bristled with cockiness.

The sound of something heavy crashing into rubble alerted her as ruined masonry flew everywhere, crumbling across the alleyway fantastically. Again she felt herself being dragged away as a strong force yanked at her waist, making her feel as if her legs would bisect from her body. Her head came free just as she spotted the dragon, mouth open and teeth drawn, snapping at the location she once was. She hit the ground again, cursing profanities all the while until her momentum finally came to a halt.

“Are you going to cling onto me all day?!” she remarked, looking down at the assassin whose arms were still locked around her waist.

Abruptly, Jennifer's image flickered before disappearing completely in front of the young man. The charred remains of her fire attack vanished alongside her, as did the burnt portions of the warrior's cloak, if he ever bothered to check during their retreat. “Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Jennifer,” her shrill laughter echoed from above. The real one appeared then, leaning over from the same balcony she’d sat in the whole time. She waved down to the young man, grinning still. “Your assistance wasn’t necessary,”

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"The dragons been sent, my Queen," one of the guards said as he entered the throne room. Queen Fae was sitting again, though she was on the edge of her throne, with one fingernail tapping the armrest in agitation. All the while her silvery blue eyes narrowed as she listened to the report. Her lips were pressed firmly together, all thoughts on the audacity of Laowlee to launch an attack on them.

"King D'earl must know how idiotic that move was," Fae uttered, her voice seething with anger. It was rare that anyone saw the Queen in such a state, and her anger was enough to freeze over the room.

"My Lady," one of the guards stepped forward, pressing his arm across his stomach as he gave her a bow. Slowly, Fae turned her attention to the man dressed in silver armor. "It was not King D'earl."

A thin eyebrow rose as she stared at the guard, "How would you know this, guardsman?"

"Because," he lifted his head, dark green eyes glittering as a smile pulled at his lips. A cloud of black mist swirled around him and four others. Replacing the bright silver armor was black cloaks with hoods to hide their faces. His hand lifted and from another cloud of dark mist, a weapon formed in his hand. A long black spear with a wicked tip. "It is the True Dragons who are bringing retribution to this land. He will come back and reclaim it all for himself."

Fae was on her feet the moment the man was encircled by dark magic. Her eyes were vibrant with shock and rage. How did these men manage to infiltrate her ranks? The guards remaining formed a wall between Fae and the men that had turned.

"He? Who is this, 'he' you speak of?"

"You will all soon find out. Born of blood and magic, he will sweep the land and rebuild it," then the mage brought up his arm and charged at the guards, all five attackers went straight for the Queen.


City Skyfall

Talon startled as the woman disappeared from his grasp, yelling at him wondering how long he was going to cling to her. His eyes narrowed and frustration easily came first as he watched her lingering face smile brightly at him. Then she faded away completely and he twisted and turned to try to find her, at least until he heard her voice from above him. Vy, only turned his head sideways and gave a soft coughing that indicated his amusement at the woman's trickery.

“Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Jennifer. Your assistance wasn’t necessary.”

Talon released a heavy sigh, dropped down to his knees and let his head hang down, he groaned as he sat there, "I hate mages..." he mumbled. Then he turned his head to look up at her, letting some of his blue grey hair fall across his left eye. Across his right eye was a thin scar going from just above the eyebrow down to his cheek bone.

"Pleasure, Jennifer. Talon V'lyn. Perhaps a thank you would have been nice instead..." he muttered the last part as he turned away to look at Vy who had lifted his head to see over the building.

The fighting seems to have stopped, Talon. We need to check the guild... Vy's voice held a slight hint of fear as he could see something that Talon could not.

"Lets get moving."

Talon stood up and started down the alleyway not waiting to see if Jennifer would follow him or not. Though the bulk of the fighting had stopped, there were still some black cloaked rebels fighting with the rest of the assassins. As he came out into the square where the assassin's guild was, he was shocked to find so many bodies lying on the ground, blood nearly painting the cobblestones over completely. Raising his hand to his mouth, he breathed through the cloth that covered his arm and hand. Rushing through the decimated area, he made the guild in a few seconds.

Bursting through the door he halted in his steps as his eyes widened and his heart lurched to his throat. Lying on the floor with his sword impaled through his chest, was Lord V'lyn. The old assassin's eyes were glassy as they stared at the door, seeing nothing at all. Stumbling backwards, Talon hit the wall and slid down it as he stared at his Fathers body.

I'm so sorry, my little assassin.

This time the nick name was filled with tenderness and was not being used to tease him. Talon pulled his hands through his hair, clenching the straight locks of blue grey between his fingers as he shook slightly. With a deep shaking breath, he tried to steady himself. Skyfall had taken a direct hit. With the loss of their leader and Talon not yet ready to take a leading position, Skyfall had been sacked.

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"Pleasure, Jennifer. Talon V'lyn. Perhaps a thank you would have been nice instead..."

Jennifer’s chin rested on her palms as she listened to him, still clearly enjoying the startled reaction he’d given her upon disappearing. Again he showed her his courtesy though, was he really an assassin? After a moment she merely shrugged in casual dismissal to his comment, raising an eyebrow towards him in an ‘I didn’t ask for your help’ face.

“Talon’s a pretty boring name for an assassin,” she mulled, puffing strands of black hair away from her cheeks.

Her ears perked up as she realised an eerie silence had descended over the city. The sound of fiery explosions and crossing blades had fallen away with the silence of the morning sun, although chaos reigned supreme in its aftermath. The fires still crackling and the distant cries of the wounded was a beautiful symphony to her ears and she listened to it with relish. Talon stood up straight, his form fully extruded beneath the rising sun. The soft daylight revealed an acute scar across the assassin’s right eye which had previously been hidden by his dark fringe. Jennifer giggled slightly upon seeing this, it certainly enhanced the whole assassin scheme he had going.

"Let’s get moving." She heard him say hastily, a hint of anxiety flexing his tone, the emotion undermining his impassive appearance. His thin frame began bobbing up and down as he started down the alleyway without further delay. Jennifer licked her grinning lips as she sniffed the air, her nose kicking in as she sensed the enticing smell of misery ahead. Disappearing from the balcony, she appeared behind Talon again much like the Cheshire cat, arms behind her head as she followed him silently.

Talon led them to an open square, usually a place of exposure to encourage social meetings and activity. Unfortunately their eyes were greeted with anything but that. Silence met them as their gazes looked upon the bodies littering the floor, caking the stone with pools of blood. Jennifer frowned as she strode past them nonchalantly, a seemingly bored expression as she stepped over each body. Nothing interesting to see here.

Her eyes flickered up as the loud crack of doors slamming open drew her attention. Like the turning point of a grand drama, she saw Talon sink to his knees, holding the wall like he'd been gripped by despair. Jennifer’s predatory grin widened, a gorgeous full smile if not for the wicked appearance of her face. She strode past him, carelessly approaching the body impaled over a sword and whistled low as she crouched to inspect the corpse. He didn’t go down without a good fight, blood not of his own was flecked across his clothes and face. She stood up straight after a moment, arms out wide now in a grand gesture.

“Isn’t life just cruel? If there’s one thing I’ve learned it’s that misery is the one true equaliser,” she said, her smile growing at Talon, “Don’t you just hate the people who did this? Don’t you want to make them feel the same pain?”

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Talon V'lyn

“Isn’t life just cruel? If there’s one thing I’ve learned it’s that misery is the one true equalizer. Don’t you just hate the people who did this? Don’t you want to make them feel the same pain?”

Talon looked up to her smiling face, his own grey-blue eyes narrowing in anger. It was a struggle to keep himself from going into full rage, but even so he couldn't keep himself from lunging at her. Whether this was another illusion of herself or not, he didn't care. He wasn't particularly thinking straight anyway, so nothing mattered at the moment. Drawing his dagger from its hidden sheathe, he grasped her upper arm in his free hand as he hit her. The force of his blow pushing them both backwards until she hit the dresser that was behind her.

The dagger came up under her throat as he glared at her, his chest heaving slightly as he stood there, unable to speak past her grinning lips. After a moment, he opened his mouth, his deep voice vibrating his chest as the words growled from him, "That man was my father, woman. A leader in this city and now he's fallen. Skyfall has fallen. Mark my words when I say, the ones who rained fire down on us will regret it dearly. Riena will guide them all to their deaths, and I will gladly fulfill her wishes."

He shoved off her, slowly pulling himself straight and sheathing his dagger. It took him a moment, but then he realized what he'd done to her and felt slightly ashamed for having lost himself to anger.

You're going to have to work on that, Talon, Vy said softly.

Yeah, I realize that.

I don't think she meant any harm by her words. In fact, I think she meant to ask you if you wanted her help. She would be valuable against these mages. Her magic is very unique and powerful. She could very well be our only chance at getting on even ground with them.

Talon looked at her again, this time with a slight frown on his face. He took in a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair, pulling it all back to reveal both eyes as he closed them. After a moment, he let the hair fall from his fingers covering his forehead and opening his eyes to look at her.

"I could use some assistance. Fighting magic with magic is probably the best course," he muttered softly. He wasn't about to admit that he wasn't all that great fighting against another magic user. Though, he was pretty sure she'd deduced that fact already.

We'll find someone to help hone your skills. I think this will go beyond just having an assassin's style. We may need something different... completely different.

Where are we going to find that?

This world is not without it's nomads or older races that have lived far longer than you or I. There is always something, we just have to find it. In the mean time, we should send word to Crystacia.

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City Crystacia

The glass shattered from above and down fell a dark skinned man whom Queen Fae couldn't determine his origins until he'd stood completely and threw off his cloak. Then her eyes widened as she recognized him for one of the dark elves that lived outside the city's reach.

"The Seeker has sent you," her voice whispered in astonishment. She couldn't believe what she saw before her. When was the last time the dark elves fought with their lighter skinned cousins? Too long has it been since she'd seen one of such color. Half of her was relieved as she knew the man wouldn't fail in his quest to kill all those that stood before her, the other half in shock at his actually being there.

"And the True Dragon has sent me," a guttural voice whispered in her ear.

Unable to turn around in time, her sharp gasp was only cut off by a choke on the air. She felt warm liquid spilling down the front of her dress and she looked down in a daze to see silver steel protruding from the middle of her chest. Her vision blurred in and out as she stood there. One of the man's hands held tightly to her upper arm as he pulled her close to him to whisper something to her. When he pulled away, her eyes were wide with realization, a thin trail of blood leaking from the corner of her mouth as she coughed. The blade pulled out of her and she crumpled to the floor, dead before she hit the ground.

The man who'd appeared behind her slowly sheathed his crimson stained blade and flexed a hand that sported silver claws. The other hand was simply covered in black leather as he stretched it out to beckon all those who were present.

"Here falls another building block for the rise of the True Dragon. Our one and only ruler," his voice reverberated off the palace walls. The white marble steps leading up to Queen Fae's throne slowly filled with red blood that dripped down towards the floor beneath her. "Through magic, and blood." The cloaked man knelt down, ran his clawed hand through the Queen's blood that stained the floor, then disappeared from sight. The feel of dark magic caked the air.

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Jennifer’s grin spread fully as Talon’s eyes narrowed at her, his bubbling rage coiling like snakes around his arms and forcing them upwards as he lunged at her murderously. Jennifer forced herself to remain in place, her body relaxing completely as she took the full blow of his tackle head on. For a moment the wind left her lungs as she crumpled against the hardwood of the furniture behind her, a loud thud echoing across the halls and breaking the dead silence around them. Feeling his vice like grip restraining her upper arms, she returned his glare with that same cruel grin, as if taunting to push the blade further.

"That man was my father, woman. A leader in this city and now he's fallen. Skyfall has fallen. Mark my words when I say, the ones who rained fire down on us will regret it dearly. Riena will guide them all to their deaths, and I will gladly fulfil her wishes."

Jennifer forced herself not to laugh, only managing to lick her lips like she could open up and feast on his hatred at any moment. For a moment she marvelled at the look on his eyes, the fiery taste for revenge prickling her corrupted heart and attacking her spine in chills. Another thud followed as he abruptly shoved himself off her, causing a disappointed expression to play across her features. An awkward silence followed as Jennifer picked herself of the ground like nothing happened and dusted herself off, meeting his frown with her typical face of casual indifference.

"I could use some assistance. Fighting magic with magic is probably the best course," he murmured distastefully, as if he had no other choice.

Jennifer clutched the bottom of her stomach with mirth, meeting his dark expression with sarcasm, “Finally, the face of a true assassin. Ruthless, brutal, yet utterly boring. Those were good eyes back there. I was upset when you didn’t drive that knife into me,” she said, frowning playfully herself. A sly smirk returned to her appealing face, lighting her features, “I’m sorry for your loss of course, and I don’t mind assisting in your little game of vengeance, but that said, i thought i'd point out that most people usually open up a bargain when asking for help.”

Her smile deepened as he strode around him, her lithe fingers wrapping around the scabbard of the sword impaling his father. In one smooth motion she pulled the sword free from the corpse before deftly juggling it between her hands like a circus performer. She chucked the bloody sword to him then, sending the blade clattering across the floor. “You’ve got it all wrong though, just killing them is to boring, too quick. You have to make them feel pain, tear down their hierarchy. Idealistic people like them make the world a colourless place. If you want my help, you'll also have to accept my way of doing things.”

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City Skyfall

“Finally, the face of a true assassin. Ruthless, brutal, yet utterly boring. Those were good eyes back there. I was upset when you didn’t drive that knife into me. I’m sorry for your loss of course, and I don’t mind assisting in your little game of vengeance, but that said, i thought i'd point out that most people usually open up a bargain when asking for help.”

Talon frowned at her, not in the least humored by her words or sly smiling. Something about her seemed... off to him. He couldn't put his finger on it either. Why would she be upset that he didn't kill her? What could she possibly gain by that? He was confused about her choice of words and the look on her face. Certainly this was a strange woman indeed.

“You’ve got it all wrong though, just killing them is to boring, too quick. You have to make them feel pain, tear down their hierarchy. Idealistic people like them make the world a colourless place. If you want my help, you'll also have to accept my way of doing things.”

To this he turned his eyes on her fully, an eyebrow arching in the process. Talon wasn't sure he liked the sounds of what she was saying. Riena was merciful, she did not cause unnecessary pain to her victims. For an assassin, it was kill quickly and efficiently. However, his thoughts were revolving around what possible hell he could put the man through who killed his father. Talon knew, though, that those kinds of thoughts were not what his deity would wish him to be thinking. No matter how much he wanted to put torment those who destroyed his city, he knew it wasn't right.

It may not be right, but she is the only thing that is a match against them. I think the one whom you faced is their leader, and he is far more deadly than any of his followers, Vy voiced to him.

I still don't like it.

You don't have to like it. This has marked the change in times. Change with it or die, Vy said coldly.

You're no help to me Vy, Talon sighed in response.

I'm always here to help you. Never forget that. Riena will always look after you, no matter where you go. She nor I will let you stray from your path.

Talon sighed, "Fine. Do what you want. However, I don't want you expecting me to do the same. Still wish to fight with me?"

City Crystacia

He rapped his knuckles across the door of the infirmary and was let in immediately by another elf. Taking hold of his sword, his gaze swept the area looking for the mysterious dark elf that had assisted them. Even if they'd lost their Queen, the man had been a huge help in the fight. Still, the fighting was continuing, whatever black cloaked mages were left fought against the elven guard. That was tiring as it was. However, the issue of trying to find an heir to throne was entirely different. This was one thing that wasn't going to be fixed in a mere couple of hours.

"Sir," he announced as he found the darker skinned cousin, "I'm Earvine Lithile, second commander of the Queen's guard," Earvine bowed to the dark elf before continuing, "I'm here to tell you that there is no heir to the throne. Queen Fae was not married and did not bear any children. No one knows where to start looking in regards to her family, or even if her family still lives at this point. Also, the dragon that she sent to Skyfall has returned, but the rider is gone. I was informed by my own dragon that Skyfall has seen the same devastation that we have," he paused to take a deep breath.

"Is there anything that we can do for you? We owe you our lives, and are in your debt for aiding us with this sudden attack."

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"Fine. Do what you want. However, I don't want you expecting me to do the same. Still wish to fight with me?"

Talon's icy reply was all she needed to confirm his priorities, his firm denial of her offer a promising show of support for his moral codes. Jennifer's creamy frame shrugged dismissively as she turned her back on Talon's startled expression, imitating a child denied her candy. Growing up as a mage, she remained ignorant of the assassins and many other cultures for a long time, but one thing she had intimately grown to learn about was people. What drove him to hold onto his honour so fervently? Why was he so opposed to the idea of pain in an occupation dipped in death? Such pertinant questions only made her want to test the limits of his resolve, so that she could taste and savour the sweet nectar of his crumbling emotions when it all fell apart.

She discarded the petty notion with a sigh, if he valued his dignity so badly, so be it. Jennifer span on her heels cheerfully, rotating herself to face Talon again as her condescending tone saturated the room once more with her malevolence, "Such devoted morals you have, that's fine too i guess. You're mistaken though you know? You're the one who can't do this alone. The only reason i'm offering assistance is because their attitude rankles me, but i'm a notoriously whimsical person."

Her curt features played into a sly grin as she stared at him, "Knowing you, you'd just have some boring plan involving pursuing them and killing them, right? That's no fun for someone like me either."

Jennifer clicked her fingers then, creating four differently coloured orbs with each one representing a separate element over her head. Without needing to look, she juggled them between her hands as she continued to address him, "I'm a terrible assassin, but you're clearly out of your depth when dealing with mages likewise. If i don't come, do you plan on wasting time in the hopes of finding a random wizard to teach you? Most of the greatest mages reside in Ro’ell you know, too absorbed in their own arcane studies to be bothered by the petty political matters of the world. That said, I hope you're sufficiently prepared if you plan to involve me, you may not enjoy everything you see."

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She has a point, Talon. Given everything that's happened and the way that Ro'ell is run, the mages there won't give you a second glance.

Thanks for the obvious, Vy, Talon replied sarcastically. Then with a different tone he continued, Do you think there's a way I could learn some magic?

He could feel the large silver dragon mentally shrug, Maybe. There's always that possibility. I don't think you could gain as much power as some of the naturally born mages, but you may be able to harness some power that would help you against this rebellion.

Even if it's just a little, it's better than nothing. What of her? What do you think?

Vy sighed, I think you're thinking too much, my little assassin.

To this Talon's eyebrow twitched again and he turned his head to glare in the general direction of where his large dragon was at. Though he couldn't see the silver beast, he knew where his location was as he could feel the creature moving around outside via their connection. With his jaw set tightly, he ran his hand through his blue-grey hair and turned back to face her. her colored orbs bouncing around her hands as she stood there waiting for his response. Jennifer was a deadly opponent to say the least, and he was slightly fearful that the way she thought would rub off on him. He also feared losing his resolve to follow Riena's path, to be merciful rather than merciless.

He wasn't sure if he really wanted her company, but at the same time, he couldn't be without it either. He wouldn't stand a chance against the mages who had decided to take up arms and attack. Their only purpose being something about 'his' coming back. Whoever 'he' was, Talon didn't know, but he was determined to find out. Then he remembered the key that his father had given to him before he'd left to fight the attack. Reaching into the hidden portions of his clothing, he pulled the key out and looked at it. Twisting it between his fingers he tried to think of what the key would unlock.

Maybe some old room in the guild? Vy offered.

Maybe, Talon replied slowly, his mind not really with the dragon at the moment.

Talon replaced the key and returned his attention to the matter at hand, "I'm prepared for anything," he told her, his eyes narrowing and taking on a colder tone, much like the look he had before. He was going to do what it took to bring his father justice and to stop the man with the silver clawed hand from getting what he wanted. Whatever the rebels were trying to do, Talon would have none of it.

"Tell me, Jennifer. How quickly can one learn magic?"

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Jennifer made a show of frowning as Talon’s attention wavered, his focus no doubt alternating in consultation between herself and his dragon. When he finally turned back to address her, his cheeks set firmly into a gaunt visage, Talon’s face was a picture of grim dourness. Jennifer felt a small smile of her own spreading across her delectable lips as her statements hit the proverbial nail on the head. His internal conflict was painfully obvious for her to observe. She could tell from the young man's silence that he was measuring her, leveraging the risk and the benefits of associating himself with a dangerous individual such as herself.

Her eyes detected the brief glint of something small and metallic as Talon pulled an object free from his clothes and held it between his hands, something she guessed was a gift from his father. After another short moment he returned the heirloom into the folds of his clothes, his gaze calculating gaze settling onto her once more.

"I'm prepared for anything," he declared, his eyes and tone reflecting a glassy semblance. Again with the sudden change in demeanour. That was fine to in Jennifer’s mind, she’d more than likely have plenty of opportunities to toy with him later. "Tell me, Jennifer. How quickly can one learn magic?"

His question caused an eruption of chuckles as Jennifer’s head shot back, her short black hair falling around her shoulders as a felicitous hysteria overcame her. The sudden motion was enough to disrupt her concentration and send the illusionary balls crashing into the floor, hitting the tiles with a wet slap before dissipating into thin air.

You sound like you actually want to learn proper magic. Surely you jest,” she retorted in dislocated huffs. Holding onto her chest, Jennifer was still struggling to maintain her composure as she fought back the waves of laughter. “I just thought you wanted me to fight alongside with you. If the rebels have enough power to assault an entire city and raid it so effectively, how long do you think you have to learn proper magic? Or did you want to wait it out like the rest of the world? Twiddling your thumbs?”

Another hand clasped onto Talon’s shoulder from behind, a sudden grip both solid and warm. An image of Talon’s father shimmered behind him, smiling peacefully like any paternal father would to a son. When its mouth opened to speak though, the his father's tone was anything but that, shattering the illusion. Sly and oozing with acid, it whispered unnervingly into Talon’s ear, “There are darker methods of course. Forbidden and ruinous techniques of increasing ones power quickly...” The illusion imploded abruptly, bursting into hundreds of tiny yellow butterflies which fluttered back to Jennifer.

“Just kidding,” she teased, smiling broadly at Talon, “How long it takes depends on the individual’s affinity for magic and their conceptual powers. The simplest method is converting energy in to power and then using that energy to manipulate the environment around you,” she closed her eyes then, pursing her lips into a frustrated pout, “I can teach you the basics, but i'm already woefully bored of these surroundings, shall we change locations? One cannot survive on air alone.”

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“You sound like you actually want to learn proper magic. Surely you jest. I just thought you wanted me to fight alongside with you. If the rebels have enough power to assault an entire city and raid it so effectively, how long do you think you have to learn proper magic? Or did you want to wait it out like the rest of the world? Twiddling your thumbs?”

Her laughter caused him to groan softly. He was beginning to think that asking her about anything was a bad idea. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned his weight onto one leg as he listened to her ramble and joke around. Then he jumped slightly as he felt a hand on his shoulder. His arms uncrossed and his fingers pulled out two daggers, one in each hand. His eyes widened though as he looked upon the figure of his father standing right next to him. Talon's throat clenched as he stared, unable to think properly. The man's words dripped with acid, a wicked tone to it as he spoke belying the figure who stood there. Lord V'lyn would never speak of such things, nor in the manner that he was just then.

Once he realized it was just another of her illusions, it was too late and the figure had disappeared completely leaving him standing there with his daggers held loosely at his sides from his shock. After a moment, he finally turned to her, eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched tightly in anger. How dare she use the image of his father in such a way? Still, she smiled at him, leaning back in her mirth that seemed to never end. He would have lunged at her once more, but he held back knowing that that was exactly what she wanted in the first place. Talon was determined not to let her have that pleasure.

“How long it takes depends on the individual’s affinity for magic and their conceptual powers. The simplest method is converting energy in to power and then using that energy to manipulate the environment around you. I can teach you the basics, but i'm already woefully bored of these surroundings, shall we change locations? One cannot survive on air alone.”

Another sigh escaped him and he fought to keep from rolling his eyes. Slowly he replaced the daggers and stepped towards the door leading outside. The sun was slowly illuminating the courtyard, making the ground reflect the pool of red blood that had covered the cobblestones. In the center of the courtyard, Vy had curled himself, waiting for his companion to make a decision on what he was going to do next.

"Whatever it takes, Jennifer. I'll make them pay," he told her, his voice barely above a whisper. He didn't get very far as he made his way to Vy when he heard a yell across the courtyard to his left. Turning his attention, his hands reached for the throwing knives on his person. However, what met him was not someone in distress from an attack, but an elf who was rushing towards him with a paper in hand.

"Lord V'lyn," another voice called from his right. Talon turned to see who had called him and noted that a group of assassin's had walked upon the scene. The one who'd spoken his name led the others and once he was next to Talon, bowed to him before flicking his dark gaze to the guild and then to Jennifer right behind him. "Is it as we suspect?"

"Yes," Talon replied as he looked away, his eyes glinting with anger. The elf finally made it to them and stopped just short of the assassin. His breath was heaving as he looked at the group, then handed the paper to Talon.

"Queen Fae has requested your presence in Crystacia," the elf managed after he'd caught his breath. Talon looked sharply to the man before opening the letter. He read it quickly then crushed the paper between his hands in frustration.

"Finish things here, then send a dragon to Ro'ell and Laowlee. Let them know what's going on and who has attacked us. A rebel group under the name 'True Dragons'. I'll head to Laowlee after I finish in Crystacia." Talon turned to Jennifer then and eyed her for a moment before continuing, "I hope you don't mind heights, because we're flying there," he said then strode up to Vy and climbed up onto his back. Leaning over he offered his hand to the girl before allowing Vy to jump into the air and race to Crystacia.

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Jennifer felt a pang of disappointment as Talon’s daggers found their way back into their holsters, his anger held tightly in check despite her taunts. She sighed also, blowing a wad of her dark fringe away from her eyes. Her cheerfulness returned immediately as Talon stepped towards the entrance though, her smile returning with a new lease of life as she stepped a few paces behind him. She followed his dark figure back into the courtyard, arms behind her head as the sun rose further above them. Talon’s dragon sat curled around itself in the middle of the courtyard as it awaited them, its silvery form exposed for all to admire. Light reflected up of its scales magnificently, mirroring all of the various hues of the courtyard and giving the dragon a wholly unearthly complexion.

"Whatever it takes, Jennifer. I'll make them pay,"

She turned to his barely audible whisper, her eyes an icy juxtaposition to her jovial smile. “I’m looking forwards to it. If it’s someone like you, it may be possible,” she advocated, though one could never be too sure about the true meaning behind her words, if there were even any at all.

Immediately they were approached from both flanks, a group of assassins on the right and an elf on the left the moment they exited the structure. Jennifer watched the tedious proceedings with boredom, only stopping to compose herself as one of the assassins regarded her with suspicion. She resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at him like an ill-tempered child and could only glower at him instead, exploiting a sunny smile to undermine the atmosphere of their conversation.

"Finish things here, then send a dragon to Ro'ell and Laowlee. Let them know what's going on and who has attacked us. A rebel group under the name 'True Dragons'. I'll head to Laowlee after I finish in Crystacia. I hope you don't mind heights, because we're flying there,"

Talon leaned to her as he said this from the back of his dragon, extending his hand out towards her at the conclusion of their plan. “How kind of you my prince,” she laughed, grasping onto his hand and climbing aboard. Her stomach lurched into her throat as Talon’s dragon jumped to the skies then, their rapid momentum surprising her completely as it spread its wings. Without anything else to support her, she clung onto his back, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Hope you don’t mind,” she grinned, “But death from falling isn’t high to do on my wishlist.”

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Talon felt her smaller body press against his back as she leaned forward and clung to him with her arms around his waist. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from feeling any amount of embarrassment. He'd never had a woman riding Vy with him before, so the experience was more than a little distracting. Of course the one thing that kept him from feeling any amount of liking towards her proximity, was her condescending nature. To that extent he was semi-grateful, he'd never been close to a woman before so this whole experience was entirely new to him.

This is the only woman you've spent time with... I wonder how this will end up, Vy said.

You're not helping the situation, Talon growled back in reply.

“Hope you don’t mind. But death from falling isn’t high to do on my wishlist,” Jennifer voiced as they shot off into the air. She had to lean forward, raising her voice to be heard over the wind. Talon rolled his eyes then, but only because she couldn't see.

"I wouldn't let you fall," he replied loudly, turning his head towards her so she could hear.

How sweet of you. Last I thought you wouldn't have minded if she stayed behind, now you're not going to let any harm befall her. Human's are interesting creatures. You especially my little assassin.

Once again his eyebrow twitched in irritation and he clenched his jaw as he sat on Vy's neck, the area right between the start of his neck and shoulders where the wing joints were. The flight was a constant up and down feeling, almost like being at sea but where the waves constantly tossed the ship. Flying was not straight or smooth, the wind always changed direction and because of this, the dragon would have to constantly adjust. Not to mention the wings flapping added altitude and when they glided, they lost altitude. Never was flying steady. However, Talon had grown used to the feeling and he enjoyed it immensely.

It was a few hours later that they reached Crystacia. The sun had risen far off the mountain range and was slowly making its way to the center of the sky to mark midday. Talon's gaze narrowed as he spotted the white city built in the side of the rocky mountain. Smoke was billowing from several areas of the city and the sight alone left the assassin agitated. He'd hoped that the elves would have held longer, but it wasn't looking all that good. Talon ordered Vy to circle the area once before landing, just so he could take in the scene.

Down below he couldn't see too much beyond the smoke and buildings, but Vy's eyesight was much better and the dragon informed him of the goings on down below. Several of the True Dragons remained in the city, but they were being held back by the guards and warriors. Vy also spotted what looked to be their area of command, the barracks that were on the outside of the palace. Slowly, the large silver dragon began his descent into the courtyard area where there were many other dragons as well.

Once down on the ground, Talon leapt off his dragons back gracefully and turned to aid Jennifer in her decent from the dragons neck as well. He held his hand out to her, the other arm outstretched to catch her should she fall awkwardly, though he doubted she would. The woman seemed very quick on her feet and he was certain that her agility and balance far exceeded his own.

As soon as she was down, he headed for the building in search of anyone who could tell him where Queen Fae was. She had called him, therefore he needed to see her. Not to mention she needed to know of Lord V'lyn's death and the destruction of Skyfall. As he entered the barracks, he spotted many elves laid out on beds being tended to. The wounded were many and there seemed to be more still coming. His eyes narrowed at the sight, a disgusted feeling welling at the back of his throat. Slowly he turned his gaze and he spotted a being that he'd never seen before. The man was elven, that was for sure, but his skin was black and his hair white. What type of elf was this? Talon thought to himself.

"You there!" One of the guards that had been standing nearby called out to him and moved towards him. The elven man looked him up and down before recognition sprung in his eyes, "You're face, I've seen it before. You're Lord V'lyn's are you not? Where is your father? He was called here to speak to Queen..." the man's voice choked and he looked away before composing himself.

"Talon V'lyn, last of my house. Where is the Queen, I need to speak with her," he said shortly, his voice hard as he cut right down to business.

"The Queen was killed, Lord V'lyn."

"Killed?! How?"

"She was attacked from behind. Somehow, he got inside the palace. Several of our own men were a part of this organization as well. It's a miracle any of us survived. If he hadn't of showed up in time, I don't think anyone in that throne room would have walked out."

Talon raised an eyebrow, "Who?"

"He calls himself Locien Kestal, Son of Maelthra Kestal. As of right now, he's the closest we have to a leader. He's been keeping everyone busy and orderly. You should speak to him," the guard pointed to the dark skinned elf before bowing and taking his leave. Talon looked back at Jennifer before starting towards the man.

"Locien Kestal? Queen Fae called me here. I was told to speak with you on what has happened in the city so far," Talon started as he stood behind the man.

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Never before had she ridden a dragon, not since the Romanias killed her bond, and never since the time she'd abandoned Ro’ell, so to say Jennifer was less than comfortable would be a rather large understatement. Jennifer clung on for dear life as the air rushed past her face, buffeting against her tiny body and carrying her dark hair wildly over her shoulders. Thankfully, Talon’s waist was firmly constructed and just thin enough for her to comfortably wrap her arms around. Such comforts did little to negate her growing anxiety and the sense of illness she felt churning within her stomach however. Her eyes were crushed together so tightly she almost missed his response when Talon whipped his head around to yell at her.

"I wouldn't let you fall," he yelled, his reassuring voice carrying over the wind and quickly being lost somewhere behind them.

“Oh? I could’ve sworn you were about to stab me earlier this morning!” she screamed over the roaring winds in return. She dug her head deeper into his back in a futile attempt to forget the nauseating sickness which threatened to discharge her last meal. Each and every jostle and curve during their flight only serving to compound her condition. After what Jennifer could only describe as several hours of pure agony, they reached the city of Crystacia. The white city was a fine sight indeed. Ominous black smoke billowed over numerous sections of the metropolis, smothering the otherwise perfectly white architecture with the taint of war. As their view continued to expand, masses of ruins became gently illuminated under the sun, the smell of their burnt out carcasses wafting its way up to their noses. All of which mattered little to Jennifer who seemed simply gratified at the prospect of being on solid ground.

For once she was glad to accept Talon’s support, stumbling off the dragon in her haste to reach stable soil. Her creamy face seemed all the more paler as she stepped down, her one free arm wrapped tenderly around her chest as she exhaled deeply. “Next time, I’ll just walk,” she muttered, rearranging her wits quickly. Judging the immediate activity of the elven soldiers, she was able to determine they’d arrived at some central command hub for the army. Talon led the way into one of the buildings which progressed into a makeshift infirmary on their way to make contact with some measure of authority. The cries of the wounded distorted the air as they passed, exciting her senses. She had half a mind to inflict further pain on the soldiers resting there, but she resisted the pointless temptation as a guard approached them. It was an elven soldier. Tall, thin, and with eyes and ears moulded into slits which exuded a permeable aura of aloofness, the elves represented a noble fantasy in the minds of many humans. Jennifer was no such human though. A wicked smile tugged at her lips as she recognised the look on the guard’s face, the look of failure.

"The Queen was killed, Lord V'lyn."

Her grin could only broaden, turning into a sharp, cruel expression of joy. These rebels were doing most of her job for her. Talon’s reply was predictable as the shock of the revelation became visibly etched into his young features, his eyes widening in alarm, "Killed?! How?"

She followed the rest of the conversation until Talon craned his neck to glance at her. Locien Kestal was a name she’d never heard of so she shrugged in response to his silent enquiry, her small shoulders shifting up then down in uncertainty. They approached their apparent target, and similar to their previous elf, he was tall, noble and possessed the signature ears and eyes of an elf. The similarities ended there though, Locien Kestal was a self-possessed figure, with dark marble like skin and effeminate long hair. The perfect buddy for Talon it seemed, much to her chagrin.

"Locien Kestal? Queen Fae called me here. I was told to speak with you on what has happened in the city so far."

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Locien eyed the two humans carefully. The female had an air of malice to her and took a stab at guessing she was a warlock. The young man looked like a very familiar man he once crossed paths with in Skyfall at age twenty and five. He did look like him, a good man and a great assassin. "You must be the Skyfall Assassins Guildmaster's son." Locien stated as he gestured to his face. "I've heard of your father, boy. Good man, good assassin. Seeker be with you, from one Clan of Assassins to another. I am Locien Kestal of the Kestal Clan and this," he gestured to Rania who gripped her white dragon's claw and rubbed it softly, "Is Lieutenant Rania Birviel of the House of Birviel, you two have a lot in common, if you're the last of your line boy."

Locien sighed and looked to the city outside. "Is this your first time seeing a Dark Elf? Wouldn't be too surprised if it was, the only difference in me and these elves here is only how our ancestors, the Elvahn, chose their paths. The people of Crystacia, well, that's obvious, they became elves. My people became dark elves and were always involved in civil squabble. Until my people, the Tok'Nowe Alliance was formed and split from other dark elves to form our own group and to try and make peace with and aid other races to the best of our ability." Locien stated as he turned to face the humans once again. "That's Dark Elvish history in a nutshell. My involvement in this incident began right as the attack started, I decided to pay the Queen a quick checkup visit, only to skewer a few dark magi who were in a cult bent on killing the three powers. Of course, you can guess they succeeded in killing the Queen."

"I think they can, Foolish Dark Skinned cousin." Rania said as she continued rubbing Azmirian's claw softly.

"Yeah tensions between my people and theirs are still tight after a few thousand years. At any rate, there have been a few stragglers from this cult that I want to try and catch alive and interrogate, hopefully my dragon managed to not singe one for that occasion. Any questions?" Locien asked before lifting a finger, "No questions on my skin, why I am even here and not being with my own kind, and the ever popular, 'am I a wandering swordsman'. Apologies those questions follow me everywhere sometimes."

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Love, Azmirian said, warning in his voice, I do not trust this situation. It reeks of malice and backstabbing... Do not trust them. There was little reasoning behind it, but the congregation of strange elves (which he still couldn't see) set him on edge. He kept his golden eyes shug and allowed his companion to stroke his claw. Gently, he nestled the end of his snout on her stomach and sighed with contentment and satisfaction. I am sorry this happened. I was planning to take you to the shrub of flowers in her remembrance... Maybe some other time.

