The Legend of Renalta (IC!)

The wave explodes in impact and as the smoke and explosion rise, Kage laughs phycoticly. "BAKA, BAKA! My powere comes from the gods themselves!" He slids his katanas back into their case as he grins. Then the grining goes away and he gets a calmed face now.

he replies to her," Get your head.. do...", the wave hits the shield and it releases a very great light .it nearly broke through the shield ... .

Meghan heard the crash and was blinded temporarily by the light. She blinked rapidly and stayed on the ground. After regaining her eyesight, she peaks around, glancing sidelong through her peripherals. She didn't really feel like getting her head chopped off by a purple sword or something so she opted to stay put and keep her head low. She didn't hear much more happening, she asked sarcastically, "What's going on now? Green ooze that melts everything it touches or something?"

Shax'uth stared at the spot where kage gated away "Damn humans." He mutters, then turns back to finishing the animus. He works like this for several miniutes. He stops as a strange sensation comes over him.."Finally!" He shouts as the message of the gods is recived. He quickly activates what animus are complete, about a dozen "Go out into the world, my children, and blend in with society until I give you your individual orders.." He then calls out all the creatures than can exist in the sun. He tells those who answer to go into the world of men, and make them remember why the gods abandoned them..why they fear the dark. Then, he himself leaves the cave in the hands of a vampiric wizard, and went out to cause his own brand of chaos.

He then turns to where the explosion was at, "Just in case." He lifts his arm toward them and a orb of darkness apears. "Oblivion Sphere." The orb launches toward them.

his shield broke from the great wave , he than notices how his enemy fires at him an orb badly he cant fire a fire orb at him because it's too late , he hets the girl that was behind him so she could fall and act as a shield for her , the orb hits him breaking both his armor and his body ... he falls with blood driping out of his helmet .... and hits the solid ground ....( he is't dead ) .

Meghan got a look of disgruntled annoyance and shouts, "Really?! Honestly guy!" She jumped up and spat making an obscene gesture. "That's to you and your magic. Why don't you fight like a real...well, man...and use your hands?!" She glanced down at the broken man at her feet and takes out her claymore again.

Kage laughs at the female human. "So, your one of the humans that lost knowledge of magic. Even the one tha knew there was weak." He raises both katanas above him. "But don't worry, I will end your lives now." The katanas begin to grow a gaint dark aura. RIght when he was about to do something, he felt a force. "What?! It can't be." He looks behind him at the distance. "This feeling......has she returned?" He felt the power of the one of royal blood appearing. He returns his katanas to their case and dark aura gathers on his back. He then tells the humans, "Be thankful your lucks have saved you two." Then, the dark aura forms a pair of dark wings on him and he takes flight into the distance.

Meghan sighed, frustrated. "COWARD!!!" she shouts at the sky at the receding figure. She grimaces and sheaths her sword. She glances at the man at her feet again and wonders briefly what to do with him. She thinks he's dead and toes his arm. Seeing no response, Meghan shrugs and walks the short distance to her pack. She picks it up and swings it over her shoulder. She looks up at the sky again and heads in the opposite direction of the...thing. She knew he had hesitated for some reason unbeknown to her. She had no desire to get tangled up with that one again, or any more magic for that matter. She suddenly felt a little daunted by the fact that there was magic out there and she had been totally unprepared for it in battle. Meghan sniffed and tried to remain determined.

julian raised his arm and trayed to get up but he falls into the ground , his helmet was coverd in his own blood .... he at least protected what was so precious to him and that is the pure human soul ..

Kyri looks at all the people now in the Cave, taking a few steps away from the group. She was incredible distrusting of everyone in this Cave. Kyri felt some of her Magicka return to her, the Icy Shards were leaking Magicka. After all, these Shards had been absorbing it from her for a long long time. Quickly, Kyri brings her Bo Staff up to a defensive possition, mainly protecting her Chest/Head Area. She would wait a few moments longer before attempting to escape the Cave with Illusionary Magic.

The Air suddenly feels a bit colder, and those who are in tune with Magic could easily feel the leaking Magicka from the Icy Shards.

Kage travels through the sky in high speed, following the sense of the magic of the royal blood. "I must check to see if it is her. If it is, I must inform the gods of her return."

Almaz had a hard time spelling 'menacing' when he was running with all of his might, fear driving his heels. Yet, it struck him, thinking how an adventurer like him could be running at the face of gremlins, of all things. Small, runty creatures rejected by trolls as an inferior being, setting up their own society to atleast look somewhat menacing to other creatures. Safe to say, it didn't work, except when it came to Almaz: the moment he saw them holding crude blunt shovels he ran in panic.

