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Athos Lorio

"I am the painter and death is my masterpiece."

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a character in “Gods of Drevair”, as played by Bromander Shepard

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Name: Athos Lorio
Age: 29
Race: Human
Gender: Male

Description: A man whose only truly memorable feature is his eyes, golden in color they are often remembered by those terrified few who have seen the assassin and lived to tell about it. To disrobe Athos one will find his body, while in peak physical condition, dotted with numerous scars from a life time of dealing death. His hair is nearly shaved completely leaving only a small bit of stubble on his head and face. His armor and equipment is all masterfully chosen and designed to aid him in his chosen profession of ending the lives of those unfortunate enough to have a contract on their heads.

Abilities: A masterful combatant and unparalleled as a killer of men, his stealth is legendary, easily the reason he was called upon for the task of slaying a god. He has mastered the knife, sword, bow. If it is in the arsenal of an assassin he wields it like a painter putting brush to canvas and crafting a masterpiece. Beyond his natural abilities after his unholy union with the illusion demon Citra, he has been granted dizzying speed, agility and inhuman reflexes. His greatest gift given by his demonic mistress is his ability to cloak himself in a magical aura that renders him invisible for and to teleport himself over short distances in the blink of an eye, a technique he calls "Blinking".

Weaknesses: His affair with the illusion demon has granted great boons in the realms of deception, misdirection, stealth and speed beyond what he already possessed yet his ability to teleport hinges on his ability to actually see where his is teleporting to for each time he blinks he shifts into the nether realm where his demon lovers brethren walk seeking to pull him from the world. If he does not see where he is going he may never reenter the world and be locked in the nether realm for ever. The other short coming of his abilities is his invisibility is not fool proof, a keen eye with careful concentration may notice a slight distortion in the light. While they may not know that an assassin walks there they may notice the movement. Further more rain, snow etc can give away his shape even if he is not visible.

Personality: The infamous assassin has an icy demeanor with a sharp tongue often remembered. Fatalistic, devious and calculating Athos is exceedingly intelligent, a fact that he does not hide. Those he interacts with immediately realize he is no mere knife-man and give him a wide birth, like a cobra coiled. He cares little for glory or honor seeing both as convenient lies people tell themselves to rationalize the wicked things they do. He values realists, values men and women willing to do whatever is necessary to accomplish their goals.

History/Bio: Athos Lorio, born an orphan in a massive human Metropolis from the west. His beginnings were and are rather unremarkable. Few know of how he began taking the lives of others for coin but once he had he quickly gained a name for himself. His name began being whispered throughout Drevair with bated breath as if they were talking of a vengeful spirit. Yet his early career paled in comparison to his exploits after he completed a contract on the life of a particularly dangerous necromancer. When Athos struck the dark wizard was waiting for him and cast the assassin into a nether realm where demons walked. It was there he came face to face with malevolent deception incarnate, the illusion demon Citra. This wicked nether realm walker attacked and the assassin battled back. The two fought on for days, neither falling but both wounded. It wasn't until the fourth day did they cease, both finally realizing the other was an equal and the demon spoke. They both came to know each other, finding a partner soul in the other. The sultry demon's words were like fine wine to the assassin whose icy exterior embraced her tongue. Citra had never found another being to match her in her own realm. The two shared a passionate night together, their love making in the shifting colors, lights and shadow of Citra's realm changed Athos. He was no longer a mere mortal man but now touched by a demon he possessed super natural abilities. Citra did not want to let the man who had captured her heart go yet she knew he did not belong in her realm, not yet, not as long as he still was among the living. So with a kiss and a promise she returned him to the land of the living and to the doomed necromancer. Athos used his new found power to steal the life from the wizard before forging a powerful reputation, to hire Athos Lorio was to doom a man to deaths door. His skill as a death dealer and infamy was the primary cause for his consignment to the deed of slaying a god. When Drevair's guardian gods stepped fourth Athos Lorio was sought out for when one seeks the death of another who else do you call upon but an assassin?

So begins...

Athos Lorio's Story

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The air in the old manor was cold and still like the grave. The lavish estate had been built centuries ago and stilled showcased the splendor of times long since lost to history. The sprawling gardens with figures carved of stone was once a vision of beauty, man's masterful synthesis with nature now looked like a haunted maze of overgrown thorny shrubbery stalked by stone ghouls. The manor itself, massive in its scope and elegance was at one time the height of wealth and an architectural wonder. The slow decay of time and lack of upkeep had reduced it to a hollow husk, its once golden windows that emanated from the candles within now stared out into the world with dark, haunted, soulless eyes. It's inhabitants went the way of the estate, dead and buried long ago. They had been a family of renown and unimaginable wealth. Every king from sea to sea of Drevair was careful to befriend this influential house lest risk their wrath. Then came the murders, the blood and the loss suffered by a small boy, the only living survivor of the savagery.

Carlyle was no longer that small boy of only eight winters, now he was an old, old man reaching the end of his days. He was ready and willing to commit his soul to Abilmel, his faith was the only thing that seemed to give him comfort and solace in the twilight months of his life. Despite his actions throughout his life, good deed and evil, he felt content that his chosen faith would accept him in their loving embrace in the afterlife. Carlyle had struggled throughout his many years to bring his family back to it's former glories. The pursuit of power is one paved in blood as any ruler can tell you and Carlyle's attempt was no different yet Carlyle lacked the strength of body, even from a young age to do what needed to be done so he sought out those capable of the dark deeds necessary to bring his family back to prominence. Unfortunately for the last remaining son of the house with the forgotten name he did not find the one man who could save his family until many years too late.

A mysterious assassin with the power few would dare to speak of came into his life as but a whisper. The already aging Carlyle had needed an elven diplomat killed yet none would take the contract for fear of the nearly impossible odds. Not until He came to Carlyle, not until the one touched by a demon. He appeared like a wraith, stepping fourth from nothingness seemingly unphased by the monumental task requested. Carlyle thought he was half mad until three days later. The assassin returned with the head of the diplomat and an open hand waiting for payment. From that time the old man with limitless wealth and the assassin worked together many times. Bodies dropped, blood was spilled all for a task that was impossible. To save a family required a family to save and Carlyle was alone, the last remaining member of a house of ghosts.

Yet he called on the man, again and again requesting death be brought to those whom Carlyle felt the world needed be rid of and like the assurance of nightfall the assassin would complete each contract without fail. This new contract however may prove too difficult even for his dark friend. The call had gone out, the killer of men knew Carlyle was looking for him. He needed only wait. As Carlyle sat alone in his study, with but a single candle lighting the book he was reading he didn't know, couldn't know the eyes that were upon him. Eyes that had seen such savagery and brutality, that had seen the darkest that this worlds inhabitants had to offer. Eyes that had witnessed murder in droves, eyes that knew the intricacies of how blood dripped around a fresh wound, eyes that relished in the look of terror in another, the eyes of a killer.

"Carlyle."

The name was spoken from the darkness and sent a jolt of shock and terror into the heart of the old man. Carlyle jumped in his seat, dropping his book and clutching his chest, his heart threatened to give out then and there. The owner of the dead house turned around, his wide eyes frantically searching in the darkness for the voice.

"W-where... Where are you?..."

Nothing, not a word was spoken, not a sound was heard. The frightened old man searched in vain for the man that was nowhere to be seen. This, no where man could only be seen when he wished it yet he searched anyway in terror.

"Here."

The voice again, this time coming from directly in front of the chair in which Carlyle was sitting. The old man spun around in shock with a scream on his lips only to find the book he dropped in the hands of a killer. The assassin, the no where man, the one touched by a demon stood before him cloaked in his dark armor like some wicked fiend born of shadow. His golden eyes pierced the darkness and seemed to grip Carlyle's very soul.

"You dropped this."

Athos said as he handed the old man his book before taking a seat across from him. Carlyle took several deep breathes to calm himself as he set the book that was returned to him aside.

"You know I hate it when you do that."

The assassin just smirked beneath his hood.

"And you wonder why I do it."

Carlyle took a final breath to still his racing heart as he looked at the dark killer of men seated before him. Those golden orbs always on him, it unnerved him the day he met him and it unnerved him to this very day. Carlyle always felt like he was being eyed by some hungry hell beast waiting to pounce. The old man said nothing for a moment, as the assassin watched him. The fear that rose off the old man was always palpable when Athos was near and this day was no different. The fear he felt was no idle concern, Athos was not a loyal man. His blade could be bought by any who could afford it, both men knew that.