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Talon wasn't too surprised that the dark elf knew who he was. Most people could tell by his tall tell blue-grey hair and eyes. The scar over his eye was also another mark that told others who he was. The V'lyn house was known for their hair color and being assassins.

"I've heard of your father, boy. Good man, good assassin. Seeker be with you, from one Clan of Assassins to another. I am Locien Kestal of the Kestal Clan and this is Lieutenant Rania Birviel of the House of Birviel, you two have a lot in common, if you're the last of your line boy," the dark elf gestured to a woman who was in a cot with her dragon right next to her.

In return, the assassin bowed his head to the dark elf before him, "May Riena guide your steps, fellow assassin. I'm Talon V'lyn from the house V'lyn in Skyfall. I believe my father spoke of meeting a dark elf in his youth a few times before. Alas, he is dead. Killed by these rebels who call themselves the 'True Dragons'."

He listened to Locien's words as he put the lore of the two elven races into a short few moments of time. Talon had heard of the dispute between the two and only knew a little about the goings on between them. Other than that, he was no where near being fully versed in their history. He thought it unnecessary to hear the background, but then maybe it was as the lighter skinned elf sourly spoke up at Locien. Talon raised an eyebrow as he looked between the two.

"Yeah tensions between my people and theirs are still tight after a few thousand years. At any rate, there have been a few stragglers from this cult that I want to try and catch alive and interrogate, hopefully my dragon managed to not singe one for that occasion. Any questions? No questions on my skin, why I am even here and not being with my own kind, and the ever popular, 'am I a wandering swordsman'. Apologies those questions follow me everywhere sometimes."

His lips pulled back into the slightest of a smile as he listened. Obviously the dark elf was a man who liked getting straight to the point rather than beating around the bush with useless talk. A kind of man that Talon would like very much, "No, you're not the first dark elf that I've seen Locien. I find your kind more appealing to work with," he said slowly as he flicked his gaze to the woman. It wasn't that he disliked the lighter skinned cousins of the dark elves, he just didn't like their politics. He'd seen too much of that via his father and Queen Fae.

"I don't have any questions other than how my..." he glanced over his shoulder at Jennifer before continuing, "companion and I can assist you in your endevour to capture one of these mages. I'd very much like to learn as much about them as possible, just as you do. They destroyed Skyfall and Crystacia. They're obviously powerful in that fact. We need to find out who their leader is and start working towards catching him to stop this rebellion as quickly as possible before full out war engulfs the land."

City Kingsburrow

Kill as many as you like, Vier. The more bloodshed, the more power is given to our one and true God. Don't alert the guards or the city on what you're doing. There will be time for that later. Ro'ell is next to fall. When you bore of the city, move on, his deep voice reverberated in her mind as she wandered the streets of the city. Already she'd killed a dozen men and hidden their bodies in various places around the city. She was enjoying herself very much as she flicked her eyes around each and every person that walked passed her.

Vier had discarded her black cloak marking her as one of the True Dragons. No, in order to keep a low profile and not be spotted by the guards, she'd donned simple leather pants and a tight black jerkin that was unlaced at the top to show enough of her curves to keep most men occupied. That is, until she dragged them down to a dark alley and killed them in whatever fashion she saw fitting. Three belts curved their way around her waist, each one holding an array of weaponry. The larger belt held her sword at her side, the two smaller ones held daggers and throwing knives tucked away tightly against her body. Tall boots that clicked softly across the cobblestones came up to her knees and gloves covered her delicate fingers.

Brushing away long black hair that hung loose about her shoulders, her dark eyes settled on an inn that looked promising. She'd seen several men with weapons walk in there a few moments before. The True Dragon was looking for someone a little more... lively to kill than the last few she'd done in. Their pleas for their lives were music to her ears, however she wanted someone who was going to fight her for their life, not simply cower in front of her. Those kinds of screams were something to look forward to. Her lips parted and she smiled evilly as she sauntered up to the door and gently pushed it open to allow herself in.

Sweeping her gaze around the room, Vier spotted a man whom looked highly promising. She'd never seen someone like him before. He was much taller than any man she'd known, and his body was filled out very nicely. Taking a moment to gaze at him, she calculated how much of a fight he would bring her should she play her cards right. Reaching up to her leather jerkin, she curled one finger under the leather strings and pulled, allowing it to loosen a little more. She pulled her hair over one shoulder and moved gracefully through the room towards the man.

It was nearing noontime, and the bar would soon be filled with patrons looking for their afternoon meal before going back to whatever work they had to do. However, for the meantime, it was mostly empty as she walked through. Vier was only partially grateful for it's being empty. Making a scene in a tavern was one thing, but when there were many people around it could have been fun. It would have given her more reason to kill more than just one man.

Slowly, Vier walked up to the man seated at the table near the fireplace that was long since dead. With one hand on her hip, she rested her weight on one leg and smiled down at him, "Alone are we?" She asked slowly, letting her rich voice penetrate the air. The sultry tone unmistakable as she stood there. Leaning over, she reached out one hand and slid it from his chest up to his shoulder before positioning herself right over his lap whether he wanted her there or not. Her other hand reached behind her back and her fingers curled around the small throwing knife tucked away on the underside of her belt.

"Mind having a woman for some company?" She continued, layering her voice and lowering her eyes to look him up and down in a seductive fashion. All the while, her other hand worked the little knife free from it's holder and into her hand. Vier pulled herself up closer to him using every muscle in her own body to steady herself on him and keep his attention on her body rather than her hands.

She leaned forward then as the knife came free finally and she whispered to him, "How about entertaining me for a while, yes?" Her tone changed then and as it did her hand came forward under cover of her leaning body to strike him across his chest. She wasn't trying to kill him, not yet. Vier wanted to toy with him first, a terrible habit really. Playing with her food before eating it so to speak. She couldn't help it though, and her lips pulled into a bigger, wicked grin as she attacked him.

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Jennifer maintained a cheerful disposition as they worked their way through the introductions, apparently unaffected by clears signs of suffering around her. Locien turned out to be exactly the type of man she’d anticipated, a gaunt, no-nonsense stifler. She licked her lips at the prospect of torturing him, of peeling off his layers of confidence and laying it all to bear, though she doubted she’d find the opportunity. Instead she simply took to standing casually behind Talon like an idle hunter, her form fitting white blouse and black trousers decorated by a sharp smile which served only to attenuate the severity of the situation. "I've heard of your father, boy. Good man, good assassin. Seeker be with you, from one Clan of Assassins to another. I am Locien Kestal of the Kestal Clan and this, is Lieutenant Rania Birviel of the House of Birviel, you two have a lot in common, if you're the last of your line boy.”

Her eyes followed the gesture until they fell upon a Rania and the white dragon behind her. Like the rest of her elven kind, Rania held and air of nobility and elegance hard to find in other races, but even amongst the elves Jennifer had seen, Rania seemed like an exception. Despite the presence of her armour, Rania's silky smooth skin crowned under a visage of long, perfectly golden hair suggested a relatively sheltered way of life. "No, you're not the first dark elf that I've seen Locien. I find your kind more appealing to work with," Talon reciprocated his support after the introductions. Jennifer raised an eyebrow towards the assassin then, wondering if the young man had realised the potential insult laced at the end of his sentence.

"I don't have any questions other than how my..." Talon paused warily in reference to Jennifer, flashing her an anxious look from over his shoulder. The lithe mage seemed to simply grin in delight, likely imagining his discomfort from being forced to work with her. Talon continued shortly, his sense of duty no doubt compelling him to move forwards regardless of whatever obstacles lay in his path, "Companion and I can assist you in your endeavour to capture one of these mages. I'd very much like to learn as much about them as possible, just as you do. They destroyed Skyfall and Crystacia. They're obviously powerful in that fact. We need to find out who their leader is and start working towards catching him to stop this rebellion as quickly as possible before full out war engulfs the land."

Jennifer coughed at his naivety, her coy grin returning to taunt the assassin. Her arms fell to her sides as she shrugged in a manner resembling hopeless denial, “And I suppose everything will fall neatly into your lap after we capture them?” her smirk turned to address Talon specifically, as though calling him out on his bluff. She almost seemed like she was just taunting him for the sake of it. “And I guess the rest of the rebels will just drop and surrender afterwards too. Boy, it sure is a wonder how your armies ever lost with that attitude,” she frowned, sarcasm icing her tone.

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"Azzy, you weren't at the throne room when Locien came, he saved me. For that I see no reason not to trust him other then his race, which im starting to think is rather selfish of me. Besides, his Dragon also brought you back as well." Rania said to her dragon inside her mind whilst she listened to the comments of the human newcomers, the female human that accompanied Talon just made a few sarcastic remarks about how the rebels might fall to their knees after the capture of one of their own.

Rania seemed like making an angry yell of protest about the insult made on Crystacia's army when she heard Locien chuckle. "You don't think this is my first battle do you Miss?" he asked before twitching his pointed ears again. "I've been wandering, and fighting people wherever I go for almost thirty years. Fighting for the sake of innocent lives is my goal for this battle here. Oh yes I expect to get at least one of these idiots alive, but I don't expect the rest of them to fall to their knees like cattle, they'll fight until they die fighting." As he was talking his tone was calm and calculating. Rania almost felt some form of chill running down her spine from him talking about the meaning of battle and bloodshed.

"After they die though, their fates in the afterlife are not going to be pretty, and do you know what I'm going to do to the one I want alive after I'm done with him?" Locien asked in his own sarcastic voice. "I'm going to cut open his stomach and pull out his insides and make him watch as my dragon feasts on it. That is what I will do to recompense the horrible crime that has been committed here."

Locien pinched the bridge of his nose before breathing in sharply. "Sorry about that. My anger doesn't show up that easily." The sound of Zoron's landing on the ground stopped him from speaking any further. His dragon poked his claws in to reveal that he has held onto a struggling Black Mage. "Well well, You got a live one, thank you Zoron. Have the guards tie the fella up and brought to me in the Barracks Dungeon. Will you join me Lord V'lyn? Im sure you can help me with prying some answers out of this one."

"I want to come too!" Rania blurted out whilst trying to move but she decided against it as she stroked Azmirian's head.

"No stay here Lady Birviel, while Im busy you direct the troops to get rid of the other stragglers." With that reply Locien started walking towards the barracks dungeon, "I won't be gone long. Let me know when My pen and two pieces of paper show up!"

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“And I suppose everything will fall neatly into your lap after we capture them? And I guess the rest of the rebels will just drop and surrender afterwards too. Boy, it sure is a wonder how your armies ever lost with that attitude,” Talon whirled around to glare at her. Did she have any manners at all? Before he could yell at her and properly scold her in her actions, he heard Locien's deep voice chuckle slightly as he replied to her calmly. Turning he looked back at the dark elf as he described how he was going to treat said prisoner once he'd gotten all the information he could from the man. To which, Talon raised an eyebrow and felt a sick twist in his stomach.

It was probably because his guild was the only guild (and the largest) to train their men to be merciful when killing. There was no torture involved, there was no love for killing taught to them as they each went through their training. Even for those that sought revenge were trained to kill in a single strike. Dragging out the death was looked down upon, at least in his guild. Though, Talon knew of many other guilds that reveled in the pain of others and their killing was much more merciless than any others. He was starting to think that his way of thinking was going to change before the end of everything. It was slightly terrifying to think that, but he had a dreadful feeling that it was going to happen no matter what.

Then a large dragon peeked his claw into the barracks to show a writhing mage in his grip. Locien's voice was highly pleased as he ordered his dragon to take the rebel to the guards and have them tie him up and taken to the dungeons.

Will you join me Lord V'lyn? Im sure you can help me with prying some answers out of this one," the dark elf said as he turned to Talon.

"Yes, I will accompany you," he glanced back at Jennifer not entirely sure he wanted her to come with as well, but knew that she probably would anyway. Her smile and mirth not lost to him in any way. He had a feeling that she truly enjoyed others pain and it made his chest tighten at the thought. Was she really a good ally to have around, he wondered? Was she even an ally? The thoughts plagued him as he turned and followed Locien to the dungeons.

Once down in the darkness, Talon laid eyes on the mage who was tied and seated on a stool in the center of the dark cell. The mage's hood was up over his face as he sat there, unmoving. The assassin glanced to the two guards in the room before returning his attention the man in black. Once they entered the cell, the mage shifted, his hooded face moving up as if to look at Talon.

"So, V'lyn's son still lives eh?"

Talon frowned, "What of it?"

The man chuckled softly and didn't answer. Lifting an eyebrow in irritation, Talon crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back as he stared at the cloaked rebel before speaking, "Who sent you to Crystacia?"

"Ever consider why it was so easy to capture one of the True Dragons?"

His jaw tightened as he glared at the man sitting before him. Taking a step forward he uncrossed his arms as he tried again, "Who sent you? What is the point of destroying a neutral city?"

"Didn't it cross your mind that perhaps I allowed you to capture me?"

Losing his temper, he withdrew his dagger and took hold of the man's shoulder, bringing the knife right up to his throat and leaning down to growl in his ear, "Start talking or I'll start cutting."

Talon! Be careful! Vy warned suddenly.

The mage leaned forward, pressing his throat against the sharp knife and drawing a thin line of crimson, "You know the saying that mages need their hands to cast spells?"

Talon frown and pushed the man back in an attempt to get him off his blade. The True Dragon lifted his head then, letting the burning torches light the bottom half of his face and the assassin could just barely make out the glint of the man's eyes as he looked right up at Talon. A smile pulled back the rebels lips as he pushed against Talon's hold.

"It's false."

His blue-grey eyes widened slightly as he realized what the man was talking about but he was too late to realize it. The room electrified with the feel of magic and the guards standing behind the mage were tossed backwards into the stone walls. Their heavy armor going against them as they collided with the stone and crumpled to the ground. The mage never broke eye contact from Talon even as he fell to the floor clutching his chest as whatever magic pounded through him causing a fiery explosion to immobilize him completely on the floor.

The power pulsed and threw anyone else close enough to it aside as the mage stood up. Fire burned the ropes holding him and he dropped down next to Talon, rolling him onto his back to grin down at the assassin.

"The True Dragons' have but one purpose. Raise the one and true God, rewrite this land from the ground up and bring about a new beginning. Domieen will lead us to that bright and glorious future. And that, little assassin," the mage tapped Talons chest sending a blinding wave of pain through him, "is all you need to know."

Then the True Dragon stood and in a swirl of black magic, disappeared from the dungeon cell entirely, his magic leaving as well. Talon fell straight then as he'd been arched forward from the man's assault, and coughed as air slowly refilled his lungs. He kept his eyes shut as he heaved air in and out of his chest, one hand still clenched tightly over his heart as he could still feel the pain, the other resting at his side.

"Damn... mages," he sputtered, "Why... does it have... to be mages?"

Are you alright? Vy asked, his voice short just like his companions.

Yes, and you?

I shall live, my little assassin. My body is much bigger than yours, the pain is not much to handle for me.

Well, we got one piece of information. Domieen is the man leading them.

Wrong. We have two pieces of valuable information. I think your father's key is going to come in handy now.

Talon arched an eyebrow as he took a deep, steadying breath and reached into his clothes to pull out the gold key. He gazed at it as he lay there, unsure of what it went to. After a moment he cast his gaze to the others.

"If you both are alright, then we need to head back to Skyfall. My father left something there for me to see. We'll be needing this," he held the key up for them both to see for a moment before letting his hand fall back to his chest. "Damnit," he muttered with a groan. He seriously hated mages.

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Locien felt the shock of the would be interrogator's attack as he momentarily hit his head on a wall and was stunned for several minutes. Locien was about to get up when his mind flashed back to how feeble and powerless he was thirty years ago. "That one day, before my eighteenth. I failed to protect her in her time of need when he betrayed the entire alliance." he thought to himself.

"What happened to Vera was not your fault Locien." He heard an all too familiar voice in his head. "That's why I sent you that vision of her a few hours ago, to remember that it wasn't your fault that-."

"That the bloody traitor sent her to the spirit realm with a sword in her heart?!" Locien retorted angrily at his deity. He started to not like where the conversation was going for him. "You keep punishing me with her visiting me night after night when I don't do your instructions correctly! It's lucky enough Lord Ildhrenion has a son who WILL succeed him in the seat of the Alliance. But for some reason, my father's contract STILL stands. Answer me why that is Seeker!"

"Locien, how can I answer you, when you already do know the answer? She forgives you Locien. But the question is...how far will you keep running from your own forgiveness?"

Locien was about to answer that when his dragon butted in the conversation to check up on him. "Zoron, next time you catch one of those dudes, burn his ass off first." he told his emerald dragon. He then turned to Talon when he started talking. "Skyfall eh? Well you need to recuperate, again before you make any plans to go back to that bloody place, cause I still need to make sure that Crystacia can stand on it's own before I go on another journey." He said with some wincing as he rubbed his head. "These magi don't mess around, I'm sure Miss Warlock here won't fare any better against em."

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Rania sighed as she contemplated on who would probably take the throne in Queen Fae's place now that she was gone. The question burned in her mind as she stroked Azmirian's head more. She sighed knowing it was probably too much for her to worry about for now. It'll come when it'll come.

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Jennifer’s body leaned towards Talon as he whirled around to reprimand her, that signature grin of mockery plastered over her face as always. Locien’s dark rumble of a chuckle gave her pause as it interrupted them then, causing her eyes to flicker up towards the elf. "You don't think this is my first battle do you Miss?” Locien asked, a condescending tone creeping into his words. Jennifer rolled her eyes at him, her sharp, cruel smile turning fully to address the dark elf now. She’d heard this expression so many times that his words were almost a muffled buzz to her ears as he spoke them. ”I've been wandering, and fighting people wherever I go for almost thirty years. Fighting for the sake of innocent lives is my goal for this battle here. Oh yes I expect to get at least one of these idiots alive, but I don't expect the rest of them to fall to their knees like cattle, they'll fight until they die fighting. After they die though, their fates in the afterlife are not going to be pretty, and do you know what I'm going to do to the one I want alive after I'm done with him?" Locien posed his last question rhetorically, “I'm going to cut open his stomach and pull out his insides and make him watch as my dragon feasts on it. That is what I will do to recompense the horrible crime that has been committed here.”

Jennifer’s only reply was to snort contemptuously in the face of the dark elf, as if daring him to make good on his threat. She seemed jaded even, her eyes briefly wandering into the depths of the barracks before falling back to Locien and regarding him with ill-mannered boredom. That naivety was exactly why she loathed people like Locien, to her there were far more interesting ways to torture someone. Though naive also, Talon was a different. He wouldn’t prolong the pain so long as he could help it, but that noble ideal was exactly why she could take pleasure in testing him. She caught the assassin's anxious look back at her as he responded to Locien, a look which cracked a grin over her cheeks, "Yes, I will accompany you," Talon confirmed.

She leapt up nonchalantly, taking slow casual strides behind the assassin until they were led into the torture room. Like a typical interrogation, seated in the middle of the empty stretch of space like a main attraction was their apparent prisoner, a hooded mage. Jennifer found her way to the back of the room and supported her spine up against the thick masonry. Of course her main reason for joining them wasn’t to gain information, it wasn’t even to torture the mage as much as that would’ve amused her. Jennifer was simply there to observe Talon’s behaviour. She watched him carefully as the young man stepped towards the mage, her excitement growing the moment the hooded man initiated conversation. The crowning point arrived as Talon’s fist took hold of the man’s shoulders, a knife suddenly appearing in his hands as Talon held the tip of the blade precariously against man’s neck. Vaguely reminded of the time he’d lunged at her, her own fingers worked their way over the lines of her throat before rubbing the skin of her neck.

She blacked out abruptly and only came to when she felt the cold, damp sensation of the floor all across her body. Her slender frame trembled from the aftershock of the mage’s fire blast but she was otherwise unharmed as she stood up with a shake of her head.

"If you both are alright, then we need to head back to Skyfall. My father left something there for me to see. We'll be needing this,"

Talon’s voice diverted her attention to the sparkling key he held in his hands before he visibly cursed. Her eyes narrowed as she barely suppressed her own groan at the prospect of flying, turning the harsh sigh into a meagre whimper.

"These magi don't mess around, I'm sure Miss Warlock here won't fare any better against em," Locien added.

“That’s rather perceptive of you Locien, I don’t recall having done anything in front of you which could be warranted as warlock activity, how do you know I can even use magic?” she said, smirking coyly towards him. She strode over to Talon then and innocently wrapped her arms around him, her own hands falling gently over the arm clutching his chest as she latched her curvaceous body onto his, “And that’s why I have Talon here to protect me. My own dark knight, surely I can trust such a gracious person to prevent harm from befalling me,” she winked up at him, eyes sparkling with mischief.

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“That’s rather perceptive of you Locien, I don’t recall having done anything in front of you which could be warranted as warlock activity, how do you know I can even use magic? And that’s why I have Talon here to protect me. My own dark knight, surely I can trust such gracious person to prevent harm from befalling me,” her words didn't affect him as much as her proximity. Obviously the woman knew how to use her body to her advantage and she did as such just then. Locking onto him, she curled her body against his, forming closely to him and closing any gaps between them.

His heart jumped into a race, his face burned painfully and all he could manage was a stuttering soft sound as she pressed against him. His eyes were wide as he looked down at her in utter shock. Talon didn't know what to do, his stomach twisted into knots that were sure to never come undone even if she were to let him go. Never had a woman come so close to him before, let alone latch onto him. Oddly enough, her form fit against his almost perfectly, a little too perfectly. The hand clenched over his chest tightened as she slid her hands over his. Every muscle tightened in his body unable to comprehend exactly what had just happened.

"I-You- Dark knight?" he managed after a moment, raising an eyebrow at her in confusion. Did she really just refer to him in that way? "Of course I'll protect you," he stuttered without thinking, "Wait.. why are you so close," he continued unable to control himself. In a final attempt to regain his dignity, he managed to push her off him, losing her warmth in the process. Damn woman, he thought to himself. Slowly he got to his feet and brushed off the dirt that had accumulated across his body.

"You're too damned smart for your own good," he muttered to no one in general but he was talking about Jennifer. Only after he got up off the floor did Locien's earlier words ring any understanding to him.

"Skyfall eh? Well you need to recuperate, again before you make any plans to go back to that bloody place, cause I still need to make sure that Crystacia can stand on it's own before I go on another journey."

Turning to the dark elf after giving Jennifer a sour glare, he told the man, "I'm fine. I'm not incapacitated and I can still fight. I-" he glanced to the girl before giving a soft sigh and rolling his eyes, still fighting the burning blush across his cheeks, "We, can help you secure the city."

Perhaps she can teach you how to better handle yourself in the face of another mage, Vy offered.

You're not helping in the least. The only thing she knows how to do is anger and frustrate me.

Add onto that list 'disorient and embarrass'.

Talon ignored that last part as he put the key back into his clothes and crossed his arms over his chest. The lingering feel of her body crushed against his sent chills down his spine as well as leaving his skin tingling. There was a small part of him that would have enjoyed feeling her against him again, but that was quickly shut out by thoughts of her unnerving attitude.

"Tell us where to start," Talon said quickly, trying to keep his mind focused.

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Jennifer could feel Talon’s every muscle tightening as her body rubbed up against his, absorbing the warmth from his own well constructed frame. His stuttering turned her gaze into his wide eyes of surprise, causing a ripple of chuckles to simmer inside of her, prickling her throat with the threat of laughter. The cruelty of his discomfort was lost on her, no notions, not even a single shred of sympathy or remorse even bounced against the surface of her unfathomable sea of twisted thoughts. She marvelled inwardly as the simplicity of it all, her fingers drawing invisible circles against the back of his hands as though she were manipulating everything, from his actions to the words which followed, it was all so easy it almost made her want to cry. She pressed in closer, her smile wide and eyes evocative like a predator until she forced him to speak, his first question vocalised in a series of comically broken stammers, "I-You- Dark knight? Of course I'll protect you, Talon returned, confusion and embarrassment swelling between his features as the audacity of his position struggled to reach his senses. As the assassin raised an eyebrow in his bewilderment, Jennifer couldn’t help but notice the exposed scar across his left eye being pulled clean across his leathery features with the simple motion.

“Wait.. why are you so close?" he managed eventually, his composure returning from the dead. She felt his arms shifting into an irresistible force as he started to push her away from him in an attempt to reinforce his position. Doing nothing to oppose him, she allowed herself to step away cleanly without the need of his strength, grinning brightly as she circled his dark figure like an obedient pet. Talon stood himself straight before dusting away the dirt on his clothes, "You're too damned smart for your own good."

“Thank you, it’s about time you appreciated that,” she cackled harshly, finally relieving some of her built up laughter. His only response was to glare at her bitterly, his dark eyes offering the hooded expression a sinister aura of its own before he turned to address Locien once more. "I'm fine. I'm not incapacitated and I can still fight. I-We, can help you secure the city. Tell us where to start.”

Jennifer sighed gloomily. On one hand they wouldn’t be flying anytime soon, a positive in her mind. On the other hand it seemed inevitable that she was going to be pulled into helping Talon assist the elves. Her lips curled into a pout then as she shifted her gaze back to Talon, “I think you’re forgetting our agreement honey. I can help you with your magic and fighting, but a pointless goose chase and this city’s security isn’t my concern.”

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Locien rolled his eyes as Jennifer innocently wrapped her arms around Talon, making him blush beyond a degree of belief. Then his mouth turned into a conflicted and pained frown as he softly said to himself, "Vera." before he cleared his throat and regained his composure. "Don't worry about where to start Talon. Just tell your dragon to search the city walls for any surviving Magi and burn them. I'll direct my dragon to do the same."

Locien sighed with a small twinge of sorrow laced into it as he walked back to the same room he left Rania Birviel in as he was hearing her talking to her white dragon. He paused for a moment to listen to her. "Alright Azy. Just don't let me catch you with something poking out of you or no extra salt pork in your feed okay?" Rania told her dragon before laying her head back on the bed she was set on.

Locien saw a guard with a pen and two papers approaching him as he started to walk toward her as he took the items and started writing on one immediately when he reached the desk like area where he used the mirror last time. He wrote first to Lord Ildhrenion of the Tok Nowe alliance, telling him of the attack and his involvement. This he finished without delay, before moving onto the second letter, whom he addressed to the head of the Kestal Clan.

"Whose the second letter for Locien?" Rania asked with curiosity in her voice. Locien looked at her with a regretful smile as he wrote down how much he needed his father's wisdom on what the cult is after and about the name True Dragons.

"The head of the Kestal Clan, Lord Maelthra, My father. one of the founding Members of the Tok'Nowe alliance. I need his wisdom on this cult of magi business." Locien stated as he finished the letter as he finished writing with the final words saying, Your Son, Locien. PS, If you have any Icefire Ale, bring some with the relief effort, I miss the taste."

Locien then whistled out to the window as a brown hawk landed on the windowsill. He tied the letters onto it and whispered instructions before allowing it to take flight.

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“I think you’re forgetting our agreement honey. I can help you with your magic and fighting, but a pointless goose chase and this city’s security isn’t my concern,” Jennifer stated simply to which Talon rolled his eyes and ground his teeth.

"Then stay here," he growled in response. He was still trying to get the feeling of her body off his mind and skin. The tingling sensation was making him crazy and he couldn't think properly.

"Don't worry about where to start Talon. Just tell your dragon to search the city walls for any surviving Magi and burn them. I'll direct my dragon to do the same," Locien pulled his thoughts forward, giving him something to think on. Silently the assassin thanked the dark elf for the distraction.

Vy, scout out any lingering mages. Kill them.

With pleasure, Vy's voice rumbled through him, the sound sending chills down his spine. The dragon was slightly frightening at times, more so than Talon. He felt the great beast take off into the sky, and the after shock of his large body soon reached the underground cells. He followed Locien up out of the dungeons and made his way from the barracks to the city. He wasn't paying attention to see if Jennifer was following him or not, all he wanted was something to do to keep his mind off her very annoying habits.

Down the street he went, using the shadows to his advantage. Riena's power guiding him as the darkness literally curled around his form. Anyone watching would have sworn that the shadows were an extension of his being the way they tightened around his body and almost seemed to pull him in. He didn't see anyone in the streets, most were either locked up in their homes or long since gone. He did, however, see plenty of bodies littering the ground and fires that hadn't been put out yet. Talon's gaze swept the area in front of him, taking in everything. His footfalls were silent against the cobblestones as he moved, so when he came upon two black cloaked mages, he stopped and they never heard him.

Slowly he pulled from his clothes a knife in each hand. In a single flick of his wrists, he sent the blades flying at them. Each one hit their mark, felling both mages before they knew what hit them. Walking up to the dead men, he removed each knife from the base of their necks where he'd hit them. Tucking away the weapons, Talon moved on. If he could keep this up, sneaking up on his targets without them noticing him, he would be just fine against a mage. However, if he stumbled upon one that was much more alert, things could get... complicated.

Talon had such luck, though, and after killing three more of the black rebels, he finally found one who was much more versed in their surroundings than the others. Their back was turned to the assassin as he came around the corner of an alley having killed his last True Dragon. Pulling his arm back slightly, the flick of his hand sent the knife handle over tip to the black cloaked mage. Just before the blade could bury itself in the base of their neck like all the others, the weapon stopped, hovering in the air for a few seconds before falling. Talon cursed softly to himself and quickly stepped backwards into the alleyway where the shadows surrounded him.

The woman turned around and pulled the hood off her face to look around her. Then her lips pulled into a smile as her unnaturally dark eyes landed right on him. Raising her hand, she curled her fingers and Talon felt as if fingers had curled all around his body. Yanked forward he was helpless to stop himself from falling to the ground at her feet. Kneeling down, she took a handful of his hair and lifted his head to look at him.

"That was a nice trick, assassin, but it doesn't work on all of us," she cooed at him.

Reaching up, he gripped her hand tightly and freed himself from her hold. Quickly getting to his feet, he drew his sword and readied himself for a long fight against her. Her hands reached up, one crossing over her chest and the other resting on her lips as she gazed at him. Her smile reminded him of Jennifer's in a way, the cruel look in her eyes and the obvious enjoyment she had at his frustration. His lips pulled further into a frown as his eyes narrowed. With a laugh, the woman disappeared, startling him. A sharp sting across his shoulder blade told him she was behind him. Whirling around he brought his sword at her, knocking away the blade that she had in her hands. All the while her smile never faded.

The True Dragon backed away from him, twisting the blade in her fingers that he'd managed to push away from him. Then she disappeared again and Talon whirled around immediately. This time his sword caught her dagger, steel scrapping across steel to fill the air with the screaming sound. He pushed at her, sending her stumbling backwards. It did nothing to stall her for she disappeared again and as he twirled around, he felt the sting of the blade across the middle of his back this time. Cursing once again, he turned and slashed at her. The anger which drove his blade managed to catch her across her face as she just barely had time to reel backwards. The smile turned into a sneer as she reached up and touched her face with a gloved hand.

Then she smiled again, her eyes glittering with glee, "I do enjoy that look. How does it feel to fight against one who is so," she disappeared and reappeared before him, "unpredictable?"

Instead of the sharp stab of steel as his blade looked for something to deflect, she grabbed his weapon full on and sent a wave of magic up through the steel, numbing his arm. Talon reeled backwards, clutching his arm tightly and leaving his sword with her.

"I'm getting used to it," he ground back in irritation.

"How interesting," she replied as she looked his weapon over. After a moment, she flicked her black eyes at him then simply dropped his sword, "Well then, enjoy what little life you have left," the rebel replied and disappeared. Talon whirled around to look for her, expecting her to come at him from some angle, but she never did. With a sigh he went and retrieved his weapon.

Do try to be careful, Talon.

Yeah, I'll keep that in mind, he replied with a slight roll of his eyes. Sheathing the weapon, he went back to searching. It shouldn't be too much longer to secure the city. With both dragons out dispatching what was left, Talon was sure they could leave for Skyfall soon enough.

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"Then stay here," Talon snapped, a low growl which tingled her spine with fear and excitement, causing her hands to cross over and rub across her biceps.

Jennifer’s conceited smirk tugged apart her lips, scarring her appealing face with the crude expression, “Tootles then my little knight. Have fun with the rebels and try not to miss me while I’m gone.” Her shrill laughter mocked him as it echoed down the corridors after her before Jennifer’s lithe figure vanished completely from view.




Jennifer’s back sat snugly against the concave support of the wooden seat, the back two legs of the chair barely creaking under the pressure of her weight as though she was as light as a feather. Passing the time by eating at one of the few remaining food stands she’d found in the barracks, Jennifer leaned back at an alarmingly precarious angle, taking in the scenery around her. She was alone, exposed, even as she sat under the ruined sky, the collar of her blouse suggestively pulled open to reveal her skin. The aftermath of a war could be described as frightening by some. The usual tranquillity broken ceaselessly by the distant wails of the injured and dieing, their cries sharp pitches issued like instruments of constant pain and agony. Ominous black smoke still rose from buildings all around them, staining the otherwise perfect blue sky. Reminded briefly of Skyfall, Jennifer closed her eyes, taking in the beautiful symphony to her ears and smiling.

“What else will you show me rebels, I’m eager to find out,” she whispered before opening her eyes to the city again.

Jennifer's sights were immediately assaulted by short dark hair and an angular, sharp looking face she was all too familiar with. Jennifer’s body became frozen like a statue, a thrilling sensation of dread sinking into her heart all too tightly and forcing her hand to clutch at her chest. Her smile only broadened as she shifted her eyes up casually to address the man, her dark gaze locking onto his.

“You’re as arrogant as ever brother. Appearing before me in such a fashion, you must be confident you can take me in this time,” Jennifer taunted, still leaning against the back of her chair, “Unfortunately for you, I have important business to attend to,” she frowned, faking her disappointment with a robotic shrug.

“Don’t play dumb with me you stupid whore,” the man retorted, his hand lashing out in a blur and took her collar in an iron grip. Pulled from her seat, her wooden chair cluttered against the floor as Jennifer was lifted several feet off the ground, her legs dangling mid-air. “Your crimes and failures will be repaid in full Jennifer. You can’t outrun us all, and you certainly cannot outrun my justice.”

Jennifer’s laughter, full and issued directly in the man’s face was unnervingly cheerful. Her body jerked under the motion of each hissing fit as she wiped a tear from her eye, “You’re much too serious about this little brother. Where’s your sense of humour? It’s been so long since we last talked to each other, smile a little!” Jennifer returned. She spread her arms out in an open gesture to the chaotic state of affairs around them, “Look at this place, isn’t it ironic? The rest of the world falls to ruins and here you come, all the way from Ro’ell, just for little ol’ me. Doesn’t that sound a little bit silly even to you?”

The man was silent as he continued to simply gaze at her, seemingly immune to her taunts. As his thin lips finally opened to speak, each word was uttered like a simple statement, as though his voice spoke with the authority of the world, “Saviour the time you have remaining sister, we come for you now.”

Her brother's illusion vanished abruptly, leaving Jennifer in exactly the same position she’d sat in previously in front of the food stand. She blinked her eyes like she’d woken from a dream before raising a palm over her face, hiding the malicious grin which forced its way to the surface. “How unfortunate indeed.”

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

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

What's the matter, Talon?

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

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

No, we need to go back.

Talon, Vy's voice was thick with exasperation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




"Am I a monster?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What is it?

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

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

I know.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Talon V'lyn

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Jennifer’s small frame lurched back reflexively under the larger shadow of Talon, startled by his sudden movement. She felt an iron grip as Talon’s hands clasped around her wrist and yanked her closer to his dead pan expression, his gray eyes sparkling with a hardness that suggested he considered her antics as nothing but vile. A slow smiled spread over her red lips as she locked her eyes onto his in response, her expression reeking of cruelty, snideness and daring all at once. He was obviously getting used to her behaviour by now.

"Don't tempt me," Talon warned as if threatening could work on someone like Jennifer. If only threatening could work. She glanced idly down as his hand, noticing the barely contained fury causing his arms to tremble imperceptibly with restraint then gave him a look of delight. “You should know by now that saying such things hardly works on someone like me,” she returned smoothly, leaning in closer until their noses barely touched and his raven black hair filled her vision. Something distracted the assassin abruptly, like the irritation caused by a fly landing on you, causing Talon to shift his gaze back to Locien.

“We're leaving, Vy is ready."

Jennifer balked slightly, realising the implications of his statement all too well. The prospect of more flying seemed to drain the blood from her cheeks, making her creamy features seem paler than usual as Talon dragged her out of the room and back into the courtyard. The cold breeze brushed past her face as they exited the barracks, making her shiver involuntarily from the rapid drop of air temperature. She clicked her fingers as they walked, creating a dark woollen jacket over her shoulders. Talon’s dragon landed ahead of them, its entrance heralded by the soft thump of leathery members flapping to a halt. The dragon’s silvery hide gleamed magnificently even under the moonlight, reflecting the scenery of the starry night sky over its scales almost. Jennifer felt the forceful grip over her wrist loosen finally and cracked a frown on her face as Talon went for his seat.

