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Celsia Vorrine

"I feel like i've seen this somewhere before..."

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a character in “Eulogy for the Immortal”, as played by Celsium



Name: Celsia Vorrine
Nickname: Cel
Age: 19
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 100lbs

Appearance: Celsia is very bland in appearance, and her small frame and short stature make her easy to pass by without notice. She often wears simple clothes, such as white or beige dresses so as not to hinder her movement, and she is rarely seen wearing closed-toe shoes. On her thigh she straps a small, incredibly sharp dagger for protection, just in case. Her long, straight, pale blonde hair drapes past her bright cerulean eyes and down to her chest. Despite living on an island her whole life, she still maintains a pale complexion. Her face always carries a somber expression, almost bordering on uninterest. Often ill, in addition to her thin body, makes people to believe she is very frail and weak.

Personality: The girl's personality seems to match her nondescript looks. To strangers, she is rather reserved, preferring to listen. Because of her quietness, people tend to find her a calming presence. When she speaks, some find her abrasive at first, as she is a realist and doesn't sugar-coat things, but she is really rather empathetic and wants what's best for her friends and acquaintances. Some who do not know her believe her to be frail due to her stature, but she is much stronger than her appearance lets on. People often mistake her for being upper-class as she was raised with strict etiquette.

Once people get closer to her, her rigid shell quickly falls away. She has a warm smile, and the spark in her eyes shines brightly. She has a great desire to travel and is fascinated by all things foreign, and new. Not taking knowledge for granted, Celsia has a great respect for books. Pouring over arithmetic and language books is a favorite pastime. Because she was raised and grew up around the same community on Gola, she values her friendships and family greatly. Tense situations, and arguments, make her very uncomfortable.

  • Open spaces, the outdoors
  • Traveling
  • The sea
  • Books

  • Big cities, crowded places
  • Being uninformed
  • Being treated as fragile

  • Heights
  • Not recovering
  • Being forgotten

  • Extensive book smarts
  • Proficient in self-defense
  • Speaks multiple languages

  • Not street-smart
  • Short temper when provoked
  • Periodically ill

Abilities (fighting style, weapon preferences, etc.):
Though she appears weak, the young girl is surprisingly strong in self-defense. Her small build allows for nimble movements and decisive strikes, and the keen dagger on her leg is easily accessible when put into dangerous situations. Evasive and quick, she works to dodge attacks until the opponent is too fatigued to be a threat.


For as long as there had been creatures on Ter'Ciel, there was a need for guidance to find their way. Andiel, the god of foresight, watched as the humans grew and progressed, but were set back time and time again because they could not foresee what lied ahead. She bestowed onto them intuition, instincts, and gut feelings. Filled with joy, she watched the humans learn to predict weather, harvests, and health. Though she could not share visions of the future with them, the humans became more aware. She soon grew a modest, but devout following.
It quickly came to her one day- Andiel had envisioned the parasitic aliens that would descend upon the gods. The gods had been warned, but no one was prepared for the darkness and death they would bring. The humans were being destroyed, and the world as they knew it began to crumble at the gods fingertips. The deep dark that the parasites brought crept into her mind and blocked her from seeing. Watching the destruction all around, Andiel had one last vision- the gods would need to sacrifice themselves to seal away the parasitic aliens. After time passes by and the mountains start to wear away, an Awakener's soul would be born to reincarnate the deities that gave their lives.

Now, all that remains of the devout followers are decrepit relics, forgotten with time.

Celsia was born and raised on Gola, an island to the northeast of the Thalian continent. From a young age, her parents were amazed at the imagination she had. She would tell them about the rolling hills she saw in her dreams, and the bustling cities that crossed her mind. However, as she grew, her health began to decline, and she would periodically fall ill. Because of this, she was not allowed to travel for fear of exacerbating the disease. Celsia loved the island and traversed every corner of it, much to her parents dismay, but she craved more. When the ships came into port she would pour over new books, reading of beautiful mountains and cities on the mainland. She learned languages that weren't even spoken on the island, and became well-versed in literature. The men of the island helped her to defend herself, in case large island animals crossed her path.
As she grew older and more aware, the young girl was surprised to see her imagination from youth manifest itself into small visions- quick flashes of a distant place, or a nameless face. Puddles would display dark alleys. As she would walk by a mirror, for a moment she would see a rainy village street. But as her 18th birthday came and went, she began to see the same image- a small, quiet port town. She looked over books for weeks until she came across an entry that exactly described the place she saw- the port village of Kirlsa. She said the name over and over again in her head, Kirlsa, Kirlsa. It wouldn't leave her mind.
On a foggy morning as she paced the seashore, she stepped on a small bronze token in the sand. She wasn't quite sure why, but it made up her mind- she had to leave the island. With much pleading- and promising she would find out what her sickness was on the mainland- her parents relented. With the foreign token in hand (from an unknown town, despite her extensive research of it) she finally boarded a ship as she always dreamed of doing. Gola growing smaller in the distance, Celsia's heart raced with excitement. "Kirlsa," she muttered to herself again.

So begins...

Celsia Vorrine's Story


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The room was dark, and smelled of must and moss. A faint, glowing light from a dying candle flickered several feet away. The muffled noise of turning gears came from above.

Where am I?

A cave, perhaps? No- the walls were mostly dirt, like someone carved into the ground. As she began to walk towards the candle, Celsia felt goosebumps up her neck, as if someone was approaching her from behind. She turned around and--

With a gasp, Celsia's eyes shot open. She could feel a bead of cold sweat run down her face. The ceiling was wooden, no more dirt. "Another weird dream," She mumbled to herself. As she sat up, a spell of dizziness overcame her. Was she getting ill again? Well, it didn't matter now-- she had already left Gola, so her parents could not hide her away this time. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and oriented herself. The room was cozy- just a small boarding room in a ship, with a worn window facing out of the back of the boat. With a calm morning surf, the swaying of the ship was minimized. It almost felt as if she was back on land.

Celsia padded across the wooden planks and out to the deck. The sun had just risen over the horizon, revealing the massive sea before them. The cool morning sea breeze chilled her, but it was refreshing, especially after being cooped up in the room.

"Good morning, Celsia!" Hollered a voice from above. She turned her head to meet it, and smiled, nodding at the crow's nest. "Good morning, Gar. Don't you ever come down from up there?"
"I just took over. And hell, I don't mind-" He turned and pointed to the west, "I can see Tithe Harbor just over the horizon. We'll be there before I can get worn out." Celsia dashed over to the side of the ship and narrowed her eyes. There was the outline of a mass of land. Her face beamed with a great smile- the mainland stood right before her.


The ship had moored in the harbor, and the few crewmembers had disembarked for supplies- Due to shallow rocky waters along the coastline of Gola, only smaller ships could travel there- which meant for less storage. Celsia stood on the dock and looked at the town with wonder in her eyes.

It wasn't a city by any means, but it was much busier than the island. The market by the harbor was setting up for the morning rush, and she could see steam-powered machinery in many of the buildings. She walked by the merchants and tents, eyeing many fruits and vegetables she had only read about previously. Shiny, copper and bronze machine parts were laid out on blankets over the cobblestone sidewalks. Colorful silken fabrics hung from strings alongside the tents. If Tithe could be this amazing, surely she would find even more intrigues at Kirlsa. From the corner of her eye she spotted the ship captain, Gar, and she rushed to catch up to him.

"Have you regained your land legs already?" He offered her a wry smile, "I was surprised you adjusted so quickly, seeing how pale you looked this morning."

" Oh, I'm sure it was just the morning light playing tricks on your eyes. Tell me- When do we depart again to Kirlsa?" Her smile faded when he gave her a disappointed look. "Celsia- I'm sorry. But my ship can't make that journey."

" Why not?" She felt a pit in her stomach. She had only made it part way to her destination and already she was stuck. Gar shook his head, and nodded up to the grey sky. " Our ship is a bit damaged from the rocky, shallow Golan waters. We can't traverse the seas in it, we'd capsize or sink- especially with this rain coming. And you know boats take some time to repair... You'll have to find your travels in another ship."

Celsia furrowed her brow. She felt a few drops of rain begin to fall on her shoulders. "Do you know of anyone that would take me? You know me, Gar, I can't just stop here."

The broad-shouldered man crossed his arms, and eyed the harbor, fixating on a nondescript ship off to the side. "..Now, I could be wrong about this, but.... I believe if I'm right.. talk to the captain of that ship. We've crossed paths while mooring before. I have a feeling he might be able to get you to where you want to go. He has a pretty noticeable... facial feature. You can't miss it." Celsia's eyes lit up again, despite the rain that was coming down steady. She gave the man a hug, looking almost comically small against his huge expanse of a chest. He patted her head.

"Gar...Please tell my parents I'm alright. I am, really. And I will continue to be, I promise." With a last bittersweet smile, she sprinted down the rainy path towards the ship that would hopefully complete her journey to Kirlsa.


Celsia walked down the dock towards the small boat Gar had mentioned. Surprisingly, it looked capable of carrying only a few people. The rain began to come down harder, and she was nearly soaked through. She stepped up to the boat and poked her head around before noticing a white-haired male laying on the side of the deck, unphased by the downpour. "Excuse me, um," She wasn't sure if he could hear her. "My friend Gar said you might be able to transport me. I don't really have any money, but uh.." She realized how ridiculous she must've sounded, asking for travel without cash. "If you're heading to a small port called Kirlsa, or nearby it, I would be really grateful.." The man's ears seemed to perk up, and he stood. As he faced to her, she saw the large scar across his defined face.

She felt the color drain from her face. She had seen him somewhere before, but that was impossible. He had never visited the island. Why did she suddenly feel so overwhelmed? The man opened his mouth and said something to her, but she didn't hear it. The images of his face flashed in her mind again, and everything went dark.


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The tunnel was dark, save for the dim flickering light. The rhythmic turning of gears above sounded familiar.

Where am I?

The shadow of a figure approached from around the corner. Celsia held her breath. The figure, cloaked in crimson slowly made its way to the candle, picking it up. It turned to face her. Though it's face was hidden beneath the hood, she could feel it watching her. It lifted up the candle to its concealed face, and blew out the flame.

Celsia slowly opened her eyes. The ceiling was wood, not dirt. Was she still on Gar's ship? No, she remembered departing with him.
The white-haired man dozing in his chair by the head of the bed caught the corner of her eye, and her heart jumped. She quickly patted herself down- still clothed, phew- though her damp shawl and satchel were hung on the bed post. Cautiously she slowly sat up, keeping her eyes fixated on him. Recalling her brief meeting with him, she shook her head, embarrassed. Waiting for the pounding in her head to subside, she looked around the room. It wasn't very large, but neither was the boat- just big enough for the bed, a chair, and small desk with some storage.
Caedes heard the familiar creak of his bed. Ah..she must be up. He thought to himself as he shifted a bit. Celsia began to open her mouth to say something to him, but noticed a bronze token on the table. Her face grew red.

"Did you go through my things?! What are you doing with my coin?" She snatched it up and held it in her lap. "And what am I doing in here...?"

