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Dezera Malkar

Hehehe/ahahaahahahahahaha!

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a character in “Jewel Princess”, as played by zeno3111

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Name: Hehehe My name is Dazera but most call me Dez. Hehehe you want to know why? Hehehehe well they call me Dez because thats is all they could ever manage to say before they died. Hahahaha!
Age: Well... Hehehe I would have to say I'm around the age of 25. Hehehe
Appearance: Hehehe here you go. Hehehe
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Jewel: Hehehe I have one that is mixed with black. Hehehe I have no clue why. Hehehe
Jewel Power: I have a motherfucking fire one because it makes everything burn. Hehehe Its a deep dark red mixed with black at the center. Hehehe.
Weapon: My motherfucking weapon would have to be a longsword.... Hehehe or that motherfucking dagger I have. Hehehe.
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Hehehe. That is one fine piece of steel. Hehehe.
Abilities: Hehehe I am naturally quick. Hehehe.
Personality: Well I haven't been around people in a motherfucking while so I don't know what they would call me. Hehehe
History: ... What? Hehehe

So begins...

Dezera Malkar's Story

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Dezera scowled at the note that appeared before him, ordering that he report to supposedly a building specified by Nira for a congregation with the other shades. He didn’t want to, he wanted to simply sit around doing nothing, but nevertheless he supposed he had to, lest she chastise him for it. But then again a lovely woman like herself, he wouldn’t mind. Perhaps a change in her disposition and she’d be likeable!

Dez laughed to himself, the same sick laugh he always bore, one that seemed as if he was disconnected from everything, as if his head was far too spacey than most others. Looking around now, he disposed of the paper by cramming it in his mouth. The man didn’t bother to chew it but allowed it to moisten by means of his saliva before he simply swallowed. That task accomplished, all evidence gone, even though no one would look for it, he headed out to where everyone was meeting.

The building wasn’t too hard to find as already several people were around it, and immediately Dez approached the first shade he saw. Walking up to the man, he was totally oblivious to the dual scimitars, his towering height, long hair and green eyes. The only thing the man did notice, was that he was breathing and, as far as he could tell, human. Good enough, he thought.

“Hehehe, you a motherfucking shade? Heh, because, you know I thought this is where we were supposed to meet but, hehehe, I could be wrong.” The man’s speech was far less than competent, and anyone who overheard would seriously doubt the man’s intelligence. He himself wasn’t sure about that, nor his sanity. The fact that every other word broke off into the man’s odd laughter only aided in the assumptions. “Hehe, that would mean though I’d have to kill you. Heh, but I need my fucking answer, so, heh, I like need you to tell me…” The man’s gaze flicked around before he continued, as if he was checking for anyone listening. Though, if anyone was, no one would care. “Hehehe, the last people I fucking asked, I took my sword,” the man gestured to the weapon at his side, “and I killed them, slowly. Hehe. Painfully too…” The man’s laughter continued before he finally seemed to get a hold of himself. “Hehe, stupid civilians. Unarmed, not a challenge…”

Dez, finally satisfied with his ramblings silenced himself and waited. His eyes seemed glazed over, and at first glance, you’d think, especially by the way he stood, that he was drunk. This judgment however would be far from wrong as, Dez was completely and entirely sober, but not in his right mind. Was it his left or right that was right? Is right right, or left right? Could left be right, but if right was right, was left wrong? Left couldn’t be right then… Or, what was he thinking about?

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Character Portrait: Talazar D'Tvala Character Portrait: Aelianus Kahstar Character Portrait: Raiyn Illander Character Portrait: Nira Ku Character Portrait: Kirrah Shay Character Portrait: Drogoth Baener Character Portrait: Dezera Malkar
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#, as written by Siryn
Nira Ku

The glowing light illuminated her form, the flames having turned green by her power, a simple snap of her fingers making the change. Her arms were crossed as she waited for the Shades to fill the room, one of the first to be there was Drogoth, then others filled in, until finally the entire room was filled. Nira was pleased to see that so many had joined with her. The elf's lips pulled into a small smirk as she swept her pale gaze across them. Her eyes fixed on a few of them for a little while longer than others. After a moment she finally spoke, having let them all settle.

"You all chose wisely," her voice was soft as she spoke, "You're loyalty will be tested," another pause as she passed her eyes over them, "Fail and you'll find I'm far crueler than Kreon," her lips parted into a bigger smile, one filled with malice and venom, "I enjoy the screams of my prey."

Her eyes glittered as she let the first part of her little speech settle in. Allow them to realize that they were either with her entirely, or they would find themselves in the afterlife far sooner than they expected. She cocked her head off to the side slightly before she continued.

"Drogoth," she jerked her head at him, "You've been promoted," her smile was no less inviting that it was before, "Talazar is your leader, I'm your second in command and Drogoth is your lieutenant. His word is my word. Disobey him..." she left the sentence unfinished.

Her eyes settled on the man with the twin blades, "Your task is to find the Jewel Princess and her damned lover. Kill them however you please, but don't return here until you've done that. Take anyone you want, use whatever you need, just get it done," her eyes narrowed.

"The rest of you will stay here and secure the village, patrols will be set up and watch the walls at all times. Your training continues here."

"And where will you go?" A Shade asked her.

The elf's sharp gaze narrowed in on the woman who had spoken, "To get what is ours."

"What would that be exactly?" Another asked, his voice holding suspicion.

Nira's arms came uncrossed and the fingers of her left hand uncurled, her dark magic crackling around her fingers as she stood there staring at the two that has spoken, "That is none of your concern, Shade." Her hand snapped open completely and the magic hit the floor with a loud crack and raced to the young woman who had questioned her to begin with. A loud, sharp scream filled the air as Nira's magic filled her. The woman's body curled backwards, lifted off the ground. Finally, Nira let the magic go and the woman's body dropped to the floor.

The other Shade drew his sword, the steel ringing in the air as he stepped forward. His face was twisted in anger as he glared at Nira, who's eyes were wild with excitement as she grinned at him. Her heart pounded quickly with adrenaline and her magic pulsed through her arm and fingers, black lightening crackling up and down her arm.

"I must commend your bravery boy," she whispered as she prepared to kill him in the same manner.

Raiyn Illander

"Morning. Took quite a beating, surprised you're already awake. How're you feeling?" Aelianus asked him as he walked into the room and leaned against the wall near him. Raiyn turned slightly to look up at the young man who smiled down at him.

"Fine. I heal quickly," he replied softly. He avoided his gaze to the pretty Princess, unsure if he could really keep up his barriers against her. Even as he sat there, she'd reached forward and was checking his wounds, her warm fingers brushing across his bare shoulder as the other hand gently patted the bandage that covered his entire torso. He swallowed hard and tried his best to ignore her close presence.

"Indeed, the wounds were quite substantial. I'm curious, what happened exactly?"

"I was ambushed. By a Shade," was the only thing that Raiyn offered for the elder woman's question. The Princess on the other hand spoke more than he did and he felt his face burning as he cursed his luck.

"He was taken, then almost killed by a very powerful Shade. We were lucky to reach him in time. As powerful as he is, he couldn't have survived much longer against that man. Raiyn is very lucky that we had somewhere to go immediately to treat his wounds," she said, her attention fully on the old woman. Raiyn gave a soft growl of irritation at the back of his throat and shrugged his shoulders, though he winced immediately after and regretted the movement.

"Stay still, you'll reopen your wounds," the Princess said as she checked him over one last time.

"I said I'm fine, I heal quickly."

"Yes, I know I heard the first time. You won't be healing quickly from these though," she pressed, her sharp gaze matching his. She was stubborn and after a moment he found himself losing his carefully built facade as he stared at her. Finally, he quickly looked away and settled against the wall before closing his eyes. A soft pat on his arm told him that the girl had stood.

"I knew you were still tired. Get more rest, Raiyn."

"Your name?" Raiyn asked after a moment, hearing that she'd only made it to the doorway. He never opened his eyes, biting his tongue mentally.

"What?"