"You know... I always wondered when... when you'd come for me... when someone would hire you to take my life."

Athos leaned forward ever so slightly.

"Perhaps that time has come."

The old man stared in horror for a few moments, the uncertainty evident on his face. Then Athos leaned back causally and Carlyle breathed once more. The old man worked to control his nerves around the assassin, it was never easy what with the constant worry of a sudden death looming.

"You have a contract for me?"

Athos asked, mercifully changing the subject. Carlyle nodded slowly, grateful to get down to business.

"Yes, yes I do..."

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Those golden orbs of the killer of men were fixed on the old man as he struggled to lend voice to his tongue. Carlyle had known Athos for several years but knew virtually nothing about him. His personal life was as much a mystery to him as the coming and goings of a spirit. His motivations were shrouded in mystery only seldom touched by the light. His convictions were the only thing the old man could feel comfortable saying that he knew at least to some degree. The man was cold, cold as ice, could slit a man's throat and not bat an eye. He was a hard man, one not to suffer piety and mocked those who took stock in religious fervor. He had often mocked Carlyle for his faith. It was obvious to the old man that Athos thought him weak or perhaps even foolish for his belief in The Triumvirate Faith. That lack of belief in anything divine made what Caryle was about to propose an unknowable factor for he had no way of gauging how the assassin would respond.

Carlyle swallowed hard, any moisture in his mouth had long since gone leaving but a warm, dry pallet to attempt to form words from.

"Tell me Athos... what do you know about these rumors of Gods seeking to wipe Drevair clean of life?"

The question hung in the air for a tense moment as Carlyle awaited the reaction he would receive. Those damned eyes of Athos, gold gems that pierced flesh and bone cut deep. The old man squirmed beneath their scrutinizing gaze. Finally the answer came in the form of annoyance and frustration.

"Tell me this is not why you summoned me, old man."

Athos groaned as he shook his head with a sigh, putting his thumb and fore finger to the bridge of his nose.

"Now, now just humor me, please."

Caryle persisted. Athos rose his gaze to look deep into the old man's eyes and groaned as the pleading he saw in them loosened his tongue.

"They're being called Gods, immortal protectors of Drevair, summoned fourth from the very earth to cleanse this world of the plague that is mortal life. Whatever these things are they're powerful, unimaginably powerful. I've heard that just one of them can raise an entire city to the ground with ease."

Carlyle nodded slowly, allowing Athos' own words to sink in.

"These false gods will kill all of us Athos, all of us unless someone stops them."

"Someone?"

Athos replied back sardonically. It was obvious the assassin was ill convinced of what the old man wanted him to do.

"Who better? I know of none better at taking life than you Athos. Who else can save us?"

Athos got to his feet and turned away, he was quickly losing his patience with the old man.

"Why not pray on it old man, I hear you religious lot do that when you want to waste your time on lost causes."

Athos' words were stinging, the venom dripping from them was meant to burn and burn they did. Carlyle's hand reflexively went to the pendant hanging from his neck, a small medallion with the visage of The Triumvirate etched into the medal. The old orphan closed his eyes as he bit back the pain from the harsh words.

"I do not see my faith as a waste of time, I'd like to think it offers me salvation."

"Pity it could not do the same for your parents."

Athos replied coldly. Carlyle gritted his teeth as the sharp words cut deep, reopening old wounds. The flashes of his parents murder played in his mind. The sound of the dagger leaving the sheath. The man striking from the darkness. His fathers blood hitting the floor followed by the pearls that had once adorned his mothers neck. Carlyle breathed deep, forcing the ghosts back into their graves as he refocused onto the wicked killer before him.

"Waste of time or not I do pray for them, every night. Every single night. I pray they are at peace in the embrace of the Triumvirate."

Athos scoffed at the old man's words, shaking his head at what he saw as the foolishness of a weak mind. Carlyle took a moment to collect himself before speaking again.

"I will give you everything Athos, every ounce of wealth I have. Even in ruins my house has coin beyond count. A better pay out I think you will not find."

The assassin turned around slowly, his calculating gaze eyeing up the old man in disbelief. Carlyle smiled faintly and shrugged his old bony shoulders.

"I am nearing the end of my journey Athos, I can't take it with me. Why not give it to you? A paltry reward for the salvation of all life on Drevair."

"You're serious?"

Athos asked taking a step toward him, still unsure. Carlyle nodded earnestly before speaking again.

"Have you known me to be brave enough to toy with you?"

Athos half chuckled and returned to his seat across the old man.

"I suppose not..."

Athos took a moment to consider the proposal. The slaying of these beings, powerful though they may be, was possible and the reward would be more wealth than he had ever before been offered. He wouldn't know what to do with such riches and all he had to do was kill a couple gods. The thought almost made him laugh. Athos had spent his life looking down on those idiots who threw themselves at the whims of imaginary men in the clouds and now he was being tasked to kill a few. These new so called gods however were much more palpable. They may not be gods but their power was not to be questioned. He'd heard the stories, seen the faces of the few survivors. These people were not to be trifled with. Yet, powerful or not, all men could be killed.

"Very well old man, I will kill your gods for you."

Athos said as he rose from his seat and headed for the window to leave. A smile beamed on Carlyle face at the assassin's words. Despite his life of questionable choices and deeds in this single act he had finally done something worth while. The lives this man would save by slaying these false gods was immeasurable. Perhaps this was Abilmel's will? To have this killer of men slay the false Gods. Ironic though that they would choose a man such as Athos to do their bidding but Carlyle had stopped questioning the will of the Triumvirate years ago.

"There are my Gods Athos, right there."

The assassin's boot stopped cold on the window sill just before he leapt out. He turned around with a stare of pure hell fire seething from it.

"You think this is your gods will old man?"

Athos growled dangerously. If there was one thing he hated it was that way those religious fools could always tie up every little thing that happened as Gods will, it was infuriating. Athos made his own choices, no imaginary man in the sky made them for him. Carlyle turned to see Athos stepping toward him threateningly, his fists clenched tightly. The old man swallowed hard as his blood chilled at the sight. Athos loomed over Carlyle like death itself, full of furious indignation.

"Let me tell you something about your gods. Gods are selfish beings that fly around and lord over mortality as if they were our betters. They are stories we tell children to keep them from misbehaving. They are lies old dogs tell themselves to still their racing hearts as they fear death's unstoppable approach. If your gods existed at all where are they really? Hrmm? Do you have any idea how many holy men I've butchered Carlyle? How many pious men and women of the cloth have felt the sting of my knife? They all prayed like you pray and the heavens never opened nor did golden trumpets sound as their divine lords and masters stepped fourth to save them. It was ever and always just tired old fools alone in a room with a killer babbling to beings that either weren't there or didn't care. There are no gods... there are no gods."

Athos' words were full of hate and anger. The utter stupidity of men like Carlyle putting their stock into cloud men and winged angels was sickening. The worst thing about religion was the utter hypocrisy of it. Damn the heretics and damn the wicked as they march across the world butchering and murdering and burning all in the name of the imaginary. Athos glared at Carlyle who looked ready to have a heart attack right in front of him. The assassin snarled one last time before he shook his head.

"Know that when these creatures die it is no gods that slew them, no divine magic that brought about their destruction, only man."

With that he was gone. The assassin on the task of killing gods vanished from the room leaving Carlyle to ponder his words and deal with the fresh terror he was trying to cope with. Athos Lorio would begin his hunt in Bergstadt, the last reported city to have fallen to these beings. Athos had heard that the fires from the city and it's inhabitants could be seen for leagues, a ghastly warning to all of what was to come. As Athos teleported here and there so fast he was barely visibility to the ruined city of Bergstadt, Carlyle reached his shaking hand up to the pendant around his neck and pondered the assassin's words for a moment before uttering a small prayer.

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Bergstadt, a city of men. A city that until recently has been one that was a rather unremarkable and utterly forgettable place. A city barley large enough to actually be called a city. A home to merchants, craftsmen, tradesmen and couriers. A place where families were raised and life thrived. That was until these fell gods came full of wrath and terrible vengeance to set Bergstadt to the flame. Here the screams of the dead and dying filled the air and was the chorus to their doom. Strange and unknown beings had arrived and Bergstadt had been among the first to be cleansed, the first of many to come should these so called gods be successful in their endeavor.

