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Vigil

An enigmatic pilgrim from a distant city state.

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a character in “Abaranne's Cradle: Usurper”, as played by Chuckles

Description

Name: Vigil

Race: Cambiregeist

Age: 78, in the prime of his life.

Occupation: Pilgrim; "Pilgrims" seek out events, places, people, anything that seems to be on a path to making a great impact on the order of the world, especially that which may have a direct impact on Cambiregeist society. They are tasked with both recording events and intervening where the good of their home would be well served. As a pilgrim he has had much more contact with other races than most Cambiregeist do, as they tend to keep to themselves and their own well being.

Country of Origin: Delphi

Appearance:
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Vigil, like all Cambiregeist, is difficult to accurately describe. At first glance he could be mistaken for a human clad all in flowing robes with a tightly wrapped turban or knit cap on his head. His head though, is not human, it is spherical and shadowy; his face only two strangely triangular eyes with large round pupils, and a mouth. His height seems to vary where some might account him as 5'5" in one instance, others have seen a 7' figure. Even his cloak is difficult to describe, it is clasped below the neck with an oddly shaped stone, at a casual glance it looks much like the robes of a magician or professor with a large cowl folded around the neck, though clearly one from a foreign land. Except that the material seems to fall strangely, as though there were entire sections of it that refused to adhere to physics. His left hand is gloved, the right is rarely seen for the folds of cloak covering it, and there are boots upon his feet.

The Cambiresgeist "cloak" isn't actually a cloak at all, it is in fact an appendage. It is called a wing, though its use is more akin to a peacocks tail than an eagles wing, it is tough and acts as a natural protection from both weather and attack, it is comparable to good leather armor. Beneath it is an ethereal form, seemingly held together by the same material, as though loosely bandaged. amidst the bandages one can make out a sort of bio-energy coursing back and forth, like visible blood vessels or nervous system.

Personality:
Vigil finds "others" (non Cambiregeist) to be a curiosity and is often fascinated by them, be it appearance, traits, or habits. He does tend toward quiet, though he can get into spurts where he will talk quite a lot. He is not afraid to speak, and if his opinion is asked he will unabashedly give it, sometimes with unintended offence. He is more inclined to avoid battle, in which he relies on his magical ability, and is very slow to physical combat as a last resort.

In general he is like other Cambiregeist. Enigmatic, they watch, listen, and ponder, and while their thoughts wander they have a tendency to speak out of order, semi-prophetically, or simply out of context, which has lead to them being known as a cryptic race. They have a natural tendency to order their world, as they have a deep rooted belief that all things have an essential place in the order of the world as a whole. This is not to say they find themselves atop that order, each Cambiregeist orders his own world according to himself, and then the greater world around him.


Gear:
He does carry a simple looking but very well crafted sword, which hangs vertically upon his left hip though he often carries it casually by the scabbard. This, along with the stone clasp, make up the entirety of his personal belongings.

Skills/abilities:
Despite his seeming refusal to use physical combat, Vigil is actually highly trained and skilled at sword play.

"Paragon"- this is technically not an "ability" so much as it is a shedding of all pretense for a Cambiregeist. This is the form they take when they unfold their 'wing' and reveal a full, animalistic, form. This is a natural mechanism, similar to a cobra fanning its hood or a dogs hackels rising before a fight. A Cambiregeist in Paragon is not to be taken lightly, as they begin to lose "civilized" control over their natural magical and physical ability, as well as their natural fight or flight tendencies. While this makes them ferocious in battle, it is very dangerous as they quickly lose their sense of danger and can become snared into pseudo-suicide if they are faced with an impossible opponent after being n this state for to long.

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Magic:
Cambiregeist are magical creatures, and by that nature they are highly adept magic users. Vigil tends toward non elemental magic, though he has studied all of the elements of which he is most proficient in water and ice magic.

History: Vigil comes from the city state Delphi, one of several such Cambiregeist settlements, and is not a citizen of Mordania. He spent most of his younger years schooling, learning the art of the sword and studying elemental magic, along with the wealth of knowledge held in the Libraria of Delphi. His natural tendency for curiosity towards "others" lead him towards becoming a pilgrim. He has wandered the world for many years, he has seen petty kings rise and fall, some even influenced by his own actions in small ways. When he originally set out towards Mordania it was not the Exalted that drew him, but the notion of mutual equality, he was interested to see what could be learned from such a society, though many of his colleges thought it foolish and of little importance. Once the Exalted came into power and the rumors on the road turned darker he was sure that what ever was happening in that country was going to change the order of things. He felt deep in the pit of his being that the events that had transpired demanded his attention, as there seems to him to be little way they would not eventually take a direct effect on his home.

