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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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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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“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."

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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.