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Reign of Dragons : Rebooted

Reign of Dragons : Rebooted

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Tensions are thick, the three powers fight amongst themselves. In the shadows a group emerges with the deadly intent to raise an old, powerful enemy. With the cities at each others throats already, it'll take someone else to stop the evil from rampaging.

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Introduction

The Reign of Dragons


There are three ruling dragons, reigning together with the three most powerful cities in the land; The Red Dragons, the White Dragons, and the Black Dragons.

Red Dragons: Rule together with those who use magic.

Sorcerers/Sorceresses: Destructive magic’s, such as fire.

Mages: Mostly healers, natural magic’s such as water (used for healing), wind, and earth.

Witches: Trickery spells (mostly), They use ingredients for all of their magic.

Warlocks: Dark magic’s, necromancy and illusions are what they specialize in.

Those who use magic have a tight kinship with their fellow dragons, however, not many of the people bond with a dragon. A dragon who bonds with one using magic also gain some of their companions power as well.

Those who use magic worship the goddess Vyldi, who was told to be the woman who taught her four children the ways of magic. However, the four children excelled only at one such power, and thus they split apart. Sorcerers worship Vyldi’s son, Aier. Mages worship Vyldi’s daughter, Myst. Witches worship Vyldi’s second daughter, Leeya. Warlocks worship Vyldi’s second son, Reev.

*Note*: All magic users have some form of healing. All magic users have a ‘price’ to using magic. I.E. Energy=Magic, the more magic used, the less energy they have to keep casting. They will eventually have to stop and rest.

The Red’s capital city is Ro’ell where King Greyor and his red dragon Vier rule. Cities Letolill, Winterfall and Haylfer are under the capital’s rule. Bronze dragon’s are their allies. Neutral dragons are found in these cities as well.

White Dragons: Rule together with those who are elves.

Blessed with long life, the elves have a special attachment with their dragons, living for hundreds of years before dying with their lifetime dragon. The elves are especially sensitive to nature, the feelings of others, and have some form of magic, mostly healing.

The elves worship the God Eeryin, God of the earth. The elves believe that Eeryin made the land, and entrusted it to his human children to take care of. However, because the human’s took advantage of his generosity and destroyed many forests and mountains for their own gains, Eeryin forsake the humans and created the elves, tasking them to protect what was left of his beautiful lands. So the elves made their homes in the forest’s and the mountains, protecting what was left.

The Whites capital city is Crystacia where Queen Fae and her white dragon Azure (named for her deep blue eyes) rule. The city Lethandrill is under the capitals rule, sometimes Skyfall will side with the Queen as well. Blue and silver dragons are their allies, neutral dragons can be found here too.

Black Dragons: Rule together with the human’s who possess no power.

The human’s consist of many types. Those who are under the rule of the black dragons are warriors, knights, some archers and some rangers. Other human’s that do not have a specific trade will most likely take black dragons (or their allies) as their companions.

The human’s worship the God Rayier the god who was said to create the black dragons. He gave the human’s power by giving them the dragons to reign with, and the humans conquered many lands with their given power. Many of the humans who ride the black dragons believe that they should reign completely over the other two powerful dragons, the reds and the whites.

The Blacks capital city is Laowlee where King D’earl and his black dragon Onyxia rule. Cities Vaye, and Witherwall are under the capitals rule. Green dragons and purple dragons are their allies and neutral dragons can be found as well.

Finally there are the dragons and cities that are neutral. Each of these humans, elves and magi worship their own gods, or no gods. They ride whatever dragon they wish (all dragon colors have some that are neutral), and they do whatever pleases them. However, there are those that are only neutral, never to side with anyone and have always been neutral.

Pirates, sailing the seas is their only love, landing where they want and getting what they want. Many are ruthless, but there are some that are modest and do good. However, most if not all, do not follow any rules laid down by the cities. They have their own codes of honor; follow their ship captain to whatever end, their dragons are their prize and will be taken care of more splendidly than themselves, stealing from the rich only, if there is mutiny, those involved are left behind, no matter if they are in the middle of the ocean, or in the middle of a city. Pirates worship no gods.

Dwarves, mine deep in the rockiest mountains, living in caverns carved by their own hands. They have no cities that they go too, only their underground caverns. Their God is Oonra, the maker of the dwarven race, and founder of dwarven steel. Dwarves take the smaller of all the dragon kin as their companions, the Gold dragons. Some may take the larger ones, but those few never return to their brethren, preferring to live in the large cities and see the world. None have ever sided with any of the powerful cities.

Assassins, have their own guilds and worries. They are called upon by many of the nobles during times of strife and fighting. They have no loyalties to any one power, preferring to stay neutral and working only when they are asked to. The assassins guilds are large, their training vigorous, and their Goddess, Riena, leads them well. She empowers them to be stealthy, quick, and above all, merciful.

The cities Kingsburrow and Yeveen are neutral in all affairs; Skyfall is their capital, though at times she bends her knee to Crystacia. Skyfall is ruled by Lady Mieereen and her yellow dragon Viper. Yellow and Gold dragons are prominent in these cities, however, there are a handful of other dragons seen in the city’s streets, as well as other races. These are people and dragons who have turned neutral because of one issue or another. Most the time, they can easily be persuaded to join one side or the other.



Other:

Dragons and their companions share a special bond. Every dragon was born to their companion, starting the bond while the dragon was still in the egg. After hatching, the dragon can speak to their companion, share their feelings and share their thoughts. The dragons grow very quickly, and most (if not all) who are companioned with a dragon will ride their dragon.

The dragons do not live with their companions, preferring high, rocky places where they can bath their bodies in the sunlight. They hunt on their own in large opened areas and will never frequent a city (unless they are the smaller, Golden dragons, who grow to be no larger than the size of a cat). The cities are far apart, leaving plenty of room for every dragon to have their own space and hunting grounds.

Dragons are very protective over their companions, they know where their companion is at all times, what they are thinking and how they are feeling. A dragons strength can be transferred into their companion to help them if they are in trouble and cannot call their dragon. Dragons will feel their companion’s pain and vice versa.


The plot:

There is one dragon that all fear, he has no companion, no city and no ruler. His name was Barthomel. Defeated by the three reigning dragons many years ago, he fell to ruin, death and decay. Thought to forever be dead and forgotten from the world, the three powerful dragons turned their back on defending his death bed, a deep canyon where he’d been struck down, and never returned.

A darkness is rising from the canyon’s deep, dark, depths. A terrible kind of magic that is bringing him back into the world. His rise will be terrible, more violent than before. Above all else, Barthomel will be twice as powerful as he was before he died. It took all three dragons to bring him down, but this time, it may take more.

The powerful cities have a strenuous alliance, having fought between each other for thousands of years. The Red’s and the Whites have more of an alliance than the White’s and the Blacks. The Red’s and the Black’s are nearly at each other’s throats, but somehow the White’s keep the fighting to a minimum. The noble houses are the ones to fight and bicker. The darkness at the very southern edge of the world is rising, but no one sees it. It will take a miracle to save the lands this time.


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As always, if there is a different kind of character that you did not see in the list above and you think they would fit in this RP, please, feel free to make a character sheet for them. I’m very open minded and am willing to accept any character.

The only kind of character I won’t accept is that of the King’s or Queen’s children. You may have a noble’s character, within reason. The reason being that I need characters that can easily move from city to city without having restrictions. For example if there were to be King D’earl’s son in the RP, he wouldn’t have the freedom to leave the city capitol because of his duties as the prince, and because of the tensions between the other two powers. Make sense?

If there are any questions, please feel free to ask me at any time in either the OOC, or by PM.

Finally, as always, if there are any ideas that you wish to add to this RP, feel free to put it up in OOC and I will take a look at it and talk with you about it.

Now, the Character Sheet:

Balance your strengths and weaknesses. With every strength there is an opposite weakness. Don’t make an overly powerful character, besides’ they’re no fun :), being tossed around is much more interesting.

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Dragon’s Name and Color:

Appearance: ((Any kind of picture will do here)) A couple of sentences here about what we don't see in the picture would be awesome!

Age: ((Please no teens))

Race:((If you’re a human, add if you are a warrior, knight, sorcerer, witch etc, assassin, pirate….I’m sure you get the point :) ))

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"Furthermore, he has committed countless crimes against the Queen. Thievery, murders and black magic. We want him... disposed of," the man talking flicked his gaze to a beautiful woman standing next to him. She was not the Queen herself, but a servant and right hand of the Queen. The man was tall, donning silver armor with the elven Queen's crest emblazoned on it. His white hair was pulled back from his face in a neat ponytail, pieces of it loose from the tie and framing his angular face. Pale blue eyes gazed at both Talon and his father.

The assassins were a harsh contrast to the beautiful, seemingly glowing, white elves. Talon and his father both were dark of skin, their short hair the same strange blue-grey color with their eyes matching. Talon wore dark colored clothes that wrapped around his lithe body tightly, making it easy to move in. His long sword was strapped to his side as he stood there with crossed arms. Several knives and daggers were hidden across his form, and he could feel where each one was. Long sleeves covered the tops of his hands from just below his shoulder hooking to his leather shirt.

"We will see what we can do. I believe you have need of our services considering your petition," Talon's father responded, his voice deep and booming even though he spoke softly. Looking down to the much large man, Talon raised an eyebrow. They were going to kill this man who was a petty thief and murderer that the Queen could easily throw in her dungeons and let rot away. He held his tongue though, not wishing to give his father anymore reason to be angry with him.

"Thank you," the elf unfurled his fingers and brought his arm across his form as he bowed, tilting his head as he did so. As the elf turned, he stopped then looked back at Talon and his father, "One more thing, the man is no longer in Crystacia. He is believed to be somewhere here in Skyfall," then he started to leave the room, his boots padding softly across the carpet. Once the door was closed Talon uncrossed his arms and looked to his father.

"Are you really going to send someone after this man?"

The head of the assassin's guild sat there with one arm up on the table while his fingers stroked his jaw line. Talon's eyes narrowed as he grew frustrated with his fathers lack of an answer. Slowly the older man looked up to his son and matched the stare that was given to him. After a moment, Talon swallowed dryly and looked away. He'd never been able to stare his father down. The older assassin was twice his size, not to mention more deadly then himself, even with Riena's blessings on him.

"Yes. It is money for the guild, and it is a request from the Queen."

"She's got you all tied up," Talon muttered before realizing he'd said it aloud. His body stiffened as he stood there, well aware of his father standing slowly next to him.

"The Queen is a lesser evil among the three powers," he growled back then sighed heavily, "Besides, I cannot allow a single man to terrorize the streets of Skyfall. This is my city and I will see it protected. You will see this through, Talon."

