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Kalson Threisker Dorn

"Nothing's impossible, all you need's the proper amount of effort and desperation."

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a character in “Gods of Drevair”, as played by Vinno1234

Description

Name: Kalson Threisker Dorn

Age: 47

Race: Dwarf

Gender: Male

Description:
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Kalson Threisker Dorn has had many descriptors applied to him. "Paranoid". "Impudent". "Crafty Little Bugger," So far, most have proven fairly accurate.
A Dwarf of average build, which in this case is about 4'5" and Stocky, Kalson is a bit of an oddity among the taller people of Drevair. It's well known that not many Dwarves tend to travel around, and as such Kalson finds it hard to stay inconspicuous while traveling about. This isn't helped by the equipment he carries, ranging from obscure literature on the practices of Thaumaturgy and Artifice, to strange Alchemical concoctions, to wondrous devices of nigh-incomprehensible function.

Abilities:

Prepared
If there's anything that Kalson has learned in his time traveling the lands of Drevair, it's that one should never assume they know what's going to happen next. As such, he spends a fair portion of his free time constructing assorted works of artifice to prepare himself for any number of situations he might find himself in. And if he doesn't have an item that can help him out in the situation at hand, he can probably cobble one together given some time.

Ingenious
While not the smartest among Dwarves, he's rarely been matched in cognitive faculty since he set out. Nine times out of ten, he'll be able to out-think his opponent if the need arises.

Servitor
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Drevair can be a harsh place for a man like Kalson, so in his time abroad, he's built himself a bodyguard-construct of sorts that he's named "Dyntan". Dyntan does not speak, but serves well as a warrior of average capability. Dyntan is equipped with a jagged Shortsword inscribed with runes that allow it to become scalding hot to the touch, as well as a strange orb that serves as an invisible shield for Dyntan.

Weaknesses:

Obsessive
When he gets focused on a project or endeavor, it can be difficult to pry Kalson from it. When set upon a path, Kalson will likely follow that path to its conclusion.

Rebellious
Kalson isn't especially fond of most authority figures, and can only barely tolerate bossy individuals on the best of days. If stuck in a situation wherin he would have to answer to an unreasonable superior that forces him to play the Bureaucrat's Game, he's not likely to put up with it.

Oathsworn
While he isn't a big advocate of Dwarven traditions and customs, there is one that Kalson upholds as well as any Dwarf: when Kalson enters into an agreement willingly, he will do his best to follow through on his end of the bargain, and will not, under ideal circumstances, renege on the deal. When Kalson makes a promise, he intends to keep it, even if it means bringing harm onto himself or others who get in the way.

Spontaneous
When he's stressed or angry, Kalson is prone to making reckless decisions.

Unfit
As his area of expertise lies in Academics and Craft Trades as opposed to Physical Labor or Combat, Kalson isn't one to keep up with his exercise outside of walking most places. Coupled with his less-than-healthy dietary habits, Kalson, while not entirely unfit for field conditions, isn't as strong or quick as others.

Personality: Quick-Thinking, Decisive, Intelligent, keeps his end of bargains, likes food, enjoys art and music, doesn't like unreasonable bosses

History/Bio: Kalson Threisker Dorn was born to one of the most prestigious families in the capital city of his homeland, the Dwarven kingdom of Gerrigadref. He was schooled in the ways of Artifice at the capital's grand academy, as his five elder sisters and six elder brothers were. After graduating, he opted to follow his own path instead of helping to run the family's Foundry, where many of the devices that ran Gerrigadref were produced. Instead, he chose a dream that many would deem unreachable: the creation of a vessel that would soar through the sky. While Dwarven society had dabbled in Air Travel before in previous attempts to establish better communication with the surface races of Drevair, Dwarven Society as a whole had all but given up on such pursuits in this day and age, becoming ever more insular. To this end, after having heard of other Dwarven Artificers that had studied such technology, but had either left or been driven out of the homeland, Kalson set out on his thirty-seventh birthday to travel across Drevair in hopes of meeting these scientists and compiling as much information on such a hypothetical creation as he could. In ten years of wandering, eking out a living by selling his wares whenever he needs money, Kalson has made progress in his endeavor, having already started formulating a potential prototype for an engine. He still has a long way to go, but he's confident that he can achieve this goal.

So begins...

Kalson Threisker Dorn's Story

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A dwarf stumbles through the ruins of Bergstadt in shock. He'd been staying with an Uncle, a fellow Vagabond and less than desirable member of Dwarven society, while he visited other Vagabonds in the outlying area, requesting colllaboration for his latest project. He'd been stopping by this town every other month or so for the past four years, and he'd come to consider it a home, or as close to one as a wanderer like him could hope to have. Behind him walked his silent guardian, Dyntan, remaining no more three three feet from him at all times, and ensuring that he come to no harm. But even with Dyntan's presence, Kalson couldn't help but feel uneasy. He heard movement and voices from roads not all too far from his current position. But even knowing that some unknown lurked in the charred wreckage of this town, Kalson was determined to discover his Uncle's fate. He wasn't going to leave him here.

After some time had passed, Kalson reached his Uncle's abode. It was similarly charred and destroyed, but Kalson remembered that his uncle had built a safe room beneath his home in the event that he'd have to hide from some group or person. Kalson eased his way through the wreckage, managing to find a decently stable beam to shimmy down. When he reached the basement, he peered behind a now blackened wall hoping to find that the safe room had indeed worked as intended. However, when he looked, he was greeted with the sight of a burnt frame where a painting used to be, intended to conceal the safe room door, with said door having been thrown off of its hinges, presumably into the safe room, as well as a coppery tang to the air. Knowing that the worst was bound to be true, but insisting that even so, he should do his best to recover the body and give his uncle a proper funeral, return him to the earth so that he needn't suffer the disrespect of the surface or his dwarven kin any longer. He stepped through the saferoom threshold and spoke a word that would activate magical lights in the safe room's ceiling.

He would regret uttering that word for a very long time.

He was now assaulted with a flash of bright red, but after his eyes adjusted to the bright light, he gazed in horror at what had become of his uncle. The entire room had been drenched in gore, radiating from a point where he could only assume his uncle had made one last stand against whatever butcher had seen fit to destroy Bergstadt and all that dwelled there. Confirming this thought was his uncle's severed hand, crushed digits and phalanges gripping tight a pistol whose mechanisms had been warped and bent by intense pressure, the whole hand terminating in a wrist that was now little more than tatters of veins and flesh. Even while his hand was subjected to pressures greater than the dwarven manufacturing presses of his father's foundry, Kalson's uncle clung tight to his black powder pistol, a hoping to strike down whatever monster did this. All of these thoughts wouldn't come to Kalson for some time, though.