Caedes was surprised to wake, only to be yelled at about him having gone through her stuff, his eyes opening to see her snatching his coin. "HEY!" Cae yelled back, grabbing at her wrist firmly, "I dont know what you meant by going 'through your stuff', but if you don't let go of that coin, I'll throw you overboard. That coin is very precious to me." He scolded her firmly, not taking his red eyes off her own.

Using his other hand, he took hold of the coin and forced it from her hand, then let go of her small wrist. "I haven't touched any of your stuff, check your bag for yourself." The man said with a disgruntled look upon his face. He may have been a pirate once, but he wouldn't steal from someone who was unconscious. Especially a cute girl. Sitting back in his chair, he waited for her to check her things.

Taken slightly aback from his strength, and his piercing red eyes, Celsia rubbed her wrist. She reached over and grabbed her satchel, rummaging through the few contents. Sure enough, her coin was there. She held it in her hand, looking at the identical one in his.
"Why did you mention Kirsla?" He asked, raising a brow.

Why did I mention Kirlsa...?Well I can't really mention the weird dreams, he'll think i'm insane.
"Uh.. well, I just.." She felt herself at a loss for words. "I read about Kirlsa in a book and it interested me. And then I found this coin and just.." She turned the coin over in her hand. "I dunno, thought it was a sign? I had never left my island before. And I've never seen or read of a coin like this, either."

She stood up. "Sorry, I knew it was pretty farfetched. I should probably take my leave. I don't have much to offer you as payment for looking out for me.." She looked at the coin in her palm again. Well, if she couldn't take his boat to Kirlsa she may as well move on. Offering the coin to him, she looked into his intense red eyes. "Take this. If your coin is precious to you, maybe having two of them will bring you some luck. Oh- I'm sorry- My name is Celsia. I guess I should've mentioned that earlier."

His eyes widened at the sight of her coin, his observant eyes inspecting it carefully. Sure enough, the two were a perfect match. "Well, I'll be..." was all he could manage to say before finally taking his eyes off the coin, and back to the blonde in front of him. Sighing, he shook his head lightly. "Sit down. I plan on leaving first thing in the morning, the storm should blow over by then. You are free to come with me if you wish it. It wouldn't sit right telling a frail girl to shove off like that.." He reached to push the coin back into her hand.

"It just so happens I've been planning to head to Kirsla myself. Celsia... Well met. The name's Caedes. Feel free to call me Cae though." He smiled up at her warmly as he held out his rough hand to shake.


The two of them stood on the deck, their journey to Kirlsa now underway. The storm had passed, and the dark clouds retreated over the horizon. With the sail full of wind, all they could do was wait until they arrived at their destination.

Celsia turned her head towards Caedes, who seemed to be enjoying the sunlight. "So Caedes, why is it you're going to Kirlsa?"
"I'm a pir... I like to travel..." His eyes shifted a bit, catching himself before revealing his past to her. "I've yet to get down that far, so I had the urge... plus I have my boat." He shrugged lightly, his gaze returning to the female's eyes before him. "So, I figured I might as well take the trip."

"Oh wow, you're so lucky. If I had a boat and could go wherever I wanted I think I would have explored the entirety of Ter'Ciel by now." Her hair blew wildly in the seabreeze and she smiled. "How did you even come across a boat? Aren't they pretty expensive?"

"You uh... you pick up a thing or two while you travel around." He leaned himself against the cabin as he looked forward. "I've been out at sea for... Shit, it might be 10 years now. Besides, this boat is hardly worth much. Just a dingy compared to what I used to have." He smiled as he leaned his head back, remembering the old days. "Why haven't you been out and about traveling, anyhow?"
"Oh, uh.." She averted her gaze. "My parents were kind of...protective, I guess. Plus a lot of ships don't go to Gola so there aren't a lot of opportunities to just up and leave. This was my first time on the mainland." Her eyes were fixated on the sea. "Honestly, it's relieving to see new sights. I was starting to get a little stir crazy."

Caedes shook his head lightly, "Well.. they were probably protecting you from yourself, with that sickly body of yours. You sure you are okay?" His gaze returned to the girl, worried about her. "And yeah, Gola isn't the best place to visit if you don't have the right ship...I've met some interesting sailors from there."

She sighed. "I'm fine. Sometimes I just get ill when..." She stopped herself,"Sometimes I just get sick for awhile, but i'm fine. I just forgot to eat, I think." She looked back to meet his gaze. "Caedes.. What are you going to do when you get to Kirlsa? Are you going to take your boat somewhere else after?"

"Alright..." He didn't buy it for a second, but it didn't seem like there was any use in trying to pry it out of her. "I'm probably going to stay there until I figure out just why I want to bother coming down here." He shrugged, not really knowing himself. "All I know is that I wanna go down there.. but I can't really think of why."

"I guess you and I are in the same boat then, heh. I don't really know why I'm going there either. You'd think I would be more interested in a big city. So many books to read..." Her voice trailed off. She gave him a serious look. "I might sound crazy, but I just feel like I have to be there." Crossing her arms over her chest, she leaned against the side of the boat.

"I should throw you overboard for that joke." He sighed, a grin forcing it's way onto his face at her silly words. "Well... considering you've never been anywhere but Gola, yeah, I figure you would rather visit anywhere but a backwater area." The smile vanished as he gave another simple shrug. "Maybe it's the hunt calling to us." The man said with a grin, pulling out his coin, flipping it into the air and catching it. "Heads or tails?"

She raised her brows. "Hm... Tails."

Unbeknownst to her, the pirate made sure to land it on heads as he opened his hand, "Ah, what a shame, looks like luck is on my side." He grinned as he looked up to the girl, "Ah well, can't win em all."

Celsia gave him a smile and chuckled to herself. "You know, for some reason you remind me of a song I learned from a foreign sailor that moored on Gola a few years ago. It's about a sailor or a pirate that retired but longs for the sea again." She leaned over the edge of the boat and started to quietly sing it to herself in the foreign tongue.
"Ein Sturm zieht auf,
Ich steh an Deck.
Die Seeluft schmeckt
Nach Regen.
Der Himmel streckt
Die Hände aus,
Ich stemm' mich ihm
Entgegen. "

He listened to the girl sing in her foreign tongue, not able to understand, but still enjoying her voice. "That sounds nice.. but sorry, can't understand what it's saying." He smirked as he continued to rest against the cabin. She continued to stare into the waves, and gave a half smile.

"Wieder nach der See..."


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Celsia stepped out of the cabin the precise moment that Caedes fastened it to the dock post. After her hiccup in Tithe she was all too ready to settle into a cozy village with beautiful green farmlands.

Unfortunately for her, Kirlsa could not offer that. Everything just seemed so...brown. The houses looked worn with age and the only greenery was in small patches in the dirt. A nearly dilapidated windmill spun and groaned in the center of the small town, and the constant rhythmic creaking put Celsia on edge, though she couldn't place why. Even the colors on the townspeople's clothes seemed muted. Everything smelled vaguely of manure.

As she was stricken with a sudden pang of regret and homesickness, Celsia turned to her new friend. "Is this really kirlsa? I thought it would be more... lively."

"From what I've heard... yeah, sadly, this is it. I was really hoping the stories I heard weren't true."
She shook her head, looking around at the small abodes, "Why did I even come here? What do I do now?"

(("Well... for starters")) He pat his stomach with a grin. "We should eat a legitimate meal, and grab ourselves some nice drinks." He looked over the girl for a moment. "Oh, you are probably too young to drink, huh?"

Celsia's stomach growled as he mentioned food. She hadn't realized how bored she grew of eating jerky on the boat. "Food sounds wonderful right now... and wait, how old do you think I am?" She furrowed her brow. "I'm no child. I've been alive on ter'ciel for almost 20 years now, you know..."

A look of shock took hold of Cae's face. "20? Here I pegged you for... I don't know... 15?" He looked her up and down again. "I guess I could see it... Man, if I had known that..." He trailed off as he climbed up and off the boat, offering a hand down to the lady. "All the missed opportunities for flirting... gone."

Grabbing his hand with a perplexed look, she stepped up onto the dock. "Flirting...?" She caught her eye on a somewhat larger building not too far off to the side of the creaky windmill. Hanging on the side of the front door was a tattered sign with a mug full of mead on it. "I think that's a pub over there. We should probably ask if there's an inn nearby, too."

"Ya know.. like, flirting.. nevermind." He shook his head dismissively as he looked over to the tavern sign. "It better be, I'm gonna need a drink if I'm staying in this place for awhile." He sighed as he started walking forward, his short sword by his side, just in case. "And what, didn't like sharing a single room with me?"

She eyed the few townspeople that were out and about as they walked on. "It was a bit..., you probably didn't sleep very well on that chair." She raised a brow at him. "I'll get a few drinks into you and you'll forgive me though, I bet."

"At least you had the bed.." He smiled, giving her a soft shove to the shoulder. "And a pretty little thing like you? I've already forgiven you. You gave me company on the trip over, that's fair enough." He said with a warm smile as he opened the door for her to enter the Tavern. The smell of drinks, food, and B.O. filled their nostrils. "Ah... just how I thought it'd be."

Celsia scrunched up her nose, a bit put off by the intense odor of mead and men. She leaned towards him and spoke quietly, "You thought it would be like this and still wanted to come in?" She gave a small smile to the bulky men that were glaring at the duo. "..Maybe we should find a seat somewhere."

"Oh that's right, you've probably never been to a place like this.." He smiled sheepishly at her as he began to walk forward. "Just stay close.. most of these men are farmers and sailors, I doubt there will be any troublemakers among them. And if there are.. " He patted the sword at his side. "Well, just don't be worried. Besides, these lovely scars of mine should ward off any low lifes."

With a bemused look, she lifted up her dress enough to reveal a small concealed dagger on her. "I'm not too worried about it," she said with a wink. She sat down next to a wobbly table by the edge of the room. Suddenly, a wicked grin overcame her. "I bet I could drink these men under the table, anyway."

His eyes blatantly stared at her leg for a moment, taking in the sight of the dagger, as well as her slender form. Reverting his gaze back to her face, he sat down across from her, looking over the men as she talked. "You drink a lot?" He was skeptical, and it clearly showed on his face. "How do you figure that? You said you had strict parents, plus you are tiny, there's no way."

She smiled to herself, realizing that some people found her island as foreign as she found their mainland. "Strict, sure. But I guess it was a cultural thing, we all drank, it was pretty normal. And Golans make some /very/ strong spirits. You learn quickly to keep up, or you end up waking up lost somewhere."

"And I'm an ex pirate, so trust me, I've had stronger." He smirked for a moment, but not long after the smile faded, realizing what he had just said, "Shit." He sighed deeply and ran a hand through his hair, looking over across the old wooden table to see what Cel's reaction was.

Celsia pursed her lips together in a sort of mixed emotion, between surprise and interest. "A..pirate?" She bit her lip in amusement. "In that boat?" After flagging down a tavern worker for some straight rum, she leaned towards Caedes, inspecting him closer. Though her knowledge of pirates led her to believe he could be more dangerous than she originally thought, she was genuinely interested. "A pirate..." She mumbled into her drink.