Yet it wasn't the first time he had a mind war with this at mind: usually he'd just state that he was making a 'tactical retreat' or that he lost his element of surprise. But when the hard truth is uncovered, there was no way he could avoid the fact that he was a coward at heart. Maybe he should have just changed his name to 'SuperZero Almaz' when he gets back. "Did I lose them?" pondered Almaz, amidst heavy panting as he leaned on his knees, trying to catch a breath. From the distance, the faint silhouette of the gremlins looked around in confusion, implying that they lost him. What was unknown to Almaz, however, was that the group was laughing. Uncontrollably. They laughed at how a cowardly creature ran faster than any bird in flight.

Almaz exhaled forcefully, trying to wash away his weariness within one breath. "Well, I lost them..." he whispered to himself, leaning against a tree trunk and slipping down to the ground slowly. "But now I'm lost..." he whimpered, until a growl from his stomach broke his train of thought. Almaz groaned out lowly. If a real adventurer looked ahead of the trip and actually planned out his equipment, then he would be a Foolish adventurer: confident (While Drunk) that he would make it back in just a few days, Almaz stuffed his pockets with some Rice crackers and a small parchment of Salted Beef. Funny Story how he lost the Crackers when Crows swooped down and consumed it, while he had to drop the Salted Beef to distract a Grizzly during hot pursuit. Despite his safety, one thing was for sure: he was stranded within Miles and Miles of Forestry, and he was famished beyond belief.

Almaz literally dragged himself along the forest walk despite the groaning protest of his stomach's growling. Each hero had their own share of bad days, but this one just had to be his worst.

Neil knew when he was beat, and a bear was something he knew he'd never have a chance against, not after the first one this morning, and he hadn't even really, won against her. He gripped the purple stone that burned, feeling a cold patch he could feel magical energy dispersing from the ice. The stone beat in unison with his heart, and as he concentrated, cooled down. A white circle grew around his hand, he counted in his head.

Ten, someone else came into the cave. Nine, the bear spoke? Seven, it spoke again. Six, the bear continued to speak..... Two, Kyri disappeared, and finally 1, he vanished with an explosion of light and a crack. The next thing Neil saw was the hard ground of the forest rushing towards him. He hit it hard, knocking the wind from his body. Groaning Neil worked his way up to his feet, still unsteady the purple charm had ceased to burn and was now a comforting warmth. "What was that about?" he asked no one in particular, "A dream, this is just some stupid dream." He convinced himself swaying slightly as he walked onward driven by stubbornness.

He leaned up against the rough bark of a giant tree and let out a sigh, Don't stop moving, he told himself as he pushed on, Don't stop moving.. Slightly delirious, that single spell had nearly put him unconscious, teleporting required channeling, and energy. In this case, he had energy, and he had certainly channeled it properly, but, he'd teleported too far, taking away more energy than he wanted too. He took what he thought was the path he'd come to the dreamed cave from, but instead took another path in his haste to escape from the cavern. After a time of walking and thoroughly losing himself he slouched down onto a tree.

His arm throbbed in pain, ripping away the cloth from his upper arm Neil exposed the rough skin to the elements. Examining it he concluded it was, decent, and wrapped it with the cloth he'd torn away. He leaned his head back. "C'mon, get up." Neil told himself His body denied him and embraced the comfort of the soil and tree bark that were anything but comfortable. With a final gaze to the sky he saw a white bird fly above him. A good omen he thought to himself with a slight smile. He waited patiently for his energy to come back, pondering all the while why he had gone on such a stupid trip, "Look at me, the big hero saving the damsel in distress." He said aloud with a laugh. "I can't believe I thought it was true." As exhaustion dulled Neils senses he bathed in a pool of self-pity and disappointment.

Kyri sees Neil dissapear. That was the only person she even mildly trusted, dissapearing using Magic. Kyri looks at everyone else, a bit of Fear was in her eyes before she finally thought that she had enough Magic to start using some Spells. Better get this over with.. Kyri thinks to herself before closing her eyes, concentrating for a moment, and seeming to dissapear into thin air. She couldn't keep this up for long, and anyone who had a great sense of Smell or some Magical ability to see through her Illusion, could follow and maybe even stop her.

