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Isabel Fayth

The Spanish Rose

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a character in “Branches of Power”, originally authored by Talisman, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Isabel Fayth
"Let's see you grit those teeth."


Profile

Name: Isabel Fayth

Nickname: Izzy

School: Elementalism

Race: Hispanic

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Hetrosexual

Theme Song: Alizée - La Isla Bonita


Details

Hair: Black

Facial Hair: None

Eyes: Olive

Build: Short and Slender

Skin Tone: Sun-kissed

Height: 5' 0"

Weight: 96 lbs

Handed: Right

Body Markings: A rose tattoo on her left shoulder

Scar Tissue: Her knuckles are calloused and her fingers are lightly scarred


Clothes

Head None


Neck Silver necklace with a polished stone


Chest Light and airy floral print blouse


Back None


Arm/Shoulder None


Right Hand Fingerless glove w/ ruby


Left Hand Fingerless glove w/ emerald


Right Accessory Red Rose


Left Accessory None


Waist Red fashionable sash with a canteen (lighter is also place in a pocket of the canteen) hooked in


LegsTight blue jeans


Feet Black shoes



Weapons

Primary Weapon
Weapon Name: Two-step goodnight

Weapon Type: Gloves

Material: Leather

Ammo: none

Length: 4"

Weight: an ounce maybe

Weapon Description/Info: Isabel's regular old leather gloves, or as she likes to refer to them, the Two-step goodnight are a pair of unassuming leather fingerless gloves. The only thing that sets them apart from other gloves is the ruby and emerald studded on the back of the right and left glove respectively. However, these gems hold the power of the gloves. They are enchanted so that they are unbreakable (except by another Weaver) and she can't break her hands while wearing them. A lesson she learned long ago if you take a peak underneath the gloves. The gloves are nothing special, aside from the enchantment, it's her hands that do all the work, being an Elementalist and all.

Secondary Weapon
Weapon Name: Switchblade

Weapon Type: Switchblade

Material: Steel alloy

Ammo: none

Length: 5" blade

Weight: 5 ounces

Weapon Description/Info: Regular old switchblade for when her hands fail her (Which is almost never).



Bio

Marital Status Single


Relatives
Grandfather - Jorge "Abuelo" Costello Age 73
Mother - Adelita Costello Fayth. Age 42
Father - Lucio Fayth. Age 43
Sister (older) - Esmeralda Clarkson. Age 26
Brother (twin) - Silvio Fayth. age 22
Brother (Younger) - Enrique Fayth 13
Sister ( Yongest) - Celia Fayth 6


Birthplace
Boston, Massachusetts

Occupation
Bartender

Bio/History
The Fayths hail from a long line of magical gypsies who could trace their roots from back to Spain. The Fayth blood is thick with magic from the natural world, and it was no surprise Isabel was born with the ability. In fact, her entire family was born with the gift. Her mother was a Weaver, her father a Geomancer, her older sister a Druid, her twin brother (like her) an elemental, her younger brother is beginning to show signs of Beast Affinity (Talking to cats and dogs do that), and they are not sure about her youngest sister, though they wouldn't doubt it'd be another natural school. Special mention goes to Abuelo, who was an exceptionally strong Elementalist.

Isabel is a second generation immigrant from Spain, her parent leaving the homeland (and dragging Abuelo with them) long before she was ever born from a small town on the coast that was beset by various factions. Looking to get away from the conflict, they sailed across the pond and made a new home in the Americas.. Thus, she knows a bit of her native language, and has a small accent, but not anything noticeable. At least when she's not angry (She does have quite the fiery temper). The Fayths are also a spirited bunch. Between the three elementals of the family, there was much encouragement, and there were also contests and bets to be had. Such an environment led to the quick development of her powers we see today. Despite her miniscule nature (Who she blames her mother for, her brother's a decent 5'11") there is a lot of power and fight in the girl, and nothings going to hold her down.

Being an elemental led towards Isabel's (and her brother's) vigorous training regime (led by Abuelo himself). Izzy and Silv chose to began pursuing their magic to make better use of them. Like her father and grandfather used to say, what's the point in power if you can't use it right. Isabel proved a natural, much to Abuelo's delight. Upon reaching an age (14) when she could start formally training in a specific martial art, she stuck with comparatively simple boxing, as opposed to Silvio, who decided to be different and take Mauy Thai lessons. Added into the equation her natural pragmatism to do anything to get the victory and her temper(which more often than not got her thrown out of competitions), Izzy could easily take out a man many times her own size. Her diminutive stature belying the strength within. Compared with her pragmatism. Paired with her Elemental abilities, not to mention her short temper, Isabel Fayth is a monster in hand-to-hand fighting. Needless to say, Abuelo is extremely proud.

As it stands, Izzy, or the Spanish Rose as her patrons call her, is a bartender at the local dive and is earning enough money to put herself through school.

So begins...

Isabel Fayth's Story

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Branches of Power-The Beginning


This was it. Her first recruit. Lily Crishon attempted to look normal, sipping her tea and casually glancing over the passersby, but inside she was wound up tighter than a rubber band ball. Any one of them could be the government agent, a fact that made her even more nervous. What did this person look like? Were they here with backup? Too many variables were unaccounted for and she didn't like it.

Less than three months ago, Lily had been a part of a crazy, Goddess worshiping cult that wanted to take over the world. When she'd found out, she bailed faster than a sprinter off of the starting line. Of course they tried to track her down, but after losing four agents to her, they just decided to deal with her when the time came, if ever. Bad choice on their part.

As soon as she left, Lily started spreading fliers and job offers, informing any one who would listen that she wanted to train up an elite group of mages to combat an "evil rival faction of bastards", as she called it. Disclosing the true intent of the cult would only cause them to re-locate and go underground, ruining her chances of finding them. Last week she hit pay dirt when she opened a mysterious e-mail from someone she'd never heard of before. The message inside was simple.