At the time, all Kalson could help but do was scream.

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Karvilus Leafgrinder was not happy. Although he was somewhat pleased he managed to nab a tiny scrap of information about the 'gods' he was sent to investigate, the news that both Bergstadt and Kartolheim were annihilated and razed to the ground by a red haired 'god', he was refused to be served in the neighbouring village in the tavern, met with a number of slaps to the face by the local women, and furthermore had to defend himself from some rather zealous watchmen of the Triumvirate faith who thought it was their duty to 'subdue the blight'. To top it all of he had to run all the way out of the village and make his way to Bergstadt on foot.

It simply wasn't going his way today, and cursed under his breath that the only witness was found by soldier of the Triumvirate order, knowing fully well that they'd be branded with heresy. "Knowing my bloody luck, i'll end up at the place with nothing to go on, and everything being ransacked. Huh, be surprised if crows haven't already started pecking at the corpses left.", the elf mercenary grumbled to himself, before giving a frustrated sigh. He knew fully well that the more dubious members of society would have a wonderful opportunity to scavenge on the remainders of a village for anything worth selling, heck, he himself indulged in it a few times thanks to having been hired by less-than-welcomed individuals of society. As he picked up his pace somewhat, he wondered who the red haired god actually was. From what little he knew he might as well of been a baker that went mad, but he knew that such a person would definitely not be called a god. He mused on the possibility of it being a particularly vicious mage of sorts, though merely scratched his head in wonder on what managed to causes such a hubbub in Triumvirate territory. He finally understood why when Bergstadt came into view.

The place was absolutely decimated, the entire area barely anything more than cindered rubble beyond any recognition. As he came into the city itself he saw the corpses that remained in the ashes were little more than half crumbled skeletons, and any flesh left was charred the darkest of black. Nothing looked moveable without collapsing into ash let alone salvage for profit. Karv kept a grim expression on his face as he knew no heartless mage could simply have done this, and wondered if taking up the offer of being hired to find the culprit was a decision that was too foolish. His attention then was diverted to the sudden surprising scream of a man in the distance, to which the elf suddenly sprinted at bewildering speed towards it's source, sprinting among the debris to find a greatly dismayed dwarf clutching a severed hand that was holding a mangled pistol. Normally Karn would be quick to insult a man of dwarven kind as was his way with most he met, especially as elves had little love for their bearded kind, but even he could comprehend the gravity and awfulness of what he saw. He frowned before asking the dwarf gently; "Was it someone you knew?"

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"T'was me Uncle Cryff" Replied the Dwarf in a thick accent helped none by the sobs wracking his voice. "Was stayin' with 'im while I did some work on a project, I was. Left yesterday mornin' on business, came back jus' an hour ago. The whole town's gone, dead."
"I'm sorry for your loss," said Karvilus, attempting to console the sobbing Dwarf. "It must have come as quite a horrible shock. No-one could see this coming out of the blue. I've been hired to investigate some folk I think might be responsible for this, any chance you noticed anything unusual while you were here?" "I'd say the entire situation's soddin' unusual," replied the Dwarf. "But, if y'wan ta get a feel fer the capabilities o' whatever destroyed the town, jus' look in Uncle's basement down there, see wha's happened to the rest o' 'im..."

While finding the request odd, Karvilus complied with a minor sense of dread as to what he'd find in the basement. Once Karv reached the bottom, he spied a bright light emanating from a room toward the other end of the basement, with the remains of a door and a large painting showing that the room was meant to be hidden from sight in case of emergency. With mounting apprehension, Karvilus peered into the room and saw what had become of the Dwarf's uncle. His face now bleached of all color by the gruesome sight and contorted in hate for whatever culprit performed the deed, Karvilus returned to the Dwarf, who was beginning to calm down. "By Yggdrasil's sap, this is... just MONSTROUS... Can't imagine how the poor bastard must've felt..." "No offense," added Karv. "None taken," replied the Dwarf. "I've managed to gather that the guy who did this is a man with red hair and fiery swords," said Karvilus. "And whoever he is, I hope that sick excuse for a god doesn't have any friends."

For a few moments, there was a silence that was broken by the Dwarf.

"Y'know wha' I propose we do?" said the Dwarf as he rose up from the ground, stuffing the Hand and Pistol into a bag with a casualness that made Karv feel a bit uneasy. "What do you propose?" said Karv. "I say we hunt the bastard down," replied the Dwarf, "and gut 'im like a trout." "Well, luckily for you,you may very well be speaking to the greatest Marksman and Mercernary this side of Drevair! See this Greatbow here?" said Karv as he brandished the weapon to display its wondrous qualities. "Enchanted. Tough as a mace, but plenty easy to carry around. Anyway, I don't see why we both can't hunt the fella responsible, but his hair color's just about all we've got to go by, not counting how much of a prick he is. Best not to kill on sight, heard there might be others like him, so we'll need him to confirm it. Anyway, the name's Karvilus Leafgrinder, Karv for short, but you've probably heard of me." "Think I might've hear o' an Elven Archer by the name o' Karv in a few Taverns b'fore," said the Dwarf. "I will say, yer reputation with women leaves sum'n t'be desired, though." "Jealousy is a sad thing," said Karv with a shrug. "My talent may cause rumors, particularly if a lady has more interest in me than whoever's spreading them. Rest assured, I rarely miss my target. And what's your name, my small friend?" "Kalson," replied the Dwarf. "Kalson Threisker Dorn, Seventh Son of Gerrigadref's House of Dorn, Artificer in Exile." Karv is a little bit surprised to learn that the Dwarf is a man of invention, as they rarely travel far from their homeland. "Huh, didn't think that one of your profession would be around these parts. Well, tiny, let's have a look around, see if we can find any clues about the red-haired man." "Arrighty then, jus' lemme get me Construct, Dyntan." Kalson then went around a corner, and remained out of sight for a moment before emerging again with a heavily armored humanoid figure, a few feet taller than Kalson, carrying a glowing knife and a strange metal orb. Karv is startled by Dyntan for a moment, before regaining his composure. He stares at the creature for a while, before asking; "So, who's your walking shield? Quiet guy, isn't he?" "Dyntan's no' a creature o' flesh n' blood like you or me," replied Kalson. "He's a Golem, a man made o' metal, built t'follow orders. Drevair can be harsh on a Dwarf, and me business often takes me t'some places where Dwarfkind isn't looked upon very positively." ""I see what you mean, elves aren't always wanted around in places," said Karv in agreement. "Though, ladies who meet me would surely disagree. At any rate, I've not yet been lynched by any town I've visited. Not successfully, anyway. But, let's get to searching.

And with that, Karv and Kalson set off to investigate the wreckage of Bergstadt.

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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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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.