His eyebrow came down in irritation, "Your name. I never got it," he said firmly, seeping the cold tone back into his voice.

"Kirrah."

He cracked an eye open to look at her, then nodded and settled back against the wall in a feigned attempt to sleep.

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Character Portrait: Talazar D'Tvala Character Portrait: Nira Ku Character Portrait: Drogoth Baener Character Portrait: Dezera Malkar
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#, as written by Centi85
Talazar woke suddenly as the blade came at him. The sharp stinging surged through his abdomen as the man's sword found its mark, digging in deep before he gave it a twist, the flat steel rotating within him, cutting and tearing further than he would've liked. The pain was excruciating, he knew, and just the memory was enough to jar the man back into a state of consciousness.

Looking around, Talazar had shot up suddenly, ready for combat, but found himself completely and entirely disoriented at the sudden change of his surroundings. Somehow he'd gone from a deep forest, matching off against Titus, to lying on the floor of a building he was unfamiliar with. It took the man a moment or two to realize that he'd been asleep, or no, that's right, unconscious. Raiyn, ah yes, the boy. Talazar frowned as he recollected the events prior to his current situation. Slowly, a coherent picture began forming in the man's head.

He'd been combating the boy, he'd been hit by three wind blades. Yes, the wounds were substantial, far more than the man had at first thought and intended. Looking down at himself, Talazar was truly surprised to see his wounds, for the most part, were sealed. They weren't healed, per say, but they wouldn't break any time soon. Very well, the man could live with that, it was definitely faster and better than when he'd awoken at Aelianus' house. His shirt was missing, as was his belt and gold chain, and it was just then that Talazar also noted that when he had closed his left fist, the shaft of his scythe was not present within its grasp.

The man stood suddenly, the blanket that had once covered him now falling to the floor entirely. Glancing around, voices were what drew him in the right direction. His clothes could be replaced, everything could be replaced except that weapon, and he'd just reclaimed it. If already it was gone, stolen, taken, in anyone's possession other than Nira's, he'd obliterate them.

Through the doorway Talazar had come into what appeared to be a meeting, with a rather large gathering of shades. Nira was at the forefront, giving her lecture, and for now the man remained unseen. Just as Talazar had entered however, he saw the Elven woman's magic send a young woman to her death. It wasn't until the second shade stepped forward, sword drawn, that Talazar made his presence known. Before anyone could react past Nira's words, before any chaos could ensue, the man's voice broke in.

He started at first with a laugh, one that was rather amused and lively, but then it turned into a cruel, devious one; in a way, more of a rumbling cackle, if that was possible. As Talazar paced forward he moved slowly, each step purposeful, allowing everyone's gaze to lock onto him as he made his way up to the man, stopping just several meters away.

"My my," he said. His words were cold and steely, quiet, making everyone have to lean in to hear what he was saying as he continued. "Already picking fights, on the first day? Tsk Tsk, I do believe that demands punishment." The man paused a moment, both for effect, and because he was pleased that he could now move and breath without feeling a constant pain in his chest. It was still there, but it was nothing compared to what it had been previously.

"If your sword is drawn, child, then you're asking for a fight, no?" Talazar's smile widened as his head came to one side, then he spoke to Nira, though didn't turn to her, but instead just raised his voice. "Nira, where's my scythe? We must oblige a death-wish with haste." His words returned to the man as he waited, before he had another thought, one that contorted his smile into one even more sinister. "Or... we'll make it a fair fight, and I can kill you by means of my bare hands..."

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"Nira, where's my scythe? We must oblige a death-wish with haste. Or... we'll make it a fair fight, and I can kill you by means of my bare hands..." Talazar asked from the darkness. Nira didn't move as he came into view, her smile widening as she stood there. Slowly she let her magic fade away, the crackling electricity disappeared as she stood there and lifted the hand to trace her finger along her lips.

A laugh escaped her as she watched the young Shade's face go from pure rage to horror in a mere second. None had seen Talazar's prone body as he'd been laying on the floor. Now, he stood before them, towering in all his glory. Every toned muscle illuminated by the strange green lighting, scars across his body from countless fights that he'd won one way or the other. She took a moment to admire him as he stood there, her eyes slowly tracing from the top of his body downwards. Then she flicked her gaze to where she'd transported the famed scythe. It leaned against the wall, reflecting green haze, the demon jewel glittering softly.

Nira outstretched her hand, "There, Talazar," she said as she let her fingers splay open in the direction of the wicked weapon. Her eyes settled back on the Shade who'd dare draw his weapon on her. Another laugh filled the air from her.

"Well now, I'm much more merciful compared to Talazar. I do hope you give us a good show, Shade," she cooed at him, her eyes glittering with a wild light. Oh how she enjoyed watching Talazar fight, it was beautiful beyond compare. His weapon was the most beautiful thing he wielded, and the way he toyed with most of his prey. It excited her beyond comprehension. Looking to the tall white haired man, her lips pulled into a wider grin.

"Enjoy yourself, Talazar. I know you've been dying to kill something."

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"There, Talazar," said Nira, and the man's gaze followed her arm to where his scythe was positioned.

He smiled as he stepped past the Shade whom so naively distinguished himself from everyone else. Talazar so enjoyed the paleness of the man's face as the blood drained entirely, then smirked as he tried to regather himself, attempting to look as if he was unaltered, though unsuccessfully.

"Well now, I'm much more merciful compared to Talazar. I do hope you give us a good show, Shade," continued the Elven woman. "Enjoy yourself, Talazar. I know you've been dying to kill something."

Talazar chuckled to himself as he took hold of the massive scythe, the eight foot length being far more than most people could ever think to wield, coupled with it's imbalance. It was an art, Talazar's fighting style, and he'd been perfecting it ever since he'd won the weapon to near flawlessness. As he turned, he was glad that he didn't need to tell the other shades to clear the center of the room. He waited silently as everyone evacuated the immediate combat zone, retreating to safe-spots along the walls, leaving the poor single man alone in the center, still trying to look as if he weren't about to wet himself.

The weapon, which Talazar held upright, suddenly came down as he simply allowed it to fall forward, the blade digging into the floorboards several inches in front of him. He smiled as he admired it, then looked up to the man and stepped back, spreading his arms, a literal open invitation to attack as he left the scythe impaled into the floor, the shaft of the weapon slanted upwards, just slightly.

"If you've got the audacity to challenge Nira, then that would suggest you possess at least some level of competent skill, yes? Or are you lacking that much in intelligence that you overestimated yourself?" Talazar watched the man carefully, his stance, the subtle shaking that racked his body as he struggled to maintain a calm composure. Fear, anticipation, no doubt the man had a rather loaded arsenal of emotion that he was concealing, but that didn't matter. "The challenger makes the first move. So, come on. If you put up a fight, perhaps you'll die quickly... If not, well..." The man let the sentence fall unfinished, letting people draw their own conclusions as to what would happen as he simply waited.

Smiling still, Talazar watched with content as the man drew a shaky breath and prepared himself mentally for what would follow. Most shades, he knew from experience, at least tried to save their pride by putting up a fight, but it never lasted long. Perhaps though, Talazar would drag this on as long as possible. But then again, that would be only if the man could withstand the first few seconds.

The man suddenly shot forward, using the standard rush, with his sword trailing behind him, intending an upwards diagonal cut from the right. Very well, Talazar had assumed as much, though instead of dodging, he simply allowed the man to get within range before his foot moved in beneath the scythe's shaft.

In a single fluid motion, he had kicked it up, the weapon pivoting in place, rotating around towards the man as the blade acted like a sort of fulcrum. With Talazar's simple motion, the weapon spun before the blade broke from the floor boards. Unfortunately for the shade's slow reaction and pause of bewilderment to the unconventional fighting method, the heavy pole of the scythe found it's mark. There was a loud crack, almost palpable, as the weapon came down hard along the man's forehead and nose, effectively breaking it and sending down a cascade of coppery crimson.