In the charred remains of what was once the bustling city walked a shade, a prowler of the shadows. His silent steps moved through the soot and scorched earth like a ghoulish spirit haunting a graveyard. He seemed to drift over the ground, he moved so effortlessly through the carnage. To look upon the man cloaked in black one would think they were seeing some spirit for he seemed to randomly vanish only to reappear elsewhere. The figure's golden eyes took in the horrific sight of the once peaceful city.

Athos was on the hunt, searching for any sign, any clue that might tell him the direction in which the so called gods had run off to or some inclination of how they accomplished such a feat. Powerful magic had to have been used to bring Bergstadt to ruin in such a way. The air stunk of death and burnt flesh. Every building was charred and hollowed, few remained standing, those that did were but blackened support beams resembling gnarled hands reaching up from the grave. Some of the bodies were burnt so suddenly he could still see their ashen remains in the same position they were in death. Mothers clutching children, husbands shielding wives, brothers and sisters huddled together now forever immortalized in ghoulish sculptures of ash. The assassin tensed his jaw, never before had he seen such destruction.

As he passed by a small building that had since collapsed from the weight of its own charred remains. Athos Lorio stepped over a bit of debris and heard a tiny squeak akin to a child's whimper. He whipped around dagger in hand, eyes searching for some sign of movement. He saw nothing, not but the winds carrying drifting ash around the scorched city. Then again he heard the whimper and focused on the direction the sound had come from. He walked closer to the small building and found some burnt debris that had fallen in something of a pile. It was from beneath this mound of timber and stone that the sound was coming from.

Intrigued Athos began to pull at the debris, lifting pieces of charred building up and out of the way until he found the source of the sound. A young girl, no more than nine or ten years of age, pinned beneath the rubble. Blood stained her face and horrible burns marred most of her body. Her lower half was all but missing, hanging on by little more than a bit of flesh and skin. Her emerald green eyes stared out wildly as she took ragged quick breathes. Blood trickled down the corners of her mouth as her body had yet to make the connection that she was dead, having only minutes to live if that.

"F-Father? F-Father are you there?"

She called out weakly. Athos had a mind to walk away and let the girl realize what he already knew on her own but instead he knelt beside her.

"No."

His voice was calm and even measured, not entirely un-reassuring yet guarded. She struggled to turn her searching gaze to the source of the voice and after a few difficult moments found Athos' face.

"H-he k-killed us... h-he killed us all... the Red God..."

She muttered through pain filled tremors in her voice. Her hand reached out for Athos and his eyes flicked down to her grasping hand, unsure if he should take it and offer her the small bit of comfort. Against his minds commands his hand found hers and she gripped it tight.

"Tell me about him, girl."

Athos said in little more than a whisper. The thought of him caused the girl's body to shake horribly with terror filled spasms. She opened her mouth to speak but only gasps of pain came fourth.

"Easy, easy..."

Athos warned, some measure of concern ebbing out in his tone.

"Born of fire and death! He came with twin swords!.... He is in-inferno incarnate come to consume us all... and that s-song, that awful song!"

Her words were feverish and wild, like her mind was losing the ability to separate her screams of pain from her speech. Athos' eyebrows furrowed at the reference to a song, this was new, something he hadn't heard about this fire lord before.

"What of the song? What can you remember?"

The girl paused to grit her teeth as tears streamed down her burnt face. Her charred skin seemed to soak up the tears like a hungry desert and each drop looked as though it caused her even more pain.

"I-It got in your mind, burrowed deep within you and filled you w-with dread... it was a death song.... a.... a ballad of doom...."

The girl had to stop as she cried out in pain while her body shook with torment. She had only moments left and she finally seemed to realize that. She began to weep uncontrollably as she gripped Atho's hand.

"It hurts... It... it hurts so much! Help me, please!"

She said weakly through painful sobs. Athos sighed slowly, there was a part of him that did wish there was something, anything he could do for her but he knew, anyone who looked at her would know there was no healer in the world that could help her now. The assassin tensed his jaw as if unwilling and unwanting to speak what need be spoken.

"I can do nothing for you, girl."

He said finally. His words were apologetic yet rigid, like the cold stone set atop a grave. The girl took a shuddering breath as she struggled in her final moments. Tears streamed down her face as memories of her father burning and her mother screaming echoed in her failing mind. So much death, so much hate, surely they were all doomed. Then there was the pain, such pain like she could not fathom, she wanted to be free of it.

"P-please.... it.... it hurts so bad.... I-I can't.... please....kill me..."

Her eyes wet with tears she stared into the eyes of the assassin pleadingly. This small act of kindness, this single deed was one thing, the only thing that Athos could offer her. The release of death was something he had given to countless over the years but few as deserving. The assassin nodded slowly as he put a hand on her forehead to brush her hair from her face tenderly.

"Tell me your name girl..."

Athos commanded before his hand lifted from the girls forehead and dissapeared into the folds of his cloak. The dying child struggled to breath, the pain was so overwhelming but she managed to utter her name as requested.

"Faleen."

Athos looked down upon her, the dying child in his arms, ready to free her from the pain she was reduced to suffer in her last moments as his hand clutched the instrument of her liberation.

"Close your eyes Faleen.... I will make the pain go away."

He said, his voice almost gentle in it's ghostly whisper. Faleen shut her eyes from the horror of the world just before the blade pierced her heart. Expertly placed right between the ribs the assassin's dagger punctured her heart killing her almost instantly. A shallow gasp then nothing. Finally free of her pain her head lulled and the girl lay dead.

Athos sat there for a moment looking at the face of the girl, his mind playing over the entire event. He said not a word as he stared down at the girls body, the moment was in a way beautiful. The assassin dealing his craft mercifully, never before had he done this. Finally Athos pulled his blade free and rose, leaving the girl to be added to the countless dead of Bergstadt. He took a single step away before cloaking himself in invisibilty for no real reason than his own comfort.

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The knight walked through the ruined husk that was once Bergstadt guided by the hand of his faith yet unbeknownst to Johannes de Witte he had not one shadow this day but two. The second shadow unlike the one the defender of the faith was born with was sentient as it stalked the armored warrior of the gods. It watched carefully the actions of the knights. It began to follow Johannes during his battle with the looters. The faceless shade witnessed as the holy man's blade cleaved flesh and bone, severed limb from heretical limb all in the name of his god. Unseen in it's vigil the being was as a wraith silently stalking the paladin as he went about his holy duty, all the while completely unaware that a killer lurked.

Athos Lorio grimaced beneath his veil of invisibilty as he watched the paladin. Massive in size and stature the man was built like an ox. Any wonder as to his strength was answered during the mans short bout with the scavengers. To say this holy warrior was skilled with a blade was an understatement, it was more accurate to say that The Triumvirate of The Faith had sent their best and this was it. A titan of a man clad in masterfully crafted armor he strode through the carnage created with his blade and the one done by this so called Red god without hesitation. It was not until he began smashing down doors that Athos noticed something off about him. His movements became more erratic and cautious. His blade was freed from it's sheath when no enemy presented itself. His head whipped about scanning for enemies that did not exist. The sight made the assassin grin for he was witnessing something he had seen many times before, fear.

Athos stalked the knight like a prowling beast until he reached the remains of what once was a church. The invisible man had to hold back a scoff at the sight, of course the knight would check on the building of hollow worship. In truth that was all he cared about, that as all any of those so called holy men cared about. They lent aid to others of their order but should someone not of his order be in need, should and elf or a dwarf or a follower of a different faith call out for a helping hand that poor individual would be lucky to be spit on by the knight before he strode by and let them die. The hypocrisy was almost too much to bear.

The killer of men, cloaked in invisibilty stood in the church as the knight knelt in a moment of silent prayer. It was then that Athos could bite his tongue no longer. He spoke from lips unseen, his words dark and scathing.

"Do you think your prayers will do you anymore good than it did these men, Sir Knight?"

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Johannes tensed up slightly when a voice emerged from what seemed to be the shadows of the burned out church. He did not remember seeing anyone still alive upon entering and certainly did not hear anyone enter after him. With a slight sigh he ended his prayer and picked up the sword lying next to him, making sure to do so calmly and measuredly, no need to antagonize this figure unduly. He slowly stood up, his sword hanging loosely in his hand beside him and looked around. Nothing. Just the charred remains of his fellow faithful and burned remnants of the church. Had he imagined it? No, his mind no longer played tricks on him, the smell of death and ashes no longer clouded his mind and deceived him into a moment of weakness. There was someone, or something, here. Had this being been the cause of his nervousness then? Had this foul trickster been at his side the entire time? Johannes shuddered to think there was a being that could deceive the senses to this extent. He looked up to a hole in the roof to make sure there wasn’t someone hiding up there either. No one. With a sigh he replied to the hidden voice.