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Kalson remained behind a pile of burnt rubble with Dyntan, readying his own Pistol should conflict arise, while Karv drew his bow and shouted some declarations of intent. Bloody fool was going to get both of them killed! Karv was demanding that they release some girl the were glaring angrily at, presumably with intent to harm. At least Karv had good intentions. Bit too haughty, though. At that moment in Kalson's thoughts, He heard a soft rustling noise and whispers from an unknown voice somewhere in Karv's general area. He wasn't sure how someone could make it over there so quickly, and without making a bit more noise, but he couldn't dwell on such thoughts for long. He used the unspoken link between Artificer and Creation to command Dyntan to slowly walk out and brandish his Scaldsword. Kalson soon followed suit with his Pistol, and spoke calmly to the stealthy assailant that had now positioned Karv between himself and Dyntan.

"'Ey now, ain't nobody wantin' a fight 'ere. We're just here to search the town, and I be assumin' tha's yer intent 'swell. Please pardon me friend 'ere, he's a bit too proud fer 'is own good, and I must be admittin', you and yer friend over there were lookin' at the wee lass a bit threataninly. But, I be assurin' you that we'll lower our weapons if EVERYONE else'll do th'same."

Now, Kalson was waiting for a response from the assassin.

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A loud and deep groan escaped from Johannes’ throat as the cutthroat was now ready to cut the throat of some elf, which would get Athos shot through the head, good riddance really. For a moment he considered waiting around to see it happen, but no. Johannes had had enough. He had expected this man might be of help, he had thought that perhaps the succubus and the other elf had information. But this was getting him nowhere. With an exasperated sigh he sheathed his sword and moved back towards the burned village.

He had let himself get side-tracked, which was disgraceful in its own way. He was a knight of the Black Cross order, not some bush knight eager for adventure. Truly, if someone where ever to chronicle the great tale of how Johannes slayed the evil red headed man, he hoped this part would be let out. Perhaps he should simply tell no one it had ever happened. He was here on a holy quest and it wouldn’t do to dawdle further. He stretched his back slightly, looked around for a few moments to find the route he had taken before entering.

He spared the gathered people a final glance. The succubus, he now realized, he might’ve treated to harshly. Indeed, even calling her a succubus now was rude of him, but she was suspicious and associating with the likes of Athos had made him more cranky than usual. The elves were as he had expected, idiotic and backwards, they deserved the company of Athos and weren’t worth exerting himself over. The dwarf was inconsequential, as was befitting his race. Johannes nodded once to himself, he had made the right decision to leave the band of misfits here before they further stained his honour.

“I am not regretful to announce we shall part ways here. Clearly I overestimated the use you all might’ve posed for my holy quest. The red haired man is even now turning the innocent to ash and, though the idea is tempting, I have no time to stain my blade with your blood. I wish you all… I shall just say I pray for your souls.”

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The assassin growled as the barrel of the pistol was leveled at his head. He hadn't expected a gun. Guns were a rarity in the world, few had the mechanical intellect required to operate them or the monetary wealth to afford them. Given that this dwarf had crafted his own construct it wasn't hard to assume he could have some form of firearm. Athos should have suspected that. He should have forseen the possibility and been able to avoid this. As it was he was forced to silently curse himself for his stupidity and set his mind to the task of avoiding a hole in the head.

Athos went over the dwarf's words in his head, inspecting them for weaknesses in seconds. It didn't take long to find a few chinks in the verbal armor.

"You say you're not looking for a fight yet you greet with arrows and threats. Strange don't you think?"

Athos said aloud to the dwarf with the pistol, all the while keeping up the pressure on the elf in his grasp. His tone darkened before he spoke again. The dwarf seemed to be a kind soul, one who earnestly didn't want harm to come to the girl or the elf who Athos had restrained. Kindness, was a weakness.

"Oh and don't threaten, you're not in the position to do so. You may turn my head into a canoe but not before I spill this ones blood all over the ash, give him a grin I don't think he'll soon be rid of."

A single look at the assassin, garbed in black with blade in hand and anyone could see he was telling the truth. He meant to kill that elf should the dwarf seek to end him. It would be his final act on this earth if the dwarf forced his hand. A part of Athos almost wished the tinkerer would shoot, shoot and send him to his beloved.

"You may be willing to kill me dwarf but are you willing to cause the death of this elf as well? All for what exactly? Hmm? A misunderstanding? A case of misjudgment?"

Athos words were intellignet yet cold, like the unfeeling numbers of a death toll.

"Me, I'll kill this man. I'll kill him and should I live, sleep welll tonight. What about you master dwarf? Are you willing to take two lives for no good reason?"

The question posed, Athos awaited the dwarfs response all the while not noticing the paladin taking his leave.

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#, as written by Siryn
Bergstadt


A snort of laughter cut into the air as Drevair released two people on the edge of the ruined town. They weren't all that far away from the group that stood bickering with one another. Shra tilted his head off to the side, grinning wildly at them. Mireene watched each of them with a curious look on her face.

"Are these the ones that Kharun spoke of?" Shra asked, his voice wavering between full on hysterical laughter and curiosity. Mireene looked up to him and shrugged lightly, her hand still in his.

"I was... expecting more," she commented softly.

Her brother released her hand and drew his swords, his body shook from his laughter as he eyed them all, "It's a pity they're fighting amongst themselves. Perhaps we should let them kill each other instead!"

Mireene smiled lightly as she withdrew her flute. Shra ignited his blades as he turned his gaze to see one of them starting to leave the group.

"Heat it up, sister," he commanded and then left her side to confront the one leaving. He leveled his blade at the fully armored man, reaching him in a matter of seconds, "Where do you think you're going? Leaving the party so soon?" Shra laughed, swiped his other sword through the air and ignited the entire edge of the town, essentially giving the group no where to go, unless they wished to try to run from him. Shra silently hoped that they would, a chase was always invigorating.

"I'm sorry," her sweet voice called out then she put the flute to her lips.

Mireene's flute started playing, the sweet sound filling the air and with it, the heat grew. Taking from the fires and also the already hot day, she twisted it around in her magic and made the area a sweltering, melting pot. Shra swung once at the large, armored man and then darted away from him. His laughter followed his movement. The god darted right into the midst of the larger group and lashed out at each of them.

Then his eyes settled on the woman. The fire curling along his blades grew larger and he lunged at her, marking her as his first target to kill.