So begins...

Vigil's Story

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Character Portrait: Nigel Mordaine Character Portrait: Vigil Character Portrait: Godefray Hamonet Character Portrait: Bolin Thorinson Character Portrait: Helena Von Wintherheim Character Portrait: Jonathan, the Magus
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Godefray was waiting in the alleyway when something in the sky caught his eye, a spark in the air. That must have been the signal! Things must have gone wrong! Looking back at the other he drew his sword. "That's our signal brave fighters! Our allies are in danger and we must hurry up and help them!" With a rallying cry Godefray rushes from his hiding spot over to where the prison was with his men right behind him.

Arriving at the prison, Godefray spots a group of soldiers led by one familiar man. "Mercy...I want everyone to be on their guard, rookies stay behind and take out the regular grunts, I will coordinate the more experienced men in subduing Mercy." He called to the men behind him before taking hold of his sword with both of his hands. "My soul that burns as hot as the sun, unleash my flames through this sword! Phoenix Ignition!" His sword would then burn ablaze and with one single swing, a wave of flames would make their way towards Mercy and his men, hopefully scattering them and giving them a chance to group.

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Character Portrait: Nigel Mordaine Character Portrait: Vigil Character Portrait: Godefray Hamonet Character Portrait: Bolin Thorinson Character Portrait: Helena Von Wintherheim Character Portrait: Jonathan, the Magus
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As Jonathan and Balor neared the castle gates, the woman had told him to ignore "them". Not knowing what she referred to, he quickly looked about; from the corner of his eye, he takes note of a small squad of people squaring off against...

Against one of the Exalted?

He cringed at the thought of someone challenging the almighty beings that had taken over these lands. They were either very powerful, or incredibly stupid to think they could take down what is quite possibly the strongest race of sentients in the entire Realm!

Seeing no point in intervening unless Balor would be attacked, and considering she had no worry over the situation, he decided that for now, he wouldn't give a shit.

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Character Portrait: Nigel Mordaine Character Portrait: Vigil Character Portrait: Godefray Hamonet Character Portrait: Bolin Thorinson Character Portrait: Helena Von Wintherheim Character Portrait: Jonathan, the Magus
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#, as written by Bolin
As Bolin saw Godefray's men appear he tossed one of his flash-Flames at the largest group of soldiers blasting them off their feet and charged into the gap it created swinging his Axe overhead shouting "Baruk Khazâd! Khazâd ai-mênu!"

Catching the first soldier on the sword arm severing his arm at the wrist before knocking him aside as the whirled his Axe and danced his way through the soldiers, side stepping their incoming blows as he used his Axe to cripple and maim as he cut a bloody path through there ranks making his way towards Mercy.

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Mercy looks to Gofefray's wave of fire headed his way, then to the dwarf, Bolin, cutting through his men, a look of disapproval upon his face as he slowly shakes his head. "Be silent," he mutters holding his hand out to the wave of flames, various light blue glowing marks appearing across his exposed skin, upon further inspection it is in fact his veins. As the flame touches his hand it bursts into a rain of embers, dispersed by his dampening field.

He shoves his nearest subordinate away and signals to disperse. It wasn't a tactical decision, the men were clearly various shades of green, having not been in real combat, rookies he had likely been training himself and he wasn't prepared to sacrifice them in this endeavor.

"I had hoped this would be easier, but I knew otherwise... still, cannot fault a man for trying," Mercy says, taking off his rags of a coat revealing a vest underneath and each of his arms from wrist up to shoulder had grown a boney plating of armor, carved ornate into a shape like the feathers of a dove.

"I'm sorry I won't be meeting you blade-to-blade, but I've lost faith in instruments of death," with this he kicks up a sizable rock and catches it with one hand, giving it a mighty toss at Bolin as he draws near.

