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Shadows of The Forgotten

Shadows of The Forgotten Open!

Things seem to have calmed in the land of Valcrest. The war, the assassins' inner disputes, the peoples' demands for a solution... But is the land actually calm, or is this just a calm moment before a even bigger storm? (FULL)

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Owner: Blackbird26
Game Masters: Mr_Doomed, Blackbird26
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#, as written by Tyce
Phelix had been riding next to Krander, not just today but a majority of his life. Krander was actually so close that he rested his head on Phelix's shoulder while they rode their horses towards Newhaven. Krander woke and sat up on his horse. "We are about an hour out Krander," Phelix said while Krander shook his head to wake up. "Phelix, you don't know how much this means to me, and I want you to know that I never have held us going and staying up here your fault. I know you would not have lived because of the assassinations but I chose to go up and after all you have done for me..." He paused. "I don't know, I have a lot going on in my head because I have no idea how this is going to play out, and I have no idea what condition Mageria is even in." A tear fell from his left eye. Phelix wiped it away and softly said, "Krander, we shall ride in silence until we are there, and you can sort your thoughts." They kissed and rode in silence. Phelix had some thoughts to sort himself...

About an hour later Krander saluted to the Gate Guard who luckily was new and did not recognize Krander. He didn't want word spreading that he was back before he got to see Mageria, and talk to whoever was running the show as the Captain of the White Knights, and the king or queen of Newhaven. Krander and Phelix hopped off their horses and Krander grabbed the box of letters and his knapsack while Phelix grabbed everything else and a stable-worker took care of the horses. Krander went to where his old room was and noticed a new name on the door, "Thomas." He felt a gut retching feeling but dismissed it momentarily. Down the hall he reached Mageria's room. He dropped the box of letters next to the door, straightened his deerskin vest, looked to Phelix for emotional support, got the nod and knocked. He heard armor slowly clinking towards the door, a sound he oddly missed. As the door opened Krander felt a rush of emotions. He couldn't help but smile. He saw as Mageria looked a bit confused but looked at his mouth. His "vampire" fangs were always his give away feature. Mageria looked from one of his teeth to his eyes, to his other tooth and she held her breath. Her eyes changed colors so quickly so many different times that Krander had trouble looking at them. He momentarily closed his eyes and when he opened them again a hand had grabbed his vest, clinched around it, and tossed him across the room.

"Stupid, self-righteous, son of a bitch!" she screamed as he flew through the two wooden rods holding up the top part of her bed. He luckily landed on the cushion of the mattress but the top of the bed collapsed on top of him. Before he could react a suit of armor hit him like a battering ram slamming him into the back of the bed and against the wall. He avoided a punch that landed on the brick and a moment of surprise flashed across Mageria's face. He whistled a high pitch tune and she covered her ears. He then blasted her gently with enough of a hit to push her off the bed.

She rolled over backwards and hit her head. "You uptight over-bred do gooder devil!" she screamed as a chair flew across the room shattering just inches from Kranders head. For a moment he returned to when he was in training and his partner was Mageria. He instinctively grabbed his arm which she had broken. He didn't understand. He was alive, and was in good health, and so was she, why was she behaving so irrationally? If he knew one way to break Mageria down it was to not allow her to get a hit in, and fighting someone her equal really pissed her off. He got up and chucked one of the broken banisters from the bed at her face. She threw herself on the floor and flipped back up running at Krander. "Over-bred, under-developed arrogant ass!" Again, he was slammed into the wall by the battering ram of metal. She hit him in the chest knocking the wind out of him. Too bad for her it was at such a force that again sent her tumbling. They both got up and circled the room. Phelix was sitting at her desk on one of the seemingly fewer chairs left in the room with the box in front of him. He scanned the room and noticed a bottle of nice wine. "Don't mind if I do." he said sighing and walking over to grab it. He had to duck as more things were thrown. After he picked up the bottle he went back to the chair, popped it open, and watched the rest of the show.

Mageria got up yet again trying to tackle Krander and she barely missed, but that was because Krander was ready. He took one of the chairs and bashed her over the back of her armor and head as she fell to the ground in a heap. She was at the base of the fireplace which didn't seem to have been lit for a while. She reached in and threw a cloud of ash at Krander as he breathed in. He coughed, gagged and teared up as the ash filled his lungs and stung his eyes. Mageria staggered to her feet and stood there weaving drunkenly.

"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE," she screamed. "Just go back to whatever God's be damned hole you crawled out of and leave me alone again!!! " She collapsed to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably. It was too much. The pain she had been fighting ever since Grim died in her arms simply broke and she couldn't deal with it anymore. She was so damn cold and shaking, she didn't think that she could get up if she tried. Choked sobs wrenched their way out of her chest, carrying almost incoherent words with them. "Jus . . . Just go away . . . Leav . . . leave me alone . . . again. It hurts . . . hurts less that way."

Phelix immediately got out up and gave her a hug.
"It is alright Mageria, everything will be okay." He patted her back. She just fell to the floor mumbling nonsense.
Krander got up and tried to assess the situation but Phelix was already pulling Mageria up against what remained of her bed. She was bawling. Completely irrevocably sobbing so hard no one could understand. She kept motioning and trying to talk but couldn't.
"Mageria, take your time," Phelix said rubbing her back. "We will talk when you are ready." For about five minutes Mageria just cried. Krander had never even seen a tear when she had been attacked in training, by a demon, during a war or when children died she tried to help save. Nothing seemed to get to her. He walked over to her and she tried again to slap him but was so hysterical that she barely even pushed his face to the side. Krander held up two fingers, the sign of surrender. She took a deep breath, and flashed that sign that the military would never claim as its own. They could almost reunite.

Mageria gulped a deeper breath. "Stupid arrogant overdressed prick. I thought you were dead." Miserably she drew her knees up and wrapped her arms around them. "Thought you both were dead." Her eyes dulled as she remembered what she ahd been doing only a little bit ago. "So damn many dead . . ."

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