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"I ain't seekin' t'take ANY lives! M'just tryin' t'scare some SENSE into ya! Most people en't fool enough t'keep on doin' whatever 'tis they're doin' when sumun's got a boomstick poin'ed at em'! I'll lower me gun when y'take the knife away from me friend's thro-"

At that moment, Kalson was interrupted by a sudden commotion as a man with red hair and swords aflame swooped in and began attacking the other group. The Woman and the pale Elf managed to dodge away, and the Knight had turned around and was moving to engage the red-haired man. Kalson stared dumbly for a few moments, before becoming imbued with a fury the likes of which he hadn't known since the day he defied his father and set out into the unknown. He commanded Dyntan to charge the red haired man, and Dyntan set off with considerable speed from something so heavily armored, while Kalson stowed his Pistol and retrieved a few other items from his pack that he'd later regret using. He retrieved a Syringe full of a potent substance he was bringing to a local Pugilist as a favor. But that didn't matter now, as the Pugilist was a charred corpse, strung up by his own innared to a lamppost. He injected himself with the syringe and felt his rage amplify tenfold, allowing him to shrug off the pain caused by his admittedly out-of-shape body very suddenly and violently erupting in dense musculature. Before he was completely consumed with rage, he shrugged off his shirt and overcoat, and retrieved a Hull Opener, a large cutting tool meant to dismantle enormous metal constructions. By this time, Dyntan had begun engaging Shra, and the knight was not far behind. With a howl of anger, he charged at Shra, closing the distance much quicker than his dwarven legs should allow, and began to madly hack and swing at the Red Haired Man.

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#, as written by Sench
Kain was already regretting his chosen course of action. Of course, he was regretting his earlier carelessness - when he ignored the two people, assuming they were bandits and of absolutely no interest to him - even more. He should have been the one to confront them, to hold the meeting on his own terms. Instead he allowed himself to be consumed by emotions, mostly frustration, and chose inaction. This was far from the first time he made this mistake, supposedly saving time on a pointless action only to end up in worse circumstances because of it. When was he going to finally learn?

What he said was partially true. The heated words about the Triumvirate and elvenkind were what any sufficiently brave elf would say. That is, provided his people didn't do a face-heel turn sometime during the two or so centuries he avoided all contact with them. Dwellers of the woods, elves did value any life more than humans, especially the brainwashed servants of three 'true' gods. But they valued it differently from said humans, as well, possibly appearing strange or even cruel at times. Nevertheless, they never got to the point of waging 'holy' wars against others.

Except none of that really mattered to Kain, it hadn't for a long time. Unfortunately, he would now have to pretend it did, since he pretended to be a normal elf. Which was, once again, the fault of his carelessness. The knight caught him by surprise, in a way, and he hadn't had the time to think of anything better. Of course, he instantly found another fault with this excuse: he didn't actually have to answer quickly. It was him who rushed with a response where it might have been better to stall for time and devise a different plan. He made some mistakes, but nothing would change from regretting it now. He could always reconsider his decision, but revealing anything about his true self at this point would lead to the worst possible outcome.

"Truly you are a man of virtue, sir knight." Kain smirked. He didn't actually need the knight unharmed to have him 'share' his knowledge. "You threaten to kill an unarmed woman for dressing athwart to your convictions, yet you make merry with an assassin. Who, apparently, talks people to death." He had almost forgotten how annoying mortals could be, with all their self-importance and petty troubles. While he lacked information, the group beside him was completely ignorant of the importance of what happened in Bergstadt. To them, it was just a slaughter of innocents, but he had seen it was much more than that.

The blond considered himself to be a very patient individual. He had to be, or he would have grown tired of life long ago. The question whether he was actually alive or not didn't matter at the time; he moved of his own will and was capable of rational thought, and if that didn't mean he was alive, then nothing would. Of course, he had quite a few interesting things to occupy himself with. He learned everything he could get his hands on. History, languages, other sciences. He lacked the aptitude to succeed in some of them, but he made sure to record everything in his head. What interested him the most were ancient and forbidden magicks. Unfortunately, those were not many.

Even with free access to limitless information, he would have given up on life if he had no patience. He would have fallen into an eternal slumber somewhere he wouldn't be disturbed. But he did no such thing; he tolerated people, the world and his own shortcomings, persevering in his goal. He considered himself very patient, and level-headed. Not fearing death, he was automatically freed of many instincts and emotions that polluted the minds of mortals. Having nobody but himself to care for, he couldn't be pressured. He was not born with a lot of talent, but no mortal could compare to him simply due to his massive experience and knowledge. But even being superior, he could be overwhelmed with sheer numbers. What allowed him to prevail so far were clear judgment and patience.

Then another elf appeared, interfering with arrogance and ignorance that rivaled that of the knight. His boastful gesture was cut short by the assassin, and for a moment Kain thought he would have loved to see the throat of his former kinsman sliced open. But a dwarf interfered, the assassin growled back, someone else started lurking nearby and the walking tin can spouted off some more self-righteous nonsense. The elf considered himself a very patient person, but even he had his limits.

"Enough!" He said, his voice booming and reverberating around the area akin to thunder. "Do you mortals ever cease your senseless bickering?! Here you are, each seeing yourself as this world's future savior, but all of you are completely ignorant of what's really going on here!" He looked around at every other person present. What possible reason could they have to visit this cursed place if not to seek the truth? The alternative was to plunder, but even a blind man could see there was nothing left.

"The creatures responsible for this are completely alien to what we know." He continued in a loud but no longer magically enhanced voice. "Their origin is a mystery, but they defy everything you recognize as natural. Even the laws of magic bend to their will." He made a tiny pause, watching how everyone reacted to his words. "You act so arrogantly when you might not even be capable of understanding just what you are dealing with. You, unthinking zealot, what will you do when a ravine suddenly opens up beneath your feet? And what good will your sniveling do, assassin, when the very air in your lungs turns to flame?" He had intended to point out a glaring fault in Valeria, as well, but so far, she was actually acting rather humbly.

"None of you could hope to slay any of these creatures even if you were to sacrifice yourselves in the process. What if you had to face three at once?" Kain was nearing the end of his speech. He had actually calmed down on the inside soon after he started berating this group, but he was only now lowering his voice to normal. "I loathe to admit it, but even I could only face one of them. Frankly, as it is now, our world is doomed." He decided it was time for a little honesty and despair.

"But it is not exceptional agility, strength or savagery that allowed sentient life to survive and multiply for centuries. Our greatest asset is our ability to adapt. Right now, adapting would be uniting against a common threat that appears set on eradicating all life." Kain said that sentence in a completely calm voice. They needed harsh words and despair to shake them free of their foolishness, and now they needed hope and inspiration in order to do the right thing. "I do not believe us meeting here - all of us - is a mere coincidence. We have all been guided here together, at the same time. Call it divine providence, fate or whatever you want; it matters not. We are all very different, but all of us are rather exceptional." He gave them a few moments to let all that sink in, smiling on the inside. All the talent in the world had nothing on his experience.

