Ensimidion

GM

Date: June 23. Time: 10:50 AM. It is a peaceful day today. No Demons/Undead roaming the streets yet. They are probably hiding. Watch out for demon traps! There are a lot of them today!

Drew woke up on his bed, near the ray of light. He stood up, disguised his armor as a bag, wore his hood, and went to some towns, wileding his spear.he saw no demons... Yet. But, Drew was unaware of the Demons' traps. He got trapped in one. Dangit. "Trapped again. I keep forgetting to put that in my notebook." Drew found no escape for himself. He waited, and waited for hours. He also left his spear. But luckily, he still has his dagger, although he can't cut the strings, because it was made of Demon Strings (fictional, of course). Some Demons found him, and cut the strings, and prepared to eat his soul. But, Drew stood up, and stabbed each Demon in the eye, reaching their brains, and disintegrating them. Drew finally found a way out, and well, went out. Drew took his spear, put it on his back, and put on his armor. He, then, saw Demons lurking in the streets. He did some slaying, and went back to the ray of light. But, he saw a statue, wearing a ring, similar to the Ring of Solomon. He looked close, and finally found the ring. He tried to take it from the statue's fingers, but the statue moved, and moved Drew out of the way. The statue's rocks fell off, revealing a demon within the statue. He fought with it, but lost. He called some Angels to help him, amd they did. After fifty minutes of battling, they finally won. Then, Drew cleansed the Ring of Solomon, then wore it, giving Drew the power to summon loyal demons, and it gave him a strange power. Drew went back home, and rested for awhile.

Skye's eyes fluttered open slowly, some light shining on his face. His crystal blue eyes stared out of the window, and he forced himself to his feet. He pulled on his robes, and boots. He slowly put on a pure white mask, made out of ivory Bone, and pulled his hood up. With a quick movement, he attached his Longsword to his thigh, and stepped out into the street.

The sound of footsteps were behind him within five minutes of leaving his house. Skye turned, and faced the demon. It was larger than usual, and pitch black. It was a mirror of him. The two unsheathed their blades, and they clashed. A puddle nearby turned into pure ice, and slowly cracked and formed ice needles. "Glacies acus de Dolor!" He chanted, which was latin for Ice Needles of Pain, and they all pierced the Demon's brain and skull. With a quick movement, he booted the Demon onto it's back, and he turned to face atleast five more. He must have walked into a replication trap. He made a strange handseal like a cross, and light radiated from him. "Divine Strike." He whispered, and with one swipe of his blade, the Demons disappeared into a bloody mess. He figured the trap was gone, and he went home. He locked his doors and windows, and sat on his bed. Oh, how he hated Tuesdays.

GM

Date: June 24. Time: 11:45 AM. The Holy Grail has been found! Templar's castle, Britain. Beware: Demons have manifested this castle, and most of them are invisible.

Temperance:

Padding around carefully, her cloak and skirts making her near invisable in the shadows her to beautiful black wodden staff glinted slightly but not enough to draw attention. She had a destination in mind, quickly she reached the door of the tainted building. Stepping inside the demons jumped out at her, out of hiding. Spinning her staff in one hand a lage blade opened, making her staff a scyth. It didnt take long twisting around she severed two head and knocked one to the ground kicking the side of his head she smashed the weak demons brian, walking around the dirty house she found the long dead bodies of the owner of the house. Sighing she exsited the building once agian walking in the shadows, Staff back to looking like nothing but a staff she walked back to her own house, on the outskirts of town, away from the populated areas.

Once home she pulled off her cloak to reveal her long hair and her delicate fetured face that hinted at her elven parantage if the slightly pointed ears hadnt already givin it away. Her thick soled combat boots made no noise as she walked around her house making sure it was safe before curling up on her couch, she hadnt worn her armor today because the demons were weak but the few scratchs to got stung, just wanting to rest because she knew tomorrow would probably be harder.