“I imagine it won’t, as I prayed for their souls to be guided to the side of the Triumvirate, as my soul will when I meet my demise. So it shall do them as much good as it did me and for that, I rejoice.”

He answered in a measured voice, his senses sharp and ready, hoping to notice any form of reaction to his reply. The voice had been sharp, like a knife seeking to cut away the life of some poor soul. But Johannes’ armour was faith and no knife formed of words could possibly penetrate its thick steel. But it did reveal a cynical soul, a soul who doubted. A pitiful soul, who found no solace in believing in a greater power. He pitied whatever being owned that voice. But still, there was power there, power unknown to Johannes. To disappear from all senses like the owner of that voice had, it boggled the mind.

“Tell me, mysterious voice, why have you come here? I doubt a being who can hide as well as you came here just to pilfer the last remaining riches.”

Johannes voiced his question, his voice firm and even. He did not expect this being to be overly hostile, as it would have attacked by now if it were. But it was not a natural being to say the least. The best course of action was to have it reveal itself and slay the foul trickster once it did. No being that hid from the glorious light of three could possibly be human and as such, deserved its fate. A slight frown appeared on his brow as he thought on this. He had prayed for guidance… was this being sent here to answer his prayers? Perhaps he should let off on slaying it until he could ascertain its objectives.
Johannes nodded to himself. He should take this one step at a time. He could always slay it after extracting all the information he could from it.

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Hidden from sight Athos mused at the knights words yet no smile touched his lips. It was in his eyes that, if visible, would have shown his amusement. This knight, even now, showed a strength in his prayers and faith as if it actually did him some good. He would have respected the man if he was not so foolish. Better served he would be to accept that his prayers fell on deaf ears and trust rather in the strength of his own arm than that of some imaginary figure.

"Perhaps I am your god, knight? Perhaps now what you hear is the voice of your heavenly lords to whom you commit your life and immortal soul?"

His voice was dripping scorn as he taunted the knight.

"Or perhaps..."

Athos took a step forward, slow and steady not making a sound.

"The truth you fear to see..."

Athos moved closer still, never making a sound. The knight still unaware of his location seemed primed to strike out at the first sign of movement he saw yet no sign came.

"That there is no god here with you paladin..."

His voice was haunting as it drifted from seemingly nothing. A tense moment of silence between the warrior of the gods and the faceless voice before Athos stepped fourth to be seen. The air around him seemed to shimmer and fade allowing the dark cloaked assassin to be seen.

"Only man."

He finished darkly as he locked his golden killers gaze with that of the paladin of The Triumvirate. The assassin and the paladin held each others gaze evenly, neither giving an inch. The tense stare down last only a few moments but the air between them seemed alive with the potential for bloodshed, charged with the power of the two men. Should the choose it neither man would leave the charred remains of the church alive yet it seemed that this day restraint would be found in both men.

Satisfied the knight was not going to immediately bring sword to bear Athos spoke again, his voice still cold as the grave.

"As to why I am here I'd wager we are on twin purpose or do you not seek the deaths of these new... gods?"

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The air seemed to come alive as the mysterious voice spoke. He had not felt too much belligerence before, but now he could almost feel the being’s gaze, like daggers stabbing where his armour was weakest. Johannes noticed he could not hear any other sound beyond the being’s voice. But that was enough, it was slowly, but surely, getting closer. Inching forward, mewling about fear and faith as so many other pathetic beings had done, right before their heads stopped being attached to their necks. But somehow, Johannes doubted this being was like them. His, and a him it was, Johannes decided, words were the same, but his power was nothing like them. Johannes focused on that voice, ignoring the words but attempting to discern a location from it. He was closer now, a few steps at least. A few more moments and his inconsequential blabbering would reveal his location. Suddenly the air shimmered and as if the man had simply been wearing a cloak of shadows, he stepped forth, cloak discarded.

Johannes brought his gaze about, slowly and steadily. His eyes locked with the golden eyes of the mysterious figure. His hand tensed up slightly. This man was a dangerous one indeed. He could see it clearly, in his body language. This was a man who knew every muscle, a man of confidence in his skill and a confidence earned. He kept his eyes focused on those golden orbs, ready for any sign of movement. If this man wanted a fight, he could have it. With the glory of the Triumvirate at his back, Johannes would cleanse the impurity of his soul if needed.

But it seemed the three had not decided these two would clash this day, as suddenly tension fell away when the man suggested the two might have a similar objective. With a grunt Johannes showed his disdain at the suggestion whatever had done this might have been a god.

“Gods? Doubtful. If whatever did this was truly a god, I highly doubt we’d find remains by this point. But you are correct in assuming I seek the destruction of this foul being.”

Johannes returned his gaze to the other man. Trying to discern a motive. He had the poise of a well-trained man, a man used to killing. Johannes had no doubt it was something he had gotten very good at over the years. If they truly sought the demise of the red-headed man, then perhaps he could prove useful. Johannes nodded at the figure, still trying to size him up, his eyes scanning for hidden weapons in the folds of the man clothing. Johannes had seen figures like this before. Brutal murderers, slayers of man. Contract killers. Most could be dismissed as little more than thugs in black cloaks. But this man, this man was the real deal. The ultimate culmination of that profession. Sinful though that profession might be, slaying a false god was more important than eliminating a mere contract killer, surely the Triumvirate agreed.

“Tell me, stranger. I see in you a soul drenched in darkness, yet you are on this same righteous path as I. For that, you have earned a small measure of respect. I would know thy name, so should you succeed, I may honour it, and should you fall on this, the most holy of quests, I might carve it in your tombstone.”

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Athos was unable to help the dry chuckle from escaping his lips at the noble knights words. He slowly began to pace away from their stand off and circled the room, taking his eyes off the knight, seemingly unconcerned and to instead the surrounding bodies. His eyes scanned them and noticed the same horrific burning of those outside yet these poor sods had the unfortunate fate to be roasted alive in their own armor like feast ducks in a steam pot. Their flesh stuck to the sides of their armor and dripped down to the floor in a pool of human grease.

"Righteous?... If you say so."

Athos said sarcastically as he knelt down beside one of the knights and tentatively put his fore and middle finger tips to the metal before quickly withdrawing them in surprise.

"Still warm..."

He muttered more to himself than the paladin. Whatever magic did this it was inconceivably powerful. To leave behind destruction such as this and residuals that even now linger, this was no mere mage, not even an arch sorcerer could conjure such magic, at least none that he'd ever heard of.

Finally Athos stood and turned back to the paladin with his name as requested.

"I am Athos Lorio."

He said flatly with a short nod.

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Johannes observed the cloaked man as he walked through the church, or what was left of it. He had trouble reading this individual and the experience was rather upsetting. Johannes decided he did not like this man, then and there. He also came to the realization that it was doubtful this man was send here by the will of the Triumvirate. In a way, Johannes was thankful for that, to think such a man would be sent by the will of the three bothered Johannes in more ways than one.

"I am Athos Lorio."

Johannes looked up slightly as he was awakened from his introspective exercise by the voice of the cloaked man. It was not a name he recognized, not that Johannes had expected differently. A man so capable in hiding himself would probably prefer obscurity to infamy. Johannes nodded slightly in response to the man.

“I am Johannes de Witte, holy knight of the Black Cross order.”

Upon saying that Johannes moved for the exit of the church. He wanted to leave this man here and forget all about him. But unfortunately, Johannes lacked the necessary skills to properly track the red haired man. Upon reaching the exit of the church, he turned back to Athos.

“Tell me, have you found any clues as of the location of whoever did this?” Johannes posed his question firmly, to the point it was almost forceful. He wasn’t ashamed to admit he lacked the skill to track this man, each had their own set of skills and to desire more than what the three had given was a sin. Still, he disliked having to ask this man anyway, it left a foul taste in his mouth. But for the sake of his holy quest, he would swallow it down and use whatever source of information he could.