"What say you? Will you unite your strength, despite your differences, in hopes of saving all life? Or will you drown in arrogance and die in vain?" Those words, the choice, the final ultimatum was the perfect finishing touch to his previous words. He had gotten their attention, crushed their hopes and lifted their spirits. His words would leave them in a state of confusion, where they wouldn't be able to methodically analyze them all. At that point, were they to be presented with some form of choice, with no hints at a third option, they would be inclined to make it. Kain didn't take any of these people for saints - except maybe Valeria in her childish innocence - but it appeared all of them were driven by good intentions, if misguided. The assassin was the exception, but even he couldn't ignore a threat to his own life.

Almost as soon as he was done talking, the elf's senses alerted him to two new presences in the area. Their appearance was absolutely without warning, much worse than the assassin's. The cloaked man could obscure his position somehow, moving erratically from spot to spot, but his presence was constant. These two simply materialized in that very spot. Ordinary magic was out of the question: even a weak teleportation spell could be felt rather far from the destination, at least by a mage as proficient as himself.

"Make your decisions quickly." He said. "They're here." He saw clearly the red-haired man with twin blades going for the knight first. He didn't look that frightening to a normal person, being neither very tall nor outstandingly muscular. But what Kain felt would throw anyone who still feared death in a stupor. The man's power was enormous, violent, destructive... magnificent. If only he could consume his life, to take this power for himself... then even calling himself a god wouldn't be too arrogant. What if he could consume three of them? Or all of them, if there are more? Three times this much power, coupled with his vast knowledge and experience, and all of Drevair could become his toy to do with as he pleased.

But of course, if he hoped to make this power his own, he could not act carelessly. He needed to watch these beings carefully, learn their abilities, behavior and the best way to dispose of them. And he would certainly need to make use of his potential allies, at least to distract the other creature, if nothing more. His speech earlier may have shaken them up, but it wouldn't earn him their trust. There was only one way to do so, unfortunately, even if it held certain danger. Under different circumstances, he wouldn't permit himself such actions, but in this case, he felt the risk was justified.

As the 'man of crimson' dashed for Valeria, Kain could see him rather clearly. This was no god, only a man imbued with unique power. He was still largely a mystery, but his face betrayed very ordinary, if rather perverse, emotions. And if he was no god, then he could be killed. That was all he needed to know, really. The fake god's main abilities appeared rather straightforward as well; control over fire and martial prowess. He needed no genius strategy to be defeated. The blond stepped forth, conjuring a stream of water to knock back the assailant. Before he could continue, however, the dwarf interfered. It was just as well; the other 'god' appeared more troublesome anyhow.

A magic of different kind caused heat to rise in the area. Kain wouldn't be bothered just as long as it wasn't enough to set him on fire, but he didn't want to reveal his hand just yet. That and he needed to consider the well-being of his 'friends' - it would be pointless to let them die so soon. However, devising a counter-spell for this rather unusual magic would take time he didn't have; someone had to buy some.

"Elf, shoot the other one!" He shouted to the archer, who, during his long introduction, forgot to mention his name. His 'order' would obviously be heard by the red-haired being, and that meant one of four things. He might rush back to protect his comrade; this was unlikely. He might attempt to remove the threat; this was most likely. He might grow angry at the 'leader' and assault Kain himself; this was also likely. Or he could ignore that completely and attack them seemingly at random as before. The blond was prepared to act in the case of the more likely options, while the first was preferable since it would remove the immediate threat for a short time. The last possibility was a bit problematic, but he hoped the people chosen by their respective societies for this mission would be capable enough to not die right away.

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The Knight, somewhat made her angry. It is very rare to see herself angry, but this man...He was an exception. He had taken a step forward and yelled, “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!” His words were harsh, and cruel. She could tell he wanted to spit on her and her religion, but Sia teaches us to be forgiving towards the weak. She did not blame him for his religion, because it is what he truly believes. If he thought that she was a harlot, then that is his choice to think of such things. She wanted to scream at him, saying that he doesn't know who she is, she wanted to burn his helm into a crumbling mess over his skull. But she didn't, because she knew that would be wrong, she would of gone against Sia's teachings, but also she wouldn't forgive herself for harming someone that did nothing to her. She stood there, silent and with her gaze at the ground. She could still feel the knights eyes, staring down at her in shame.

“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?” He had continued, his voice somewhat calmer of how he spoke to her. The assassin answered with a chuckle, probably at the rage of the knight? This made Valeria smile, she lifted her head up and regained herself. "Ah... quaint but no, big man. No I think our late arrivals are others such as ourselves." The assassin had said, eyeing Valeria with those golden eyes again, it may seem stupid but she had gotten used to the man's gaze. Until he spoke again, "Or perhaps traveling rapists come to plunder any bountiful young maidens they may happen across. And you certainly are bountiful aren't you?..." This made her red at her cheeks, just the thought...NO! Stop it Valeria! You musn't think of such things! she had thought to herself. The man had seemed to take joy in telling her such things, this made him more annoying than the knight. So she decided to ignore his honeyed words.

"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." There standing just a distance away was an elf, wielding a bow which was taller than the elf himself and he was ready to shoot. She was flustered, being called 'gorgeous' and 'beautiful' was flattering, but was just something about him that didn't seem right. Something that made her want to run away from the sight of him. In a flash the assassin appeared behind the bowman and held a dagger to his throat saying something which Valeria didn't quite hear. And then a dwarf appeared, he seemed quite clad gizmo's and small trinkets wielding some sort of...weapon? He aimed the device of some sorts to the assassin's head, things were getting quite dangerous and fragile.

Then, the knight started to walk away, saying something before he took a step away, “I am not regretful to announce we shall part ways here. Clearly I overestimated the use you all might’ve posed for my holy quest. The red haired man is even now turning the innocent to ash and, though the idea is tempting, I have no time to stain my blade with your blood. I wish you all… I shall just say I pray for your souls.” Then he started to walk towards the edge of the forest, a lost soul searching for help. Her impression of knights are no longer kept to them being strong, 'defenders of the weak' or chivalrous but sad...

A flaming sword struck at the armour of the knight, he jolted back taken by surprise. Valeria wanted to go and help the knight, but something haunted her from moving. Crimson... she had thought, it was the same man that killed the girl in her vision. But why come back? Then the forest started to light up in flames, and Valeria heard a chilling song in her ears. It was starting to get hot, to hot for her liking. Then the crimson man swiftly made his way into the centre of the group, Valeria quickly regained herself and jumped backwards, barely missing the slashing blade. Red eyes suddenly fixated onto her, she was out into the open, with no one to help her, frozen she stood there as the man came dashing towards her, the look of insanity spread across his face. He was close, then a figure came in front of her, it was the dwarf, but he seemed different, he had abnormal muscles for a dwarf seemed to be full of rage as he began to charge at the man. Valeria was filled with adrenaline and began to run towards the knight, she didn't know why. Maybe she still had feelings for knights, or maybe she just felt safe?