"Yes, please, say it louder so the rest of the tavern can hear you." He sighed again, glad she wasn't seemingly too upset. "And no, not on that boat. EX pirate. As in, no longer a pirate." He instinctively pulled out the bronze coin and stared at it, his thumb running over the rough surface. "For reasons I'm not about to get into, the crew is gone, the ship is gone... it's all.. gone.." He reached over and grabbed the drink from her, taking a quick chug before handing it back, now half empty. "That was a few years ago... but there are still posters here and there."

As she reached to take another swig, a brief glimpse of a figure in the reflection of the drink startled her. She quickly looked over her shoulder with wide eyes, half expecting someone to be there. But nothing had changed. Slowly turning back to the table, she tensely began to finish off the rum, avoiding eye contact with Caedes.

Cae eyed her suspiciously, his deep red eyes inspecting her and the area behind her. "Cel... What did you see in the reflection?" This wasn't the first time he noticed her start at nothing from any sort of reflective surface. First the ocean, then when inspecting his sword,she could see something that others couldn't, and she was trying to hide it. "If you don't wanna talk about it, I understand, but I'm worried about you. Every time you get like this you look so drained."

She took a moment to try and find a way to explain it without sounding completely insane. "..It's a little difficult to explain. Since I was little I would have very brief and vivid dreams of people or places I'd never met before. Over the past few fortnights it's sort of gotten more common. Remember when we first met in Tithe? I swear by the gods, I had seen your face somewhere before.." she shook her head, "I think I'm just hallucinating or something though, it's probably nothing. Maybe I'm just on edge because I'm so far from home."

Cae looked to her, doing his best to take it all in, resting his head into his hand as he listened. "Perhaps... or maybe you are some sort of a Seer?" As the barmaid passed by again, Cae ordered themselves a few bottles of rum, giving her a friendly wink as he flipped her a coin. "Maybe you're on edge because you are traveling with such a handsome man~" He grinned as he filled up her glass, and one for himself. "Or. Maybe you just need a few drinks in you to take the edge off." He shined his fanged smile as he eyed her, already holding his glass up, as in a toast.

Celsia lightly tapped her mug against his. "A seer.. There aren't any witches on Gola anymore. And definitely not in my family line. I'm sure it's nothing that... talented." She sipped the strong drink. "And most of what I see isn't specific enough to get me anywhere. Still though, maybe I could ask some scholars in Airyglyph about it. I hear they're pretty studious." Hiding a smirk behind her drink, she laughed a little. "Oh, I didn't know I was traveling with a handsome man. Was he hiding somewhere on the boat?"

"True enough... Well, if you need to get there, it'd be a lot better than-" He stopped at her comment, flicking a piece of garbage at her from off the table, hitting her square between the eyes. "And here I am trying to be nice, escorting you around the world to get to... well, we were going to the same place. But still." He chuckled to himself, taking a large drink of his rum before setting it down with a happy sigh. "Why did we even come here..? I thought this coin was pointing me in the right direction."

Picking the trash off her face with a frown, she shrugged at Cae. "I'm wondering that myself. This is definitely a depressing start to my trip." She stretched out and looked around the room. "Even in midday this town seems about as lively as a sack of rocks..." The meats, cheeses, and bread that arrived to the table were a welcome sight. The two of them began to stuff their faces with an intense, hungry fervor. The girl tilted her head towards the window."I think maybe I'll walk around the market a bit, and figure out where it is I want to go next. If you want to join me."

The red-eyed man nodded, "Sounds good to me, there isn't much else to do." He waved over the barmaid once more. "One last round, thanks."
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Celsia stared up at the dark night sky and she slowly strolled back towards the center of Kirlsa. The marketplace was now quiet, all the baubles and goods had been packed away and all that remained were the shells of the once-full merchant tents. She had gotten so caught up in conversation with her new acquaintance that they hadn't even realized how late it was. Feeling very worn from the new sights and sounds of the day, Celsia began to head back towards town on her own. "I'll catch up.",Cae had said to her, with his toothy grin.

She pulled her shawl around her shoulders and smiled to herself. Even if Kirlsa was less interesting than she anticipated, it was something new, and she was happy.

As she approached the outskirts of the village center, the sound of hurried footsteps grew nearer. Distant shouting was carried by the seabreeze, as well. Did someone get into a tavern fight? she wondered. Rounding a corner, she started, almost bumping into someone. "Oh!" The girl froze in her step, deeply embarrassed. "Excuse me. I'm sorry," She mumbled. A cursory glance at the man revealed him to be a cloaked guard of some sort, or so she believed. The crest on his shoulder looked vaguely familiar. She was glad she didn't run into him. As she moved to walk around him, he quickly moved out his arm to block her way. With his free arm, he held up a small lantern to illuminate her face. "Miss, you're going to have to come with me." The light revealed a deep crimson cloak draped over his form, almost claret in the night. The color made her feel incredibly uneasy, though she was unsure why.

"I-I'm sorry?" She was flabbergasted. "I didn't do anything. I-- oh!" She held out her satchel to him. "Do you think I stole something from the market? You can check my bag. I assure you, I would never."

The guard put his hand on the bag and lowered it. "We have business with you. Come with me now." As he reached for her, she stepped back. "If you resist, this will not be pleasant for you..." His free hand disappeared into his cloak, but Celsia didn't want to ask why. Taking a few more steps back, she nervously looked over her shoulder.

Did they find out I've been consorting with a pirate?! Her heart began to beat faster. The light shone onto the man's cloaked head. Wait, why does he look so.. her eyes grew wide, noticing the blade the man had retrieved. The sound of the windmill slowly grinding away put her on edge. She quickly grabbed for the dagger strapped to her leg, and held it out towards him, arms shaking.
"I- I know how to fight!" The familiar stranger approached her."I'm warning you, this is your last chance." He growled. Celsia shook her head. "I didn't do anything wrong, I'm not going with you unless you tell me why."

"So be it."

The cloaked figure lunged for her, blade prepared. She swiftly side-stepped away from him, adrenaline coursing through her veins. Twisting his body, he swung his bladeless arm to her, knocking her off balance. Quickly shuffling herself back onto her trembling legs, she held out her dagger once more. I really have to fight him, don't I? Her question was answered as he once more attempted to strike- this time, though, Celsia was prepared to strike back.
She ducked out of the blade's reach- an easy task for someone so short- and sliced her dagger upwards, cutting through the crimson cloak and into the man's arm. The blade she carried had never been used before- thank goodness- so it's razor sharp edge cut deep.
With a grunt, he withdrew his arm, blood beginning to soak into his sleeve. Celsia could hear footsteps not far off. "Over here!" He shouted, cutting through the silence.
Once again he lashed out towards the girl, his blade connecting this time with the edge of her ear. "Ah!" She winced for a moment, but had little time to focus on the pain as two more cloaked figures came around the corner.
"Grab the bitch. She has a blade, watch yourself." He mumbled to the others. One ran up from behind her and grabbed her arm. Celsia lifted up her legs and kicked the other as he came near, knocking him to the ground, and sending her holder off balance. She quickly wriggled out of his grasp and spun her dagger around, cutting open his upper chest. There's too many, I need to find Cae- she used the opportunity to make a run for the gap between them. The first man grabbed her shawl with his bloodied arm, catching her off-guard, and another took a fistful of her hair and pulled her backwards. She shrieked, "CAEDES!"


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Cae finished another pint of whatever this local drink was, and set the mug down a bit roughly, a large grin on his face. He got up and stretched for a moment before making his way towards a group of other men, pretending to chat with them for a bit before moving on to another group.. and another, until he was near the door. Before exiting, he gave a fake little wave to the bartender who hadn't noticed him slipping out the door without paying his tab. "This town is too easy."

He chuckled, as he flipped his bronze coin a few times as it grew dark, never worrying about losing sight of it, his better than average night vision wouldn't allow for it. Catching the coin a final time, he looked around, his ears almost twitching at the noises he heard. For a quiet place like Kirlsa, there sure was a lot of yelling going on in a few different places. Ah well, probably just some drunks. Nothing new.

It wasn't long before Cae's ear twitched again, two sets of footsteps rapidly approached him. His hand readied on his blade if need be as he turned around to face the two approaching him. Even with crimson cloaks on, Cae could tell they were armed, they surely didn't hide it well. "G'day gents." He gave a single wave with his left hand once he was sure that the two were coming for him, and not headed elsewhere. "What can I do for ya?" He flashed them his signature smile as he looked the two over. Early thirties the both of them, one fairly tall, the other average. Their hair were mostly hidden by a hood, but both had brown eyes. Clean hands, new cloaks, new leather chest armor, not much mud on their boots. They were green, hardly worth his time, and so his right hand released the hilt of his blade.

"You need to come with us." The tall one commanded as the shorter one gave Caedes a good look for the first time, the many scars and sword on open display, adding in, "If... if y-you resist.. it will not be pleasant."

Caedes gave the two a genuine grin, looking between the two before laughing heartily. "Oh man...That's rich. That was just the thing I wanted to hear before going to bed." He took a step towards the two, both their hands moved to their respective blades, ready to draw. "Oh no... You don't want to do that..." Cae warned, his eyes noticeably getting sharper, his grin becoming more wild, unbeknownst to Cae as he blinked, they shifted for a moment, becoming an almost golden color before returning to their normal look of deep red. As he took another step, the taller one, with either more backbone, or less brains, pulled out his sword, and thrust it forward. Caedes simply moved his right leg back, rotating his body so he wasnt facing the two, and leaned away from the thrusting steel, his hands raising slightly as he did so. In that moment, the man shifted his head to look up at the smug Cae, but before he could react, Cae's right hand had gripped the man's own hand that was holding the sword, and pulled it further, right into Cae's left fist, backhanding the man's face and toppling him. The ex-pirate looked to the shorter man, his grin never fading, though his eyes were still fierce. "If you use a weapon, you best be prepared to die by one... These are no toys. Now tell me..." He moved to where the toppled man who was clutching at his jaw was struggling to get up, drawing his own shortsword and pointing it down at the man, right between the eyes. "...Am I going to have to teach you more lessons?"

The two men shook their heads, staring at Cae in silence. "Good then. Now run before I think up more things I could teach you." They certainly didn't hesitate, running with their tails between their legs, the taller one even forgetting his sword. "HEY, YOU FORGOT YOUR SWORD, CATCH~!" Cae yelled after them, laughing to himself as he took the guard's longsword and hurled it at them, dropping to the side as the man ran, not even bothering to pick it up. "Ya try to be nice, and get no respect." He smirked as he shook his head lightly, starting his way back to where he told Cel he would meet her.

A familiar voice pierced the area, "CAEDES" was all it said, and was all he needed to hear before sprinting off towards Cel's cry for help. She wasn't too far off luckily, but Cae cursed. "First those two weaklings... now what?" His mind raced a bit as he picked up the pace. Maybe someone had recognized him and seen her with him? No... they wouldn't send two greenies after him if they knew who he was... So just what was going on..