Talon bristled at his fathers words. It wasn't that he didn't want to kill the man, for surely the criminal deserved it, but it was the thought that there was magic involved. Was his father trying to get him killed? He whirled on the taller man and glared up at him, "You know I cannot fight alone against someone with magic!"

"Consider it part of your training."

He sputtered as he tried to get a response out but his father left him in the meeting room soon after. The door clicked closed and to Talon it was like the sound of his fate being locked in. His fingers gripped the handle of his sword tightly. Fine, he thought, if his father wanted him to kill a single mage he would do it.

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The dark night was cold but welcoming to Talon. The shadows curled outward towards him, trying to pull him deeper into darkness. Ignoring the feeling of the cold and the stretching fingers of the night trying to encompass him, he made his way down the street. It had taken him the entire day to locate the man's whereabouts, but he managed it. The criminal had found his way into an abandoned house near the center of the city. Some of the reports he'd received talked about disturbances around the house. Obviously the man had begun immediately in his dark magic.

There is light in the window. The deep rumbling voice that echoed in his head was from his large silver dragon. The winged beast was high up in the air, circling around the city as he watched the house from his high vantage point.

Anyone else in there, Vy?

Yes. Two others.

Talon gave a slight nod of his head as he approached the house that Vy had spoken of. His eyes lifted to see the brilliant light in the window, three shadows flickering across the closed curtains. The house had two floors, the window his gaze was on was on the second floor. As he watched, the golden light turned to a burnt orange, then to a deep burning red. He shuddered as he watched it change, magic was the only thing he could think of that was going on inside. Reaching to his abdomen, he pulled from under the layered leather, several throwing knives.

Silently he approached the house and made his way inside. It was pitch black on the first floor, but Riena allowed him to see and so he passed through the area without fail and made his way up the staircase to the second floor. Once he made the landing, he spotted the room immediately as it was now glowing a deep purple around the edges of the door. Talon moved to it quickly and pressed himself against the wall, listening to what was going on inside. A deep voice was chanting something in a language he'd never heard before. A second later and a feminine voice gasped as if she were in pain, soon after a soft thud alerted him to a body collapsing to the floor.

Talon turned quickly and threw the door opened. His body followed his throwing knives as he aimed for the magician. However, the man stretched out his hand and pulled the second man up to him to block the attack. All three of his knives carved deep into the man's throat and Talon ground his teeth in irritation. Coming to a stop, he let the magician drop the dead man and threw his other knives. The cloaked man smiled at him from underneath the dark hood and flicked his fingers at the incoming projectiles.

The blades stopped in mid air and twisted around back at Talon. Quickly, he drew his sword and lunged at the mage. His sword knocked aside all of his own blades as they came hurtling back at him and he pulled his sword back in preparation to run the man through. His blade point came to a crushing halt as he hit the man, but didn't run him through. The air around the criminal rippled like a rock had hit a still pond. Talon's heart nearly stopped as his eyes widened. He'd fought once before with a mage and he'd lost horribly, but at least then he'd managed to deal the young man several crippling blows of his own.

Reaching up, the cloaked and hooded man barely tapped the blade tip and Talon was on the floor. The magic had vibrated up his own weapon, through his arm and straight to his chest. He coughed as the pain slowly faded away, able to breath once again.

Talon!

I'm fine, he replied to his dragon whom he could feel was wheeling around in tight, agitated circles. Certainly the enormous being had felt his pain as well, but being that he was a dragon, it probably didn't effect him as much. He felt fingers curl in his hair and lift him off the floor to look at the man. Both his hands went up to grasp the criminal's wrist as he twisted in the man's hold.

"You're too late, boy. The rebellion has begun and he will be born again. Through magic and blood, no one will stand against him. Not even you, assassin. Watch as your city and the world you know dies," the man's twisted words didn't make any sense to him. Switching hands, the mage took hold of Talon's throat and threw him out the window. Glass pierced the exposed portions of his skin, and he twisted in the air as he plummeted to the cobblestones beneath him. Before he hit the ground, he felt the air pulse around him and he was thrown sideways from the blast.

Hitting the ground at a roll, it felt like every bone in his body had been broken as he struggled to breath and get back up to his feet. All the while at the back of his mind he was thinking to himself, this is why I don't fight mages... damn cheaters! Slowly, Talon got to his feet and faced the man, drawing his daggers as he glared at the insolent being who thought that because he had magic, Talon was nothing compared to him.

His eyes widened slightly as he watched the mage disappear and then reappear right in front of him. Instinct was what saved him, and he managed to block the incoming fist that glowed with pure magic. Twisting and ducking at the same time, both of his daggers cut across the man's wrist. Taking a few, quick steps backwards, he distanced himself from the mage and glowered at him, angered at the fact that he'd been taken by surprise several times now. As he lunged forward to drive both his daggers into the man's chest, he was met by a shock of magic that dropped him to the ground.

His body felt as if it were on fire, then he felt himself rolled onto his back and the cloaked mage straddled him, a gleaming look in his eye as the moonlight caught his face for a mere moment. One had was raised up over his head, the fingers outstretched in a claw-like manner and magic swirling around his fingers. Before the mage could drop the deadly blow on him, he looked up suddenly. Talon didn't know what it was that caught his attention, but he took the opportunity and came forward with his dagger. He buried the blade deep in the man's lower rib cage. The mage got to his feet and stumbled away, cursing.

"Insolent child, be grateful it is not your time yet," with that he disappeared from sight completely and Talon collapsed on his back in the middle of the empty street. He took long deep breaths of cold air to relax his aching body.

"What the hell was that all about," he muttered to himself.

Are you alright, my little assassin?

Talon's eyebrow twitched at his dragon's nickname for him, Fine. Have to go report this to my father. Maybe he'll know more about what that crazed man meant. Then he got to his feet and wearily went to retrieve his weapons and return to the assassin's guild.

The setting changes from City Skyfall to Dragoon

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Character Portrait: Elanor Heathertoe

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Standing on the top of a mighty hill, Kingsburrow peeked out from the top of the forest it was build in, standing high and mighty like it always did. The street crowded with its citizens and anyone visiting, merchant shouting their wares from their stalls that occupied the first few blocks of Kingsburrow.

Minstrels and entertainers were performing for large crowds desperately giving it their all to raise a wee bit of money for further journeys. One such entertainer, was Elanor, who had attracted quite the crowd with her singing voice and the lute that carefully assisted in telling the tale of the great bandit Gerralt who took from the rich and gave to the poor. The tale was almost at an end, a tragic end where Gerralt turned himself in, for he did not want his people to suffer in his name.

As the final chord rang through the ears of those who listened, Elanor was showered with applause and coin from her audience, a delightful feeling indeed. The halfling elegantly bowed to thank them, rising up to prepare for her most favourite act, the final act.

“Thank you, thank you. For my next act, I will juggle these swords with just a one hand.” As if that wasn't enough, a sneaky grin formed on the woman's face, amused by the many awes that had gotten a hold of the crowd. “While I balance on this sphere.”

The halfling revealed a minth-green ball that was decorated with white stars, so nice of the one jester to let her 'borrow' it for her show. With a wee-bit of struggle, Elanor managed to get her balance on the big sphere, slowly but surely getting out her weapons and began twirling them into the air one by one, catching them with the same hand and tossing them up once more.

Good, the crowd was more then focused on Elanor's act, so much that they didn't notice the tiny gold dragon sneaking through the crowd, picking their pockets and crawling back to his spot where he hid each capture behind a batch of barrels and crates that were located in a hidden alleyway.

A solid plan, really. Elanor would entertain a crowd, while her tiny pet dragon would attempt to nick as many coins as he could. Speaking of which, is wasn't long before someone got hold of the duo, although it wasn't one of the crowd.

“Oi! Thief! Gimme back muh stuff!” A flamboyantly dressed fellow, which Elanor could only recognize as the jester she borrowed the sphere from. Oh buggery. The halfling did not hesitate one second to hop of the sphere, gathering her stuff and legging it shortly afterwards. Though not without a big “Thank you,” and a wide grin directed at her crowd.

Yeah... Thanks for your time, but more importantly; your coin. Morons.

What followed, was a long Benny Hill-esque chase across Kingsburrow. Elanor desperately trying to shake of her pursuer, luckily the man was a smart as he sounded and looked like, and the trickster was rid of him by simply ducking behind one of the many crates that were scattered across to city.

“He was a persistent fella, wasn't he? Dumb too.” With a sigh, and a quick shift of her head in search for possible danger, Elanor traced her steps back to where her little companion was resting. No surprise, the dragon hadn't moved an inch and only perched up when he saw his friend approaching their meeting place.

Gently patting the dragon's head, Elanor reached out from behind the crates, revealing a leather purse that was now filled with hard-earned coin. “Quite a haul. Isn't that right, Wily?” The dragon flew around the halfling's head, squeaking with excitement, blinking his yellow eyes as if he was smiling. “Good job! A hundred gold coins! We got ourselves a fortune here.”

It wasn't much, but at least it would give the both of them something to eat and maybe a bed for the night. Giving her pet a kiss on the nose, Elanor turned around to stroll through the market, it was better to stay in a crowd as you wouldn't be caught as easily.

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In the forests beyond Kingsburrow and on the road towards the City Crystacia, A green hooded traveler wandered the roads looking around the forests alongside the road as if he was expecting some form of trouble to be had when he got to wherever he was wandering. He sighed openly as he shifted the weight of the longsword upon his belt, sheathed in a black ornate scabbard.

"Locien, you have to rest and make camp sooner or later. I don't see any bandits or thieves or murderers of the sort on the road today." A harsh male voice entered the traveler's mind like a steel trap. The Traveler winced at that and looked up in the skies as if he was looking for a bird in the sky that either dropped it's droppings or otherwise.

"Zoron, don't scare me like that." The hooded Dark elf said in a relieved voice. "I still have a feeling I'm being followed by a rival assassin from another clan."

"You have to not worry about that as you are aware that you were sent away by your father for good reason." the reply came in a form of reassurance but ended in a growl. Zoron must've just ate if he was sounding moody at him. The dark elf sighed and pulled off his hood and rubbed his silver air as he walked to a secluded spot on the forest on the right side of the road and settled down by a tree.

"Still doesn't make up the fact that I am the son of Maelthra Kestal of the Kestal Clan." Locien mumbled as he fell asleep.

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Zoron shook his emerald head as he flew to take a nap in the mountains nearest to the forest where his master was in. "Sleep tight young Locien Kestal. Im sure the Seeker, or whatever your clan calls him, will guide you to the rest of your journey to...well wherever you're taking it."

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"You're too late, boy. The rebellion has begun and he will be born again. Through magic and blood, no one will stand against him. Not even you, assassin. Watch as your city and the world you know dies."