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Fear would have been the appropriate response. Fear and terror, either which would have made sense. To stand before such beings, such forces of nature as this any mortal creature, elf, dwarf, man or otherwise should fall to their knees in terror or flee in panic. Yet as Athos stood taken aback at the sight, releasing the elf in his grip as he did so, he witnessed bravery, strength, strategic thinking born of circumstance, even self sacrifice. The dwarf who risked his own body by injecting himself with a syringe that twisted and contorted his body into some sort of hulking brute form. The woman who rushed to the knights side after he abandoned her and everyone else only moments prior. The noble elf who berated the group with an impassioned speech before barking out sound orders like a battlefield general.

The fear that the assassin should have felt was absent, in it's place was something he had not felt in a very, very long time, hope. These few assembled could do this. They could best these false gods, these men and women who thought themselves divine. Initially that was where Athos drew his courage and self reliance from for this task. The idea of killing a god may seem daunting until you realize there is no such thing as gods. No, this is a truth Athos had known for years and years, fitting he had been hired for this task.

As the primary focus seemed to be on the more dangerous of the two, the fire wielder, Athos turned his attention to the music player. The innocent looking girl peacefully playing her death song on her flute as her ally brought fire and steel to bear. That song, the tune seemed to fill ones minds and fill it with dread. Inaction was easy when panic set in, yet to look upon the Crimson Man he seemed full of vigor and vitality. Perhaps it didn't affect him or worse, did the opposite and made him stronger, in which case...

Athos vanished from sight, stepping into the world of the unseen as only he could. The no where man began to move, silently teleporting across the battlefield somewhat erratically to ensure that by chance if these powerful magic users could somehow keep track of him they would not be able to focus on him for long. The assassin moved like a vengeful spirit, a ghost come for blood. Closer now he came, so near the white haired music player he could almost smell her sweet scent. The tiny woman, petite in stature seemed so innocent, so harmless to be contributing to the utter desolation around her. To see her standing in her pristine white dress in the charred ruins of the burnt city playing her sad song was almost beautiful.

Blade poised ready to strike, death loomed over the musician. The golden eyes of the killer fixed on her as her own eyes were closed and almost serene as she played away on her flute. The unseen hand reached out menacingly, fingers almost twitching with killer intent. The other hand gripped a razor sharp dagger, pulled back ready to burrow into it's victim like the fangs of a serpent. He would let her see him before it was done, he would let her see what death looked like. The hand reached its target and grabbed hold and as his fingers wrapped around the flute he allowed his cloak of invisibilty to melt away revealing for her the horrible truth of her circumstance.

Standing before her, shrouded in black with eyes of gold stood the killer of men, the assassin Athos Lorio. His left hand gripping the flute in the young woman's hands ceasing her playing. His other held his dagger poised to plunge it into her skull.

"Your song of death is beautiful, let me play you mine..."

With that he thrust forward.

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As Karvilus had a knife against his throat with near to nil chance of escaping the assassin's grasp, the elf mercenary decided he should probably do as the masked man said, and lowered his bow, though not without holding his arrow backwards, pointing at the man's nether regions. If he was going to be killed, it would at least bring a smile to his face the fact he would leave the earthly plain by impaling the assassin's manhood with an arrow in hand. Before he could think of a way to bluff himself out of the situation, Kalson was aiming a pistol at the assassin's head, his construct guardian not far behind, to which he grinned in relief. which melted somewhat as he and the assassin began arguing, the man who had a knife against his throat pointing out the dwarf's 'flaws', to which the elf sighed before adding; "Just shoot this son of a b**ch tiny! I'll make it out of this alright, trust me, been in worse scrapes before and came out on top, just one of my multitude of examples of brilliance I suppose."

Before he could add anything to his comment however he met with the puzzling sight of the Triumivirate knight storming off, complaining he was sick of the present company, causing the nobleman, who upon closer inspection was a fellow elf, went into a furious rant against them all, berating them of their arrogance and foolish behaviour. He explained to them all that those behind the destruction of Kartolheim and Bergstadt were not of anything that was known, and everyone would need to cooperate to stand against this menace, to which Karv partly agreed, and then noted; "Wait, so you lot aren't hassling the poor lass who is a picture of perfect beauty here?"
His words fell on deaf ears as the sudden appearance of the two gods occurred right before their eyes, one with red hair and twin blades as described by the survivor, who just unleashed a fiery fury around the area, accompanied by a beautiful petite woman who played a flute, which oddly also made the heat much more unbearable.

Much to Karv's relief, the assassin decided to let go of him, causing him to be baffled for a few moments, especially at the sudden chaotic events, especially bewildered by the dwarfs sudden change, before quickly grabbing his bow and drawing it with three arrows at the same time, and rushing to atop a pile of debris which gave him somewhat a better vantage point and took aim at the red haired man. He then suddenly heard the firm order of the blonde elf, to which Karv hesitated for a few moments, frowning at the musical beauty, before giving himself a slap in the face and grumbling to himself; "You're a bloody mercenary for Yggdrasil's sake, now act like it! Pity I have to shoot at someone as lovely looking a sher but hey, she's a psychopath 'god'."
He then swerved and fired his three arrows at Mireene with a flinch, unaware at the appearance of Athos behind his target before deciding to bellow down at his new companions; "Just so you sorry bunch know, I am a former healer! I know how to treat a wound or two, anything serious needs fixing give a holler!"
Karv decided he best of let them know about it as soon as possible, a battle against gods was no place for lack of information.

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This was impossible. Johannes stood as the heat suddenly surrounded him, wide eyed and confused. He had not yet dared look around be he could hear the chaos caused by the flames. He did not dare look. It was as if he had spoken of the foul dark one and it had appeared, as it so often did in the holy scriptures. He had his hand on the hilt of his sword and squeezed, but he could not bring himself to draw it. He was frozen, all he could do was slowly turn around and face the great evil from the inferno.

But what he saw was no such thing. What he saw was chaos, fire and anger, desperation and most of all, battle. Johannes knew battle and it knew him. The confusion faded from his mind and years of hard training and experience in war settled in its place. He could see clearly now. The elf, arrogantly shouting orders, but they were clearly accurate and well thought trough. Music suddenly reached his ears then, a beautiful song. For a moment, Johannes feared it, but that was soon replaced with a calm he had never felt. Someone was playing the song of war and death and Johannes knew it note for note.