He arrived near the village center and saw the scene, two men holding down Celsia with a third near by. As he ran closer, he could see one of the men was bleeding, and a bit of a smile formed on his face. 'Huh... so you can fight some.' Shot through his mind before he swiftly ran forward and punched down the standing man before he could realize who was approaching. Cae stopped where he was, his left hand rubbing over the knuckles of his right as he looked down at the two men holding Celsia. Although on the inside Cae was relieved, and excited for a fight, his outward appearance was that of a killer. His eyes narrow, his lips tight, no grin on his face. "Would you two mind getting off my friend there?" The two men looked up at him, not sure if they had just seen what they thought they had seen.

Celsia strained to turn her head towards the familiar voice, her hair still in the grasp of her assailant. "Cae! Go, these men have blades, you're going to get hurt-" The cloaked figure pushed her face into the cobblestone.

"Shut up girl!" The cut man yelled as he pushed Cel's face down. "And you! Just who the fuck..." He trailed off for a moment as he looked up at Cae clearly for the first time. "You! You're the other target. Just what are those two idiots doing, they should have found you by now."

"Oh... they're dead." Cae said bluntly as he lied to the man. "And... if you'd like, you can meet up with them, if you don't release my girl here and tell us just what in the fuck is going on." As he spoke, he slowly drew out his shortsword, letting the tip of it drag a bit in the sheath so that the noise lingered for a moment. "So... what's it gonna be? Or do I have to cut you up more than you already are?" Cae could see that this man was more experienced than the others, but with his injured arm, he was hardly worth the time, and it seemed like he knew it as well. After thinking about it, while the other man sat their dumbfounded, the two let go of Celsia, stood up, and backed up a little, out of reach of Cae's shortsword. "We were told to find certain people, and bring them to the windmill over there." He said with a point to the only tall structure in the area. "Honestly, that is all we were told, to escort you there, by force if necessary."

As soon as she was able, Cel scurried over to where Caedes stood. She looked to him with wide eyes, "Remember how I said I thought I saw someone in that reflection..." She gingerly touched her ear where the man had cut through. Did he really kill two of those men? she wondered. His blade didn't look like it had been used, but she wasn't sure.

"Well maybe you should tell your men to make that a bit more obvious when approaching someone.." Cae sighed as he let his arms drop to his side. He looked towards the windmill, but only for a moment, his gaze drifting as it scanned for any other lurking guards. The one he knocked out was rousing a bit next to him, but other than that, no one else seemed to be around, not that Caedes could sense anyway. Finally turning back to the two standing guards, his smile returned, his eyes not longer looking as sharp. "Tell you what boys. You are going to gather up your friend here," He said while pointing to the still rousing man, "And get out of my sight before I force you to join those other two. And we, "His hand moved to point to himself and Cel, his tone was that of talking to a child, "Are going to go to that windmill without you." At the words you, he pointed at the two soldiers. Each point vexed the cut guard, and it was making Cae quite happy. Without waiting for a reply, Cae sheathed his weapon, put his arm around Cel's shoulder to turn her as he turned himself and started to walk towards the mill. "Let's go Celsia. We're leaving."

Behind him he could hear the two guards moving to check on their comrade, and helping him to his feet to drag him off.

After they were out of ear shot, Cae let go of Cel's shoulder and looked down at her with a smile as they walked, "So... what happened to defending yourself?"

Still trying to calm herself from the turbulence, Celsia gave him the stink eye. "I did just fine without you, thanks. Didn't you see how bad I cut them up?" In truth, the thought of her injuring someone else was a little unsettling to her, but at the same time she felt very capable. "I mean, they got me back, but.." She tugged on her ear, "That guy will have a sizable scar as a reminder, at least."

He gave a laugh as he brought his hand up, then down onto her head, patting her gently. "You did just fine on your own. But I'll give you some training sometime so that doesn't happen again." The man said, smiling reassuringly to the girl, finally moving his hand from her head as they headed on through the night towards the windmill.

Celsia ran the events through her head again as she walked. "Wait- did you just refer to me as 'your girl'??"

Cae tilted his head back for a moment in thought, both hands moving up again to rest behind his head, right above the ponytail, his eyes looking down through their corners, a wide grin on his face, "Huh? Oh nothing~" He teased as he began to hum to himself the song she had sung earlier, getting close to arrive at the windmill.

The setting changes from Ter'Ciel to Kirlsa


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Hans Amsel

The rusty blades of the windmill creaked in the wind. It reminded Hans of the moans of an elderly woman. A banshee whose cries echoed throughout the night in this godsforsaken hovel.

The greaseball woman had apparently felt it perfectly acceptable to have an evening stroll with the knife-wielding strangers. Where there was a tiny, glimmering shred of doubt in his mind just moments before, Hans now concluded with regrettable certainty that this woman was an idiot. Plain and simple. But he'd kept his mouth shut and played it cool. For now, at least. It would probably be best for him to first find out why he and the woman were wanted by these creeps in the first place.

The mysterious couple had led them to the windmill in the center of town. Now they stood before the rickety wooden door that led inside.

'No. No way. Bad. Not a chance in hell am I going in there.'

Hans opened his mouth to protest, but stifled himself immediately once he felt the unmistakable tip of a dagger placed at his back. His skin crawled with dread as a wave of fear swept over his body.

"Inside, if you please." The stranger's voice was just as sickeningly cordial as before. As if he were being invited to a dinner party with some new acquaintances.

Swallowing hard, Hans decided now was not the time to lose his cool. Mustering the courage to move, he began to walk inside the windmill. It was then that his eyes caught sight of something. Movement. From the corner of his field of vision. He turned to see two figures, a tall male and short female. They were walking toward the windmill where he and the greaseball stood. Without thinking, Hans called out to them...

"Hey! Over here! Hey!!"

...before he felt a large hand at his back, pushing him inside. Hans stumbled through the threshold and heard the despairing slam of the door shutting behind him.

One of the hooded strangers moved past him and kicked aside a small throw rug that was placed on the floor, revealing a trapdoor underneath. He pulled it up and a blast of cold air was released, blowing across Hans' face.

Knife at his back once more, he was ushered down into the basement where he found a few more people, all clad in the same crimson robe. Except for one individual...

A young man with red hair was on the ground in the corner of the room. His hands were bound behind his back and he looked just as dazed and bewildered as Hans himself did...

'That I...know him?'

The thought only crossed his mind for a moment before it returned to the grim situation at hand. Here, underground, in a backwater town miles from any place he ever called home... Hans mind raced with questions...and the unmistakable feeling of dread because he knew, deep down, that he would soon have the answers.


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This place was so weird.

First the place was dead quiet and boring, then two individuals who shattered all gender stereotypes had to fight off a couple drunks, then these robed cultists came out of nowhere and threatened said ambiguous individuals who just sort of went with it without putting up a fight. What was so special about that rickety windmill after all? Kai didn't know what to expect from this village anymore. Maybe this was why nobody ever talked about it.

Whatever. It'd been a long day, and Kai just wanted to rest. As he turned to make his way toward the Inn, a robed figure standing before him made him jump.

Instinctively, his hand reached for the hilt of his sword. Where the hell did this guy come from?! Kai hadn't noticed somebody approach him at all. Surely he hadn't been so distracted by the scene before him to let down his guard enough to be snuck up on.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." The man said, low and menacing, though not enough to intimidate Kai.

"What the hell do you want?"

"You are to accompany me to the windmill. You can walk along with me, or I can take you by force. Resistance is futile."

Kai almost laughed. Who did this guy think he was? The main antagonist of a bad story? Like hell he was going along with this weirdo. "Look, I don't know who you are, or why that stupid windmill is so important, but the only place I'm going is to bed. I didn't come here to start trouble, so just leave me alone."

"So be it."

In an instant, the man was behind Kai, ready to bring a dagger to his neck. Kai barely had time to react, ducking just in time to avoid contact with the blade, sweeping his leg underneath his assailant and delivering a swift punch to his jaw as he fell. It was enough to bring him down. Unfortunately, the man fell by the feet of two others. Just where were all these people coming from?!

Kai drew his sword just as the shorter of the two robed individuals did the same, blades clashing. While sword-fighting had been a past-time of Kai's, he had never been formally trained, and facing against somebody who had could prove to be problematic. Luckily, he had been in enough fistfights to make up for his lack of skill in armed combat. As the taller person moved to get behind him, Kai pushed against the one in front, breaking the hold and causing the person to stumble back slightly. He was physically stronger- good. He spun around, bashing the hilt of his weapon into the shoulder of the one behind him, knocking them off balance. He quickly repositioned himself so that he was facing both opponents. Taking advantage of his strength over the shorter attacker, he went on the offensive, knocking away his opponent's blows easily and causing their sword to fly from their hands. Kai smirked and aimed a punch. Before it connected, the cloaked individual ducked out of the way and out of reach. Before Kai could attack again, they rushed forward, kicking him in the stomach with enough force to send him slamming into the ground gasping for breath. What these guys lacked in physical strength they made up for in speed.

Next thing Kai knew, his own sword was pointed at his neck.


"Shall we try this again?" A feminine voice came from underneath the hood of the shorter individual. Did he just get bested by a girl?!

Without waiting for a response, he was roughly brought to his feet by both people, hands quickly tied behind his back tight enough that he suspected he might lose circulation. As he tried to struggle, the first person he had fought had regained his composure and returned the blow he had previously received. The unmistakable taste of blood filled his tongue as his lip split, and, while not an unfamiliar taste by any means, Kai knew he was defeated.

"You guys think you're so tough." The girl said, swinging Kai's sword. "That's what happens when you overestimate your abilities."

"Silence." The tallest of the three said, ending any and all conversation.

It wasn't long before they had reached the windmill, though it felt far too long to Kai. There were two other people in sight- a fragile-looking girl and a man who looked like he could give anybody else Kai had ever fought a run for their money- including the local cult. He glanced at them as he was shoved into the building- they didn't appear to be he was. In fact they looked as if they were waltzing up as if this whole thing was normal. As he descended into what he could only describe as a scene from the aforementioned bad story, three other non-robed people came into sight: a redhead bound as he was, and the pair from earlier.

"What the hell is going on here?"


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Devlin Íobairt

The warmth of the girl's hand anchored Devlin's feet to the earth and drove him onward.

'You're not alone... You're not alone...'

She was a stranger. He hadn't yet learned her name, even. But somehow, she instilled in him a sense of comfort. Of newfound confidence.

'Just get to the docks. Get to the docks and...and...?'

He couldn't bear to overthink things right now. The grim reminder that he had absolutely no plan made his stomach lurch with dread.

Bounding through a few backyards and alleyways, Devlin and the girl rounded a corner and the sea came into view. The shabby little pier that gave way to the waters; a churning, black mass in the moonlight. As the two sprinted forward, another two was gradually making their way toward them.

Devlin's eyes narrowed, unsure of whether or not they posed a threat. Should they run the other way? Did they already see him?

One was tall. Broad shouldered with messy white hair. The other was small and fair, practically radiating under the pale light of the moon.

Before he even realized what he was doing, Devlin was slowing to a jog before them. He felt the grip on his hand tighten and he squeezed back, hoping it would ease the girl's nerves. When they were just steps away from the couple, Devlin stopped. He tried to speak in between catching his breath...

