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Kai Seward

"Lay a finger on them, and I'll be sure you lose your entire hand."

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a character in “Eulogy for the Immortal”, as played by Song of a Phoenix



Name: Kai Seward

Age: 23

Height: 5’10”

Weight: 160 lbs

Appearance: Adding to his rough demeanor, Kai has a moderately muscular build. His deep blue eyes are often narrowed in frustration when he's around crowds of people, and are often slightly obscured by his long bangs. His black hair reaches almost to his chin, and is cut in choppy layers. Kai wears a black, sleeveless shirt and a white, collared vest. His sword's sheath is secured to his side by a large, dark blue belt. Since he is prone to walking through water, he prefers more tighter-fitting pants to baggy ones.

Personality: Much like the sea, Kai can be both a vital ally and a dangerous foe. He is not easily trusting at first, and often comes off as rough and unpleasant to be around. Joined with the fact he can be judgmental, most people prefer to leave him alone. To those who have befriended him and gained his trust, however, he is a loyal friend and fiercely protective of those he cares for. He is quick to anger and arguments with him can escalate easily. Heavily influenced by his emotions, Kai often acts before he thinks and prefers to worry about consequences later rather than weighing his options out. He is often the first person to get into trouble.

  • Water and rainy weather
  • Quiet places
  • Salty foods and seafood

  • Extreme temperatures
  • Noisy, high-energy people
  • Spicy foods

Talents/Skills: Reincarnation of the God of the Sea.
Kai has the ability to manipulate the water around him to use both offensively and defensively. By creating a sort of air bubble around his head, he can stay underwater for as long as he has the energy to sustain it. He can draw water from living things, though only when they offer up little resistance, such as a plant or weak/dying animal.

  • Dry environments
  • Is easily baited into a fight or argument

Abilities/Fighting style:
Kai will fight with anything from his fists to a nearby water supply. He can create high-pressured streams of water to damage opponents, though the higher the water pressure, the more energy it takes to create, limiting how powerful they are and how often he can use them. Though they are not typically used for fighting, Kai will draw his sword if necessary. Always on the offensive, he isn’t afraid to take a couple of hits if it means creating an opening for himself to land a blow. He will always jump into a fight first to protect somebody close to him.

You're Going Down by Sick Puppies
Own Little World by Celldweller
Shall Never Surrender by Jason "Shyboy" Arnold


Sailors often tell stories of times past, when the god Haik ruled over the oceans. They speak of when their ancestors would make offerings and pray to the god for a safe journey before setting sail- a tradition that lingers as families often have a large meal and wish their sailor good journey before taking to the seas. Haik's name, however, is now only spoken in jest. No one believes in the gods anymore, and their stories are learned only through mythology textbooks. However, the God of the Sea is not just a myth.

Haik once proudly ruled over the oceans, granting a safe journey to those who sought his blessing. Hypocrites, however, often found themselves in a sudden, rough storm. The worst offenders never made it to land. The waves of the sea, however, are no longer governed by the god.

The alien parasite that threatened the world brought the seas into chaos. Sailor after sailor lost their lives as Haik found himself unable to control his own oceans. It was then that he realized what was happening to the world and stood by his fellow deities to destroy the monstrosity. However, despite being a powerful force, Haik had already lost too much control. Already in a weakened state, he was mortally wounded in the battle, and gave the last of his strength to help seal the creature. His determination to continue the fight, however lives on...

A single child born to a rather quiet household, Kai was never much of a people-person. His parents, while present in his life, weren't entirely fit for their job. They often fought, leaving their young son to act-out in school. Many were put-off by rough personality, and his tendency to get into fights made it hard for him to get close to anybody. As such, he never had many friends. But, his weakness became his strength one day in his early teen years when he stood up for a boy being bullied. The two became fast friends, and the boy was the most important person in Kai's life. He served as Kai's reasoning, often preventing him from getting into unnecessary fights. Their friendship would have lasted long into old age, had tragedy not struck...

Kai never really found out what happened to his friend. Details on the incident were hazy- all he knew was that a sociopath had begun stabbing people one night at a late-night diner. By the time investigators arrived, it looked as if a small earthquake had wrecked the place. Several were dead, Kai's friend among them. Though Kai had been nowhere near the incident, he couldn't help but feel guilt. His friend had never been good at fighting. Perhaps if he had been there, he would have been able to protect him. Perhaps things would have been completely different. The past couldn't be changed, however, and Kai knew that. Dwelling on what could have been would get him nowhere. All he could do was keep going.

Unfortunately, he wasn't entirely sure where he was going. His quick temper had already cost him a couple of jobs, and he was becoming known as the local hothead who nobody wanted to hire. To make matters worse, his town was growing larger and busier, and he couldn't stand the noise. He was growing frustrated with where he was. He had to leave. But to where?

Kirlsa. It was a small town that would help him get away from the crowds. Unfortunately, a small town also meant less job opportunities and word of anything would get around quickly, which could be problematic if he lost another job due to his temper. If he was already growing a reputation here, it wouldn't be long before he had one in Kirlsa too. Well, it wasn't as if he had to go to the first place that popped into his mind. Maybe he would just travel from town-to-town, taking up jobs as he went along until he found a place that suited him best. It wasn't as if he had any reasons to keep him rooted to any one place. And yet, he couldn't stop this nagging feeling that there was something for him in that small town.