The dwarf charged forward, suddenly much larger than Johannes remembered. Did his clan possess the secrets of the berserker rage? Johannes wondered, but found the dwarf did not draw his eyes. It was the woman and she was rushing towards him. Did she panic and simply run in a random direction? It did not seem like it to Johannes. He couldn't figure it out. All he knew was that he had a chance to redeem his earlier shameful and rash actions.

When she reached him he spoke to her, calmly, yet firmly. “Stand behind me and no harm shall befall you.” He had no time to check whether she followed his directions, the crimson demon was not the kind of opponent that warranted taking your eyes off him. Johannes nodded quietly to himself, before drawing his sword and holding it straight up in front of him, the tip reaching for the heavens and the blade vertically in front of his face. Johannes lowered his head slightly and he could feel the favour of the Triumvirate.

“With sword in hand, I shall cleanse the world of impurity.” Johannes said, his voice calm and of normal strength, even as a faint glow settled on his sword.
“I am the white sword that cuts away at the darkness.” He continued, his voice growing in strength, even as his sword began to glow a pure white.
“I am the black shield, which guards the innocent.” His voice slowly began to take on booming qualities, slowly spreading across the battlefield, even as his shield began to glow, the divine aura spreading beyond the size of the triangular heater shield.
“I am the black cross under which the faithful rest! I am Johannes de Witte and in Their names, I shall smite thee!” His final prayer, his final battlecry carried it with it all the strength that hid within Johannes. Even as his armour began to glow like his sword and shield, all now filled with divine magic. Johannes stood there for a moment, before glancing back at the woman.

“My name is Johannes and you will be safe behind me.” He said, adding an unseen smile from behind his helmet. He didn't know if this woman could protect herself. But if she couldn't, the best way to protect the weak was to slay the wicked. With that in mind Johannes charged, his massive body faster than one might expect, like a charging bull he raced for the crimson demon as both the elf and the dwarf engaged him.

When he came within range he lifted his glowing white sword, its divine magic whistling as he swung it through the air and brought it down upon the crimson demon, for once taking care not to cut down the dwarf along with him.

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Valeria had reached the knight, and thankfully he was unharmed by the man in crimsons blow. Valeria sighed in relief, she was relieved to see the knight safe. But she does not know why, caused by some unknown feeling in the bottom of her heart? The knight looked at her and said firmly, “Stand behind me and no harm shall befall you.” She did as he asked quickly and stood behind him, she was suddenly calm hearing his voice. She stood just a few steps behind the knight, trying to pull her ears away from that terrible music, but still she kept her gaze on the knight. He pulled out his gleaming sword, and started to chant something religious. After the first verse his sword started to glow, then the shield and then his armour. He was like a divine light shining through an eternal darkness, he seemed like he was given power by some divine force.

He turned briefly only to say, “My name is Johannes and you will be safe behind me.” She could feel a tone of bravery on his voice, and then he began to charge off towards the crimson demon. Johannes... That is the name of the knight, it turns out that he is like the knights in the story books. Strong, Brave and Defenders of the weak...

She watched helplessly as Johannes was battle locked with the crimson man, she felt like she could do anything, if she would conjure up her magic it may hit one of her comrades. Comrades... thinking of it in that way feels strange, but it would of happened in the end, these people have come here to achieve a shared goal, to find out what is going on, to stop the flowing of the blood of innocents. She wanted to keep herself safe, but she wanted to keep run. Her comrades are going up against the thing that did this... She couldn't bring herself to look at his face, this will truly be something that will haunt her for the rest of her life, the face that inflicted so much horror and death into the minds of the people who called this city home...

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There was no thought, only rage.
There was no aim, only rage.
There was no goal, no objective, no end to be reached, only rage.

Some part of Kalson suspected that this unholy anger was more than just his own natural rage, or even fully the work of the alchemical serum he so foolishly and impulsively took into himself. For a split second, even as he was swinging madly at the red haired man with his vicious power tool, scoring glancing blows against the fiend while suffering occasional burns, he noticed that even while he'd shed most of his bags and removed his shirt and overcoat, the bag into which he'd absentmindedly stuffed his dead uncle's hand and pistol was still very securely tied around his waist. That wasn't where he'd put the bag, but he didn't ponder this any longer. The mere reminder of his uncle spurned him to strike at the red haired man with greater fury. By this point, he wasn't very conscious of where his blade was swinging so long as it went somewhere in the direction of the red haired man. He didn't even notice the gaping slash across Dyntan's chest plating, jagged edges the telltale signs of a Gerrigadrian Hull Opener. But...

There was no concern, only rage.

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Shra


"Elf, shoot the other one!"

Shra glanced over at the one who issued the order. A loud sound interfered with his thoughts and as he was about to swing and cut through the woman, a short man with a wicked looking weapon attacked him. Shra glowered at the dwarf who was swinging the grinding weapon at him. Using both blades, he managed to get the weapon away from doing any serious damage. Even so, the blade cut against his side as he shifted it. This infuriated him. The flames around the blades burst, extending outwards as he shoved at the dwarf to knock him over.

The dwarf had been insane, attacking him in such a fashion. The small cut along his side burned slightly and gave him cause to be more than just a little angry. The insolent little thing had cut him. Then to add to it, the knight had returned to the battled and swung his brightened sword, slashing heavily. Shra twisted, slamming his weapon into the sword to knock it off to the side. He moved quickly, nearly a blur for his rage fueled him. He made to slam the other sword through the damned humans armor and cut him down in one single blow.

As he came close, shoving the sword at the knight there was a startling shout from behind him. Shra immediately disengaged from that fight and put enough space between himself and the others to assist his sister. Whirling around, he slashed the blades through the air, working his fire to cut off whoever it was that was attacking his sister. His fire would not hurt her, but anyone near her would certainly be burned. A wall of flame came up between Mireene and her attackers, protecting her and cutting them off from hurting her further.

"Mireene," he called knowing that she would know what he wanted then. The music that had been playing that turned the area into an inferno had stopped. However, once he'd freed her from those that attacked her, the music from her flute played once again. The tune was much different and his power grew immensely. He stood for a moment, drinking in her fueling magic and then faced the two who had attacked her. They were going to pay for that. Shra shifted his body just enough and then burst forward at them, dust and dirt kicking up as he moved via his own magic.

As he got closer, he swung at both of them, aiming for the hooded and cloaked mans' head and aiming for the woman's abdomen as he went. The fires leaped forward, licking outwards at them in a hungry attempt to burn them to nothing but ash.

Mireene


A barrage of arrows assaulted her, but Mireene's eyes watched them come at her and she nimbly dodged each of them, continuing to play her flute as she did so.

"Your song of death is beautiful, let me play you mine..."