Talazar smiled as he watched the Shade reel back in pain, his first attempts at combat having already been quelled, resulting only in his humiliation. His eyes traveled behind the man now, searching for his weapon. The scythe had almost literally jumped from its previous position, rotated around, and hit the man before continuing on. Perhaps, Talazar thought, he had kicked it too hard, as normally most other weapons would've bounced back, but instead the scythe simply traveled up and over the man, impaling itself once more into the floor at his back. No, he'd done just what he intended. He wouldn't need it yet, but it was in the perfect position for later use.

"Would you like to try again?" he mused as his gaze fell back onto the man whom stood, trying desperate to cease the blood-flow from his nostrils. "I must say, for someone who thinks they can draw their weapon on Nira, you certainly wouldn't have lasted long."

It was Talazar's turn now, and he took the opportunity to attack eagerly. Without waiting for the man to ready himself, Talazar was already dashing forward. The man had seen him just a second too late, and Talazar had anticipated the swing, which he simply ducked beneath. As the man's sword dragged his arm far off to the right, leaving his body completely exposed, Talazar had stood up and gathered all the strength he possibly could into his left arm. The the man's punch connecting to the shade's jaw gave a resounding crack, it must've dislodged, and a second later, the he was sprawled out on his back, his sword lying uselessly several feet away.

Shaking his head at the man, Talazar brought back his left fist again, then took a moment to move each finger individually before balling his hand into a tight fist. His muscles, which he could now flex again, surged with power as he towered over the fallen shade. The man's end came swiftly as Talazar punched out one last time, coming to one knee in the process so he could reach the body, before his fist met the man's throat, crushing his windpipe and all else, while the vertebrae let out a sickening crunch.

He didn't move from his position even after he'd finished, but instead simply moved his hand and looked up. "Anyone else?"

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Character Portrait: Talazar D'Tvala Character Portrait: Aelianus Kahstar Character Portrait: Raiyn Illander Character Portrait: Nira Ku Character Portrait: Kirrah Shay Character Portrait: Drogoth Baener Character Portrait: Dezera Malkar
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Nira Ku

Her gaze glittered as she looked around the room. None stepped forward and a cold calm rested over the group as if they'd had their voice boxes torn from their throats. The green lighting flickered gently as she waited a moment before speaking. Slowly, Nira walked towards Talazar and stood next to him as she issued the order.

"Drogoth, find the Princess, kill her. Leave the boy for Talazar," she told him, changing her mind slightly on her previous order to him. With Talazar awake, she knew that he would want to kill the young man himself, and she would allow it, even revel in it. However, the girl didn't matter. She didn't care how Drogoth did it, so long as he killed her. Her gaze looked towards the rest of the Shades, "Those that don't join him, secure this place and wait for my return," with a wave of her hand, she dismissed the group and turned to look at Talazar.

"I will bring something to ease the pain and help heal you faster. The sooner you are at your full capacity the better. Besides, there are many who await your scythe's blade. I'll return soon enough. Try not to kill to many of them while I'm gone," she said to him, her eyes dropping to his chest to inspect the cuts that had been partially healed and closed by Drogoth. With a flash of a smile, she opened her hand out over the floor and the spell circle swirled out beneath her feet. A second later and she was gone from the place.

Kirrah Shay

"He needs some medicine made, would you accompany me my dear?" the elder woman asked as she walked out of the room and gripped Kirrah's arm in strong warm fingers. The Princess looked down to her smiling face and nodded, her own lips parting in a smile.

"I would be happy to," she said to the elder woman and left the house with her. The garden was huge, almost jungle like. The sounds of the water fountains filled the air giving the garden a calming effect that soothed her body and thoughts. The elder woman leaned over and began working her way through her plants, her wrinkled hands nimbly moving aside leaves and roots, pulling out things that didn't belong in the soil such as weeds and dead branches.

"What am I looking for?" Kirrah asked.

"There's four plants I use for these medicines. One is a green leaf that is flat and smooth, very dark in color. The second is a root that is from a tiny red flower. The third is another leaf, but light green and very fuzzy to the touch and finally the last ingredient I need is a purple leaf with a green streak down it's center. Collect at least five of each just to make sure I have enough."

Kirrah nodded, repeating the list to herself several times so she would remember. Slowly, she scoured the garden, her fingers rubbing and touching every green leaf she came upon. Occasionally she would call out to the old woman asking if the leaf she was looking at was the right one. However, each time she thought she'd found it, Kirrah was told 'No, but very close my dear, keep looking'. The garden was so big that Kirrah thought she would be out there for hours on the search for the four elusive herbs.

She was beginning to grow a bit restless as she worked, but pushed the feeling down. The Princess inside her felt the same as well, which didn't help in trying to keep her irritation to a minimum. Finally after an hours worth of searching, Kirrah reached the end of the garden and heaved a heavy sigh. She'd long since lost sight of the elder woman and so raised her voice to be heard across the expanse of dark underbrush, trees and overly scented flowers.

"I can't find what you need! Where are you?"

"Over here, dear, no need to shout," the old woman called just from her left. Kirrah jumped slightly, having not seen the woman because of a huge bush of roses blocking the way. Aelianus' mother came around the edge of the bush and smiled at her with a soft sigh, "It looks as if I need to go into town for what I need. It shouldn't take me too long."

"You're going to go to town?" Kirrah asked in astonishment. The elder woman just looked at her, a slightly confused smile on her lips.

"Why yes, of course. He needs the medicine if he's going to heal properly."

"Let me go, please. I'll get what you need and be right back," Kirrah insisted.

"Well... alright, but I'll have to send Aelianus with you. Wouldn't want you getting lost or anything."

"Thank you! I'll be sure to get everything you need and return quickly."

The woman gave her a bright smile as they headed back to the house, her loud voice calling for her son, "Aelianus! I need you to do something for me, my dear!"

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Character Portrait: Talazar D'Tvala Character Portrait: Nira Ku Character Portrait: Drogoth Baener Character Portrait: Dezera Malkar Character Portrait: Entalo Raiz Character Portrait: Anton Hierot
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Drogoth

Drogoth didn't know how to respond to this strange being that was questioning him. He had, of course thought about just killing the man, but thought it unwise as Nira and Talazar needed all the shades that were going to be present, and then some. He had no idea if the two had other forces that were working with them, but he wasn't going to take a chance by eliminating a possible asset. He looked back from the man after staring at him for a while, his thoughts going back to the dream and besides, the man didn't look like he really cared whether or not Drogoth responded to his weird question. The man looked like he too was lost in his thoughts as Drogoth resumed immersing himself once more in the world that was his nightmare.

Drogoth's ears pricked up at the mention of his name and promotion, and he was thrilled to extend his power, but was deeply troubled by the dream. His thinking, however, was cut short when Nira killed the young woman. He hadn't been paying attention up until now, except for his promotion, and raised his eyebrows at the elven woman who had just delivered the sentence of death.

When the man had drawn his sword and stepped toward Nira, his hands automatically went to his daggers, ready to throw them in an instant if need be, but that was cut short as he saw Talazar stride into the meeting. He grinned as he realized his healing had done it's job and he was glad to see his leader on his feet. He would need no assistance from Drogoth and he relaxed as Talazar proceeded to pick up the giant slasher he called a weapon.

The fight was short and Drogoth just stood there watching and smiling slightly as Talazar proceeded to end the man's life with a single, well-placed punch. Then the smile faded and became a frown He had been upset before because of his dream, but now he was actually getting mad as he had just watched the pathetic display by the shade who dared challenge Nira. The man was going to die anyway, so why not put on a show? Although, few shades could actually put on any sort of entertainment against Talazar unless the scythe wielder decided to prolong their life. Still, he had done something besides just die, and Drogoth became less angry with each passing second after the satisfying death. The frown remained, however, as his thoughts continued to go back to that giant grinning face.

Now the fight, if one should call it that, was over, and the foolish shade lay on the ground, quite still. Drogoth was still thinking of the image but was also glad for some entertainment. After all, he needed to get his mind on something else other than his creeping madness.