"E-Excuse me...but...something is wrong...back in town." Devlin gestured back toward the center of Kirlsa. "We're trying to get out of here... Do you know somewhere we could go? A boat, perhaps...?"

Why on earth was he talking to these two? It wasn't like him to be so outspoken. In truth, the last two sentences seemed like the most the boy had said in ages.

The maid from the mayor's house... The tall man, covered in scars... The petite girl with pale blonde hair...

He trusted them all. Even before he'd heard any of them speak, Devlin had decided that he trusted them. Was it mere naivete? A simple, childish ignorance and lack of street smarts? Or could it be something more? Something deeper?

Devlin's heart raced and his body felt electric in their presence. Toiling away in the Grayson manor every day of his life, the boy thought little of destiny. There was little point in pondering such things when it seemed the only "destiny" he was bound to was serving the nobility. A destiny of washing dishes, of cooking and sewing and cleaning... But now?

He felt an unmistakable connection here. As if someone or something had forged a tether between him and these three strangers. He couldn't be wrong. He simply couldn't... Standing here under the night sky of a town few visited, the air heavy and foreboding...Devlin felt this was the beginning of something much greater than he could ever fathom.

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Cae was casually taking his time, hands still resting behind his head with his arms up, watching the groups of people from a distance as he leisurely strolled towards the windmill. 'Hey! Over here! Hey!!' one of the two women called out to them before being shoved inside. "Looks like a party, huh?" He spoke, not quickening his pace at all, clearly in no immediate rush.

Cel gave her partner an incredulous look, "Did you see the cloaked men with them? I think they could be in a situation like we were a moment ago.." She gave the windmill another cursory glance. "Didn't they want to bring us to the windmill, too?"

"They sure did." Cae nodded as he watched a man with blue hair be escorted into it as well only a few moments later. "Well... there is clearly some hidden room in there... unless they expected all of us to be buddy buddy and stand on top of each other." He sighed slightly. The pair continued to approach the windmill, Cae doing his best to inspect it as they grew closer, not noticing anything particularly special about the top of it- no lights, no sounds- so clearly they weren't being taken up, so the only other option was down. He started to think over his options.

Well, the two of them were outnumbered. Even if the three other captives were proficient at fighting, there were at least two guards per captive, and who knows how many more were stationed inside. But the only way to find out was to get in and look around. He stopped in his tracks for a moment. "What do you want to do?" His head turned towards his partner, raising a brow, wondering what the girl might be thinking.

She chewed on her lower lip, thinking for a minute. Barely out into the world and already caught up in a strange situation, she wasn't sure if she wanted to get caught up into more trouble. Still though, it was obvious the people pushed into the windmill weren't being led by their own volition, and if one of those cloaked men could attack her, she was sure they could do the same to those people. "I think we should check it out." She waved her hand a bit. "Well, I mean, if you think it's safe. I don't think the people in there will be much for conversation..."

"Really? I think that's their main topic, actually." He said rather bluntly as he started back up again. "Sure, they were threatening you, and wouldn't hesitate to harm you. But that man you cut had plenty of chances to kill you had he wanted.. so they are trying to gather us for a reason, and until then, I think they won't do anymo-" Cae cut himself off as he turned his head at the approaching pair of footsteps jogging to them. "Well, these two clearly aren't of the same group..." He said aloud as they approached and the boy gave his frantic request.

Cel narrowed her eyes at Cae. "They wouldn't have killed me, I had them handled just fine...." Her voice trailed off as the two strangers approached them. They both looked rather reserved, and it was obvious they were on edge about something. As she eyed them closer, she realized she had seen them somewhere before, as well. Putting a shaky hand on the side of her dizzy head, she listened to the boy speak. Are they caught up in this as well? She wondered.

The two were clearly worried about something going on, and it seemed far too coincidental that these men were gathering up people to the windmill. Cae looked down at the boy with a reassuring smile. Taking note of his appearance and the way he carried himself. A timid boy who was pushed to do something he didn't want to, ask help, from a stranger no less. The tattoo he had under his eye was a bit of a surprise though. But what Cae noticed the most was a flicker of determination behind his eyes, that shone through his stuttering. And then there was the girl. Not too much shorter than the boy, dark clothing, and looking around a bit to avoid eye contact. Not too unlike the boy before him, but seemingly more bothered by the asking for help.
His hands dropped down, one of them swiftly fishing out the old bronze coin, flipping it into the air and catching it, putting it onto his hand. "Call it, boy. If you're right, I'll help ya out." Cae had a feeling, a nagging notion, that no matter what the boy called, Cae would be helping him. Somehow he was sure all this was tied together somehow, and he couldn't help but feel the hunger for a new hunt grow inside him.

Devlin looked between the two confused, and nervously, eyeing the coin for a moment before stammering out a response before the coin his his hand. "T... Tails!"

"Well, looks like you win." Cae spoke as he removed his hand, not even looking at the coin, feeling that he had already won. "Here's the deal. This lovely lady and I have a date in that windmill with a bunch of assholes." As he spoke, he was putting the coin away, confirming that the boy before him had indeed won, and pointing to the foreboding windmill. "Now... it's just a hunch, but it seems like you might know something about these weird cultist guys that are after us. I understand if you can't tell us now.. but you are welcome to use my boat for shelter until we return, it's the small one with a single cabin, probably the only one in the port right now." Without waiting to see what the others were doing, he started walking, waving a hand over his head to the pair. "Name's Cae. You can thank me later. Or, you could come with us for the hunt." He flashed his smile over his shoulder.

Looking between the two and her friend, Cel watched Cae as he casually strolled away. "Sorry, um," she pointed a thumb at Cae, then gave a quick half-bow to the two strangers. "I'm Celsia Vorrine." She mumbled, then quickly ran to catch up to Caedes.

The timid pair looked to each other, shocked by the man who offered them sanctuary over a coin flip. "T-thank you..But... we will.. we will go to your boat.." Devlin stammered out, accepting the kindness from the two strangers. At the blonde woman's bow, he gave his own, taking notice of her more polite nature. The pair headed off to the port in search of the man's boat.

"Hope you are ready Cel, get your knife drawn and your reflexes sharp. We are walking into their territory." Unlike what Cae had told Cel to do, his hands were finding their way back behind his head, neither taking the appearance of one with sharp reflexes, or drawing his weapon. As the two approached the door, Cae moved his hand to knock on it, shrugged, then casually kicked the door in.

"Helllooooo~" He called out. listening for any sort of motion about. It was exactly a large room, and the stairs leading up clearly hadn't been used in some time. Looks like my hunch was right He looked around and sighed, kicking the rug to the side. "How cliche can you be..? Well. Get ready Cel, time to see why we were invited here." He pulled open the trap door and descended into the darkness, faint light could be seen below them, along with a small murmur of voices, too far off and distorted by the echos to make out. The pair made their way down the stairs, awaiting their encounter with the group.

The setting changes from Ter'Ciel to Kirlsa


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From the dark, unseen corner of the room, he watched them. One by one, brought into the basement, their bewildered visages illuminated by candlelight. His skin crawled with anticipation.

One of the hooded figures approached him. Kneeling to his left. He leaned in, giving them his ear.

"Sir, we located two more subjects but were...unable to detain them. My apologies."

Lips curled into a smile. With regal confidence he spoke...

"It matters not. They will soon arrive of their own volition."

Maren LeChance

Several others had joined him in the abyss. The first was a female. To say she was stunning seemed insulting. Long hair of gold fell to her trim waistline and, although she was quite flat chested, her long legs more than made up for it. Even now, in the face of uncertain doom, Maren couldn't help his eyes from resting on her.

Several moments had passed before he even realized that another individual had been brought in with the girl. Another female...although this one was anything but eye candy. The way she carried herself reminded Maren of the guys he used to go bar hopping with. Her expression was more annoyed than frightened over their shared situation, as if being detained by creepy hooded freaks had interrupted her drinking time.

'Probably has, hehe...'

Maren suprised himself at his ability to find humor even under these bleak circumstances. Perhaps it was due to him no longer being in here alone. In fact, the sight of the other two actually filled him with a renewed sense of confidence. Slowly, he felt the warm, familiar feeling of optimism return. This was only bolstered further when the next victim was brought in moments later.

A guy this time. He appeared to be about Maren's own age. If looks could kill, everyone in the room would have keeled over when he showed up. His face scowled with disgust and it seemed as if he would lash out at any moment. Loose cannon was good, however. When it came to getting out of here -

'Which we totally will.'

- a little bit of fire and passion could go a long way. Maren hid his smile as best he could, but the feeling in the room was shifting. It was beginning to feel more and more...dare he say it? Exciting.

It was then that two more people made their way into the chamber. Unlike the rest, these two weren't escorted by someone wearing a gaudy hood. The man was tall. In the dim light, Maren could make out the many scars than ran across his face. It was clear that this was someone who -

'Heyyy now...'

The girl behind him was cute. Petite and soft, her fair skin almost radiating in the candlelight like some kind of shimmering beacon. If only he wasn't bound on the floor like a loser, he could be acting all suave and cool right now. Probably reassure her that everything would be okay and that he'd get her out of here.

As soon as they entered, the couple was swarmed by several of the hooded people jumping to action. They surrounded the two, blades drawn and for a minute, Maren felt his stomach lurch with dread.

'They can't take on this many...can they?'

He didn't have to wait a second longer to find out. As the first figure moved in, the silver haired man moved to the side, tripping them over his foot. As the figure went down, the others jumped to action.

Silver Hair revealed a blade of his own as he repelled the first knife to come at him. In one fluid motion, he was twisting the attacker's arm behind them, using their body as a human shield. The lone assailant to come up from behind him had his knuckles swiftly sliced open by the girl. Cursing, he dropped his weapon and withdrew his bleeding hand. And then...silence. The couple stared down the group, waiting for the next move. The only sound was the heavy breathing of the poor bastard in the grip of Silver Hair, knife at his heaving throat.


"That will be enough!" A voice echoed from the back of the room. All heads turned to watch a single man step forward from the darkness.

He was large. Not as tall as Silver Hair, but with heavy features. He walked with calm purpose, chest puffed out with an air of regal confidence. And when he spoke, it was with a foreboding etiquette that suggested nobility. The hooded figures stood firm, blades still at the ready, but it was clear that this man was the one who commanded them.

"Forgive my rather...crude methods of escort. But I hope you all will understand, given the circumstances..."

Hans Amsel

Hans watched in silence as the man in charge addressed them all. His attire was different from the rest, though just as lavish. Perhaps more, even. His robes were of a thick, black brocade with gold embellishments. Detail work traced the edges of his turned up hood and cascaded down the full length of the garment. It was beautiful. Even now, Hans found himself admiring the gentleman's taste, however unsavory his personality may be.

"It appears you've left me in a bit of a predicament." He spoke to the couple who had just fended off his lackeys.

"For you see...I had hoped that this evening would proceed gracefully for all parties. Alas...I admit, I did not account for your...tenacity. Nor did I foresee the tragic inability of my subordinates."

The last comment was laced with bitter venom, and a collective shudder could be felt among the hooded group.