“That’s an interesting way of showing gratitude to someone who went out of their way to heal and massage you,” she slurred, rubbing the skin of her wrists like it was sore. Even seconds after he’d let go, the sensation of Talon’s powerful hold seemed to remain with her, “They must teach you some controversial things in assassin school. Just so you know though, I absolutely abhor flying,” she grinned, reaching for his hand.

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

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

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

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

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

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“That’s an interesting way of showing gratitude to someone who went out of their way to heal and massage you. They must teach you some controversial things in assassin school. Just so you know though, I absolutely abhor flying,” Jennifer said to him as he reached out to her. She took his hand and he brought her up right behind him in a single pull. He rolled his eyes as he situated himself with her behind him.

"I would show you gratitude if you had a different attitude towards things. Seems to me you just enjoy pissing me off," Talon retorted sourly. His hand tightened around hers, holding it against his stomach. Vy lurched forward, taking off into the sky at a jostling speed. Immediately he could feel Jennifer's body crush against him and her other hand tighten around his waist. He allowed himself a slight feeling of satisfaction at her own misery to flight. She obviously didn't enjoy it at all. Talon wondered if she'd never had a dragon before, but he didn't wish to ask as it wasn't his business. Beside's, he figured that she would only avoid the subject just as she did most everything. The sly woman would figure a way to turn it around on him.

You're learning, Vy said.

Whatever.

I think it's good training.

The assassin rolled his eyes as they flew. He didn't think anything about this woman was 'good', only irritating and a serious test to his control otherwise. It was a few hours of flight before they arrived in Skyfall. The city was nothing but ruin as they circled around it, the fires long since gone, but the rubble and stench of death still lingering. Vy landed in the courtyard outside of the guild and Talon dismounted gracefully. He landed on one knee, one hand bracing himself as he looked around cautiously. It was nightfall, and the cold air was sliding through the city bringing a sense of solitude. However, Talon felt as if it were too quite in the city and he couldn't help but feel as if they were being watched from every corner of darkness.

Slowly he stood up and turned to assist Jennifer down off of Vy's back. He bit back a satisfied smile at her obvious nausea from the flight, her already pale features even whiter. It looked as if she'd seen a ghost, or was simply drained of all her blood. Once she was down, Talon turned back to the guild and started towards the building. He didn't know what his father's key went to, but he was determined to find it. As he entered the building he looked down at the body of the assassin leader for a mere second before looking away. He hadn't had time to bury his father, and even still, there was no time.

"Look for something that needs a key this size," Talon said to Jennifer softly, pulling the golden key from his clothes and showing it to her. He nodded his head to the second level, "I'll be up there," then he paused and turned to look down at her smaller form, "Be careful, not all of the True Dragon's might have left already," he said softly then started up the stairs.

I think the one who should be careful is you, Vy said softly.

You're enjoying this too much.

Not at all, I'm being serious, my little assassin.

Talon ignored him once more, his eyebrow twitching from the nickname. He made the landing and started towards the first room in his search for whatever his father had hidden.

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"I would show you gratitude if you had a different attitude towards things. Seems to me you just enjoy pissing me off,"

Jennifer gave a treacherous smile towards Talon’s angry reply as she pulled herself past him and onto his back, a sharp motion which radiated with nothing but the betrayal and hypocrisy if he ever cared to look. “So long as it helps you, why should the way in which I act matter?” she whispered into his ear as she settled herself down. Talon’s dragon lifted off once it had sensed they were comfortable, leaving Jennifer’s stomach scrambling behind in the dust as the set off to Skyfall. By the time they’d landed, Jennifer look half delirious from air sickness as her small hand clutched tightly at her stomach. Limply she stepped off the dragon, her first few steps dragging her feet in stray stumbles as the mage attempted to right herself within the courtyards. She caught the look off barely repressed vindication as Talon’s lips twitched upon assisted her down, his glowering eyes suggesting he was enjoying her suffering for a change.

“You’re more like me than you realise,” her thin laughs were like daggers behind his back as the dark assassin turned on his heel and briskly led them back into guild. Once inside, Talon gestured to her with a show of his key. The interior of the room was still largely similar to the way they’d left it yesterday, much to Jennifer’s incredulous surprise. With the amount of time that had elapsed, she would’ve expected looters and other such opportunists to have raided the place. Nonchalantly, she threw a glance in the general direction of Talon’s father, and then withdrew her corruptive black gaze to the young man. Though dark, the key’s golden surface still glinted as it caught miniscule flecks of light bouncing around the room. "Look for something that needs a key this size,” he asked her, causing her eyes to narrow at the design of the lock head. She raised an eyebrow and frowned towards Talon’s scarred cheek in a despondent fashion. For an assassin, such detailed distinction may have been easy, but she was a mage, albeit an illusionist, if she needed an opening she’d simply make her own. After waiting several short seconds he nodded his chin in the direction of the staircase.

"I'll be up there, be careful, not all of the True Dragon's might have left already,

“You dislike my attitude, yet you care for my safety. Remind me again which is the one of us who keeps losing to these rebels?” Jennifer’s chuckles taunted him incessantly as he slowly climbed the flight of stairs, the cruel hiss of her voice barely masked by a hand over her mouth, “Though, I really hate that chivalrous performance of yours likewise.”

Without further word, she slinked off into the darkness of the side rooms and began sifting through drawers, muttering curses every now and then.

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“You dislike my attitude, yet you care for my safety. Remind me again which is the one of us who keeps losing to these rebels?” Jennifer's voice followed him up the stairwell. He rolled his eyes and sighed heavily, an irritated growl burning at the back of his throat.

Remind me again why I'm putting up with her?

Because she's a mage and can help you fight against a mage.

Yeah, that's not outweighing the former.

Vy chuckled through their connection, I think you two are perfect.

Talon's face heated as he stopped mid stride from his dragon's words. The creature could barely keep his laughter to himself as Talon turned his head slowly and aimed his deadly glare towards where Vy was stationed outside the house. His heart leapt to the bottom of his throat as he stood there.

I can't believe you would say that, or even think that!

Hmm. You'll come around, was all Vy said to him in reply.

The assassin released the air in his lungs in a heavy 'woosh' and kept moving. Shaking his head, he muttered under his breath, "Damn woman. I swear... if the rebels don't kill me, she will..." His hands shifted through drawers as he looked through his fathers council room. Nothing there turned up and nothing certainly fit the key that the late Lord V'lyn had given him. Leaving the council room, he went into the room next to it and started from one end, working his way to the other.

Talon went through four more rooms like this, meticulously working from each corner to find what his father wanted him to get. The last room was the small library that Lord V'lyn kept and as Talon entered the room, he shifted his gaze across the shelving and small desks that used to be his study areas. For a moment he just gazed at it all in remembrance. Then he moved, starting once again from the door and working his way backwards. An hour later and his gaze settled on a keyhole at the back of the library that he didn't remember ever seeing. On the floor was a tapestry that had obviously been removed from the wall. No wonder he'd never seen the keyhole before.

Slowly reaching into his clothes, he pulled the key out and eyed both the key and the keyhole. They both certainly looked as if they matched. Talon turned and went to the door that was at the far end of the hall, the stairwell on the other end. He yelled out into the darkness for Jennifer's attention, knowing that she would hear him no matter where she was.

"Jennifer! Up stairs!"

Turning back, he walked to the area where he'd found the keyhole, his eyes on the golden key between his fingers. He halted in his steps however before reaching the wall where he was before. Putting the key away in his clothes, he quickly withdrew his daggers and sidled up against a shelving unit. Slowly, he peered around the corner and spotted what he figured was already there. Two cloaked figures facing where he was hiding. One raised their hand and the shelf rocked, then tipped dangerously towards him, forcing Talon to lung forward and roll to the other side of the room. As he went, he replaced one dagger and pulled out two throwing knives in one hand. Coming up from the roll, he threw the knives without hesitation.

One hit it's mark, the other was deflected and he cursed mages once more. The rebel that the knife hit stumbled from the impact and reached up with a curse to quickly remove the pesky weapon. As he was doing that, Talon rushed them. His dagger connected with another knife as the second rebel stepped forward to protect their comrade. A shock of magic threw him backwards into another shelf, knocking it over completely. He hit it with such a force that his breath was knocked from his lungs.

"Damn mages," he coughed out.

"The key, assassin," the one spoke, the voice marking her clearly, "Or I'll make your death as slow and painful as possible. Either way I'll get it."

Talon rolled off the shelving, stood up slowly and coughed. As he stood he gave her a small grin and wiped at his mouth, "No," he growled in response and lunged at her again. The woman raised her hand, her magic twisting around him and as the assassin got close to her, she closed her fist and turned. Talon felt as if hands had wrapped around his entire body and he was pulled forward and flung into the wall. The magic faded and he crumpled to the floor without a sound. The second rebel kicked him over onto his back and the female one dropped down over him.

"I'm going to have fun with you," she grinned down at him. Talon glared back up at her, then shifted just enough to move her and with his hand freed, he plunged the dagger into her thigh.

With a scream, she reeled backwards slightly before composing herself. A twisted snarl curled her lips as she gripped the weapon in her leg. Talon moved again and freed his other hand, intent on shoving this one through her chest. He made it part way, cutting into her clothes and just barely scrapping skin before she realized what he'd done. Then the blade stopped by the force of her magic and was taken from his hand. Weaponless, she leaned heavily against him, pushing one hand through his clothing to find his other weapons. As she did so, her power curled around him, locking every muscle in place so he couldn't move.

"Damn assassin, I'll rid you of your weapons then kill you with them," she growled, her fingers curling around the first of several throwing knives.

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"Jennifer! Up stairs!"

Jennifer’s ears flickered at the sound of Talon’s familiar voice, the pressing echoes of his call causing her head to spin out from the cabinet she’d been investigating. Sniffing in annoyance, she stepped out of the side room and made her way back into the hallway, glancing idly up at the hall his voice originated from. She stopped halfway as something heavy impacting against a shelf, sending numerous books pattering across the floor above her. Realising what was occurring, a sharp smile curved her lips as she made several slow, short strides to the staircase, evidently in no apparent rush to aid the assassin in his plight. Her fingers ran up the cold railings casually, drawing invisible patterns across the surface as she rose to the first floor, her dark gaze watching the library at the end of the hall menacingly. Jennifer made no effort to conceal herself as she appeared at the doorway to the library, her arm outstretched as magic vibrated the air around her.

"Damn assassin, I'll rid you of your weapons then kill you with them,"

“Fraternising with the enemy since you can’t beat them? If only you were as forward with me,” she interrupted rudely, eyeing Talon’s paralysed body with a coy grin.

The terror of her illusionary magic barely masked the psychotic smirk which split across her red lips as Jennifer made her entry. Eyes wide with adrenaline, the lithe mage stepped into the killing zone without further word, the books around them levitating magically off the shelves before growing teeth and claws. They burst into life suddenly and flew down at the two intruders, the unnerving noise of chattering jaws filling the room as diamond edged teeth snapped together furiously.

Jennifer wasn’t done though, numerous corpses which had previously lay rotting outside rushed past her. In a grizzly scene out of a horror play, blood and loose organs painted the ground behind them as they leapt forwards, screaming wordless profanities at the rebels as they attempted to fend off the books. Talon’s father was also among them, the sword which had impaled him now held firmly in his deathly pale hands as he lunged forwards. The corpse of Talon's deceased father swung his blade in a wide arc at the rebel sitting on top of the young assassin, the glistening steel carving a path towards the rebel’s heart.

Everything, the books and the zombies were all a giant ruse, one ultimately aimed at distracting the duo even if only for a moment, “Get up you pitiful thing,” Jennifer hissed, her tone cruel and mocking as she referred to the assassin, all the while plying her trade expertly, “I’m not going to babysit you all day.”

Jennifer’s next attack would be real though. Her other hand extended outwards amidst the chaos, creating icy spears around her before a flick of her fingers sent them hurtling towards the cloaked rebels. “World fracture.”

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“Fraternising with the enemy since you can’t beat them? If only you were as forward with me,” Jennifer's voice was both a welcome and an irritant. He felt his eye twitching just at the mere thought of what she'd suggested. At the same time he was thankful for her coming when she did. The rebel lifted herself off him and leveled a cruel smile towards the other mage. However, that smile didn't last long as the books in the room came to life and began gnawing on anything that was nearby.

The woman got up off him, stumbling around as she fought the books with one hand on the dagger in her thigh. The moment the True Dragon's attention was off of Talon, the magic faded and he could move again. He didn't waste anytime, even as the dead swarmed the room. He barely missed the swing of a bright sword that was aimed right at the woman's chest as he stood. Drawing his throwing knives, he retrieved his other dagger. All of this was done before Jennifer's voice reached him.

“Get up you pitiful thing, I’m not going to babysit you all day.”

He rolled his eyes and decided that wasn't the time to argue with her. Throwing the knives, he lunged forward anticipating the mage to knock away his little blades. She did so, and found herself with his dagger right in her chest as he slammed into her. Both hit the wall, one with a look of pure rage on his face, the other with a look of surprise as blood trickled from her lips down her chin and neck. He held her there for some time, the dagger in his hand twisting slightly causing her face to turn in agony.

"I'll hunt down everyone of you, and kill you all," he hissed to her, an unexplained anger fueling him. Finally he wrenched out his blade and let her drop, blood covering him as the blade pulled free. He stood there for a long time, taking deep breathes to calm himself. The second mage had fallen under the attack of books and the walking dead. Turning, he glanced over his shoulder to Jennifer before sheathing his dagger and retrieving all of his throwing knives.

"Babysit," he scoffed then pulled the key out of his clothes and unlocked the hidden compartment roughly, still simmering slightly. Inside was a single silver brace, and a piece of paper. Slowly, Talon took the paper and opened it, reading it's contents.

My Son, if you're reading this, then the time has come. Riena has put you on this path, she has guided you here and she will continue to guide you, no matter where your path takes you. Take the brace, it will help you. Lord V'lyn. Beware Barthlomel.

Raising an eyebrow, he looked to Jennifer for a moment before handing her the note. Reaching inside, he took the brace, pushed up the long sleeve of his attire that covered his hand completely, and put the silver brace on. However, the moment it touched his skin he felt a sharp pain race up his arm and through his body. He winced and clenched his teeth, but the pain persisted and grew until finally, he was wreathed in a soft glowing silver light and his body was bent backwards, lifted off the ground. His scream filled the entire building, all the while in his minds eye, images flashed by and a pulsing power filled him along with the pain.

Talon! It was Vy screaming for him, the dragon feeling everything as well.

What... is this?

Take it off!

Talon tried to move, but couldn't do anything in his state, I can't...

The images were of a history long passed, dragons reeling in the sky killing each other, however. The vision was centered on one being only, a huge red dragon that dwarfed the size of any creature Talon had ever seen before. This beast radiated evil, it's every presence was imposing and deadly. Blood red eyes swiveled around as it took in the destruction. Then it lifted a claw and destroyed several cities with it's power. Then, the image changed and three dragons swirled into view, attacking the larger one until finally, when all their power was expelled, the creature was tossed down in death. Defeated, finally, the other three also died along with the tyrant, their power long spent.

The brace brightened until finally it faded away and Talon dropped to the floor. His chest heaved as the lingering pain resided. All the while, his mind tried to comprehend what he'd seen. After a moment, he reached over and slid his hand across the brace, his fingers trying to pull it off. The silver metal wouldn't budge.

Talon, relax. Everything is alright... Now I see.

What does that mean? the assassin panted through their connection.

It means you've got a fighting chance now. I'm sure Jennifer will know what's been given to you. It's like hers.

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Jennifer had to give credit where it was due. Talon blade skills were sublime and it showed in the ease with which he wielded them. Standing up calmly, the assassin’s throwing knives reach out with deadly tips pointed at the mage in front of him. The mage retorted and slapped them aside like paper, but the young assassin had clearly anticipated this as he drove a dagger straight through her chest. Jennifer’s face writhed in delight as she watched his angry expression, the scar over his dark eyes distorting in an ugly fashion as Talon snarled in the face of his defeated opponent. "I'll hunt down everyone of you, and kill you all."

She didn’t have to do anything else as the other mage died to her icy spears, too preoccupied by her book and zombie illusions to spot the real attack. The force of the icicles sent him flying backwards, crashing against numerous books and silencing him against a bookshelf before he could even scream. The dust settled around them as an abrupt silence fell over the private library, ruined books and pages fluttering to the floor in the wake of their conflict. Recollecting his weapons, Talon seemed to rear an irritated face at her, raising his eyebrows in disbelief. "Babysit," he sneered to her in a scything voice which seemed sharp enough to cut through the books around them, to which Jennifer’s only reply was to smirk innocently.

While Talon worked his way to the hidden compartment, Jennifer strode over to a nearby bookshelf playfully, washing her gaze over the lightly embossed titles labelling each spine. At random she picked one out and began to flip through it. The endless rows of perfectly lined tomes reminded her of her childhood back in Ro’ell. As a prodigy child to an ambitious father, she’d spend days pouring over past studies and magical spells. Such was life as a fledgling mage. Those too weak to survive and faltered in their skills either died or found themselves rendered crippled from disastrous backfires. Goaded on relentlessly by her family, sleep was short and food was scarce, only more texts and manuscripts were a plentiful. The ever present threat of the lash drove her to near madness as she struggled to compete with her siblings and master her magic. But by Reev did she miss it.

Talon handed her a note after having read it himself and then returned to investigate the contents of the safe. Wiping away the black fringe over her eyes, Jennifer eyed the parchment carefully, picking out the words relevant to their quest.

Take the brace, it will help you. Lord V'lyn. Beware Barthlomel.

The excited thoughts which burst to her mind where immediately interrupted as a white light consumed Talon, contrasting starkly against his dark clothes and illuminating the room brightly. She watched, mildly confused at first as the young man was lifted off the ground, silent at first before his screams of agony echoed throughout the building, startling her. A low whistle escaped her lips as she trampled over the books on the floor and made her way to him like an inquisitive cat. The book she’d taken was still open within her palms as she maintained her distance from him, warily avoiding him like he was a ticking time bomb. Jennifer refused to draw closer until she caught the silvery glint of a bracelet over the assassin's wrist, causing a wry grin to break across her face. Eventually she called out to him, even though she was certain he couldn’t hear her through the feedback of pain and memories.

“Just bear with it my dear assassin, the pain will end soon,” she muttered blandly.

She stepped aside as he was unceremoniously dropped to the floor. Talon’s shoulders ran up and down as he took unsteady breaths, the pain still evident across his face. A cartoon smile looked down at him as her book snapped shut, grabbing his attention as she crouched down in front of him. "Now tell me Talon, tell me exactly what was it that the bracelet showed you.” she pondered icily, tossing her book aside like rubbish.

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"Now tell me Talon, tell me exactly what was it that the bracelet showed you,” Jennifer's voice took his attention as she snapped a book shut and tossed it behind her. She crouched down next to him, a smile across her lips like always. Talon was beginning to expect that smile at all times no matter what, he could be lying in a pool of his own blood and she would probably still smile at him.

Taking a deep breath he calmed his body and settled his breathing, "I saw dragons, red, white and black all fighting each other. It was war, but there was one dragon that stood out among the rest. He was larger, red in color with burning red eyes," he closed his eyes and rubbed at his temple, trying to keep the images in order as best he could, "That one seemed to be in control of the fighting, but I don't know what dragons were on his side. They all seemed to be on their own... He destroyed villages and towns with a single sweep of his claw. I've never seen such power before. Then I saw three dragons attacking him, they were red, white, and black again. The three of them managed to kill the larger dragon, but they also perished right after, their power spent too. I didn't know that all three dragons had magic at one time, only the reds do because of the mages."

He sat up then, pushing up with his hands to be level with her as she sat crouched next to him. Raising his hand he pulled back the sleeve and eyed the silver brace that seemed to glow perpetually now. It was a soft glow, nothing that would hinder him in the darkness, but it seemed... shinier than before. His body felt stronger too, a different kind of power residing in him than that of Riena's touch. He flexed his fingers, pulling the hand into a fist, every muscle contracting as he did so, then he released it and looked back at her.

"That's all I saw," he sighed and got to his feet, "It's time we head back to Crystacia," he said as he waited for her to join him. They would reach Crystacia by mid morning. If Jennifer didn't know much of what he'd seen, then perhaps Locien could help fill in the gaps.

I think that bracelet will continue to show you things as events progress, my little assassin, Vy offered.

Maybe, but if it happens like that every time I'm going to be dead before we can do anything about these rebels.

Vy laughed, You'll be just fine.


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Soran Keel

The city was destroyed, entire sections missing even. Fires still burned as he made his way through the city, using the darkness as his pathway. He silently crept through the dark alleys, his yellow eye glowing and the only indicator that something was sleeking through the darkness. He knew that Locien was there, he could feel the dark elf's very presence like water cascading over his body. He trembled at the thought, knowing that his adversary was so close to him. Patience was key, stealth was priority. He moved fast, but not too fast, enjoying the sensation that prickled across him.

It was in no time that he reached the barracks where the activity in the city seemed to have moved. He watched from the darkness as guards moved back and forth across the entrance, a couple of dragons in the sky. He was going to have to be quick, though he hated the idea of killing quickly. Still if he wanted the dark elf, he would have to do what was necessary. From the darkness, two knives flipped handle over end and took one guard through his throat, the other knife would have made it's mark had the man not turned just in time. The blade went through his shoulder, knocking him backwards, but Soran was there to meet him. Right behind the man, a strong grip took his jaw and top of his head. With a quick twist there was a soft 'crack' and the man dropped, his neck broken.

Soran moved into the barracks, wasting no time as he went. Another guard fell to his knife as he slowly shoved it through the elf's back, one hand over the man's mouth to keep the screaming from alerting anyone. As Soran laid the elf down onto the ground, his sharp gaze spotted the fleeting figure of the dark elf he hunted. Peering through the sheeting at the front of the barracks he spotted one woman who might be trouble for him, but otherwise the rest of the elves inside were too injured to be of any importance to him.

The knife came quickly, handle over edge and only glinting once against the fire light. His aim wasn't to kill her, only to pin her down so she could watch Locien die and he would savor her last. Or maybe he would kill her first and make Locien suffer? The thought was fleeting and gone before it could even form a plan. He came out of the darkness with both blades pulled from his belt just as a soft pink was beginning to fill the eastern sky. A wicked smile curved his lips as his eyes locked onto Locien as he shot towards him, both swords held out at either side of him.

"Found you."

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Talon took several moments to recollect himself, his deep breaths a spontaneous coping mechanism as much as they were necessary. Jennifer waited patiently, her smile still wide on her lips as Talon’s jagged tone found its composure, "I saw dragons, red, white and black all fighting each other. It was war, but there was one dragon that stood out among the rest. He was larger, red in color with burning red eyes."

To this Jennifer’s thoughts flashed back to the name mentioned in the warning on the note, Barthomel. As Talon continued to explain, his mystified voice reached her ears, breaking her from her reverie, "That one seemed to be in control of the fighting, but I don't know what dragons were on his side. They all seemed to be on their own... He destroyed villages and towns with a single sweep of his claw. I've never seen such power before. Then I saw three dragons attacking him, they were red, white, and black again. The three of them managed to kill the larger dragon, but they also perished right after, their power spent too. I didn't know that all three dragons had magic at one time, only the reds do because of the mages."

She’d had an inkling ever since they’d last been in Skyfall but now it was almost confirmed. Jennifer’s cartoony smile was almost painfully wide now. Her eyes narrowed seemingly in confirmation of her recognition. Talon’s story was a tale she was more than aware of. Having sifted through untold thousands of texts in her past, one story in particular always resonated within her for the misery associated with it. That tale was the pox mark in the history of current civilisation, the dark shadow of the ancient dragon Barthomel. In years long forgotten, Barthomel was once an undisputed ruler, feared as the most powerful overlord the world had ever seen. That was until he was overthrown in exactly the way Talon had so kindly narrated.

”The rebellion has begun and he will be born again, hu?” she recited softly. Contrary to belief, Jennifer held little regard for the rebel’s plans. By the way her sharp brown eyes sank towards the floor, it wouldn’t even be a stretch to call her jaded at the prospect.

"That's all I saw, it's time we head back to Crystacia," Talon exhaled his anxiety as he rose upright, but Jennifer’s apprehension returned with a vengeance at the prospect of more flying. Perhaps he did enjoy torturing her in such a manner.

Following his example, the lithe mage straightened her bent knees and stood up, her cruel smile never failing to leave her face. “I guess it’s safe to say that the rebels were trying to hide that information by coming here,” she postulated, referring to the now bloody corpses, “Barthomel, does the name mean nothing to you?” She asked him then, raising a thin, black eyebrow towards the young assassin. Judging by the lack of alarm from reading his father’s note, Jennifer hardly needed to ask, but she couldn’t resist the chance to taunt him again. Opening her palms in a helpless gesture, the mage shrugged blithely then, “Seems not. Even though your father literally spelled it out for you, I must say, I’d be ashamed if I had to entrust such an important piece of information with such a lacklustre son.”

She waited for the irritation to become clear on his face before continuing. “The story you describe sounds like the most significant event taken right out of a history textbook, not that you assassin’s have any appreciation for reading,” again with the taunt, “Barthomel was an age old dragon, the ultimate dragon perhaps. He was so fearsome it took three great dragons to simply banish him. Now with that in mind, it should be simple even for someone like you could draw the link between the rebel’s self entitled name and all the nonsense they’ve been spouting.”

Jennifer sidled up to Talon, her supple lips stretching into a yawn as her arms wrapped around his. “All just speculation without evidence of course,” she mumbled, barely masking her yawn with a hand. Her head rested against his bicep like it were a pillow, feeling his hardened muscles tighten reflexively. Despite her antics, she still couldn’t erase the lack of sleep over the last forty-eight hours. “You bloody assassin’s are relentless though. Assuming I survive the flight back to Crystacia, I’ll be tapping out if you don’t mind. Magic isn’t fuelled by thoughts alone.”

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“I guess it’s safe to say that the rebels were trying to hide that information by coming here. Barthomel, does the name mean nothing to you? Seems not. Even though your father literally spelled it out for you, I must say, I’d be ashamed if I had to entrust such an important piece of information with such a lacklustre son.”

Her eyebrow rose as she looked up at him. Talon could feel his anger rising as her voice continued. Slowly, his eyebrow came down in utter irritation as he listened to her, unable to think of a proper response to her. This woman was bound to make him crazy. If it wasn't her total lack of concern that worried him, it was her attitude that made him utterly irate. He could feel the tension beginning to form between his shoulder blades, every muscle contracting as she continued.

“The story you describe sounds like the most significant event taken right out of a history textbook, not that you assassin’s have any appreciation for reading,” Talon's eyebrow twitched and his jaw ground together, but he amazingly kept his thoughts to himself as she continued, “Barthomel was an age old dragon, the ultimate dragon perhaps. He was so fearsome it took three great dragons to simply banish him. Now with that in mind, it should be simple even for someone like you could draw the link between the rebel’s self entitled name and all the nonsense they’ve been spouting.”

“All just speculation without evidence of course. You bloody assassin’s are relentless though. Assuming I survive the flight back to Crystacia, I’ll be tapping out if you don’t mind. Magic isn’t fuelled by thoughts alone.”

Talon rolled his eyes, a growling sigh escaping him as he tilted his head backwards and raised his eyes to look at the ceiling. Her body curled against his arm, her head resting against him. Her yawn was not missed by him and he realized that she was utterly spent. For a mere moment he felt sympathetic towards her, but quickly brushed it away. The last thing he wanted was for her to think he was weak, at least anymore so than she already thought him to be.

"You can sleep along the way," he told her, trying to keep his voice hard as he started leading her out of the building. Once outside, he quickly climbed up onto Vy and reached down to pull Jennifer up in front of him. The way she was seated would be just fine for her if she wished to sleep, that way his arms that held the reigns of his dragons mouth piece could hold her properly. There would be no way she would fall.

Vy took off into the darkness, the cold air a nice welcome to him as they flew, the heat of the battle wearing away quickly though. It would be a cold flight, but he was used to it, though internally he worried that Jennifer might get too cold. He didn't say anything though, knowing that if she wanted warmth she would probably use him or cast a spell to make her body warm. Either way, he was sure she would be just fine.

They would be back in Crystacia by morning.

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"You can sleep along the way,"

Talon’s discomfort almost elicited a snort of laughter from the illusion mage as she watched him turn his head in the opposite direction like she was a cancer growing against him. Not an entirely incongruous description. Linked through their arms, she allowed herself to be led outside of the building and back into the courtyard. The shrill chirping of crickets filled her ears with each step as they made their way back to Talon's awaiting dragon. A chilly breeze worked its way around them, prickling her exposed skin and sending chills down her spine. Talon stepped ahead, brushing besides his silver dragon and climbing aboard before he offered offered her assistance.

Jennifer grinned broadly and nestled up to him, taking full advantage of his offer as the assassin brought her up between his arms. She could feel his warmth and heartbeat simultaneously as she leaned her head against his firm chest, shifting herself until she was fully comfortable. As they lifted off, her stomach lurched up to her throat as they rose in altitude, the cold air sticking to her face and forcing her eyes shut.

“You’re as disgustingly considerate as ever,” Jennifer muttered, trying to make the best of her break whilst ignoring the growing sickness within her waist. She clamped a hand over her lower body in a bid to contain her vomit. The high frequency off flights in such a short period of time made her feel like her organs were caving in, causing her face to become all the more paler.

“Even to someone like me,” she continued, managing to force a wide smirk over her lips, “Your acting so far has been rather enjoyable Talon, but I’ve never believed in chivalry and honour, so I’ll enjoy peeling away that facade of yours.”

She yawned again, eyeing him carefully with that same smirk fixed to her features. “Feel like throwing me off your dragon yet? It would be incredibly simple. And, you’d never have to listen to another sentence of my poisonous words ever again.”

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Talon V'lyn

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

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

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

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

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

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

You are ridiculous.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"Now that would be too easy. To let you off like that would just be a waste. I'm enjoying the fact that you're so utterly uncomfortable when you're riding Vy. Don't worry, Jennifer, you'll get used to it soon enough. Though, if you don't, that's fine by me as well,"

Jennifer’s body seized up in a fit of chuckles, forcing her eyes to snap shut as she repressed her voice, still vaguely aware of the danger of vomiting out her stomach’s contents. After exhaling through her nose she smiled up at him again, her lips spreading thinly across her cheeks as she angled her eyes up towards his chin.

“Oh? Isn’t that against the teachings of Reina? Not that I mind at all,” she purred, her soft voice reaching his ears despite the wind rushing past their faces.

They circled Crystacia as Talon’s dragon brought them down towards the ominous city. The morning sunlight was poured over the horizon, casting sharp shadows across the city’s ruins as light reflected up off the building’s surfaces, seeping its way through broken windows and skeletal walls. Immediately the city was morphed, its scenery manipulated into something out of a surreal painting. She caught the sun’s warmth brushing lightly against her face, touching her exposed skin and revealing her paleness. Jennifer continued to lean against Talon, the queasiness in her stomach maintaining itself thanks to their flight being far from fluid. Her sleep had been far from comfortable, but any sleep at all was invaluable at this stage.

Approaching the barracks they’d left of at previously, Talon leapt down immediately, anxiety suddenly creeping into his features. Jennifer observed his dark eyes narrowing, as if alerted to some hidden threat as he landed with a quiet thump across the masonry, his black cloak and hair lending him the qualities of a shadow. He reached up to help her down, his strong grip lending her support, to which Jennifer gladly accepted as she toppled to the floor with noticeably less grace. Slowly regaining her composure, she pushed aside her hair, pulling it back behind her ears to stop it irritating her eyes. Free of the obscurity, she looked around, observing their surroundings watchfully.

"You should stay here. No need to push yourself further," Talon suggested before he began to head towards the barracks.

Jennifer plastered a smile onto her face as she glimpsed the dull glint of his throwing knives, her enthusiasm rekindling into a flame. Briefly, she tapped her boots against the ground, as if testing the physicality of the surface, and then took several easy strides to catch up with him.

“That wouldn't be fun at all now, would it? Don’t worry, I can handle myself,” she winked, before her curious gaze was drawn to the faded glow encompassing his wrist. Grinning broadly, she rested her arms together behind her back as she followed him, humming a tune.

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Olivia halted as a large entity circled around the ruins of Crystacia. “A dragon?” The elf whispered, taking a moment to observe its movements. It had landed not far from here, in fact, closer than the elf would've liked it to be. What business would such a beast have in these ruins?

Shaking her head in a gentle manner, Olivia showered her head and face in the shadows that were cast as her hood was cast over her head, her feet once more pressing onward. Something still felt amiss, as if a major threat had still buried itself here.

Travelling down further the same road she had taken, Olivia was greeted by a faint silver shimmer. The organic shape revealing it to be the silhouette of the same dragon that had flown above Crystacia. As it landed, the weak tremor brought unbalance to the elf's footwork as she tried to settle for a better view point.

One of the ruined buildings had left a large enough debris that hid Olivia's presence from the creature and its passengers. One male, who the elf could only describe as a cautious being, definitely human though. The other had her worried slightly, the magical energy that emitted from her body had the elf at an uneasy feeling.

They were headed somewhere, that was for sure, but what their true purpose was in this decaying battle field was even unclear to Olivia. Softly biting her lip, she followed the duo while remaining out of sight, her footsteps as light as feathers as to not make the slightest noise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Soran Keel

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

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

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

Talon V'lyn

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Who the hell was that?"

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Vier

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Talon V'lyn

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Talon V'lyn

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Talon V'lyn

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Talon V'lyn

He felt hot around his face as the woman leaned in closer, her voice soft as she whispered to him about being a great asset to the group. He tried his best to ignore her and was only slightly relieved when she leaned away from him. The elf introduced herself as 'Whiskers', a strange name to say the least. Talon raised an eyebrow at her and was unsure on how to reply to such an introduction.

As Locien formally introduced himself to the group, Jennifer leaned in close to him, her condescending voice reaching his ears. “Oh my, aren’t you popular with us ladies. Alternatively, this could be an opportunity. Maybe you can learn some information from her, she seems to like you especially. But to be so easily tempted, you really are a worthless assassin,” Jennifer whispered the last part to him, leaning in closer so only he could hear. The tone had changed drastically from teasing to an acidic hiss. The change startled him, and he looked to her sharply as she pulled away. Instead of anger, his eyebrow raised. Was she truly angry with him?

"That's okay though, because i already knew this." Then her smile returned, the same one he'd grown used to seeing as she spoke. To this his lips pulled into a frown and he rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh. Reaching out he took hold of her forearm and started towards the exit of the barracks.

"Let's go then," he ordered without further delay. At the back of his mind he agreed with Locien's statement from earlier. There were too many women now. Women were devious, plotting, conniving...

But you can't live without them, Vy butt in.

I would find a way.

Well, you better be careful with this new one. Wouldn't want Jennifer to get jealous over you and dispose of the poor elf.

Why would she do that? Talon asked in exasperation.

You'll learn eventually, my little assassin.

His eyebrow twitched as he approached the large silver dragon who was eyeing him with a look of amusement. He glared at his dragon as he passed his large spiky head and jumped up onto Vy's back. He immediately reached for Jennifer and drew her up behind him. He ignored her for the most part, knowing that she was going to hate the flight to Ro'ell as it was longer than the last couple of times between Crystacia and Skyfall.

Yeah, well it's not like I care all that much for her in return, Talon said after Vy had jumped into the sky.

This entire time you've been thinking about that? I think you're just trying to convince yourself.

The assassin rolled his eyes, You're no help at all sometimes, you know that Vy?

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Red dragons wheeled in the sky, flames burning the air. Magic tingled through the wind and the spires of the dark city were already crumbled by the time Talon and his companions made it to the city. Vy started wheeling through the sky as he tried his best to avoid any incoming black dragons. A loud inhuman scream echoed overhead and Talon looked up just in time to see a red and black dragon slam into each other and lock. Both dragons fell at them and Talon immediately reached back to hold Jennifer tightly to him. Vy flapped his large wings hard, ascending at a sharp angle.

Leaning forward, the assassin held tightly to the reigns and Jennifer behind him. Vy slowly twisted as he shot straight up in the sky, avoiding the falling pair of dragons completely. However, as he twisted, two black dragons came at him, their jaws opened wide and claws extended. Vy veered off to the side, turning so that his right wing was horizontal and Talon could look directly into the burning city below them. The first dragon scrapped his claws along Vy's shoulder, the burning exploding through both dragon and rider. Clenching his teeth, his grip on the mage behind him tightened, determined not to let her fall.

The second dragon slammed into them then. Claws digging deep into Vy's sides and the jaw clamping tightly into the other shoulder. Vy's body was tossed backwards, the force of it and the attack causing Talon to lose his grip on Jennifer. He barely held onto the reigns himself as Vy struggled to right himself and disengage from the dragon attacking him. The brace around Talon's wrist glowed brightly as the black dragon's red gaze settled on the assassin not to far from his face. With a new target in mind, the dragon clawed at Vy, his neck stretching out and the large teeth snapping at Talon who leaned backwards.