Entalo

Entalo saw from his new position that the shades were all gathered in one large house. He had switched positions shortly before, not being able to see anything, and was now dangerously close to the edge of the town. He looked over at the large man that also occupied this space, realizing that it was taking all the man's willpower not to charge straight into that house and kill every shade inside it. They were expecting the same type of shades: weak, slow, stupid, and fearful. They had no reason to suspect otherwise, but Entalo had seen the number of shades in the town and even though Anton could kill a lot of them, the large man would inevitably fall under the sheer numbers.

Still, he thought, I have to do something. They couldn't just wait here until the shades decided to do something, after all. They didn't have unlimited time and supplies. They would have to try something to lure the shades out soon. But if their plans failed and the shades did nothing, then they would have to move on. They had only been here for about a day; maybe not even that. The two had been tracking this group or another like it for a while, and they weren't even sure that this was the correct group that had been terrorizing the countryside. Tracks crossed frequently, and they did their best, but sometimes they still lost track of the enemies.

If the shades did nothing for one day straight from that point, they would leave, Entalo decided as he busied himself with going over the enormous amount of arrows that were strapped to his cloak. If the shades did decide to make a move and their unseen stalkers saw them, Entalo knew they would need every weapon in their arsenal.

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Character Portrait: Talazar D'Tvala Character Portrait: Nira Ku Character Portrait: Drogoth Baener Character Portrait: Dezera Malkar Character Portrait: Entalo Raiz Character Portrait: Anton Hierot
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Drogoth

Drogoth was delighted to hear the orders from Nira and was eager to get started. He was also happy to hear that Talazar wanted to get going. While Nira had more or less asked him to stay put until she could get something to help him heal, they were wasting time and Talazar apparently agreed with the unspoken statement.

He ordered several of the shades to come with them, leaving enough to protect their base while also taking enough to deal with most threats.

Besides, he thought, we might need them. He had heard about this group, of course, and any man who was powerful enough to temporarily take down Talazar was a force to be reckoned with. He started to follow his quickly departing leader, but stopped, remembering something.

"You," he called out, pointing to the strange man who had previously talked to him, "You're coming with us." At that, he departed, following in the giant scythe's wake.

Entalo

The archer had just risen from where he was sleeping, being awakened once again by Anton, who immediately fell asleep behind him. No matter how anxious that man was, he could always fall asleep almost instantly. Entalo took it as laziness, but wished he could to it, too. Anything was better than staying up for hours thinking about whatever crossed his mind until there was nothing left, and even then, he still found it hard to pass into unconsciousness.

Now he took up his position, constantly on the watch for any movement coming from the village. Just as he was about to look at his cloak to take a count of all the arrows he had, he saw it.

"Anton!", he whispered fiercely, "get up!"

The big man woke incredibly slowly, taking his time to stretch in the confined spaces. Entalo shook him, waking him up faster and getting his attention as Anton realized he had not been asleep for that long. A question appeared on his lips but Entalo held up a finger to his mouth, signaling for him to be quiet. Now he was awake, and excited, too, Entalo could see. He obviously knew what the small man had seen and was ready to come out of the hiding spot, axe ablaze and charge into the group of shades. Entalo held him down and motioned for the spot next to him. Anton quickly obliged, coming up next to him and looking out to where the shades were moving.

"On the count of three," said the axe wielder, "One....two....."

"Wait!" Entalo almost shouted but managed to keep his voice down. "Look.", he pointed to the head of the group, to where they saw a man dragging a giant scythe in the ground.

Anton's jaw literally hit the ground as he continued to look out at the giant weapon being dragged with ease behind the white-haired man. They both knew who this was, had both heard of the reaper of the shades. This would be the opportunity of a lifetime, they knew, and they weren't about to pass it up because of the title of the man.

Entalo motioned for Anton to pack up the small encampment and follow him. He had instructed his friend on how to move quietly, and while he was nowhere near as good as Entalo was, he would still stay undetected if the shades continued on their path. They would shadow the force of shades until they broke apart, or an opportunity arose to take some of them down. Either way, they were going to do everything in their power to kill this scythe-wielding menace. They also hoped that the elven woman who was also quite feared would show herself, so that they might rid the area of two immensely powerful shades. Of course they knew it would not be easy, but they would still try. It was part of the mutual agreement between them.

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Character Portrait: Talazar D'Tvala Character Portrait: Aelianus Kahstar Character Portrait: Kirrah Shay Character Portrait: Drogoth Baener Character Portrait: Dezera Malkar
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Aelianus

"I need you to go with Kirrah to town and gather some supplies for me. You know which ones I need right, my dear? Fetis root, the Ule leaves, Venel flowers and Ki leaves."

Aelianus listened intently as his mother specified his task, moving around the kitchen all the while before finally producing a pouch of gold. He knew he had plenty already, though didn't complain as far as getting more. It would be on some occasions, actually, that he'd slip in an extra coin for his mother, usually whenever he had a chance to stop by again, or even when he was younger while her attention was averted.

Nodding as she finished, he accepted the departing kiss, returned it and a hug, but then took a moment to fetch his sword from next to the door, and then slung the heavy chains over his shoulder. Perhaps it was just a habit, but he carried the equipment nonetheless. Waving to his mother, he uttered a quick, "Bye, be back soon," and was gone.

Outside he could tell Kirrah was less than pleased with having to leave Raiyn. Obviously she felt a little unsettled, so he thought perhaps he could try something to cheer her up, or calm her nerves. He wasn't sure what would be easier, but when she spoke for him to lead the way, he waited a moment. It was indeed tempting to suggest she stay behind, but he needed some information on her to report to Nira and Talazar, so for now he simply settled with attempting to make her feel a little more at ease with Raiyn left sleeping at the house.

"He'll be fine," he said finally. "Talazar won't be making an appearance anytime soon." Of course Aelianus could've mentioned the other shades, Nira for example, or numerous more, but he didn't. He couldn't account for them, but he hoped that Kirrah could overlook that, because he knew at least one shade, and one of the more powerful, would be more than out of the proximity. With a reassuring smile, he began trudging down the little dirt road towards town. The walk wouldn't be too far anyway, so fetching the herbs wouldn't take long at all. It was about halfway there that Aelianus thought conversation would be necessary.

"So, you seem like a nice girl. I'm curious though, and if I'm intruding, I'm sorry, but..." The boy wasn't sure where to start, but he knew it was easier talking to a person about oneself, when the other knew a little about the one asking the questions. Instead of taking his more conventional approach, Aelianus decided a new idea. "You know what, actually. Why don't you ask me something, anything." The warm smile he gave her was to show that he was perfectly fine with talking about himself or whatever she could dare ask, so he simply waited. Perhaps if she could learn a little about him, she'd be more inclined to talking about herself. True enough the information would be a bit slower, but in the end, it should pay off.


Talazar

Talazar stopped in a large clearing just down a road that lead probably to nowhere but more trees. The sights and sounds were becoming monotonous, and he needed something new. Plus, he couldn't help but shake the feeling that there was another presence that didn't belong. Perhaps Kreon's men? No, he doubted it, but he knew there was someone or something watching them. Bandits, muggers? Either way, Talazar had hoped that whoever it was would've had the courage, the audacity to show themselves instead of hiding away in the shadows.

Shrugging, Talazar glanced around his small party of shades, taking a moment to decide on his next plan of action. There was a fork up ahead, the man could see, so he decided to use it to his advantage. "Drogoth," he ordered, "Take...him," he nodded to Dezera, "and go for a walk."

Without even waiting for a response, Talazar began moving down the road once more. He knew if this man was any sort of person he took him to be, then he'd of picked up on what Talazar was doing. Splitting would hopefully cause whoever was trailing them to follow one or the other, and then whoever didn't end up with the stalkers, could double back and try to discern who it was that was now on the tail of whichever group they did follow. The plan was simple, but effective. Even if there were a number of people after them and they split to go after both parties, it could still work simply because one group would be hard pressed to get past whomever they chose to follow, when they found out they were going back around. No warnings could be passed, not effectively at least, so for now a simple game was exactly what Talazar needed.