“Dammit!” He growled, throwing himself out of bed after a particularly restless night. He couldn't stand this feeling anymore. He'd go to Kirlsa, if only to make it stop. After packing up, he grabbed his sword from its place beside his bed. It was unlikely he would need it, but he didn't go anywhere without it. After all, it was the only thing he had left from his friend. At least, the only thing he had left that his friend had given him personally. There was also the bronze coin he had found a few months ago when he had been looking through some of the old records he had once borrowed. He didn't recall ever having seen it before, but he wasn't about to throw it out. There was something about it he liked, though he couldn't place what it was. Regardless, anything he found even slightly comforting was probably for the best. He mindlessly ran his fingers over it as he tried to imagine what traveling to Kirsla would do for him.

With another agitated grunt, Kai slammed his door behind him, hoping something good would come out of this whole thing.

So begins...

Kai Seward's Story


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Kirlsa was definitely not a place people would go out of their way to visit. It was small, nondescript, and, honestly, looked dirty and poor. While Kai had never known much of a wealthy lifestyle (much less the social etiquette of the wealthy), he could at least say he didn't grow up in a place that looked like it was falling apart. Selen, while nothing extravagant, was home to fairly well-educated people. Why had he wanted to come here? What about this town had drawn him in?

Well, there was the nearby sea. The sound of the waves was probably the most soothing sound in the world. Selen wasn't directly next to the water, so whenever he had wanted to go for a swim or just relax, he had to take a small trip. The most he had quick access to was a rather small pond, which wasn't enough to drown out the hustle and bustle that was becoming more and more prominent in his town. Kirlsa had no hustle nor bustle, and easy access to the sea did give it some brownie points. Kai could at least hope it would help him keep his temper in check, lest he get kicked out of the tiny village entirely.

In fact, the first place Kai went was to the water. The trip from Selen had taken a couple of days, and the crashing of the waves reminded him of just how much he missed that sound. Placing his pack on the ground beside him, he sat on the edge of a dock. He leaned back on his hands and took a deep breath, exhaling as a wave crashed against the rocks. The water glistened underneath the moonlight, creating a scene that made Kai wonder why the village wasn't a more popular destination. Then again, not everyone appreciated the water like Kai did. Some people he had met found it soothing, but nobody seemed to understand the deep connection he felt with it. The only person who had come close was his friend, Noah.

Noah would often accompany Kai to have a swim, or even just to relax by the water and get away from everything else. The first time they had gone together, Noah laughed. Apparently it was unusual to see the local punk relaxing by the stillness of a lake. Still, Noah respected Kai, and never once doubted how calming it was for him. Noah, too, enjoyed being by the water, and would sometimes drag Kai there to calm him down and avoid a fistfight. It was a shame he couldn't have made this trip with him.

Kai sighed. Despite the soothing sounds of the sea, something was still nagging at him, though he couldn't place what. He probably just needed a good rest. It always took some time for him to come down from any sort of excitement, and he had been so frustrated the past couple of weeks even he was surprised he managed to leave without causing any major issues. It was about time he was able to just sit and relax a bit. Kirlsa might not be the most interesting place in the world, but at least it was quiet...


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"We don' take kindly ta stuck up lil' lasses like you causin' trouble in our bar!"

...Or, at least, it was quiet. Couldn't he have some peace for just one night?! He huffed and stood up, ready to berate the drunkards, when he saw another boy approaching the two drunk men and the woman they were harassing.


As he heard the boy's voice, he realized the boy wasn't a boy at all, but a rather a grease-and-dirt-covered woman who looked as if she could easily take out any man who underestimated her. As she got closer, her figure came into view, and Kai could see she was very much a woman. She appeared to be coming to the other girl's rescue...or...was that girl actually a boy? The more Kai looked, the harder it was to tell the gender of the blonde individual. Was it a girl coming to rescue a boy then? These two certainly shattered traditional gender roles.

Regardless, it seemed that the drunkards wouldn't be an issue, and the boy/girl wouldn't be harassed any longer. Kai huffed, figuring he should probably get looking for a place to stay instead of people-watching. Gathering up his things, he began heading in the direction the definitely-a-woman came from. He didn't get far, however, before the unusual couple distracted him once more. Now instead of dealing with rowdy drunks, they were stopped by two hooded figures. Kai couldn't hear everything they were saying, but he did pick up on the word 'outsiders'.

Those two weren't from here, then? Neither was Kai... Did this town have something against outsiders? Is that why it was so desolate? It would definitely explain how run-down and empty it seemed. Regardless, Kirlsa suddenly didn't seem like such a quiet place to be anymore. As he watched the hooded men, a glint of metal caught his eye. They were armed. Kai didn't know who any of those people were, however, and for once he wasn't about to jump into fight. Something was wrong. These weren't ordinary thugs. He stepped back slightly as he continued to watch from a distance, ready to spring into action if need-be, though he felt he was far enough away that nobody would notice him while he tried to figure out what was going on...