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Character Portrait: Nigel Mordaine Character Portrait: Vigil Character Portrait: Godefray Hamonet Character Portrait: Bolin Thorinson Character Portrait: Helena Von Wintherheim Character Portrait: Rina Verrais
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Vigil stood towards the back of the group, watching as the solider spread out around Mercy. His eyes scanned the streets, at one point catching the eye of a woman cloaked in gray, he knew instantly that she was of some great importance. She seemed to be caught by his presence for a moment before continuing away towards the castle.

Mercy moved quickly, disarming Nigel and shoving him back in a moment, faster than any human could. Vigil reached out and steadied the man, now with out his bow. He had felt Mercy's power when he had first seen the man, but to see it in action was impressive none the less, even in what seemed like a very small portion. Nigel raised a hand and snapped a flame into the sky which summoned the arrival of another group no doubt loyal to the true crown. Bolin took no hesitation in jumping into open combat, but Vigil remained where he was.

The veins on Mercy's arms seem to glow with a blue tint that crawled down them. It was not dissimilar in appearance to Vigil's own pulsing veins, though this was simply an effect on the exterior of a body, which was very much unlike a Cambiregeist's exposed energy. With a word the flame that had sprung out of Bolins device simply vanished into embers and fell harmlessly to the ground.

As Mercy lifted a massive rock and hurled it towards Bolin Vigil's arm raised reactively. Energy pulsed in the ethereal hand from below the folds of his cloak, his hand made a catching motion and the rock slowed suddenly to a halt. It floated in the air for a moment before falling harmlessly to the ground. Many of the soldiers were astonished, they had only seen this type of magic use from Exalted, and even then this was somehow different. It was as though Vigil had simply reached out his hand and caught the rock, no differently then any of them might catch a sack tossed to him. It seemed so natural, yet at the same time, so very unnatural to see.

This was not what he had intended when he set out for Mordania. Picking sides had been the furthest thing from his mind, even locked in a cell or secretly transported in the dark of night, the thought of directly intervening hadn't begun to creep into his far ranging thoughts. But Nigel had asserted his claim to the thone, released him from that cell, and Vigil could not ignore the feeling deep at the core of his being that what ever was happening here was bound to alter the order of the world. He found himself suddenly left with no choice. He would fight with the true king, the order of things needed to be repaired.

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Character Portrait: Nigel Mordaine Character Portrait: Vigil Character Portrait: Godefray Hamonet Character Portrait: Bolin Thorinson Character Portrait: Helena Von Wintherheim Character Portrait: Rina Verrais
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Godefrar watched as Mercy stopped his wave of flames with a touch and sent his soldier away. What seemed like a bad decision for some was actually a good decision for him, no friendlies in the area so he wont accidentally hit them when go uses his power. Seeing this he turned back to his squad before speaking. "I want everyone to check on Nigel and see if he is injured and if he has acquired the package, if he or the members of his group has not search the dungeon from top to bottom." He nodded firmly as he finished leaving no room for arguments.

After finishing his talk with his squad, Godefray then turned back to Mercy and began to walk forward before pointing at him. "Mercy! I have one question to ask of you before we do battle. Tell me why you would join the Exalted, we used to be brothers in arms during the war, we used to fight side by side and even at times back to back. So tell me why, why did you turn back on the kingdom...no! On all of us! On everyone who are still loyal to the true crown! Was it so you could gain power? To join the winning side? Got tired of all of us!? Or was it because you believe that joining the Exalted would mean that when we eventually get captured and converted into one of you would mean a happy ending for us all!? Well which is it!" He then waited for an answer, whatever answer Mercy would give him would not stop him from initiating his attack.

After waiting for a response, even if it would be silence, Godefray lifted his great sword before pointing it at Mercy. "I see...well it doesn't matter in the end, we both have different goals in mind and both our goals clash with one another. I guess its going to be good fight with you...old friend." He would then take his sword in both of his hands before taking one last deep breath before charging at Mercy, he was not planning to kill him for he knew he could not come close to killing him. He would do his best to stall him while the others recovered the vials of blood, he even hoped to land some critical hits on him so he could not pursue them. Whatever happened in this fight he was not going to come out unscathed, but he was sure as hell that Mercy would not leave unscathed either.