Upon leaning back he didn't feel any resistance and his heart leapt to his throat. The silver brace exploded a bright light from his wrist and hit the dragon straight in the face. With an ear shattering roar, the black creature fell away from Vy who wheeled around immediately and shot downwards. Talon's eyes searched for Jennifer, fear gripping his chest tightly. Vy pulled his wings in tight, and Talon leaned into his neck as they dove. Their speed picking up as the went. In no time the silver dragon had caught up to Jennifer's falling body and shot passed her. Pulling up, Vy's wings shot out and their decent was nearly stopped as Vy gave three good pumps of his wings. Talon, used to that kind of maneuver, let go of the reigns, his eyes upwards with his arms stretched out. A second later and Jennifer dropped into his hold.

"Are you alright?" He asked her the moment he had her in his arms.

Hold on, Talon! Vy yelled and he reacted just as the dragon called out. Pulling the mage tightly against him, he reached out with his left arm and took hold of the reigns. The silver dragon dived again, twisting and turning as three black dragons came after him. Talon shot a quick look over his shoulder to their pursuers. With a soft growl he turned back to see where Vy was going. The huge dragon was twisting through the towers of Ro'ell, trying his best to lose the enemy. As he dove underneath a huge bridge connecting two of the towers to the mages school, a black dragon took him from the side.

Let go when I tell you, Vy growled through their connection as he grappled with the creature locked onto him. Talon leaned over as he held Jennifer crushed against his chest, his lips brushed her ear as he whispered to her.

"Hold tight to me, we're going to drop off of Vy."

Looking to his left, he spotted the ground coming to meet them rather quickly. The assassin readied himself for a hard landing, situating himself and Jennifer as Vy held back the black dragons long neck from tearing through Jennifer and Talon. The jaws of the beast stretched forward almost nipping into Jennifer's shoulder, but Talon lifted his arm to block it. The large teeth scrapped across an invisible wall, ripples of pale white expanding from his wrist.

Now!

Talon's hand released the reigns and his legs loosened from their hold on the saddle around Vy's neck. Pushing off of his dragon, he fell away from him, but it wasn't a long fall. A couple of feet and he hit the cobblestones in a shower of rubble as Vy's wings righted himself and he used the buildings around him to do so. Able now to move without losing Jennifer or Talon, Vy slammed the black beast into the building and dragged it upwards into the sky. Talon lost sight of his dragon as he rolled with the mage in his grip. When he finally came to a stop he looked around them to see if they were in any immediate danger before releasing her gently.

"Are you hurt?" He asked her, his gaze inspecting her quickly. He had to resist the urge to continue looking her over as he was sure her usual taunts would soon be heard. Pulling himself up to his knees, he once again looked around the area where they'd landed. Having lost the others, he could only hope that they were alright. He was going to have to make his way to the citadel and hope that King Greyor hadn't been killed yet.

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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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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."

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A rather entertaining bunch, to say the least. Olivia found herself smiling contently to each of their responses or introductions. Well, a introduction. The rest were an array of responses that managed to drag a girly laugh from the elf's mouth, her left hand vaguely covering the red lips as she did so. She didn't want to make a bad impression so early on, not that the laugh had a bad intention, a genuine sound of amusement it was.

“My, my... this ought to be an interesting journey.” She whispered to her own mind, observing as each and every member of the group set off to their dragon, they were going to Ro'ell. As if on instinct, Olivia had began making motions to follow the two humans, but halted at the thought of knowing that she didn't have a dragon.

“Oh my, I didn't think this through, did I? Silly me...” The elf gently brushed some of her brown hair behind her ears, briefly pondering on who to ask for a lift. Although, that did not appear to be necessary, someone already volunteered to give Olivia a free ride.

Pausing, the elven woman took a moment to glance over her saviour. Armoured from head to toe, every inch of vulnerable, squishy mortal flesh hidden behind several pounds of steel. Chuckling heartily, Olivia straightened herself, her crimson-red eyes attempting to make contact with the mystery man's eyes. “My,” She began in a singing tone, her head slightly cocking to the left, the long brown hair once again covering parts of her face.

“How generous of you, sir. Such a gentleman...” Olivia retorted with a smirk, making a quick bow to emphasize her gratitude. “I'd love it if you would willingly take me to Ro'ell.” The elf straightened her head, nodding gently before pulling her hood back over her head, once again concealing her face with shadows and mystery. “Shall we?” She sang, winking at the armoured man while slowly beckoning with her right hand.

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Talon V'lyn

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

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

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

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

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

Damascus and Olivia

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

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

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

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

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

Rania, Azmirian, Zoron and Lyuze

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

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

Locien

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

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

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

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

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

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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.




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.

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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?

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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.




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.

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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.

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Her eyes narrowed they adjusted themselves to the dank lighting of the cell room. Jennifer sniffed at the stagnant air, the stink of sweat and urine ruining her senses and wrinkling her nose. Withdrawing her gaze from observing her surroundings back to Domieen, her dark brown eyes were greeted by the sight of his cold metallic claws pulling away loose strands of her fringe.

"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 murmured, his voice matching their surroundings, devoid of emotion and empty like a void.

Jennifer’s slender limbs continued to hold onto his wrist, but only so much as to prevent herself from suffocating. Trickles of blood pouring from gashes Domieen had created earlier still lined the side of her face. Despite everything she continued to smile at him, her smirk pulled wide across her pale cheeks in an unnervingly delighted expression.

“Torture? Death? Feeling pain and misery is the natural course of life,” she chuckled, her tongue twisting with apparent joy even as his chokehold forced her words to become mere rasps.

She noticed the stony walls passing beside her and realised she was being carried to the wall at the end of the cell. Eventually, her back felt the chilly touch of the black stone behind rubbing painfully against her spine. Domieen's powerful grip loosened their hold then and Jennifer gasped for breath. "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," Domieen explained. A fervent tremble overcame his tone, his ire riled by the injustice within his story. Following this, Jennifer's limbs were pinned against the wall by his dark magic once more, locking her in place.

"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," Domieen drew is face closer to hers, close enough for her to make out the dimples are his mouth. An alien sensation twisted her chest before she realised it was fear clawing its way into her heart. A fear which sent thrills of excitement rippling across her entire body as his gauntlet enclosed around her chin. "And I assure you, I've lived a long time. Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you, just strip you of your power. Siphon it straight to our God,"

As he said this a sharp sting tore into her neck forcing her gaze to flicker over the black leech-like snake pulsing over her left shoulder. "Pure magic, how wonderful. 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," Domieen taunted, drawing her attention once more as he stepped behind the bars, slamming the door shut with a clang. "Don't fret, your assassin will be joining you as well. Don't think I missed that spark of power he possesses 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."

The smile on her face dropped briefly at the mention of Talon, though only for a second. Abruptly, her hoarse laughter bounced across the bland walls and slipped through the gaps in the iron bars, her small frame heaving with each breath.

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---Rania and Lyuze, City Ro'ell---

Lyuze was about to say something about Locien's absence but the look on Talon's face already showed. She gave an unhappy and angry look at everyone, to show her displeasure of The Pride of the Seeker mysteriously disappearing.

Zoron rolled his eyes at Lyuze's look as Rania noticed several of the members of their group was injured. "Wait a minute, I agree with Whiskers, we need to patch up the wounded before planning anything else from here. Where's Jennifer?" She asked, but half knowing the answer if she met the same odd fate as Locien. She bit her lip in frustration at the thought of both members being taken to be interrogated or worse killed.

"Knowing Locien," Zoron stated in his own thoughts, "I have a feeling that we may not have to worry too much about a rescue, because knowing Locien, he's working on a way to rescue himself." Zoron shook his head in annoyance, Locien must've been ambushed by one of the enemy's dragons, that would've been the only thing that could've caught him that fast without giving him enough time to activate the amulet.

---Locien, City Laowlee---

"If I ever see that woman who clocked me on the head, I'll have to remind myself to kill her since she marked herself for death by touching the amulet." Locien stated to himself as he once more took to consideration that there was probably no alternative to get himself out of the situation he was in by simply waiting for a guard, whom he doubted even existed if they just killed their prisoners anyway by observations of some of his cellmates.

His cellmates! He half forgot about the cell that closed right before he came. That man must've captured one of the magic users in the group in Ro'ell as well, and from the hoarse laughter that followed, knew it had to be Jennifer, otherwise he was just imagining it. He knew now more then ever that he had to take drastic steps to get him and her out of there, due to the fact that those snake-like parasites are killing their prisoners., Locien pondered that he must be an exception due to the fact it's the amulet that does most of the magic, he was just a conduit.

"There's no other choice, it's either use the amulet and get us both out, or not and potentially kill us both." Locien slowly but surely pondered the choice for a full minute before coming to a conclusive decision. "Yeah. It's time to not be stingy." He slowly brought the amulet to his lips, "I awaken to repentance, to blend in the shadows of Death." he muttered before kissing the amulet, but only his eyes turned to the glowing green this time. "or to translate that phrase, Seeker's Pride, stealth arts. Now then, to fully make a strategy for escape."

Locien closed his eyes and pretended to nap, to hide the fact he activated the amulet's power to plan his grandiose plan of escape in silence.

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Ro'ell

The atmosphere of the room was dire as King Greyor slammed open the wide double doors to the entrance of the meeting room. The metal hinges supporting the wooden panels seemed to buckle, groaning under the pressure of the King’s palpable fury. King Greyor swept his critical gaze over the room’s inhabitants before striding forwards, flanked by his personal aid, Belfry. The grim faces of the mages gathered informed him that silence had consumed the lounge long before he’d entered.

Taking a seat, Greyor noted that some of the usual faces were missing as Belfry laid out the reports beside him. Those absent were most likely dead or dying after the attack of the rebels. Whatever the reason, he didn’t have the luxury to care.

“Let’s get straight to the point,” Greyor started, his voice almost exasperate after having spent the last several hours managing the logistical recovery of his city. The work flow, a literal sea of white paper within his office, never seemed to end. Greyor’s hooded eyes told the rest as he continued, “The city is ruined, ours armies exhausted. But, these rebels, something needs to be done about them.”

His left hand hovered over to the pile of reports and separated two specific booklets out of the stack of papers before throwing them forwards. “We have confirmation that Crystacia and Skyfall have already fallen.” Crystacia, the white city of the elves. Gracious and powerful as it was, to know that their city had fallen begged disbelief. What rankled with Greyor however was that they’d only just learned most of this information from that traitorous criminal, Jennifer. He hadn’t believed it at first but several quick investigations had proved him otherwise. “More concerning is that we continue to receive no response from Laowlee at present and are assuming the worst. That they have also fallen or that they are in league with the rebels,” Grey scowled. The question remained, why had she helped him? Part of his mind suspected the illusion mage might be working for the rebels. Jennifer was a rogue, a loose cannon and a menace to society. It went against all reason for her to help them.

There was a series of murmurs just barely audible amongst the collection of mages, whispers of doom and foreboding. The evidence was self-explanatory, black dragons had filled the skies and attacked them not just moments ago. The only city which could muster such a large force of black dragons was Laowlee. Eventually one of the mages spoke up. A man whose rugged face was only just beginning to show the hints of wrinkles and old age, he wore his magi uniform like he meant it. Gray-receding hair pulled the skin over his forehead as Ashley Romaine spoke up from the far right of the table. “Those who have wronged the mages must be punished under the rules of the court!” he proclaimed loudly, self-indignation causing his voice to tremble, “The Romaine family will support you in whatever endeavour you choose my lord.”

Several other mages nodded in affirmation to the Romaine’s words. The Romaine family was one of the most prestigious families in Ro’ell, known for generations of truly gifted mages. Their knowledge and experience in the field of arcane lore ran deep and was highly respected. King Greyor took a sip from his steaming cup of coffee, allowing the bitter liquid to warm the inside of his cheeks.

The legs of his throne creaked as Greyor leaned back, sifting through his thoughts. “Magnus,” Greyor called eventually, narrowing his eyes at another aging individual. A lean, hollowed out face turned to regard Greyor, the being named Magnus raising a cursory eyebrow in response to being singled out, “My lord?” Magnus asked.

Magus was a stark contrast in comparison to the professional Romaine. Slender, conniving, but ambitious beyond reason, one just had to glance at treacherous man’s history to discern his personality. “We need an infiltration force to confirm our suspicions first. While the rest of the army musters, I want your warlocks to investigate Laowlee in preparation,” King Greyor ordered.

Magnus’ voice stuttered as he made an effort to straighten himself, masking the man’s frown of disapproval, “Yes, my lord.”




The stockades were alive with activity. Filled with the warm bodies of magi and dragon alike, parties of soldiers seemed to be stocking supplies. Some stood beside their dragons, lashing thickly packed bags to clips on their saddles as the guttural roars of their red steads echoed across the holding grounds. Others, as Collin gave example of, sat with their thumbs dangling between their pockets admiring the sun, wasting time.

“Collin,”

Startled by the voice, Collin looked up from his position over his supply bag. The tall man’s face screwed in a fashion which suggested he’d been rudely interrupted between something important, but upon laying eyes on the thin face of Magnus he grinned wryly.

“What are you doing here Collin? What about the task I gave you? Of finding Jennifer?” Magnus demanded immediately. His deep voice was cracked, impatience flustering his pale wrinkled features.

Outstretching his arms in the gesture of a helpless shrug, Collin wheeled around fully in order to face Magnus, making the older man blanch. Collin’s face was angular and sharp like a blade. It suited his snake-like personality well, too well. “That’s exactly why I’m here,” Collin half smiled.

Magnus’ body seemed to freeze, “She’s… here?” he muttered slowly.

Collin shrugged again, his pose unnervingly casual. “We tracked her here, but the trail vanishes abruptly,” Collin explained with a frown, “She’s been spotted travelling frequently with another, not that my sister has ever been the affectionate type. But she seems oddly attached this time, to an assassin named Talon V'lyn.”

Magnus nodded in recognition of the surname. A member of the ruling assassin guild of Skyfall, the V'lyn family. They were renowned across the kingdom for their exceptional skills in combat. It made sense he’d be tracking the rebels if the information about Skyfall’s destruction was true, but what was his relation to Jennifer? “And you believe following him will lead you to her now?” Magnus raised a thin eyebrow questioningly in the direction of the tall man.

“Something like that. That’s why I dropped by, thought I might give you an update on progress,” Collin affirmed, “Things have certainly changed around here though.” Collin said in reference to the numerous ruins and obvious signs of battle, “Is there something you’re not telling me? You seem…anxious.”

“Good, keep up the search. If the assassin can be used, do so,” the elder mage stated before sighing in response. Magnus wiped his brow with the palm of his hand as he paused. “King Greyor has ordered us to investigate Laowlee. It’s an excuse to eradicate our guild, a bad one.” Magnus grimaced, “But, he underestimates us.”




Laowlee

Cold and short of breath, Jennifer’s mind danced on the edge between consciousness and slumber. She felt brittle, like a burnt piece of wood prone to disintegrating from the slightest breeze. Barely having the energy to even twitch her fingers, she’d resigned herself to remaining perfectly still in an attempt to conserve what little power remained. Being the target of the rebels was outside of her anticipations. Each time the parasite attached to her neck sucked out her magic she grew colder, weaker. Idly she wondered who’d last longer, her or the guild.


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Locien, City Laowlee

"The hour of Casshern is upon me now, the one hour is spent. Time to utilize my plan, and if the enemy tries to plan around the plan, I'll around the plan they're planning around the plan." Locien stated in his thoughts softly as he stood up and opened his eyes and looked around making sure it was clear so far. Pulling out a thin key with the image of a bleached Drow's Skull from his sleeve, he slowly but carefully moved his hand around the bar near the keyhole and put the key into it. Turning the key carefully, Locien's faced turned to one of intense concentration in hopes that the Seeker didn't give him a bad model of skeleton keys.

With a soft audible click, Locien let his breathing resume it's soft pace. He opened the door softly and slunk out of the cell. "Part one, get myself out of the cell complete, on to part two, grab Jennifer and blow this gallery of dead." he thought as he closed his cell door and kept to the shadows, looking for the cell with Jennifer. Checking each cell carefully till he found jennifer, he observed how the parasites behaved as they grew bigger, trying to tell if the are from alchemy origins or natural beings. "If Jennifer has one on her I could try and take it off and give it to an alchemist for analysis."

Upon finding the cell that contained Jennifer he whispered softly, "Hey Warlock, fancy seeing you here, but seeing these other guys you probably don't look so good. Hang on a sec." as he whispered this he used the skeleton key again to open the door softly. "Eesh, Okay puzzle time." He said quietly. "How to get the webs and ugly off ya, I'd think fire but then there's no torch around. I can't create fire, not natural fire at least. Any suggestions?"

---Rania and Lyuze, City Kingsburrow---

As soon as they landed Rania went straight for the Library, whilst Lyuze nervously got off Zoron, presumably scared stiff from the flight. Zoron gave a soft chuckle when he noticed the sun's angle. "The hour of Casshern already? I hope Locien isn't doing anything stupid during the hour, hopefully he's trying to give escape a try, but it's gonna be complicated for him if he has to drag Jennifer out with him." The Dragon stated.

"That was a bad, bad ride, I don't want to fly again anytime soon by myself." Lyuze stated as she blew some loose strands of hair back into place. "I mean, how does Locien handle it?"

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Jennifer was unable to register the presence of Locien as the dark elf slipping through the doors of her cell. Indeed so effective was his sneaking that she didn’t realise anyone was there until his deep voice whispered into her ears, startling her from her slumber. Brought back to life momentarily, her consciousness swam awake. She looked at the dark elf in a daze, feeling groggy as though she'd been drugged. It wasn't just her mind feeling tired now, Jennifer's arms and legs were growing sore from being locked in an unnatural open position, forcing her to rely on the black magic to support her body.

"Hey Warlock, fancy seeing you here, but seeing these other guys you probably don't look so good. Hang on a sec."

Blinking her eyes in an attempt to focus her vision, Jennifer was only able to respond in a delirious fashion. “Come back for more… you rebels?” she slurred every word. Fighting to maintain her thoughts, Jennifer’s chin bobbed up and down over her chest in a hypnotic trance, her eyes closing and opening.

"Eesh, Okay puzzle time. How to get the webs and ugly off ya, I'd think fire but then there's no torch around. I can't create fire, not natural fire at least. Any suggestions?"

Whilst staring at the man’s hard face, outlines of his high cheek bones and hooded brows eventually began to find definition. The picture of his dark complexion framed within the unnatural hue of his long hair formed fully before her almost like something out of a nightmare. It took precious moments before Jennifer realised that the dark figure was actually Locien. Even then her mind was a wreck. Gazing around slowly, it almost seemed impossible for the rambling doll before Locien to be the cocky mage she was known as.

“Locien? Heh,” she managed finally, scoffing hoarsely at the elf. The motion pulled the air out of her lungs, turning her voice into a series of dry rasps. “You…an expert…in magic now?”

Jennifer’s brown eyes flickered to her left and right in regards to the shadowy braces which held her in place. “Unless…you’re...that gas bag... Domieen…these chains ain’t…coming off,” she smirked.

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City Laowlee : Jennifer and Locien

"It seems I may have underestimated your talents, Pride of the Seeker," Domieen's form came out of the shadows and barred the exit to Jennifer's cell. His clawed hand reflected the minimal light in the dungeons. If the room could have gotten any darker, it would have from his presence. Slowly, the True Dragon came forward into the room his eyes hidden by his hood.

Darkness swirled around Domieen's form, rising up to cover the lower half of his body. Raising his gloved hand, the darkness stretched forth from his arm and fingers and slowly crawled up Locien's legs. The tendrils of magic tightening over him until it reached the lower part of his abdomen and stopped, holding him in place. Domieen turned his hood to look at Jennifer.

"It seems you desired to see her. Well then, elf, you get to watch her lose all of her power. Do you think she'll survive from it?" He taunted as he moved towards Jennifer. He reached up and took hold of the black creature that was latched to her neck. A clawed finger poked gently at the things neck and it released her, a dark slim leaving a trail between it's mouth and her skin. The True Dragon pulled it away from her and let it drop to the floor where it curled in a circle and seemingly went dormant.

"Can't have you dying on me yet, you've got far too much power for that, illusionist," his fingers pulled her chin up to have her look at him, "Besides, I have a question for you. Where did that assassin of yours find that vambrace?"

City Kingsburrow : Talon V'lyn

His finger traced the design of the brace around his wrist. The silver glinted in the late afternoon sunlight. It was going to be dusk soon, and Talon wanted to be out of Kingsburrow before then. His eyes were staring at the silver attachment without really seeing it. At the forefront of his mind were thoughts of Jennifer and what had happened in the past couple of hours.

Vy?

Yes, my little assassin? The dragon replied lightly.

Why did she create that illusion?

You wish to know the mind of a woman? One such as herself? That is a mystery even I don't know the answer to, young Talon. Perhaps she wished to see your judgment of her. Maybe she did it for her own pleasure. Who knows the truth other than herself.

Talon sighed as he gazed at the brace, his finger still tracing over the insignia. The silver swirls around letters that he couldn't understand. A kind of elvish he was sure, but one that was much older than what he knew. He took a deep breath and pulled the sleeve down, looking up from his deep thoughts. The shadows were stretching and they curled upwards towards him, the touch of Riena always at his back.

However, there were others who stalked the darkness as well and one such being was much more deadly than he. The sharp knife pressed against his neck as a low cruel voice whispered in his ear. Talon's reaction was too slow to break out of the iron grip that held him across his chest.

"Where's the dark elf? Where's Locien?"

Talon turned his head just enough to get a slight look at who was behind him, but he figured by the crazed sounding voice it was the same elf who had attacked Locien in Crystacia. Reaching up, he grabbed the man's wrist and pulled forward. Twisting around, he faced the man and with his free hand he had already produced his dagger. The weapon thrust towards the elf's stomach, but was met with another blade. Steel scraped as the two were locked together. Talon's eyes narrowed as he glared at the man who smiled wickedly back at him.

"Not here," Talon growled back in response.

"Now you're hiding him from me?"

Talon didn't reply. His jaw set and he pushed hard against the elf. The brace pulsed again and a powerful pulse in the air sent the man stumbling backwards into the shadows. The assassin followed, he pulled his throwing knives from his clothes and the sent them into the alleyway where the man had gone into. The sound of his knives being knocked aside told him where the elf was. Lunging forward, he slashed into the darkness at the elf. Once again they were locked as the two blades clashed together.

"Not bad, assassin, not bad. But you're lacking. In everything. You can't truly be an assassin unless you wish to see some pain in your targets eyes," the man leaned forward, his sinister smile sending chills down Talon's spine. The second blade came at him and Talon barely managed to knock it aside, his hand connecting to the elf's wrist to keep the weapon from going through his shoulder.

"I do enjoy a good fight. You and Locien both give me a thrill when fighting. Perhaps I'll kill you here and now before I go after Locien seeing as you're in my way," the elf laughed and twisted out of Talon's hold. Their knives scrapped across each other in the alleyway as the fight escalated and Talon's brace glowed brightly as the power pulsed through him.

Vier

"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."

Vier's lips pulled into a smile as she gazed at him from the seat on the dragons neck. They were up in the air heading somewhere, but she didn't care about the destination. Her eyes shifted to the bone that was slowly twisting around in the air above his opened hand. She called her own power to her hand and let the darkness twist outwards to join the bones dancing. Her smile never faded as she concentrated on grabbing the bone, wresting it from his magical grip.

"Is there a reason you offered to teach me all of this? You and I could have easily fought for a while longer," she said as she leaned forward onto his large shoulder, running her fingers up his arm. All the while her magic twisted around his as she fought to grab that ridiculous bone from his control. The bone quivered for a mere second, tilting towards her, but snapped back under his control and swirled around as it had before. Vier's smile faded as she leaned against Thane and she glared at the bone that seemingly taunted her.

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Jennifer’s body froze like a statue as Domieen’s dry voice cut through the air in the cell room, filling the space with his cold, calculating embrace. The rebel spoke with a calm confidence which managed to unnerve even the illusionary mage through her haze of fatigue. "It seems I may have underestimated your talents, Pride of the Seeker,"

Materializing out from the shadows cast by the dim lights, Domieen’s dark figure stepped fully into view as if he’d been present within the room the entire time. As ever, his true expression was hidden beneath a veil of ambiguity. Even as he raised his hands to summon his nefarious powers, his hood failed to betray the slightest hint of emotion. Jennifer watched as the same magic which held her into place wrapped its way around Locien. The dark elf was seemingly helpless to resist as tendrils of nightmarish origin coiled their way around his legs before encasing his lower body. Only then did the True Dragon turn to regard her.

"It seems you desired to see her. Well then, elf, you get to watch her lose all of her power. Do you think she'll survive from it?" Domieen mocked, moving towards her in a cruel gesture of pure dominance. The arrogance in his tone told her they were his play things, tools to be used and discarded at will. Still bleary from the draining of her powers, Jennifer failed to realise that Domieen had removed the parasite until he dropped it in front of her.

Jennifer’s brown eyes descended to the floor along with the worm in apparent curiosity before Domieen’s gloved fingers wrapped around her jaw again, forcing her chin upwards. "Can't have you dying on me yet, you've got far too much power for that, illusionist. Besides, I have a question for you. Where did that assassin of yours find that vambrace?" Domieen demanded. That assassin. The man's words seemed to jump start her consciousness, as if the mere mention of Talon was enough stir her.

She giggled immediately, her small frame trembling under fits of amusement as her head lulled aimlessly in his grip. “Oh…you poor thing…you're not...stupid enough to expect…me to answer that…do you? You…have nothing…to threaten me with,” she gasped hoarsely, hissing every word out between pauses in her hysterical laughter, “Kill me…torture the dark elf…it’s all the same to me Domieen. You can't do...anything...to scare me!"

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Locien- City Laowlee

"You've made three mistakes before and after I got here. One, you killed Queen Fae, in front of me. Two, one of your Magi marked herself for death by my hand. Lastly, and the most important of all, you forget the face of death. Those who forget the face of death..." Locien strained the words out in clenched teeth as he started to pant in some form of animal like anger. Thoughts and memories were flooding through his mind as his pupils within the greenish glow of the amulet's power started to course ever faster in his veins, his heart pumping it into him like adrenaline.

"Varak tu sankor, Casshern inferius." Locien finished in a calm voice that almost wasn't his own. "Or in the common tongue, Those who forget death's face, invites the return of Casshern." He fully stated as he looked up to stare at Domieen with an even fiercer green glow in his eyes as an ancient rune appeared on his forehead. It looked like a crescent moon, but that was probably a rune signifying a letter in the Elvahn alphabet, or even a number. "Seeker greets you scum of the Earth, for I am Casshern, come to remind those who think themselves above death."

At those words a violent ripping occurred as the tendrils holding Locien down was torn as Locien grabbed at Domieen with one hand, if successful he threw the Magi away from Jennifer's space, whilst drawing his sword with his other hand, which started to glow with a violet glow as he cut Jennifer's bonds. "It's been a pleasant visit Domieen, sorry we can't stay, but I have a schedule to keep." Locien sheathed his sword and wrapped an arm around Jennifer's waist and looked up to the ceiling. "Master! Summon me to the place where our companions are!"

A green fire rose at Locien's feet and started to wrap around him like a snake, whilst the same thing happened to Jennifer. "Farewell for now Dragonslave. Next time we meet, let's not be so hostile and just have a drink of Icefire brew." Locien said with both sarcasm and venom. With that note the fire encased the two jailbirds, exploding in a brilliant flash of green light, by the time the flash faded and several of the True Dragons went to check on their leader, both former captives were gone.

---City Kingsburrow: Outskirts---

"Sleep in forgiveness." Locien stated as he kissed the amulet and the rune upon his forehead and glowing in his eyes faded. "We should get mo-" Locien stopped mid sentence as his stomach started heaving. In alarm Locien moved to the nearest bush and did what was necessary. "I hate teleportation of all forms, be they divine or infernal!"

When his stomach finished expending it's contents he cleared his throat. "So, what the fel do we do now Jen?"

---Lyuze and Zoron---

Lyuze was walking through the town, trying to clear her head of the fact that Locien was taken and possibly killed by the rebels. She couldn't understand why they would want Locien other then the fact of who he is. Zoron watch her walking from the distance, only to notice Talon walking in the opposite direction before spotting a familiar foe.

"Soran! Locien better escape fast before Talon gets killed! Wait I think Lyuze spotted him too!" The Dragon said in alarm.

Lyuze was running towards the conflict between Soran and Talon, Trying to find a good way to stop it before it went out of control. She pulled out her crossbow and shot at Soran's shoulder. "Leave him alone you sick sick drow!" She shouted. She couldn't believe her ears that she said that. Why did she say that? Now she was sure that Soran was gonna come after her next.

"Oh no....I don't want to die." she whispered to herself, letting a frightened tear flow.

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Thane Illuvatar Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Lyuze Pyren Character Portrait: Vier Character Portrait: Olivia Wildbane

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City Laowlee : Domieen

The dark elf managed to get free of his bindings, a feat in and of itself. One that Domieen could only admire for the time being. His grip was wrenched away from the illusionist as the man managed to push him away several steps. With his sword drawn, the Pride of the Seeker cut free the woman and caught her as she fell forward limply. Domieen ignored the man's words of taunting, they meant nothing to him. He was more interested in the power that the dark elf was emanating.

Green fire erupted at the dark elf's feet and continued upwards, encircling him in the bright flame of magic. As the fire grew, the light started to seep underneath Domieen's hood. The large piece of cloth covered an inhuman face. With both of them encased in fire, the light only illuminated his face for a few seconds before burning out completely. Glinting yellow eyes with slitted pupils were revealed, set on a reptilian face. The black scales from snout all the way back into the darkness of the hood shone brightly against the green light. The nose was flared in excitement at the magic displayed before him, the lips of the long snout pulled back to reveal the row of razor sharp teeth much like a dragons. The smile was nothing but chilling as thoughts of how he could possibly break the elf ran rampant through his mind.

As the light faded away and his face was shut back in darkness, he started to laugh, the hoarse sound shaking his body. The one word that stood out from the elf's proclamation was 'dragonslave'. How very wrong the elf was. He was no slave, not even to Barthomel. No, he was the old dragon God Domieen, the one who'd fought against Barthomel and knew it was going to be a loss. He had changed sides near the end of the fighting, his idea's going a different direction than those of the other two Gods. It was a history lost to the peoples of the land now, none knew of his change, none knew of his defying death.

He stood there in the darkness of the cell, unmoving even as the True Dragon's that he'd gathered came rushing to aid him, having felt the explosion of power in the dungeon cells. His laughter still shook him, the deep growling filling the cell entirely and sending chills down the backs of the humans standing near him. His clawed hand extended outwards so he could see the silver. It wasn't an gauntlet that adorned his hand as many thought, no it was his true form, left over from the transformation he'd taken soon after the fight with Barthomel had ended. He hadn't taken his dragon form in so long, the clawed hand was the only reminder.

Upon the glinting silver was the woman's blood, three small stains that streaked three claws. Pulling each finger to his lips, he ran his forked tongue across the silver, tasting her blood, her power. It was rich, and just the small shock of power that ran through him gave him more energy than he'd hand in years. It was half a thought to save some of her power for himself, but he would need it all to raise Barthomel. He could gain power by other means, not that he didn't have enough at the moment. Still, he wasn't at his full potential. Being cramped up in the form of a human, with only his head and clawed hand remaining that of his dragon form, albeit smaller.

Soon, he would be able to return to his majestic being and when he did... "You've yet to see the face of death, Pride of the Seeker," he uttered, his voice growling the words even as he smiled under the hood of his cloak.

Talon V'lyn

Talon!

The assassin could feel the dragon take off into the air, the silver beast intent on assisting his rider. He mentally thanked Vy for the help as he fought off the elf. Soran was his name, if Talon remembered correctly. The sound of a crossbolt being fired caught his attention and he missed Soran's twist. The sharp kick to his stomach sent him backwards and he hit the wall, hard. The air was knocked from his lungs and he stumbled forward on his feet, doubled over. A harsh cough cleared his chest and he could breathe again.

However, as he recovered from the hit, the dark elf had turned his attention to who had shot at him. Talon noted the crossbolt in his shoulder as Soran rushed the woman who'd shot him in an attempt to help. Cursing to himself, he shot off the wall and barreled into the man, taking them both to the ground. His bracer glowed brightly and pulsed sending a force of air right at Soran's chest. The dark elf let out a cough, blood flecking his face as the force of the impact most likely broke a few of his ribs.

Even so, the elf grabbed Talon's upper arm, a shock of magic rushing through him. In response, the bracer reacted, sending a wave of power coursing up to his other side to counter the attack. In the end, the only part of him that went numb completely was his arm that was held by the dark elf. With his good hand, bracer and all, he thrust his dagger at the elf's exposed shoulder. The weapon was knocked aside as Soran managed to move his dagger up to block the attack. Both blades screamed against each other until they locked on their hilts.

Looking up for a mere second, Talon yelled at the dark elf, Lyuze, "Move!"

Dropping from the sky was Vy, the large imposing form of the dragon coming in for a sharp landing right in the dark street. Talon disengaged himself from Soran at the last moment as Vy dropped down and snapped his large jaws at the man. The shadows shifted, telling Talon that somehow, this man had a connection to Riena. That, or the man was tainted in dark magic, which was probably more likely.

"Seem's I've been outmatched, again. I'll see you soon, assassin," the voice from the darkness uttered smoothly. Talon watched the alleyway where the man had gone for a while longer before turning to Vy and Lyuze. He walked up to her and put his good hand on her shoulder, the other was barely getting feeling back.

"Thank you, but be careful next time," he said and patted her shoulder before walking away to gather Whiskers. Tapping her back gently, he got her attention as she'd been deep in thought and had missed what had transpired entirely. Though, Talon was sure that Vy's landing most likely got her attention. It was hard to miss a dragon landing in the vicinity.

"If you're ready, we should be going now. I can't delay any longer in getting them back."

Vier

Her eyebrow raised as he explained to her why he'd chosen to offer her this chance rather than just finish out their fight. It was an interesting aspect of judgment, something she never would have thought of. The bone fell into his hand and he crushed it into nothing more than dust and she eyed him carefully. Then her smile returned as he spoke.

"We break you down and we start from the beginning. The story's beginning, the magic's beginning, your new beginning. You'd best hold on tight."

Without warning, he wrapped his arm around her and held her tightly against him. Startled by this intrusion of space that she had not planned on, she gasped slightly. Though the gasp could have been mistaken for a bit of fear as they were suddenly dropping from the sky. However, she wasn't afraid of the fall, she was thrilled by it to say the least. Her eyes looked down to where they were shooting towards and all she saw was a mound of earth. For a moment she thought that it was a simple illusion that they would go through, but Thane began speaking again, something that sounded almost poetic. Beneath them, the earth split opened at the end of his words. Dragon and all fell down into the mouth of the earth and the beast reared up, dragging his wings hard to stop their fall.

Above her, Vier looked to see a different sky than the one she knew and she took in a small breath of amazement. Never had she seen such a place in all her life. The power that she'd felt when passing through the purple smoke was astonishing and played with her senses. He released her as they landed and she leaned back to gaze at where she'd been taken. The place was like it's own world entirely. A grin spread across her face as she sat there on the saddle atop the slightly shifting and growling dragon.

"Hope you enjoyed the trip."

Turning she lowered her dark eyes to him and smiled wickedly. Vier ran her tongue across her lips as she leaned forward, using her body language as an emphasis on her feelings, "Very much so," she purred to him and gracefully got herself down to the ground. Standing, she sidled up to the tall man and ran her finger up his arm and chest as she grinned at him, "What's next?"

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Rania Birviel Character Portrait: Lyuze Pyren Character Portrait: Olivia Wildbane

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---Locien---

Unsure if Jennifer was asleep or unconscious Locien rolled his eyes as he lifted her off her feet and started to walk along the road to the city. As he was walking towards Kingsburrow the nagging thoughts of the Seeker interrupted him. "There is more to Domieen then meets the eye. Be careful the next time you meet him Locien Kestal. Unprepared, he may kill you and steal your amulet."

"That's if he can try to take the amulet away. It'll brand him just the same." Locien replied silently to the god that always haunted him, always gave him a job to do during the wanderings. He didn't want the seeker to do such a thing, but he was doing it to every Pride of the Seeker since the birth of the first one.

---Lyuze---

Lyuze decided to follow Talon for the sake of boredom as Zoron wasn't good company during the time given. When they came to Olivia and she heard of Talon's demand of going. "Wait, we don't even know where they're based, how many we're going to deal with, and plus the odds of getting out alive! You can't just barrel into it without thinking about it first 'Lord' V'lyn you have to plan first! Your father would've."

Zoron poked his head out of the side of the building to look at Lyuze for a moment as she was giving her rant. He wished he'd stop her but he didn't have the authority since his loyalty only was to Locien, wherever he was.

"I mean, I know my brother would've planned it before doing a prison break, but making it up as you go is crazy! I mean you might as well throw your life away doing it!" Lyuze shouted angrily.

"Funny, that's how all my prison breaks work, make it up as I go, and have a little faith in my good deity." A voice that made Lyuze jump in a startled way cut in as the owner of said voice walked toward them carrying a semi-asleep woman in his arms.