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When the damsel had woven her way through the rowdies to where Mack stood, she gave a nod and a warning look to the drunks to indicate their funny business was done for the night. Turning to head back to the tavern with the woman, she tried to figure out what was strange about her. She didn’t pay much mind to fancy lasses though and simply attributed it to difference in breeding. At this point it didn’t matter. She had just opened her mouth to ask if Hans was alright when the cloaked figures approached.

Putting a hand to her bag to steady it where it hung from her shoulder, she stopped to watch their approach with caution. Drunks were one thing, especially in a town like this, but… “What in the name of Sonheit’s red ass is this balderdash?” she muttered aloud as the hooded figures gave their demands. The flash of a dagger prompted Mack’s hand against her bag to grip onto a handle sticking out of one of the side pockets. She wasn’t out to start a fight, but she’d be ready if it came to that.

When Hans turned to her for a plan, she considered the odds. It was two for two, but she had little way of knowing what sort of kick there was under the flounce and lace beside her. Keeping a hand on her wrench, she responded loud and clear for the cloaked figures to hear. “Well now, let’s just let the lads explain themselves first. That’s no way to go about starting a business arrangement, though.”

“You are to accompany us at once to the windmill,” came the clarified demand. “The matter at hand will be revealed to you there.” As two squared off against two, Mack looked to her companion with a shrug. She was curious to know what lie at the meeting at the windmill but it didn’t sit right to be taken by armed guards. It didn’t bode well for what might be waiting. In either case, the lady next to her would know her own abilities and if she was up for the scrap, Mack was more than ready to back her up. She hoped maybe she’d know more about these cloak and dagger dealings to know whether to trust their escorts.


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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?"

The setting changes from Kirlsa to Ter'Ciel


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Mack had been ready for things to come to blows, but for the time being things had calmed. It was probably for the best considering the seemingly delicate nature of the lady beside. She stayed close to Hans as they walked, giving the men with blades a hard look when they edged too close. Every time a blade-tip pressed close to either her or her companion, the iron-filled duffel would swing behind just enough to drive them back a bit. The show of force was understood, but she made it clear she wasn't going to be menaced by it.

She had done work for the city planner and other fine upstanding organizations in the past, but that was not the extent of her experience. Seldom was there a large industrial city with no seedy underbelly. The bigger and more dangerous they were, the more they had to spend and without the bureaucratic red tape, criminal organizations were often at the forefront of technology. This wasn't the first meeting she'd attended at the tip of a blade, and they had often turned out in her favor.

Still, she would not be intimidated by matching uniforms and pocket knives. She walked with the same confident swagger she always did, whistling off key as her bag swung behind, forcing their escorts to either dance back and forth to avoid it or keep a respectable distance. When one reached to try to grab hold of the bag, she turned, heavy metal wrapped in canvas striking the extended fingers hard. "Hands off," she warned before continuing her walk, the man clutching his blade with one hand as he nursed the broken fingers of the other.

The windmill itself was far from inviting, but that was no surprise either. When they were invited in, Mack stepped through the door, turning just in time to see Hans panic and call for help. She moved to catch the distraught young woman as the door slammed behind, helping her steady herself with a reassuring grip at her arm. Whatever these pretentious toughs were trying to sell, she wouldn't let them rough up an innocent girl.

Following the cloaked man's lead down to the basement, Mackenzie looked around at the scene. Candles, more hooded guards, and a man bound on the floor between them, none of which were reassuring. She moved a hand to grip at a wrench, sliding it loose of the pocket this time, calm but ready to swing. She positioned herself protectively beside Hans - it wasn't yet clear whether the girl was in a heap of trouble or if she had been dragged along from her proximity to Mack - but in either case, she wasn't about to let somebody she had only just rescued fall victim to more violence.

"Alright. We're here now. Who's in charge?"

She glanced around as another was added to their number, this time a dark haired man with blue eyes. Escorted by guards and demanding to know what was going on, this man was obviously not the answer to her question. This was getting to be concerning. Still, the more captives they brought down, the more allies there would be if it came to a fight, and this guy looked like he might actually stand a chance. If she could get something sharp to the man on the ground, that would be three fighters plus one delicate princess. Not bad odds by her count.


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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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-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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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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"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"


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"Alright, this should be good for now." Cae huffed out to the ragtag group. They had made it out alive, and were in a breath of panic. For whatever reason, Cae's breathing was quickly recovering, like he hadn't used much energy... but he chalked that up as an adrenaline rush.

It was night now, and only a few lanterns from the town shed light on the rubble that lay behind them. 'Well, now what?' Cae heard from behind him, turning swiftly to keep Cel on his back and out of possible danger, but it was a black haired man, still bound from earlier. "Ah... Dev." He called out, shifting his grip on Cel to search her thigh for the knife she hide there, finding it, and handing it to the boy before returning his hand to under her to make sure she stayed up. "Untie this guy. My hands are full as is."