The leader was silent for a moment. Perhaps weighing his next move carefully. No one spoke before him.

"I suspect none of you have yet realized the reason you've been brought here. Nor do you yet comprehend your role in all this..."

He strolled about the room casually, head upturned as if speaking to an unseen presence.

"Enyo...Venor...Nost...Sonheit...and who knows how many else? They walk among us today! Free! Unaware of themselves!"


The name struck a chord within Hans. He'd heard it before, of course. It was supposed to be the name of an ancient, mythological deity. He really didn't know much more than that, aside from some people's tendency to use the name in vain, cursing their misfortune or expressing disbelief. Why did the man bring this up? Just what was he getting at with this tired speech?

"I lament I was not able to detain all of you. Indeed, I sorely underestimated your capabilities." He nodded to the silver haired man still holding his hostage.

"I admit, I am at somewhat of a disadvantage here. And thus, I propose to you the following... The individuals you see here before you are a danger to this world. Such danger must be avoided by any means necessary."

He waved his hand and gestured to Hans and the others who were on the other side of the room. Without a word, the remaining cloaked figures withdrew from the couple and instead focused their weapons on the other four.

"For the sake of Ter'Ciel, these four will die here tonight. But for you two...I propose the following; you share a destiny with these other souls. You possess a power too great for this world to handle. Surely, you must be aware of this...even somewhat. Things you do that others cannot? Feelings and instincts that overpower you? The constant, nagging feeling that you a different from ordinary people?"

He extended a hand to the silver haired man.

"Join me. Follow me and I will reveal exactly what your true destiny is. I can promise you power beyond anything you have ever imagined before."

From below the hood, a snakelike grin crept across his darkened face. He let his words sink in for a moment. The plans had to be changed somewhat, but things were still under control. The next few moments would determine exactly how this situation would play out. The pieces were in place. The game had begun. And here, under the forgotten windmill of Kirlsa, Lord Grayson hoped to make a swift and decisive checkmate.

Drawing one of the lackeys to his side, he spoke.

"The time has come. Go and fetch Devlin."

The setting changes from Kirlsa to Ter'Ciel


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#, as written by Celsium
-Celsia Vorrine-

The room was dark, save for the dim light that emanated from the small candles nearby. The groan and grind of the windmill overhead churned away, muffled.

Where am I?

Celsia opened her eyes. The walls were still dirt. The candles still flickered. The cloaked crimson figures she had seen before now stood before her, threatening them all. All of their faces were ones she recognized, and yet she knew none of them.

The leader of the group spoke. He was clearly a nobleman of some type- his clothes were spotless and he carried himself with a sort of pompous arrogance. So why was he bothering with the people in this room?

"For the sake of Ter'Ciel, these four will die here tonight."

She felt her heart beat harder. He wants to kill them? Her eyes scanned over them again. Other than the fair maiden that wore beautiful lace and had golden hair, the others all looked like relatively normal people. The other woman looked like she made a living by working with her hands, and vaguely reminded Celsia of her friend, Gar. There were two other young men sitting near them, one with a sort of bemused look on his face, and the other clearly irritated. What threat could they be?

"But for you two...I propose the following; you share a destiny with these other souls. You possess a power too great for this world to handle. Surely, you must be aware of this...even somewhat. Things you do that others cannot? Feelings and instincts that overpower you? The constant, nagging feeling that you a different from ordinary people?"

Her eyes shot back up to the man. He was right. She felt that way quite often- when she had her strange dreams, or saw things she felt she shouldn't see. Did he know something about her she did not?

She watched as the man extended his hand out towards Caedes, with a sickening grin creeping onto his hooded face. It made her feel uncomfortable, though it was not the first time she had seen it. With a sideways glance towards Cae, she wished desperately that she could speak to him. But the room was quiet as the grave, and she knew any words she spoke would be heard by the others. I need you to trust me on this one. She thought, hoping maybe he could somehow hear it.

Though he reached to stop her, Celsia brushed past Caedes and stepped towards the man. "I don't want to fight anymore." Her quiet voice seemed very loud, cutting through the silence. "You say that you can tell me what my destiny is, and why I'm this way..." She gave a defeated sigh. "If I go with you, you swear you'll offer mercy to me?" The words felt selfish as they left her mouth, but it was the best option she could think of.

The man gave her a dark smile, and leaned a little closer, clearly pleased with himself. "Your wisdom belies your age," He gave Caedes an irritated look. "It appears the wisdom of the ancients is not completely lost..." Cae narrowed his eyes at the man and her, perplexed at what she could be doing. Still though, he remained silent, watching the events play out.

She stepped closer to the man still, "I want to be strong," She mumbled, "I want.. that power you spoke of." The man reached out his hand to her once more. "And I can give it to you," he promised. She took his hand in her own and gave him a sheepish smile.

"But.." Her smile faded, "Someone as weak as you couldn't offer me anything like that." In one fluid motion Celsia summoned her strength and held his wrist fast, pulling out her blade and stabbing it into his palm. With a roar of anger the man struck her, knocking her dagger to the ground. He roughly pulled her to him, retrieving a blade from his long sleeve.
"Insolent whelp!" Grayson pushed the tip of the dagger into Celsia's neck gently. A small droplet of blood began to form at the indent. Lord Grayson regained his composure, turning back toward Cae. "If you wish to watch this foolish wretch die before you, by all means, advance." He paused a moment, sizing the man up. Then, he called to his underlings. "Bind him."

Caedes gave Celsia an incredulous look. "I told you to be prepared, not fall into his trap... "He shook his head and let out a gruff sigh as the lackeys began to bind his hands behind his back. I can't believe she thought that would work.

Shit. Thought Celsia, I really thought that would work.

The setting changes from Ter'Ciel to Kirlsa


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The man Devlin had asked for help wasn't the type of person Laelynn would normally have approached. He was tall, intimidating, and looked as if he'd seen his share of bloodshed. This wasn't quite a normal circumstance, however, and the girl beside him appeared every bit his opposite. They were a strange pair to see traveling around together, but now wasn't the time to ask such questions. The real question was why was this man leaving his decision up to a coin flip? It seemed quite odd to leave such a decision up to something so very insignificant, and she didn't like the idea of chance deciding whether or not such a rough character would help them. Luck didn't seem to completely abandon them, however, as the coin had landed the way Devlin had called it, and the man agreed to help them. He had offered them his boat- a gracious offer- and Devlin accepted.

As Cae and Celsia (so they had introduced themselves as) headed toward the windmill, Laelynn and Devlin made their way to the boat. What was happening at the windmill? And who were the "weird cultist guys" Cae had been talking about? None of it made much sense, and it all felt very wrong. As Devlin began to climb into the boat, Laelynn paused and glanced back at the creaky windmill.

"What's wrong?" Devlin asked, feeling her hand pull away from his. "We should hurry."

"I don't know. Just...this whole thing. It doesn't feel right. I don't know what it is, but something's just wrong." It was almost as if the windmill itself was calling to her. No, not the windmill, something inside of it. Some nagging feeling that she couldn't place. Actually, it was quite similar to the way she felt about coming to Kirlsa. Something pulling her in, something she couldn't identify but couldn't ignore.

Laelynn turned to Devlin, unsure of what to do. He, too, seemed to pause at her words. He must have felt it as well. But what could they do? Devlin didn't exactly seem to be the fighting type, and Laelynn had no self-defense skills either. Well....except for...

"What do we do?" Devlin asked, stopping Laelynn's thoughts before they went down the wrong path.

Before Laelynn could answer, a voice shouted out from behind them.

"There he is!"

The two jumped. As Laelynn whirled around, several robed men ran at them, grabbing her as she tried to scramble into the boat. She glanced over at Devlin as he was grabbed as well, eyes filled with terror.

"Y-y-you-! He sputtered out, completely frozen in their grasps.

One of the men grinned one of the most sinister smiles Laelynn had never hoped to see. "You are needed, Devlin."

The two were dragged away from the boat, toward the source of all this confusion. Laelynn tried to pull free, but their grips were far too tight. They entered the windmill and were directed down a staircase into what could only be described as a dungeon. Several other individuals were already there, including the pair they had asked for help. A few of the people there were bound, including Cae. Celsia had a dagger to her neck. What was happening? Where were they? Why was this happening?! Laelynn was beginning to find it hard to breathe as she took in the situation she had found herself in. The voice that squeaked out of Devlin sounded like a mouse trapped in the paws of a lion,

"L-L-L-Lord G-Grayson?!"


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The dumbfounded child was as clueless as ever. Even now, Grayson felt nothing but contempt as he gazed upon Devlin's pathetic form. The boy had been nothing more than a tool. He'd gone through so much trouble to confirm the boy's existence, his location, to secure him and keep him confined in the manor for all these years. Always scampering about underfoot, trying to remain unseen, without any sense of pride or self. It was revolting to think that his, of all the souls on Ter'Ciel, was the one they needed. The one they all needed.

A tool. A tool he'd kept safe and polished and prepped for this very moment. Such a long time...but now the anticipation was unbearable.

With a voice that was all too familiar to the boy, Grayson called him...

"Devlin! Come!"

Devlin Íobairt

He was frightened. Lord Grayson's dress...his mannerisms...his face... It no longer resembled the man he'd feared his entire life. Twisted in terrifying display, Devlin stared at his master, eyes wide in disbelief. The man he saw scared him. But more than that, beyond the black cloak, the dagger, the trembling girl in his clutches...was his voice. It was unmistakably the voice of his master. Had it been just as unrecognizable as the rest of him, Devlin could have steeled himself. But the tone, the pitch, the accent, everything about it was burned into his mind just as it had been since he'd taken his first innocent steps into House Grayson. The fear and dread that accompanied was nearly instinct to the boy. As it reached his ears, he felt the pain of every lashing, every beating, every night spent without supper, all in a flash. And then it was over. He was moving. Standing before his master, awaiting his command. Ever the dutiful servant...

"Devlin." Grayson spoke, "The time has come for the most important command you are ever to receive. This girl is a danger to us all. To all Ter'Ciel. She and the rest of these cretins have eluded justice for years, but we have finally prevailed!"

The girl in his grip struggled to free herself. Instantly, Devlin recognized her.

'The girl from outside...'

He had just seen her moments before, walking with the silver haired man in the corner. He'd offered them his boat. Somewhere he and the maid girl would be safe. How long ago that seemed now...How far away that lonely, unreachable boat felt to him now. Almost like a daydream he wasn't sure he'd had.

When Lord Grayson spoke to him again this time, his voice was unrecognizable.

"Devlin...You must help me. Help us all. What I am saying will make no sense to you now, but you must trust in me. You are the only one who is capable of this!" Grayson sounded kind. He sounded...fatherly. Gentle yet firm. It was the way he'd speak to his sons during their fencing lessons or when they learned to ride horseback.

'Wh-what? Me...? What could I possibly do?'

The boy was speechless. His mind was racing to wrap itself around this entire situation because it was so far out of the norm from anything he'd ever known before. Ever since this trip started, his entire life had been turned upside down. Grayson had never been able to stand so much as the sight of him before. And then he goes and requests him as a personal servant for a trip to the middle of nowhere? And now here they were, underground in some scary looking dungeon with strangers who were tied up and...and...