"You're late!" Zoron angrily roared at his rider. "You stupid idiot! What happened at Ro'ell and where in the thousand realms of Drezia were you?!"

"Whoa, easy boy. I'll try to explain right after I had a nice cold drink of ale in my stomach and a hot meal to boot. In the meantime, can someone take this off my hands? She's been out of it since we came." Locien stated to the others before speaking sarcastically about Jennifer's exhausted condition. "In the meantime where is Madam Birviel? I'm sure she's as worried sick as you all are."

---Rania---

Page after page and book after book, Rania tried to read through most of the ancient elvahn books to try and make sense about how Locien's ancestry would be linked to the reason the true dragons wanted to drag him back into whatever shadows they come from. Frustrated she threw the book she was reading down in frustration.

"Nothing on why Locien would be so darn special! He just has one little thing, a title even, and that makes people want to give an excuse to kill him or capture him! Why is it that one man, one dark elf would attract so much attention that he has to wade through it like dragon dung?!" Rania ranted in her head as she took another book and started to read that book to try and figure out what would cause Locien to live in a solitary and lonely existence. "It just makes no sense."

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"Seeker greets you scum of the Earth, for I am Casshern, come to remind those who think themselves above death."

Jennifer felt her body falling as her pale chin was wrenched free from Domieen’s claws by Locien. The sudden jolt of motion left the entire left side of her neck and jaw with nothing but the raw sensation of burning as Domieen’s razor edged fingers gouged a bloody gash, collecting her flesh on her way down. Including the cuts from the castle in Ro’ell, that was seven cuts across her left side now, running from cheek to neck. Fortunately, the blades missed her vital arteries, leaving only trickles of bright red blood to run down her neck and shoulders. The faint sting of pain was like a distant cry in the night. It invoked memories of her harsh lessons as a child, hours spent feeling the excruciating pain of the whip as her trainers goaded her to perfect her healing magic. Oh how her father would reprimand her if he were to see her current state. Jennifer was almost too tired for the pain or surprise to register to her as green flames licked over the floors and walls of the room, illuminating the dark cell with a flickering lime hued light. Dark, black hair fell messily over her round features as Locien’s arm caught her by the waist, arresting her fall.

"It's been a pleasant visit Domieen, sorry we can't stay, but I have a schedule to keep. Master! Summon me to the place where our companions are!"

The unnatural flames grew alarming closer, congregating around Locien’s feet before extending its tendrils around them as his deep voice boomed across the room. Amazingly, no intense pain of burning followed like she'd anticipated. Nothing but warmth embraced her fully, a comforting touch which rippled over her cold, silky skin. Jennifer’s muscles relaxed at the false sense of security before her awareness shot the tension bright back into her shoulders. Her brown eyes risked a final glance in the direction of Domieen, pleading for a sliver of information. The revelation she was greeted with was far more shocking, causing her eyes to widen. The inhuman features which rested beneath the hood inspired a thrill of terror all across her spine. The dread managed to snake its way into a grin which spread thinly over her cheeks even as Locien’s magic whisked them to safety.

"Farewell for now Dragonslave. Next time we meet, let's not be so hostile and just have a drink of Icefire brew."

Noting the dark elf’s sarcasm, Jennifer would have broken out in laughter if not for her complete lack of energy. The crackling fire around them seemed to reach a crescendo before exploding in a brilliant flash of white light. Following it, the world around them warped instantly and before she realised it the scenery around them had changed. Seems like she wouldn't get to meet the guild today after all. Wet mud soaked the underside of her blouse, dirtying her clothes as she rested against the new ground. Willfully, she sucked in large breaths of fresh air, her lungs welcoming the clean oxygen with open arms. The receding patter of boots indicated that Locien had stumbled away. Jennifer wondered if he’d abandoned her until something acidic wrinkled her nose.

"So, what the fel do we do now Jen?"

Jennifer’s only reply was to sigh softly as darkness embraced her fully, her eyes closing as fatigue finally won over her consciousness.

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Talon V'lyn

"Wait, we don't even know where they're based, how many we're going to deal with, and plus the odds of getting out alive! You can't just barrel into it without thinking about it first 'Lord' V'lyn you have to plan first! Your father would've."

At the mention of his father, Talon whirled around to face the dark elf that was shouting at him. He was confused at her sudden anger, but it didn't really register as his own temper flared as well. He watched her, his eyes narrowed dangerously and his teeth grinding.

"Watch who you're speaking to woman," he growled, "You didn't even know my father. If you don't like it, then you can stay here! But I'm not standing around any longer," he shouted back.

Talon, watch your temper now, Vy started but didn't finish as Lyuze continued.

"I mean, I know my brother would've planned it before doing a prison break, but making it up as you go is crazy! I mean you might as well throw your life away doing it!"

"Then make your damned plan, elf. I'm not waiting for you to come up with something," he ground back, taking several steps towards her, his gaze looking down at her slightly as he stood just a bit taller than her. He wasn't quite at the point of shaking her, but she was pushing his limits.

"Funny, that's how all my prison breaks work, make it up as I go, and have a little faith in my good deity," the voice belonged to Locien.

Turning Talon caught the man's gaze and gave a sharp intake of breathe. In his arms was Jennifer, looking paler than ever and out cold. Forgetting Lyuze completely, he rushed up to the dark elf and the mage that he held. His eyes locked on her, but he spoke to Locien all the same.

"Are you alright? How did you escape? What happened? What's wrong with her?" His chest tightened as he looked at her, scratches lining her cheek down to her neck, the crimson staining her pale skin and shirt. Gently, he reached over and pulled the shirt aside to see if there was more damage done to her. All he saw was what looked to be a bite mark around the soft skin of her shoulder. His eyes narrowed at the mark, his throat clenching, making it hard to breathe properly. Looking up to Locien he gave the man a short nod and took the woman from his grasp.

Talon held her tightly against him as he turned around and looked at the others. When he spoke, he was mostly speaking to Locien, but the words carried to everyone that was present, "I'll find an inn, we'll stay there and recuperate," his eyes shot over his shoulder to the dark elf, "Tell me everything when we get there."

Without waiting, Talon started down the street in search of an inn for them to rest at. It was almost daybreak, but that didn't matter. Behind them, Vy took off into the sky and returned to the barracks that were meant for dragons. It was hard to maneuver around in the small streets. The silver dragon sent his companion one last offer of sympathy before returning to the larger area. In the mean time, the assassin soon found a place for them to stay and walked in with Jennifer cradled in his grasp.

"Two rooms, please," he asked the innkeeper. If they needed more, he would get more, but for now he assumed it was only going to be Jennifer and Locien sleeping and taking a rest. After buying the rooms, he took the unconscious mage up the stairs carefully and opened the door to the room he was given. Laying her gently upon the bed, he moved to the wash bucket that was filled with water already and took the cloth that lay beside it. Dunking the cloth in the water, he wrung it out and laid it over her forehead.

Then he started working on cleaning the cuts along her face and neck, using a separate cloth for that. Soon the water was red with her blood and the cloth no longer white as well. Seated on her bed, he leaned over and brushed her hair from her face, his lips pulling into a frown as he gazed at her.

Why can't she be this peaceful all the time? He thought to himself.

You would miss it if she were, Vy butt in.

I didn't ask you.

Nevertheless. Its true isn't it?

Talon sighed and ignored Vy. Instead he waited for Locien to come and inform him of what had happened as he waited for her to regain consciousness.

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Jennifer Live

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Soft fabric cushioned her backside, supporting her entire body comfortably. After her time spent restlessly crucified to the wall in cell, the sensation she felt now was akin to lying on thick layers of cozy wool. Reluctant to return back to reality, Jennifer forced her eyelids open. Her long lashes blinked repeatedly as she came to, irises flickering briefly over her surroundings with a sort of casual ease that came from years of sleeping just about anywhere. Before her sights could even validate her suspicions, the utter lack of wind informed her that she’d been moved inside again. Mildly, she wondered if she’d been recaptured, her tension building until the room’s features began to define themselves.

With embroidered curtains drawn to the sides, a pair of casement windows shined the outside sun over her, making her cheeks appear buttery as the light heated her skin. Jennifer stirred with a quiet groan as her brown eyes retracted, taking several seconds to adjust to the sudden brightness. She realised the room likely belonged to an inn. Functional wooden furnishings lined the walls of the interior, but there was nothing decorative so as to dissuade potential thieves. There were no personal effects either. No picture frames or loose items of sentiment. A sharp sting caused her to wince, the scarred side of her face rubbing against the pillow case as she turned over to look around. Only a wash bucket lay besides the bed, the liquid murky with a brown-red tinge she suspected was her own.

Talon’s athletic frame obscured the rest of her vision, his dark cloak and rigid uniform softened by the look of concern he directed at the doorway, as if waiting for something. She almost surprised herself with the feeling of relief which crept into her. The reassurance of his distinguishable scar carefully concealed by strategic locks of black hair which fell over his forehead left her momentarily speechless. Judging by the rags of cloth folded around the rim of the pail, she guessed he must’ve cleaned her up during her sleep as well. Watching the young assassin in silence for a moment, Jennifer pondered what his thoughts where before rising up from the bed, elbows straight and palms spread open to sustain herself upright.

“This is an unusual reversal of roles. You're usually the one injured and i'm the one who usually has to save you,” she commented, grinning wryly. The motion wrinkled the scars on her cheeks, causing them to sting again. Ignoring the itchy irritation, she elevated her gaze towards Talon, her attention focusing entirely upon the young assassin. “So, did you enjoy my show in Ro’ell? I didn't expect to see you again, not without having a blade point at me at least.”

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He startled out of his thoughts as the mage moved behind him. She propped herself up on her forearms, her wry smile pulling back her lips and no doubt pulling the wounds as well. With a soft frown, Talon turned to her and gently pushed her back down on the bed as she spoke. His own lips were pulling into a smile at the first part of her sentence, the irony of having to tend to her when indeed it was usually the other way around.

However, as she spoke the last part his smile faded. Her brown eyes were glinting as she gazed at him, almost like she were measuring his reaction. His hand tightened around her shoulder, his body becoming rigid as he was leaning over her, almost straddling her. Talon glowered down at her, his grey-blue eyes turning to steel as he stared at her unable to speak as the memory of what had happened in the palace flooded his mind.

"I wonder sometimes, Jennifer. Do you have a death wish? Is that why you taunt me endlessly?" His eyes flicked between hers as he glared at her, his jaw set firmly. Then he released her, sighing as he sat back down in the position he'd been in before she had sat up.

Running a hand through his hair he leaned back slightly, popping his back to ease the tension that had formed there, "It doesn't matter anymore," he said heavily as he released the pent up air in his lungs, "The King is still alive, no matter how much he deserves to have a knife in his back. That's all that matters. You're still alive as well," he turned to her, his eyes back to their blue-grey, "And that's all that matters now too."

With a short laugh he stood abruptly, "Well, at least that's what matters to me. I don't think it's the same for you is it? I could be lying in a pool of my own blood one of these days and you would only have that smile on your face. Get some sleep, we'll most likely be leaving tomorrow," Talon finished and left the room. Closing the door gently he let out a sigh, though his chest felt tight for some strange reason. He leaned against her door, his eyes downcast as he stared at the floor. He felt heavy, heavier than usual.

Are you alright?

Fine, Talon replied shortly to the dragon's question.

Alright.

The assassin was grateful for his dragons silence. He didn't wish to think about it, or dwell on it any longer. So he shook his head slightly, ran his hand through his hair again and decided to go look for Locien to get the details of what had happened. He was hopeful that the dark elf would have some information for him regarding Domieen and his lackeys, the True Dragons. Depending on what he learned from Locien would depend on where they went next. That is, if his brace didn't act up randomly.

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Locien took in Talon's reaction to his sudden arrival, he was watching him as he looked at Jennifer whilst bombarding the dark elf with questions. His mind briefly flashed to a similar moment in his life, the moment when his old life, looking at it from Talon's shoes, fell apart around him. "I'll explain everything Talon, just meet me at the Inn, I'm getting a drink and some food. Haven't eaten in hours." he said as Talon took Jennifer and ran off to the Inn. As he turned he was met with a slap in the face. He calmly sighed and looked at the person who slapped him.

Lyuze was wearing an angry look, but tears were brimming around her eyelids. She was obviously both glad, and angry, that the man who killed her brother was still alive. "You could've left her behind, saved your own sorry butt. But no, the little voice in your head that's been there since you left your clan wouldn't let you! If only you gained it while you were fighting my brother! You could've spared him!" She started as she angrily yelled at him for his conscience. "But I'm here, lets fight here and now! You can kill me and send me to him! Take me and destroy me! Why won't you let me or any that chase you just catch and kill you like the murderer you are!" As she said those final words she sent an angry punch towards his head.

Locien diverted the punch to hit him in the guts instead. "You wouldn't believe, how many times I kept thinking the same things. My own mind transformed during the fight with your brother. But he and I both knew our employers expected only one of us to walk away alive. To disobey our contracts meant both our deaths anyway." Locien started to walk away from her, a bit more slowly due to the fact the punch she delivered was a hard one. "Think on that, but we'll talk later in a room at the Inn. I'll meet you there, when I'm done talking to Talon."

As he left Lyuze clenched her fists, still upset at him. But she still had more the chance now to avenge her brother's death later on. She'd confront him in one of the territories she had an area of expertise in. She slowly smiled at that realization, but then to a surprised look that turned her cheeks to a purple color. "Why am I thinking those thoughts now? When I'm close to killing him?! Am I... losing my touch as an assassin, or am I really? No impossible! I wouldn't dare with him! Even if he was the last Drow on earth!"

---Rania---

Rania was close to giving up on her research but she then discovered a strange book she swore never showed up before. She picked it up and stared at it. "The tales of the First Drow, by C.K?" She read aloud in a confused manner. She opened it up to the first page and started to read it.

"A fascinating read." stated a watching Librarian. "The one of Very few copies that tell the story of the Drow and the Elves when they used to be one race, from the perspective of an outcast. Quite a dark beginning as we watch the main character grow up with people scorning him. I forget his name, but it's the same name as the author."

---Meanwhile at the Inn---

"Icefire brew, and a meal consisting of the most delectable of choice cut meat, dashed in your best spices, topped off with a side of biscuits." Locien said to one of the barmaids as she jotted down the order and went to the bartender as Locien waited.

"Are you going to explain soon about where the fel you were when you got stolen?" Zoron said to his charge angrily as he waited outside with the other dragons.

"All in good time my friend, for now I am hungry. Breaking out of a dungeon under the effects of the Amulet is hungering." Locien sighed as he said this to his dragon and ran his fingers through his hair. His stomach growled as he did so as he stared at it with one eyebrow raised. "I wish the meal came faster." Locien muttered to himself. At that instant he saw the dish of food and drink delivered to him just as he spotted Talon again. He waved him over. "Come join me Talon, you're just in time for a spot of dinner." he stated to the side as he worked on eating the food and drink as best as possible. "Also, forgive Lyuze of her outburst. It's the nature of the Pyren clan to desire for intelligence gathering and reconnaissance for every mission handed to them, to guarantee the best odds in their favor." as he said this he took a big gulp of the contents of his pint and burped loudly. "Pardon."

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Talon’s firm grip found its way to her shoulder quickly, restraining her from upper body from any further activity. She felt the solid mattress through the clothes on her back again as the assassin eased her into a horizontal position once again with a gentle push. His tanned face held a small smirk at first, a mild manner of mirth dancing in his blue-grey eyes, but his gaze seemed to harden upon recollecting her last comment.

Jennifer showed no indication of her unease as Talon’s fingers tightened their hold around her shoulder, exhibiting a strength that would have easily overpowered hers. Clearly the young assassin was distraught. He ended up leaning over her, his entire core blotting out the sunlight pouring in through the windows and smothering her with his shadow. Observing his facial features with her carefree smile, Jennifer’s eyes were able to discern both his disgust and annoyance from the way his body stiffened with tension.

"I wonder sometimes, Jennifer. Do you have a death wish? Is that why you taunt me endlessly?" he said at long last in reply. His grim set features never left her face as his jaw muscles worked rigidly to express his grievances. This wasn’t one of his passing remarks or simple reprimands like usual. Talon seemed genuinely fed up.

“Sometimes that’s just the most effective method of acquiring what I want,” she cooed, lying back in the bed motionless.

His constricting hand finally relented as he leaned back into his previous position, exposing her to the daylight once more. The assassin ran his fingers through his hair in a gesture of frustration, "It doesn't matter anymore. The King is still alive, no matter how much he deserves to have a knife in his back. That's all that matters. You're still alive as well. And that's all that matters now too." Talon heaved a sigh, regarding her more softly. He stood up then with a small chuckle, "Well, at least that's what matters to me. I don't think it's the same for you is it? I could be lying in a pool of my own blood one of these days and you would only have that smile on your face. Get some sleep, we'll most likely be leaving tomorrow."

Indeed she did smile a lot. In fact Jennifer still maintained her cartoony smirk even as Talon strode to the door without giving her a chance to reply. Only once the door slammed shut, masking his black cloak behind a wooden facade, did she allow her expression to drop. Her small hand clenched over her chest, crinkling the white cloth of her blouse as she stared up at the roof blankly.

“I don’t know what I’d do myself,” she exhaled wistfully.

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City Kingsburrow

Talon's eyebrow rose as he listened to Rania, though he didn't get much out of her as they stepped into the inn and made their way up to Jennifer's room. With Locien seated outside the door, Rania seemed to go into a frenzy, thus reminding the young assassin that he'd forgotten to tell the elf of current events. As Locien turned his deep purple gaze on him, he reached up and ran his hand through his hair and gave a soft shrug in response.

"No, I don't tend to keep secrets, I just didn't have the time. Just met up with her right now," he replied softly. Though he wasn't sure if his words were heard as Rania launched into a rampage, her voice rising as she glared at the dark elf. Talon rolled his eyes and heaved a heavy sigh, though when he was about to yell at Rania to tone her self down, Locien answered her tonelessly and that -for the moment- seemed to quite her.

"Talon, please tell me what you found besides what I consider very old news, if you will."

The assassin didn't miss the underlying hint in the words and his gaze flicked to Rania for a moment before turning to the elf, "Lets go inside first, I don't wish to repeat myself too many times today. We should all hear this," he said and opened the door to Jennifer's room.

Once everyone was inside and settled, Talon leaned against the wall next to the window with his arms crossed over his chest. For a moment he stood there silently, staring out into the city as the sun was beginning to make it's course to the western part of the sky. The shadows were lengthening, the air cooling down. Finally he took a breath and began speaking.

"Perhaps Jennifer is well versed in our history, the elves too. However, for the rest of us, we've lost many details to the war that happened between the four dragon God's at the beginning of time. History is lost over the years and much of it forgotten, but there are probably still some that remember it well enough I suppose. Anyway, I went to the library to find out a few things, one of them being this bracelet," he pulled the sleeve up and showed the others the silver band around his wrist.

Letting the dark cloth fall back to cover most of his hand, he continued, "Ieer, Ki, Barthomel and Domieen were the names of the four dragon Gods. Ieer was a white dragon, Ki was red and Domieen was black. Barthomel was orange, a strange color to say the least and his demise is probably the reason we do not see orange dragons. Yellow and gold yes, but not a true orange. Each dragon held a piece of unique armor that was filled with their Godly power. Ki had a necklace that was wrapped around his spikes on his forehead, Barthomel had a chest piece with a single jewel in it, Domieen had claw guards like a gauntlet and finally, Ieer had a brace wrapped around his tail. These items were said to have been lost when the battle was over, but how much of that is true..." Talon shrugged.

"The brace is more than likely that of Ieer's, and it's still very powerful. The one thing that gives us an advantage is the visions it brings me, almost like it can see into the future. Next on my list of to do at the library, the name Domieen. He's utterly powerful, too powerful to be human. Locien has told me that he is not what he seems and I must agree. That man... no, he's not a man, that creature is most likely the dragon God Domieen," he fell silent, letting his words sink in.

"Now, before you ask, I don't know why he's trying to raise Barthomel, the history books have nothing on the finer details of the war back then. However, I think it's safe to sa-"

In the middle of his sentence the brace exploded in light, wrapping all around his body and illuminating the room. Talon dropped, his breath gone as he fought the rush of immense power that burned through him. Images pulsed through his mind, a black dragon circling the sky over a bright city of red stone and brick. A forest surrounded it's walls, tucked in the hills of the land. After a few moments, several other black dragons joined the single creature and they all unified. Next, they dived the city, flames raining down and were soon met by the white and red dragon Gods whom Talon knew now as Ki and Ieer. In the next second the black dragon Domieen joined in on the fighting, though this time he wasn't fighting against the other black winged beasts, he was fighting with them. The vision zoomed in on Ieer and Domieen as they came hurtling towards each other. Talon's body shuddered as they each collided and the vision faded.

Falling forward, he braced himself with one hand, the other curled around his forearm in an iron grip. A harsh cough burned his throat and he tasted copper in his mouth. A thin trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his lips as he sat there taking deep breathes. The brace crackled, the white lightening slowly fading away to nothing at all. Turning his head slightly, he met with everyone's gaze.

"This city... is next," he muttered.

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Jennifer startled as Talon lead their little entourage of adventurers through the doorway of her room. The sound of multiple boot steps padded the floor as each respective member too their positions. Talon settled down first, leaning against the wall next to the window so that the sunlight failed to directly pass onto him. The young assassin’s nimble frame meshed with the shadows without effort it seemed. Locien came next; his stony face impassive as ever. Yet hidden behind the mask was a bristling fury she knew was prone to exploding violently from past experience. Following him was Lyuze, conflicted, confused but still somehow deadly. However, the dark elf woman’s appearance was also entirely overwhelmed by the radiating aura of Rania and the wood elf behind her, Whiskers. They brought to the table their inquisitive minds and fierce combative skills. Both were elves of the fairer kind, though one was clearly more adept at the later.

She had to admit, the single bedroom felt awfully cramped with the presence of every individual squashed within it. Jennifer shuffled herself into a more comfortable position on top of the mattress, her brown eyes still lined with weariness. Sunset painted the room with a reddish hue, exacerbating the somber mood of the discussion. Parting her dark fringe from her eyes, the illusion mage sat upright, rubbing her back up against the head rail.

"Perhaps Jennifer is well versed in our history, the elves too. However, for the rest of us, we've lost many details to the war that happened between the four dragon God's at the beginning of time. History is lost over the years and much of it forgotten, but there are probably still some that remember it well enough I suppose. Anyway, I went to the library to find out a few things, one of them being this bracelet," Talon began once he sensed that they were all comfortable. The young assassin had clearly done some research, his explanations revealing what she was already beginning to suspect after escaping from Domieen’s cell. That Domieen could somehow be the black dragon of the past, as little sense as that made to her.

Her thoughts came to a sudden halt as white light poured into the pour, illuminating the dark corners of the room and blinding her temporarily. Jennifer forced her eyes shut, already realising that the magical explosion had originated from Talon’s brace. Upon the young assassin being released from the grips of the brace’s power and thrown to the ground with a heavy thud, her suspicions were confirmed. "This city... is next," Talon huffed in alarm, his deep breaths filling the room with despair.

Jennifer smiled down at him with the face of a curious cat, smirk wide and head cocked to the side so that her short hair cascaded over her right shoulder. Though appearing carefree, her brown eyes sparkled once again with the thrill of the coming battle. “Well done my dear little assassin. I didn’t think you had it within yourself to read,” She rolled her eyes, her venomous tone returning to torment him, “That said, our situation remains the same. You were at Ro’ell during our last adventure, remind me again how exactly you helped the city and its inhabitants? Oh, you tried to protect one of the city's greatest criminals. Though, i am grateful for the sentiment.”

Her tiny shoulders shrugged in that mockingly helpless fashion once more, “They might as well have given that bracelet to a dog for all the good you’ve been doing with the visions. Perhaps a better question is why was a guild of assassins entrusted with safekeeping such a priceless artifact. One would've thought guarding a stolen trinket of the white dragons the business of the elves,” Jennifer said, carefully resting her chin against her left hand so as to avoid her scars.

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Rania Birviel Character Portrait: Lyuze Pyren Character Portrait: Olivia Wildbane

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Locien, Lyuze and Rania listened to everything Talon had to say. Zoron gave a growl in Locien's head when it was mentioned that Domieen is most likely a dragon god. Locien only gave a sigh. "Well well, looks like you have your hands full Locien." Locien flinched visibly at the sound of the Seeker's voice. "I think you've been neglecting your status as Pride of the Seeker for too long. It should be high time to, go back into business."

"I've been doing what you've been asking me for thirty years." Came the only reply Locien could give at the moment. Rania however, was shaking visibly. "Then how are we supposed to beat Domieen and Barthomel if he succeeds in reawakening him?" was her only question before Talon's bracer glowed white and was giving him pain. Locien went to make sure Talon was alright before widening his eyes at the sound of Talon's voice about Kingsburrow.

Lyuze's eyes widened. "Why here? What good can come of ransacking Kingsburrow if it's not part of the Three Powers? This place is filled with innocent people!" Locien's face turned into a very angered one as he felt a twinge in his fingers, tempting his hand to reach the Amulet and activating it's full power. "Locien!" Zoron shouted, snapping the male drow back to his senses.

"We need to either get the people to hide, or run or get them to a safer location, then get ready for a fight, or we just leave, cause I don't think Jennifer is going to want to go for round two with Domieen. Neither do I, unless I want to risk my control over the Amulet's power by going all in." Locien said. "Either those, or we get help, lots and lots of help."

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“Well done my dear little assassin. I didn’t think you had it within yourself to read. That said, our situation remains the same. You were at Ro’ell during our last adventure, remind me again how exactly you helped the city and its inhabitants? Oh, you tried to protect one of the city's greatest criminals. Though, i am grateful for the sentiment.”

Talon's head shifted slightly to look at her from his position on the ground. He didn't react though, no anger no rage at her words. Only a soft look that really held no emotion at all to her harsh words.

“They might as well have given that bracelet to a dog for all the good you’ve been doing with the visions. Perhaps a better question is why was a guild of assassins entrusted with safekeeping such a priceless artifact. One would've thought guarding a stolen trinket of the white dragons the business of the elves,” Jennifer continued, her voice cold as usual, holding the same deep taunting that he'd come to expect from her at all times. Even so, his chest twisted slightly, a strange feeling overriding what would have usually been anger at her.

Talon turned away, feeling a hand on his back and recognizing Locien's voice right next to him, "We need to either get the people to hide, or run or get them to a safer location, then get ready for a fight, or we just leave, cause I don't think Jennifer is going to want to go for round two with Domieen. Neither do I, unless I want to risk my control over the Amulet's power by going all in. Either those, or we get help, lots and lots of help."

Leaning back, he put his hand on the dark elf's shoulder, giving him a smile that was slightly forced. Reaching up, he wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with his sleeve and slowly got to his feet. With a deep breath he looked out into the fading sunlight, the orange rays like fire across the city. He frowned then before speaking.

"We'll evacuate all that we can and then we'll leave," he said shortly.

Talon... Vy started but didn't finish as the assassin's mind blocked him out entirely. Though he couldn't hear the dragons words, he could feel his irritation and anxiety.

"We'll start here and spread out through the city. Once you've done all you can head back to the barracks and leave immediately. We'll meet in Vaye. I know it'll be a lot of work, but it's the only choice we have. We have to keep them from getting what they want. They're raising Barthomel through blood and magic. The less they kill, the less chance they have of raising him," Talon turned his grey-blue eyes to Lyuze then, "We'll deal with Barthomel and Domieen when it comes to that. Right now lets focus of saving this city."

As he finished his gaze fell on Jennifer. He almost wanted to say something to her in response to her cold tone and taunting, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. It was as he'd thought in the first place, so he decided to leave it be. No need to bring further feelings into an already dying situation. Besides... if what the book had said was true... Talon shook his head ever so slightly and pushed those dark thoughts aside.

Moving, he sat on the very edge of her bed and reached out to take her hand. He didn't look at her directly as he did so, "Locien told me about the parasite in Laowlee. The other reason I went to the library was to find a way to restore what you've lost. With the bracelet, I can do that," he said and with a bit of concentration on what he wanted, the silver bracelet warmed on his skin and a soft white light illuminated his arm and hers. He could feel the energy rushing from his body to hers, it almost felt good the way it was leaving him, like he'd had too much of it to begin with. He kept it up until he started to feel a little light headed and tired. Only then did he let the light die and released her hand. Standing he turned away from her and headed to the door.

"You should sleep, though it's up to you," then he turned his voice to the others, "Lets get going, the sooner we get everyone warned and out of here the better."

Talon led the way down the stairs and started with the bartender, telling the man that they had just gotten word of an attack heading to Kingsburrow. The assassin also told him to warn his patrons and to leave the city as soon as possible. The man stared at him wide eyed for some time before everything sunk in and he bustled about the inn in a hurry. Once he was outside, Talon turned to the others in his company and motioned that he would head towards the northern part of the city.

"Spread out, it'll go faster. Once you've reached the end of your part go back to the barracks and leave as soon as you can," his eyes settled on Lyuze and Whiskers, knowing they did not have a dragon to ride. "One of you go with Rania, the other with Locien. I'll come back for Jennifer when I'm done."

With that said, he turned and started off down the street to the northern part of the city. He stopped at each house, each merchant stand and every inn on his way. Each person he encountered he told the same thing. He was beginning to hear whispers of the news as he moved, and he could only hope that all that he told believed him and would heed his warnings.

As he was making his way to another home, the street growing ever darker with people on the move back to their homes or to their dragons, he felt a sharp pain through his chest and he stumbled. Turning from his course, he went into an alleyway and doubled over. The silver band pulsed, white electricity racing up his arm in retaliation. Once it faded, he was on his knees one hand clutching his chest and he coughed horribly. In the next moment, a pool of blood spilled from his mouth onto the cobblestones.

Talon!? This isn't good...

I'm fine Vy.

Damn liar. What is it you're planning?

What do you mean?

You know damn well what I mean.

I'm doing what I can to save the people here. That's what I'm planning.

Liar, the dragon growled deeply.

Stop your fussing and be ready to leave, alright?

The dragon didn't answer and Talon wiped at his mouth as he leaned back. His face was twisted in that of irritation as he stood up and started back down his pathway, continuing to warn everyone that he could get a hold of.

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Rania Birviel Character Portrait: Lyuze Pyren

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Smiling as she leaned forwards in anticipation of his habitual reprimands, Jennifer was surprised by the assassin’s utter lack of response instead. There wasn’t a single indication of the young man’s feelings, no words nor even a slight twitch of his eyes. She stared at him curiously, her sharp gaze narrowing at his wiry, yet muscular frame. Talon’s face was sober as he simply returned her look, his blue-grey eyes descending to hers slowly without a hint of annoyance even. Tightening her grip around the rails of the bed, Jennifer frowned at herself as she tried to filter out the unfamiliar sensation within her. The knot in her stomach wasn’t the classical elation she enjoyed when watching somebody else’s misfortune, only a quite dread which compelled her concerns.

"We'll evacuate all that we can and then we'll leave," Talon confided with Locien before facing them all, "We'll start here and spread out through the city. Once you've done all you can head back to the barracks and leave immediately. We'll meet in Vaye. I know it'll be a lot of work, but it's the only choice we have. We have to keep them from getting what they want. They're raising Barthomel through blood and magic. The less they kill, the less chance they have of raising him. We'll deal with Barthomel and Domieen when it comes to that. Right now lets focus of saving this city."

He responded to her finally by approaching the edge of her bed. “Wait..what are you?” Jennifer lurched back, startled by the sudden warmth of his hands.

"Locien told me about the parasite in Laowlee. The other reason I went to the library was to find a way to restore what you've lost. With the bracelet, I can do that," the assassin explained. She shifted her brown eyes to watch his face, feeling the edges of her cheeks becoming heated by his generosity. The warmth of his hand took form in the shape of a glowing white light, forcing her to shield herself lest she be blinded. Like a surge of electricity, the brace’s magical energy invaded her body, forcing its way in and flooding her senses with power. Jennifer gritted her teeth until the feeling subsided, the phenomenon leaving her with a faint prickling over the exposed portions of her skin, akin to that of static electricity. Gasping for air after the white light faded, Jennifer felt like she’d been struck by a bull as her body fought to adjust to the sudden changes.

"You should sleep, though it's up to you. Let’s get going, the sooner we get everyone warned and out of here the better."

His words knocked her back into reality and for a moment she felt the urge to call out to him but failed as only a series of hoarse coughs escaped her lungs. By the time she’d recovered from the shock, the others had already departed. Jennifer cursed and stood up unsteadily, her bare feet touching the cold surface of the floorboards. Slipping into her boots, she slammed the door open before rushing towards the library.

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

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

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

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“Locking the doors isn’t going to protect the books from a fire,” Jennifer rolled her eyes.

The invisible mage sat crouched down behind the doorway, observing the librarian with a playful expression as he frantically worked to lock the doors, jiggling and twisting the key left to right in his hands. Somehow or another, Talon and the others had succeeded. A mass, panicked migration had taken hold of most of the city like a fever, its cautionary souls apparently heeding the desperate warnings of the group. Since leaving the inn, Jennifer had navigated her way into the closest library. As luck would have it, it just so happened to hold the main collection of the Kingsburrow’s books also. Signs of frantic activity littered the floors in the form of discarded parchments and open tomes.

Startled by the cruel inclination of her tone, the middle-aged man whirled around to address the intrusion. Jennifer only allowed her illusionary magic to wear off then. Her unnerving smile appeared face to face before the librarian, her smirk a sharp knife in the dark. Something about her scarred, cheerful expression made the man’s eyes grow wide with instinctive fear.

“What are you doing here?” he stuttered, “Almost everyone else is evacuating. The library is closed, we don’t have time to secure everything even.”

She leaned in with ease, her smile's proximity merely serving to increase his growing discomfort. “I’m looking for a book,” she stated, eyeing him sardonically, “Someone in black clothes visited you earlier. It was likely that he was researching history books related to the ancient dragon, Barthomel.”

The sharp crack of splintering wood followed as Jennifer sent a dozen blades into the door behind him. “Now if you’d be so kind as to guide me to the right section.”




“Here’s the section related to history. Only two men passed by here today, both of them looked at the third volume here,” the man gestured with an open palm. The agitation was beginning to make him shuffle his weight from foot to foot like his feet were on fire so Jennifer waved him off without further word, much to his relief.

Light barely seemed to reach the narrow confines between the towering shelves as Jennifer stood amidst them, bending over to pick out the librarian’s suggestion. Here the air was stale, stifling even and made her shiver involuntarily. She pulled the codex free from its perch with a light tug of her wrist before prying the covers open within her palm.

“World Fracture!” she said, summoning a glowing lantern to assist her. The mage hummed to herself as the second page revealed the book’s contents, “Now, what exactly did you discover…”

Locating the relevant chapter quickly, her fingers slipped between the pages easily, their movements following the sweeping gaze of her dark eyes as they scanned each page frugally. Certainly, the text she glanced over spoke of the history concerning Barthomel, but she already knew this. Throwing the book violently against the floor, her colorful curses echoed throughout the empty corridors. Frustration poured into her every fiber as she ran a hand over her head, already questioning her reason for being here. Why was she even concerned about him?

An empty silence overwhelmed her as she stood in quiet contemplation. Calming herself with a huff, Jennifer's ears began filtering the sounds of outside traffic seeping through windows in the absence of more immediate noises until all that remained was her thumping heartbeat. Slowly, she crouched down and methodologically picked though the book once more. It wasn’t until she reached the final pages that she began to make any progress, but what she read there was far more dreadful then her worst expectations.

“The white dragon, Ieer has his power stored in a bracer worn around the tip of his tail,” she read aloud, the words falling from her lips limply like she’d been drained off her energy once more, “The brace holds the white dragon’s power and can be binded to a mage of suitable compatibility…”

Jennifer’s heart clenched as her eyes narrowed at the final passage, “Incompatible users such as those untrained in the use of magic have been recorded suffering painful feedback and dire consequences however…Talon…”

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“World Fracture!”

Jennifer’s sharp scream rang out before the large double doors of the government building imploded with a loud bang. Fire and wood chips rained all over the pavement as she stepped through the entrance and shifted her gaze up at the night sky. Already she could hear the guttural roars of dragons and the ringing of alarm bells. Kingsburrow was coming to life behind her as its citizens desperately fled the flames of war which rose to engulf their city.

Something unnatural assaulted her entire body the moment she entered the building. Emerging out of the darkness, Domieen’s hands gripped her by the neck once again, his familiar hold attacking her in a wave of chills. “We have to stop meeting like this my dear Domieen,” she greeted him with a sarcastic smirk, “Choke me anymore and the feeling might become ingrained in me.”

"Figured out what will happen to him, have we? That's too bad, mage. Terrible that the brace fell in the hands of one so weak, one who can't handle the power of a God rushing through their veins. He put up a good fight, yes. Had he learned how to use all that power he may have stood a chance against me. However, there was a little more to it than that this time," Domieen started, his hooded face turning in a fashion which suggested he was inspecting her.