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Character Portrait: Nigel Mordaine Character Portrait: Vigil Character Portrait: Godefray Hamonet Character Portrait: Bolin Thorinson Character Portrait: Helena Von Wintherheim Character Portrait: Rina Verrais
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#, as written by Bolin
Bolin was stopped in his headlong charge towards Mercy by the large boulder which one moment was flying before him and some how stopped in mid air. looking past it he sees Mercy signal to his men to fall back

Moving into a position between the Guards and the Mercy and the Leader of the second group of soldiers he hears his words to Mercy watching them prepare duel, realizing from his words that Mercy is a former comrade of the new comer and this fight is about as much as homour as it is about rescuing the group the group that had released him, he places himself so that he can stop any of Mercy's men from interfering in the duel and waves to the soldiers to go attend to Nigel and the others when some of them moved towards him.

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Nigel stands back up and runs to the others, the case still in tow. Mercy making no move to stop him, either preoccupied with Bolin, Vigil, and Godafrey, or even unconcerned. "I'm fine, he just... stunned me is all," Nigel says, shaken but otherwise unharmed.

Mercy looked to Vigil who had stopped his rock, it wasn't expected that he'd intervene, giving a moment to stare directly at him. He then looks over at Godefray, listening to him before he spoke. His face lightened some in intensity, he seemed somewhat relieved to have him say something more. "I don't blame you for not understanding, I went through a dark time... I lost everything, Lucia, Juliet... they both died and I could do nothing to protect them. What has a blade served us in the end? I swore to protect everyone, and in the end I couldn't even save my own... my own..." he trembles some near the end, lowering his head and holds out his hands. "The sword that man used... it was mine... I couldn't continue..."

He raises his head and lowers his arms. "When I was brought before Gabrielle, I didn't see a goddess. What I saw was a young girl, around my daughter's age if she were alive still today. This girl was alone and confused, no mother or father... and I remembered... why I came to be a knight to begin with... was to protect these precious things..."

Mercy sighed, then readied for Godefray's swing, his strange armoring that seems to be a part of his body acting as a shield, interlocking points in it allowing him to flow freely to his motions without sacrificing maneuverability.

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Godefray's blade met up with Mercy's armour, it would clash for a few seconds, creating a sharp clang before bouncing off. He first blow was struck and he figured his first strike and normal attacks would not work, he was going to need some extra fire power to start working through Mercy's armour. Quickly hopping backwards Godefray ignited his sword before impaling the ground in front of him, sending the swords energy through the earth and unleashing an underground volcanic eruption underneath Mercy. He knew he could dodge a predictable attack but he was hoping he would attack him while it seemed he was vulnerable.

He had a plan to fight him, and his sword being in the ground was just the first step in his plan. If he took the bait it would be good for him, if he didn't take the bait it would still be fine for him, it would give him even more time to prepare his next move. He was not going to hold back even though he felt sorry to hear Mercy had lost the people close to him, but even so it still would not justify betraying everyone. "So filling that empty void with something else was your reason, quite frankly I thought you would be smarter than this. You let your despair take hold of you, easily making you turn to other side just because this "Gabrielle" looks like your daughter. She will never be like your daughter, and you know it full well. Face it they killed your loved ones, and you joined them because you want to to find false happiness in place of them. Well if you think this is true then you are going to have to kill me Mercy, because you know if I get a chance I will end these new people you call your "loved ones" so prove to me that you are dedicated to stopping me." Godefray calmly spoke to Mercy, waiting for his next move.

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Character Portrait: Nigel Mordaine Character Portrait: Vigil Character Portrait: Godefray Hamonet Character Portrait: Bolin Thorinson Character Portrait: Helena Von Wintherheim Character Portrait: Jonathan, the Magus
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Mercy showed more focus on parrying the blows brought against him than fighting back. He was just as much buying time, not even sending pursuit for Nigel. He got back as Godefray stabbed the ground. It was an obvious attack, he was going to attack him from below. Instead of moving he stamped his foot where the eruption would occur, spraying the lava into a split stream, his boots melting some from the heat, wincing some causing him to step back.

"Easy, Godefray," he says quizzically, his tone growing ever so slightly agitated. "Tell me, is it easy coming home to find the two things in your life worth living for bled out onto your floor..? Is it easy move on, knowing the people I was going to spend the rest of my life with, the people I swore to protect, the very reason I became an enforcer to begin with... is it easy to just, pick up the blade and keep swinging?"