Kyri quickly dashed out of the Cave, fear was gripping at her. A talking Bear? Some man who tried to steal her Staff? And Neil, who dissapeared without a trace?! Kyri was on the verge of tears. This was nothing like her home, or her time. She knew she wasn't Dreaming; Magic doesn't work right in Dreams. That and it felt too Real to be just a Dream. She ran through the Forests, and after about two minutes of this she throws off her Illusion. She couldn't afford to drain all of her Magicka on one Spell. She was on her own, in a World of confusion and.. and..

Kyri stops, looking around her at the marvelous Forest around her. Her Kingdom had Forests, sure. But this Forest.. It was completely Natural.. and Beautiful.. How tall the Oak Trees grew made her wonder if this was in fact nothing more than a Dream.. She shakes herself and continues to Run, quickly getting into some thick Bushes. Only for a few moments however, then she bursts out onto a Dusty path. She looks left, to see what appeared to be a Warrior. She then looks Right, and sees a small band of Gremlins. The Gremlins quickly charged at her, Kryi didn't know what they were but immediatly assumed that these little twisted things with Shovels were out to hurt her.

Kyri closes her eyes for a moment, then slams the Ground with her Palms of her Hands. Immediatly, Icy Spikes jut out from the Ground and into the small group of Gremlins. They go flying in various directions, hitting trees and the ground. The few that could still walk, immediatly drop their Shovels and retreat. Kyri smiles for a moment before falling onto her Knees. She still shouldn't be using this Magic; it drained on her too much. She was panting from the Dash and looked like any regular Damsel in Distress. Kyri just hoped that the Warrior fellow behind her wasn't a dangerous person.. She was sick of Dangerous people..

Kage reached the forest where he felt the magical force. "It came from around here." He looks down below searching for any sign of the royal blood from the prophecy. "Now where are you my princes." He lets out a small grin as he looks below.

Almaz, the Hero Fanboy and 5-star SuperZero, was weary from all the running, fighting and running some more. Right now, he was dulled by the repetitive scenery, haunted by the possibility of dying alone. Just the thought of Death's embrace ensnaring his mortal body, trapped in an ecstatic trance of agony and self pity caused a chill to run down his spine. All great Heroes had something great to remember them with, like the swift Arc'Aile shooting down Solaris, the jealous brother of the North Star or Hatchan the Fish Warrior and how his blood served as nourishment to the marine life in Solminus Bay, but what could he be known for? The Scourge of Gremlins and the King of Cowards? He didn't want to be a laughing stock for all of Infinity. But this was what made Death ever so painful for Almaz the SuperZero: Due now, be remembered as the Lamest Hero in all of eternity.

"Come now, body, Just a few more steps..." he told to himself, "We'll get through this, I Promise!"

Even with the Innate ability to completely screw up at everything he did, Almaz had something he was happy to say no other Mercenary/Hero has: A seemingly endless source of determination or will to persevere. Not once has Almaz snapped under the pressure of the endeavour, neither has he given up on any task he was assigned. No matter how hard or tough it was, he always pulled through. His only regret, however, was how much effort he exerted into the deed but was still paid substantially less than a hired hand. Perhaps the fact he took E-Ranked missions could explain why his pockets rarely jingled with the hum of clashing metal, but it was irritating, both to him and his heroic pride.Maybe on his way back he could try a D-Ranked Mission, and gain some substantial amount of cash-

"KYYYAH!"

Suddenly, the sickening feeling of weakness and vulnerability washed over him. The weight of the Net brought him down to his knees, only to be knocked down to the ground with additional weight pressing down from him. As small as they can be, Gremlin Trappers were to be reckoned with: earned the right to use strong Iron netting bought from the Goblins of the land, their Nets were near impenetrable and made any creature helpless before a swarm of angry shovel wielding Gremlins. But as quickly as the Net came about, so quickly did the pain envelop him: a sting of pain, fear and irritation came over him as two or three Gremlins pounded at him with their minuscule shovels, like a pinata being gutted from the inside out by anxious children. Almaz knew this was the end, the weight of the net, gremlins and the striking of shovels slowly blurring out his eyesight within a tide of pain. What a pathetic end to such a great prospective hero. Maybe he could join the Heroes in their banquet at paradise, maybe he could finally meet Armaldo-

"KIIIIEEE!"
"BBAAHHH!"