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The killers golden eyes tracked the knight as moved to leave. The introduction was short, curt even. His peace said he moved to leave, rid himself of the stain the assassins presence no doubt caused on his clean holy world. The ridiculousness of this knight and all like him sickened Athos, it always had and undoubtedly always would. This man was no different, better to fail nobly than succeed questionably for any who was not like them was a sinner and therefore not fit to breath the same air as them. A minor fantasy of Athos slitting the knights throat played in the assassin's mind before the paladin's voice snapped him from his day light dreaming.

The dark smile that had etched its way onto his face faded as Johannes did something Athos would have considered impossible for one of his ilk, he asked for help. Obviously restrained and not without some hesitation but there it was. A saint asking the aid of a sinner, in the burned out ghostly remains of a church none the less. The moment would have been beautiful if it was not so absurd. Athos tilted his head ever so slightly as he took a step toward him, as if he didn't truly believe what he was hearing.

"I may have answers, answers those bathed in holy light may be blinded to for they do not inspect the darkness close enough and risk sullying their frocks. Yet..."

Athos said stepping towards the big man quizzically. This man was not so different then all the rest. Big, brave, bold and strong yet his ignorance crafted through religion had a single chink in that shield of stupidity, this one was intelligent enough to see that even the best of men needed help at times.

"I'm surprised you would be interested in hearing them if they do not come from scripture or the words of some old crone draped in white."

Athos' words were scathing for sure, most of what spewed from his mouth was overly harsh and blunt yet there was and always has been truth in them. The overly faithful, in Lorio's experience, were hardly ever interested in the truth. Completion of their holy quest was all that mattered, regardless of the truth of what they were asked to do. Burn the village full of heretics, whether the people within were wicked or not for it is not their place to question only to serve. Past experiences aside this man may be, at least to some degree, different.

"I can tell you that of the living arch mages, dark sorcerers and high wizard masters no single one could have accomplished the feat we see here. The residual effects of their magic lingers to such a degree I'd be hard pressed to believe that it could be done by any who now walk Drevair. So unless the dead soul of one of the fallen Mage Lords now walks this earth we are dealing with an obscure magic user, one that astoundingly is self taught or otherwise schooled in the dark arts."

Athos spoke, before turning away and stepping past Johannes to stand just outside the door way, looking out onto the ruinous remains of Bergsadt.

"I can tell you that what was done did not happen at the hands of one but two. There was another, this one wielding not flame but song. A song that fills the mind with dread and panic, one that must have made it impossible for the villagers to flee or fight. A death song... a ballad of doom."

Athos' voice trailed off for a moment as he recalled Faleen's words, spoken to him only an hour earlier. Her body was no doubt still smoldering in the ash and soot. The assassin closed his eyes and forcibly willed the girls face from his mind before speaking again.

"I can also tell you that I can track them if we...."

Athos voice froze in his throat as his eagle eyes caught something in the distance, just on the exterior of the village. Two figures, one masculine in stature, the other definitely feminine. A fire lord and a musician perhaps?

"We are not alone."

Athos said darkly as his eyes locked onto the faceless figures in the distance, already his deadly brilliant mind was working out the best way to reach the figures and end their lives before they could even react. His posture, the way his eyes seemed fixed on the figures in the distance were entirely predatory. He was ready to kill, but was the paladin?

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She had gotten the mans attention, he looked nice enough. Probably mourning someone he had lost, at the thought of this Valeria felt stupid. Now that she was closer she could see him closer, he seems like a human noble, he has the appropriate attire for it. But there was something...inhuman about him as well. But then again it might of been the scent and aura of death around them, so she decided not to bring up the subject just in case he would of been insulted. Valeria pushed back a brown wisp of hair and was about to introduce herself, when the blonde man had spoken instead,

"I'd bid you a good day, but it hardly seems like one," He had said, nodding in the direction of the razed town. He then stood up and dusted off any ash that was on his clean attire. "But still, well met. There are many shady folks roaming around. Scavengers as they are, they would gladly assault the living given the chance. This is not a good place for a delicate lady."

Valeria was somewhat annoyed at this remark, but decided to reply in a nice tone, "Yes, death has made its mark on this place. And I think I am more than capable of defending myself, for I Valeria Marietta am on a miss-..." She had stopped in her speech suddenly, as she felt like she was being watched. Like her magical aura was being penetrated by the eyes of a hawk. She didn't want to alarm the blonde man, she had to turn around and try to see where the eyes were coming from. So she gave out a forced chuckle and said, "Well, if you don't mind me. I need to get going..." She bowed awkwardly and began walking swiftly away, almost turning into a slight run. She had went behind a large crumbled wall, out of the sight of the man and almost every ruin around. There she stood, gripping to the wall like silk to wet skin. She had succeeded, the thought of being watched was gone, she was somewhat safe behind the crumbling stone ruin. She had noticed that her silk robe, and skin was almost fully covered in soot, at this she sighed and began brushing herself off with a delicate touch.

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Johannes frowned slightly as the cloaked man’s knife of words reappeared, once more stabbing quickly and potentially lethally, for lesser men. It was a wasted effort on the man’s part, but Johannes slowly but certainly began to feel an urge rising up from deep within him, an urge to bash this man’s teeth out. He gritted his teeth as Athos’ vocal onslaught of cynicism and foulness continued, even as he slowly gripped his sword tighter. It wasn’t until the man started dealing in facts of what occurred here that he realized the knife of words had found a chink in his armour and drawn blood. With a soft sigh he sheathed his sword and turned his full attention to the man.

A slight tinge of nervousness crawled up his spine at the mention of arch-mages. Their kin was best avoided, if only for their continued refusal to aid the great faith. Nonetheless, even the Triumvirate Faith knew enough to be wary of their powers. In a way, it made the man’s theory that this could not have been perpetrated by their living kin all the more shocking. It had been Johannes’ first inclination that it was a renegade of their kind that had done all of this. He had to resist the urge to spit on the ground, especially since he was still wearing his helmet.

Yet, the shocked revelations did not end there. The Triumvirate spoke of only one man, the one with fiery red hair. Johannes had perused the transcript of the heretic who witnessed the event, but it made only one mention of that men. Perhaps there was a mention of music, but it would have been dismissed as the ravings of the mad, justly so. The demented and heretical often heard things that had no presence in reality. The man continued and a slight grin appeared on Johannes’ face as Athos mentioned he could track them. Not send by the three perhaps, but no less useful for it. After he found the red haired man and delivered the just and holy punishment that man deserved, he could always knock this man’s teeth out for suspicion of heresy afterwards.

"We are not alone."

Johannes’ smile faded as soon as it had come and in a single smooth motion Johannes’ sword left its sheath once more. With careless abandon and filled with holy fervour Johannes followed the man outside and looked around eagerly. Yet, he saw no one. What senses had his man that he could detect beings not even within sight? The mysteries of the cloaked man kept piling up, although Johannes was now certain he held more than a prodigious talent for hiding himself and murder.

“I see no one, but I shall believe you for now. Tell me, do you sense the unholy perpetrator of this tragedy? Lead me to them, so I may smite them in the name of the Triumvirate.”

Johannes spoke, making an effort not to sound too eager to murder whoever Athos had detected and mostly failing.

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Athos' eyes had never left the figures in the distance, even as Johannes spoke the assassin's gaze tracked their movements. He watched as the female broke off, taking cover behind a wall. The killer had to suppress a chuckle at the sight. The slayer of kings and high priests, the shadow of death, the no where man, bested by a simple free standing wall. This one was none too bright and certainly not the being he and the paladin pursued. The other followed after her shortly, it was unclear from this range whether he was foolishly attempting to hide as well or if he was serving as a shield to her and merely moving in to safeguard. Finally ready to make his move Athos turned to Johannes.

"I would lead but you would not be able to follow sir knight. You cannot follow what you do not see."

Athos turned looking once more in the direction of the two figures seen only to him.

"I cannot lead you and hope to make use of the element of surprise, you will need to follow only my words..."

A ruinous smirk etched its way on his face as he turned back to Johannes.

"Have faith."

A light chuckle paused his words before he causally began to go over the route the knight would need to find what the assassin already located.

"You will walk along this line here, do not waiver. You will serve as the sword, I will be the dagger. Trap them between the two of us and there will be no escape. If they attack you head on you will strike from the front, I will come up from behind as the knife in the back. If they seek to flee I will be on them before their feet leave the charred ground of Bergstadt. If they seek to hide then they will die in the darkness."

Athos took a step away from the paladin, ready to vanish at a moments notice, but paused to inform Johannes of one final thing.