She picked out the illusion instantly and narrowed her eyes at him, her nose practically sniffing out his distorted magic. But Domieen’s deep voice drowned out her thoughts, his size easily dwarfing hers as they stood locked in place. "The look in his eyes as I took you from him last time was... perfect. His rage, his fear for having lost you. There was nothing of the sort this time. It was almost as if he'd lost the will to fight, as if he'd lost something that he cared about already. How strange, it's not like you enjoyed having him around in the first place is it? Surely he knew already what you were feeling all that time. You're a mage through and through. Mages use people and discard them when they're usefulness has come to an end."

Her grin broadened at the end of the man’s sentence, growing until it almost seemed to risk fully bisecting her silky cheeks. “You must be close by to be able to use such magic, after the leader again are we? Well, i'm happy to amuse you. That’s right Domieen. Aren’t us mages horrible? We’re arms dealers in the business of biological weapons,” Jennifer responded, a hoarse laugh escaping her lips, “We lie, we steal and we kill. We do all of that and still we can smile. Isn’t it wretched?”

The illusion paused before leaning in suddenly. Jennifer winced he whispered to her, every cruel word that spilled from his cracked lips slipped into her ears and taunted her imagination. "I told you I would bleed him dry. It's a shame he didn't last longer, but I think you and I both know why that is. It is your fault for putting him through it. You’re the reason for his lack of will to fight. He could have been stronger, he could have grown, but now he'll never get there. Congratulations, Jennifer, you've killed the assassin."

Jennifer hit the ground and ran the moment his illusion faded. Domieen’s mocking laughter was still fresh in her mind as it dogged her each step of the way. Rushing through the long hallway, she only stopped after blowing up the next set of double doors with a flick of her wrist. Puddles of blood caked the floor but Jennifer’s focus was entirely locked upon the figure of Domieen and his silvery claws which had punctured Talon's body. Her eyes widened, dread freezing her for a moment as she stared blankly at the assassin’s body. What felt like hours passed before the atrocity finally seemed to register to her.

“You bastards,” Jennifer choked. She hadn’t realised it but her tiny body had begun trembling furiously, her arms seizing up beside her. Waves of magical energy began rippling across the room, pulsing out from her shuddering frame. Finally she scowled, her usually cheerful disposition twisting into a face of disgust with which she directed not just at Domieen, but the entire world with. “Die," she stated, thrusting her invisible blades forwards.

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Domieen : Jennifer and Talon

He watched as the body of the assassin hit the ground, a small spray of blood following as he landed in his own pool. The white light of the brace seemed to die out entirely as he watched the young man. It was seconds after he'd let loose his illusion that the mage burst into the room. Her earlier grin long since gone as she entered the room and set eyes upon the assassin and Domieen. She looked utterly enraged as she took in the situation, a pleasing look of horror on her face as he observed her.

Her voice split the air as she struggled to contain herself, but to no avail. The woman's power erupted from her, rushing right at Domieen who only pulled his lips back into a cruel smile. He let his enlarged claws shrink back to their original size before raising it and deflecting the blow. Jennifer's immense power was quite honorable against his, that much he did give her. However, there was lack of thought and real concentration in it, thus lending to his easily stopping it. The magic dispelled around him, blowing the wind about furiously and knocking into many of the pillars behind him.

Jars and vases exploded upon impact, small chunks of stone flew about the room and any tables and chairs were knocked over. Domieen let his hand fall as he eyed her carefully, his twisted smile visible now as his hood had fallen back to reveal his face. The black scales reflected the light as he stood there, his bright yellow eyes slit and focused on her. As his lips parted, it was quite unusual to see them move as he spoke.

"Is that fear I see, mage? What happened to agreeing with me earlier? Don't tell me you've actually fallen in love with this worthless human," he shrugged his shoulders and sighed in mock disappointment, "No matter, you're going to join him in a matter of moments anyway."

With a flick of his wrist he sent his own power right at her, the curl of dark magic flooding the room in it's deathly grip. A power that was meant to kill upon impact. However, a flash of white light burst into existence and hit the God's power straight on, sending it upwards and into the palace ceiling. The entire building shook from the impact and sent a shower of destroyed rock down on them all. Domieen lazily looked down at Talon's body before retrieving the fallen blade that the assassin had used to stab him with earlier, and had fallen out of his wrist after Domieen had run him through with his claws.

"Still alive?" His clawed hand wrapped around the handle of the long sword as he stepped right up next to the young man who shifted ever so slightly. The bright white of the brace glowing now, but not as bright as before. "Seems that brace is the only thing keeping you alive. Don't worry, that won't last long either," as he finished speaking, he raised the weapon and drove it through the assassin's back, earning a sharp cry and a cough in response. Domieen didn't let go of the blade, his power built and he expelled it down the shaft of the weapon, through Talon and into the floor.

The young man's body tightened at the touch of the magic, lifting off the floor slightly from the brief pass of power. The magic expelled all through the palace and stretched outwards into the city. The dark mass crawled up the side of buildings, across the cobblestone streets until it had stretched all the way to the city walls. A few seconds after it faded, the city seemed to groan in response. Starting at the palace everything began to crumble, falling apart and dropping into the depths of the earth. The city streets cracked and pulled apart, buildings toppled over or fell in on themselves as the earth shuddered and shook from the immense power.

In the palace, Domieen released the handle of the blade and looked up to Jennifer with a smile, "I hope you've enjoyed Kingsburrow."

Large blocks of stone came crashing down around them as the floor pulled apart, opening up into nothing but darkness below. Domieen faded away as the marble beneath him cracked and dropped. Talon's body rolled as the earth beneath him gave way. Beneath Kingsburrow's palace were the dungeons, beneath those were caves. Water splashed as the rocks fell, filling the underground pool with rubble. Talon fell amongst it all, landing half in the water, his upper body sprawled across a large slab of marble that was tilted at an angle. Rocks splashed all around him, the destruction going further and further back into the caves.

The city crumbled, each moment that passed, the city seemed to fall down into the depths of the earth faster and faster. Finally when everything settled, it was as if Kingsburrow had never existed at all.

Vier

"Make no mistake girl," he hissed. "The old gods are dead. Not just to me. To any remaining Nephilim. To this world. Soon enough their lives will sputter out like the weakening flames they are. Their religion is base, their morals, petty and their most 'devout' followers, corrupt to the core."

Her lips curled into a cruel smile as she watched him storm away from her. For a moment, she just stood and let him get ahead of her before using a bit of her dark magic to whisk herself back to his side. She eyed him from where she strode, her lips twitching as she fought to keep her grin to a minimum.

"I was one such follower. To Domieen, who is alive and well I might add. He's raining destruction upon the upper world as we speak. His intentions to bring Barthomel back to life are quite formidable. You intend to ignore a God?" She asked, then shrugged as if she didn't really care what he intended to do either way, "Well, all that matters is I'm here now. Ready to learn as you bid, my dear Thane. I suppose here, nothing of the upper world matters. There are no Gods, no deities. A pleasant change from what I'm used to."

She grinned up at him, "Break me, mold me, make me what you need me to be, Thane. I'm more than ready," she cooed.

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Jennifer Live

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Jennifer’s senses recoiled in horror as Domieen’s hood blew back behind his head, revealing his features. The man’s presence alone was enough to make the scars of her face burn. First his reptilian eyes greeted her with its unnatural glow, yellow irises cut into angular strips between his jagged skull. The rigid black scales which replaced his skin were so utterly alien and incomprehensible that his appearance stunned her into silence and left her mouth hanging ajar. Her state of shock was only broken after black dragon spoke, his taunt spiraling her attention to him. Domieen’s speech was abnormal. His jaw seeming to move out of sync and still deliver the words at a pace she could comprehend.

"Is that fear I see, mage? What happened to agreeing with me earlier? Don't tell me you've actually fallen in love with this worthless human. No matter, you're going to join him in a matter of moments anyway." Domieen shrugged dismissively.

Hysterical laughter finally conquered her fear as Jennifer lost it. Her unwillingness to accept the reality of their situation left nothing but a muling husk as her shrill voice echoed across the hall. Masking a smirk with one hand over her face, the mage took one relentless step forwards, pumping her magic into the room. The sheer force of her power created enough pressure to crack the floor as she walked. Love? Too many years of abuse had long since corrupted the notion. She wasn’t sure she was even capable of understanding the concept anymore. Whatever Jennifer felt, she clearly didn’t care. Only the familiar sense of misery reigned supreme, guiding her every action.

Domieen retaliated with a burst of dark magic, a beam of pure shadow which crackled dangerously as it surged its way towards her. Jennifer held out a palm, prepared to meet the blast head-on in a reckless act of defiance. Before she could obliterate herself, a white light countered the black dragon’s power. The sound of a thunder clamp rocked the chambers as the two opposites ricocheted off each other and leapt towards the sky. Jennifer felt hard rock beneath her, thrown aside as she was by the sheer magnitude of such godly magic.

The mage emitted a soft groan as she crawled on all fours. Too late she saw Domieen standing over Talon with a sword held in his hand once more, "Seems that brace is the only thing keeping you alive. Don't worry, that won't last long either."

Her gaze followed the sharp edge down into Talon’s back, the horror of what she was witnessing sucking the air from her lungs. Whether she screamed or not she didn’t know it, the sound of crumbling rocks and cracking masonry too loud now to make out any discernible speech. In one final act of cruelty, Domieen released his grip from the blade and smiled mockingly before vanishing into thin air.

“World Fracture!”

Heedless of the world collapsing around her, Jennifer scrambled towards Talon as his body was engulfed by the growing crevice. Her legs carried her deftly across opening chasms as Domieen’s magic sent rocks the size of dragons crashing downwards from the roof. A hay bale shimmered into existence besides Talon, materializing just in time to cushion her fall. Leaping to clear the final few meters, she dived through the wheat stack and into the water underneath. Her lithe form collided with the liquid surface with a soft splash before resurfacing moments later. Talon lay on top of a block of marble ahead of her, his bleeding corpse half submerged in the murky cave water. Water dripped from every orifice as she clambered onto the rugged edges for support. Jennifer climbed over the assassin and threw the sword away before wrapping her hands around his arm pits.

"Please..." she cried, though was impossible to tell if the water caking her face was her own.

His body felt like a pile of wet rags, almost too heavy for her tiny frame to even lift. Yet somehow she succeeded, pulling the assassin’s corpse out of the water with a series of short grunts and exasperate sighs. The air around them suddenly vibrated with power as Jennifer summoned every ounce of magic she had. Directing her shivering fingers across his entire body like a surgeon, Jennifer worked desperately to heal his wounds.

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Rania Birviel Character Portrait: Lyuze Pyren

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Vy

His body was in pain, the fiery burn that he felt all across him was the pain that had succumb his companion. A darkness penetrated his connection to the assassin and it fueled the dread that had already begun to fill the large dragons chest. He couldn't get a response from the young human and thus had no idea exactly as to what was going on. Taking to the air, he hardly could keep flight as his body was assaulted by another wave of sheer agony. An inhuman scream filled the air as Vy dropped several feet in the sky, unable to keep flying as something else happened to Talon.

Recovering as quickly as possible, he flapped hard and gained altitude again over the city. However as he flew, there was a surge of energy and then silence right after. A few moments passed and the terrifying happened. Kingsburrow collapsed in on itself, crumbling down into dark chasms. Vy let loose a loud roar, his mind shouting for Talon as he wheeled around the epicenter of the collapse. The palace was the first place to go, dropping down into darkness, the rest of the city followed it. His sharp eyes couldn't find the human or the woman mage that he was so attached to.

Though, at the back of Vy's mind, the assassin's earlier thoughts and feelings did nothing to stem the fear in his own heart. Talon hadn't been himself since tending to Jennifer's wounds. His last conversation with her had been testament to that. The assassin hadn't planned on leaving Kingsburrow in the first place, that much Vy knew. However, there was more to it than just that as well. The large dragon gave a shake of his head and cleared his thoughts. It was becoming hard to think clearly as he couldn't feel his companion anymore and there was still the immense pain wracking through him that no doubt had Talon unconscious or worse.

As Vy dropped lower and lower, his wings having a hard time holding him, he finally decided to find the others. There was no way he could keep flying to try to get to his companion, not in the condition he was in. With a heavy heart, Vy turned and flew unsteadily to where he could feel the presence of the other dragons. Zoron and Azmirian were still in the area and judging by the lack of frenzy from them, Vy figured that the others of the group were fine.

He found them without fail and tried to land gracefully. That failed, though, as he lost all strength and came crashing down into the earth near the smaller forms of Locien, Lyuze and Rania. Sliding to a stop, his chest heaved as he sucked in large gulps of breath, his body shuddering as he lay there sprawled out. His silvery eyes were unfocused as he turned his head slowly to look down at the three young elves. His claws flexed constantly, digging into the dirt as he struggled to stay coherent enough to speak in their common tongue.

"Talon... Locien, caves... down," Vy's deep guttural voice was hard to understand, even to his own ears. It had been so long since he'd spoken aloud to any human that he'd feared he'd forgotten how. The dragon gave a harsh cough, his body seemingly burning as he lay there. Finally, unable to keep his head up any longer, he slumped down on the ground, silvery eyes sliding shut.

Talon V'lyn

There was a bit of warmth on him though he felt cold and stiff. He couldn't move, couldn't see or hear anything and for a moment Talon thought he was dead. However, the warmth next to him seemed too move and thus he figured he wasn't dead, at least not entirely. His chest burned as if he needed to draw air but couldn't quite do so. The tightness was relieved soon after and his body reacted to it. A hard cough filled his lungs and he tasted blood in his mouth, too much to be a good thing. Wincing, he took in a deep breath of air after clearing his throat of the obstructing blood.

The assassin opened his eyes slowly, only to see darkness overhead and a blurry outline of someone leaning over him. He struggled to move, but found that he was much to weak to do so. Besides that, his body burned as if he'd been torn to shreds, which probably wasn't too far from the truth. A second cough filled him, and more of the coppery taste filled his mouth, some spilling from the corner of his lips as he lay there. It was a little while after he finally could see properly. His gaze focused on Jennifer who was holding him, her other fingers working around his body and a look of pleading on her pale face.

From the way she was holding him, he was able to look down well enough to see that his upper body was indeed a mess. She'd worked her magic to its max in an attempt to heal him, and she was still pushing to finish. Most of the critical damage was healed, the holes that had been torn through him by Domieen's claws were either completely or semi healed, the deep gashes from his magic were slowly closing. His tunic was in tatters making visible his body and the leather sheathes that were connected to the shirt for his weapons.

Finding some bit of strength he reached up and took hold of her hand, the one that was working to heal him, "Stop," he managed to say hoarsely. His eyes flicked back up to her face. He gave a short laugh that was mirthless, a wry grin gently pulling at his lips, "I'd expected you... to be smiling... at this," he coughed out. He took a deep breath, swallowed hard and turned his head slowly to look around them. The caves were cold, water dripping down all around them from the devastation above. The city had crumbled into the caverns, leaving nothing but rubble and darkness. There was no way back to the top, besides Talon was sure there was nothing left up top to get to anyway.

Their only choice was to traverse the caves and hope for a way out. His eyes felt heavy as he looked around, his mind struggling to focus on what it was he had been thinking a moment before. Trying to figure a way out for them, but mostly for her sake rather than his own. Strangely, it was cold, a feeling he was unused to. It was most likely due to the massive amount of blood loss though. Every limb in his body felt stiff as he lay there. He turned his head to look up at her once more, his breathing slowing as his body began shutting down again, pulling him into more slumber.

"You should... go... find a way... out," he said to her, his own voice seemingly distant. He wasn't sure if she heard or not, nor did he hear any response as he fell back asleep in the cold darkness.

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Rania Birviel Character Portrait: Damascus Lion. Character Portrait: Lyuze Pyren Character Portrait: Moseun Zarka.

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

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

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Feeling the assassin’s cold fingers working around her hand, Jennifer jumped in surprised when Talon finally spoke. Layers of emotions washed over her then, relief and alarm amongst them upon hearing his voice. The pain he was experiencing was obvious in the way it contorted his scar and blunted the sharp edge of his usual tone to a dull rasp. Just barely able to make out his face through the all encompassing darkness, Jennifer had to lean over just to hear him.

"Stop,"

She swivelled her chin to face him, biting the bottom of her lip throughout the entire motion. Placing her brown eyes over his tattered clothes, an uncharacteristic fear refused to leave her, causing her frame to shiver uncontrollably.

"I'd expected you... to be smiling... at this," he laughed. Such a statement was something she would have expected to hear from herself rather than that straight laced assassin. She could have retorted in a million different ways yet the lump of anxiety in her throat prevented her from forming any words. Instead, the sound of his soft chuckle made her eyes turn away in guilt and annoyance. For some reason Domieen’s words haunted her, and as stupid as she knew it, she couldn’t erase the sense of shame stabbing her heart. The thought alone made her scoff in sudden bemusement.

Bowing her head so that the water drops rolled down over her pale cheeks and nose, something cross between a whimper and a laugh finally escaped her. The noise filled the empty void of the chasm they both lay in, breaking the constant monotony of dripping water. Unwilling to face him, she gently pulled her hand away from his and persisted in pouring her magic into his wounds.

“I don’t know what to do Talon,” she cried at last. The outburst seemed to momentarily stop her shaking as she wiped strands of wet hair away from her face. Jennifer looked up with a forced smile, only noticing then that the assassin’s attention had already wandered. Blue-grey eyes directed her gaze over the rocky canvas which surrounded them until she realised he was looking for an escape route.

"You should... go... find a way... out," he suggested after turning to face her again. His voice faded, followed by his consciousness as fatigue overcame him.

“You lazy arse, don’t make me do all the work. Reev dammit,” she cursed after looking at him, “World Fracture!”

Lantern and boat materialized into reality beside her. Drained and exhausted from overuse of her magic, Jennifer slipped and fell into water again as she attempted to roll Talon onto the row boat. Standing up drenched, she uttered another curse as she lifted him, this time utlizing her body as a brace and leaving the pushing to her legs. The mage managed to succeed the third time before hopping in herself.

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Talon V'lyn

His body jarred violently, waking him from his painless slumber. He was stiff as he groaned and opened his eyes to see what had happened. All he could see was darkness for a long while. Shifting, he turned his head and caught the outline of someone sitting up and looking around. He reached out, his hands brushing across wood as he stretched his fingers to her. His eyes looked off to the side and he finally concluded that he was in a boat, then his hand stopped reaching and he fell still once more. Was he on the reapers boat, crossing the river to go to the realm beyond?

No, that didn't seem right. The air was too cold, his body was in far too much pain for it to be true. With a deep breath, he pulled his arms up and started pushing himself into a sitting position. Talon got about halfway before the pain was too much and he fell back wincing with a short cry in response. Lying back on the boat as it rocked from his movement, he gazed up at the ceiling far above them. He wasn't sure how much time had passed since he'd last seen Jennifer leaning over him with her look of fear and pleading. The assassin did know that they weren't in the same place as before.

Determined now, he started again to push himself upwards. Talon managed it the second time, getting his body up and moving slightly, painful as it was. He was going to have to work out the stiffness in his body, and he couldn't do that by lying there. Leaning forward heavily on one hand, the other wrapped around his chest and held tightly as if it were the only way to hold himself together. His gaze flicked about them and he found out what it was that had jarred him awake. The water of the cave had resided and now the boat was scrapping along on rock as it tried to follow the original path.

"Looks like we're walking," he managed to say hoarsely. It felt as if his throat were caked with dry blood, the bitter, coppery taste filling his mouth as he spoke. Talon coughed and leaned over the side of the boat to get it out of his mouth and system. He reached out and cupped the water to his mouth and did what he could to clean up. Spitting out a second gulp of water, he came back and heaved a heavy sigh as his eyes settled on Jennifer.

"I told you to go. Not to take me with," he muttered without really expecting an answer, "I'll only drag you down."

The boat scrapped to a halt and ceased to move finally. Looking around them, Talon listened intently to the darkness. Only the sounds of water dripping filled his ears along with his and Jennifer's breathing. Other than that, it seemed the darkness was all but dead. Nothing moved, there was no life to be heard and seen in the deep dark. Talon wondered how far it would be until they reached an exit. He pushed himself up to his feet and stood a bit unsteadily, bracing himself against the side of the boat.

He reached out for Jennifer's hand to help her out as well, but felt a pang of sharp fire through his upper body and he dropped to his knees in the couple of inches of water. His voice echoed in the darkness from the coughing cry that escaped him. In the same instant, the bracer flared up. White magic raced up his arm and pulsed all along his upper body. Whatever the old God's power was trying to do, it didn't feel all that pleasant to him. Probably because he was only human and had no such talents in magic or being that of a God. Talon ground his teeth as he knelt there, knuckles going white from the grip with which he held the boat. Once the magic faded he took shaking breathes, the air wheezing in and out of his lungs.

Maybe it was delirium that drove his next action, or perhaps some other feelings that had suddenly risen up in his chest. Either way, he didn't care or mind even if the outcome was not what he was looking for. He snatched his arm out and gripped Jennifer's hand. With a tug, he brought her down in front of him, kneeling in the water. The assassin wrapped his arms around her small frame and held her hard against him, his breath shaking as he buried his face in her short but sweet smelling hair.

"I'm sorry," he muttered to her, his voice hardly even heard to his own ears, "I'm sorry."

He didn't pull away from her, only sat there, buried in her hair. After a while he finally spoke again, "Can we just... rest here... for a bit?" he huffed, suddenly tired once more, "Just for a little while. You need your strength too."

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For a long time nothing but ominous dripping and random scuttles of pebbles yet to settle from the aftershock accompanied the mage on her journey. The contrast compared to the deafening crumbling of Kingsburrow which had occurred just minutes ago was stark to say the least and left her vaguely disappointed. Rotating her arms forwards and backwards, Jennifer rowed the simple Fishermans boat deeper into slowly dissipating darkness of the caves, her lantern guiding her movements. Every now and then she’d glance down at Talon, visually checking the young man to ensure he was stable.

It wasn’t until the assassin stirred that Jennifer showed any expression other than concern. Talon was far too lucid for his own good as he attempted to sit himself upright. The pain was obviously too much for him as Jennifer watched the man fail, hitting his back against the surface of the deck with a soft thump. Managing to roll her eyes at him, she was able to maintain her balance unnervingly well even as the boat rocked under his weight, apparently shifted her legs in a way which counteracted his clumsiness.

Her concern returned in the shape of a frown as Talon gave sitting up a second try. She could tell from the awkward flails of his limbs that the assassin lacked his usual control. His antics gave cause to a colourful curse as Jennifer realised she’d been distracted by his behaviour. Turning her head in the other direction, she wiped water drops away from her forehead. When did she become so preoccupied with him?

The muffled sound of wood scrapping against rock indicated to her that the water underneath them was shallow. "Looks like we're walking,” Talon observed, speaking her thoughts at the same time. As he said his first words for what seemed like ages Jennifer scoffed. The voice behind it was so dry that it seemed the assassin been deprived of water for days. The sound of spitting water echoed behind her as Jennifer turned and laid the paddle vertically alongside the body of the boat.

"I told you to go. Not to take me with you. I'll only drag you down." She heard him say. Jennifer turned on him then, grinning sarcastically. “I thought about that for a moment, then I figured I might as well bring you in case sharks came and I needed bait to survive,” she sniffed, tilted her head at him.

Their boat came to a full halt. Surprisingly Talon stood up first, and after seeing the assassin struggling just to sit up, Jennifer unconsciously yelped out to restrain him. Her voice stuttered mid way as Talon’s legs balanced themselves, a wash of relief drawing the air back into her lungs. Abruptly, pain assaulted the assassin again, surging across his body and throwing the man down to his knees. Jennifer’s eyes widened as white magic pulsed throughout his chest and shoulders, her fear growing as she was once more reminded of the brace’s danger.

More suddenly, Talon’s hand whipped out and tightened around hers. Followed by a short tug and moments later she found herself nestled between the assassin’s iron grip, his long arms reaching fully across her back. She felt cold, damp clothes pressed all along her body, all the while Talon’s warm breath was steaming down and over her neck as the sides of their heads touched. Embarrassment and confusion froze her mind as her cheeks heated in reaction to the unexpected gesture.

"Can we just... rest here... for a bit? Just for a little while. You need your strength too." Talon breathed, his soft voice reaching her ears from right next to his mouth. Still he refused to let go of her. Jennifer sighed and allowed herself to indulge in the simple pleasure of his company, nudging her head closer between his neck and shoulders.

“Talon,” she replied after a while. Her tone had hardened considerably, loosing the edge of her typical nonchalance. “I don't care about the world. That brace. I want you to find a way to get rid of it. ”

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Talon V'lyn

“Talon, I don't care about the world. That brace. I want you to find a way to get rid of it,” the mages voice was hard and slightly muffled as he was holding her tightly against him. Her warmth was something he was enjoying, almost too much. He opened his eyes slowly, his gaze looking down at the water and the reflecting light of the boats lantern. Leaning away from her slightly, he looked down at her.

"Ah, so you found out about that," he sighed, "If it were possible, don't you think I would have done so already?"

He held her close again, pulling her back against his body and leaned into her. His weariness crept back into every bone. Talon sighed heavily as he knelt there with her in the darkness. The sounds of rocks shifting and water dripping was the only thing heard in the caverns. His thoughts revolved around what she'd said and what he felt for the woman. It was strange, knowing how much she drove him nuts at all times. However, it was hard to picture her out of his life at that moment. With a soft laugh and shake of his head, he took a deep breathe before speaking again.

"Besides, since when did you care about me?"

Talon moved away once more to look at her. With one arm still wrapped around her back, his other moved and reached up to her face, brushing aside the dark strands of damp hair. Her skin was marred by where Domieen had cut her and he frowned. All that he'd thought was if he could remove the scars he would, but it seemed that was all that was needed for the bracers magic to kick in. The white light illuminated her pale skin and wrapped around the scars on her cheek and neck. Slowly, they faded away and Talon smiled at her. The light faded away and he brushed his finger across her cheek lightly.

"Beautiful," he whispered. Not that she hadn't been before with the scars, but without them she was even more striking to him. After a moment his smile faded and he moved his hand to cup her chin and lift her head upwards further. Without a second thought he slowly closed the distance between them, his heart thudding hard in his chest as he leaned down to her. Just before he could kiss her, he stopped. His fingers let go of her chin and he pulled away, eyes downcast. Releasing her completely, he looked down the corridor that the boat had been heading.

"I'm sorry, Jennifer. I didn't think about how you feel. We should probably start going again," he said and waited for her to stand, if she stood at all, before doing anything.

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"Ah, so you found out about that. If it were possible, don't you think I would have done so already?" Talon responded after pulling away from her, welcoming her gaze with his blue-grey eyes. Upon seeing his face, Jennifer wrestled from her trembling by tightening her own grip, twisting the dark cloth coating his back. His sharp features where slightly crestfallen as he stared at her, suggesting he’d already given up on the idea. It made her blood boil, his lack of consideration that is, didn’t he know how she felt?

Her body lurched again, easily tempted by the comforting warmth of his body as the assassin dragged her into his embrace once more. "Besides, since when did you care about me?" Talon chuckled. She could feel his laughter against her own chest, shaking his lungs as he spoke to her ear.

“Do you not enjoy my concern?” Jennifer arched an eyebrow from behind his back, her voice becoming ever so slightly incredulous.

For a moment she completely forgot about their predicament as the immediate warmth of his body abandoned her. After having spent what felt like ages wrapped together, his sudden absence left her yearning for more until a hand worked its way up to her face. Talon’s palm soon obstructed her field of vision as his fingers parted the wet hair which persisted to stick to the front of her face. She felt his judgemental gaze making the scars lining her cheek and neck itch, her cheeks blushing in sudden embarrassment again. If it had been anyone else’s opinion she would’ve scoffed casually, yet somehow it was almost as if she couldn’t go on without his approval.

“Ugly, aren’t they?” she practically gasped out, as if that was all she could do to escape the pressure of his scrutiny.

Suddenly, a white glow grew to encompass the side of her face. Jennifer forced her eyes shut as though light had been directly shined into her face. By the time she’d opened them again, she was immediately greeted by the delightful smile bisecting his cheeks. Wide, genuine and affectionate, it made her heart leap in unexpected happiness. His touch ran against her left cheek, smoothly caressing her pale skin. "Beautiful," she heard him whisper before her chin found itself inclining upwards. All she could focus on was the growing proximity of his lips as his face hovering millimetres from hers, close enough to feel his breathe brushing against her skin. He pulled away after abruptly halting in apparent guilt, releasing her and glancing down at the corridor ahead of them instead.

"I'm sorry, Jennifer. I didn't think about how you feel. We should probably start going again," he apologised.

There was a light splash of water as Jennifer stood up and faced him. She wiped her index finger over her lips and then licked the tip as if she could taste him. “Tempting me like this when you’re all battered and dieing, perhaps you’re more sly than even I can possibly imagine,” she grinned, her cheerful disposition returning to her as she spoke with a breathy sugary voice, “For a moment there I was actually impressed by your assertiveness, but if you’re still a coward in the end that can’t be helped I guess.”

She lined up beside Talon and pecked him over his scarred cheek before stepping back. “Promise me you’ll keep looking for a way to remove the brace. And promise me you will remove it if we ever find a method," she smiled again, this time with more effort as she withdrew to retrieve the lantern from the boat.

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“Tempting me like this when you’re all battered and dieing, perhaps you’re more sly than even I can possibly imagine. For a moment there I was actually impressed by your assertiveness, but if you’re a coward in the end that can’t be helped I guess.”

He tried his best to frown at her, but her voice held none of the earlier bitterness. He was used to her teasing by now and was more than happy to see her back at it once again. It had been strange for her to be utterly concerned and seemingly unsure of herself. The woman was more than capable of just about anything. Talon didn't like seeing her unsettled or anything less than assertive. Slowly he stood up as well, being mindful of his battered body.

“Promise me you’ll keep looking for a way to remove the brace. And promise me you will remove it if we ever find a method," she continued as she went to the boat to retrieve her illusionary lantern. He winced inwardly as he took a step towards her, the movement stiff and jarring. Talon wondered idly how he was possibly going to traverse the caves without further injury. At the mention of the brace, he looked down to his wrist. The cloth was torn and tattered, making it easy to see through the dark material and witness the light glimmer of silver steel. He'd practically expelled as much power out of it as possible during the fight with Domieen, and that alone had seemed to help calm the magic. Though, he wasn't sure how long that would last. Of course he'd already felt it's power course through his body since being down in the darkness. Perhaps the godly power replenished itself at a very fast rate, it would make sense.

Stepping towards her, he reached out and took her arm, turning her to face him. A sly smile curved his lips as he looked down at her, still taller than she was even though he was slumped over somewhat.

"First of all, I'm no coward," he whispered to her, leaning in real close to her face. Releasing his hold of his upper body he reached out and pulled her against him sharply. Her peck on his cheek had caused his heart to clench and leap. He never would have guessed her feelings had she not done such a thing a moment before. Without a second thought he leaned down and kissed her hard, pouring every feeling into the gesture. When he released her, he was a bit breathless but didn't show it. He opened his eyes and smiled at her once more.

"Second, I promise to look for a solution to this thing," he flicked his eyes to the bracer. Looking around them, he shifted his body slightly and removed his hold on her waist.

"Now, lets find a way out of here. We have to get to Vaye. I'm sure the others are already there. There's nothing left of this city to even try to mount a rescue," he said softly. Taking her hand in his he gently began leading her down the corridor that the boat had been following a moment before. It was going to be a long trek through the dark damp caverns. Talon could only hope that nothing had been disturbed after the collapse of the city. The last thing they needed was something stalking the tunnels in search of fresh food.

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The mage sensed Talon’s presence looming behind her long before he spoke by the way the water around her refused to settle. Whilst retrieving the lantern she’d been contemplating, numerous thoughts weighing her mind down with fatigue. At the forefront of those thoughts where Talon, at how close they’d been to kissing. Prior to him faltering, she’d still harbored some small doubt as to his intentions. But after being saved by his consideration once more, even she found it hard to deny his innocence. When the splashing finally came to a stop, a coy smile tugged at the corner of her red lips as she started to sigh.

“Did I hit another nerv-?“

Her voice stuttered mid sentence as Talon’s warm hand wrapped around her arm and twisted her body a full 180 degrees to face him. Expecting his usual sharp reprimand, her smirk widened until she recognised the exact same smile mirrored across the assassin’s face. It was such an unusual expression from him that her eyes widened slightly. Her limbs froze became as solid as rock as she was forced to stare up at him, seemingly enchanted by his winning smile.

"First of all, I'm no coward," Talon whispered, drawing face to face with her. His dark fringe tickled her brow with his proximity as he leaned in closer. A cold, blue-grey gaze addressed her without a hint of hesitation this time. The clarity and composure reflected within his eyes managed to make her spine tingle with anticipation.

Before she knew it, Talon’s lips locked onto hers, the gesture literally stealing her breath away. A warm, thrilling sensation spread from her lips, growingly quickly to encompass her with his soothing aura. Though the resounding beat of her heart thumped furiously within her ears, Jennifer felt more peaceful then than ever before. Within that moment, one of her hands sought out his shirt, seeking him as if she were unwilling to relinquish his company. Forcefully, her grip tugged at his clothing, pulling the dark fabric tighter and tighter around his athletic frame as time slowly elapsed.

What felt like a blissful eternity passed before she was finally released from his hold. Tilting backwards in a sort of half-daze, she returned his grin in a fashion which hardly seemed uncaring or dishonest. Instead, it was just one of pure, honest affection. Unable to help herself, Jennifer smiled fully for the first time in ages, beaming in joy. "Second, I promise to look for a solution to this thing," Talon pledged at last. Glancing sidelong, Jennifer too noticed the brace glinting with a constant undertone of peril under the flickering light of the lantern. The assassin obviously still had his concerns.

“I know you will,” she concurred after a long moment of savoring his lingering warmth, her voice mockingly suave, “If you didn’t, who else would be my dark knight and protect me?”

"Now, let’s find a way out of here. We have to get to Vaye. I'm sure the others are already there. There's nothing left of this city to even try to mount a rescue," he said, leading her by the hand. Jennifer nodded and followed him in the encroaching darkness of the corridor ahead.

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The darkness was barely illuminated by Jennifer's lamp. They moved slowly through the caves, the tunnels winding and twisting. There was no way to tell if they were going in the right direction or not. Cold air seemed ever present and unmoving in the dampness. Talon had stumbled more than once and it was only on account of his holding Jennifer's hand that he didn't collapse entirely. Several times his vision wavered, making it harder to traverse forward in a straight line. His breathing was shallow and it was all he could do to keep from falling completely and sleeping.

If they wanted to survive, they had to keep moving and get out as soon as possible. Already he was feeling the effects of hunger and fatigue from his near death experience. His fingers tightened around Jennifer's, trying to keep her warmth in his hand. His body felt colder than it should have, a feeling that made his chest clench and his heart tighten. A slight fear crawled its way into his lithe frame, curling deathly fingers around him. It was all he could do to keep that fear at bay, to keep it from consuming him. He had to keep going, he had to stay awake and get out of the tunnels. All for her, if he faltered, who would make sure she made it out alive?

As they rounded another bend in the tunnel, the wall on the right side dropped away, opening up to pitch black. Talon stopped, pulling Jennifer right behind him and pressing her to the wall. His eyes looked out into the darkness, trying to see if it was a cavern that had opened up, or a drop straight down into the bowels of the earth. Bending down slowly, he carefully reached out his hand and felt around on the ground for a loose rock. Once he found one, he stood up with some difficulty, but managed. Throwing the rock, he waited, listening eagerly for the sound of the stone hitting the floor. Nothing came. Reaching behind him, he snaked his arm around Jennifer's waist, pulling her right against him.

"Follow the wall and don't let go of me, no matter what," he told her, the turned around. He took her free hand and placed it on his waist, his hand went to hers as well on the opposite side to keep her far from the edge. He started walking slowly, his free hand running across the jagged wall. He winced slightly as the palm of his hand cut across a sharper rock, tearing open the skin. Flexing the fingers, he figured it wasn't too deep of a cut and continued onwards.

However, he stopped halfway, frozen at what he'd heard echoing in the darkness. A deep guttural growl filled the air, echoing through the caverns. His heart raced at the sound and he twisted around to look behind them, but saw nothing in the black tunnel. He flicked his gaze out into the pit but saw nothing there either. Turning back around he was met by the same thing. Darkness all around. He gripped the mage tightly and continued forward, his ears straining to hear more of the unnatural sound, or anything that would give him an idea of what it was and more importantly where it was.

They left the pit and entered the darkness of the tunnel again. Only then did another sound penetrate the stillness of the air. Something akin to claws dragging along the stones echoed, followed by another soft growl. Talon wasn't sure if it came behind them, or before them. Either way he stopped again and looked around, his eyes narrowing as he listened intently. He had no weapons left save for a couple of throwing knives. However, he figured that whatever it was stalking the caves would be more than a match for a pair of little knives.