"Is the offer still open?" Of course she'd replied in the affirmative. Lily wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to get someone to her cause. The next day, another e-mail arrived, this time stating that a high ranking government official was interested in working for her. They'd asked for a time and place to meet. Being a bit suspicious, Lily told them to meet her in two days at her favorite café in her new hometown, Fagiolo Birrai, at three PM. The name always made her chuckle a bit, but they had the best coffee in town. That, plus home field advantage was always nice to have.

Lily pulled her long-coat closer around her body, trying to hide Holimel's Eye. While most people weren't unfamiliar with magical artifacts, the mundane human being still acted wary around those that possessed them. One never knew when such a device might backfire and explode. She didn't want to scare away this newcomer after all, seeing as to how they would be her first recruit if they met the bill. Just as she looked down to check Holimel's Eye for the time, someone plopped into the chair opposite her which caused Lily to jump and swear loudly.

"My, my...A bit skittish are we?" chuckled the man. "Lorry, Roger Lorry. At your service," he declared, as if he expected her to gasp in surprise and begin to fawn over him. Lily simply raised an eyebrow at her guest, saying nothing. When she finally did open her mouth, she simply muttered something under her breath and looked at the man intensely. After a minute, she frowned and tried again. Lorry smirked at her, as if he knew something painfully obvious that she didn't. After she tried a third time, he made a small amused sound and put his hand on hers. Before she could recoil and smack him, a small trickle of energy seeped into her arm, causing her eyes to widen.

"Satisfied?" he asked with that same cocky grin. "There's not many of us around, Lily Crishon. I think you'd like to have someone with my talents on your side. However, before we go any further, let's talk...Rewards. I don't work for free, after all." Lily frowned at Roger, but still said nothing. She mulled it over in her head for a second, her eyes wandering over his form absentmindedly. Finally, she sighed and pulled out her wallet.

"How much?" Roger regarded her cooly for a moment, then replied with "Two hundred thousand a month." Lily's eyes practically boggled out of her head as her mouth spluttered and grunted, uncomprehending. That was more money than she'd ever seen in her life! How was she gonna pay him such an exorbitant fee? Lorry couldn't keep a straight face any longer, however, and he guffawed at her expression.

"I'm joking! Five thousand a month will more than cover my bill. Your expression was priceless though! When do we start?" Desperately restraining herself from jumping the table and strangling the man, Lily shook her head and exhaled through her nose, trying to calm herself.

"Now. You get your government fingers onto the Internet and find anything you can about other magically gifted people. Come to my place when you get your equipment. It's on Fiore che Sboccia street. The third floor, fifth door on the right. Big stone apartment building, you can't miss it. I'll leave the door unlocked."

Lorry nodded and unfolded himself from his chair, stretching out the kinks in his legs and sauntering away. Lily quickly made her way home, setting up a good area to meditate in her living room. Just as she was about to settle in, Roger budged the door open and dumped a steel suitcase onto the floor, letting out a breath he'd been holding.

"Just set up anywhere, then? Right. I'll be here in the kitchen," he stated, more to himself than anyone else. Lily ignored him and plucked Holimel's Eye out of its socket. Letting out a deep sigh, she allowed herself to tune into the magical device, plugging herself into the Ley Line that ran under the street next to her and let her mind expand itself along the entirety of the system.

Over the next 36 hours, Lily and Roger worked diligently, using their respective talents to compile a decent list of potential candidates. They narrowed the list from hundreds to twenty, and ultimately to the final six.

"So, we've got a Necromancer, one David Young, a Conjurer named Hanzo Susanoo, an Elementalist named Isabel Fayth...pretty name...Two Alchemists, Jaida Knowls and Rita Satome respectively, and a Blood mage named Zhang Xiao. Everyone else was either too far off to make it worth it or not talented enough, huh? I guess it'll have to do. Let's get moving, Lily. We've got a lot of work ahead of us.

First on the list, David Young, wasn't hard to track down once they knew his name. Lily and Roger attended Sunday Mass, waiting until all of his "flock" had left before they approached him. While skeptical of Lily's so called cult, he was more attentive when Roger let slip that he knew David was a Necromancer. Since it wasn't exactly common knowledge, he concluded (correctly) that these two strangers either had a lot of power, or were telling the truth. Since the first option didn't make much sense taking into account Lily's story, he told them that once he'd arranged a replacement Father for the church, he'd accompany them. Lily handed David a plane ticket for the end of the month and told him that she'd come to pick him up from the airport in Italy at the appointed time.

Next, they hunted down Isabel Fayth. Likewise, knowing her name put her up on a registry for a bar. The duo ordered a pitcher each, and a bowl of peanuts. When Izzy brought out their order, she caught a glimpse of a stack of papers that Lorry was leafing through with her name and photo on it. Roger had figured that this girl would be very down to earth, and possibly a bit cynical, so he figured the best way to get her co-operation was to show her that they knew everything about her, but were still willing to ask for her help. Isabel was of course on her guard and more than a little bit confrontational towards Lily and Lorry, as expected. She calmed down a bit when Lily pulled out Holimel's Eye and showed her that she was similarly a mage. Lily explained why they needed her help, with Lorry helpfully interjecting that it was a paying job. He named monthly salary with a four figure sum almost double what she made in her current job. Isabel turned in her two weeks notice on the spot. Lily produced another plane ticket, repeating the instructions that she'd given David.

Jaida Knowls was the next one in their sights. Her shop was harder to find, since it was one of those hole-in-the-wall places, but find it they did. Jaida proved to be one of the more striking individuals that Lily had the fortune to meet up with, what with her pale complexion and white hair. Still, she looked good spirited enough. Jaida didn't seem to be much of a conversationalist, but Lily wasn't surprised since she was asking the other woman to pack up all her things and just go with a complete stranger, on an unknown mission that may or may not cost her her life, so all things considered the Alchemist was quite friendly. Still, it took a bit of negotiating (and some legal background hint-dropping by Lorry) to convince the girl to come with them. While Lily didn't like strong-arming someone into a potentially deadly situation, she needed this woman. Lily planned to make it up to her later...somehow. After it was all said and done, Jaida had decided to accompany them instead of taking the plane route.