"I am not convinced these are our killers but there is only one way to be certain."

And with that he vanished, cloaked once more in an air of invisiblity, completely absent from sight to any and all, Athos teleported around the wastes, quickly circling the duo. Johannes moved swiftly and with purpose along the route Athos outlined. His magnificent blade in his hand he seemed unafraid of whatever he may encounter. It wasn't long before the assassin, watching from unseen shadows, noticed that the two individuals had caught sight of the paladin moving in on their position. One appeared to be of nobility, or at least dressed like one. An elf, male, with golden blonde hair and exquisite cloth. Athos' eyes focused on him, curious what one of his ilk would be doing out here without company. His predatory gaze flicked to the female at his side. Young, beautiful, bountiful in her assets and draped in next to nothing. The harlot could very well be his concubine, a courtesan picked up from one of the neighboring settlements for a little business but to bring her to the remains of a ghost town made no sense. So the noble and the whore now found themselves standing before the holy, indignation of the massive paladin Johannes de Witte who now spotted them, closing the distance.

Athos watched from the shadows, hands on a dagger ready to burrow it in one of their spines should they move. He would allow Johannes to address them and discern who they were and what they wanted. Not until he was certain they posed no immediate threat would he step fourth into the world of what was visible and make his presence known.

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Valeria was eager to get the mess off of her robes, this is the only this that she had to wear, she couldn't walk around in nothing, what would people think? That she was just a harlot, frolicking from town to town looking for work? No she was a proud Arch-Sorceress of the Society of the Golden, and she is a force to be trifled with! But with all the magic in the world she couldn't seem to get rid of terrible soot that coveted her robes. Why is this happening? she had thought, sighing deeply, first it was trying to escape those brigands who wanted to take her purity, that is how she got in the forest in the first place. Now this is happening. She had closed her eyes and wished that she was back at the Castle Dawn. Where the stone halls were filled with heat provided by the fire elementals under the control of the Fire Mages. Where in the Great Hall the sun shone through the coloured glass depicting the history of the Society. Some nights, her aunt would allow all the young girls to gather in the great hall, and it was filled with plush pillows and blankets. She wish that she was home, where her friends were. But no, her Aunt had received a letter from some people from the Triumvirate faith or something. That is when Valeria began to wonder, why would worshippers of Sia take orders from the Triumvirate faith? It just didn't make sense, neither the less Valeria had got given a duty, and she will fulfil her goal by any means necessary.

She had taken a deep breath and opened her eyes to see the blonde man she had seen before, "That's not going to come out easily. In fact, I'm afraid you may have ruined your - dress? - completely," he had said, seeming sympathetic for her. The man had reached into his pocket and pulled out a white handkerchief, "But you should at least wipe your face with this," he added, handing the handkerchief to her. Valeria took the handkerchief and and started to wipe away at her face, feeling the delicate touch of the soft cloth. She had lifted the handkerchief from her now roughly clean face and gave it back to the man. "I apologize if I hurt your feelings earlier. I did not mean to question your capability." The man had said with a soft smile. "I was merely expressing concern for your safety. Bandits always attack in numbers, and, without experience facing multiple opponents, even the most capable of people may find themselves overwhelmed."

Valeria had suddenly realised how apologetic the man was and began to speak, "I should be the one to apologize, being out here is suddenly a new experience for me. As for the way I acted just a few moments ago, I must apologize, for you are the first of the...opposite gender for I have had the pleasure of speaking to." her speech became more womanly and adult other than the way she had spoken before. It was true, he was the first man she had spoke to, well he wasn't her type of male to be true. She always wanted a knight in shining armour to sweep her off her feet, like in the story books that her mother used to read.

"You are here to investigate what happened in Bergstadt, are you not? In that case, I believe we could help each other." The man had said, still keeping that smile of his. She nodded in agreement, for that was her mission. To put to justice for what monster did to these people.

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Johannes followed the assassin in silence, his mind focused on the task ahead. He disliked the idea of ‘having faith’ in a man as devoid of faith as this one, but he did as he was bid nonetheless, while faith was reserved for the gods, he could trust this man. In this instant at least, he was not as foolish to assume he could trust this man in general. So Johannes followed vague directions and the sound of a voice. It was harder than he had expected, to follow a man he could not detect unless the man willed it and he found himself nearly getting turned around once or twice, but he marched on relentlessly nonetheless. Divine punishment needed to be eked out.

Only the consideration from Athos that this pair were not likely to be his target cooled his temper somewhat, but he still kept his sword in his hand, just in case. Wisely so, he reflected, as the two finally came within sight. He slowed his steps somewhat and pulled himself up to his full height, taking a few steadying breath before approaching the two.

What he saw both confused and disgusted him. At first sight, he could only see a nobleman with a soot covered women, an unusual sight, but not a fearfully strange one. It was only after he approached a few steps further and got a good look at them that Johannes felt there was something very off about these two. The noble was perhaps expectedly well-dressed and of a pale complexion. But the woman was dressed as a harlot, which in and of itself was perhaps not strange either, harlots existed, Johannes knew, displeasing though the knowledge was.

But to find a harlot here, in the ruins of a town, days after the attack that destroyed had taken place was very odd. By now all towns around Bergstadt should have heard the news and no harlots would attempt to travel here to ply their trades. This woman was nothing short of highly suspicious, not to mention shameful. Johannes could feel a slight burn on his cheeks just by looking at her, her shame infected him as well, it seemed. Johannes eyes narrowed on her as he slowed his steps to a standstill, a respectable distance away from the pair. No doubt he had already been noticed by this point, but he didn’t care. He would not approach this woman carelessly.

He had heard of cultists often dressing their female members in such a fashion to draw the sharp mind away from their true calling. Or perhaps she was a succubus and the nobleman an innocent who was turned into her thrall by dark powers. The scriptures were clear what a knight of the Black Cross order his calling was when faced with creatures so suspicious. Although these circumstances were unique, to say the least, he would still follow the scriptures. Drain them off all information that may lead to other heretics, then slay them. Johannes gritted his teeth as he stepped forward and pointed his sword at the pair.

“State thy business on hallowed ground, dark one. Pray that it stays my sword from cleaving your head from your shoulders.” He allowed his deep voice to boom over the open space between them and from the slits in his helmet narrowed eyes stared them down, burning with the desire to destroy the heretic and demon where they stood.

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Valeria spoke similarly to how she ran and hid a minute ago: rather clumsily. She explained herself a moment later, saying the elf was the first man she had ever met. That was a bit surprising. He knew that her order, whatever it was called, didn't accept men. But for her to have never seen one, she had to be born into it, or at least taken at a very young age, before she could remember her parents, and sheltered from the world outside. That made him wonder how they avoided dying out: as far as he knew, it still took a male and a female to make children. Or was she a special case?

He gave an uncertain nod to that revelation. He wasn't sure how to best handle such an unusual person, so he would behave as normal. At one point he considered offering her his coat, but she didn't seem conscious about her revealing clothes. Satisfied with her agreement to mutual aid, Kain was about to introduce himself and ask for whatever information regarding Bergstadt she possessed. Unfortunately, the people he sensed moving weren't simply passing by. In fact, they found him and the girl quickly and without a single wrong turn.

Things escalated pretty quickly, that was what Kain thought first. It was amusing, in a way, and certainly more interesting than his average day. One minute he was following a very confused and somewhat bratty girl through the ruins and offering his condolences over her ruined clothes, the next he had a huge armor-clad man point an equally large blade at him, with someone else lurking nearby. It was likely the assassin - as he assumed from the fact he remained hidden - from before.

He recognized the large man as a knight of the Triumvirate, just like anyone who hadn't been living under a rock would. For a moment, the elf thought about where the man approached from and looked around the ruins. With a frown he realized that these two were probably the ones he sensed earlier. While their intentions were questionable, they were definitely not marauders. He didn't care about their identities that much, but he hated being wrong. Besides, in front of him stood the man of Triumvirate he was hoping to find for information before, but he lost his chance to greet the knight on his own terms.

"Typical Triumvirate, really." He said under his breath before facing Johannes. Knowing his own nature, Kain assumed the man was talking to him specifically. Him being an elf was also a factor, and the angle he was going to play. Unfazed by Valeria's choice of clothes, he hadn't considered how a chaste and 'holy' man could react to it. "I have no obligation to answer a murderer of women and children." He said with as much scorn as he could muster. The Triumvirate had some very bad history with the elves and other 'lesser' races.