Jennifer Live grinned, her predatory eyes peeling open as she stirred from her catnap, already alert and focused onto her targets. Glossy white limbs shimmered into existence as Jennifer allowed herself to materialise and be seen. Sitting very casually underneath the moonlit sky, she observed the ongoing fight with a cheerful expression, her legs dangling freely over the edge of the roof parapet. Her hands rested lightly against the decaying masonry, propping her upper body forwards with an inquisitive interest.

When the mage's head snapped up suddenly, pausing mid-fight, Jennifer leaned forwards tentatively, her gaze moving to identify the source of his distraction. Yet nothing was there. Unable to see anything through the all encompassing darkness of the city, disappointment etched into her sharp features as she huffed out her annoyance.

"Insolent child, be grateful it is not your time yet," the robed mage uttered before vanishing completely in front of his dark adversary. Jennifer saw frustration crawling through the nimble frame of the sole person remaining as he rested, arms spread, over the empty street. Was he a simple assassin, or perhaps something different? Jennifer’s head tilted to the side, her grin widening as a spark of playfulness glinted between her eyes. She had an extraordinarily good nose for finding intriguing situations and colourful people. And that nose now was telling her to investigate this rebellion further.

Her dark eyes perked up as the glint of a fluid bodyline caught her attention and the unmistakable form of a dragon flew into view overhead. Shifting her arms over her chest, she made herself scarce again, her entire body fading into nothingness until only her smiling face remained.

“Show me the poison of jealousy and a time of wonder. And through it, I will grasp my utopia,” Jennifer’s invisible hand reached out to clutch the glowing moon before she disappeared completely.

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Thane watched the show from afar. Truthfully, the only entertaining parts were the dragon's thievery and the ruckus with the jester. But then again, he wasn't an entertainer so he couldn't judge. As the crowd scattered, the Nephilim rose, accompanied solely by his dragon and a saddle filled with oddities, following the young entertainer into the throngs of citizens lining the streets. Itan, the pearl white dragon floated about fifty feet in the air above him, casting a fair shadow as they moved forward. Passing through the crowd was not difficult for the large man, as those who didn't step out of their way to gawk momentarily at the rarity before them, were bounced away and brushed aside by his massive size. Eventually, he caught up with the girl. "...We got ourselves a fortune here. He could hear her congratulating her dragon. "An entertainer by trade and thief by choice. Am I correct?" He asked with a laugh as he leaned on a crate. "All though I can't say I'm much better. We merchants are a bit more silver tongued than thieves, but at the end of the day, the goal is the same. Walk away with more coin in your pouch than the other guy." His hood fell away, loosing his short scarlet hair to the mercy of the breeze. "Don't worry I'm not going to hang you out to dry. I've gotten in my fair share of trouble here too. I'd go down fight alongside you. What's your name pickpocket?"

The setting changes from Dragoon to City Kingsburrow

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Character Portrait: Elanor Heathertoe Character Portrait: Thane Illuvatar

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The duo's celebration of their haul was cut short when Wily nervously flapped his wings and practically hissed with anger at the mysterious man approaching his friend. Elanor could only cock her head to the side with a single raise of a confused eyebrow, her mouth uttering a weak “Huh?” before her body turned around to a deep voice and an amused laugh.

A rather tall, taller than the average human, cloaked man stood in front of the tiny little halfling. 'Twas... Shocking to say the least, the unpleasantly surprised expression on the woman's face emphasizing her first thoughts on the giant male, who didn't seem to notice her reaction as he simply rambled on and on about... Whatever.

The only words that Elanor could comprehend were 'Thief' and something to do with the mystery man being a merchant of some description.

Ooohh...! How she hated these blokes, always sticking their filthy noses in other peoples business. Still here? Didn't he have something better to do than to disturb an insignificant entertainer?

Shaking the shock off her face before the man could notice, Elanor quickly latched onto her all too well practised act. Her hands firmly grasping the coin purse that she had just gotten a hold of. “I don't know what you are talking about, sir...” She began, her words uttered in a whispering tone as her emerald-green eyes shyly peeked from underneath a few oak-brown strands of her hair.

“I earned this money by performing... I didn't take anything, and my friend only nicked a few coins. These people can miss it...” The crying voice, head low, and desperately clinging onto something. That was how it always went, and quite frankly it was a very effective act that could fool most who passed by.

“Please, sir, don't sell us out. You can have the money... We'll just stay out in the cold for the night...” With slight reluctance Elanor gently pushed the coin pouch into the man's direction, pouting as her eyes began to blur from forced tears. Inside, she was grinning with glee, a plan had formed in her head. Oh, if only the poor man knew what might await him. Here was hoping he was as easy to fool as the others.

With a weak smile, the halfling shifted her head to her dragon companion, the creature slowly flying towards his friend before landing on her left shoulder. “Maybe, if we're lucky, some of the taverns may have ditched a few leftovers in the back-alley.” The golden dragon snuggled with Elanor's right hand, who had been scratching the young dragon's chin.

And with a single flick of her hand, the sack of coins landed onto the cobblestone road, its former owner turning back to the strange man once more, uttering a few words before turning around to exit the scene.

The setting changes from City Kingsburrow to City Skyfall

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"The mage got away?"

Talon felt his teeth grinding as an automatic response to his fathers deep voice. His arms crossed over his chest and he titled his head forward, letting his blue grey hair fall over his eyes. The leader of the assassin's stood up and began pacing with his hands behind his back as he contemplated what his son had told him.

"A rebellion hu? Via blood and magic. Well this much is clear. There is a group of men who are out to destroy the three powers while they are at their weakest."

"Weakest? The three powers are far from weak, Father."

To this, the older man shook his head. He was standing next to the window in the large meeting room, his hands still locked behind his back, "No. They are far weaker than they say or look like. This fighting has been going on for years and it is never going to stop. Not until each city has fallen and there is nothing but ruin left behind."

Talon's eyebrow lifted as did his face. Those words sounded so familiar to him. Where had he heard them from? His arms came uncrossed and rested at his side, one hand taking hold of his sword. He was about to ask his father what he meant, but a loud, rapid knocking interrupted them. Turning he faced the door.

"Come."

The door opened to a younger assassin who was out of breath, his green eyes wide with anxiety, "Lord V'lyn!" he shouted as he burst into the room, "My Lord, the city... the city is under attack!"

Talon looked sharply to his father his throat clenching at the other assassin's words. The older version of himself turned slowly to face the boy who had come in. Silence enveloped the room for several moments before the old assassin began speaking. His orders were simple, holding the threat of a dangerous man who was going to do everything it took to protect his city. Though Skyfall was under no rule, the assassin's guild was large and was the controlling power over most of the neutral cities.

"Light the beacons, burn fires in the streets, there needs to be shadows in order for us to fight properly. Sound the bell and ready for battle," the large man strode forward, picked up his sword and tied it to his belt. He went to the door with Talon right behind him, the young assassin had already sprinted away to issue the order. Talon's eyes were narrowed as he was deep in thought on who it could possibly be that was attacking them. None of the three powers ever dared to lay a finger on the neutral cities. Why would someone attack Skyfall now?

"My son," the change in tone alarmed Talon as he looked up to his Father. They had stopped at the bottom of the staircase, all around them the other assassins were moving with precision as they prepared for what was to come. Taking Talon's shoulder is his larger hand, he squeezed it firmly, "May Riena guide your sword and keep you safe. Should anything happen," the older man began and reached into his clothes.

"Father," Talon tried to interrupt him, but the look he was given silenced his words immediately.

"Should anything happen, take this. If it's what I fear, than you're going to need all the help you can get my son."

His eyes reflected his confusion as his Father handed him a golden key. Talon took it in his fingers and stared at it, not knowing what it was exactly. "What is this? What am I supposed to do with this?"

"Go, defend this city to the best that you can, Talon. Don't let them have that key either," he was shoved towards the door that the others were exiting through without any further explanation from the Lord V'lyn. Tightening his hand over the key, Talon turned to look at his Father one last time before leaving the guild and stepping out into the cold night air.

In the darkness he could hear the shouts of the assassins as they got themselves in order. Several minutes later and silence was all he heard aside from the warning bell that rang loudly from the center of town. Putting the golden key safely in his clothes with the rest of his weapons, he started down the street at a run. His eyes swept the area, found a couple of crates next to a building and rushed them. In a short jump, he was up on the first crate, then the next and finally up onto the roof. Once there, he crouched down and looked out into the clear night. The darkness was impenatrable, and he couldn't see anything that told him of an oncoming attack.

Their there, Talon. Trust me. I can sense them, Vy's voice rang through is mind. A deep rumble that was on edge from the tension in the air.

Take to the air, Vy and see if you can find them.

I already have, I can't see anything, the dragon growled in response.

Talon ground his teeth as he sat hunched down on the rooftop. Across the city he could see several other figures doing the same as he had done. From the darkness, a single screech echoed and then he could see them. Black dragons that were lower than he expected just appeared out of nowhere. The air vibrated from the use of magic, and Talon glared up at the sneak attack. Several of the dragon's mouths were wide opened as fire was already glowing there. Two of them were directed right where he was perched and he immediately leapt off the building without a second thought. He landed on the cobblestones below, rolled and got to his feet in a single motion. Sprinting through the darkness, he could feel the shadows binding around him, making him nearly impossible to see in the dark.

The sounds of explosions filled the air as the black dragons began decimating the buildings. Several screams echoed as well as the assassin's engaged in the fighting and many of their dragons were killed in the immediate attack. A large blue body fell from the sky and crashed down in front of Talon, making him slid to a stop just in time. He fell backwards from the shock of nearly being crushed by the thousand ton body of muscle. The buildings around him shuddered from the impact as the blue dragon had gone right through them both.

Getting up, he started back down the way he'd come and took a different street. His eyes were greeted by three forms clad in black from head to toe. One of them had metal claws on one of his hands. The firelight licked at them, burning their shadows across the buildings. Talon reached into his clothes and pulled out his throwing knives. He used the shadows to his advantage and launched two blades at the one on the right, then another two at the one in the middle. Once they had been released from his fingers, he rolled into an alleyway and kept running. Turning right, he came out to the other side to see what he'd accomplished. The one in black on the left was lying on the ground with his blades deep in their back.

However, the one in the middle was holding both of his throwing knives between his clawed fingers. Talon narrowed his eyes and returned to the darkness. Whoever that man was, he was obviously powerful if an attack from behind couldn't affect him at all.

It was a long night, and that wasn't the only group of people in black cloaks that Talon met. His mind replayed the words from the mage earlier that night. The rebellion has begun.

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The previously serene atmosphere above the city of Skyfall had now twisted into a rain of fire as dragons and their companions fought a pitched aerial battle for control of the skies. A skirmish erupted all along the city walls as the city’s inhabitants awoke from their slumber and rushed to her defence. Jennifer had followed the assassin as far into the city as she could, hoping to gain some insight or lead related to her quarry. Unfortunately however, once he’d reached the safety of his compounds, even her powers wouldn’t permit her to spy on him undetected.