He noticed everyone giving him strange looks, but they never asked him anything, just, looked at him, then up, then away. 'Maybe they recognize me?' He thought as he looked around at the group. Devlin and Laelynn, the black haired man who was finally being cut free, and two other women, complete opposites of each other from what he could see, that Cae hadn't gotten the names of yet. "So... I don't know about you lot. But I'm gonna go take sleeping beauty here to rest on my ship... I suggest you all try to hide away somewhere. They knew who we were, and where to find us since we got into town..." His expression grew a tad grim as he thought about it. Cae hardly had any ties in this town, even if there were posters of him up from somewhere, the chance of him being found out was fairly slim. "Hide out where you know the people around you.. I'm sure they will be back."

He let the group talk about their plans as they wanted as he moved away a bit, nodding to Devlin to talk with him. "Hey, if you two still need, you can come with me. I offered you safety before, so I intend to keep my promise. I don't know what the others are going to do, but you are your own man, so the choice is your own."

The setting changes from Ter'Ciel to Kirlsa


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"My arms are outstretched, I hope for the best
And act rich before I get paid"

Rais Crevan

The clanking of glasses and sound of laughter filled the air around the tavern. Farther into the village, it was calm and quiet. On the surface, it seemed like another typical night in Kirlsa. But as time went on, this night would be unlike any other the small village had ever experienced.

There was an almost undetectable energy flowing through the air, like tiny static shocks ready to zap anyone who wandered too close into a heightened state of alertness. Rais could feel a slight prickling sensation that had nothing to do with the beer he had consumed a short while ago while talking to a couple lovely ladies at the bar.

Something was happening, and it was happening soon.

"It was very lovely talking to you both, but I'm afraid I must get going."

The brunette girl pouted, as if such an expression would make him change his mind. "So soon? It's still so early!"

"Come on, at least one more drink." the blonde smirked, index finger running up the length of Rais' arm.

The man flashed an apologetic sort of smile as he rose from his seat. "As much as I'd love to share another, I have a busy day ahead of me tomorrow. Drinking all night wouldn't be wise. Here, as a thanks for the company, take this." He tossed a bronze token, amused as the two drunk women fumbled to catch it. "It was a gift, now I'm passing it on to you. Take care of yourselves."

Leaving them to decide who would hold onto it (and which one he had "totally" winked at), Rais made his way out of the noisy tavern. While bars were a great place to find out the latest happenings of any town, it was astounding how stupid people could get when they'd consumed alcohol. Of course, that just made talking to them even easier. Of course, in a town like this, there wasn't much in terms of interesting occurrences, not until recently, at least.

According to long-time residents, more new faces had begun showing up as of late. Outside of business trades, not many people wandered into Kirlsa. A new few faces were apparently floating about, and Rais had heard some vague mentionings of somebody important coming to visit the mayor this evening. Normally, it wasn't something to make a big deal about, but tonight wasn't normal.

Rais hadn't come to Kirlsa because it sounded like a fun place to be. On the contrary, it was the complete opposite of where he would choose to travel to. Rais had come to Kirlsa because he knew he would find the answers he needed here. And now, with this strange energy gently pulsing through the town, he knew his instinct had been correct. The clock was ticking. All this waiting around was about to pay off.

In what somehow felt like hours and seconds at the same time, the stillness of the night was broken.

The sounds of pounding footsteps and shouts startled the quiet village. Foreign guards ran through with purpose as scared residents locked their doors and peeked out from behind their windows. Sounds of scuffle broke out here and there, and strange cloaked figures swept through the night, claiming various individuals.

Rais had heard about some sort of large-scale even that would eventually be taking place from a passerby a few days ago. Alcohol made the tongue loose, and Rais had easily pried some interesting tidbits from the strange man. By all accounts, he sounded like a drunk lunatic, mumbling about the "power of the gods" and an ushering of a "new era", and under any other circumstances, Rais would dismiss him as such, but he knew this man was not just mental.

The gods were real.

How Rais knew this, he couldn't explain. It made about as much sense as his desire to come to Kirlsa, but something told him that this was real.

Rais snuck about the chaos, keeping to the shadows as not to be caught. Not too far away from where he was watching, a dark-haired man was being harassed by some of the cloaked individuals. While he put up a fight, ultimately, he lost, being tied up and dragged away. The man required much of their attention, so once they were far enough away, Rais quietly followed them. When they disappeared into the windmill, Rais hid nearby, waiting to see what would happen.

For a while, everything was dead quiet. The yells at stopped and there was nobody else running around. None of the residents dared to come out from their homes, likely terrified at the sudden chaos in their dull village. Only the sound of the ocean reached Rais' ears.

Suddenly, the energy picked up again. The sparks of energy became blasts, and Rais could swear he felt the very earth beneath him tremble. All at once, something without physical form slammed into him, paralyzing him.

Something from the past. A memory, seen from somebody else's eyes that belonged to him. Others around him, weak but determined. An evil, engulfing the world. A woman, promising that they would one day return.

"I'll see you again, Brother."

'I won't let this foolishness happen again!'

The gods were real.

Their powers were back.

They were here.