Out of the darkness, a pair of glowing green eyes flickered into existence, freezing Talon in place. His hand tightened around Jennifer's waist as he caught sight of the thins eyes. Whatever it was, it was quite large as the green gaze hovered a good foot over his head. Again the sound of scrapping filled the air and slowly Talon reached his free hand into the tattered being of his shirt and grasped the two knives that were left. He was trying to formulate a plan that would save them both, but nothing was coming to mind. He feared using the magic of the bracer, but he also feared not using it. Of course, to add to it, he wasn't completely sure how to get it to do what he wanted. The thing hovered ever closer and the silvery glow of his bracer began to fill the darkness as he began to let it power up.

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Long minutes of silence permeated the ever present darkness as Jennifer tread forwards behind the assassin. So quiet were the caves that Jennifer could almost hear his heavy breathes from beyond his back. Her lantern was held tightly in front of her like a shield. Though she held the device as high as her arms would comfortably allow her, its warm light seemed unable to penetrate the overwhelming fog of pitch black shadows.

Talon’s calm expertise was an invaluable reassurance to her. She watched as the assassin successfully gauged the imminent threat of the corridor which opened up to their right by manipulating a rock. "Follow the wall and don't let go of me, no matter what," he informed her.

“Oh, I do just love heights,” Jennifer returned, her voice caustic with sarcasm. Exercising her fears, she gazed down at the sheer drop before quickly snapping her eyes back at her feet, already queasy.

The mage allowed Talon to move his hand around her waist, her own grip over his lower body contracting ever more at the concept of plummeting into nothingness. Her experiences over the past few days had left her less than thrilled at the possibilities of free-falling and even more reluctant to fly. They started slowly, much to her relief, Talon leading the way carefully without panic or pause. Whether he knew it or not, his simple presence was enough to calm her beating heart now. She was almost frightened at how she was becoming so dependent of him.

Failing to notice he’d stopped, Jennifer bumped her head into his side and reared back from the surprised shock, blinking. Talon was attentive however, his senses set on high alert like a security alarm which had its perimeter tripped. From back, to down then forwards, his hunter’s eyes narrowed at their surroundings.

“What? Jumping at your own shadows now?” Jennifer scoffed.

Talon ignored her and they continued on forwards, eventually reaching the tunnel ahead. Jennifer stumbled a few steps, the open pathway fooling her with a false sense of security. Only then did she hear something, the soft scrapping of sharp edges cutting rockrete. Sinister green eyes opened ahead of them, their baleful gaze attacking her spine with thrills of terror. Despite the fear, the mage's smile had returned once more, a cheerful expression of defiant mockery. Though small, she managed to push her way past Talon, restraining the hand which held his knives. Here was her chance to regain her independence.

“I’ve got this,” she stated harshly, her other arm extending forwards, “World Fracture…”

The cave around them lit up with the deafening staccato of insects, a billion flies which swarmed forwards to consume whatever lay behind the green eyes. Moving now, Jennifer leapt forwards, weaving more magic into her palms. A ball of magical energy illuminated her until she sent it flying into the tunnel.

“And shatter!”

As if following her command, the ball cracked into beam of lightning which blazed into the sea of invertebrates.

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The forest was familiar, a place he'd been to many times before. However, this time he was hunting and the thrill of the hunt was more than invigorating. His sharp gaze caught sight of his prey soon enough, a wide smile spreading across his face. Soran looked from left to right to ensure that the two women were indeed alone. The one was a fair skinned elf, the other dark skinned. She looked familiar, as if she resembled someone he knew at one time. The elf didn't spend anymore time on the past memory.

Using the shadows of the woods to his advantage, he made his way silently behind the fair skinned woman. Behind her, two mismatched eyes glimmered wickedly. A dark hand slowly crept from a darkness that was almost too black to be natural. He clasped his hand around the back of her neck and let his magic course through her. His paralyzing power dropped her in a moment.

Quickly, before the second elven woman could react, he whirled around the tree and faced the woman. His hand gripped her neck and gave her the same treatment. Paralyzing her, he grinned at her wickedly. The insane light in his eyes hardly dimming as he gazed at her. With a fluid, harsh movement, he put himself behind her and leaned against the tree with a knife to her throat. He was the only thing holding her upwards. Soran's paralyzing power would keep both women immobile for several hours. Besides, if he needed to, he could put them both down just as easily a second time.

Leaning to her ear he whispered to her, "How long do you think he'll be? I do wish to see Locien again. He and I have much to discuss, being old friends and all. You can scream for him, woman. Perhaps it'll hasten his advance here?"

He laughed after he taunted her. His hand gripped her tightly around the waist, holding her upright as he leaned against the tree. Soran's eyes watched the clearing area ahead of him, all the while waiting for his dear Locien to come into view.

Talon V'lyn

The creature reared backwards, its scream deafening as it echoed in the caverns. Talon had been in awe when Jennifer had come before him, brushing passed him with a wild look in her eyes. Her voice rang clear and solid as she cast her magic upon the beast before them. He nodded in appreciation to her, grateful to have the mage at his side in such a dire time. Talon was sure he wouldn't have made it thus far without her. In fact, he'd still be back in the pool of water most likely dead. His eyes flicked back to the beast as it came back down on its front feet and glowered at them. The deep guttural growling had escalated and the sound vibrated Talon's chest.

Lunging forward, Talon grabbed Jennifer and brought her to him. Tossing them both to the left side of the tunnel, he barely escaped the lightning fast lung that beast executed at them. Long gaping jaws snapped behind him as the creature tried to take them both in one bite. Turning to look behind them, Talon's eyes widened as the things head twisted immediately to follow his lung. The jaws came right at him and he closed his eyes, hugging Jennifer close to him and hoping to protect her.

The growling continued to echo in the air, a furious scrapping across stone issued forth as well. Turning slightly, the assassin witness that the beast was struggling to get passed a silvery shield that had developed around both him and the mage. His eyes flicked down to the bracer around his wrist. The pale white light was pulsing, telling him that he'd somehow activated the shield. He was grateful for that, but he wasn't sure how to keep it up. Nor did he know for how long he could keep it going. Looking over his shoulder he looked to Jennifer.

"Ready?" he asked her as he tried to figure a way to power up the bracer and let loose a barrage of power at the thing. In the tunnel, the enormous creatures tail whipped back and forth, cutting into the rock and making the cavern shudder. That was making Talon nervous, and he wanted to be rid of the thing as quickly as possible before it caved in the tunnels.

The bracer around his wrist glowed brightly, and continued to grow brighter as he concentrated. His breath was coming shorter with each second, sweat beaded on his forehead as he fought to build up as much energy as possible. He wanted enough to kill the beast, but not so much that he destroyed the caverns. Raising his arm in front of him, he closed his eyes and focused the energy that he felt pouring through his body. After several minutes, he opened his steely gray eyes, narrowing them in anger. The silver light reflected off his eyes making them look like molten steel. He released the pent up energy, hoping that Jennifer had prepared her own magic in time with his.

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Her efforts were immediately rewarded by the piercing shriek of the beast as her magic tore into flesh. A hiss like a burning kettle followed as the monster burst through the cloud of insects, lunging at them with jaws open. Jennifer rocked and felt herself being thrown to the ground involuntarily. The next moment she found herself faced with gray dirt and she realised he’d protected her once more. Crushed beneath Talon, she let out an angry, silent curse as his warm body slumped over hers.

“Reev damn your impulsive consideration!” she simultaneously swore and blushed.

The air around her buzzed under the influence of the brace’s magic, giving her cause to look up in curiosity. Between strands of black hair she could see the protective shimmer, a white bubble which pulsed under the pressure of each swipe from the beast. With narrowed eyes she wondered how much longer the cave could sustain itself as she watched the jagged walls ripped apart by each claw strike. Newly created pebbles skittled across the floor continuously. "Ready?"

Her head turned sharply in response to his warning, “Please,” she smiled smugly, “Have I ever not been?”

Jennifer noticed the white glow of his wrist right beside her and was immediately stricken by anxiety. With the imminent danger of the brace still fresh in her mind, the mage’s body went limp with indecision. The brace was a threat to his life. Not only was it too powerful for the assassin to control, but it made him a target of greater powers like Domieen. If only there was a way to remove it. Still stuck beneath him, the determined glow of his eyes brought her attention back to their present predicament.

Supporting her chest with one elbow, she followed his lead and raised one arm in the direction of their assailant. Aiming her shaky hands at the body behind the glowing eyes, her own magic began to congregate, easily gaining form within her palms.

“World Fracture!"

Her scream punctured the air the moment his brace released its nefarious energy. Jennifer’s own magic curled around her fingers before growing as it left her. A giant blaze flickered, painting their surroundings under a red hue as it roared through the tunnels. Without waiting to see the results of their efforts, she turned her head downwards to hide her still red cheeks, "Will you get off me now?" Jennifer breathed, slightly exasperate.

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"Will you get off me now?" Jennifer's voice cut through the darkness. Talon looked to her, only half realizing that he'd been straddling her the entire time, protecting her from the beast in the dark. However, he didn't have the chance to respond to her, though a sly remark had come to mind. The creature had reared back from their attack and was only then recovering.

From the glow of his silvery shield, the beast came lunging back at them and Talon could see that their power combined had done a number on the thing. The scaled face was bleeding and torn apart, one eye was completely shut almost as if it'd been tore out or just cut enough to the point of no use. Snapping jaws sent saliva filled with blood all over the area. Claws tore at the ground and at the shield.

Talon could feel his energy draining. Just trying to keep the barrier up was taking all of his concentration. He feared not being able to hold it up long enough to drag another attack from Jennifer. Slowly, he stood up off her and faced the beast. His gaze shifted to the dark pit that lay just beyond the corridor of tunnels. If he could aim his next attack just right, he could knock the beast off the edge and they would be free to carry onward.

He moved, watching the beast carefully, hoping to draw its attention. As he moved he called out to the beautiful mage on the floor, "Let's drop him into the abyss," he said, his voice deep with annoyance at the creature. The blood lusting beast followed the assassin, nipping at the shield that wavered as he moved. With a deep breath, he fought to keep control over the magic that kept the enormous creature from eating them.

The silver bracer illuminated once more. The light filled the darkness, and seemingly blinded the creature as it reared backwards and hissed in anger. The magic built one last time and Talon pushed as much energy into this final assault as possible. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he glared at the creature as he ground his teeth. The power exploded from him, sending him back a couple of steps from the force. An inhuman scream filled the air and the large reptilian beast slid backwards from the attack. Losing it's footing on the edge of the cliff face, it scrambled to try to save itself.

Talon took one look at it's struggling form and had the horrid thought that the thing might just pull itself up once again. Turning, he grabbed Jennifer and started down the tunnel as quickly as he could, searching for the exit.

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Hot air washed past her cheeks as the combined power of Talon’s brace and her fireball sent the beast reeling. Only for a moment though. Following the fading dust cloud, disgusting mucous slapped the cave floor and walls. The smell made her nose wrinkle as the animal assaulted their position with a revitalised roar. Only seconds had passed but the monster was already up and clawing at silvery field which surrounded them, each impact practically shaking the earth under the pressure of its ravenous anger.

“Reev, how much punishment can this thing take?” she yelled, mildly incredulous.

All that stood between them and razor edged death was Talon’s flimsy protective magic. Being torn to shreds wasn’t exactly how she’d imagined herself dying, but at this stage even she wondered what other options were available to them. She had planned to use her illusion magic to lure the monster into the hole, but Talon’s impulsive actions rapidly put a stop to that. Abruptly, the mage felt the comforting load on top of her back lifting. Looking over her shoulder, she observed the assassin stand up calmly, his steely blue-eyes unwavering in the face of the indomitable green terror.

“If staring could kill it I would’ve done so long ago,” she frowned, watching him move with a dubious expression.

"Let's drop him into the abyss," Talon called out to her. Through each footstep, the assassin continued to maintain his focus on to the beast, as if looking away in the slightest would cause the shield to break. Cold sweat was dripping all over the sides of his cheeks, making her realise that maintaining the bubble was severely taxing his concentration.

“Why didn’t you just say so earlier?” she smiled. The mage’s knees straightening to lift her slender frame up off the ground, her own hands already pointed in the direction of the snapping jaws.

She didn’t even have time to mentally prepare her spells as Talon’s power exploded with the force of a battering ram, the sudden burst of energy shocking her speechless. The deep rumble pitched the monster backwards, sending the mass of scales and teeth just barely over the edge of the crevice. Rocks and pebbles tumbled into the depths alongside it, foreshadowing the beast’s inevitable fate.

Without wasting additional time to confirm their results, Talon turned and fled, taking her with him by the hand. Almost immediately she tugged her arm away from his grip.

“I can live without your concern,” she stated, still managing to keep pace with his wider steps, "You should be more worried about yourself anyway. You're the one closer that's closer to death."

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His grin widened even more as Locien finally stepped into view. He'd been intrigued by the new comer, but his attention wasn't stolen by him at all. No, he had continued to sit and wait for the dark elf to appear. Soran was rewarded with his patience. Leaning forwards with the dark elven woman still in his grip, he ran his tongue across his lips as he gazed at the man.

"Locien, finally!"

With a short look at the woman, he grinned at her. Raising his knife he nicked the side of her cheek, just barely drawing a thin trace of blood, "Don't worry, I won't be long. Then I can finish with you two," he dropped her unceremoniously on the ground then and stepped around her. Turning to Locien he sheathed the dagger and drew both his swords.

"Lets," he said with glee and lunged at the man, both blades pulled backward in preparation. As he closed the distance, his power fueling him, he brought in both weapons to cross over each other at Locien's throat. That is, if all went as planned.

Vier

The throne room was dimly lit. All around the shadows twisted and turned. It was the same as it had always been, the place never changing. She'd visited Domieen in this room many times before. Vier idly wondered why she was there right then. It didn't make sense. Hadn't she left and gone to a different place? A different world even? Maybe, or maybe not. Perhaps she'd been dreaming.

"If only it were a dream, what you've done," a thick voice reverberated off the walls.

Whirling around, Vier tried to find the source of the sound. Finally, her gaze settled on the just barely visible throne ahead of her. Someone sat there, their black robes making it nearly impossible to see them correctly.

"You've left the order. You realize what this means don't you?"

Vier didn't answer, her lips twitched, pulling into the sadistic smile she always wore no matter what the situation. It was a challenge really, a challenge against him. One that she might not win, but Vier didn't care either way. She flicked her eyes up the figure as best she could, only able to make out their booted feet and the edges of their body. The man stood and slowly came down the steps at her. It wasn't until he was upon her that she realized it was in fact, Domieen who addressed her.

"I don't suppose I'm dreaming right now."

"Clever," the God replied in a hissing rasp filled with anger. Silver clawed fingers snatched her neck in an iron grip and lifted her off her feet. Vier reacted quickly, her hand going to grip his wrist while the other stretched outwards and called her power to her. Domieen's hooded face turned slowly to see her calling her power, then turned back to her. Vier's grin didn't cease even passed the struggle to keep air in her lungs. Her eyes flashed, a wild light that told of her pumping heart, the adrenaline that was rushing through her.

"You fail to realize you're against a God. A
Dragon God, human. You're petty tricks are useless. However," he cocked his head off to the side, "You power is of much use to me in other ways," the claw tightened and she felt something wiggle it's way down to her core. Vier didn't know what it was, but she had a dreadful feeling it wasn't good. In the next moment, she was wreathed in pain and unable to think properly. Something was tearing at her, pulling at her power and her soul, and she was powerless to stop it.

In the room where she'd been laid to rest, her magic had begun to heal her from the wounds that she'd recieved from the earlier fight. However, part way through her sleeping her body tensed, and she tossed around as if having a nightmare. Moments later, she was lifted off the bed, black magic pouring from her body and surrounding her in a dark, deadly mist. A sharp scream penetrated the air.

Talon V'lyn

"I'm fine," he panted to her as he ran. Behind them he heard the cries of the creature as it scrambled to get back to its feet. Taking another turn in the tunnels, he could just barely make out the shine of light at the end of it. His heart lifted as he looked to it. Then, from the darkness that they were quickly leaving, the beast gave a scream and the sounds of claws tearing down the cavern filled the air. Talon turned to look behind him, but couldn't see anything. He ushered Jennifer to go before him, urging her to run faster.

Another glance over his shoulder showed him the flash of green eyes that were narrowed in rage. Returning his attention forwards, he concentrated on making it out of the tunnel. He was feeling overly hot, and more than once the tunnel swirled in on itself. The end of the caves was drawing near, as was the beast behind them. The assassin put on one last burst of energy as they reached the end and tackled the mage outside. Sunlight shone brightly, even if the rays were dying out. Both rolled across the slight hill that led up to the caves.

Looking up as he came to a stop, he witnessed the creatures head pop out from the darkness for a mere second before it screamed and shuffled back inside. Obviously the beast detested sunlight. Talon was sure that went for most of the creatures in the dark and was more than relieved to see the thing scramble away. With a sigh he lay on the ground with Jennifer not too far from him.

"Sorry... I... didn't think... we'd make it..." he panted. He looked up over his arm, cracking one blue-grey eye opened to look at her. With a wry smile he let his head fall back down on the ground and took slow, deep, steadying breaths. Opening his eyes once more he rolled his weary body over and looked around them as best he could. They seemed to be in a dense forest area, the shadows growing longer with each passing moment as the sun set.

He tried to reach for Vy, but couldn't feel his dragons presence. His chest tightened and he felt a lump in his throat, "Vy..." he whispered, unsure of how to take the unnatural silence in his mind. Talon mentally shook himself. He was still alive, there was no way that Vy would be anything other than alive as well. It might be that the dragon is just too far to contact. With that settled, he turned his attention to how he was going to get Jennifer and himself to Vaye, the city where he'd told everyone to meet up at.

As he was concocting a plan, the bracer crackled. Sharp waves of pain raced through his arm and across his chest, spreading down to his stomach then and other shoulder. The radius of the bracers magic was growing at an alarming rate. Grinding his teeth, he rolled to his side away from Jennifer and gripped his arm tightly with his other hand. His body shuddered violently from the rejection of magic. Already wounded enough, he could feel warm blood spreading across his clothes and body as the wounds that had stopped bleeding, re-opened.

With a sharp scream that echoed in the surrounding area, the assassin fell back onto his back and lay there for sometime, immobilized by the powerful bracer. It was soon after that the reaction ceased and he could breath again. A cough filled his lungs and he felt warm liquid in his mouth. The sound of something moving near them caught his fading attention and he turned his head to see what it was, half expecting another fight.

What he saw was an elder woman coming out of the trees, her bright silver eyes unnatural as was her white hair and even paler features. Had she not spoken aloud, he would have thought her to be a ghost.

"Is he alright?"

She moved to him then and dropped down next to him. Her fingers were warm as she touched his forehead and neck. Her silver eyes roamed his body, taking in the damage done. Finally, her gaze settled on the bracer and the silvery eyes shot first to him then to Jennifer in astonishment. Slowly Talon tried to move, but found his body couldn't respond. So, he lay there, unable to do anything about his predicament and feeling like an utter burden for the beautiful mage.

"You must come with me. By the looks of it, he's no mage," her eyes flicked down to him, "And he doesn't have a lot of time left."

The woman stood and spread her hand over his prone body. Talon saw a white flash of light, and the last thing he remembered before weariness took him into the troughs of sleep was his body feeling as if it were lifted off the hard, cold ground.

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“If you’re fine then I must be Reev incarnate,” the mage retorted upon hearing the exhaustion in Talon’s voice. His panting wasn’t the slightest bit reassuring so she wasn't sure why he was trying to hide it.

Jennifer ran on regardless, but was careful to maintain a position close to Talon. Who knew when he'd next keel over from another epileptic surge of magic? The mage had to wrestle control over her more base emotions throughout the whole experience. It was an unusually jarring sensation, his condition preventing her from relishing in the thrill of the moment like she normally would. She’d lost her lantern in the initial process of being tossed aside, but fortunately the light at the end of the tunnel acted as a sufficient guide. Somehow, Talon also started to sprint behind her, and just several paces beyond him, the ravenous beast had already risen. The mage didn’t even need a glance to confirm it. Such was the proximity of its fetid breath that her eyes had begun to water.

Talon’s tackle caught her just as the outside air reached her lungs, sending the fresh oxygen right back out again. The assassin’s force carried her waist forwards but the rest of her limbs lagged comically, having yet to catch up with sudden burst of momentum. Jennifer’s body became a ‘C’ shape until she plummet face first into the ground. When the tumbling finally ended, the disjointed mage jerked back to life with a soft groan.

“I’m beginning to think you enjoy tackling me on purpose now,” she huffed, rolling over to be face up. “I’m not a pillow you know.”

"Sorry... I... didn't think... we'd make it..." Talon responded, breathlessly.

Inclining her eyes up, her lips tugged into a triumphant smile as she watched the dark shadow the beast receding into the depths of the cave. Returning her gaze to the sky, she sat up after a moment of staring at the forest canopy.

“Well, that was exhilarating nonetheless,” she chuckled, directing her smirk at the man. She didn’t realise how utterly oblivious she’d been to his pain until he turned away from her, clasping his wrist. “Dammit! It’s that cursed brace again isn’t it?!” Jennifer swore, hurrying beside him. Already bleeding, her hands worked frantically in an attempt to re-heal the open wounds. “Don’t you dare bring up my hopes just to die on me,” she demanded staunchly, though the unmanageable fear of loss had caused her to start trembling once more.

"Is he alright?"

The voice, both aged and weathered dropped down in front of her abruptly. Through barely suppressed tears she identified the rough outlines of ancient wrinkles framed in a mane of white hair. "You must come with me. By the looks of it, he's no mage, and he doesn't have a lot of time left.”

“Go with you?!” Jennifer scowled, pointing her open palm at the woman threateningly, “I don’t even know you! What can you possibly do to help him?!”

The woman gave a small smile in response, an dauntless expression which cracked the hard lines of her withered cheeks. “Or you can just watch and let him die here instead.”

Jennifer’s hands clenched together tightly, but the rest of her body eased in a fashion which suggested she’d yielded. Slowly she formed another twisted, “If you don’t save him, I will paint the entire forest with your blood.”

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"Stop unhonorable fighter.You have no right to kill them."The Zonian told as he was ready for a fight. I have all the right to kill them. Death to everyone!"

The shout caught Soran's attention as Locien back flipped away from him and came in with an attack of his own. This one was headed straight for his eye once more. The scream from behind them startled him and so his concentration to the oncoming sword in front of him was disturbed. Soran barely manged to move aside, still catching the edge of the Prides weapon along side his face and near his eye. With a growl he turned around and stopped attacking Locien. A familiar, yet undesirable feeling welled up in his chest. It was an old feeling, something he'd long since forgotten, but apparently hadn't completely lost.

His sword stretched out in front of Locien, his body right next to the man but with no intention of killing him like he'd been doing just a moment before. For one looking at him from the other side, it would seem that Soran was protecting the Pride. His frown turned into a wicked smile, his crazed gaze narrowing in and locking on the man who threatened both him and Locien.

"You have the right?" Soran asked wickedly, "You want my attention? Well, you've got it. No one touches Locien but me, no one," his voice growled. With a sidelong glance, he turned his mismatched eyes to Locien.

"Don't worry, old friend. I'll protect you from this one," he said, almost sounding sane if it weren't for the gleam in his eyes. Turning his gaze back to the man who'd yelled, he pulled his sword back and prepared to attack. Leading off with his left foot, he sprinted to the man, one blade held low, the other at his side. As he approached the enemy, he let his lower sword come up in a hard upper cut. With the momentum, he spun around and used the second blade, coming at the elven man horizontally. His smile widened as he engaged in the fight, his earlier sense of sanity long gone.

Forests of Dragoon (Just outside Kingsburrow) : Jennifer and Talon

“If you don’t save him, I will paint the entire forest with your blood.”

"There's nothing to fear," the elder woman answered the youthful mage. She stood and brought up the young man's body with her magic. He floated beside her, suspended in the air, his limbs hanging and his back arched slightly from the invisible hold. The woman turned her silver eyes on the mage, "I'm Trinity," she introduced herself and started walking through the forest to her small home. As she walked, she talked.

"Ieer was a great dragon, and a wonderful friend," Trinity laughed slightly, her fragile frame shuddering slightly from it, "You're a mage of Ro'ell. I'm sure you know the name Ieer. The white dragon God of old. You must be wondering how it is possible for me to know such a great dragon. Believe it or not, those dragons had companions once. All four of them were bonded with a mortal, it was how the races began. Us first mortals to walk the earth were Godly in our own way. Blessed with long life and power, just like our dragon Gods. However, when Barthomel turned and started gaining more power, we wondered what was going on and how he was doing such a thing.

"The small cities that had begun to flourish begun to fall apart suddenly. The three of us got together and tried to figure out what had happened. Before we knew it, we were bathed in war. Halfway through the war, we lost Domieen. Both he and his companion turned, but Domieen was ruthless and killed his companion at the end of the war. Now that I think of it, I believe that is how he got out of dying like the others. Barthomel killed Ki's companion, but he could never find me. Ieer was especially good at keeping me from him," as she finished that, they came upon a small home tucked away behind the brush of the forest and three very large trees.

Stepping between the bushes and the foliage, the house was bathed in the last fiery rays of light filtering through the treetops. Everything glittered as if it were magic that protected the area. The air was lighter, no breeze, and it was warm as well. Turning, Trinity smiled warmly at Jennifer. She brought the young assassin inside the house and continued her tale while she gathered water, rags and a couple of other items.

"Ieer fought hard, and I helped him as much as possible. We shared our power often, and that power built over time. Eventually, we were victorious and Barthomel fell. Unfortunately, Ki and Ieer both died. At the time, I thought that Domieen had followed them down that path as well, but the events of late have confirmed my suspicions from that time long ago. No one had ever been able to find Domieen's body, and so we had figured he'd fallen into the chasms of the earth with Barthomel," Trinity shrugged and sighed lightly as she put two vials of liquid on the table next to the bed where she'd settled the young man.

"Well, that's enough of a history lesson I'm sure," she sat down next to the young man, took his hand and pushed back the sleeve where the bracer was, "As to this. Ieer's power is stored in this bracer, as is a portion of my own. No human or person born without magic should be able to wear this at all. He's lucky to be alive at all. Riena must be watching him with all of her strength, bless her," Trinity reached out and brushed a few strands of blue grey hair from his face, her silvery eyes examining his scar.

"A V'lyn, yes? If I'm not mistaken, this is Talon, the assassin who received much of Riena's blessings and power. They say the goddess herself walks by him at all times. I can see how it would be true. Jennifer, there are two things that need to be done in order to keep him alive. One involves your help. You are a mage, one very powerful and skilled in the arts of illusion," Trinity smiled, "I can tell by the aura around you. Reev seems to have blessed you as well. Just like Riena, he walks with you at all times.

"You can handle this magic. In order to help him, you will need to share the power with him. It will continue to build and replenish itself, just like yours does. However, it doesn't stop there. This is a God's power inside the bracer. It will continue building and overwhelm him, as you've seen. Take that extra from him and you've extended his life tenfold. The second is this," she reached and grabbed one of the vials off the counter. She twisted it around in her fingers gently, the sparkling silver liquid sliding around inside it slowly as if it were a thick concoction.

"This was made by Ieer and myself during the last battles of war. Ieer told me that I would need it one day," Trinity smiled fondly as she gazed upon the vial. Turning, she gently released Talon's hand and worked his mouth opened gently. Opening the vial, she tipped the contents into his mouth. After it had gone down his throat, his eyebrows came down and he coughed lightly. Trinity watched him intently, hovering over him. His eyes opened slowly, their blue-grey color now a swirling silver. He stared up at the woman for a long time before he blinked and his eye color returned to normal and he fell back asleep.

"Good, it's working. Ieer's blood and mine mixed together with a bit of magic. Dragon's blood is exceptional, especially from a dragon of power. Now, your lovely assassin will grow as a fighter. He will get stronger and more powerful. Don't think that because of the dragons blood he can handle the bracer on his own. It can still over power him, Jennifer. But now, he'll be able to manipulate it's power more effectively and there shouldn't be any more rejections if you keep up with taking the extra power," Trinity stood and put a towel in the bowl of water she'd grabbed and began taking off his tattered shirt. Her eyes gazed at the fabric for sometime before putting it aside and rubbing away the blood all over his body. She carefully cleaned his wounds and then opened the second vial that she'd brought over. Pouring this into his mouth, she set it aside and washed the wounds once more.

Putting the bloodied towel in the water, she raised both hands over him and the room was filled with magic. Slowly, the cuts and gashes all along his body that hadn't been fully healed, closed. With a smile as she finished, she looked to Jennifer and gave a short nod, "There. He's lost a lot of blood, so he'll need to rest for sometime, but he's no longer in any danger. Your turn," Trinity said and before the mage could protest, she'd wrapped the woman in her magic and healed any hidden injuries that she might have sustained.

"Rest, eat and regain your strength. I'll fix his armor in the meantime. Don't think that you're intruding. It's been so long since I had visitors," Trinity hummed as she picked up the shirt and left the room.

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"There's nothing to fear,"

Jennifer smiled after studying the woman’s face for a long moment. “That’s what I’m here to ensure,” she leaned in, her coy smirk never losing its hostility.

The ancient woman acted with all the inertia of a rock as she simple stepped back and lifted the assassin’s body with some invisible magic. "I'm Trinity," she introduced herself. Her utter indifference gave the mage cause to frown. Jennifer was determined not to show weakness in front of her senior however, so she shrugged casually instead before following after her.

Lush fauna challenged her eyesight with dazzling greenery at every turn as she walked behind Trinity. Jennifer purposefully took slow strides to prevent herself from overtaking the ancient woman’s snail-like pace. The other woman’s own lack of visible haste was disruptively frustrating to her usual demeanour. As much as Jennifer tried to play the part of her typical jovial nonchalance, she couldn’t erase the nagging concern boiling within her.

Instead, she focused all of her suspicions and unease on Trinity’s tale, becoming intent on throttling the woman should the slightest hint to treachery slip forth from her cracked lips.

"You're a mage of Ro'ell. I'm sure you know the name Ieer. The white dragon God of old. You must be wondering how it is possible for me to know such a great dragon. Believe it or not, those dragons had companions once. All four of them were bonded with a mortal, it was how the races began. Us first mortals to walk the earth were Godly in our own way. Blessed with long life and power, just like our dragon Gods. However, when Barthomel turned and started gaining more power, we wondered what was going on and how he was doing such a thing.”

Jennifer’s eyes narrowed perceptibly. Was it possible that this woman was that old? If so maybe she could remove the brace and they could be done with this.

"The small cities that had begun to flourish begun to fall apart suddenly. The three of us got together and tried to figure out what had happened. Before we knew it, we were bathed in war. Halfway through the war, we lost Domieen. Both he and his companion turned, but Domieen was ruthless and killed his companion at the end of the war. Now that I think of it, I believe that is how he got out of dying like the others. Barthomel killed Ki's companion, but he could never find me. Ieer was especially good at keeping me from him," her voice paused as silvery eyes looked at their surroundings with age old recognition.

In front of them was the quaintest little cottage Jennifer had ever seen. Like something out of a story book, unfiltered rays of light fell gently from the forest canopy, warming the building’s exterior. It was the perfect image of picturesque art. Trinity smile seamlessly matched the energy of the area as she led the way through the front door, her explanations resuming. The inside of the house was simple, spartan almost. Its composure and peacefulness made Jennifer feel entirely uncomfortable.

"Well, that's enough of a history lesson I'm sure. As to this. Ieer's power is stored in this bracer, as is a portion of my own. No human or person born without magic should be able to wear this at all. He's lucky to be alive at all. Riena must be watching him with all of her strength, bless her,"

Trinity sat beside the unconscious assassin to examine him closer. And Jennifer watched her like a hawk all the while from beside Talon, her arms tense and ready to strike at a moments notice though she kept up her smiling facade.

"A V'lyn, yes? If I'm not mistaken, this is Talon, the assassin who received much of Riena's blessings and power. They say the goddess herself walks by him at all times. I can see how it would be true. Jennifer, there are two things that need to be done in order to keep him alive. One involves your help. You are a mage, one very powerful and skilled in the arts of illusion."

Jennifer nodded at first before reciprocating the elder woman’s smile with one of her own, one noticeably less kind. “What are you? A bounty hunter perhaps? Most people don’t know that information unless they wanted to capture me for my father,” she taunted.

"I can tell by the aura around you. Reev seems to have blessed you as well. Just like Riena, he walks with you at all times.”

She sniffed in response, giving an expression like she didn't believe Trinity’s words for a second.

"You can handle this magic. In order to help him, you will need to share the power with him. It will continue to build and replenish itself, just like yours does. However, it doesn't stop there. This is a God's power inside the bracer. It will continue building and overwhelm him, as you've seen. Take that extra from him and you've extended his life tenfold. The second is this," Trinity said before extending one of her frail arms out to reach for the vial.

“Wait, you’re not just going to remove it?!” Jennifer cried angrily, “The rest of the world can burn for all I care! Talon can live longer without the damn brace!”

A knot twisted itself around her stomach as Jennifer restrained her power from burning the cottage down. "This was made by Ieer and myself during the last battles of war. Ieer told me that I would need it one day," Trinity smiled reassuringly up at her. Talon’s weak cough was enough to make the illusionary mage wince at his haggard appearance. He still needed healing, and she was practically spent after fighting the beast. For the time being, she had to rely on this woman.

“How perceptive of him…” she responded cynically. Jennifer refrained herself from spitting the rest of her curses by biting the bottom of her lip.

"Good, it's working. Ieer's blood and mine mixed together with a bit of magic. Dragon's blood is exceptional, especially from a dragon of power. Now, your lovely assassin will grow as a fighter. He will get stronger and more powerful. Don't think that because of the dragons blood he can handle the bracer on his own. It can still over power him, Jennifer. But now, he'll be able to manipulate it's power more effectively and there shouldn't be any more rejections if you keep up with taking the extra power." Trinity stood up and brought over a wet towel to wipe off the worst of the blood. "There. He's lost a lot of blood, so he'll need to rest for sometime, but he's no longer in any danger. Your turn,"

She cringed again as Trinity’s magic worked around it way her body, the touch of her magic feeling utterly alien to her. It wasn’t until she felt some of her fatigue lifting that the cautious mage began to relax a little. "Rest, eat and regain your strength. I'll fix his armor in the meantime. Don't think that you're intruding. It's been so long since I had visitors."

Jennifer waited until the other woman’s hums faded into the distance before dragging a stool nearby to be closer to Talon. “Great, now I have to actually babysit you,” she sighed in exhaustion, rubbing her eyes wearily. Pouting, she reached her hand out over to his face, her fingers hovered slightly before pinching the assassin’s cheek. “Though, that might not be so bad.”

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He watched as his target managed to evade him and was taken by an enormously large crow. A beast of the likes that Soran had never seen before. His gaze lifted as they flew through the canopy above and disappeared in a shower of leaves, twigs and branches. With a wry grin, the dark elf's eyes glittered as he mentally made a note of the next person worthy enough to be killed by him. Locien's voice called his attention and he swivled around to look at his old friend.

"Why? Simple, Locien. If you die by someone other than myself, well... that just defeats my purpose," he said with a wicked smile. He flipped his blades once and slowly sheathed them as he began to back away into the shadows of the trees and disappeared.

Talon V'lyn

Several Hours Later

His eyes opened slowly as he woke from the blissful darkness that had consumed him. The assassin's gaze locked on the ceiling over him and he wondered for a moment how he got there. It took a moment, but he finally remembered, that an elder woman had come to him before he fell unconscious. Perhaps that woman had taken them somewhere? Looking to his right he spotted Jennifer sitting next to him. He coughed slightly, clearing his dry throat.

"Where are we?" he asked her softly.

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Jennifer started the moment Talon’s soft cough penetrated the unbending silence of the lounge room. "Where are we?" the assassin asked immediately, obviously failing to recognise the unfamiliar space.

The mage responded with a wide smirk at first before leaning back and gesturing to their surroundings with a wide flourish of her hand. “Inside of a room? Where does it look like we are?” she mocked, rolling the mischievous pits of darkness she called eyes in a sardonic fashion.

Her smile leered down at him almost, broad, cruel and comprised off a never ending nonchalance. For the most part it seemed as if the old Jennifer had returned. As if finally unable to contain her bristling energy, the mage stood up restlessly, sending the wooden stool she was perched upon scrapping sharply against the floor. Stretching her lithe arms out in front of her chest like a feline, she yawned blithely before returning his blue-gray gaze.

“I guess I should say welcome back to the world of pain and misery,” her small frame shrugged discourteously, the motion making her words seem even more disingenuous than usual. “A shame you didn’t sleep for longer though. I was beginning to wonder what sort of things I could do to you in your sleep,” she laughed playfully.

Jennifer smiled at the assassin again, though the expression was noticeably more rigid the second time round. Briefly, her eyes flickered down at his wrist, “That brace almost killed you back there. Fortunately you seem to be alright for now. Do you need anything? Water? Food?”