Jennifer watched the ensuing chaos with widening eyes of excitement, the flames of the besieged city reflecting up off her irises and painting her figure with blazing hues. Observing the city’s inhabitants struggle and panic sent trembles of delight crawling over her pale skin and created goose bumps as she crossed her arms over her shoulders. This stagnant order had remained for too long now, never changing, never evolving. It abhorred her to the very depths of her core.

“What a wonderful age to have been born in,” she grinned suddenly.

Unfurling her legs from her perch on top of the balcony, Jennifer stood up straight. Sadly, this wasn’t the time to be admiring. This was time she could be using to sow further seeds of misery and advance her own goals of destruction. She leaned over the railing for a moment, her hands pressed against the cold metal formwork until she spotted her target.

“I figure I might as well ask these rebels myself now that they’re here though,” she mused, sifting through her own thoughts.

Three forms clad in black cloaks raced towards her balcony, prompting her to introduce herself. Abruptly, Jennifer fell forwards and plunged towards the street below. She landed on all fours in front of them before rising up unharmed, her fingers flexing. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she realised one of them had died, spotting the dark outline of throwing knives impaled behind his back.

Ignoring the corpse, she grinned, “Hello there, I wonder would you be so kind as to tell me about this rebellion of yours,” she said, raising her palms, “World fracture!” A torrent of insects exploded from her hands, a seething mass of living creatures which shot outwards in every direction, tearing deep gashes through the stone street.

The setting changes from City Skyfall to City Crystacia

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Locien slumbered in the safety of the tree, yet his dreams were filling his mind and body, as if something was pulling him towards something. When he seemingly awoken, he was in a white room with white walls, presumably made of marble and rock. The dark elf marveled at the complex structure of it.

"Hello Locien." spoke a voice that nearly made said dark elf leap up in surprise and turn around in shock. The speaker was a dark elf, almost as tall as Locien, with long crystal blue hair. "Fate has been kind to your life so far, has it not? Sent away by your father to pursue your own destiny, I wonder how far you will go, or in fact, run from the past as the Kestal chieftain's son. But enough of you. When you awake, get to the City Crystacia as fast as possible. The Beloved Queen Fae is in danger as will be a certain Elven guard only wanting peace. You must save them, how you do this, Swordsman, is up to you. The Seeker, has spoken."

At those words the white intensified as Locien was flooded with a bright light.

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Locien bolted up from his dream as he let what the dream meant, as he pulled out his amulet of the Seeker's sign, sunk in. He was given a visit from his clan's Deity, but for what cause? What does this have to do with the Queen of Elves, both dark elf and ordinary elf alike? Is there some danger afoot in the politics of the Three Powers?

"Zoron, come get me as soon as you can. I need a flight to the City Crystacia as soon as you can manage to find me!" Locien shouted in the air, knowing that by shout or by thought, his faithful Dragon would hear and obey. And in a matter of minutes, Locien was atop of Zoron's back and taking flight towards the City of the Elves.

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Rania Birviel, Second in Command of the captain of the city guard, was busy arranging some flowers within her quarters in the Barracks of the City Crystacia guard. She was wearing a small smile on her face as she did it. "Today is Mother's birthday. She always loved her blue flowers." She said to herself smiling as she did it. She was wearing her off duty dress and fell onto the top of her bed face up with a smile on her face. "This day is a good day. Azmirian, you agree right?" She assumed that the silence in her mind meant that her white dragon was sleeping or hunting. keeping a small giggle concealed she breathed in the sweet scent of the flowers.

Then there was a banging on her door as the Captain of the Guard barreled in. Captain Inael Atrum. She always felt intimidated by the tall, two hundred year old elf, but he was a veteran to have lived this long. "Lieutenant Birviel, get your armor on! We need to hurry to the Queen's throne room now, the City is about to be under siege by some form of Magi Cult!"

Rania sighed. "Captain, I'll hurry up, but I swear if it's a false alarm I swear I'll cut you to-"

"No time and tell your dragon to try and defend the city walls!" came the barking orders of her Superior as he exited her room. Sighing she rubbed her ring that was upon her finger as her armor magically replaced the clothes she was wearing moments ago and grabbing the sword and Bow with Quiver.

"Azmirian, some sort of attack is going on at the City walls, will you be a dear and stall them for me while I go with the Captain." She thought in her head as she rushed out her room as fast as she could to hurry with the captain to go to the Queen's castle.

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A sigh echoed in the elf's mind. Oh, do I have to? I was having a wonderful nap... and you know I hate fighting, love. If necessary, you know I'll do it, I'd just like to make sure. The mind-voice was a pleasant tenor, that of the white dragon laying in the shadow of an ancient oak. He blinked open his golden eyes and stretched his back. The sleek white dragon unfurled his wings with a sort of careless grace and flapped them slowly to regain circulation. He shook the sleep from his head, golden horns knocking leaves off of the oak as he stood. He rumbled an apology to the tree and stepped out from under the shadows. His eyes and horns glinted in the light as he observed the bustle of the city. 'Magi... always the magi,' he complained silently. He turned his eyes to the sky and began to flap his wings, slowly taking off so as to not strain his still awakening body. Soon he was up to her window. She was gone, of course, always in a hurry, silly thing. He noticed the flowers on the sill. Her mother, stars watch over her, would have had a birthday today. He made a mental note to take her to the grove when this was over.

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With the sun beginning to rise, the alarm was sounded bringing Queen Fae to her throne room sooner than usual. Her long white hair was half pulled back in two twirled locks of hair. Her brilliant ice blue eyes were narrowed as she came down the steps in a white dress and surrounded by her guards. The sound of their foot falls were light on the marble of the palace nestled at the far end of the city. The double doors burst open and she walked right in with an air of determination. There already was her captain of the guard, Inael Atrum and the lieutenant Rania Birviel.

"Tell me what's happening," her rich voice echoed across the room as she strode passed both her guards. The men who had accompanied her into the throne room fanned out and stood at attention while Fae swept up to the throne, turned on her heel and sat down gingerly. Her body was leaned forward as she intently listened to the Captain's report.

"They were sighted just moments ago. Black dragons came out of nowhere, they're too many in formation for it to be anything less than an attack."

"The defenses?"

"Already in place, though I don't know how long it will hold."

"Black you say? Damn Laowlee, just when we were on the verge of a treaty as well," her voice hissed between her teeth. Her icy blue eyes narrowed to slits as she glared at the marble floor.

"Defend this city with your lives. Send a dragon to Skyfall," her voice deepened as she barked out the order, standing as she did so. Fae was not about to lose her city to the likes of King D'earl. "Call for Lord V'lyn."

City Skyfall

“Hello there, I wonder would you be so kind as to tell me about this rebellion of yours. World fracture!”

Talon had gone two alley's down when he'd run into two more men in black. His fingers quickly threw another set of knives, his other hand drew his dagger as he rushed the last man. Leaping up, he pulled his hand back in preparation. As he landed on the startled man, he drove the weapon deep into rebel's throat, silencing him. However, the feminine voice echoed in the dark and he couldn't help but look out into the street where he'd started his attack. From her hands a spell weaved forward just as her voice shouted the words.

He watched in amazement as her magic quickly took out the one on the right. However, his chest clenched as he watched the one with the clawed hand reach up and merely flick the air. This one was cloaked head to foot in black, the large hood obscuring his face entirely. Even the flickering firelight in the street couldn't reach underneath the cowl. Talon took hold of another set of daggers and flung himself out into the darkness, calling upon Riena to cover his foot falls and warmly welcome him in the darkness.

The shadows curled around him as he left the safety of the alleyway. As the woman's magic peppered the other mage, he threw his blades to assist in the fight. However, he ground his teeth as he watched both of his knives stop in mid air. There was a soft whoosh that sounded around the area, the fire even bending towards the man as he slowly closed his hand. To Talon, it seemed as if the man had absorbed her magic entirely.

Talon! Vy shouted in his mind, above he could hear the dragon give a roar to add to the warning. The assassin didn't wait for another invitation. He sprinted for the young woman, grabbed her and pulled her against him as he flung them both to the ground and as far out of the blast zone as he could get them. Had he waited a second more, the man's spell would have killed them both. Twisting around, he took the fall on his back with her cushioned against his body. The fire blew out with the force of the spell that had thrown whatever it was she'd sent, right back out ten fold.

"That was close," he said in relief. Gently, he released the young woman and got to his feet. Pulling out his sword he stepped into the street, allowing the pitch black of the darkness to curl around him once more. He didn't have much longer to use the shadows as a slight pink in the distance could be seen, marking the rising sun. It was probably his only chance at getting the upper hand against the magi. However, as he pulled back and prepared to rush the man, the cloaked figure turned his head to look right at Talon. His heart nearly stopped as it leapt to his throat in utter surprise.

"Boy, I heard there was a meddlesome assassin in Skyfall," the voice that spoke was deep and scratchy as if sand paper were being rubbed together. The growling voice held a kind of... interested tone to it. Talon lifted an eyebrow as he stared at the man, unsure of what to do next.

Overhead, Vy was attacked. A large black dragon crashing into the slim silver body that was Talon's dragon. Claws cut deep into Vy, causing Talon to wince and grind his teeth in pain, Vy, are you alright?

Fine, stay focused on that mage! The dragon growled back in frustration.

The mage lifted his hand and curled one of his clawed fingers at Talon, beckoning him, "Come, assassin. Let us see how well you play with fire."

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This is no drill, love, informed Azmirian solemly. He watched as the cloud of black dragons approached, knowing well what it meant. There was no way he could stop them on his own physically, no matter how quick he was. He hadn't the strength of those poor souls. He had a special trick up his sleeve, though. Love, I'm going to put up the shields, inform me of any change, he told his companion as he soared for the center of town. Already, soldiers were scrambling about to get out of the way at the sight of the dragon's descent. He carefully landed in the center of the town's center plaza. Carved into the ground were coeccentric circles filled with different colored gemstones. A focus for his magic. He closed his eyes and nestled into the center circle, all his focus being pushed down into the ground and out through the circles. He breathed deeply and heartily, all his thought going to each breath to push the energy into the focus.

Moments later, a shimmering bubble appeared over the city, translucent, but barely visible. Rainbow flecks skittered across the rippling surface, and Azmirian continued to breathe deep. Focus.

The setting changes from City Crystacia to City Skyfall

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Faster than she could react, Jennifer felt herself being lurched towards the ground as a dark figure pulled her away from the oncoming explosion. She cursed from the suddenly motion, her teeth gritting as she braced herself in anticipation of the fall. Abruptly, she landed on top of him, realising he’d twisted their positions and cushioned the fall for her.