He lunged at Godefray. "And, it wasn't they who killed them, it was a Mordanian!" He takes a swing at Godefray, trained in at his chest, charging his blow with a soft light. "While you and many of our soldiers were off on the front lines, we eroded from within! And it isn't just me, no, there were many more, Joy was tortured just because of her race, Fortitude watched as his people were murdered, burned alive! Where was their justice?"

"We were a broken people long before the Exalted came! And as for the girl... of course she's not Juliet, but do you honestly think a child is the one pulling the st-r.kk..s." Before he could finish what he was saying, something seems to silence his voice momentarily, as if an invisible hand had closed his mouth. He continues into his unarmed blows instead, keeping his armor pointed at Godefray. "A-and that strange being among you, do you know what his kind is capable of..?"

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In the castle Balor sends guards to retrieve the items Jonathan had ordered, but at the last mention the essence she beckons a small figure that had been watching in back. They reluctantly step forward, a frail looking figure, dressed in ornate white robes with gold trims, with a face covered in a mask representing the sun and moon. It was the "goddess" of the Exalted. Balor takes a flask, grabs the girl's arm and jabs it with one of her nails causing the strange girl to wince as her blood flows into the flask. The blood was abnormal, a haunting light blue glow to it, and almost clear like water.

"Is this... suf-fic-ient..?" She asks, holding the flask to Jonathan who had unavoidably witnessed the whole transaction. Gabrielle silently holds her arm, backing away from them. The guards come soon after, piling them onto a table. Balor glares at them and they organize the items up more carefully, obviously out of fear.

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Character Portrait: Nigel Mordaine Character Portrait: Vigil Character Portrait: Godefray Hamonet Character Portrait: Bolin Thorinson Character Portrait: Helena Von Wintherheim Character Portrait: Jonathan, the Magus
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As Mercy Lunged for Godefray he pulled out his sword, which was now covered in molten slag and blocked Mercy's swing causing the blow to send molten slag and send cracks into the floor where he was standing. "Mercy, you think I don't know what the pain of losing a loved one feels like? Well you are wrong in that regard. I lost the person dearest to me, a nice woman named Angela who was as pure as the sky but even then she was not spared from the fires of war and even if that wasent enough they destroyed my home village, killed my family, killed my friends, and killed everyone I once knew in the more simpler days! But you don't see me betraying my country, NO! I keep fighting for them, for the people I can still save. I fight to protect their friends who are still alive, I fight to protect their loves ones who are still alive, I fight to save everyone who can still be saved! You cant tell me justice was also on your side, the Exalted are equally as guilty as us." Godefray then roared as he pushed Mercy's strike to the side, stepped to the side, and began to thrust his sword three times aimed for his chest.

"And I may have stayed in the front lines, I may have been capable of preventing the slaughter of my home village but protecting the land and the people is my top priority. I could have saved them but if I did ten times as many people would have died and I would endangered even more people than that. I lived with my decision and had to weigh the cost, people I knew, or thousands more who had peaceful lives like mine. In the end I chose correctly, but you don't see me as a broken man, no! I am far from a broken man! I am a hope for the resistance, I am the peoples hope! And it does not matter who joins us, that mysterious stranger is just helping for now, there is no way to tell if he will stay or not. Who cares what power he has, or what his background is, if he decides to join us he would considered an ally and a friend. But enough about my thoughts for now, on your guard Mercy!" Godefray then gripped his sword with two hands and set the molten slag on fire before throwing his entire weight on the next swing.

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Mercy looked at Vigil with some surprise when he stopped the rock. Vigil stared back, still as a statue. He had been surprised at first at the power of the exalted, caught off guard, but that advantage had long since worn off. Now he simply saw them, beings clearly above most in the order of power, easily capable of subjugating masses under their thumb. Godefray launched his attack on the lone figure, Bolin taking up a place between them and the remaining soldiers, clearly prepared to dispatch any who dared enter the fray.

He took the opportunity as the onlookers were enthralled with the battle to approach Nigel. "Majesty, this is your citizen, and if it is your will for traitors to be met with death then let his trial be fought out. If you are unsure, then I suggest you disengage while Mercy is otherwise occupied and his soldiers have been ordered back. You will be the lynch pin of events to come, with out a leader the people will parish." The casual way in which he spoke, as if they were simply chatting in the street, no soldiers, no combat. It would have been almost surreal to hear, but for Vigil it may as well have been the case as his mind had turned away from the fighting to the mater at hand. He clearly saw Nigel above Godefray and Bolin in the mater, and while he did not intend to leave either behind to parish in the street, if they were providing a means of escape for the prince then so much the better.