Then, almost as soon as they started, the memories stopped. The energy in the air vanished. The tremors, however, did not. As the ground shook, a loud crack pierced the sky. Rais watched as the windmill began falling apart. Panicked screams could be heard issuing from somewhere inside of it. People began rushing out, some of them the cloaked individuals from before. Rais' eyes locked onto a small woman being carried in a man's arms. He'd never seen her before in his life, and yet, she looked familiar...


A small group had formed a short distance away. As Rais got closer, he heard a man's voice ask, "Well, now what?" As they talked amongst themselves, Rais approached.

"Hey!" The conversation stopped as everyone turned to him. A couple of them looked absolutely terrified. What was left of the energy from before seemed to concentrate all in this one spot. These had to be the people he was looking for. "I saw what happened. I can get you guys out of here. I know you're probably wondering who the hell I am, but we don't have much time to sit around chatting. I don't think I have to tell you something weird is going on in this place. I can get you all out of here and to a place you can safely rest."

He watched the group's reaction, hoping they wouldn't question him too much, as he didn't think he could explain properly if he tried. Judging by the expressions on their faces, however, they knew even less of why they were all there. "How about it?"

"After the party I know everybody
But no one gets beyond this mask"


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Hans Amsel

Hans had always loved the moonlight. The way it bathed everything it touched in a serene, pale glow. In the moonlight, dark shadows were cast upon one's face, creating a unique, beautiful contour that couldn't be seen in the bright light of day. Human passion had always seemed stronger after dark. Inspiration, love, lust...all things were more beautiful in the moonlight. How appropriate, then, that it was in the moonlight that the man had appeared.

Tall and lithe with tanned skin, he looked like a man who had seen much of the world. Hans' eyes traveled up and down the stranger, drinking in every last detail; His confident stance and charismatic gestures. The fine details of his clothing. And his eyes. Piercing blue and sincere, as if the man would be incapable of lying. Even the stranger's silver hair seemed to have a shimmering aura under the light of the moon, not like the dull, lifeless strands on that ragged pirate fellow.

And just like the other unfortunate souls he had regretfully come into contact with tonight, Hans sensed a peculiar familiarity with the man. He was handsome. And while Hans found himself unable to look away, he felt the hot spark of irritation flare up inside him.

'I hate you.'

"I saw what happened. I can get you guys out of here. I know you're probably wondering who the hell I am, but we don't have much time to sit around chatting. I don't think I have to tell you something weird is going on in this place. I can get you all out of here and to a place you can safely rest."

The man spoke hurriedly and Hans' eyes narrowed. He was right. Standing in a group here just outside the wreckage of was once the ugly windmill, they were easy prey for a concentrated force of those cultists. He looked around at who had made it outside...

The unsightly brigand with...wolf ears?

'Shame is face is so scarred.'

The foolish little girl he held in his arms.

'Beautiful, yes. But not too bright.'

The whiny servant child.

'I'm no babysitter.'

The quiet, dark haired girl.

'With a little more confidence, she could have potential.'

The brutish woman he'd started this hellish night with.

'I'll thank you later, my dowdy savior.'

And the angry looking young man with the dark hair.

'I've seen lovestruck women who were more in control of their emotions.'

...and decided that none of them were especially capable to take action. A look of disgust flashed across Hans' delicate features before he stepped toward the handsome stranger.

"I do believe I speak for everyone when I say that we are at an unfortunate loss of where to go next. We need to get out of here, and fast."

He nodded toward the man with the wolf ears.

"This man claims to have a boat docked nearby.

Hans folded his arms across his chest with slight impatience.

"Unless you have a better idea?"

The setting changes from Kirlsa to Ter'Ciel


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#, as written by Celsium
The sudden entry of the blonde woman snapped Celsia back to reality. They were okay and mostly unharmed, but they could catch up on details later after they moved somewhere safer. Quickly eyeing over the lady, she couldn't help but notice the frilly clothes. Small bunches of lace lined the seams, and the material looked well-made and durable. The clothes of someone upper-class.

Or, well, someone pretending to be. Though it did not show on her face, Celsia knew the woman's mouth betrayed her. No high class woman would speak so bluntly to strangers. You should be seen, not heard. As her father used to say.
Regardless, she wasn't in a place to judge upbringing or lack thereof. All that was important right now was getting out of Kirlsa.

"My apologies," She cleared her throat upon seeing a slight look of irritation in Caedes' eyes. "I was distracting him from the engine room it seems." Shaking some of the dust off of her dress, Celsia stepped forward towards the woman and held out a hand. "My name is Celsia Vorrine. It seems we'll be shipmates for a little longer yet."
The woman looked at Celsia's dirtied hands with a scrunch of her nose. Without skipping a beat, Celsia withdrew her hand and gave a swift bow instead. "Sorry for my appearance. I think we're all in need of a good nights rest and some clean clothes." She looked over her shoulder to Caedes. "I'll go check up on the others while you take a look at the engine." She brushed past the woman and let out a sigh of relief once into the hallway. Hopefully the others could offer a more polite introduction. She's probably just tired and stressed out. Pushing it out of her mind, she noted the dusty footsteps leading into one of the other boarding rooms. Whoever was in there could be resting, so she didn't want to disturb them.
Strolling through the boat, she was surprised at how much larger this one was compared to Caedes' other. It was in desperate need of cleaning though, and it had definitely seen its share of years on the water already.