Saotome Sundries came up as their following destination. They made quite a name for themselves in the world of potions and poultices, but Lily hoped that Rita wouldn't be one of those types that believed she was too good for adventuring. Roger and Lily had tried to brainstorm a way to get this girl on their side, but their salvation came from a direction they weren't expecting. Jaida started chatting Rita up about various alchemical techniques and methods, warming the other girl for Lily and Roger's approach. Lily appealed to Rita's desire to improve herself, claiming that she'd improve another hundred fold in her time with their group. Lorry touted Lily's imaginary fountain of wealth, claiming that Rita would get paid compensation for having to leave her business and mother behind. In the end, why Rita decided to join were known only to her, but she agreed. Lily gave her the now standard plane ticket and explained what was expected of her.

Zhang Xiao, daugher to the famed Vice Commander Hetaigo Xiao was deceptively hard to track down. After Vice Commander Xiao died, his wife and children fell upon his earthly goods like carrion animals, leaving nothing for his youngest. Luckily she was well known in the city, and the trio traced her to an inn downtown. Zhang, after having lived on her own for a year, had hardened up and was a little belligerent towards them, however when they offered her a chance to gain back the riches she'd had before plus interest, as well as a journey to prove her strength to herself and the world, she changed her tune. Xiao, having very little in the way of worldly possessions, took up travels with Lily's growing crew.

The last man on the list, and certainly the hardest to locate, was the mysterious Conjurer, Hanzo Susanoo. They decided that the most plausible way to find an assassin was to put out a hit request, however, and that's just what they did. Roger Lorry subtly spread a rumor that someone was looking for a man named Haze and wanted to kill him. Lorry left an address at each place he visited, hoping that one of them would do business with the shadow man at some point. Apparently, word didn't take long to travel, as the next night one of the wards that Lily had rigged up in their temporary staying place alerted her of an intruder. Lily got a lucky shot on Haze with Holimel's Eye, catching him off guard and giving her enough time to convince him that he wasn't really wanted dead. Quite the opposite, actually. Lily explained that she wanted someone of his talents to accompany her on her journey to stop a crazy cult from destroying the world. Haze accepted immediately, simply because he had nothing better to do with his time. While surprised, Lily was pleased that she didn't have another person to owe exorbitant amounts of money to.

Finally, the time came to unite everyone and get started. While each of them were gifted in their own way, they still weren't a coherent team and they all had room to grow. Once back in Italy, Lily hijacked a large flatbed truck and picked up the remaining three members of her new group from the airport. The ride to her hidden castle was long, boring and dusty, but the view of the Italian countryside was beautiful. As she pulled into the tunnel that led to the front gates, she explained that she discovered this place during her search for everyone, and that it was ideally located in the center of a square of the Ley Line gridwork. The tunnel went under the hilly environment, occasionally opening up to show the sky or to allow in a small stream.

As Lily parked the truck, she told everyone to find a room in the castle and get settled, but to watch out for bugs or snakes, as the place hadn't been cleared completely yet. The group took the time to stretch and unload all their cargo, filing one by one into the castle.

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"Hey! If you two don't calm down, I'll put both of you out on your asses!" A woman yelled behind a long wooden bar, made from a mighty oak, a wilted rose in her hair and a bottle of tequila in her hand. She was yelling at two (rather large) men who had gotten into an argument that sounded like it was about to escalate into something violent. The man behind the bar, the woman's co-worker, leaned back still wiping down the glass he had been for a couple of minutes now. He wanted to see how this all played out. The regulars likewise, turned and watched. This was going to be a hell of a lot better than the lousy game on the TV.

One of the large men, who easily had a foot and a half over the woman and looked to weigh about three of her, turned and yelled back, "Stay out of this little girl!" This remark caused the woman's co-worker to chuckle, earning him a hateful glare from the woman, "Stow it Jack, or you're next," she warned. Jack merely raised his hand to stave off the girl's anger. The girl, who was easiest the smallest person in the bar at barely five feet tall, and hardly a hundred pounds sopping wet returned her glare back to the large men. "I'll warn you one more time. If either of you throw hands, I'm personally putting both of your asses out," She said, laying the bottle down and retrieving her gloves from her back pocket. A regular in the back of the bar grinned, knowing what that meant. A hell of a lot better than the game indeed. "I've got a beer on Izzy," A man at the end of the bar told his buddy.

Both men eyed the woman called Izzy with contempt and returned to their staring contest. Why did men have to stare at each other and grunt before fighting? It didn't matter anyhow, seeing how both men had their pride injured and were going to heal it with their fists. At least, that was the plan. When one of the men pulled back to throw the first punch, Izzy was on the bar in a second and grabbed the man's fist with her left hand, which now had the same consistency of the hardened oak bar. At the same time, she decked the other man with a hook (with the same oaken consistency) of her own, sending the inebriate down to the ground. The other man, who's punch was caught in mid-air (and was now in immense pain. It felt like he punched a tree) got the same treatment and he too went down to the ground.

Izzy then hopped down from the bar, grabbed the collars of both men and dragged them to the door. The sight was... Odd, a tiny woman dragging two full grown men across the middle of the bar. It brought a smile to many of the regular's faces, and worried looked from newcomers. As she dragged the men, she mumbled, "Stupid sons of bitches. Can't they read? We have we only have two rules. Pay your tab, and no fighting. Idiots. Lucky I didn't snap them in half." Once at the door, she threw them out onto the cold cobbled streets of downtown Boston. Above the slamming door, a large faded sign read, "Minuteman's".

Inside the bar, the woman was greeted by a wave of applause which finally cracked her cold and wooden expression. She smiled and curtsied to her customers and made her way back behind the bar and finished pouring the shot of tequila. "You know Isabel, You didn't have to deck them both in the face," Jack said, sliding a beer down to the end of the bar. Apparently, the gambler from earlier was getting his prize. "Of course I did. They called me little and wouldn't listen. You know how that pisses me off," Isabel said, downing the shot of tequila herself. Jack chuckled, "Whatever. Good show either way. You're gonna get tipped good," he said, causing both bartenders to chuckle.