Glancing back just once, Talazar had three remaining shades with him who had chosen to tag along. He watched the other two disappear down the opposite road, then continued on his way.

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Character Portrait: Talazar D'Tvala Character Portrait: Nira Ku Character Portrait: Drogoth Baener Character Portrait: Dezera Malkar Character Portrait: Entalo Raiz Character Portrait: Anton Hierot
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Drogoth

Drogoth wasn't surprised in the least at his leader. After a short glance at him and at Dezera, he broke away from the main group and headed down the fork without a word. He had sensed the presence watching them as well, and because he knew Talazar was also probably well aware of it, he concluded that that was the reason for the splitting of forces. Besides feeling like there were eyes watching him, Drogoth thought he had, at one point, seen movement in the trees to his right and slightly back. It had only been out of the corner of his eye, and only for an instant, but his eyes rarely deceived him.

Talazar was no fool, and if he continued to lead like he was already doing, Drogoth would gladly follow him anywhere. The way he commands, always with a voice that lets everyone know that he is not to be challenged, and the way he makes an example out of anyone who refuses him makes him a good enforcer. That alone would have earned Drogoth's respect, but it wouldn't have been enough to get the man follow him. The reason for his siding with Talazar and Nira, besides them being commanders who knew how to instill fear, was the fact that they were intelligent, nothing more. He had joined because they were smarter and more powerful than Kreon, and also for the fact that he didn't like the man. In fact, he hated him with a passion. The coward always runs away when things start to get tough, and Drogoth hopes he finds him before Talazar or Nira can kill him. He had to have some fun, after all.

Entalo

Entalo knew exactly what to do after the group divided and didn’t even and didn't even have to pause and think, as he saw immediately an opportunity to weaken the force by taking out the smaller detachment. As he followed, Anton in tow, he checked his quiver and his cloak. Both were perfect, with dozens of arrows each. The arrows in the quiver were very securely placed for maximum mobility, and wouldn’t come out unless he pulled them at the exact angle that he was facing. Any other angle would be met with an immense amount of difficulty. Each of the deadly missiles was fastened individually with tiny strips of leather for maximum effectiveness.

The archer’s cloak was an entirely different matter. The arrows were placed in small packs which hooked to the cloak due to the multiple layers of it. One layer had small holes in it to allow the attachment. The next layer was made of tough leather and tougher cloth to provide some measure of protection. The third layer was the outermost layer, dyed a dark green and grey to blend in with his surroundings. The arrows attached to it were his most prized possessions, and he was used to making more of them as they got used. He started to pick out a flat arrow to knock one of the shades out, but thought better of it. They were shades, after all, and didn’t deserve to live.

After a while, he decided they were far enough from the larger group and decided to open fire. Taking out one of the perfect arrows, he needed only a fraction of a second to aim and fire the lightning fast weapon.

He watched the projectile race towards his target, the shade with dual blades, but inches before it hit, Entalo found himself frowning as the man suddenly rolled to one side, drawing his weapon in the process. The weapon was easily recognizable as it wasn't of the norm of most people, being a scimitar instead of the usual straight or broadsword, it was truly unique to find. In an instant the man was on his feet, and the jewel on the scimitar was glowing as the man called upon it’s power. Entalo quickly shot again, but the arrow was stopped in midair by a swirling mass of water that was forming a shield around the two shades.

This is going to take a while, he thought with a sigh as he saw Anton drawing the massive battleaxe from it's sheath on his back.

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Character Portrait: Talazar D'Tvala Character Portrait: Aelianus Kahstar Character Portrait: Kirrah Shay Character Portrait: Drogoth Baener Character Portrait: Dezera Malkar Character Portrait: Entalo Raiz Character Portrait: Anton Hierot
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Aelianus

Aelianus had remained silent for most of the meal. It was good, cooked to perfection, and thus he used it to keep the conversations to a minimum; acting as if his mouth was always full, and by the time he'd swallowed his food, he'd forgotten about whatever may have come up, though nothing did. He felt bad in a way for being so evasive, but he simply couldn't bring himself to talk about anything currently. The question from earlier had brought dozens of memories forward that he'd tried so hard to forget, both happy and sad. Thinking about those days, she was beautiful in her liveliness... Though now he wasn't sure. He knew how Ta... no, he claimed otherwise. Aelianus knew better though, especially when the only time he'd seen any kind of emotion short of hatred was when the man knelt by...

"Thank you for stopping to eat,"

The Princess' words made Aelianus jump. He didn't realize he'd been so lost in his thought, concentrating on memories and sorting through emotions. He'd forgotten even that they were in an inn, and that he still had unfinished food to consume. Looking up, he blinked as if he'd even forgot who she was, taking a moment to register everything around him and then comprehend her words.

"No problem," was his only answer before he returned to his meal. For now he pushed all other thoughts aside, finding them too distracting and knowing that if he were to dwell on them too long, he'd find himself unable to maintain what was just barely an apathetic demeanor.

---

Patience was key. No matter how much the man wished to simply run in and snatch the two, he knew it was better to wait. The drugs would take effect, and they could escort them out as if they were bringing them to a healer. Of course, there weren't that many people around, and he was a senior member of Titus' organization and therefore anyone who opposed him, short of a shade, would be quick to die, but still he didn't want to draw attention to himself. Not now at least.

It was just five minutes prior when he got the notification that his reinforcements were arriving, and he smiled to himself as he continued his act, milling around the inn and serving dishes. What he found truly amusing was the fact that nobody noticed a random new employee, that or they just knew who he was here, and nobody bothered protesting. Whatever the case, when the girl finally collapsed, he made his move, the boy already on his feet and swaying.

The fact that the two seemed to be at a sort of impasse, for whatever reason refusing to talk as both looked like they were within their own world of thought, made the job of drugging the food even easier. It would've been near impossible to detect anyway, but the man knew any amount of help or distractions was always good and ever welcomed. Quickly he rushed up to the prone figure of the girl, kneeling with the boy whom it seemed still refused to eat all his food, and thus didn't receive a full dose of the potion. Behind him, he heard the shuffling of feet, and knew that his second man was coming in.

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"Kirrah!" yelled Aelianus. He'd seen the girl sway, raised an eyebrow as she sat back down, then followed her as she hit the floor. He felt it too, of course, but it wasn't as strong. On his knees he shook the girl, urging her to stay conscious, but it seemed that it was to no avail. When the man from earlier, the one who'd served them, appeared just a moment later, coming down next to him to help, he didn't protest. Perhaps with a clearer mind he could've connected two and two, but currently with everything he was thinking about, coupled with the effects of whatever drug his food had been spiked with, nothing made sense except for the fact that the Princess had collapsed, and the kind waiter was assisting him.

It wasn't until he heard the sound of a sword escaping it's scabbard behind him, and the yelling of people did he realize something was wrong. Looking to the man next to him, he just registered the cruel grin. What happened next was instinctive, and even though his actions were sloppy and rather uncoordinated, he still managed bring his sword to bear, using the draw to sweep out to his right and not only cut across the man who was supposedly helping him, but all the way around and into the gut of the second. Both fell, and through a foggy vision, with the world swaying, Aelianus just managed to gather the girl and make towards the exit. Outside though, several more figures awaited.


Talazar

The ploy worked, and the man smiled as he doubled back around through the trees just to find exactly what he wanted. Two men, once the hunters, now the hunted. He waited for precisely the right moment, the three other shades with him poised for attack as he readied his scythe, his grip flexing on the metal shaft.

He watched through the trees, and although the picture was slightly obscured, he saw the movements that were used when one was drawing a bow, heard the tell-tale sound of the string snapping forward, and saw the arrow spring ahead. Down the road, Drogoth and the other shade who seemed still oblivious were waiting to receive the attack, and Talazar wasn't surprised when he saw their newly appointed lieutenant leap to the side, catching the second shot in a watery shield. That was his signal, and Talazar wasted no time in beginning his flanking maneuver.