The Gremlins were sent flying in all directions, some making impact against trees and boulders, some even falling to the ground like ragdolls. Tall pillars of Crystal Blue ice, as elegant as they were deadly, protruded from the ground unnaturally. Almaz had heard of Magicka before, but he never witnessed any of it in public: Mages fancied themselves as a higher beings and loathed the common masses, but even this class restriction did not hinder his interest. He could only look ahead, mouth agape from awe and wonder as his remaining captors fled from panic, leaving their gear and their shovels scattered among the dust. After a few minutes of struggling, Almaz finally cleared out the net, only to see his true saviour.

"A-A-A-A A girl!?" he yelped out, astonished yet embarrassed as to how a woman saved him, of all people.

He didn't discriminate when it came to Female Heroes: the great Giselle Oslo, known as the Prism Bullet 'Lagretta' was a gunslinger who can hit an ant from miles away, was one of his most cherished hero(ines)es. But still, it was embarassing in two ways: a Woman doing what he was supposed to do and how she witnessed him being wailed on by Pathetic gremlins. Surely this could hurt his heroic pride, but he could only swallow his pride for one moment.

After gulping outloud, he simply approached the young lady, trying not to surprise her to...evoke a certain intent. He was strong, and she was weak, on the verge of collapsing. Should anyone pass by, it wouldn't look like he was taking advantage of her weakness and the situation.

"Uhm...Excuse me, Ma'am..." he whispered, "Th-Thank you very much for saving my skin, funny thing how I was caught, really.." he talked on, lost within the Vector of his somewhat embarrassing moment. What he failed to notice, and thankfully, was how graceful her feminine curves were, enough to make a man forget his true purpose.


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Contrary to what people thought, Nobles have so little time to do what their hearts desire: the usual pleasure of walking through the Botanic Gardens, followed by a small hunting expedition rounded off with a nice dandy spot of Tea. Yes, the Life of an Aristocrat was easy but time consuming, if Roswell could say so. Building a Paradise in the deepest depths of Hell's Cesspool was a daunting task, and he deserved recognition from it, even if he did enslave a few Hundred people to a life of serfdom with little chance to a brighter future. Want more pay? You could face the Lash for saying that. Roswell has many loyal allies whom help him run the little spectacle of oppression in his land. Nothing served him best than Young Women served him while he reclined in his luxurious manor reading about Lore and Historical accounts.

He read a treatise about how the rich deserved to thrive while the poor became a tool for the Mightier. Eugenics, as it was called. He finished reading a commentary made by his friend about Darwinian values, so this all made much sense to him. And what better to do than to carry out what he learned into the real world? To his eyes, he was only doing his own form of charity to the shattered world by bringing back Paradise. This world needed a leader, and he gave them one. New World Order in the form of Oppression, justified by a means of suffering and spread through brutal conquest.

"My Liege..." a humble voice spoke out, "An associate of yours wishes for your presence..."

Normally, not even Roswell would dignify a woman like her with his attention, but he couldn't help but to gorge his eyes in a humble beauty: Silvery White hair flowing to her waist, Porcelain white skin decorating her light frame. Topaz yellow eyes, shining with the glint of humility and a faint shred of hatred shone brightly amidst a well-chiseled face. Clad in a garb that further exemplified her delicate frame, particularly exemplifying her gentle curves. A fickle finger titled the Maid's chin up, much to Roswell's fascination. A beautiful face came only once in a lifetime, so why not indulge in a pleasure so seldomly seen. Roswell's hand graced her chin lightly, keeping a light but persistent grip to her head as he turned her gaze sideways, observing her face from side to side. He noticed a light blush formulate from her cheeks, but most of all, he noticed her clench her fist in an attempt to hold her fury at bay.

"I see you still fall for the Odd ones, Roswell." a voice barked out jokingly from the darkness, "I see you've never changed."

"And what of you, Karel?" scoffed Roswell, "Getting any younger? Or are you still after every woman in general?"

The two seemingly antagonizing men simply burst into laughter, much to the maid's discomfort. Roswell walked forward and shook hands with the man. Karel Fortunata. The 'Dealer', known jokingly as "Criminal Supermarket" by others in the Rozen Aristocracy. Tall build with ocean blue eyes, the man nearly resembled Roswell, but were different by their never-ending rivalry for those whom mistake the two as Brothers. However, the warm welcome soon dissolved into dispute, Karel expressing disbelief and a trace of contempt.

"You sent out a Kid on a mission because some Preacher ranted on about Providence? I mean, I know you to be respectable and all, but aren't you taking it a bit...too far?"

A nasty smirk formulated on his face. He hated being questioned about his motives or actions, and being angered wasn't exactly the best thing to do in such situations...