Soon enough, Jack instructed her to bring a bowl of peanuts and two pitchers to a table in the corner. Once at the table, she saw a man and a woman. The man was flipping through a number of papers. Some of which had her picture and name on them. "The hell do you have my picture for?!" She said, grabbing the polished stone at her neck. She felt the strength from the rock extend into her hands and throughout her body, granting her it's solidarity. If these people didn't give her a satisfactory answer, she was going to mess them up. Hard. Apparently, her body language told all, and the woman pulled out a strange object. Magical in nature, that much was clear. So these people were mages too huh? That still didn't explain why they had her name and picture, and she refused to let go of her stone. The woman explained what they were doing there. Something something cult, something, end of the world, something. To be honest it sounded like a lot of gibbering, but the one thing that did stick out to her was the pay. Four figures, and not small figures either. Triple what she made at the bar. Of course she accepted, and pocketed the plane ticket. At closing time, she told Jack, "Hey, I'm out. Tell the boss I'm turning in my two weeks, greener pastures opened up."




Isabel couldn't help but wonder if her homeland was as beautiful as Italy. True, the languages sounded... Similar. At least, she thought they did. It's not like she spoke Spanish everyday in Boston. Her patrons loved the way she said Tequila, but that was it. As it stood, she arrived in Italy and found herself waiting with a single large suitcase, a pair of expensive (looking) glasses, and a fresh rose fastened in her hair. She couldn't help but catch the odd stare from the men every now and then. Before long, as Lorry and Lily said, they arrived and picked her up in a flatbed.

The ride was uneventful, as she spent most of it staring at the others of the collected group from behind the mirrored shine of her sunglasses. And truth be told, there were people of all types around her. She felt as if she was the only normal one of the group. Before long (Actually, it took what felt like forever) they arrived at the castle. A castle, something she didn't expect to see any time soon. Suddenly, she felt out of place. Her home was in Boston, not this castle out in the middle of nowhere. She found her self shaking her head as she stepped off of the flatbed with her suitcase. "Fantastic. I feel just like a princess... Except Princesses didn't have to worry about spiders," She said, looking at a cobweb, "Or the end of the world."

"Right then. Welcome home I guess," She said, entering the mouth of the castle.

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Isabel was certainly not expecting a man hanging out in the rafters just inside the castle. The sight even managed to make the girl pause and lift her sunglasses for a moment and stare. If it had just the man alone, that would have been the end of it, but no. Somehow, some way, and for some reason, he had a dog up there with him. The cranks in her mind began to churn. Dogs don't climb. They dig. Cats climb. And that wasn't a cat... She limply raised a finger and pointed towards the man. "How?" She asked, and then turned and spoke to whoever was behind her. "The hell? Where do they even find people like this?" Figuring the answer wouldn't come to her any time soon, She muttered, "Whatever," shrugged, and moved on. She still had to find her a room.

And one she did. The room of her choice was close to the dinning room and kitchen. Probably belonged to the cook or something back in the olden days. The room was bare bones. A simple cot, a cheap desk, and a stool pretty much comprised the entire room. She tossed her suitcase on the cot and pushed her sunglasses up on her head, taking an uninhibited view. Not much of a view, but she wasn't there for the view. She kicked off her shoes and felt the cold stones underneath her bare feet. The coolness was refreshing, and the strength she felt emanating from the stones was comforting. She sighed and unlatched her canteen from her sash, taking a sip. Normally, she carried the canteen around with her just in case she needed either the water to augment herself with. Abuelo always did say be prepared.

As she sipped, she unzipped a pocket on her suitcase, and withdrew the pair of fingerless gloves she always kept with her. She tucked those away in her back pocket and left the room. She wanted to explore the castle, her curiosity digging it's fingers into her mind. She had never been in a castle before, and who wouldn't want to wander the halls of one? Who knew what kind of history this place had, what kings or dukes lived in this place. Of course, it probably had seen better days, but still. The allure was there. She remembered when she was young, she had always pretended to be a princess and make her 'castle' out of chairs, pillows, and blankets. It was a nice memory. She was a princess, and her brother had always been the knight, fighting make-believe evil. Heh, looks like time had flipped their roles. Now she was the one fighting evil, while her brother stayed home. She began to wonder how Silvio was doing... Instead of going to college herself, Isabel had let her family pay Silvio's way first, while she worked for her own way. He was a sweet and kindhearted boy and he worked so hard. He deserved it. Besides, Izzy could look after herself better than he could.

She returned from her trip down memory lane as she came to a large arch leading into the Courtyard. It was beautiful even then, after time had tried to reclaim it. It seemed to be untouched by human hands since the last man resided in the castle. Isabel made her way to a ruined stone gazebo that sat near a pond's edge, feeling the grass and dirt between her toes. It felt nice. She leaned against the rail and looked down into the water below and her reflection. She then began to mess with her hair and the repositioning the flower behind her ear, wondering what they should do now.

Get to know her soon-to-be companions probably.. Too bad she didn't know where they went, but they too would probably make their way to the Courtyard... Not like they could miss it, right?

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As he walked awkwardly carried his bag on his back, trying to find a nice room, he got a call.

"Hello David. This is Frank, we met earlier," said the voice. This was the last thing David wanted. The bag wasn't balanced and it was really hurting him. He wasn't going to drag it in the dirty ground. And now, he had to listen to Frank.
"I'm a little busy right now. Also I didn't give you my number," David spoke as he opened a room. It was nice and spacious but had nothing in it. Looking at the state of the castle, making demands to Lily would just get him thrown out. Maybe getting thrown out wasn't a bad thing? He kept the door open so others wouldn't have to waste their time.
"David, Marlon said you don't believe how severe the problem is so I propose we meet at the Vatican in a few hours."
Another room, same result. There was a small snake in the room and David closed the door. A nice surprise he thought and smiled.
"The Vatican?" David stopped. Visiting the Vatican and possibly getting to see undisclosed documents? "Count me in," he said to Frank.
"Ok. You settle down and call me back. We will discuss this then," said Frank and the call ended. How does Frank know what David was doing?