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Nigel was entranced until he hear someone speak to him. He looks over to Vigil, he was saying to disengage, to take the opportunity to leave. He stares blankly for a moment, everything was surreal to him at the moment but he was coming back into the situation. He reluctantly nods, he was thinking this over too hard, opportunity had given itself to him and he was wasting it on gawking. He holds the box tightly and starts to run the other way.

Mercy holds up an arm allowing it to be hit by the swing. He strains, his armor burning from the molten material. This action was far from an effortless counter. He looks aside Godefray momentarily seeing Nigel slipping away with the box. He sighs and chuckles lightly. He looks back to Godefray. "I hold no hatred of him for his race, and had it been my choice he'd never had been caged." He frowns again, pushing against his blade, hooking it into the ornate gaps in his armor. "I am sorry for your loss though, I truly am. I suppose it is something I did not know. But, Godefray... there's three important things you must know. First, there are more than the two sides to this whole conflict, secondly, do you think a being who looks away at the sight of blood ordered this war to begin with? And thirdly, Henrick and Cecilia Mordaine still live... you're welcome."

With the last statement he surges with that strange light once more and pushes against Godefray focusing this supernatural strength into one arm. The air around him giving an ever so slight numbing sensation, like it were energized. He was suddenly in a hurry to end this for some reason, as Nigel leaves his sight. "I'm sorry, old friend, but I have men that are bleeding to death with their faces in the dirt, and I really would rather be tending to them at the moment, I could be distracted with them for quite some time, even."

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Balor slowly walks out to leave Jonathan to his work and then walks into the massive dining room, a woman with long red hair as well, looking similar to the form Balor had assumed. Dressed in a black dress, ornate, the designs of royalty. Her eyes were gray, blind, she was bound to the chair at the head of the royal table. Regardless of her blindness, she knew Balor was there. It was the queen, Cecilia. And she seems, despite her situation, only mildly perturbed.

"Do you think this will fix anything? Do you think he would want this, Schoneke," Cecilia asks, clearly aiming this at Balor. "You said it yourself, years ago, that you preferred a simple life with no greater purposes."

"Scho-neke is dead, her body... died when it was drowned in those waters years ago," she responds coldly. "And her heart... died when he died."

"So what now, you punish the world for your misery, with these people as your tools," Cecilia asks.

"Tell me, has any other race suffered greater... than mine? Why should my kind be doomed, de-nied of mag-ic, to live only a brief amount of time until... death, bodies burning out... before reaching proper ad-ult-hood? Pun-ish... no, I lib-er-ate my people from an injust-ice that has lasted eons. No-bo-dy cares... not human... not beast-kin... not their race... but I care..."

"And he cared, even though he was a human, and my son cares, and so does my husband... we are trying to help y-"

Before Cecilia goes on further, Balor, growing agitated and pained by her condition, cracks of red energy forming across her skin. She growls and throws the massive table on it's side like it were nothing.

"E-enough of this," she roars, bringing Cecilia to silence. Balor breath ing becomes erratic, her hands shaking, a rage burning both figuratively and literally inside of her. She takes another drink of mana and she grips her face and starts to slow her breathing, little by little, the cracks seal over time, until it normalizes. Then just glares at Cecilia before walking outside the room.

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Seconds turn into minutes, and minutes turn into hours, as the sun rises from the horizon yet again to shine its gleaming light upon the city of Mordania.

In the depths of the castle, a young mage finds himself in over his head.

"It doesn't matter where I got it from! All I need is for you to help me out!"

It had been hours since Jonathan had made the slightest progress in making the cure-all for Balor. Growing desperate, he decided to contact a friend; his neighbor for who knows how long.

"Look, you know this isn't my forte! You, on the other hand, know what you're doing! Look, you want money? Is that it? Want to empty my pockets some more? After all I've done for you! You OWE me! Yet you can't do an old friend a favor?"

The man was one of the wizard's few acquaintances. They met each other at the bar, where 1 chat later, they exchanged their contacts and kept in touch ever since.