The distance was about fifty feet, and the man allowed the black gem on his scythe to take on an ominous glow. Rushing forward, he had a technique for combating archers, and used his jewel to disrupt the air around him. A strong bow could still launch the projectile on a fairly straight path, but for the most part, and especially with smaller, weaker bows, his defense could stop most of their attacks.

His scythe came forward as he appeared from the trees, gathering more energy as it sent a single gust of air careening forward, the shock wave acting as a blade of its own as it sliced through any obstacles that happened to be in its path, trees included. The man continued the movement, the mighty weapon working fluidly in his hands as he brought it up and then back down, once more using it to pole-vault forward. With the aid of his wind jewel, the heights he could reach were truly amazing, and with his specialized defense, he knew he had time to be flashy.

His scythe trailed him as he came down, targeting the archer first. Just feet from the ground is when his weapon came forward, the blade leading on a collision course with the man's neck, decapitation being the motive.

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Drogoth

Drogoth was incredibly overjoyed at the sight of his leader, and he prepared his ice jewel for a large attack that would surround both of the enemies and freeze them to the point of helplessness.

He was just about to launch the projectile when he saw what his leader was doing. He knew that if fired it at the two, his leader could get caught in it and Drogoth didn't feel like dealing with an angry Talazar. Still, he had to do something with the ice orb he had created, as there was no way of simply putting the energy back into the jewel.

Making a split-second decision, he encased himself in the ice, forming armor with razor sharp edges. He had never done this before, and he paused slightly to admire his creation. He was entirely covered in ice, and, using his jewel, he kept transferring energy to where the limbs of his arms, legs, and neck had to move, making the ice surrounding them flexible enough to move wherever he wanted to with no tension whatsoever.

Charging forward and making sure Dezera was protected with the water, at least until he moved, he rushed towards the archer and his companion. The man with the massive axe moved to intercept him, and he dodged his first giant swing, moving closer so that the man had no power behind his swings. Lashing out with his right hand, now encased in sharp ice and still holding his scimitar, he grinned in satisfaction as he heard the small grunt of pain that came from the large man.

Then, something catastrophic happened. The man punched with his right hand, keeping the axe in his left, and caused Drogoth to stagger backwards. He then proceeded to ignite his axe and send a massive fireball hurtling towards Drogoth.

If he had known that the axe wielder was a fire jewel user, he would have never used the ice armor. It had completely melted it and the wind was knocked out of him as he hit the ground, serving only to make him madder than he already was. If the man had pressed the attack, he could have killed Drogoth, but now he had recovered. Still, he wasn't going to attack the man further, at least until the archer was distracted.

Soon after finishing the thought, he got his wish as the man became aware of Talazar rushing towards him.

Entalo

Entalo knew he could penetrate the ice that the shade had created, but just as he was about to do so, he saw him. Urgently, he got Anton's attention just after the man had launched the man in the ice back about twenty yards. His eyes were now fixated on Talazar, who was approaching them at a somewhat astonishing speed.

Knowing he only had only seconds before Talazar was upon them, Entalo quickly called on the power of his ring. Sending out a blast towards the man still recovering from Anton's fireball, he watched as it hit the man, hurling him back another twenty yards.

For a moment he was confused to see that the man was on his feet almost immediately, the lightning doing seemingly nothing except shattering the ice armor. Then he saw the lightning jewel in the man's hand, glowing darkly. He must have had almost no time to react to Entalo, but it had been enough to counter the blast enough so that he didn't get killed.

Disappointed, Entalo turned his attention back to Talazar, who had just landed next to them. He hadn't expected that speed, and quickly fired an arrow at the shades just coming out of the trees as Anton came up in front of him and proceeded to block Talazar's almost fatal sweep, holding the axe that was still on fire with both hands. He saw one of the shades fall to the ground, the arrow sticking straight out of his heart because of the perfect shot. Anton swung at Talazar, having blocked the attack from the shade, and he saw that the man had difficulty with blocking the massive weapon.

They were outnumbered, Entalo knew, and he also knew he had fallen for the obvious trap. He would scold himself later. Now, all of his attention was on trying to figure out how they were going to come out of this fight intact.

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Rue Janair

Her eyes settled on the growing fight, their blue color reflecting the flashes of magic that filled the air. She was up in a tree right above the men in black and the two young men fighting back. For a long while she'd just sat there and watched, woken from her nap by the commotion. Rue had been traveling for some time on her own, enjoying the sights, smells, sounds and feelings of everything around her. This wasn't the first time she'd seen these men in black wreaking havoc on others. It was a strange thing, and she idly wondered why they would do such a thing.

With a slight huff, she tilted backwards all the while thinking to herself, if only they could all get along... Rue backflipped off the top of the branch she was perched on and came down into the fight in three slow twists. She pulled her sword out on the final flip and came down upon a man in black right as he was about to attack one of the shorter men. The taller one was locked in a struggled with one that wielded a wicked looking scythe that looked far too large to be a proper weapon. Her eyes had widened at the sight of such a thing and she felt utterly dwarfed by its size.

With the squirming man underneath her, she tilted her head sideways in a comical expression as she gently stepped off the man's back, "My my, didn't see you there," she whispered softly to him. As he stood, though, she whirled into a serious of sharp kicks and slashes with her sword. Her body was nimble, fast and hard to keep track of. In a matter of seconds, she'd downed the man once more, though this time he stayed down.

Her eyes flicked about the fight, trying to see how she could possibly help further to get the two men out of their sticky situation. Finally, she figured distracting the massive scythe wielder was their best shot. Turning, her eyes flicked up and down the young man whom she'd dropping in front of. He stood a bit taller than her and she gave him a warm smile, "Get ready," she chirped at him.

Turning back, she leveled her blade at the scythe wielder, her smile flashing at him playfully. Closing her eyes and shifting her head off to the side, her blue hair fell over one shoulder and she expelled the pent up magic in her jewel. Water flooded the blade, then danced outwards towards the scythe. Once it reached the black weapon, it curled along it's edges, wrapped down the handle and around the man's wrist. From there it expanded, engulfing the entire weapon and creating a watery shield between her and the two men.

With a hum of satisfaction to herself she looked over her shoulder, "I think now is a good time to run," she said pleasantly. Rue started backing away into the trees as she kept the powerful water shield up. As she moved the water slid off of the man's weapon and his wrist, but never faded. Some of the men in black struck at the wall of liquid, only to have their blades get stuck halfway and have to remove them quickly. The water reformed itself at each strike, never falling apart or breaking open long enough for one black cloaked man or woman to set foot through.

Once in the trees, she dropped the shield and took off into the trees, her foot steps light and near noiseless. She caught up to the other two easily enough and once they were at a good enough distance, she stopped and eyed them both. All the while at the back of her mind, she started making notes on which one she liked better. With a smile she stood to her full height and gave them a comical salute, "Rue Janair. My pleasure to have helped two very... attractive... human males," she introduced. She pulled her lower lip between her teeth as she waited for them to catch their breath and react to her presence.

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Dezera was half zoned when Talazar had divided their forces, and to be honest, he was totally clueless as to the reason why. For the most part his mind simply wandered around, drifting with the wind from one topic to another, and never dwelling for more than a few moments. After about a minute or two of walking, he’d even forgotten where he was at the moment. Chuckling to himself now, Dez couldn’t help but find their current situation comical. To him, because their newly appointed… Uh… Lieutenant? What the hell’s a lieutenant?... Hmm. Well, whoever he was, he didn’t seem to be…

What the hell was I just thinking about again, the man questioned to himself. Glancing around, he had to double check to make sure that he was still in fact present himself. It was just then that the man next to him suddenly dodged to the side, and Dez heard the whizz of the arrow as it flew by, impaling itself into a tree far off down the road as it’s intended target had evaded. Without turning, Dez simply leaned his head back, starring upside with his mouth slightly ajar to see another arrow incoming, stopped as the other man produced a wall of water.