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He couldn't help but give a short scoffing laugh at her and rolled his eyes at her as she answered with the most obvious, “Inside of a room? Where does it look like we are?”

Talon flicked his gaze back to her as she stood and stretched her body, every limb shaking slightly as she did so before finally falling back into her usual stance. As she spoke again, he raised an eyebrow at her, a wry smile pulling at the edges of his lips as he watched her. He didn't miss her forced smile the second time around as her dark gaze went down to his wrist by his side. As he followed her line of sight, he realized that he was without his shirt. With a slight cough, he pulled himself upwards and examined the bracer more closely.

"I don't need anything," he answered her softly, having hardly heard what she'd offered him, "Nearly killed me hu? Well, that wouldn't be a first time," the assassin muttered as he ran his fingers across the silver metal. He turned his eyes upwards and caught her gaze. Then he smiled at her, his earlier notion coming back to him.

"You mentioned doing things to me while I slept... I wonder what you could possibly be thinking, Jennifer," he suggested with a hint of sarcasm. Before she could move or react to him, he lunged forward and gripped her tightly. Falling back against the bed he brought her down with him. With her laying half across his upper body he grinned down at her, hugging her against him.

"Though I am starting to enjoy these new looks of yours when I do something you don't expect," to emphasize his point, he leaned down and kissed her.

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Trinity

Her chair rocked back and forth as she threaded a new string through her needle. She'd worked through a quarter of the young assassins armor, mending all the tears and holes that it had sustained. Once it was finished she would wash it and make sure the belts inside were where they needed to be. Of course, she'd repaired those as well too. The only thing left to do was replenish his weapons as it seemed he was completely out, aside from two throwing knives. Trinity laughed softly to herself as she rocked the chair. The child was more than just lucky.

She could feel Riena's power residing all around him. He and his mage friend were both bound for great things. If anyone were closely involved with him, they too were in for a ride as well. The old woman was well aware of what was going on in the world around her, a place that had left her many centuries behind. Trinity hummed an old song that was long forgotten to the world. A song of power, friendship, rising and the inevitable fall after it all.

As she threaded the last hole closed, her eyes flicked up to look out into the warm garden before her. The protected house and surrounding area shimmered with power. However, on the outskirts of the magic barrier she could feel something pressing in on it, trying to break it. Standing, Trinity eyed the wall of magic and found the area of disturbance. A thick, unnatural darkness curled around the edges of her magic and pressed inwards. With a frown on her worn lips, Trinity turned and re-entered her house.

"Jennifer, Talon?" She called out as she moved through the hallway. She stopped in the doorway, her eyes settling on the pair as the young man pulled away from the woman in his arms. The old woman smiled warmly at him, giving him a knowing look.

"My apologies, but it seems that there's no time left," she said with a smile. Lifting the armor, she motioned to Talon, "Your armor, young man."

"Thank you," he managed as he fought to contain his blushing and disengaged from Jennifer. As he took the armor, he moved passed and went to look out into the garden, asking Trinity what was the matter as he went, "Seem's Domieen has found me finally. I knew that he would, especially after I found you. A God doesn't lose another God's presence unless their dead," she answered and moved about the room.

Taking a vial from the desk, she turned to Jennifer and pressed it into the mages hand. Lowering her voice she looked up at the taller woman and smiled once more, though this time it was more in sadness than in joy, "This is for you, my lovely mage. With the dragon God Ieer's blood in his veins he will live for quite a while longer than any normal human. Much like an elf, in a sense. Should you wish to stay with him, this will allow you to do so," Trinity opened her hand and looked down at the vial. It was the same silvery liquid that she'd given Talon when they first arrived at the house, "I can't make that decision for you. Think on it a bit before you decide, another hundred or thousand years on your life may be too long," she shrugged, "Or, it may be just what you wanted."

With a pat on Jennifer's hand, she released the mage and turned to the door, "You should leave," she called out to Talon, "I can hold them here," she said with a smile. Talon reappeared at the doorway, tightening his armor and finishing up the bits and pieces that went together. He eyed Trinity carefully.

"I can't leave you here," he said.

"Trust me. I'm no ordinary old woman, assassin. I've still got some bite to me, I'll have you know," she retorted giving him a sour look. Reaching out she took his arm gently, "Listen carefully before you go. There's a small chest near the back door of the house. Take it. There is some food, but most importantly, weapons. You'll be needing those. I can't replace your sword, but I'm sure you can manage. And last but not least, share that power with Jennifer as often as you can. Don't let it build up to the point of rejection. Do that, and you're going to be just fine. Now, go! Before I blast both of you out of my house," she chided and left Talon at the door.

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Expecting his usual retort, Talon’s initial sneer threw the mage off guard. The burlesque rasping sound caused her to frown quizzically, tilting her head sidewards at the wayward smile which pulled at the thin edges of his lips.

Only then did he realise that his shirt was missing, his toned and muscular figure laid bare to the elements. Evidently he didn’t feel the slightest bit cold though as the assassin sat up from the bed casually. The motion exposed the rest of his athletic sculpture and briefly, Jennifer caught herself staring. She looked over the wounds that scarred numerous portions of his torso, some old, some healed over. All the signs of a life as equally hard as hers perhaps. Talon’s fingers rubbed over the smooth surface of the brace, caressing the piece of jewellery like a lantern as he replied to her earlier enquiry. "I don't need anything. Nearly killed me hu? Well, that wouldn't be a first time," Talon said after some deliberation.

He looked up at her then, his blue-gray eyes glittering with a hint of mischief. The next smile to pull over his cheeks made her heart stutter unexpectedly. "You mentioned doing things to me while I slept... I wonder what you could possibly be thinking, Jennifer," Talon mused, his tone dipped in sarcasm. Jennifer had started to chuckle when the assassin made his next move. Taking advantage of years of training and his natural agility, Talon had Jennifer in his desired position before she could even realise what he had done.

Held tightly between his arms and upper body, warmth flooded the side of cheeks as her head lay against his bare chest, hearing his steady heartbeat. "Though I am starting to enjoy these new looks of yours when I do something you don't expect," he teased. The mage looked up at him, her face blushing like a blooming rose, yet still managing to maintain her jovial grin.

“I suppose I did tell you to be more forwards with me,” Jennifer murmured before meeting his kiss half way.

"Jennifer, Talon?" Trinity called out, followed by the sound of footsteps in the hallway. The sounds stopped by the doorway just as Talon and Jennifer succeeded in pulling themselves away from each other.

"My apologies, but it seems that there's no time left. Your armor, young man."

All of the assassin’s earlier authority disappeared the instance he addressed the elderly woman. Acting like some embarrassed school child, Talon stepped forwards as he went to retrieve his armour and blushed as he thanked the woman. Standing up behind Talon, Jennifer’s expression was nothing but coy as she observed him. His earlier gesture had left her with a peculiar warm and fuzzy feeling long after they’d parted. She turned her dark eyes towards Trinity then and smiled at her mirthlessly, “How can we help you mam?”

"Seem's Domieen has found me finally. I knew that he would, especially after I found you. A God doesn't lose another God's presence unless their dead," the other woman explained. The mere mentioning of Domieen’s name was enough to make the side of her smile twitch dangerously. The man was the source of her problems in more than one way and his actions alone attracted her hatred like a moth to a fire. At this point, she’d do anything to prevent further harm from befalling Talon. She was so focused on her own thoughts that she failed to notice that the elderly woman had drawn close to her. Jennifer jumped as something cold was pressed into her palm. Declining her eyes down, she discovered the source of the strange sensation was a vial placed into her hands by Trinity. Jennifer raised a questioning eyebrow at the other woman before she was able to explain herself.

"This is for you, my lovely mage. With the dragon God Ieer's blood in his veins he will live for quite a while longer than any normal human. Much like an elf, in a sense. Should you wish to stay with him, this will allow you to do so. I can't make that decision for you. Think on it a bit before you decide, another hundred or thousand years on your life may be too long. Or, it may be just what you wanted."

Smirking wildly, Jennifer pocketed the vial before speaking, “Are you sure giving this to me is the right idea? I’m probably the last person this world wants to see live longer. More the point, you haven't told me how to remove the brace yet,” she said.

Trinity patted her over the head simply, "You should leave. I can hold them here,"

"I can't leave you here," Talon responded immediately.

Shaking her head, Trinity’s coarse laughter made even Jennifer frown. "Trust me. I'm no ordinary old woman, assassin. I've still got some bite to me, I'll have you know. Listen carefully before you go. There's a small chest near the back door of the house. Take it. There is some food, but most importantly, weapons. You'll be needing those. I can't replace your sword, but I'm sure you can manage. And last but not least, share that power with Jennifer as often as you can. Don't let it build up to the point of rejection. Do that, and you're going to be just fine. Now, go! Before I blast both of you out of my house,"

Taking her cue, Jennifer tugged at the assassin’s arm then. “You heard the old lady, she can manage herself. Besides, you only just got re-healed. All you'd do is pull her down,” she joked.

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Jennifer tugged at his arm, pulling him towards the back door as he watched the old woman vanish around the corner. His eyes narrowed at her as he stumbled back slightly. He didn't feel all that great letting the old woman take care of things on her own. He knew how powerful Domieen was and that alone was enough to push fear through his heart at her well being. Turning to Jennifer he frowned, "We're going to leave her?" he muttered, knowing all to well the answer. Talon ignored her joking comment, instead he followed her to the back of the house.

There Talon found the chest that the elder woman had spoken of and he took it from the desk as Jennifer led the way out the back door. He was met by blinding light, which was slightly confusing as he could have sworn it was nearing nightfall when he and Jennifer had left the caves of Kingsburrow. It took him a moment, but he finally realized they were in a powerful shield that protected the area. Stepping towards it, his hand reached out and he touched the barrier. It shimmered briefly but then gave way to him and he walked through it as if nothing were there at all.

With the mage right beside him he entered the darkened forest. There was no light here and it should have taken him longer to adjust his vision, but it seemed that the moment he stepped into the shadows, he knew exactly where he was. It was a strange feeling but something he was sure to get used to. Taking Jennifer by the hand he pulled her along, "Just follow me, don't use magic to light the way," Talon told her softly and started off into the night. He was more sensitive to magic than ever before and he could feel the presence of the True Dragons on the other side of the barrier to the elder woman's home. Just the same, he could feel Riena's embrace all around him and knew that the goddess was right there with him the entire time.

He moved quickly, fluidly through the forest without making a sound. He trusted Jennifer to be just as quiet, after all she was a sneaky woman in her own way. Talon didn't stop until they were far from the house. Kneeling down, he put the small chest on the ground and opened it. Inside was an array of weaponry, mostly throwing knives of different varieties and several daggers, more than he usually carried. Taking the weapons, he began putting them into their holders in his clothes, all the while keeping an eye out about him and Jennifer.

The assassin stopped as he began to sheath the third dagger somewhere on his person, the blade hovering over the belt that he'd intended to put it in. His eyes shot upwards and he looked back the way they'd come. Over Jennifer's shoulder his eyes caught the faintest flash of light before it faded away as if it'd never existed. He felt the pulse of powerful magic in the air, heavy like a growing pressure. With a frown he turned to Jennifer and finished sheathing the weapons, "Let's hurry. I'll try to call Vy, but I don't know if I can reach him."

He took her hand and started back through the dark forest, his mind stretching and reaching out for his dragon in the hope of getting a connection again.

Vier

A hand gripped her both in reality and in her dream world where she was locked in a fight with Domieen. In her dreams she'd been blasting the dragon God with all of her power. Everything she had she exploded on him, but nothing seemed to help. Instead it seemed to fuel him and the more power she used the more he grew stronger and his own magic tightened around her. Once she figured it out, she'd stopped and had tried to figure a way out of her predicament. It was hard to concentrated as he was sucking at her own life, and the pain was making it hard to focus. Until she felt Thane's presence. Then she grinned at the illusion that was Domieen.

"Domieen, through an ancient gate you've overstepped your boundaries, into a world that you have no power in. A godless world. Do not try to strike through the void. Mortis, the gauntlet I now wear, was created by god far more ancient and far more powerful than you for use in the Nephilim's ride in their conquest of worlds. It's not as powerful as it was then, but should you strike, it will at least cripple you for a time, possibly more. Know this. Vier is my apprentice, my subject now. I have plans for the girl and they do not involve you. Do not interfere."

Thane's voice reverberated in the dream and the deep tones of his words vibrated her chest as if he were right next to her. Domieen growled in response, but the magic that Thane used broke his connection and threw the dragon God out of her mind completely. The God's words filtered back to her though as he was shut off from the world she was in, "You may be out of reach for now, but once you step foot out of that place, you're mine."

To this, Vier laughed back at him until everything faded and she woke up. Sitting straight up, her magic returned to her and she felt her entire right arm ignite with power. Her magic was mixed with something else that she hadn't felt or used before and she looked at her arm to see the darkness twisting around her arm. With a wry smile she forced it to calm and return from where it came from inside her. The darkness faded and she turned her eyes to Thane who was kneeling at her bedside. With a frown she gazed at the top of his head.

"Why did you do that?" She asked him, "More importantly, what are your plans for me?" Her smile returned as she leaned over and ran a hand along his shoulder in her usual seductive presence. Stretching out across the bed, she lay on her front and eyed him, waiting for an answer though at the back of her mind she was slightly worried for the large Nephilim that knelt before her. Flicking her eyes across the room, she spotted the gauntlet that he'd spoken of. From where she lay she could feel it's power, even if it was dormant at the moment.

Turning her eyes back to Thane, she ran her finger across his shoulder, tracing circles as she waited. Via her touch, she could feel his weariness. He'd used so much power in the last few hours that Vier was sure the large man was more than just a little tired. With a smile that broadened, she ran her tongue across her lips and locked her fingers around his shoulder. A slow surge of magic twisted around her fingers and she focused the pure energy towards him. It wasn't much, but she figured it would help to make him feel a little better. He was much more powerful than herself, but any little bit of magical energy was better than none at all.

When she finished she went back to tracing circles while she lay her head on her other arm, "I hope some of those plans involve killing Domieen," she whispered.

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Jennifer fell in tightly after exiting the liquid shield, somehow managing to keep pace with the stealthy assassin. Pitch black scenery greeted her from the other side, indicating that day had progressed well into the night. Such was the thickness of the canopy that not a single glimmer of moonlight touched the dirt floor. Rotten foliage crunched beneath her boots as she navigated herself through the unmeasurable terrain, careful to avoid any immediate trees.

The sudden change in surroundings left her lost but not disorientated. Briefly she realised she’d lost Talon completely before something warm pulled at her arm. His physical contact served as her guide as Talon’s hand wrapped around her wrist, reassuring her as to his presence. "Just follow me, don't use magic to light the way," he cautioned and immediately she realised he was attempting to reduce the chances of them being detected.

Smirking, Jennifer nodded though she knew he couldn’t see it. “Lead the way then,” she responded in a hushed whisper, just loud enough so he could hear her.

He set off then, manoeuvring the both of them with all of the proficiency one would expect from an assassin. An aching silence consumed them as they were forced to keep on moving, constantly on alert for the slightest hint of danger. Jennifer had to strain her own hearing and eyes just to filter out the ambient cacophony of forest night life. Seconds to minutes then what felt like hours passed until Talon finally came to a halt.

After generating what he seemed to deem a satisfactory distance between them and the house, Talon crouched to the ground, bringing the chest down along with him. Watching him set about re-arming himself, Jennifer took the moment to regain some of her breath. Though experienced in travel and generally fitter than most, keeping pace with a trained assassin over an extended period of time was an exercise in futility itself.

"Let's hurry. I'll try to call Vy, but I don't know if I can reach him." Talon said after concealing the last of his weapons. Immediately he took her hand up again, but Jennifer resisted instantly, whipping her hand free from his grip.

Taking in deep, full portions of cold air, her chest heaved slightly as she frowned at him sadly. Eventually the mage sighed as she stood isolated in the darkness, silence descending like the prelude to a storm as she stared at the assassin with a hard expression.

“And just what do you intend to do after locating Vy?” She asked curtly, though more as a statement rather than question. “Don’t go Talon. There’s a good chance that Domieen still believes you’re dead. You don’t need to risk your life any further than this.”

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“And just what do you intend to do after locating Vy? Don’t go Talon. There’s a good chance that Domieen still believes you’re dead. You don’t need to risk your life any further than this,” her fingers slipped out of his grasp as she pulled back and stopped. Turning, Talon looked down at her as she gazed back at him with a hard glint in her dark eyes. He was caught off guard by her sudden plea to him. The assassin watched her for a long time, unsure of how to respond to her.

Reaching out, he brushed his hand across her face, entangling his fingers in her dark hair, "Are you telling me to run away with you? To turn my back on everything else?" He whispered softly in the darkness. He ran his thumb gently across her cheek bone, stroking her skin lightly.

"I'd be lying if I said that hadn't crossed my mind. Or if I said that it didn't sound amazing," he smiled softly, a sad tint to his tone however. Taking a step closer to her, he put his other hand on her face and brought her head up so that she couldn't look away from him, "I can't do that, Jennifer. What happens when Domieen raises Barthomel? One dragon God is bad enough to deal with, two would be even worse. They're seeking all the power that this world holds, to destroy it and re-build it. That means losing you and everything else I know and care about."

With a soft laugh he closed his eyes and pressed his head against hers, the tip of his nose barely brushing her own, "Like it or not, my 'chivalry' is kicking in. I'm going to protect you and everyone else," he pressed his lips against her forehead before speaking again, "Will you still fight with me? I would understand if you say no."

Vier

She raised an eyebrow as Thane told her not to worry about the details of what he wanted her to do exactly. Then she frowned as he told her that his reasons were something she wouldn't understand. Vier's chest constricted, she was a far more calculating and cunning woman than he thought her to be. Perhaps it would only take her showing him that to make him tell her what his plans were. With that in mind, her eyes followed him as he stood and his gaze shot off to the side of the room.

A sharp sound caught her attention as well and she looked to see what it was. The weapon that he'd had earlier began moving on it's own accord. The sight of it sent a thrill of shivers down her spine, some of fear some of awe. Thane attacked the thing, wrestling it down to the ground and strapping it to his arm. He proceeded, then, to shove the weapon through the wall and a little while after it seemed as if the weapon was restrained once more. It's shrieks died out and Vier's hearing returned with a slight ringing.

Her dark gaze watched as Thane slumped against the wall and slid down to the floor in exhaustion. He hadn't had time to rest properly, that much she was aware of. Blood stained his leg and she wondered where the wound was coming from. Slowly, Vier stretched off the bed, slinking much like a black cat towards him in a seductive manner, the only manner she knew how to act in. With a cunning smile she knelt down in front of him and let her eyes roam across his form as she looked for the wound.

"Shall I see to it?" she asked, speaking of the wound, her eyes flicking up to him. She pulled one finger up to her lips and bit it gently as she waited for his answer.

City Vaye

"Domieen only wants ones with power," he said harshly to the other five members that followed him. His eyes narrowed at them, they were the newest recruits to the True Dragons and already a few of them were letting their power get to their heads. One had tried to disregard his order and nearly killed several hundred people in the inn that they'd just left. Twice he'd told them to pick their prey wisely, twice a few of them failed to listen and they'd ended up with more bodies than necessary. More than enough to get noticed by the guards.

"We'll just take out anyone who see's us," another pipped in.

"Fools, are you trying to get us killed?"

"These petty human's can't kill us!"

"Not by them, you idiot. Domieen will have our heads for failure to follow orders."

That silenced them and they each looked to each other as they mulled over his words. With a heavy sigh of annoyance, the leader of the small band straightened his black robes as he peered out from the dark alley they'd taken refuge in. The streets were illuminated by bright glowing orange flames and filled with the sounds of the cities night life. He let his magic feel the air around them, stretching forth to touch and caress those that walked by without being noticed. For the most part all he felt were humans with now magic blood at all. Then he felt a group of mages, each of them were dressed very richly and he knew they must have been from Ro'ell. The city had been half burned (and could quite possibly be considered sacked), so it was no wonder that he saw the filthy men peeking out of their home land. Most likely seeking help in relief aids and such.

"Them," he ordered and the five other True Dragons slithered out of the shadows and fell into silent steps behind the group of high mages. Dark magic filled the air, the only thing that alerted the group of victims. Moments later and screams filled the air along with blasts of magic.

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"Like it or not, my 'chivalry' is kicking in. I'm going to protect you and everyone else,” he claimed, touching the top of her forehead tenderly. The feel of his warm lips made her bristle perceptibly between his hands, as though she were resisting his words. “Will you still fight with me? I would understand if you say no.

A long moment of silence followed as the mage remained motionless, her only reply being to bite the bottom of her lip. “I’m telling you to stay alive dammit,” she murmured.

Slowly, her chin rose as she looked up to stare at him, raising her dark gaze to meet his scrutiny. Staring into his eyes, she eventually broke and began chuckle from within his hold. “You already know you can’t trust me to fight alongside you. I’m selfish, flawed even,” Jennifer stopped sharply, her laughter hollow and devoid of humour almost. There was so much more she could say, but now wasn’t the time. Supporting herself up on his shoulders, some form of her mischievous manifested in a kiss of her own as she pecked his cheek before whispering into his ear.

“What if I said that I was beginning to agree with Domieen’s idea?” she asked. “What if I like the idea of a new world? This decadent society certainly doesn’t deserve your help.”

Like poison being drained from a wound, her voice faded from his ear as she leaned back, her arms now wrapped in a noose around his neck. “I don’t believe in chivalry Talon, just like I think nobility is vile. Its vain altruism,” she said, recounting their earlier conversation after discovering the brace in Skyfall. Arching an eyebrow, the mage took a sole step backwards whilst brushing strands of hair away from her face.

“Chivalry was created by those in power to control the masses. You’re not a knight who protects some authority Talon, you’re an assassin for Reev’s sake.” she rationalized, “Domieen commands an entire army. By going out there you’ll be sacrificing yourself.”

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He let go of her as she stepped away from him. Her words sunk in deep and it hurt to hear her say them. Did she really agree with Domieen? Did she honestly want to see the world burn? Did she even know what that would include? He would die, she would die along with everything else that she supposedly hated and didn't want to see anymore.

Turning sideways to her he looked out into the dark. Overhead the sound of thunder split the air for a moment, the smells of a storm filled the air as he started to speak softly, "You mean to tell me that you're alright with losing everything?"

He waited a moment, rain fell in that time of silence, "Everything as in myself included, Jennifer. Do you really think Domieen would keep us alive just because?" He shook his head and sighed softly, "You're contradicting yourself. You want this worlds destruction yet you don't want me to die. Which is it? Truthfully. Because you can't have both, it doesn't work like that. These Gods, they don't share power, at least not these two. I can guarantee that once Domieen raises Barthomel, that bastard of a God is going to die by his own handy work."

Lightning flashed overhead, illuminating the forest area and throwing strange shadows all around them for a mere moment before it all faded back into darkness. Talon's head dropped slightly, his eyes closing as he stood there. Why did it feel like he wasn't getting anywhere with her? Was there no changing her at all? The assassin ground his teeth as he stood there, letting the rain soak him through. He spoke finally after sometime.

"You say you won't fight with me. That's alright, but at least let me do this. If not for chivalry but for my own damned selfish needs, woman. I need you, and I need everything else that I've lived with."

He turned to her then, "And I won't die going against Domieen and Barthomel," stretching out his fingers he almost touched her once again, but stopped part way and clenched his fist tightly. His eyes grew hard as he watched her.

Reaching down he took her hand and drew out the newly acquired dagger of his, "but if destruction is really what you want," he put the handle of the blade in her hand and pulled the weapon up to his chest, holding it's point against him, "then start here."

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Jennifer’s eyes widened as her dark irises followed the dagger up to his chest. Listening to his words, a short gasp escaped her, a brief shadow of doubt freezing her mind until anger turned her expression fowl. All of her rage and frustrations spontaneously burst to the surface then, much like the sudden storm.

“Such a very poor choice of words. Do you expect me forget everything that’s happened in the past?” Jennifer snarled, smiling blatantly despite the bitter resentment of her tone, “Don’t patronize me Talon.”

The swift jerk of her arm sent the blade backwards then forwards, propelling the knife into his chest before halting a millimetre within his armour. Her head shook as she stood there, drenched in the pattering rain, “You’ve forgotten all that I’ve told you my dear assassin. How can I trust you to fight now when you’ve allowed yourself to be so easily killed by me?”

A twist and the blade vanished from her hand, materialising in the left as she brought it over scar on his cheek. Just enough to draw a sliver of blood. “You’ve got to make it slow and painful. Death is just too sweet a mercy. Everything ends at death,” she tisked before her hands fell down to his waist, sheathing the knife for him.

Water continued to roll over her face, imitating fake tears as the mage glared at him. “You asked me if I’m alright with losing everything,” she laughed hoarsely, masking her face with her free hand, “But I’ve got nothing to lose.”

Acting on cue, lightning flashed dramatically behind them, almost drowning out the sound of her voice. Taking a deep breath as if the air around them had grown thin, finally she sighed with resignation. “If you want to fight that badly though, fine. I won’t stop you. I can understand selfishness. I'll even help you control the braces power,” she said, "I just hope you realise selfishness goes both ways."

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He didn't move as she growled at him and thrust the dagger through his armor. The heavy leather that had been torn apart by Domieen, repaired by the old woman, tore as his sharp dagger went through it. She didn't cut him, though. He figured she wouldn't. Talon watched her with a heavy feeling in his chest, a saddened frown on his face. She was irritated, but about what exactly he wasn't sure. Him? Probably. The fact that he just asked her to kill him? Maybe. That he wanted to fight Domieen? Possibly.
Warmth spread down his face, right across the scar that curved along his cheek under his eye. She'd cut into the old scar, just a small scratch, before sheathing the dagger for him.

The real question that revolved around in his mind was what she felt for him. Sure she was spewing words of not wanting him to go and die, or fight. But then she'd just announced that she had nothing to lose. Was he not something that she considered important enough to be a loss? Talon wasn't sure at this point. Perhaps she was a far better actor than he thought her to be. The heavy feeling in his chest turned painful and he bit his lip in response to it.

Lightning flashed as she spoke again, “If you want to fight that badly though, fine. I won’t stop you. I can understand selfishness. I'll even help you control the braces power. I just hope you realize selfishness goes both ways."

He watched her as the rain came down heavier. Raising an eyebrow he decided to go out on a limb with his next choice of words, "Nothing to lose?" He leaned in close to her, just barely brushing his lips across her ear, "That's a lie."

Pulling away from her, he turned his back to her completely. Flexing the hand that was confined in the tight embrace of the silver bracer he thought about her last statement. She was going to help control the bracer? The way she said it sounded as if she hadn't intended to in the first place. But then, maybe that was just his misinterpreting it. As it stood, Jennifer was a hard woman to understand. Sharing the power with her was how he was supposed to keep it from rejecting him. That was easier said then done. How would he know when to share that power before it built up to the point of rejection? Maybe Jennifer would know, though at the moment he was feeling a bit evil and thinking more along the lines of keeping it from her just to see what exactly she would do. However, that wouldn't get anything done and there was no real point.

"Still bickering about that woman?"

Talon's head shot up and he looked around, a sharp gasp filling his lungs. The voice had been faint, but it had definitely reached him, "Vy!"

"I'm here. Alive and well. You?"

"Alive, obviously, and just fine. How are things from your end?"

"Vaye had an encounter with a few True Dragons, but it seems that Locien put them down rather quickly. As far as that, I don't know if anything else of importance has happened, I just woke recently. Haven't been able to reach you until now, I've been far to weak. Talon..."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"I thought you were killed. Everything I felt from you, all of that pain. There was no way you could have survived. How...?"

"I'm not even sure myself. But, I do have Jennifer to thank. I'm sure she played a part in keeping me alive, somehow."

"Yet you're still fighting internally about her... Typical of a human. Why don't you just tell her you're in love with her?"

"As if that'll solve anything. We're talking about Jennifer, Vy. She doesn't believe in chivalry, or love."

"Instead of saying it, why don't you show it?"

Talon ground his teeth in response.

"Oh, you did that already. Then what's the problem?"

"Shut up you overgrown reptile!"

The sound of Vy's laughter was a relief to hear, even if it was because the large dragon was teasing him once again. With a sigh and a shake of his head he turned to look over his shoulder at Jennifer for a moment before facing the darkness again, "Are you alright to fly?"

"You have to ask? I'm already half way there."

Talon smiled warmly and released a soft sigh. Without turning he spoke to the mage behind him, "Vy's almost here. I hope you're ready to fly again," he paused, taking a deep breath, "I'll make sure you don't regret this, Jennifer. I... I promise that," he said, changing what he was going to say originally at the very end.

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She could almost see his thoughts swirling as the assassin remained speechless throughout the entire process, his brow crestfallen and casting deep pockets of darkness around his eyes. He couldn’t see it past her ear, but the smirk plastered across her face oozed with cruel mockery as water continued to rain down all around them. "That's a lie," he stated, leaning into her ear. His tone, wet with confidence, surprised her but Jennifer was too well versed in hiding her emotions by now to show it. Thunder rumbled in the chilly air, yet the immediate space around them seemed hot and heavy.

“Oh? What makes you an expert now?” she returned coyly, still smiling. Mirroring her faceless expression, mysterious realms of shadows lined the trail all around them, and now the smell of wet mud and vegetation was beginning to permeate the air with a near constant mist. The mage seemed as evasive as ever as she stared at him, no word, no expression other than her near constant grin offering any indication as to her thoughts.

Without further word, Talon performed a full three-sixty, placing his back between her and his face as he returned to his silent deliberations. Standing under the thin canopy overhead, Jennifer saw confusion and frustration mixed together in equal measures. The heavy rain utterly failing to dim the course of their fight. Talon’s nimble form flickered through the undergrowth, half illuminated by thin rays of moonlight.

A long moment passed as he simply stood there, drenched to the bone much like herself. Jennifer felt strands of wet hair clinging to her face as the relentless rain paltered down all around them, pitter-pattering and congealing puddles. The passing time tempted her into asking about their situation until the assassin’s voice penetrated the stormy weather. Without turning to look at her, Talon spoke aloud, "Vy's almost here. I hope you're ready to fly again," he informed her, pausing to take a deep breath, "I'll make sure you don't regret this, Jennifer. I... I promise that,"

Suddenly behind him, her fingers crawled over his shoulder as she once again lifted herself to whisper into his ear. “Words can be powerful tools Talon. I’ll hold you to that,” she murmured before stepping past him to observe the area around them. Glancing upwards, she smiled gingerly back at the assassin, “As much as I like meandering out in the rain I have to question whether or not this is a viable time to be flying.”

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Talon only nodded as he felt her fingers across his back followed by her words. She obviously didn't believe him, but he was determined to prove to her that he was a man of his word. Along with everything else he wanted to prove to her. He was hopeful that he could turn her thoughts around. Maybe in time, along with a few other things as well. The assassin was probably going to have to change as well to make any progress with her.

Lightning flashed again as Jennifer asked him if it was a good idea to be flying. He looked up at the dark canopy above them, water fell on his face and curled along his sharp jaw line, trickling down his neck and passed the leather of his shirt. The wind wasn't terrible, it was just the rain that fell heavily upon them and the occasional flash of lightning.

"We'll be fine," he answered her, "If falling off is what you're worried about, I'll hold you in front of me," he said with a slight grin as he turned his head to look at her. Her figure was saturated in rain water and she looked all the more beautiful. Talon reached to his waist and tightened down all of the belts and the armor along his body. When that was done, he reached out and took her hand and started leading her once more through the wet darkness.

"There should be a clearing somewhere around here, we'll meet Vy there. Vaye had some visitors from Domieen, but I guess Locien took care of them already. I don't know if Vaye is next to go, but we should hurry there none-the-less."

Talon moved swiftly through the trees, keeping a tight hold on the lithe mage in case she lost her footing in the mud and puddles around them. It didn't take him long to navigate through the darkness, assisted no doubt by the bracers power that engulfed him. They broke through the tree line into a downpour of water that had nothing to break it apart. It was raining harder in the clearing than under the treetops.

Lifting his gaze, Talon spotted the large form of Vy whirling around in the sky, illuminated by the flash of lightning. The large silver dragon started his downward decent in slow circles, making his form grow the closer he got. Soon, Vy settled on the ground, shaking the earth with his massive size. His enormous, silvery, spiky head slithered towards Talon and eyed him carefully. The large dragon then stretched his head and looked over to Jennifer. To both of them, he pressed his nose against them in a satisfied greeting.

"It seems that you're both alright, though you seem to have lost quite a bit of blood, are you sure you're alright to be running around right now?"

"I'm fine, I feel... stronger almost. It's hard to explain."

"Might be the dragons blood coursing through you. This will be interesting to say the least."

Talon responded by reaching out and patting Vy's large, soft nose. Turning he motioned for Jennifer to mount Vy first. Once she was up, he followed and settled in behind her. Wrapping his arms around her, he took the reigns and pulled slightly. Vy launched off the ground and snapped his wings open, flinging water all around them. In a matter of seconds they were on their way to the city Vaye.

City Vaye

The door to the inn slowly creaked open, allowing both Jennifer and Talon entry. Talon's sharp gaze caught Locien's form seated at the bar, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. Moving across the near empty inn (it was fairly late in the night, nearing morning), he crossed his arms over his chest and smiled at the taller elf.

"Drinking without me?" The assassin called teasingly to get the man's attention.

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Rania Birviel Character Portrait: Lyuze Pyren

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Locien sat where he was and drank for most of the night. He was close to the point of falling asleep when he heard Talon's voice. "Really Talon? I try to drink my sorrows from the past down the river, and missing people are found again." Muttered Locien sarcastically as he stretched himself. "Sorry for that. My father's here and he's been pushing the matchmaker card on me again. He really wants to find a replacement bride that badly so that he can be able to at least enjoy the company of some grandchildren."

"Not true!" Came the voice of Maelthra from his watching post at the rooms of Rania and Lyuze, who were sound asleep from recovering from Soran's magic.

"So is." replied Locien before looking at Talon. "I put up with the old man though. So lemme fill ya in on what happened. We got to Vaye, then the next thing I know, Soran's on my hind rear again and we fight until he runs off again. Then my father shows up to give at least some backup and again, to try and pull the matchmaker card on me."

"Will you at least look at the list I compiled on most of the beautiful girls in the land before you blow me off?" Maelthra called down from his watching post. "Would mean a great deal for both of us if you did."

"For the ten thousandth time no father." Replied Locien. "Then some true dragons came, but they seemed like new recruits, not much of an easy fight, took them out easy." Locien took another sip of the pint he was working on currently. "So that about wraps things up with me. How about you? What the heck happened, did you run into the blasted Domieen or something?" He asked with great and unerring interest. He was at least glad he and Jennifer made it safely to Vaye.

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Rania Birviel Character Portrait: Lyuze Pyren

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Jennifer rolled in after Talon, strutting almost with her hands behind her backs. It was virtually warming to be inside the relative comfort of the bar room, shielded as it was from the outside weather, but the stench of unwashed masses ruined the mood. Glancing sidelong at Locien, the mage appeared pleased by the awkward show of bickering set between the elf and his so called father. Judging by the dark growl of annoyance in his tone, the stony-faced elf looked set to snap at any moment. Fortunately, Jennifer was immune to sympathy.

"Will you at least look at the list I compiled on most of the beautiful girls in the land before you blow me off? Would mean a great deal for both of us if you did."

The sudden voice caught the mage by surprise, causing a minor frown to settle over her still damp features. In contrast with Locien, the father bristled with far too much energy for someone as old as she imagined him to be.

"For the ten thousandth time no father." Locien responded, reluctance weaved into his every word. The younger elf resumed his briefing then, gazing at the duo with dark inset eyes whilst taking modest sips of his beverage. "Then some true dragons came, but they seemed like new recruits, not much of an easy fight, took them out easy. So that about wraps things up with me. How about you? What the heck happened, did you run into the blasted Domieen or something?"

“To think that the great and ancient Locien who busted me out of Domieen’s lair itself would be reduced this,” Jennifer taunted, rounding Talon to take a seat at the same table. She shuffled her slender frame until she was fully contented then smiled merrily at the dark elf, “A father’s boy.”

“More to the point, what happened to us is the least of our concerns,” she continued without waiting for further replies. Planting her cheek within her palm, she leaned against the table's flat surface before directing her eyes at both Talon and Locien. “What matters is what we plan to do next about our dear friend Domieen,” Jennifer said, being blunt for once. “The True Dragons have razed every major city they’ve come across, and so far, there’s absolutely no sign of them stopping.”

By the way she spoke so casually, the notion of destruction and ruin which had come to pass seemed entirely familiar to the mage, but Jennifer chatted on regardless of their thoughts, “Domieen was kind enough to inform us that he needed blood and magic to achieve his goals, so something tells me giving him war just plays into those gauntlet hands of his. What we do know though is that he seems to have taken up residence in Laowlee.” At the end of her sentence she glanced towards Locien, looking for confirmation almost.

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Thane Illuvatar Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Vier

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