"That was close," he murmured, relieving her from his grip. She glanced down at her apparent saviour, her vision greeted by an apparent shadow as his dark skin meshed seamlessly with the hues of his clothes. A wry grin curling over her thin lips as she recognised him as the assassin she’d been tracking. Oh how fate had an interesting way of working.

"Boy, I heard there was a meddlesome assassin in Skyfall," a dry rasp of a voice etched its way over to them, grating annoyingly against her ear like nails across a blackboard. His gauntlet rose then, beckoning towards the assassin with a curl of his finger, "Come, assassin. Let us see how well you play with fire."

“My my, what a gentleman of an assassin you are. Do you treat all of your targets so nicely?” Jennifer mocked, making a show of looking the assassin up and down, "This looks interesting though, so you'll have to forgive me for interrupting your duel!" Her attention flickered back at to the clawed warrior as she craned her neck towards him, her grin widening. She raised her hand and stepped forwards, summoning a true fake illusion this time as fire erupted like lava all around her, bathing her in its heat. Pillars of flames roared from the ground, burning everything around them before plunging towards the dark mage as she thrust her hand forwards. Her other hand drew back simultaneously, a spear materialising in her clenched fist before being launched behind the wall of flames, "World fracture."

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Talon's eyes narrowed, his teeth baring as he glared at the mage who beckoned to him. Obviously the man knew their difference in power and it was quite irritating. Above them he could hear the roars of all the dragons as they fought furiously in the air. His attention, however, was taken by the woman he'd just saved from being obliterated by her own spell moments ago.

“My my, what a gentleman of an assassin you are. Do you treat all of your targets so nicely?” His face slackened at her words and he lifted an eyebrow in confusion as she spoke, her gaze flicking up and down is lithe frame. Her smile grew though as she continued and turned her attention to the cloaked man who gave a soft laugh as she finished, "This looks interesting though, so you'll have to forgive me for interrupting your duel!"

Fire erupted all around her, and Talon unconsciously backed away from her. How he disliked mages... though this one wasn't trying to kill him, so he might be able to cope with her. Once again he heard her spell, 'World fracture' as she sent her hands forwards and the pillars of fire went after the mage standing in the street. In the same motion, she had begun to summon a spear in her fist.

The fire swirled around the man in the street, his form completely obscure by the orange and red flames that brightened the area. The smell of something burning filled Talon's nostrils as he breathed. Of course, the building next to him and the woman were burned quite badly, but then so was most of Skyfall at the moment. The fire slowly faded away and Talon squinted to try to see through the fading smoke. To his disappointment, the mage still stood there. However, his clothes were singed, several holes could be seen through the black cloth were it had burned.

The clawed fingers burned a brilliant red as he slowly flexed his hand and turned his darkened hood towards the two in the alley. Talon could feel the smile rather than see it, a cold chill passing through the air, "It seems I've underestimated the woman. How desirable. An opponent worthy of my attention," then he disappeared, causing Talon to suck in his breath sharply. Next to him and in front of the young woman, the mage reappeared, his hand tightly curved around her summoned spear. He dragged her forward and reached out with his clawed hand to grasp her face.

Talon twisted around and struck out with his sword as quickly and precisely as he could, though his shock and anger were getting in the way of his calculations. The blade missed the man entirely as the mage stepped backwards and simply turned his claws towards him. The air pulsed, sending a shock wave right at the assassin and throwing him painfully into the wall right behind him. Talon hit the wall with a grunt, and then he couldn't move as some unforeseen force held him there. He glowered at the man who still held the woman's spear.

"You're meddling is quite bothersome, boy," his fingers curled and pain shot through his body simultaneously. Talons free hand clenched into a fist as he fought off whatever magic was assaulting him, his eyes squeezing shut and his jaw clenching tightly. From the sky, Vy's inhuman scream echoed his partners silent screams. A moment after and the mage released the magic, to which Talon dropped to his knees in the alleyway struggling to breath again. Slowly he looked up at the mage who's attention was back at the woman.

"What an intriguing power you have. It will fuel our cause quite well I believe," he continued as if Talon wasn't even there anymore, "but your simple tricks won't do much to me, my dear."

Talon, move! Vy yelled at him. The assassin didn't think twice and threw himself into the alleyway, once again grabbing the woman, his arms going about her waist and pulling her right out of the mans grasp as Vy came plummeting to the city. The silver dragon landed in the street, knocking out the side of the building where Talon had been as his jaws snapped forward to encase the mage between razor sharp teeth. Vy's silver eyes glowered as the dragon realized that he hadn't gotten the man, instead his gaping maw snapped around air as the mage teleported away from the dragon.

"It's done," his voice sounded soft, but it in fact echoed over the city, most likely pushed by magic. Talon glared up at the man as he wondered what he meant by those words. "I'll see you again, lovely mage," then he was gone.

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Jennifer withdrew as the blazing flames withered and died, the hot ambers left in the wake of her attack drifting lazily up to the sky. The burns over her own body faded away into nothing as the illusionary magic dissipated, her hands clenched in preparation for the next attack. Her eyes scanned through rising smoke before she relaxed her shoulders. Frowning pre-emptively, she opened to mouth to declare her victory, “Is that al…”

Like dry wind sifting over a desert, an absolutely flat voice cut into her speech, causing her to raise an eyebrow. "It seems I've underestimated the woman. How desirable. An opponent worthy of my attention,"

Jennifer only blinked when a moment later the dark warrior stood before her, his towering form casting a menacing overshadow. Before she could even react a gauntleted fist shot forwards, restraining her spear arm with an irresistible force. In the next instant she felt like a ragdoll as she was jerked closer to him helplessly, his claws digging into her skin. Dropping the spear, she struggled vainly for a moment, her fingers grasping his wrist in a feeble attempt to pull herself away as she was lifted from the ground.

An explosion of air rocked her from behind as she felt the after shockwave of his next attack, guessing it had been directed at the assassin. Her theory was proven right when the man spoke again, "You're meddling is quite bothersome, boy,"

She could feel his eyes turning back to her, boring into her skull like a sharp drill as he addressed her once more. "What an intriguing power you have. It will fuel our cause quite well I believe, but your simple tricks won't do much to me, my dear." Jennifer simply grinned beneath his gauntlet as she allowed her body to fall limp. Eventually, a muffled snort came from her in response.

“And you’ve gone higher than man should aspire,” she returned with some difficulty, though her tone bristled with cockiness.

The sound of something heavy crashing into rubble alerted her as ruined masonry flew everywhere, crumbling across the alleyway fantastically. Again she felt herself being dragged away as a strong force yanked at her waist, making her feel as if her legs would bisect from her body. Her head came free just as she spotted the dragon, mouth open and teeth drawn, snapping at the location she once was. She hit the ground again, cursing profanities all the while until her momentum finally came to a halt.

“Are you going to cling onto me all day?!” she remarked, looking down at the assassin whose arms were still locked around her waist.

Abruptly, Jennifer's image flickered before disappearing completely in front of the young man. The charred remains of her fire attack vanished alongside her, as did the burnt portions of the warrior's cloak, if he ever bothered to check during their retreat. “Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Jennifer,” her shrill laughter echoed from above. The real one appeared then, leaning over from the same balcony she’d sat in the whole time. She waved down to the young man, grinning still. “Your assistance wasn’t necessary,”

The setting changes from City Skyfall to City Kingsburrow

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Character Portrait: Elanor Heathertoe Character Portrait: Thane Illuvatar

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With a smile, Thane let loose a loud, shrill whistle. As soon as the noise faded, several dozen small objects fell from his dragon's saddle and into the street, stopping about half an inch from the ground and hovering in mid-air. For a moment, they hung suspended, then lightning quick, they knitted themselves into about six skeletal hands, each one rapidly clawing and scuttling its way to a different coin and then another. In a matter of seconds, the hands had collected the dropped money, a dark purple liquid oozing from the gaps in between bones. As soon as all the coins had been collected, the hands dropped them into the satchel and all but one immediately fell apart, the remains slowly dissolving into the liquid and the liquid into the ground until there was no trace left. The solitary hand wove the drawstrings of the satchel in between its finger bones and gently climbed its way up Elanor's leg and back until it reached her shoulder. "The sympathy trick would work on most people kid, but not me. And thievery or not, you worked for those coins. So take them." The hand dropped the bag onto her shoulder, then fell apart and to the ground following suit with the others.

The setting changes from City Kingsburrow to City Crystacia

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Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Azmirian Character Portrait: Rania Birviel

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"Seeker's breath... what the fel is going on in the city? An attack Zoron?"

"It would appear so master." Came the answer to Locien's question as the battle they reached up to came with the blinding light of dawn. Locien was appalled at the black dragons attacking at the city. He knew that the attackers might either kill or hold the Queen hostage. He'd have to hurry to save them and whoever else might be with her.

"Let's get going Zoron!" he shouted as he directed the Green Dragon towards the city. Zoron breathed fire on the attacking people below as they approached the city at a fast rate, only to look at a white dragon fly at the center of town and start forming a magical shield. Zoron didn't have the speed to get through it in time. But his master, if Zoron timed it right, would. He moved his long tail towards Locien and wrapped him around it.

"Hey! What are you?!" Shouted Locien as he tried to struggle out of Zoron's grip. "This is madness!"

"I'll hold off as many black dragons as possible, You get into the Castle and save the Queen Locien. I don't want the Seeker to boil you alive for failing him." Was all that Locien could register in his mind as Zoron then flicked his Emerald tail, sending Locien towards a roof of a building on the other side of the wall. Locien Landed on his feet and rolled forwards to get his balance back on track.

"Dang you Zoron!" he shouted in the air as he started running across the rooftops to make the rest of the Journey on foot.

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"Hold it steady then Azmirian." Rania ordered her dragon as she got back to the Meeting at hand as the guards prepared for anything. She was half afraid that the Magi would somehow get past Az's shield and attack the castle. She was afraid of what would happen during the fight. She didn't want to join her mother in the afterlife for her Birthday. Not yet. She still had a duty to perform. Her hands shook visibly in her nervousness.

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Character Portrait: Elanor Heathertoe Character Portrait: Thane Illuvatar

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Eerie, that was pretty much the word that could describe the disgusting touch of those skeletal hands. It would be wrong to say that Elanor did not feel frightened in the slightest, most magic had that effect on her, but Necromancy was just one to trigger said fear the most.

Every muscle in her body was shivering in fright for what may come, the dead probably playing a part in the lock-down of the halfling's body. Much the same with her companion, as the dragon too, did not move a muscle at the sight of bones and purple (Possibly toxic.) liquid.

And then... Silence, the soft cracking of bones crumbling to dust as Elanor now found the same pouch she had dropped back on her shoulder, the words uttered by the man only passing through in a weak whisper.