Stepping up the creaky stairs to the main deck, Celsia was pleasantly surprised to see the others there. The boy who almost stabbed her was missing. Maybe down below deck in the room. The witch, red haired man, and quiet girl were also gone. She did a quick inventory of all present. A grumpy looking dark haired man, the broad-shouldered woman, and a tall silver-haired man who she didn't recognize from the windmill.
"Hello, um," The others turned towards her. "Caedes is working to start the engines and then we should be moving along. There's a few lodging rooms below if you need to rest in the meantime. My name is Celsia V-"

Her eyes locked onto the tall man's. They were a deep blue; It was almost like she was gazing into her own. She had many deja vu moments in the past, but this was different. Some sort of connection she couldn't quite place, like she had known him for a very long time. Yet, she didn't know his name.

She cleared her throat again, "I'm Celsia Vorrine. I hope you're all okay, given the circumstances.."


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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

It was a relief once Kai was finally untied and could again function like a normal human being. It was rather humiliating to be the only one who required assistance breaking free of his bonds, but nobody seemed to really think much of it- or care. There were much more pressing matters at hand. The man with the strange wolf ears (which also wasn't mentioned at all by anyone else) suggested taking his ship. While Kai wasn't exactly too keen on traveling with a bunch of strangers he had just met, there was a good chance wandering off on his own would once again lead to capture. Being out at sea sounded much, much better, and he had never been on a boat before. It sounded quite relaxing, and ot be honest all he wanted to do right now was relax by the water.

Without much more than a grunt and nod of approval at the idea, Kai followed the rest to the man's ship. It was certainly large enough to hold all of them. Did this man really have this ship all to himself? Not that Kai knew all too much about them, but it seemed like it was intended for at least a small crew. It wasn't really any of his concern, however. He was just looking forward to being surrounded by the sea, listening to the waves below and the gulls overhead. He didnt' even care how long the journey took. As long as the others weren't too annoying, staying aboard a ship with a bunch of strangers he'd almost died with shouldn't be much of a problem.

Kai remained above deck while most of the others went below. He stared out to the horizon- the sea seemed endless from this perspective. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the sounds of the waves as he massaged where the rope that bound him had bit into his wrists. Taking in the scent of the ocean, Kai almost felt at home. He was eager for the ship to set off- to be surrounded by the water. He imagined it wouldn't take long- if they didn't get out of there soon, there was sure to be more trouble, and it seemed a couple members of their ragtag party couldn't handle another ounce of stress.

It was a few minutes later when the frail-looking girl who had passed out earlier emerged onto the deck. He hadn't even noticed her presence until she spoke. So they would be leaving soon. Good.

Kai simply shrugged in response. He was sure his face looked a bit beat up, but all in all, he could have been in much worse shape.

"The sooner we get going, the better." He wouldn't be surprised if whomever of those cultists made it out of that mess were already frantically looking for them. "The name's Kai, by the way." he threw in almost as an afterthought.

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


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"My arms are outstretched, I hope for the best
And act rich before I get paid"

Rais Crevan

A ship, huh? Thinking about it, it was probably their best bet. It was unlikely the crazed god worshippers would get themselves together fast enough to chase them by ship. If they were still in pursuit, it would likely be by foot. Though, judging by how that windmill had collapsed, Rais guessed the more sensible (or cowardly) of the bunch would be taking time to recover.

Rais smirked at the wolf-eared man led them to his supposed ship. There was no way a single man had this whole ship to himself, and there was no reason anybody would already be on board awaiting ambush. That would have required them to not only know which ship was his, but to plan ahead that their plot would be foiled- something he highly doubted even crossed their minds. Still, he had to give it to the man: he was a good liar. Rais was almost impressed at the man's quick thinking. Nobody else even questioned him.

Rais boarded last, watching everyone as they walked ahead of him. Wolf-ears had already taken the strangely familiar woman to a cabin to rest. A gorgeous blonde strut on after him, followed by who was apparently the god's equivalent of the dark, broody, rebellious teenage boy. Filing in slowly behind them was the worried boy and quiet girl, the latter of whom clearly had no desire to be there. Once on board, he continued to watch everyone go their separate ways. He figured they'd need some time to recuperate before they were willing to form a plan of action. Which was fine- Rais had all the time he needed now.

It wasn't too long before the girl who had previously been out cold approached. He was once again struck by a strong sense of familiarity though he had never seen her before in his life. She was introducing herself when she stopped suddenly, locking eyes with Rais. As she stared, he felt as if her eyes were a reflection of his own. While he was used to woman becoming tongue-tied around him, this was something different entirely. It wasn't an infatuation or desire of any kind. It was almost as if she was on the brink of some breaking realization. Rais, too, found himself caught up in this unusual gaze, unable to break it. What was it about this woman that tugged at him so strongly? Why did she feel so important to him?