“Hehehe,” chuckled Dez, “Ohhh, some motherfuckin’ attackers… Hehehe, they shouldn’t have tried that.” Turning finally, Dez readjusted his head on his shoulders and watched as Talazar, the massive scythe wilder came barreling from the trees down onto the pair that had attacked them. He was still laughing for whatever odd reason, but made no attempts at moving yet. “Hehehe, told ya.”

Looking around, and bringing up his left hand, Dez counted on his fingers the people present, then after a few double checks to make sure he had his math right, he concluded that the enemy was out numbered. Two was less than … four, five... six. Right? Either way, he knew he was probably fine as he watched Talazar’s swing come down towards the archer, only to be caught and retaliated by the second man whom wielded a rather large axe. The body of Drogoth that went sprawling past him barely fazed the man, as he simply stood with a crooked grin on his face. “Hehehe, he’s so dead,” he mumbled.

Suddenly though another variable appeared, and probably as a shocker to most. At this point Dez had sat down and watched with his head tilted awkwardly to the left, a position that couldn’t possibly be comfortable, his eyes following every movement, yet seeming somehow detached to what was happening at the same time. The girl’s water attack that held Talazar made Dez scoff as he fell backwards and simply stared at the sky. “Hehe, oh well.”

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Character Portrait: Talazar D'Tvala Character Portrait: Aelianus Kahstar Character Portrait: Raiyn Illander Character Portrait: Kirrah Shay Character Portrait: Drogoth Baener Character Portrait: Dezera Malkar Character Portrait: Entalo Raiz Character Portrait: Anton Hierot Character Portrait: Rue Janair
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Talazar

The man didn't flinch as his target turned on him and fired, seeing immediately that the arrow wasn't intended for him. He wasn't however expecting the speedy defense of the man's comrade as his heavy axe came in to stop his sweep. Glaring at the the one who had gotten in his way, Talazar didn't even bother worrying about the flaming blade of the heavy weapon, as all he cared about how was the man wielding it. How annoying it was when people always got in your way. You do not stop the reaper from doing his job, from passing his judgment, lest you end up yourself with the same fate. Lately though, it seemed, people were all too willing to intervene and die.

Stepping back, Talazar allowed himself and his opponent a moment before suddenly the man attacked. The heavy swing wouldn't be hard to block, but the entirety of the weapon and it's momentum would most definitely do good to push the man's scythe out of the way, leaving him open to a quick follow up. No, Talazar didn't block it, but instead let his weapon drop to the ground at the last moment. Held in his right hand, and with the shaft and blade far to the left, Talazar leaned back beneath the axe's proximity, then drew his arm back to both balance himself and bring the scythe around to the man's legs. All would have gone accordingly, and his adversary would've been on the ground, if not for one presence the man had failed to sense.

The Fae who appeared not only enraged the man with her playful grin, but further with the fact that her magic held the him and kept his counter from being implemented. With his weapon and wrist suddenly encased in water that quickly expanded to shield the girl and the two others, Talazar's attack was null and void.

The man struggled as he watched the three make their escape, happy that the water had receded from his person, but still annoyed at its presence between his troops and their enemies. Without having to test the integrity of the barrier like the other shades had done, Talazar simply stood, watching his prey withdraw, staring daggers into their backs. Whoever they were, they'd be sorry they ever made themselves stand out to the man. More faces for the list of deaths to be administered.

Huffing a deep sigh, Talazar's arm came out suddenly and brought the blade of the scythe around to his left and into the gut of one of the shades next to him. The full length penetrated, two and a half feet protruding from his back, and effectively severing his spinal cord. Still with the same glare, Talazar simply looked at the man, nodded his condolenses, and withdrew the weapon. Turning to Drogoth he spoke with a less than pleasant tone.

"Come, we'll get them later." His gaze shifted to the shade whom was laying on his back, and the man simply shook his head. "We've got other matters to attend to."


Aelianus

"Hah, look who's managed to get a little fight in him!" Chimed a man. His words were followed by the smug contributions from his comrades whom all felt a need to make sure their voice was heard, whether it be another snide comment, or some profanity. Aelianus simply stared at them, holding the Princess awkwardly and leaning on his blade. It was now that he was happy that only a fraction of his food had been consumed, but the effects were still enough to take their toll. The man struggled to keep his gaze from drifting into a double-vision blur, and his legs worked to stay upright as if the world was continuously teetering back and forth.

"Well, now now, we can't have you alive and upright, can we?" Said another, his grin widening as his grip on his broadsword adjusted. "We'll be needin' that girl too."

Aelianus huffed, blinking once as he tried to concentrate his vision on the one who was talking, but it was far too difficult. Getting a better hold on the Princess, Aelianus brought up his sword to combat those who suddenly took a step forward. His gaze shot back and forth, trying to watch everyone to see who'd strike first, but the movement was too much and only aided in making him dizzier. Then, without warning the first man struck.

Adrenaline could be affiliated with Aelianus' escape; that and the pure need and desire to protect a friend. It was a potent combination, and that showed as even when hindered by a potion that caused all his movements to be unbalanced and uncoordinated, and with the mediocre combat skill he had, the boy still managed to fight his way out. Perhaps it was the fact that his dose wasn't as much as the Princess', or that his movements were doing good to pump the drug from his system, but as he broke the boundary of the town, Aelianus found some of his motor skills returning and his head clearing.

Breathing heavily, clothes torn or cut and with his bloodied sword still clutched in his hands, Aelianus ran as fast as he possibly could without collapsing back home. How he managed to keep the Princess in his grip was unknown even to him, especially when she sustained no wounds at the cost of several scars he'd be bearing, but he didn't care. Right now his only worries were on those of the remaining group who pursued him. He knew at least if he could make it a safe distance away, or even get home he'd be more safe than he was now, but as he drew up to the house, that thought was immediately dispelled.

The first signs were the gardens that lined either side of the walkway. Obviously butchered by a sword of some kind, Aelianus suddenly felt a new fear welling in his chest as he stumbled up to the door, which was slightly ajar. Stepping inside, the boy couldn't hold himself up any longer and simply fell to the ground, but did his best to not fall on the girl. When he looked up, he found that not only did his fresh blood coat the floor, but also that of others and their bodies.

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Character Portrait: Talazar D'Tvala Character Portrait: Nira Ku Character Portrait: Drogoth Baener Character Portrait: Dezera Malkar Character Portrait: Entalo Raiz Character Portrait: Anton Hierot Character Portrait: Rue Janair
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Drogoth was absolutely furious. Not only had he been blown back by a fireball, but he had also been hit with a blast of lightning. He had barely seconds to draw his own lightning jewel out and call upon it's power, but it had been enough to lessen the attack. Still, he had been blasted back a fair distance, and even though he was on his feet in an instant, his whole body was tingling and his ears were ringing. But, on top of that, his prey had gotten away.

Talazar and Nira had given his the simple task of hunting someone down and killing them. They even said to leave her bodyguard alive for Talazar. If he couldn't even make it through the woods without getting blasted, he was going to have a difficult time.

Still, he thought, I have a few tricks up my sleeve that none of them have ever seen.

That did little to lessen his mood, and when he walked over to Talazar he was still fuming with rage.

"Fine. Where are we going?" He asked the reaper. Listening for the man's answer, he calmly walked over to Dezera and proceeded to haul him up by the clothing near his neck before slamming his fist into the man's abdomen then pulling it back before repeating the motion. It did little to lessen the anger, and as he turned away, he thought that he might be even madder than when he started.

It was about then when he realized that the edges of his vision were slightly green in color. Forcing himself to calm down at least a little, he silently promised himself that the next time he met an enemy that lasted more than a few minutes against him, he would unleash his rage.

Entalo

As soon as the opportunity had presented itself, Entalo and Anton were ready to flee, and when the small woman had appeared, it had given them the prime opportunity. Not pausing to press the advantage, fleeing to the relative safety of the trees. Once a safe distance away, and waiting a moment to ensure that they weren't followed, they allowed themselves a moment to think and find out whom this woman was.