Devlin felt out of breath. He needed to know what was going on here. Now.

One of the hooded people approached and grasped his hand. Devlin looked down as they placed a small, golden dagger in his grip. The hilt was warm and the blade felt surprisingly heavy despite its size. He glanced back up at his master quizzically.

" must steel yourself and end the life of this girl. Of all these prisoners!"


"Obey your master and kill her now!"

'No no no no no no...'

It was unreal. He was asking him kill someone!?

'Why me!? Why do I have to be the one!? What have these people done? How are they dangerous?'

They didn't look dangerous at all. In fact, most looked to be about his own age. They were normal looking people. They weren't the ones wearing cloaks and holding knives!

'What is going on...?'

Grayson noted the boy's hesitation. He raised his voice, anger and impatience getting the better of him.

"Kill her!!"

Devlin's mouth opened in protest, but no sound left his lips. His entire body was trembling.

'I-I can't! I can't do that! I can't kill her! I can't kill anyone! I can't do it...I can't...I can't...!'

Suddenly, Devlin was being grabbed from behind. He watched in horror as a crimson clad arm reached over and grabbed the hand clutching the golden dagger. Squeezing their grip, they forced the boy's arm up. Blade poised above the girl, he was unable to move, the girl's eyes squinting shut in terror. Someone screamed. Or was it his own voice?

Devlin's vision whited out as the figure readied to bring the dagger down, his hand down and plunge it into the girl's chest.


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Things…spiraled out of control rather quickly. Guards scattered, people began to shuffle about the town, and men and women donning cloaks began to descend upon the small town of Kirlsa. It was difficult to describe the sight that Genevieve was viewing within the town. It became both more lively and more cryptically empty at the same time. It was clear activity was taking place, the townsfolk retreating to their homes, shops beginning to close up, but this overwhelming darkness began to sweep over the dusty roads, and Genevieve did not like it.

Augusto looked over to the young witch, beckoning to her. “Come with me my lady, I believe the gathering is nearly complete. You should witness the fruit of your labors.” Augusto spoke with an otherworldly arrogance that was not of his regular show of ignorance. She was slightly unnerved to follow him towards the windmill, but in the role she was playing, she had no choice.
“Of course my lord, I would be happy to accompany you. To where are we going?”

“To the windmill darling, we have a stronghold there and that is where we will complete our work.” She didn’t like the way her used to the word “we.” It didn’t feel like he was using the word to refer to the High Council of Airyglyph, but a more personal, intimate group of…”we.”

As she followed Augusto into the base of the windmill, to find the captives that he had taken, she realized just how much of her original plan was falling apart. In the dark hole that was the subterranean lair of Augusto and his group of followers, she saw all of the people that she had summoned with her spell months before. They varied from looks of panic, fear, determination, and indignation. She saw the young maid and Devlin, obviously failing to get out of the city.

As commotion and yelling between parties was commencing, Genevieve blocked it out and got to work. She removed her family’s grimoire from her bag and began to search through for the spell she needed. She didn’t want to see the death of these people, and she was going to have to work quickly to stop it. First, she needed to link together the group so that whatever happened to one, happened to all. Also, she needed to use Devlin’s power and her own to begin to the process of reawakening the gods. At least, she hoped that her hunches were correct and that her family’s grimoire was pointing her to the right conclusion about the young lives that were now so precariously hanging in the balance.

It was just as she saw Devlin about to plunge a dagger into the young girl’s chest that she found what she needed, “Motis!” With a blast of pure force the man let go of Devlin’s hand and flew against the nearby wall, slumping to the ground unconscious.

“What is the meaning of this Genevieve?!” Augusto spat at her.

“I’m sorry my lord, but I cannot let them die so soon. At Lydia’s request I need to complete a final spell to make sure they are the ones we seek…and that their powers are not yet awakened,” Genevieve lied. She wanted to try and give as much information to the group of young captives she could, so that maybe they would understand that she was on their side, at least for the moment.

“Lydia always did like to be thorough…fine, but make it quick,” Augusto said.

Genevieve worked at a frenzied speed. She set up candles throughout the room, drew blood once again from Devlin’s hand and her own, and took a strand of hair from each captive. Sitting in the middle of the room she muddled together all of the ingredients in her mortar and placed it in front of the candle.

In a low voice, she began chanting, “O ni om naha, ma pharenu , o ni om naha, ma pharenu…” She continued to chant, power welling up inside the room slowly, winds picking up around them, howling to life as she continued to chant, louder and louder over the screech of the winds in the cave, flames from the candles licking the walls, blood beginning to run down the nose of Genevieve, the spell taking a very heavy physical toll on her body. Chaos was completely erupting from within the small room, and her spell was taking effect. Genevieve was casting a spell that linked together the reincarnations of the former gods, Devlin, and herself. Genevieve acted as the conduit for power, Devlin as the key to which it traveled through, and the gods as the recipients of the power. But, she was missing one critical ingredient to the spell that even she did not know, and thus was casting magic that was rather unstable and taking a much harsher toll on her body than she would have imagined.

Waves of energy crashed over everyone in the room, and she could not hold on to the spell any longer, and with one final scream of her incantations, she collapsed unconscious, blood freely flowing from her nose, eyes, and mouth, and weakened beyond all recognition.


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"Kill her!"

Laelynn watched the scene play out before her in horror. It all felt so surreal, and yet, she knew it was very real. All around her were prisoners- herself included. They had been gathered up to this slaughterhouse for reasons she couldn't begin to figure out. Devlin was being forced to kill the girl they had just met, the girl who had tried to help them escape. As Laelynn saw the dagger rise up into the air, her entire body froze.

Glass Shattering.



The overhead lights glinting off of the knife as he turned to face her next.

The screams from the room mixed with the screams in her head as past and present melded together. Somebody yelled something. A body flew back, slamming into a wall. She knew this scenario all too well. It was just like that time.

What time?

That's why she had wanted to leave her city. So many lives lost, because of a single person, years ago. Was it years ago? What had caused it? Why hadn't she remembered until this point? Though, she hadn't ever truly forgotten. If she had, it wouldn't be coming back to her now. The memories that were buried were pushing their way up, forcing through the barriers that had kept them down since the incident- the barriers that had kept her safe.

An uncontrollable fear welled up inside of her. Death was hovering just outside the room, waiting to reap. How many would die was uncertain, but lives would certainly be lost tonight. Those who didn't kill would be killed.

A woman began to chant something. Laelynn's eyes were fixated on her. She recognized the woman's face, though could not place who it was. The chants got louder, but were gradually got drown out as the winds picked up and the world around Laelynn grew dark, something heavy pressing on her senses. Soon, the only thing she could see was the face of the woman, blood pouring from every crevice.


The ground around her feet began to split. A line shot out, running along the ground and up a wall. The sound of cracking rocks echoed through the room as an unseen force tore up the walls. Wood splintered as it continued to the floor above. Genevieve collapsed. Panicked voices began to rise up amongst the noise. (Was there any other noise?) An uncontrollable power surged through the room, threatening to engulf them all. Dust and debris fell from overhead.

The windmill was going to collapse.


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Iron, stone and building pressure, Mackenzie took in everything as it occurred. The prophecy of her death gave her expression a hardened look, but little else changed in her stance. The little slip of a girl showed spirit, but the timing was wrong. The witch’s distraction held more promise, drawing more gazes away from her and her companion as she began her ritual. She glanced at the others, counting captives and captors with disappointing results. She might be able to make it to the doorway, but hauling Little Miss Fancypants through was not going to be easy, let alone getting any of the other captives out. She knew she wasn’t responsible for any of them really, even the lady from the tavern, but she wasn’t the type to run from a fight when help was needed.

The energy filling the room did not go unnoticed either. Whatever the witch was doing, it seemed like this would be her chance. She gripped the handle of her wrench more firmly, the familiar sensation of metal against skin strangely more intense, as if she could feel the entire length of the tool and all its parts. For a moment it seemed a shame to use such a solidly wrought tool as a weapon, yet she knew more deeply than ever the endurance forged within the iron.

Blood dripped from the witch’s face and she started to slip downward. Mackenzie surged, erupting from stillness just as the ground split. An arcing swing connected, reshaping the skull of the nearest hooded figure in a way that could not be recovered. The earth moved, a shudder racing through the foundations of the mill. Glass shattered, solid beams groaned under the strain. Gaining a firm grasp on Hans’ arm with her free hand, she swung again, letting momentum pull the girl to safety as the next guard crumpled.

When the timbers gave way, they appeared as a flash, visible yet not throughout the entire structure. Having already shifted her momentum, the strangeness of this did not stop the ironworker in her path. Another swing brought another strike, this one meeting the delicate steel of a dagger drawn in defense. The guards were rousing themselves, struck by the confusion but scrambling to defend. The dainty weapon and the fingers that grasped it gave way, only managing to redirect the blow to the man’s ribs and send him flying. Another flash from the structure, another groan of wood, this time alarming Mackenzie in a way she could not yet identify. Shoving Hans roughly away from her in the direction of escape, the two separated just as a pile of debris rained down onto the spot they had just stood. How she had recognized the instability would come down at that moment was unclear, but now was not the time to mull it over.

“GO!” she barked, a swift order of a woman accustomed to making herself heard, ordering Hans to seek safety as she went for the next nearest captive, pulling a short utility blade to cut the redhead loose – the more free hands the better. The mill was falling around them, but she knew there was a chance to help at least some of the others to safety.

The setting changes from Kirlsa to Ter'Ciel


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#, as written by Celsium
She squeezed her eyes shut as the boy before her raised his blade high- but no harm came to her. With a powerful shove by an unknown force, the cloaked assailant in front of her was slammed into the wall. She whipped her head towards a dark-haired woman and felt herself become faint upon seeing her face. Was it because she, too, was familiar? No, it was something more than that. Some type of power radiated about her. A witch?

Celsia complied and offered her hair to the mysterious dark lady. It wasn't like she could say no- after all, the woman had just prevented her untimely death. Watching in a trance, the woman began to chant incantations, stronger and louder with each word. The air in the room felt thick, and heavy, as if they were underwater. And yet the air began to swirl and rush by with great force.
It was hard to breathe. Like an intense and powerful heat wave, something in the air was overpowering. Celsia looked up to face her friend, but instead a raging storm at sea crashed at her feet.

What is happening?! She looked up into the clouds and the sky opened up like a canvas, hosting blurry visions and images. They flashed by her eyes one after another- some places she had never been to- some faces she had seen before. She looked back down. Perched atop scorched earth, a great chasm had torn through the earth and there was no sign of life anywhere. Where am I?!
The world around her began to spin uncontrollably, the wind blowing around like a raging tornado, the visions swirling before her. There was grass beneath her feet- snow- cobblestone-- she couldn't keep up. Trapped in a torrent reverie, she thought she could hear someone scream one last incantation.
The ground stopped shifting, the world stopped spinning. Celsia closed her eyes and fell away with her visions into the darkness.