Her heart jumped as a hand clenched her flute and brought it down from her lips. The heat in the area faded away, aside from the already burning flames. Her rustic gaze widened slightly as the man appeared in front of her out of no where. It reminded her a lot of Kharun, except he always faded in and out of black darkness. His knife came at her, shoved right at her face. She twisted away, dodging as best she could from the sudden attack.

Even so, the weapon cut across her high cheek bone and she gave a shout, one of anger and surprise. Then from the side someone else jumped into the fight with her. They leapt down at her, swinging their blade. Mireene's hand tightened around her flute and she swiftly dodged out of the way, the weapon cutting her dress only as she moved. Shra must have heard her shout for a moment after she was wreathed in fire. Part of her hoped that the one who'd cut her face would be burned to nothing as she wrenched her flute free and replaced it to her lips.

Hearing her brothers call, she began to play again, fueling his strength. After several moments of playing to increase his magic and abilities, she added to the song and used the heat of the fires around her to begin heating the area once again. The mixture of notes played softly from her flute, echoing out towards the very edges of the destroyed town.

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Barley with enough time to avoid the searing heat that surrounded the Crimson Man Athos fought to stay alive. As the blades of roaring flame came for him they scorched only air. The blades came for his head but in the last moment Athos vanished, reappearing a few paces away. Falling to his knee the super heated air had filled his lungs just before he vanished and he was still choking on the almost volcanic air in his lungs. Sweat beaded down his face as his eyes seemed to lose focus. His mind was struggling with the event as his body fought for cool air to return to him. Athos was replaying the last few seconds, which could have easily been his last few seconds, over again in his head as he quietly muttered to himself.

"Impossible... it's impossible, no one could have avoided that, no one..."

He was in shock. Complete and utter, terrifying shock at the what had just transpired. He had her, he had the woman dead to rights yet somehow she evaded his killing blow. How many times had he slain others in a similar fashion? How many lives had he taken with that same tactic? At that range no one should have been able to dodge that strike yet she had done so. Athos stared out into the dirt as time seemed to stand still for his mind to comprehend the impossible thing that had just transpired. He remembered lunging forward, blade poised to burrow itself in the pretty young womans face. He remembered the surprise in her eyes as she flicked them open. He remembered the rush of wind as his blade missed it's mark. The quiet, the crushing silence before she brought the flute to her lips once more. Then came the heat and the fury, fueled by concern and her other worldly music.

Athos slowly rose his gaze to the fire wielder with wide eyes of disbelief, the blades had swung wide sending torrents of flame arcing out from the epicenter to engulf anything nearby in flame. Such raw, unadulterated power the likes of which he had never witnessed. What could he do against such unbridled strength. What chance could he stand when he couldn't even land a single blow?!

His fist clenched around the dagger still in his hand and it was then he noticed the blood. Still dripping from the tip of his blade the crimson substance ran along the edge of the blade to the point before forming tiny droplets on the tip. A wicked, dark smile etched its way onto the assassin's face as his golden eyes refocused and looked up. The blood of a god stained his blade, a miraculous thing if these things were in fact gods at all. He could cut them, they could bleed after all, they were fallible and he just proved that to himself. They could die and they would, with luck they would go painfully.

Athos slowly rose to his feet, his eyes fixed on the Crimson Man. Ready to finish what he started with the girl he would first need to get some space from the warrior. He'd need to wound him or at least busy him fighting away from the girl so he could hack her damned arms off so she couldn't raise that flute again. Menacingly Athos' hand reached to his back and drew his sword, a rare thing for him to do for there were few that would live long enough that he'd actually have to engage but this was a special circumstance.

The assassin launched his hellish assault. Vanishing from sight only to reappear at the Crimson Man's side Athos slashed viscously before dissappearing in the next instant and reappearing on a different side of him to slash again and a again. Fighting beside this mysterious armored woman the assassin moved with such speed and erratic teleportations his movements could barley be tracked with the naked eye.

It appeared the blood of two gods would stain the assassin's blade this day.

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Rage was a funny thing. Anyone who fancied themselves a skilled warrior found it easy to belittle it, to damn it as the actions of the foolish or careless. To see it as only a savage, wild, haze that blinded the warrior in combat yet this was only to see its faults. Rage, as all things, had its strengths. Rage made you fearless, it made you strong and unflinching. Rage turned a ordinary man into a beast that consumed all in its path. To stand before rage was terrifying and chaotic, fear crept into the hearts of those standing against rage.

Such strength rage provided that as his fiery transformation took hold the swirling blades of hell fire, slashing wildly in all directions ended Athos' lightning fast attacks. In the brief moment when he appeared beside the fire bearer one of the blades struck the assassin. The fire seemed to erupt on impact sending Athos flying backwards, to tumble through the ash of Bergstadt, his armor hissing from the heat. Fortunately for the assassin while the blow was savage it did not strike anything vital. The red hot blade of the Crimson Man, wreathed in flame, sliced cleanly through the assassin's black armor leaving a nasty gash along his chest. While a shallow wound the skin and flesh sizzled with heat. Athos gritted his teeth in pain as his body exploded with the pain that accompanied the wound.

That strength born of rage, while powerful, did blind one. It blinded the Crimson Man to two things. It blinded him to the separation he was putting between himself and his kin. Even as a third "god" appeared calling for an end to the duel the rage in the Crimson Man's heart muted the words and they went unheeded. The second thing it blinded him to was something much more subtle. It blinded him to the body language of the assassin as he rose from the dirt where he fell.

The Crimson Man coated his body in flame, like armor born of fire it covered his body from head to toe. The man on fire stepped forward, igniting the very earth with each step. Wicked glee poured fourth from the maw of the fire deity.

"Come here, little human, lets see you fight me now."

The words were dripping with malicious intent, as if some great predator was speaking to its wounded prey. Yet the predator seemed to not notice that the prey was not running any longer. His evasion had ceased, his erratic blinking had come to an end after the viscous blow. He stood staring down the fire god with eerie calm as his own blood dripped down his dark visage. Beneath that black mask of his Athos Lorio smiled. The grin rivaled the fire gods malice in full.

"As you wish."

Was all he said before he too coated his body in a protective aura of his own. Where the Crimson Man allowed his body to be consumed by flame the assassin's body was consumed by nothingness. His body vanished from the world of the visible and walked now among the unseen. Unlike before he did not reappear elsewhere but remained hidden. The Crimson Man for all his power and rage could burn cities to the ground, scorch the earth with a touch, hack young women in two but could not fight what he could not see.

The blade cut through the air, tip aimed for the base of the fire gods spine. The volcanic heat would no doubt melt the blade once it hits its mark but it mattered not. Once lodge firmly in the back of the Crimson Man's neck it would have served its purpose. Athos put all his strength and silent speed into the unseen thrust as he stood behind the man on fire, ready to kill a god.