The memory of a voice that he once knew echoed again in his mind.

'I'll see you again, Brother.'

Rais' eyes widened. Sister? Was she actually related to him not by mortal blood, but immortal ties?

The girl broke her gaze then, whether nervous from his reaction or nervous at her own he wasn't sure. She introduced herself again, this time finishing what she had originally meant to say. Rais blinked, careful to resume his previous demeanor and hoping nobody had caught on to his slip-up. If she really was his sister... well, he couldn't really do anything about it at the moment. She would surely think him some crazed madman if he suddenly told her that she was his sibling in their should-have-been-immortal lives. This would have to wait until they all knew about who they were. He would have time to learn more about everyone anyway, as they were now all on a ship together for an undisclosed amount of time.

Rais gave his usual charming smile (though not quite the same one he gave any other girls he met) as he introduced himself, "Rais Crevan. Once we get this ship sailing and everyone is settled, I'd be happy to fill you all in on what I know. We can plan from there."

"After the party I know everybody
But no on gets beyond this mask"


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"My arms are outstretched, I hope for the best
And act rich before I get paid"

Rais Crevan

With introductions aside and engines running, it was time for the unusual crew to set sail. Rais had suggested the town of Soleus- he was friendly with the owner of the Inn and believed he could get them a deal on some rooms. The town was busy enough that they would be difficult to find, unlike in Kirlsa, and it wasn't unusual for travelers along the coast to stop by. There was also another small town between it and Kirlsa, meaning it definitely wasn't the first place anyone who wasn't crushed beneath the windmill would go looking for them.

Once the docks were out of sight, everyone had gathered together to discuss what was going on. Rais had promised to fill them in. He glanced from face to face, attempting to read them. Kai and Hans were both glaring at him, though the latter seemed far more irritated for reasons Rais didn't know. Those two would be tough to win over. It was a shame, because Hans had quite the pretty face. Caedus seemed relaxed given the situation. Rais also noted that he no longer had wolf ears. There was a chance he wouldn't be too difficult to work with, though Rais would have to be careful not to overstep his boundaries with him. Devlin (who had introduced himself along with the girl named Laelynn once they had finally stopped hiding in some dusty cabin) waited patiently, his gaze purely innocent. He was trusting. He would be easy. Laelynn was as far back as she could be while still being amongst them, arms wrapped around herself as she glanced at the floorboards of the ship. Though she put on a smile when somebody looked her way, it wasn't convincing. Everything about her screamed fear and insecurity. She, too, would be easy to work with, though he suspected he would have to be careful how he delivered news to her. She was much like a porcelain doll- beautiful but extremely fragile. Then, there was Celsia. She watched him intently, seemingly lost in thought. Her gaze pulled at him, her familiarity demanding his attention, and he wished for nothing more at this moment than to sit with her alone and find out if she really was his sister, but they didn't have time for that now. Plus, Caedus seemed rather protective of her. It was unlikely he would catch her alone right now. It would have to wait.

"So, while hanging around Kirlsa, I caught wind of some interesting tidbits of information." Raise began, "Alcohol makes the tongue loose, and you wouldn't believe some of the things you can overhear in a tavern. Somebody who I believe was involved in the plot back there was a bit too heavy on the alcohol, and let some interesting things slip before getting kicked out of the tavern for being a loony. They were after some very special people- people who, not soon after, suddenly began showing up in a town that sees very few new faces.

"I'm sure you are all already aware that you're different. To what degree you have realized this, I don't know, but we are not like everyone else. We have powers that normal humans don't have. You were all hunted down because you have powers that haven't been seen since the ages of the gods."

Kai scoffed. "Are you kidding me? Special powers? Ages of the gods? The gods don't exist! This is real life, not some stupid fairy tale."

"Explain that earthquake that brought the entire windmill down, then. Some perfectly-timed coincidence?"

"I-..." Kai hesitated, trying to come up with an explanation. "That woman. She did something. I've never seen it, but I know some have the ability to practice magic. She was in the midst of casting something when the windmill came down."

Rais smirked as Kai tried to rationalize the situation to fit his beliefs. He was very closed-minded. If it wasn't for the fact the existence of magic was widely known, he suspected Kai wouldn't have even acknowledged that much. A witch was with them then. She was behind the massive pulse of energy. It was after that that he had been hit with all of those sudden flashbacks. Did she help awaken their powers?

"A witch was with you? Well, why would she try to kill all of you? If she was part of the...cult, I guess is the best term for them, why would she put all of their lives in grave danger when they clearly had a goal? And if she wanted to help you, why would she put your lives in danger with no warning? I don't know who she is or what she wanted, but she wasn't the one who created that earthquake.

"Listen, you can try to deny it all you want, but if you just give it some thought, I know every one of you can say you have a talent that others don't. That talent is your latent power. Didn't you feel it? Didn't you feel the surge of energy flowing through you just before the windmill collapsed? I wasn't in there, but I felt it. We're all here for a reason, and we have to find out what that reason is."