Now, Jonathan found himself bickering with his old companion through a small portal, its opening just big enough to stick one's face in.

'Look, Jonathan, I'd love to help you, but personally? I won't do a THING if it means helping the Exalted. They just came in here and flipped every table they could find. Now the kingdom is a mess!'

The new friend's name was Mikk. His practice? Alchemy; he offered cheap medicine to everyone in the neighborhood. He wasn't bad either; rumors had it that he once brought life to a zombie. Mikk, however had a problem. A gambling problem. So bad in fact, he couldn't pay bills from time to time. Who did he ask for help? Jonathan.

"Oh, really? Well... Well... Well, fuck you, Mikk!"

With a loud harrumph, Jonathan gestured and shattered the portal, cutting off what little communication he and Mikk shared.

"Little shit... Note to self: once this is all over, find Mikk. Get money back."


With an annoyed expression stuck on his face, the mage got back on his seat, to work on the cure-all some more. The table was dirty, covered in blank serums and dud elixirs. He couldn't give up... even though he kind of wanted to at this point.

Meanwhile, as the mage struggles to make ends meet, the rebels would find themselves plotting their next move...

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Godefray looks back at Nigel who was slinking away with a box in his hands, it seemed like their mission was complete and that they had successfully obtained the vials. He smiled under his mask as he turned back to Mercy. "Well thanks for the sentiment and I guess I should thank you for keeping the King and queen alive. But I respect your decision to finish this fight, even though we are enemies I wish to keep casualties for both sides to a minimal. I have no more reason to continue this fight as well, I will withdraw along with my men." Godefray spoke and he slowly backed away but did not turn his back to him before giving the order for his men to withdraw.

After issuing the order for withdraw, Godefray's men quickly dispersed to retreat back to headquarters. Godefray himself soon followed suit and ran as soon as he was of sight. He could easily tell Mercy was being generous today in not fighting back, for that he was lucky to have left without a single scratch. He himself was not giving it his all and was using some of his common fighting moves, if they were to go all out it would have been a battle to remember but he had to make sure to stay alive and lead his men so they would keep on living. He gave a small sigh as he neared his destination, they were going to have to formulate a new plan especially since the enemy knew Nigel was part of the resistance.

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#, as written by Bolin
Bolin was in awe of the power displayed by the two men he studied there duel and could tell they were familiar with each others fighting style and was shocked by Mercy boney armor how could it withstand such punishment and heat, from his observations he deduced that a frontal attack on Mercy would be very difficult but his from the rear he could some damage, he prepared himself to engage Mercy if things went badly for the knight just as he was about to pounce of Mercy the pair disengaged.

Following Godefray's Lead he began backing away from Mercy following him and sprinting after him once he was out of site of Mercy and his men

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Mercy nodded and sighed as they left, he had not intended to have to put up an effort all of a sudden. He let them go along their way, regardless that he knew what they had, the prisoners and the vials. For some reason he didn't care, or at least, cared for it less than the soldiers lying bleeding. He began to mend their wounds of his men. For some he'd even reattach severed limbs, stitching them together like it were being done with invisible thread.

"You should regain feeling in it after a few days. Next time you'll get back when I say to get back," he says wearily, growing exhausted with each successive healing. "Trouble will come sooner than though, I imagine... well, good for you I suppose."

The men look astonished, while the healed portions of their bodies were numb, they felt almost well again, if not drowsy. It was not casualty free, however, but it wasn't as many as he expected. The cuts were skilled, clean, the dwarf was seems to take good care of his blades, thinks Mercy. He hated to think of it, though.

He took his men into the castle. Just as he walks in he sees Balor in thought, in a form he wasn't too familiar with. He had always before seen her as a beast, not something personable, almost human. Almost, it was the key word... there was still that unreadable air to her, that stagnant aura around her that feels like a phantasm's flame. Before he could speak a word she addresses him without looking.

"That... what was that, that... out-side?" she questions, being straight to the point.

"The rebels attacked," he says casually. "I drove them away."

"Drove them... a-way?" she responds quizzically.

"We weren't ready for battle, they were not either."

"You are... you are a liar... you could have crushed them... you are too tender-heart-ed... all of you, except Fort-i-tude," she says coldly, finally turning to him. "It weak-ens you... gets you... killed..."