"A threat to the Aristocracy must not be held lightly, from the blaspheming mouth of a child or the ranting of a monk, they must be punished with the lash and fire." and he spoke with a flame flickering in his eyes.

But, as a raging inferno, his contempt died out all so suddenly. A light smirk returned to his face, closing his eyes to think a little deeper. "But...May we talk it over a serving of tea?" he asked, lending out his arm to Karel. His head swayed from side to side, trying to show disapproval over his apparent weakness for delicacies.

"Hm. A glass of Cordial and you have a deal." retorted the young man,
"You have a deal."

Karel smiled, bowing down as a testament to his usual attitude, "Lead the way, Oh humble Host"

For now, Roswell smiled, walking away with his Cape fluttering as if under the drift of the wind.

Kaen had been sitting under a tree, meditating in the quiet forest. He had traveled much, and was weary. He sat there and continued to meditate, until someone passed by. It was a young woman. He couldn't help but stare at her. She was lavishly dressed in clothing that was unlike any clothing that he had seen in his life. Who is that girl? Where is she from?, he thought. He rose and followed her quickly, but far enough so that she would be unable to sense him. He sensed a strong aura of magic power around her. He smiled, and felt through the earth for any bodies. He felt several animals, and a human body as well. He held out his hand and cast a spell that would raise the bodies and bind them to his will. The earth shook as tendrils of his power reached the corpses. THe earth split at they rose and looked at him for commands. "Bring me the girl. I want her alive.", he said emotionlessly. The skeletal horrors ran off in the direction of the girl. He smiled at his handiwork.

Kyri smiles a bit before standing up and turning around. Her Dark Blue Eyes revealed some fatigue, but she was still ready to fight. If only in a desperate act to save her own skin. "Well, It wasn't a problem.. Although, you don't seem to be an experienced Fighter.." Kyri points at his Equipment before giggling softly a bit. She knew what a Warrior was; back in her Kingdom, just about every single Warrior that saw her wanted to marry her. This man wasn't a Warrior, his stance was incorrect, as was the mostly low Quality Armor an indication of how poor he is. Perfect.. This man seems nice enough, and I doubt he could kill me even if he wanted to.. Kyri thinks to herself before taking one brief look at the Ice. She forgot how deadly she could be if she needed to be deadly at all..

She then looks back to her new Friend, and quietly speaks in a Soft, Kind voice. "My Name is Kyri.. Whats yours?" Kyri herself was still stunning despite the Fighting; if anything, her slight Fatigue made her even more appealing to most men. After all, Women supposedly can't defend themselves and to be in a weakened state most men would attempt to take advantage of that. So, Kyri wondered how this man would react.

Shriver had seen enough weird stuff in the cave to realize it was not worth his while getting involved. Powerful magic was at work and whatever was going on was clearly important to these people. The man-bear wasn't about to stand in these guys line of fire without any reason. He was concerned with the woman, who looked out of place, yet important in some base, undeniable way. Everyone in the cave had been staring at her, but even so she seemed to disappear in the blink of an eye. One of the men had used some powerful magic to escape, and that concerned Shriver. If a competent spell caster like that was escaping... what dangers was he escaping from. He decided it was about time he left the cave. At least outside he could trust his feet to carry him, and would have a clear run if worst came to worst. The man-bear rose up on his hind legs stretching out to his full height and roared menacingly, indicating that he did not wish to be followed. With any luck, stories of a talking bear would be accounted to the magic being thrown about, and the rumors wouldn't get too big. The last thing he needed was foolish 'heroes' hunting down the mythical talking bear of the forest. Shriver scampered off out of the cave with ultimate caution, knowing that if he slipped on the now dwindling ice, he would be fully open to attack. So far none of the people he had bumped into today seemed very forgiving.

As he exited the ice cave he stopped to listen for the flow of the river, he could follow it anywhere, which certainly seemed preferable to where he was at the moment. His ears were sharp, far sharper than when he had been human, but he couldn't hear any water. He grunted with annoyance, traveling through a forest this thick was not going to be easy for a bear his size, and he was so far from his normal hunting grounds that his sense of direction was utterly worthless. He picked a direction at random and moved with caution. He had no idea what sort of dangers would haunt this forest, and after the recent events his self preservation instincts were doing overtime. It would not be long before he would have to eat again, he could live for relatively long periods of time without food, but not if he wanted to stay sharp and keep his wits about him.