Locking the coin pouch in her grasp, Elanor clipped the money to her belt, turning around to the man who had given her money back. Well, not out of sympathy, though, he was no fool. But then again, neither was Elanor, and simply a mere comment does not make it true that she was, indeed, tricking him.

As if unfazed by the dark magic, the halfling sighed in a tone of relief while shyly smiling at the giant. “Thank you sir...” She whispered, passing him by to continue on her merry way. “Thank you for not selling me out.” And with that comment, Elanor gently brushed her hand across the man's waist, before disappearing into the darkening streets...





With the streets grown rather quiet, Elanor had opted refuge in the closest tavern she could find, grinning as she jingled a minuscule pouch with a flick of her left wrist. “Prick. I'll consider this compensation for scaring my knickers off.” The halfling muttered in an agitated tone as she approached the innkeeper who had eyed her curiously from the moment the crime duo entered the shack.

Which wasn't too strange, Elanor was pretty used to that sort of thing, it wasn't too common to see her kind walking among the taller species on this world. “Room for one.” She told him, dropping her recently acquired money on the counter. Guess the giant helped her after all, though not in the way the halfling had imagined. Ah well, if it ain't broken, don't fix it.

With that all said and done, Elanor snatched the key from the man's hand that was dangling in front of her emerald-green eyes like a toy would be dangling in front of a cat. The trickster was tired after a long day of work, and as soon as her body touched the bed her eyes closed almost immediately... Her mind wandering off to dreamland, as did the mind of her dragon who nestled himself near Elanor's head.

The setting changes from City Kingsburrow to City Crystacia

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#, as written by Siryn
"The dragons been sent, my Queen," one of the guards said as he entered the throne room. Queen Fae was sitting again, though she was on the edge of her throne, with one fingernail tapping the armrest in agitation. All the while her silvery blue eyes narrowed as she listened to the report. Her lips were pressed firmly together, all thoughts on the audacity of Laowlee to launch an attack on them.

"King D'earl must know how idiotic that move was," Fae uttered, her voice seething with anger. It was rare that anyone saw the Queen in such a state, and her anger was enough to freeze over the room.

"My Lady," one of the guards stepped forward, pressing his arm across his stomach as he gave her a bow. Slowly, Fae turned her attention to the man dressed in silver armor. "It was not King D'earl."

A thin eyebrow rose as she stared at the guard, "How would you know this, guardsman?"

"Because," he lifted his head, dark green eyes glittering as a smile pulled at his lips. A cloud of black mist swirled around him and four others. Replacing the bright silver armor was black cloaks with hoods to hide their faces. His hand lifted and from another cloud of dark mist, a weapon formed in his hand. A long black spear with a wicked tip. "It is the True Dragons who are bringing retribution to this land. He will come back and reclaim it all for himself."

Fae was on her feet the moment the man was encircled by dark magic. Her eyes were vibrant with shock and rage. How did these men manage to infiltrate her ranks? The guards remaining formed a wall between Fae and the men that had turned.

"He? Who is this, 'he' you speak of?"

"You will all soon find out. Born of blood and magic, he will sweep the land and rebuild it," then the mage brought up his arm and charged at the guards, all five attackers went straight for the Queen.


City Skyfall

Talon startled as the woman disappeared from his grasp, yelling at him wondering how long he was going to cling to her. His eyes narrowed and frustration easily came first as he watched her lingering face smile brightly at him. Then she faded away completely and he twisted and turned to try to find her, at least until he heard her voice from above him. Vy, only turned his head sideways and gave a soft coughing that indicated his amusement at the woman's trickery.

“Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Jennifer. Your assistance wasn’t necessary.”

Talon released a heavy sigh, dropped down to his knees and let his head hang down, he groaned as he sat there, "I hate mages..." he mumbled. Then he turned his head to look up at her, letting some of his blue grey hair fall across his left eye. Across his right eye was a thin scar going from just above the eyebrow down to his cheek bone.

"Pleasure, Jennifer. Talon V'lyn. Perhaps a thank you would have been nice instead..." he muttered the last part as he turned away to look at Vy who had lifted his head to see over the building.

The fighting seems to have stopped, Talon. We need to check the guild... Vy's voice held a slight hint of fear as he could see something that Talon could not.

"Lets get moving."

Talon stood up and started down the alleyway not waiting to see if Jennifer would follow him or not. Though the bulk of the fighting had stopped, there were still some black cloaked rebels fighting with the rest of the assassins. As he came out into the square where the assassin's guild was, he was shocked to find so many bodies lying on the ground, blood nearly painting the cobblestones over completely. Raising his hand to his mouth, he breathed through the cloth that covered his arm and hand. Rushing through the decimated area, he made the guild in a few seconds.

Bursting through the door he halted in his steps as his eyes widened and his heart lurched to his throat. Lying on the floor with his sword impaled through his chest, was Lord V'lyn. The old assassin's eyes were glassy as they stared at the door, seeing nothing at all. Stumbling backwards, Talon hit the wall and slid down it as he stared at his Fathers body.

I'm so sorry, my little assassin.

This time the nick name was filled with tenderness and was not being used to tease him. Talon pulled his hands through his hair, clenching the straight locks of blue grey between his fingers as he shook slightly. With a deep shaking breath, he tried to steady himself. Skyfall had taken a direct hit. With the loss of their leader and Talon not yet ready to take a leading position, Skyfall had been sacked.

The setting changes from City Crystacia to Dragoon

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"Pleasure, Jennifer. Talon V'lyn. Perhaps a thank you would have been nice instead..."

Jennifer’s chin rested on her palms as she listened to him, still clearly enjoying the startled reaction he’d given her upon disappearing. Again he showed her his courtesy though, was he really an assassin? After a moment she merely shrugged in casual dismissal to his comment, raising an eyebrow towards him in an ‘I didn’t ask for your help’ face.

“Talon’s a pretty boring name for an assassin,” she mulled, puffing strands of black hair away from her cheeks.

Her ears perked up as she realised an eerie silence had descended over the city. The sound of fiery explosions and crossing blades had fallen away with the silence of the morning sun, although chaos reigned supreme in its aftermath. The fires still crackling and the distant cries of the wounded was a beautiful symphony to her ears and she listened to it with relish. Talon stood up straight, his form fully extruded beneath the rising sun. The soft daylight revealed an acute scar across the assassin’s right eye which had previously been hidden by his dark fringe. Jennifer giggled slightly upon seeing this, it certainly enhanced the whole assassin scheme he had going.

"Let’s get moving." She heard him say hastily, a hint of anxiety flexing his tone, the emotion undermining his impassive appearance. His thin frame began bobbing up and down as he started down the alleyway without further delay. Jennifer licked her grinning lips as she sniffed the air, her nose kicking in as she sensed the enticing smell of misery ahead. Disappearing from the balcony, she appeared behind Talon again much like the Cheshire cat, arms behind her head as she followed him silently.

Talon led them to an open square, usually a place of exposure to encourage social meetings and activity. Unfortunately their eyes were greeted with anything but that. Silence met them as their gazes looked upon the bodies littering the floor, caking the stone with pools of blood. Jennifer frowned as she strode past them nonchalantly, a seemingly bored expression as she stepped over each body. Nothing interesting to see here.

Her eyes flickered up as the loud crack of doors slamming open drew her attention. Like the turning point of a grand drama, she saw Talon sink to his knees, holding the wall like he'd been gripped by despair. Jennifer’s predatory grin widened, a gorgeous full smile if not for the wicked appearance of her face. She strode past him, carelessly approaching the body impaled over a sword and whistled low as she crouched to inspect the corpse. He didn’t go down without a good fight, blood not of his own was flecked across his clothes and face. She stood up straight after a moment, arms out wide now in a grand gesture.

“Isn’t life just cruel? If there’s one thing I’ve learned it’s that misery is the one true equaliser,” she said, her smile growing at Talon, “Don’t you just hate the people who did this? Don’t you want to make them feel the same pain?”

The setting changes from Dragoon to City Crystacia

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The first wave hit without warning.

Az remained in his mind, completely shut off from the rest of the world about him. A dull thud echoed about his head, and he felt something like an irritating fly bump against his consciousness. The invisible scourge receded a few milliseconds after. In the real world, the attacking black dragon would have knocked straight into the shimmering bubble and bounced off, much like the metaphorical fly. No problem to hold up against. Azmirian continued to breathe deeply, passing his energy into the circles about his WorldSelf.

Then two hit at once. Two little bumps in different places against the sphere around Az's mind. Three. Ten. The thuds multiplied rapidly, exponentially increasing in ferocity and fury. None attacked, but they rammed against the worldly shield with their physical forms relentlessly. Twenty four at once. Azzie's WorldSelf winced as one hit slightly harder than the others, leaving a tiny stinging welt on his consciousness. Thirty. As irritating as it was, the flies were easily dealt with.

Then they used talons.

The attacking dragons ventured a slash at the shield, and Azmirian threw up a shield on his mind to protect his companion from the pain. She needed her focus right now. He send a murmured apology to her for not thinking to defend her from that pinprick of burning pain. He then continued to focus as the rest began to slash and whip at the shield about the city, and more were coming as they fought. One mind against a horde of dragons. 'About time for a challenge.'

The setting changes from City Crystacia to Dragoon

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Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Azmirian Character Portrait: Rania Birviel

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"Better hurry Locien... The queen is in dire peril along with the other person I want you to save." The seeker's voice came into his mind as Locien approached the rooftop of a tower in the castle.

"Don't rush me!" Was the only reply Locien could give before concentrating on finding a direct route into the throne room. He slowly turned his gaze to a large skylight on the roof of the main building. "Hmmm..."

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Inael and Rania and several of the remaining loyal guards attacked the attackers in unison as they saw them charging. But these attackers seemed to seethe with black magic, how could she fight all of them? The attackers seemed to quickly gain the upper hand as the guards were being slain left and right. Rania decided to jump over the wall of guards and in front of Queen Fae to shield her with her body as best she could if possible. "I won't let you die your Majesty, without you who'd lead us?" She asked as she then pulled out her bow and started shooting arrows at the attackers, one managing to hit one in the head and another on the shoulder. That's two out of the fight, three more to go.

Then she saw Inael getting run through by the attacker with a spear. Her eyes widened in horror as the remaining guards stood shocked. Then a minor jolt of pain from Azmirian jolted up her arm, Momentarily distracting her as one of the attackers tossed a knife into her shoulder. She screamed in pain as the guards were now going into a panic. Despite the pain Rania stood her ground. "I am Rania, daughter of Isaac Birviel of the noble house of Birviel. I won't let you kill the queen, even if my life was thrown away into doing it! May the gods shred you till you have nothing left but your bones!" She shouted in anger at the attackers.