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The mans eyes were frantic, looking for an opening, looking for anything that he could use to try and help Cel out of the dire situation. Only one thing came to mind, while everyone watched the boy with the blade, Cae's hand went to his sword. He inched slightly as the boy fought with himself, clearly not wanting to do stab Celsia, but from what Cae could tell, starting to lose himself to the will of Grayson. 'Sorry kid.. nothing personal.' He thought to himself as he readied himself to slash through the guard that was guiding Devlin's hand, and cut off Devlin's hand if needed. Right as he took his breath, a woman yelled out a foreign word, and there was a sudden blast of energy. With the confusion, Cae fixed himself, trying to not look too obvious, but he was just as curious as the rest of the group was. What had just happened.

A witch? Here? Just what he would have liked the least to be there, was someone using magic. While Cae had some run ins with wannabe mages or witches, he had never really experienced a spell up close like this, a shudder vibrated through his spine. He couldn't even see the spell, so how was he going to fight a witch and manage to get out. His mind was a race, his eyes scanning around constantly, but always finding a moment to look back and make sure Cel was alright.

As the witch spoke, Cae started to get a feeling from her. It was almost as if she was stalling.. And she surely was giving out a lot more information than anyone else had since entering here.. Was she trying to save them? 'Woah. Hey there.' He thought for a moment as the witch came and plucked one of his hairs. His eyes gave her a glance over, despite her attire, she had a figure, and he couldn't help take notice. Shaking his head clear for a moment, he noticed Cel had been released, so that the witch could retrieve a lock of hair from her as well. 'I hate magic...' He thought again before his eyes widened at what he was witnessing. He could feel a strange energy churning around him, the hair on his body standing on end as his instincts to run went crazy. The floor vibrated, the cave they were in shook, he could feel it all, he could sense the disaster incoming. This was no place to be with this much energy going rampant. He made a move to get to Cel as all eyes were on the witch. Except for the larger, more built woman that had come in ahead of him. He glanced over at the familiar sound of a head being caved in by a blunt tool. His grin that had been lost since Cel's capture had returned. 'Looks like the party is starting.'

As he took his steps towards Celsia and Grayson, Cae felt some weird pressure on his head, but he didnt think anything of it. All that was on his mind was grabbing Cel and getting out of this cave before it collapsed. All this energy was freaking him out for some reason, but he took deep breaths, remaining cool and collected. A guard that had turned from the magic faced him, looking up slightly, just above Cae's head, his brows furrowed in confusion, but Cae didn't question it. In a swift horizontal motion, Cae cut him open then moved to the next, each one, for some reason looking up, above his head. He didn't have time to look around to see what was going on. Everything was clear around him. He could hear every breath in the room, he could smell the scent of blood pouring from the victims of the wrench and his own blade, the scent of fear as the cultists were slowly realizing what was going on. His eyes were sharp. While the pirate had been known for his good vision before, this was to the next level. Every little detail could be seen. Every movement, he could see, process, and react to, it was like he was an animal going for the kill. Nothing was going to escape him. Unknown to him, he had infact grown a pair of black furred, canine like ears from the top of his head, and his eyes had shifted from their normal deep red, to a bright, vibrant yellow.

As he got closer, the cultists backed away, afraid of the demon walking before them. Despite Grayson's commands to attack, they started to mostly ignore the pirate with glowing yellow eyes, pushing each other back to get away. "Smart choice. Guess you recognize the Silver Fang finally. " The scarred face smirked as he made his way to Cel, who thankfully had stepped a few wobbly feet closer to the witch, and luckily away from Grayson. Before he could get to her, she started to collapse. "CEL!" He yelled, jumping to her while putting his sword away, catching her in his arms before she could hit the dirt. She was unconcious, the magic must have done something to her. Or maybe the shock of almost being a sacrifice... oh well, she was safe now. Shifting her onto his back, he hunched over a bit and wrapped her arms around him, both his hands supporting the small girls legs. He knew she was light, but for some reason, she felt lighter than normal, like he was stronger. Maybe it was all the adrenaline kicking in, but it felt like she was nothing.

Next were the two kids, Devlin and the black haired girl. From the sound of it, the larger woman was helping out one of the other prisoners, so they should be ok. And most of the cultists were trying to leave as well. "Hey, kid!" He looked down at the two, not sure what was going on with the black haired girl, but she looked like she was having a panic attack. "Dev. Snap out of it. Get her out of her. COME ON KID! Be a man and help me get these two out of here." They didn't have time to stand there trying to comfort everyone, and they were now becoming more separated from the other group of prisoners from collapsing ceilings and walls spliting open. His head turned back to Devlin. "If you don't hurry up, I'm leaving without you." He spoke rather harshly, but he needed the boy to snap out of it and move.


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Devlin Íobairt

'I...I was going to kill her...'

The phrase reverberated in his head over and over. He knew he was powerless. He knew that another hand was guiding his own. But nothing seemed to justify the cold fact that he, himself, had been mere seconds away from taking an innocent life.

Devlin stared into the distance, eyes cloudy and vacant.

Why? Why did Lord Grayson forcing him to do that? These people trapped down here...they didn't appear to be dangerous or evil. And if his master truly did want them dead, he had an entire group of people who were apparently under his command down here with him. It made no sense for the horrific deed to fall upon the shoulders of a young servant.

The witch lady had returned, stopping him from killing the girl. She spoke to Lord Grayson, convincing him she needed more time for...something. Devlin didn't know. His senses took in the sights and sounds of the room, but everything failed to reach his consciousness. He was numb. Lost in his own labyrinth of shock and guilt.

She was performing some kind of ritual, it seemed. The air in the room became heavy and it was difficult to breathe. Devlin wasn't sure if it was due to whatever spell the witch was casting, or if it was all in his own mind...the image of the cowering girl and the dagger in his hand the only thing he could truly see in great detail.

Frantic incantation. An unseen wave crashing against him. And then the ground beneath him began to tremble. All around him was panic. The people in cloaks were scrambling about and Devlin could hear the faint sounds of fighting from somewhere behind him.

"Hey, kid!"

More yelling. Was the windmill collapsing? Was that the cause of all the commotion?

"Dev, snap out of it! Get her out of here. COME ON, KID!"

Someone shoved past Devlin, knocking him to his hands and knees. He looked up, eyes wide as he saw the man with the silver hair, Cae was it? He had been the one yelling to him. Devlin saw him carrying the girl from earlier. The one he'd almost...

'No! I...'

The boy was ripped from his guilt by a strange sight...

It was Cae. His eyes were shining a bright yellow, illuminated even more intensely in the darkness of the cellar. And above them...on top of his head... Ears? They were furry, like a dog's. Perked up as if they were listening intently.

'H-how on...?'

"If you don't hurry up I'm leaving without you!"

Cae was right. Devlin needed to move. A pair of dog's ears wasn't even the strangest thing that had happened tonight. But if he were to give up, if he were to surrender and die here tonight, then he would never get the answers that his heart yearned for. He mustered the strength to speak...

"A-all right!"

Devlin turned toward the girl with the dark hair. She was panicked, staring off into nothingness just as he was moments ago. Her eyes were filled with horror.

Gently, he took hold of her shoulders.

"Hey. Hey! Please! It's okay. We're going to be okay if we can just get out of here. Don't be afraid."

The girl didn't respond. He could feel her body trembling, almost radiating with energy and emotion. All around them the foundation collapsed. Support beams cracked as if hit with a sledgehammer. Glass shattered and dirt fell from above. But the area around them was untouched.

Devlin hugged the girl tightly, arms wrapping around her slight frame. He laid his chin on her shoulder and spoke to her.

"Please...don't be afraid. We're all right. We're going to be all right. Everyone is together now and we'll be fine. Please...we have to go now."

He wasn't entirely sure what he'd meant by 'everyone is together now.' Perhaps it was merely the fact that they had all been dragged into this madness. Whatever the reason, the words flowed from Devlin because they just felt right. In the collapsing darkness of this hell they found themselves in, it was a welcomed miracle that finally something somehow felt right.


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"I'll tell you now I'm the one to survive
You'll never break my faith or my stride"

Kai Seward

Things couldn't get any more bizarre. There were now several more people in the room, presumably also dragged here by the cloaked individuals. There were no noticeable similarities among them- the prisoners ranged from a man who had clearly seen his share of battles to a rather frail looking girl. Some of them looked terrified, others were keeping their cools and waiting for the right moment to make a move. There was no indication of why they might have all been gathered there. At least until the presumed leader finally spoke, announcing that they were all to die.

Kai tensed, ready to fight back. He was at a great disadvantage, but there was no way he was going to die here, not in this place, not to some psychos who apparently had nothing better to do with their lives. Whatever was going on, he was going to get out of there.

The first one to make a move, strangely enough, was the most frail-looking girl there. Not surprisingly, she was quickly apprehended, giving the cultists another advantage over the rest of them. Kai wasn't exactly the one to let innocent people die, but if it came to kill or be killed, he'd have to put his own well-being over the girl's.

As the man, apparently known as Grayson, ordered a young boy to kill her, Kai glanced around, searching for an opening. Would it cause enough of a distraction for him to break free? He was still flanked by two of the cultists, but maybe they would be so busy watching this unfold that he could overpower them...

Before anybody was able to make a move, however, something was shouted and a man went flying into a wall. This was followed by a rather beautiful dark-haired woman collecting strands of hair from everybody and setting up what seemed to be a totally different ritual than what Grayson had in mind.

Okay, so things could get more bizarre. But surely nothing could top this, right?

As the woman continued her ritual, some unknown force began to well up inside of the room. While he still had absolutely no clue what was going on, something told him this would be their chance to make an escape. The energy picked up as the woman continued to chant, louder and louder, the spell taking a heavy toll on her body. As she collapsed, the ground began to shake. An earthquake? The guards holding him were beginning to panic, conflicted about whether or not to keep their grip on him or save themselves. Taking advantage of their confusion, Kai headbutt one of them in the nose. As he stumbled back, the girl's grip weakened, allowing him to shove her away. The tremors grew in strength, and a large crack echoed throughout the room as a support beam broke. Now was the time to leave.

The man who had been holding his sword dropped it on the ground as he ran to escape. Kai ran toward it before realizing he was still bound. With a heavy, frustrated sigh, he dropped to his knees to reach his sword, grasping the hilt between his hands. Unfortunately, there was no way to use it to cut himself free- not with the place collapsing. He wouldn't have had time to prop it up so that he would have access to the sharp edge, and he didn't want to risk spending any more time in a collapsing windmill basement.

He made his way back to the entrance, narrowly avoiding being knocked out by a falling beam as he crossed the threshold to the staircase. He hobbled up the stairs, sword clanking on each step as it dragged behind him. He couldn't help but think how stupid he must look as he ascended, thankful that everyone was too panicked to really pay any attention to him.

The cool night air welcomed him as he ran out of the windmill. Kai caught up to the others, who had briefly stopped a short distance from the windmill.

"Well, now what?" He asked, glancing from a small-gray haired boy to the tall man with...wolf ears? Whatever, he would question that later. For now, he just needed to know how to get out of here.

"Through our strength, we'll make a better day
Tomorrow, we shall never surrender"