"Sounds like you talk from experience," Mercy responds sagely, giving a defiant smirk to Balor who silently stares in response. "Your power is undeniable, your emotions unreadable... but I often wonder if what you say you want, and what you truly want are direct opposites... but then again, who am I to question you, eh?"

"Who are you, in-deed," she says, turning away and tuning him out completely.

"Well... then... good night to you never the less," Mercy says, leaving her to her own thoughts. Mercy had found her behavior odd, more odd than usual at least. For a moment, he could have sworn she cared... but then again, he thought, perhaps what he wanted and what is are two completely opposite things.

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Nigel continued his dash towards the hideout, barely believing that they had escaped that. Wait, how did they escape that? They had more manpower, they held the advantage. His mind wandered for a moment, slowing his pace some as he entered the streets. He sees no pursuit party, hears no sound of boots. It feels too much like... like they were allowed to escape, or assisted in some way. But no, that is ridiculous, he thought. More questions entered his head, from things he had heard when he was around the Exalted, and around Balor. He took a moment to look at Vigil with utter confusion on his face.

"I don get it... you are not usual to us, sure... but, why do they think your kind is some... invisible threat," he mumbles, it was directed, but it feels more like he was more asking himself. "It feels like... the more I think I know about what is going on, the less I actually do know."

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Vigil followed Nigel discretely away from the square, hesitating for a moment to see the others also break away with little trouble. Padding quickly down the street, still eerily quietly, he listened to Nigel's mussing. Many of the same thoughts were rolling around in the pilgrims mind. Why had Mercy let them leave? Certainly the man knew that the balance of power had been on his side. In spite of this the rebels had left having inflicted wounds to the enemy, harboring the escape of two prisoners, and gathering what ever was in the chest Nigel now carried.

Then there was the inexplicable fascination with Vigil himself. He still didn't understand why they all seemed so uniquely interested in his presence. Certainly the presence of a Camberigeist often is a cause for interest, but this was different. "I do not understand their interest. It is like they know a great deal, and yet, nothing at all. Perhaps this was a self fulfilling prophecy, in their misguided fear of my becoming an enemy they have forced me to aid their enemy." Vigil replied before Nigel conveyed his own similar feelings of learning more and knowing less.

Vigil had always been intrigued by this phenomenon, the idea that more knowledge could lead to less understanding. It was not something he had experienced personally, he was unsure if Caberigeist were even capable of experiencing it. The idea that more knowledge often revealed more questions was certainly well established, it was the basis for what kept him and other Pilgrims continually wandering the world; the concept that one could feel like they knew less after learning more, however, was completely foreign to him, despite having seen it in a vast number of other cultures.

"Questions reveal more questions." he stated simply, "Answer those questions, and more will be given."

He continued on in silence after that.

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Within the hideout Nigel had decided to debrief before resting, part of him still fixated on how everything seemed to go wrong then seemed to fix itself in the end. And the man accompanying Balor, what was his purpose in all this, was this part of their salvation? Was this man more important than the vials? It was both felt like a victory and a failure and he doesn't know why, it is frustrating.

"We did as we set out to do and your performances were spotless, in spite of my own weakness, there is no denying it. In fact we had done more than that, we've made new comrades," he says motioning to Vigil and Bolin, trying to show charisma despite his own uncertainty. "Feel free to present yourselves officially, though formality is no necessity among friends."

He looks about the large cellar turned barracks and gives a half smile. "I wish I could provide better quarters but it is certainly better than behind bars, and there is free liquor and a decent meal should you desire it," he says with a humorously exaggerated shrug, trying to raise the mood some. "And hey, since I've been revealed I will be taking up quarters here as well, so in a way you are living like royalty."

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Bolin placed his right arm across his chest and bowed to Nigel. "Bolin Thorinson at your service Your Majesty. It would my pleasure to share these quarters with you and your men. I would also like to thank you for freeing me from the Jail and pledge you my service in recognition of this debt. I must also inform you that the wagon train i was helping to escort was ambushed though I managed to destroy it before i was subdued by the attackers.

He took three steps back from Nigel before turning and walking over till a empty table chair were he started removing his armor and began checking it over for damage after satisfying himself it was in order he cleaned it along with his Axe which he then resharpened the blades. looking in his pack he started to pull out different containers and vials and began mixing flash power as he watched the others