One of the three attackers was simply laughing about it before the sound of breaking glass above made him look up. That was his most fatal mistake as a Dark Elvish sword ran through his neck. Locien landed on top of his kill as he pulled his silver blade that bared the runes that spelled his clan name out of the now struggling corpse. "The Seeker sends his greetings assassins. But now his messenger must also say goodbye. What nerve! You attack the city to assassinate the queen and you expect me to let you live?" He asked in a very cold voice.

"I should just simply not only offer your lives to the Seeker, I must also offer up your souls to the Demon Queen Drezia herself." The dark elf stated as he pulled off his cloak, revealing the dark blue and silver combat armor within and charged at them, ready to slice another foe in half if need be. "Seeker's breath why'd I mention her?! It's not that I loathe her... but still! Just mentioning her gives me the creeps...." Locien thought as he sliced at an attacker before turning to the wounded Rania and Queen Fae. "Hang on a second, I'll get you out of here when I'm done with these blokes."

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Zoron was breathing fire on the attackers below on the other side of the city walls whilst also doing his best to hold off the black dragons. "Seeker's breath." The green dragon said in exhaustion. "These guys should know when to quit. Hopefully Locien can rescue who he needs to rescue and then we can get out of here."

The setting changes from Dragoon to City Skyfall

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Azmirian Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Rania Birviel

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#, as written by Siryn
Talon V'lyn

“Isn’t life just cruel? If there’s one thing I’ve learned it’s that misery is the one true equalizer. Don’t you just hate the people who did this? Don’t you want to make them feel the same pain?”

Talon looked up to her smiling face, his own grey-blue eyes narrowing in anger. It was a struggle to keep himself from going into full rage, but even so he couldn't keep himself from lunging at her. Whether this was another illusion of herself or not, he didn't care. He wasn't particularly thinking straight anyway, so nothing mattered at the moment. Drawing his dagger from its hidden sheathe, he grasped her upper arm in his free hand as he hit her. The force of his blow pushing them both backwards until she hit the dresser that was behind her.

The dagger came up under her throat as he glared at her, his chest heaving slightly as he stood there, unable to speak past her grinning lips. After a moment, he opened his mouth, his deep voice vibrating his chest as the words growled from him, "That man was my father, woman. A leader in this city and now he's fallen. Skyfall has fallen. Mark my words when I say, the ones who rained fire down on us will regret it dearly. Riena will guide them all to their deaths, and I will gladly fulfill her wishes."

He shoved off her, slowly pulling himself straight and sheathing his dagger. It took him a moment, but then he realized what he'd done to her and felt slightly ashamed for having lost himself to anger.

You're going to have to work on that, Talon, Vy said softly.

Yeah, I realize that.

I don't think she meant any harm by her words. In fact, I think she meant to ask you if you wanted her help. She would be valuable against these mages. Her magic is very unique and powerful. She could very well be our only chance at getting on even ground with them.

Talon looked at her again, this time with a slight frown on his face. He took in a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair, pulling it all back to reveal both eyes as he closed them. After a moment, he let the hair fall from his fingers covering his forehead and opening his eyes to look at her.

"I could use some assistance. Fighting magic with magic is probably the best course," he muttered softly. He wasn't about to admit that he wasn't all that great fighting against another magic user. Though, he was pretty sure she'd deduced that fact already.

We'll find someone to help hone your skills. I think this will go beyond just having an assassin's style. We may need something different... completely different.

Where are we going to find that?

This world is not without it's nomads or older races that have lived far longer than you or I. There is always something, we just have to find it. In the mean time, we should send word to Crystacia.

Agreed.


City Crystacia

The glass shattered from above and down fell a dark skinned man whom Queen Fae couldn't determine his origins until he'd stood completely and threw off his cloak. Then her eyes widened as she recognized him for one of the dark elves that lived outside the city's reach.

"The Seeker has sent you," her voice whispered in astonishment. She couldn't believe what she saw before her. When was the last time the dark elves fought with their lighter skinned cousins? Too long has it been since she'd seen one of such color. Half of her was relieved as she knew the man wouldn't fail in his quest to kill all those that stood before her, the other half in shock at his actually being there.

"And the True Dragon has sent me," a guttural voice whispered in her ear.

Unable to turn around in time, her sharp gasp was only cut off by a choke on the air. She felt warm liquid spilling down the front of her dress and she looked down in a daze to see silver steel protruding from the middle of her chest. Her vision blurred in and out as she stood there. One of the man's hands held tightly to her upper arm as he pulled her close to him to whisper something to her. When he pulled away, her eyes were wide with realization, a thin trail of blood leaking from the corner of her mouth as she coughed. The blade pulled out of her and she crumpled to the floor, dead before she hit the ground.

The man who'd appeared behind her slowly sheathed his crimson stained blade and flexed a hand that sported silver claws. The other hand was simply covered in black leather as he stretched it out to beckon all those who were present.

"Here falls another building block for the rise of the True Dragon. Our one and only ruler," his voice reverberated off the palace walls. The white marble steps leading up to Queen Fae's throne slowly filled with red blood that dripped down towards the floor beneath her. "Through magic, and blood." The cloaked man knelt down, ran his clawed hand through the Queen's blood that stained the floor, then disappeared from sight. The feel of dark magic caked the air.

The setting changes from City Skyfall to Dragoon

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Jennifer Live

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Jennifer’s grin spread fully as Talon’s eyes narrowed at her, his bubbling rage coiling like snakes around his arms and forcing them upwards as he lunged at her murderously. Jennifer forced herself to remain in place, her body relaxing completely as she took the full blow of his tackle head on. For a moment the wind left her lungs as she crumpled against the hardwood of the furniture behind her, a loud thud echoing across the halls and breaking the dead silence around them. Feeling his vice like grip restraining her upper arms, she returned his glare with that same cruel grin, as if taunting to push the blade further.

"That man was my father, woman. A leader in this city and now he's fallen. Skyfall has fallen. Mark my words when I say, the ones who rained fire down on us will regret it dearly. Riena will guide them all to their deaths, and I will gladly fulfil her wishes."

Jennifer forced herself not to laugh, only managing to lick her lips like she could open up and feast on his hatred at any moment. For a moment she marvelled at the look on his eyes, the fiery taste for revenge prickling her corrupted heart and attacking her spine in chills. Another thud followed as he abruptly shoved himself off her, causing a disappointed expression to play across her features. An awkward silence followed as Jennifer picked herself of the ground like nothing happened and dusted herself off, meeting his frown with her typical face of casual indifference.

"I could use some assistance. Fighting magic with magic is probably the best course," he murmured distastefully, as if he had no other choice.

Jennifer clutched the bottom of her stomach with mirth, meeting his dark expression with sarcasm, “Finally, the face of a true assassin. Ruthless, brutal, yet utterly boring. Those were good eyes back there. I was upset when you didn’t drive that knife into me,” she said, frowning playfully herself. A sly smirk returned to her appealing face, lighting her features, “I’m sorry for your loss of course, and I don’t mind assisting in your little game of vengeance, but that said, i thought i'd point out that most people usually open up a bargain when asking for help.”

Her smile deepened as he strode around him, her lithe fingers wrapping around the scabbard of the sword impaling his father. In one smooth motion she pulled the sword free from the corpse before deftly juggling it between her hands like a circus performer. She chucked the bloody sword to him then, sending the blade clattering across the floor. “You’ve got it all wrong though, just killing them is to boring, too quick. You have to make them feel pain, tear down their hierarchy. Idealistic people like them make the world a colourless place. If you want my help, you'll also have to accept my way of doing things.”

The setting changes from Dragoon to City Crystacia

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Character Portrait: Azmirian Character Portrait: Rania Birviel

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Raina! I can't hold it! he called to his companion, voice reflecting his intense pain. The entire horde was against the now fluttering, sparking shield attacking it with all their might. The black cloud smothered the entire side of the beautiful dome, drowning out its light and causing it to crack and splinter. Azmirian's WorldSelf's eyes were jammed shut against the brutal assault on his mind, and his breathing was shallow and rapid. His claws flexed in determination, head tossing to and fro to try to shake the pain. The resiliant dragon kept his jaws clamped shut to keep from crying out, but his flying horns posed a danger to anyone who got too close. Raina!!

Near imbearable burning savagely ravaged Azmirian's consciousness. The flies had evolved to elf-sized hornets, slicing and crushing in on his shield. He breathed and focused the best he could, but his one wish was to cry out in searing pain, to have it all stop. He weakened by the second, the walls faltered, but he threw them up again before any dragon could get through.

He wasn't going to make it. He was clever, sometimes too clever for his own good. One last trick resided in his claw, and he prepped to use it. He forced in one massive lungful of air. All his strength, bodily, mental, and emotional, was condensed into a blinding ball of white light. He sculpted it in his mind into a pointed spear, hoisted it, and flung the missile at the shield about his mind.


The translucent dome exploded into blinding light with a deafening boom, deep and rumbling. A wave of golden rays was flung out all around the dead shield and shoved out. The black dragons roared in pain and began to fall, crashing into the trees about the city. They'd be dazed for ten minutes tops, immobilized and senseless.

Back at the circle, the white dragon stilled. He forced open his golden eyes, bleary and unfocused, for just a moment before shutting them. His head crashed to the ground and he fell into a deep, peaceful darkness.

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Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Azmirian Character Portrait: Rania Birviel

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Rania only had a few moments to see her beloved Queen get run through in the back. She screamed a cry of anguish as she rushed to Fae's side and started to cry, ignoring the pain in her arm. Locien had only managed to kill the other two assailants before seeing the slain queen of elves. "Uh oh." was all the dark elf could utter as he then saw the blonde elf faint for an unknown reason.

Locien sighed as he picked up the knocked out Rania and turn to the guards. "Find a place of mourning for your queen, then come to the medical wing of your barracks with info on any known heirs to the throne of Crystacia." Locien stated as he carried the elf away from the scene.

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At the medical wing of the barracks Locien had managed to take the knife out of Rania's shoulder and wrap the wound with a healing solution soaked bandage he carried with him in a pouch before heading to a corner to try and sleep off the anger he was feeling. But also it was to get the Seeker's punishment for having his orders half done. He sighed with resignation. "Hopefully he doesn't boil me alive." he muttered as he started to fade into the realm of sleep.

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Locien was not in the white room this time. He was more or less in a purple colored bedroom, complete with a balcony overlooking an endless sea. "This is my punishment Seeker?" Locien asked to himself as he looked out at the balcony. He had seen this balcony once before when his jobs were half failures in his dreams. But that could only mean that it's not a punishment it was also some form of reward, but not what he had in mind.

"Oh no please don't tell me I have to spend a night with her do I?!" He said in exasperation. He knew all too well who he was talking about, for he remembered a time when his father had to save his mother before he was born, but to do that, Lord Maelthra Kestal made a deal with the Seeker. Any deal can be made with him. Selling a soul to the Seeker, or simply determining one part of your fate. For Locien, it was both.