He walked around some more till found the room he was looking for. A nice little room with a table, a chair, a bathroom if you could call it that and a bed. He kept his bag down and plopped on the bed. His right shoulder was hurting bad. The imbalanced bag was a bigger nuisance than the castle.

The castle seemed to have had better days, looking at the pedestals and the portraits. Agreed, some portraits were not good, most were masterfully drawn.
The castle also had seen much worse days. Either that or the blood splattered on the wall next to a small picture above the desk was art commissioned to Picasso. David said a small prayer for the soul who died here and carried on.

He removed the gun and the shovel. The gun, a modified AK, was the cause of the back pain David was having. No matter how he kept it in the bag, either the left side or the right was heavier. He twisted his back a little hoping that the pain would go away but it didn't.

He didn't have much else in the bag. He removed the green sweater Marlon's son had given him and cleaned the table with it. Thank God for green sweaters, thought David and removed the rest of the items. Unfortunately, he had to keep the clothes back as there were no hangers. He sighed loudly and stood up. After doing some stretches, he decided to find Lily and ask her the details.

As he walked towards the courtyard he felt chill run down his spine. A nice place, a sudden fight and then chaos... Sounded much like his life. His family used to be normal... now, he and his sisters were as distant as the sun and other stars...
He wondered what Catherine and Elizabeth were doing, how their kids were holding up in this unforgiving world and how they were coping with the loss of Elaine. Elaine had always been the glue that kept the family together and with her sudden and untimely death everything fell apart. He said a quick prayer for her just as he entered the courtyard.

Before he could continue thinking about the day his mother had a knife to his throat, he reached the Spaniard. She looked Spanish, or at least of Spanish descent, but whether he was wrong or not he would find out soon. They were going to be living here, fighting some cult. But with a run down castle, a crew that doesn't know each other and two black mailing maniacs running the show he feared he was in the very cult he was protecting the world against.

He spoke to the woman, "Good day, ma'am. I'm David, a necromancer." He put his hand out in anticipation of a handshake.

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"Ma'am? Not a name I'm used to. Please, Call me Isabel. I only call my mother Ma'am," She said, turning and facing the man- David, as it turned out to be. "The elementalist," She added, grasping the man in a firm handshake- a lot more firm than it should had been. Her hand was thick and solid, the same consistency of the stone at her bare feet. This wasn't to make her point, but rather an absent-minded action, she was still channeling the rock under her feet and had forgotten to stop. realizing her handshake was probably stiffer than was polite, she stopped channeling the stone and her hand returned to their natural consistency, if a bit calloused.

"Sorry about that. I slip into whatever's around. A habit Abuelo pounded into my skull. Something about keeping the skills sharp?" She said, trying to remember what her grandfather had said. It had been so long since she had practiced her gifted with the wizened old elementalist himself. She shrugged, and continued, "A necromancer? Never met one of them before. My family usually deals with the natural magics. Gypsy bloodline and what not," she said, "Though I must admit, you aren't what I expected a necromancer to be," she said, grinning. "I'd expected a lot more black and eyeliner," She said turning back around to the railing and pond before you.

"Actually, you may be one of the normal ones, here. Got an edge on the fellow in the rafters with his dog," She said, cocking her head towards the man, "Did you see that though? That was ridiculous. How did it even get up there," She said, beginning to ramble. She caught herself before she started sounding stupid herself though and looked back into the water. A small fish was swimming right under the surface. Her eyes followed the fish as she spoke, her voice lower and more serious than before, "What do you think of all this? I mean the cult, and saving the world. It's not... Something that just so happens to show up on your doorstep," She said, shaking her head.

"They found me at my bar in Boston. Had my picture and all my information. How did they get it? How did they find me? Why? I didn't have time to think about all of this. They flashed me the pay for this job and I went stupid. I didn't think, I just accepted and next thing I knew, here I am, wondering far too damn late why... Heh, Abuelo would beat my ass if he knew how I acted so rashly," She said, chuckling. Feeling the sense that she was, indeed rambling, she turned with an apologetic look on her face. "Sorry, I don't normally go on about crap like this. It's just so... Strange, you know. Just thrown in the middle of a hornets nest- blindfolded- as far as I'm concerned," She added.

"How about you, how did they find you? Did they flash you a fat check too?" Isabel asked the necromancer.

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"Ma'am? Not a name I'm used to. Please, Call me Isabel. I only call my mother Ma'am. The Elementalist," Isabel said and took David’s hand. An elementalist huh?, thought David as he tried to take his hand out of her grasp. His day hadn’t gone well and broken fingers would just make him loose control.

"Sorry about that. I slip into whatever's around. A habit Abuelo pounded into my skull. Something about keeping the skills sharp?" She said to David and let his hand go. A forgetful elementalist? A disaster in the making. David spoke, “Your grandfather is a wise man. Unfortunately if necromancers practiced regularly, they would end up in jail. It is not a loved art.” He looked at the pond behind Isabel. Fishes swam, ignoring David and Isabel, enjoying their insignificant lives. Not that David’s life was any more significant in God’s schemes, but what was the harm in thinking so?

She shrugged, and continued, "A necromancer? Never met one of them before. My family usually deals with the natural magic. Gypsy bloodline and what not," she said, "Though I must admit, you aren't what I expected a necromancer to be," she said, grinning. "I'd expected a lot more black and eyeliner," She said turning back around to the railing and pond before her.

David did find her expectation of a Necromancer funny though it saddened him that she too was like the others. Necromancy was thought of as ‘black’ arts, devil’s doing and whatnot. Most people considered it worse than Black Arts, which had a bad reputation too. People came running to a Necromancer if they couldn’t find a Blood Magician to cure them. But respect a Necromancer? Ha!

David spoke with a smile, “Many Necromancers of old believed they got their powers from one god of death or another. They thought if they applied eyeliner and covered themselves in black paint, God would be appeased.


"Actually, you may be one of the normal ones, here. Got an edge on the fellow in the rafters with his dog," She said, cocking her head towards the man, "Did you see that though? That was ridiculous. How did it even get up there," She said, beginning to ramble.