"After the party I know everybody
But no on gets beyond this mask"


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Character Portrait: Hans Amsel Character Portrait: Kai Seward Character Portrait: Caedes Risus Character Portrait: Devlin Íobairt Character Portrait: Laelynn Wyght Character Portrait: Celsia Vorrine Character Portrait: Rais Crevan
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Caedes Risus

Any and all of Cae's thoughts were immediately interrupted by the annoying girls voice. 'Can't even have five minutes...' He thought to himself, as he watched Cel get up and try to introduce herself. He still wasn't exactly sure what all the names were on the ship.. but this person did have a point, he was the only one that knew how to work the engines... once he found exactly where they were either. Pasting his normal smile back on, he walked past the woman without saying anything until he was a step behind her. "Not exactly mine either, doll." Cae started humming that song again as he walked on down the hallway, arms up and hands behind his head as he lazily strolled forth, turning a corner to get back to the main hall.

Once around the corner, his hands went through his hair, feeling for where the ears he had would have come from... or, more importantly, why and how he had them in the first place. He tried to picture himself with them, getting annoyed with the thought of having his normal ears, and those wolf ears on top and let out a frustrated sigh the more he thought on it. 'Ah well... just another adventure.. and that Rais guy... he said he knew something'

Finally in the engine room, he got it all up and running again, the familiar hum of machinery working filled the ship. Easy enough for him to figure out, he had shut down a few engines like these in the past when raiding a ship, so he knew the general ends and outs of it. Rushing back up the bridge, not wanting any passerbyers to see that the ship was departing without it's normal crew. He passed by the main group, noticing them starting introductions without him, overhearing a couple names, but not able to put a face to them just yet. He set the ship in motion, turning the throttle up and steering them out of the port, putting the ship in a low speed until he heard the destination. He knew the waters fairly well out here, and set them in a course that they wouldnt run aground for quite a long time. He then checked the engine's fuel meter. "Good... that should last a few days at least." It had been a while since Cae had been on a ship this large.. it was nice to be back.

With a stretch and a slight yawn, the ex pirate made his way to catch the beginning of Rais' little speech. He listened to the man with folded arms over his chest, his eyes never leaving the silver haired man. There was some sense to what he said, despite the blue haired's interjections, Cae had experienced first hand. He was quick to notice the looks that Cel and Rais were giving each other, and wondered if he had missed something, but didn't think much of it for now.

The large man took a step forward, a bit into the circle they had created, "Alright, so I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed, but what he's saying makes some sense... to me at least. I mean.. I apparently had wolf ears for who knows how long... And thats never happened before this." He gave a light shrug and a bit of a smile at his own thoughts. "Plus.." He turned towards the small girl beside him with a warm smile. "This one gets visions every now and then.. I like to think that it isn't just coincidence."


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Character Portrait: Hans Amsel Character Portrait: Kai Seward Character Portrait: Caedes Risus Character Portrait: Devlin Íobairt Character Portrait: Laelynn Wyght Character Portrait: Celsia Vorrine Character Portrait: Rais Crevan
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Celsia Vorrine

Though she felt embarrassed for so blatantly staring, there was something about Rais that held her attention. It was strange- she had never seen him before in visions but he carried an aura of familiarity about him. She pulled her gaze away from him to look at the others while he spoke. Kai, the one who looked ever frustrated, seemed doubtful that any of them could have hidden powers in them, but Celsia was all too familiar with her own to brush aside Rais' claims. She had also witnessed Cae's strange transformation, as well as the witch's powerful incantation. That surely couldn't be coincidence.

Hans, seeming entirely too inconvenienced by all this, glared at Rais from across the boat, listening but not speaking. Devlin and Laelynn sat near each other, one looking optimistic and the other terrified. Devlin seemed content to be on the boat and away from that pompous Lord back in the windmill. Laelynn had a forlorn look stuck on her face, deep in thought, eyes darting around. She recoiled as Kai and Rais brought up the windmill's collapse. ...I wonder what her power is, then, Celsia thought.

Caedes was by her side, as relaxed as ever. Maybe he didn't realize it, but he reached up to run his hand through his hair a few times, as if to check for a new pair of ears again. He didn't seem particularly phased or concerned with the current conversation, but he listened intently.

"...this one gets visions every now and then. I like to think that it isn't just coincidence." He gestured at her, with a smile. Celsia felt her face grow a bit red as she looked around at the others. More people to think i'm insane...

Taking a deep breath to collect herself, she nodded. "As crazy as that sounds...he's not lying." Celsia found herself staring at Rais again somehow. "I've experienced these sort of... visions and dreams, ever since I was young. I've seen most of you in them, long before we even met in person. ...Unfortunately they haven't told me much more than what we already know, at least so far. And they happen sporadically, so I can't just...make one happen when I want it to."

Glancing towards her scarred friend, she gestured towards his head. "Even if you don't believe me, it's as he said. He had... wolf ears. His eye color was changed too. And I gather there was some sort of...earthquake." She caught Laelynn shying away from the corner of her eye. The poor girl was probably traumatized by all that just transpired. "...I think if we do really have some latent power in all of us, it's a good idea for us to stick together until we can figure out why it's just surfacing now... especially while we are out of harms way."