Entalo was surprised to see that she was actually smaller than him, which he found interesting, as most women he saw were at least a few inches taller than him. He also noted her blue hair, which he thought was somewhat rare, but rareness wasn’t always a bad thing. He himself was one of the very few people to become one of the best archers in the land, everyone else preferring to fight with melee weapons.

"Rue Janair. My pleasure to have helped two very... attractive... human males." Those statements brought a slight raise to one of Entalo's eyes' as he thought about the bluntness which the woman had said it. He decided he liked the name, and thought she was very attractive, which he rarely thought about women. Looking over at Anton, he could tell that his friend thought the same, but didn't hide it as well as the small man did. If she decided anything, Entalo would gladly accept her, as the statement had hinted at that, but for now, he had hunting to do. He would leave the flirting, or lack thereof, to Anton.

"I...er...I mean...hi...I'm...uh...Anton." Entalo chuckled slightly at that and turned to go down a small path that would probably intersect with the road that Talazar and the other shades were traveling. Looking back to where his friend's face was rapidly becoming redder, he decided to help put him out of his misery.

"Come here, you smooth talker, you," he said. Not intending to embarrass his friend even further, but deciding that was almost impossible to do, he smiled warmly at Anton and proceeded to check over his weapons and motioned for Anton to do the same. It was just a way to save the man from his own blundering as he knew that the large axe blade almost never dulled. Whether or not the man chose to try his luck with the woman and ignore him, or come pretend to sharpen his weapon to avoid more awkwardness, he didn't really care as he started to take arrows from his cloak and started to put them into his quiver. They were specialized arrows that could explode on contact, releasing a searing liquid. He handled them delicately, not wanting to accidentally set one off on himself, because at this range the acidic pouch would likely kill him. Still, it was a risk he was willing to take if it meant killing Talazar.

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Character Portrait: Talazar D'Tvala Character Portrait: Aelianus Kahstar Character Portrait: Raiyn Illander Character Portrait: Kirrah Shay Character Portrait: Drogoth Baener Character Portrait: Dezera Malkar
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Talazar

The man glanced back a moment to watch Drogoth begin his assault on the moronic shade whom decided to lie down, then turned away. By now the watery barrier had dissipated, leaving a wet puddle sitting in the center of the road. Looking around, the three shades Talazar had brought were no longer amongst the living, and thus he simply ignored the other two for a moment while he tasked himself with collected the demonic jewels from those deceased. When he had finished, he looked to Drogoth. The man didn't look at all satisfied yet, and Talazar wasn't either, but what he had in mind would hopefully fix that, or at least prolong the need for revenge.

Talazar had purposely ignored the question until now, but finally he spoke, his voice level as he swung his scythe around, once more letting the blade dig into the earth behind him. "Where we're going, Lieutenant, is to the battlefield we'd just abandoned. There's a bounty of jewels to be collected, and no doubt plenty of survivors trying to cling to their pitiful lives. We'll gather what we need, I'll head back to Nira, and then you can continue on your quest to locate the Princess. Kill any stragglers."

His gaze shifted over the two shades before he started forward, his blade drawing a clear path through the dirt. "Come, we mustn't let the blood dry."

Looking down at the pitiful man, Talazar had picked him out almost immediately. He never forgot the face of someone he swore to kill, and thus this man and his partner required the attention first. Obviously with all the action it would have been nearly impossible to watch every angle, and a stray attack would've been the demise of most of these men or women, some of whom refused to be silent. Either way, it was because the job wasn't complete that Talazar felt the need to help the two.

Picking up the first one by his shirt, he looked into the man's eyes, but there was no pity or remorse to be found, only content and malice. "Lieutenant," he spoke. "Dispose of this man... And you!" He turned his attention now to Dez, "You get his over sized partner. I've got work to do."

With that, Talazar spun abruptly, easily being able to drag the lighter man around himself before flinging him in the general direction of Drogoth. After that, what happened to them was none of his concern, so long as they died. Quietly, he busied himself with gathering the jewels he could, stopping every now and then to plunge his blade into a body, silencing its screams of agony or otherwise.



Aelianus


Aelianus struggled to prop himself up onto his elbows. Looking to Raiyn, exhausted, he shook his head at the question. "Ran... into some old friends," he managed. "Damnit... She's fine, just drugged... Sleep.. What happened here?" Glancing around and past the man, Aelianus found it odd to be able to see daylight down the hall. Normally it was candle light or just darkness, but the fact that the back of the house was missing, coupled with the broken door and destroyed gardens in the front was something more important to worry about than himself. Looking to Raiyn, he suddenly found a new strength as he rolled off the girl, standing shakily and brushing past him.

"Mother," was the only thing he managed as he scrambled down the hall, clawing at the wall to support himself before he finally ran out of house to lean on and simply fell forward again. The destruction that met his eyes, the dead shades, it was all too much, but it still paled in comparison to the sight of the figure off to one side, lying with her eyes shut, on her back, her wrinkled face looking several years younger in her eternal rest. One arm was out to her side, palm up as if calling to the boy, asking for him to take it, as if she wanted to feel him once more.

Aelianus couldn't speak, he couldn't move. Whether it was his wounds, or the hell he suddenly found himself in, the boy was petrified. Silently his lips moved, but no sound came. He shut his eyes tight, both to block out the image that was forever engraved in his mind from this point on, and to try to hold back the tears that were already masking his face. The slip into unconsciousness was all too welcomed, and he didn't struggle, but simply accepted it. Somehow he wished it was death that overtook him, because he just couldn't bear to continue living now, not with both of them gone. "Mother," he finally whispered.

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Talazar did nothing to acknowledge the small man whom he'd deemed Drogoth's problem as he charged him, but simply allowed the Lieutenant to recapture his prey. He had no doubts that the man would've gathered him, and if he hadn't, well Talazar could without question kill them both for incompetency on two accounts. Nevertheless, Drogoth did redeem himself, and thus Talazar busied himself with collecting all the jewels he could find. By the time he'd finished, his scythe wore several new coats of blood, each overlapping and mixing into the next, and held also an almost overwhelming amount of jewels. Looking up to the two other shades, he called out to Drogoth.

"Go and find the Princess. Complete your task, we're finished here." With that, the man turned, as usual letting his scythe drag through the ground and any bodies that happened to be in his way. Perhaps he would've told the man where to search, because Talazar had almost no doubt where Aelianus would've run off to, but the man refused. He knew also that whenever the boy spoke of the place, he would only recollect on how much Talazar had hated it, because both men, no matter how much the reaper hated to admit it, couldn't help but feel a stinging sadness when they thought of the other half of the story. Talazar's eyes dropped a moment before he once more donned his detached, apathetic mask.

At the last minute, Talazar turned. He was just at the end of the clearing and could still see Drogoth and Dez across the way. The promise needed to be kept. "Drogoth!" he yelled, "If you stumble across Aelianus, take him prisoner. Do not kill him..." Talazar didn't even wait for a response, because it wasn't necessary. What would happen if the man didn't follow orders was an unspoken agreement, death.

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Back at the town, Talazar strode through the posts that made up the supposed entrance and glanced around at the shades whom meandered around, either lounging or practicing in their combat. Anyone who was lounging recieved a solid and well-deserved smack to the head from the shaft of the man's massive weapon, and thus it seemed the further into town he went, the smarter the shades became, picking up on the routine quickly. Dismissing the rest, Talazar simply proceeded towards the large building that Nira had designated as their own, and stepped inside.

The single shade that remained on guard outside the room Nira occupied didn't move as Talazar swept past him. In the doorway, the man dropped his loot of brilliant black jewels and then stepped over them. Approaching the woman, he took a moment to give her a critical look, inspecting her side which was soaked in red, and then the books, colored in a similar manner. His scythe, which he now held upright, then came forward. The man allowed it to careen down and stab into the table, though missing the books just in case they were of importance, and he was sure that they were, then circled around her. Raising an eyebrow, and after he'd finished with whatever it was he was doing, he spoke.

"I trust your trip was successful?"