"Unlike your kind, elves respect all life. I came here to search for the one responsible for this tragedy and see that it never happens again." The blond explained his purpose nonetheless. It was all calculated, of course, the initial provocation and the contradictory fallback. His words weren't completely true, but allies were not made by revealing your intentions. "I assume you are here for a similar purpose." He paused. "The being that did this is not something you or I - or anyone for that matter - can handle alone." Kain glanced at Valeria as he said that.

"This is bigger than the history of our peoples..." He said through his teeth, like a true elf. "I can forget about the past for the sake of the future. Can you do the same?" He didn't extent his hand towards the armored man or anything, but the offer was clear enough: to join forces for the greater good. He made no mention of the assassin that followed Johannes. Perhaps the knight was not even aware of his presence. More importantly, the elf couldn't pinpoint his location. He felt he was close, but his position was unclear, constantly shifting. He wouldn't be able to neutralize the assassin like this, so for now, he choose to simply be vigilant.

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Karvilus and Kalson made their way through the blasted ruins of Bergstadt, searching any intact houses or particularly gruesome scenes for clues. In the end, all they'd found was more hatred for the culprit, along with a fair helping of nausea and pity for the deceased. "Still hope that red haired son of a bitch doesn't have any friends," said Karv. "Dealing with one of these things is already looking to be a nightmare, but more's just going to add further complications." "We'll find a way," said Kalson in his reliably thick accent. "There's go'a be a way. Nothin's impossible, all y'need's the proper amount o' effort and desperation." "Heh, words to live by right there," replied Karv. The two wandered around a bit more, before happening across a strange sight. It appeared a rather tense conversation was taking place between a giant of a man and two smaller individuals, a man and a woman. Seeing this as a potential clue, Kalson and Karv went to go investigate.

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The assassin watched and listened with wicked glee in his golden eyes. The elf, so full of scorn for the holy knight amused Athos immensely. The whore fell silent, no doubt frightened by the authoritative bark of Johannes. There was something about the courtesan that made Athos question her profession. While she seemed to be incapable of hiding her womanly bounty from the world she didn't carry herself like a common street walker. Instead of flaunting her assets through seduction and sass she seemed timid, frightened, even child like in her posture and the way she allowed the elf to speak on her behalf. Perhaps the whore was no whore after all.

Athos turned his attention back to the elf as he silently slipped his dagger back into it's sheath deciding that he would not take the noble's life after all. His words made logical sense, something Athos had been thinking himself. This danger was indeed bigger than one race and would require multiple gifted individuals to fell beings with such power. Though the bit about elves respecting all life did make him shake his head with a silent laugh. Athos, perched on his vantage point, just above the elf and his companion he caught sight of three approaching individuals. A dwarf judging by the stocky short size of him, what appeared to be another elf, and an armored warrior.

Athos squinted before teleporting closer and stalking the small group, examining the individuals closely. The dwarf was of average height and build for one of his race. He was encumbered with numerous trinkets, gizmos and devices the likes of which Athos had never seen. A true tinkerer yet it was the construct that truly caught the eye of the assassin. Mistaken for an armored warrior at first before closer observation revealed him to be metal automaton born of magic and science. Apparently this dwarf's ever vigilant guardian. A gifted inventor and mechanical genius to be found in a dwarf was truly a rare find indeed, should he be added to the group he would make a significant force multiplier.

The other was obviously an elf judging by his typical elven good looks, the only feature to mar his otherwise flawless skin was a cross patterned scar hidden behind a leather eye patch. This elf was tall, even by elven standards with an athletic build without being bulky. Yet it was the way he carried himself that stood out to Athos. A swagger that exhumed arrogance and skill. The bow and quiver on his back designated him as an archer and by the overly confident way he seemed to strut at the dwarf's side he was no doubt one of great skill or at the least, believed himself to be. While Athos was quite gifted with a bow a true marksman could come in handy.

Teleporting back to the knight, the noble and the harlot Athos seemed to appear as if out of nowhere, no doubt startling the young woman whom he was now standing directly behind. Free from his shroud of invisibility the assassin seemed to step fourth from the young woman's shadow itself, a killer wreathed in dark armor. Athos mused at the fear he induced in others, even when it was only short lived.

"Gentlemen, milady..."

Athos said in greeting as he slowly stepped around the young woman like a hungry panther circling a gazelle. His golden eyes seemed to track the woman as she stood amongst the others knowing full well she was the most unsettled by his presence. The noble seemed calm but defensive. Johannes looked ready to skewer them all. The woman on the other hand, her curvaceous frame even more alluring up close, just seemed out of place in such dangerous company. Athos moved to stand between the elf and the paladin, preventing one from lunging at the other directly as he spoke.

"Would either of you be expecting further company? A dwarf and another elf perhaps?"

Athos asked causally as he folded his arms across his chest and nodded in the direction the pair would appear from only moments later.

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She had given her truthful speech, as the man answered with an uncertain nod. She was quite calm with their mutual agreement, now she wouldn't have to do this alone. The man looked as though he was about to say something before stopping again. He was obviously feeling something that he did before, that Valeria wasn't. Maybe this man was a bit...soft in the head? Almost instantly Valeria felt a presence behind her and spun around quickly. “State thy business on hallowed ground, dark one. Pray that it stays my sword from cleaving your head from your shoulders.” There was a shining sword aimed at her head, wielded by towering man, with the armour of the Black Cross Order. An Order that she had learnt about when she was 16, a group of knights or something, the memory was vague, probably because the lesson was boring. Her education did not focus on the Triumvirate Faith. But on the Mother, Sia.

"By Sia's light, stay your sword knight!" She had said out of pure quickly, raising her hands, taking a few steps backwards, now beside the blonde man. She had thought that the man directed his say at her, she now realised it may be a sight of a young woman to wear next to nothing, as an evil harlot of some sorts. She heard the blonde man say under his breath before approaching the knight, "Typical Triumvirate, really," He seems rather angry or annoyed now, losing his smile he had given her before. "I have no obligation to answer a murderer of women and children. The man had said, Valeria was confused by this. Wasn't knights supposed to be helpers of the weak and poor? Or was something deeper at hand here? "Unlike your kind, elves respect all life. I came here to search for the one responsible for this tragedy and see that it never happens again." Then it hit her, that is why she had felt some weird vibes from the man, he was an ELF! She no quarrel with elves, in fact there were a couple back at Castle Dawn, they were really connected to the earth magic actually. Then the elf had continued, "I assume you are here for a similar purpose." The man gave a brief pause, "The being that did this is not something you or I - or anyone for that matter - can handle alone." He gave her a short glance. As she nodded in agreement, putting her hands down, feeling safe behind the Elf.

She felt someone behind her, their presence was close as she could feel their body heat emanating from their bodies. She turned around to see a man standing directly behind her clad in light armour, the armour of an assassin of some sorts. His mouth was covered leaving golden eyes darting across her figure like a hungry beast, this caused her to gasp and flinch backwards, almost bumping into the elf. Now they were surrounded by a knight and an assassin, what if the knight has gone rogue and teamed up with the assassin to take the innocence of young girls?! She wanted to run, but there would be no doubt that the masked man would be able to catch up to her and TAKE HER PURITY. She had shaken her head, trying to get the scarring images out of her delicate mind and stood frozen still, squirming as the man looked her over.

"Gentlemen, milady..."

He began to circle her slowly like she was some meat ready for a tiger, she stood still trying to forget his gaze. He stopped in between of the Elf and the Knight, probably to gain their attention. She turned around slowly to look at the group, trying to avoid looking at the assassin. "Would either of you be expecting further company? A dwarf and another elf perhaps?" the man folded his arms, and nodded over at a spot behind them.

Mustering up all the courage she possesses Valeria replies, as kindly as she can, "No we aren't, and we weren't really expecting a knight shouting accusations and an assassin to appear out of thin air either." She had said, crossing her arms across her chest.

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The woman’s response told Johannes all he needed to know. A heretic. A foul believer in that sinful demoness known as Shia. He should’ve known really. No decent woman would ever wear such revealing frocks. Johannes took a step forward, he would first slay the woman and then the nobleman, just to be sure. But before he could begin his charge, the nobleman spoke. He spoke of Elves and duplicity on the part of the holy faith. What was it today with cutthroats and less beings criticizing that which they had no comprehension off? Were they truly so small-minded that none of them understood the glory and holiness of the Triumvirate?