Yes, I did notice the man and his dog. If one wishes to throw away his life, then what can we do? God will punish him for wasting something so precious,” David said, again looking at the man. God would punish him for his recklessness, David was sure of that. Maybe David would be allowed to resurrect him. The man wouldn’t have his soul but at least he could jeopardize his ‘life’ as much as he wanted.

Isabel spoke again, her voice lower and more serious than before, "What do you think of all this? I mean the cult, and saving the world. It's not... Something that just so happens to show up on your doorstep," She said, shaking her head.

David hadn’t bothered to give it much thought. The fact that Vatican thought it was true pretty much meant it was true. Marlon did not joke around when talking about the Vatican. He answered, “I do not know much about the cult. I was on my way to ask Miss Lily about this. I just hope I’m not being duped. I still haven’t learnt to control my anger and this place,” he looked back at the castle and then at Isabel, “this place has surely seen a bloodbath or two,” he joked. Not that two hundred year old bodies could be resurrected, but he had a 'reputation' to uphold.

Isabel continued, "They found me at my bar in Boston. Had my picture and all my information. How did they get it? How did they find me? Why? I didn't have time to think about all of this.

They flashed me the pay for this job and I went stupid. I didn't think, I just accepted and next thing I knew, here I am, wondering far too damn late why... Heh, Abuelo would beat my ass if he knew how I acted so rashly," She said, chuckling.

"Sorry, I don't normally go on about crap like this. It's just so... Strange, you know. Just thrown in the middle of a hornets nest- blindfolded- as far as I'm concerned," She added.

No need to apologize. The way I see it, we are probably going to be here for some time. I don’t wish to be strangers with anyone. If there is a cult and they are out to murder everyone, then the least I would like to know is who I will be fighting with.” David never really liked to talk to people. He’d stay quiet, if given the option. But that option wasn't available here.

The fishes were tempting him to forgot about all this cult nonsense and just meander about.

"How about you, how did they find you? Did they flash you a fat check too?" Isabel asked the necromancer.

It was more blackmail than money to be honest. If they have gotten other people using blackmail, the cult has already won. Time will tell us, as it always does and hopefully it will be on our side."

He paused for a while and then spoke, "Should we wait here for Lily or go find her?

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Now this came as a surprise to Lily. Maybe Lorry was right to draw a gun on this man. Acting casual, she tossed a lock of hair over her right ear, thereby disengaging Holimel's Eye from its socket. The amber orb dropped to waist level and hovered there, bobbing up and down erratically.

"Listen here, kid, I don't see your name on our new home. Any shmuck can walk in and say what he likes, including what you just said. Hell, even wills can be forged with enough money and influence these days. Aaannnnd, seeing as how we outnumber you eight to one...nine including Lorry's gun, I suggest you change your tune. You can't kill all of us with a magic deck of cards. We can be friendly. You should make an effort as well."

Lily let her words hang just as ominously as the cards, but after a moment, she realized something else. "What do you mean by 'Tower' anyways? I already introduced myself, and 'Lily Crishon' sounds nothing like 'Tower', in my opinion." She thought about it for a moment, looking at each of the cards as they passed in her range of vision, eyes widening a bit as she glimpsed the tower card.

"Oh! You're a Chronomancer! But...That can't be all. Weaver perhaps? Hmm..." Devoid of fear at this point, Lily replaced Holimel's Eye and walked around the cloud of cards, examining the man as if he were a puzzle or a math problem to be solved. He had reacted in a genuinely angry fashion, which either meant that he was a squatter or the true owner. Either way, she wasn't about to let some stranger evict her new partners. If it came down to a fight, Lily wasn't going to pull any punches, but she sincerely hoped that violence wasn't needed.

"Tell you what, stranger. Meet the people you're trying to throw out before taking any...rash, shall we say, courses of action?" She led the way to the outer courtyard, where there were two others conveniently waiting. Lily put two fingers to her lips and whistled shrilly once and then again after a short interval. She used a bit of magic to project the sound into whatever hidey holes her crew might have managed to get themselves lost in. Hopefully they'd all show up shortly, so Lily could get started with the briefing. Maybe kill two birds with one stone? Convince the stranger to back off and inform the others about their purposes.

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Isabel nodded along with David's words and then finally shrugged, "You think we could even find our fearless leader in this labyrinth? It was dumb luck I managed to make it out here." Truth be told, she didn't even want to go back within the castle. It was such a pretty day to be spent inside a dead castle. Though, the alchemists probably found a nice large room to concoct their potions and what not. Luckily finding Lily wasn't the issue, though the high pitched magic-aided whistle cutting through the air did cause Isabel to jump a little. She turned looked at their employer, "Looks like we won't be needing to find her at all, huh David?" She said, looking up at the man. Yes, look up. Though she spoke to the man as an equal, he still managed to easily have a foot and a half over her. Truth be told, she was perhaps the shortest there, barring the strange Asian woman who opted to not wear a shirt... She had made up her mind to avoid her until she managed to scrounge a top.

She glanced at David upon the appearance of this such woman, wondering how the pious man would act. Izzy could tell from the way he spoke and what he had said that the man was a religious figure. Strange considering his school of necromancy. Or perhaps because of it. Izzy wasn't a Psychology major, so all of her thoughts were useless conjecture. "You think she even has a shirt?" She whispered to David. The girl was young, younger than Izzy was by a bit. David, again, was looking to be the winner for being the most normal there.

Then, she saw someone else. No one she had saw on the ride, she would have remembered that blond hair. He had followed behind Lily out into the courtyard, and had piqued her curiosity. She looked back at David for the last time and said, "Shall we?" Jerking her head towards the gathering. Barefooted, she stepped out of the stone gazebo and onto the cool grass as she approached her employer. As she spoke, she took her gloves out of her back pocket and began to slip them over her hands. Who knew, maybe Lily would want a demonstration. "Hey boss? You rang?" She said as she approached, her eyes flitted between those that had gathered so far. Lily, Lorry, the naked Asian (who Izzy tried her best to ignore), and the newcomer. Her eyes lingered on the stranger before speaking again, "Hey Lily, who's this guy? I thought there were only eight of us. I don't remember his face from the ride here," she said, giving the man a inquisitive look. Course, she didn't remember many faces from the ride either, but his in particular

As she waited for Lily's response, Izzy kept a suspicious eye on the man. She didn't like something about that man. Perhaps it was the unknown she didn't like. Would explain why she felt suspicious about the man in the rafters too.