Such mental exercises were left for the scholarly priests, it gained Johannes nothing considering the words of some Elf. Too powerful to handle alone? Hah! Perhaps for some wispy Elf that lacked conviction, which, Johannes realized, was likely all of them. Johannes rolled his shoulder slightly and leaned forward a little, ready to charge down and sent these heretics to their rightful place. Right as he was ready to rend both asunder, Athos appeared out of the shadows. Johannes had forgotten about him. The cloaked man spoke, although Johannes had trouble making out the exact words. But he did know the cutthroat had purposefully placed himself between Johannes and the pair, clearly he didn’t wish for Johannes to slay the pair where they stood.

For a moment Johannes entertained the thought of just cleaving through all three of them and be done with this entire aggravating affaire. Yet, the mention of a Dwarf and another Elf stayed his hand. How distasteful, it seemed that the entire world of Drevair seemed intent on annoying him today. Yet, it wasn’t until the woman spoke that Johannes could feel the irritation boiling over. Accusations?! The nerve of this succubus!

“Accusations! How dare ye! What am I supposed to think, with you dressed as a harlot gallivanting around in the ruins of a town with some wispy Elf! No decent woman would do such a thing! This is all your fault for being so suspicious!”

Johannes answered the woman, far more forcefully than he had intended. He could feel his cheeks burning and made an effort to avert his eyes from the woman. Truly, the nerve on this wench. With a grunt Johannes realized that any charge on his part at this point would most likely be useless, the element of surprise and his righteous anger lost. Johannes collected the pieces of his self-control that weren’t shattered by the succubus and turned to Athos.

“What of this Halfer and his tree-hugger friend? Truly an unholy union if ever there was one. Don’t tell me they are the pair who did this?”

Johannes spoke through gritted teeth, slowly feeling his earlier irritation return. He wondered who was the most aggravating, between the Elf with his idiotic misconceptions and poorly contrived lies, Athos, who was fairly similar but somehow more distasteful for being human, he should know better really, and the woman in her enticing garbs, so quick to tempt him away from his vows.

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Athos looked at Johannes with a mild smile beneath his mask. The knights reaction to the young womans simple response was so flustered and full of furious indignation Athos couldn't help but chuckle. Athos began to think that this paladin had never actually spent any length of time with anyone not of his faith. While not entirely uncommon among the armored and blessed it did make for interesting conversation. Especially when the faithful were forced to endure the company of thieves, beggars, harlots and all around questionable folk.

"Ah... quaint but no, big man. No I think our late arrivals are others such as ourselves."

Athos said before his eyes drifted back to the sultry curves of the scantily clad young woman whose name was still a mystery.

"Or perhaps traveling rapists come to plunder any bountiful young maidens they may happen across. And you certainly are bountiful aren't you?..."

His words were full of implication yet cold like the voice of a night prowler. Athos' cruel jest was aimed at the young woman's already shaky composure. Athos was already thoroughly enjoying scaring her with ugly truths.

"Fortunately for you you're not alone, isn't it a knights duty to safeguard the helpless and all that? Or does that only apply to the faithful who are helpless? I can never keep it straight, such much hypocrisy in one organization it can be difficult at times."

Athos said as he put a finger to his chin, feigning thought as he joked at the paladin's expense. A dark grin on his face he lowered his hand and folded his arms over his chest once more.

"In any case, they're not far and headed this way. The dwarf has a construct companion, if it is his construction the tinkerer could be of some use. If he's skilled enough to create the semi-sentient than he should have some ideas on how to kill a god."

Casually leaning his back against the wall Athos continued in a relaxed tone as if the whole business of having this conversation was not only boring but wasting his time.

"The elf is an archer, time will show if his skill merits the title. Carrying a bow does not make you an archer anymore than... dressing in finery makes you a noble."

His eyes flicked to the supposed noble elf knowingly as if Athos implying something only known to the assassin and the elf. While Athos had spent most of his time since making his presence known letting his eyes drift over the young womans curves that went on for days he had actually been paying close attention to the elf as well. He carried himself like a man without fear. While many of the nobility acted unafraid due to their supposed power their wealth afforded them there was a difference between pretending to be unafraid and truly not knowing fear. This man knew not fear even in such company. Being this close to the paladin alone should concern the elf given their species history with the Triumvirate yet he seemed completely relaxed, almost disinterested in the knight. Something was certainly different with this man, Athos merely needed to discover what that was.

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As Karvilus and his new found dwarf and automaton companions gained ground towards the strangers, he squinted towards them at confusion before babbling to the dwarf; "Hang on a second, was that masked fella their before? My wonderful eyes never would miss something obvious as that! After all, I can shoot a fly in a forrest miles away from where I stand! And backwards! Ofcourse he must of been hiding! No man coul- Why hello!"
He cut his words short as his attention was diverted, ignoring the masked man, the Triumvirate soldier, and the nobleman to a rather scantily clad woman with an open chest robe, covered in soot, no doubt for trudging in the burned down city. This fact, why this lady was here, or who were any of the unfamiliar men around her were, was not in the slightest of interest or concern to Karv at this point, He almost immediately picked up his great-bow that was taller than Kalson from his back, and quickly grabbed one of his large arrows out of the quiver, and began drawing it.

He turned to Kalson with the obvious glint of a deadly sin glowering in his eyes as he announced; "My dwarven friend, you might be able to see my terrific abilities first hand! It seems some poor unfortunate lady is being harassed by a nobleman and Triumvirate soldier, not doubt the masked man hired to assist them in causing misfortune to poor beauty. You and your rusting toy give me some back if needs be, though with me on the front line, I doubt it would be necessary." He jogged away from the dwarf a few meters before harmlessly firing the first arrow as a warning shot, embedding itself into the charred ground next to the wall the group was standing at. The elf quickly sprinted at blazing speed diagonally to the left, keeping some distance between him, his new friend, and the unknown 'assailants' of the unlucky woman, and began once again drawing his great-bow.
"Gentlemen, you are currently in the aim of one of the greatest archers that graced the earthly plains of Dreivar! This bow I clasp in my very hands is enchanted, and therefore no mere wooden lump for a simple huntsman, and it is not the only thing that is enchanted! I recommend you all step back from the gorgeous young lady who's beauty would make the Triumvirate tosser here reconsider his religious views, before you all suddenly highly resemble a hedgehog."

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"Idiot."

The words spoken from the lips of the assassin dripped with malice and cruel intent before he vanished from sight. Leaving his compatriots seemingly alone in the cross hairs of the illusive bowman would surely result in their demise. That would be of course if the killer had fled like it appeared he had. No instead of leaving the knight and the noble and the woman alone to be riddled full of arrows Athos appeared behind the elven archer, a dagger pressed to his throat.

"Warning shots are sloppy. Talking that much does nothing but give your position away. But of course as one of the greatest archers that has graced the earthly plains of Drevair you already knew that."

Athos whispered into his ear with a calm yet deadly tone. One wrong move, a single tiwtch would result in the elf's blood pouring out onto the ashen dirt of Bergstadt, adding just one more body to countless dead of the ruined city.

"Now... lower that bow before I spill more than you can spare."

To empahasize his point Athos slolwy applied a slight bit more pressure, the razor sharp blade drew a tiny pin pricks worth of blood cauing it to trickle down the elf's throat.

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Annikar's eyes opened as she heard voices in the far distance, carried along through the empty and otherwise silent town and picked up by her sharpened senses. A smattering of discussion and briefly raised words. Slowing standing up, Annikar made her way through the ruins towards the sounds. She stepped carefully, making sure to make as little noise as possible. Of course her armor and the crunching ash and wood was hardly subtle, but it was enough and she made sure she moved while the voices were speaking.

Creeping up what was left of a house, Annikar crouched behind a scorched pillar and peered at the odd gathering that had formed. Two elves, a dwarf, an automaton, three humans. Curious indeed, but unlikely to be the culprits. She continued to observe, listening to what seemed to be a petty religious quarrel. Further curious still, but ultimately irrelevant to Annikar's goals. There was still the matter of finding whatever had destroyed this town, and she had no time to banter with ignorant crusaders or whatever manner of folk the rest of these strangers were.

Remaining in her hiding spot, Annikar surveyed the rest of the town. The presence of so many strangers would make tracking difficult, but whatever had caused such havoc surely would not leave the same trail as these mere mortals did.