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Isabel nodded along with David's words and then finally shrugged, "You think we could even find our fearless leader in this labyrinth? It was dumb luck I managed to make it out here." Now that Isabel mentioned it, David tried to remember how he had reached the outside. Was it left, down, right? Right, left, down? That wasn't a smart move. He'd have find the entrance to the castle and then get back to his room.

Luckily finding Lily wasn't the issue, though the high pitched magic-aided whistle cutting through the air. "Looks like we won't be needing to find her at all, huh David?" Isabel said, looking up at David. David nodded, somewhat in happiness. They would have surely been in trouble if Lily hadn't come along. He turned back towards the railing, looked at the fishes and sighed. Now the truth would be out, and hopefully it would make sense. David would be happier if they were here to protect some Mafia guy. At least that would be realistic. But then again, "Vatican says it is true." David hated quite a few in their brotherhood, but none of them were lunatics. They would never joke around.

Isabel glanced at David and whispered, "You think she even has a shirt?" David wasn't sure how to react. Did Isabel want him to look at a naked woman? He was stumped for a second. Why'd she want him to look at a naked woman? Did she take him as a pervert and was testing him? He didn't look back and carried on staring at the fishes. Also, why was there a naked woman?

"Shall we?" asked Isabel a few moments later and stepped away from the pond and towards Lily. David turned towards Isabel and the others thinking, I'll just ignore this wom-

The very next instant David turned back towards the pond, eyes shut. "Oh God. That's not a woman... that's a kid," he muttered to himself. He wasn't going anywhere near that place. Many in church were taunted as pedophiles, David was too once called a pedophile, and if he was seen with a shirtless girl, that would be end of his life. "Go on ahead," he said to Isabel, who was already a couple of meters away.

Luckily, or unluckily, they were only a few meters away from him so he didn't need to turn around. Not that he would, but still.

"Hey boss? You rang? Hey Lily, who's this guy? I thought there were only eight of us. I don't remember his face from the ride here," Isabel said. David realized that , yes, they were in fact supposed to be only eight people, including the man in the rafters. He had noticed the blond man when he had turned back. Who was this person?

If this guy was going to fight them, David would be of no use. There were no dead bodies and they already had a Blood magician. So, not getting in the way was the best option to take. But more importantly, who was this guy? Lily had said there were eight possible members, including herself and Lorry. And considering Lily or Lorry did not mind the guy in the rafters, this guy was not in that list of eight. Maybe they found this guy in the time between 'recruiting' David and the plane ride. Had Lily researched about this guy? He surely hoped so or they could have a spy in their ranks. Or this was a game show. A reality show organized to fool him. David smiled. This was actually the best explanation he could come up with right now. "Oh God, let this be a game show," he prayed.

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Jaida was in the process of attempting to give a mighty tug on the large brass ring, when the sudden, shrill noise had the woman cringing, with one ear pressing uncomfortably to her shoulder. Gritting her teeth, and peering around the room through narrowed eyes, she was about to make a comment on it when Rita beat her to the punch, grasping her wrist and tugging her out of the room and on down the spiral staircase.

The pair stumbled upon the gathering of the ‘chosen’, with Lily and Lorry standing at the center, facing off against a figure she didn’t recognize. Hmm, there were more people here than she’d originally anticipated. The cards that floated around the stranger figure radiated a unique, pulsating energy that actually put Jaida on edge.

She’d never been a fan of black magic.

She held her breath as Michael finally started to march after Lily, hesitating and standing off to one side, closer to Lorry and Izzy as the angry black magician stalked away.

“So, “ She said to no one in particular, “What stick got rammed up that guy’s ass?”

And not just him, it seemed as though everyone down here was tense about something.

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While waiting for everyone to assemble, Lily went over scenarios in her head. She wanted to word things just right, without making things seem too grim, but she also didn't want to sugarcoat anything. They were in this together, for good or for ill. Her reverie was broken as both Isabel and Zhang popped up next to her.

"I heard your call. That was the signal for us to gather up, or did I misinterpret this? I need to ask for help, when we are done with this gathering." piped Xaio. Nodding absentmindedly, the older woman kept scanning the group as they arrived. To Isabel, she held up a finger to ask for a moment. All would be explained once she was sure they were all there. Lily cleared her throat and adjusted her hat.

"I have some news, both good and bad," she stated matter-of-factly. Mentally she winced at the cliché line, but kept going. "You all know that you're here for an important task, but I want to make it doubly clear. We are here to stop the end of our existence. It won't be an easy task...Hell, it'll probably be the hardest thing anyone has ever done, but it's up to us. You all are the cream of the crop, or have the potential to be."

Lily paused for a moment to gather her thoughts. "First, a warning. I would say that if you don't think you can do it, you may leave...But you can't. Not because I'm telling you that you can't, but simply that if you leave now, everyone will die. Second, your best won't be good enough. Not on its own. We all have to be the best. 'Cause you see, our enemy isn't just this cult. It isn't just a group of crazy mages with insane power. It's that, as well as a Goddess! I don't mean the empty deities that people worship in temples, but a real being with real, infinite power. Well, nigh infinite, actually. The cult of Caernavon is researching a way to bind their Goddess into a mortal shell. If that happens, they will have access to all her destructive power and it'll all be over. In case none of you have researched into obscure occult gods, Caernavon happens to be the Big Boss. Her weapons are Pestilence, Plague and Death, and believe me, she will know how to use them."

Her allies shifted uneasily as her speech went on. Lily frowned slightly, realizing that she was painting a bleak and hopeless picture for them. "Don't worry though! The cultists are only humans, and humans make mistakes. Their first one was letting me in and then not hunting me down when I left. We won't let them make a second. However, in order to stop them, we have to train. They won't be as cohesive as we will. The cultists will be a group of individuals, easily divided...easily slaughtered. We will be one unit, a thresher to their wheat. When I'm done with us, we will be the ones that they will fear!"

Her voice rose in pitch as she neared the end of her pep talk, oozing emotion and confidence. Lily fully believed that this group of eight, maybe nine, could become something more, and she made sure they knew of her faith.

"Today, rest and get set up, because we start tomorrow, bright and early. We'll have to fix up the castle, get supplies, set up training areas. It's going to be an involved task, so prepare yourselves.That's all I have for you."

Lily allowed the group to disperse as it pleased, some breaking into pairs, others alone. After a while, she turned to Xaio to see what the girl needed.

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After hours of tossing and turning, Lily gave up trying to get any rest for the night. In the two weeks that her group had been 'training', progress was little. There were still pieces of the castle in disrepair, the electricity was faulty, and worst of all, her crew still hadn't improved much! Their abilties may have progressed some, but function as a unit, they did not. Lily had been searching in ever widening circles for a test of some sort for the past couple days, and just the night before, she'd found it. A small hamlet, isolated like the castle, had been taken over by a group of mages. They'd slaughtered most of the inhabitants, using the remaining live ones as playthings and experiments.

Throwing on her traveling coat, Lily strode briskly to the main courtyard and whistled shrilly, once and then again after a few seconds. She didn't much care if she was disturbing their precious night's sleep. If Lily wasn't sleeping tonight, neither was anyone else. She took to pacing and muttering under her breath as the rest started to arrive, making her displeasure known.

"Ok since everyone's here, I'll make this quick. You've not been improving...at least, not in the ways I need you to. So we're gonna take a field trip and get some real life testing done. There's a small town to our southeast that's been taken over by hostile mages. We're gonna take it back. Now, some things to remember while we're there. We are a team, and that means we work like one. Use each other's strengths and cover each other's weaknesses. I don't want to see anyone by themselves, and whatever gods you pray to so help me, if one of us gets hurt because someone else wasn't covering them, I'll make you regret the day of your conception!"

Lily stopped herself for a moment, massaging her temples. The last thing she needed was to get angry and lecture these men and women like they were children, but it was hard.

"In the last two weeks, you've all improved individually quite well, but you're still individuals! The culties are individuals too, but there's more of them then us. In order to counteract that, we have to be one unit. I've said all this before, but you didn't seem to take it to heart. Well here's your chance to prove yourselves to each other. You fight together...or die alone. Suit up and meet me at the flatbed in ten minutes," finished Lily with a growl. The end of the world wasn't going to go easy on anyone, and neither would she. These were grown ass adults, and Lily wasn't about to pussyfoot around to spare their feelings. She couldn't afford to.

As soon as everyone was on-board, Lily slammed the heap into gear and took off. The hamlet was about a seventy miles from the castle, so they had to go pretty quick to make good time. About two miles out, the truck puttered out and died. After a couple minutes trying to revive the beast, Lily gave up and had everyone simply take their gear on the march. It'd be stealthier this way anyways. On the outskirts of the village, Lily stopped them.

"We do this quiet like as for as long as possible. Once the alarm goes up, stick together unless otherwise instructed. Remember, under NO circumstance should anyone get separated. Ok, move out."

The moon shone dimly from behind the cloud cover, providing a decent atmosphere for their work.

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The unnatural, shrill whistle instantly roused Lorry from his light sleep. He looked at the watch he left on the nightstand, and sighed. Sleep always did come less for people in power. He got up, dressing himself in light clothes as well as his body armor. Clicking his vambrace in place, he belted his swords to his waist and holstered his gun over the rest. He stretched, assuring himself that he could move quite nicely and checked the mirror.

"Lookin' good." He said, his voice hoarse with sleep. Pointing at his reflection, he left the room, closing the door behind him. He wasn't too worried about being broken into, as many of his devices that contained sensitive data would simply self-destruct if anybody but him accessed it. Though it would be amusing to watch a hacker trying to sift through an eternity code trying to make heads or tails of the gibberish. Moving downstairs with sure steps, he occasionally pinched himself to ensure he wasn't zoning out. As professional as he was, waking up when duty called was still a bit difficult for the Nullifier.

As he entered the courtyard, he noticed that he was one of the first. Leaning next to the door once more, he watched his client pace back and forth restlessly. It was evident a lecture was to come. His lips twisted into a little grin at the prospect. As everyone else arrived, the surly look on the sleepless mage's face became more pronounced. She then exploded. Listening to her rant, he supposed he could give her points for going straight to the point. Lorry had been accustomed to working alone or with very few partners that he didn't synergize well with the others. Not to mention that most of them seemed to regard him with ire. Perhaps he wasn't cracking enough jokes. Lorry raised an eyebrow as her pointed comments became more and more stinging. Threats weren't the best way to make people work together. Nor was he so sure that the proprietor of this estate would enjoy taking this. Or Susanoo. Or that fiery bartender.

What surprised Lorry was the sudden call for action. Retaking a hamlet from a bunch of rogue mages. As Crishon described the problem, Lorry mulled over the rationale behind these mages for slaughtering everybody. What the hell was the government doing about this? People don't just dismiss the disappearance or murder of a group of civilians. His visage darkened slightly. The situation regarding these matters weren't much better back home. He didn't object though. A real skirmish is a better motivator than cheap simulations. He got in the truck with the rest, taking shotgun once more. When the truck spluttered out, Lorry sighed and got out. Judging from the distance, they would be two miles away. And they had to march.

About half-an-hour later of marching, they had finally reached the hamlet, where they received orders to stick together, and stay stealthy. Lorry gestured in affirmation. He moved to the front of the group- as a Nullifier, he would easily be able to absorb weaver traps or magical attacks of any magnitude. Since they had to remain quiet, the Sauer in it's holster would have to remain there. he drew one butterfly sword, holding it at the ready as he proceeded toward the village.

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