"Come on Loci dear." came a sultry voice that echoed through the walls. "Grandfather's letting us spend time together again. You should be happy." Locien knew that voice all too well as he turned to see a female dark elf dressed in a red dress that reflected the moonlight to a shade of red, with her lips forming into a smile of happiness and adoration to the man in front of her. "After all," she continued to state as she wrapped her arms around Locien with a laugh, "I am your future wife aren't I?"

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Locien woke with a start an hour later. "That wasn't funny Seeker, it was cruel, you know why I both love and fear Vera. Her Dad maybe your illegitimate offspring, and My father's best friend, and you and Dad decide to give me to her like a willing groom! We were good friends until you dropped that bit of dragon dung!" Locien screamed inside his head at his Patron deity. Sighing he looked at the still sleeping Rania Birviel. She was stirring in pain and there were tear streaks in her eyes. Sighing Locien walked over to a mirror and rub his head.

Looking at his reflection he noticed a bit of blue lipstick on his right cheek as his eyes widened and a slow purple flush of color came on his face. "Okay that's uncool Vera." he muttered to himself. Wiping it off his face with the end of his cloak he slowly sighed with regret. "Someday Vera I'll return home. Then we'll fulfill the promise my dad made together."

Outside the Barracks Zoron shook his head. "Poor Locien, every time the seeker sends him something like that it always pains him. Every minute with her, and the moment they're gone, is his personal Hell."

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Rania, I'm sorry, whispered the semi-conscious dragon. He had no awareness of his WorldSelf, but enough consciousness to try to contact his companion. I have failed... I dazed them, but not for long. Soon they'll be in the city and I am defenseless... Are you able to hear me, love? he called, dejection and failure heavy in his mind voice. He needed to be sure she was safe... If he was killed in his vulnerable position in the middle of the city...

The connection faltered, but he strengthened it again through sheer will.
Rania, love, I'm so sorry. I tried. I don't know how long I'll be out, or if we'll survive this. I'm so sorry. He reached out a false claw to try to embrace her mind in apology. He wanted to know she was there.

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Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Azmirian Character Portrait: Rania Birviel

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Rania's mind flinched as her dragon touched her. "Azy. They killed her. They killed the Queen. I failed in my vow to protect her." She thought in her mind. she couldn't bear it in her physical body as it cried in her injured sleep. Locien turned to her, snapping out of his reverie of longing for his home with his clan and his beloved. Giving her a long look of pity he sighed before walking toward a balcony nearby her bedside.

"Zoron. Make sure you help out any White dragons in distress." He instructed out loud to the green dragon as Zoron was already in mid flight towards the center of town.

"I already have one on my sights, the one that raised the shield. He's unconcious, so he must be that female's dragon. I'll get him so that way he's near you. We can protect both easily there." The Green dragon said as he flew to the white dragon before him. Wrapping his tail around the tail of Azmirian, Zoron then clasped his foreclaws around his torso and started to fly back rather slowly and with careful speed.

"Ugh, brother dragon, you need to not be a deadweight if im carrying ya." Zoron stated as he finally managed to reach the barracks and set the white dragon down. Locien was watching with a look of relief in his eyes.

"Well done Zoron." Locien stated as he heard a soft groaning sound as Rania sat up on the bed. Locien walked over to her hurriedly. "Stay still. Your shoulder is injured." He then started to check the bandage carefully on her shoulder. "Any sharp movement could reopen the wound even with the healing agent working."

"I can see that, Cousin of the Dark. Was it only you that came, or are there more of your kind wanting to help us?" Rania asked Locien as she jerked her arm away from him. Locien softly shook his head. "Oh so it's just you? Im grateful though. I am Rania Birviel of the House of Birviel. I gave you my name. Now give me yours please."

"My name, is Locien Kestal, Son of Maelthra Kestal, Chieftain of the Kestal Clan." Locien stated in a slow yet strangely humble voice.

The setting changes from City Crystacia to City Kingsburrow

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Character Portrait: Elanor Heathertoe Character Portrait: Thane Illuvatar

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Thane chuckled as she walked off. He knew she'd taken the pouch as he knew she would from the moment he saw her. Her thievery wouldn't get her too far though. He'd know better and saddled all the things he could use, including his money, on his dragon Itan's back. What she'd find in the pouch would maybe be enough for a hot meal, but that's about it. He'd been in big cities before and he knew better than to keep too much gold on him at one time so that he could avoid situations like this. With a shrill whistle, he called Itan down to the ground only long enough to pluck the goods and supplies he needed to open shop then sent the ivory beast out to hunt. In a matter of minutes, he had unloaded a tarp, tent, folding table and several boxes filled with jewelry and other miscellaneous items, all of which would sell rather quickly.

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As the day came to a close, Thane smirked at the profit he'd made. A few sacks full of cheap trinkets could pay off for a good merchant, and he was excellent at his profession. Another whistle brought Itan back as Thane folded the table, tarp and tent closed, eager to pack it up and head to an inn for some sleep. Deciding that the shop would be safer with the dragon rather than him, Thane told Itan to fly up to the foot hills and nestle the items with him for the night, something that the dragon was used to. With a smile, he watched his friend sail off into the night, then turned down the street, heading towards the nearest in. From that first step, until he was nestled in his room, the profits that he hadn't spent on his lodgings, safe with Itan, a tune crossed his lips. With a final tweet of a whistle, the thought of the small thief crossed his mind as he watched the embers in the fireplace slowly die.

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The dragon stirred slowly, mind buzzing and stinging with false welts and sores. He didn't dare to open his eyes, nor move more than he had to. But he had to get out of the open, find Rania, and get to her. She wouldn't be thinking straight after the Queen's death, stars rest her lightly. Through sheer will, he blinked open his unfocused eyes and cleared the sleep from them with a few more blinks. Everything was doubled and blurry, and there was naught he could to to repair it. His consciousness had been badly damaged in the assault, the black dragons were fiercer than any he had ever seen and had a sort of unbridled hunger to get into the city. There had been nothing he could do to defend the inhabitants. He had failed, not only Crystacia, but the Queen and Rania.

Rania. He had to find her. Nothing was accomplished through vision, so he shut his eyes and used hearing and smell to guide him to his shaky feet. Naught could keep him from getting to her, from saving her. If he was in this bad of a condition, she would be in worse. His knees shook and wings quivered as he managed to become upright. It didn't last long. One knee buckled and he toppled forward to the ground, a chaotic pile of white and gold. He growled with frustration and tried again with more vigor, tossing his head with frustration at his weakness. His horns swung about, and he hoped no pedestrians were nearby. If anything it would ward off any black dragons that came to pick at him.

There was nothing you could do, now hold on, I'm coming!

(Note, he is unaware as to where he is)

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City Skyfall

“Finally, the face of a true assassin. Ruthless, brutal, yet utterly boring. Those were good eyes back there. I was upset when you didn’t drive that knife into me. I’m sorry for your loss of course, and I don’t mind assisting in your little game of vengeance, but that said, i thought i'd point out that most people usually open up a bargain when asking for help.”

Talon frowned at her, not in the least humored by her words or sly smiling. Something about her seemed... off to him. He couldn't put his finger on it either. Why would she be upset that he didn't kill her? What could she possibly gain by that? He was confused about her choice of words and the look on her face. Certainly this was a strange woman indeed.

“You’ve got it all wrong though, just killing them is to boring, too quick. You have to make them feel pain, tear down their hierarchy. Idealistic people like them make the world a colourless place. If you want my help, you'll also have to accept my way of doing things.”

To this he turned his eyes on her fully, an eyebrow arching in the process. Talon wasn't sure he liked the sounds of what she was saying. Riena was merciful, she did not cause unnecessary pain to her victims. For an assassin, it was kill quickly and efficiently. However, his thoughts were revolving around what possible hell he could put the man through who killed his father. Talon knew, though, that those kinds of thoughts were not what his deity would wish him to be thinking. No matter how much he wanted to put torment those who destroyed his city, he knew it wasn't right.

It may not be right, but she is the only thing that is a match against them. I think the one whom you faced is their leader, and he is far more deadly than any of his followers, Vy voiced to him.

I still don't like it.

You don't have to like it. This has marked the change in times. Change with it or die, Vy said coldly.

You're no help to me Vy, Talon sighed in response.

I'm always here to help you. Never forget that. Riena will always look after you, no matter where you go. She nor I will let you stray from your path.

Talon sighed, "Fine. Do what you want. However, I don't want you expecting me to do the same. Still wish to fight with me?"

City Crystacia

He rapped his knuckles across the door of the infirmary and was let in immediately by another elf. Taking hold of his sword, his gaze swept the area looking for the mysterious dark elf that had assisted them. Even if they'd lost their Queen, the man had been a huge help in the fight. Still, the fighting was continuing, whatever black cloaked mages were left fought against the elven guard. That was tiring as it was. However, the issue of trying to find an heir to throne was entirely different. This was one thing that wasn't going to be fixed in a mere couple of hours.

"Sir," he announced as he found the darker skinned cousin, "I'm Earvine Lithile, second commander of the Queen's guard," Earvine bowed to the dark elf before continuing, "I'm here to tell you that there is no heir to the throne. Queen Fae was not married and did not bear any children. No one knows where to start looking in regards to her family, or even if her family still lives at this point. Also, the dragon that she sent to Skyfall has returned, but the rider is gone. I was informed by my own dragon that Skyfall has seen the same devastation that we have," he paused to take a deep breath.

"Is there anything that we can do for you? We owe you our lives, and are in your debt for aiding us with this sudden attack."

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"Fine. Do what you want. However, I don't want you expecting me to do the same. Still wish to fight with me?"

Talon's icy reply was all she needed to confirm his priorities, his firm denial of her offer a promising show of support for his moral codes. Jennifer's creamy frame shrugged dismissively as she turned her back on Talon's startled expression, imitating a child denied her candy. Growing up as a mage, she remained ignorant of the assassins and many other cultures for a long time, but one thing she had intimately grown to learn about was people. What drove him to hold onto his honour so fervently? Why was he so opposed to the idea of pain in an occupation dipped in death? Such pertinant questions only made her want to test the limits of his resolve, so that she could taste and savour the sweet nectar of his crumbling emotions when it all fell apart.

She discarded the petty notion with a sigh, if he valued his dignity so badly, so be it. Jennifer span on her heels cheerfully, rotating herself to face Talon again as her condescending tone saturated the room once more with her malevolence, "Such devoted morals you have, that's fine too i guess. You're mistaken though you know? You're the one who can't do this alone. The only reason i'm offering assistance is because their attitude rankles me, but i'm a notoriously whimsical person."

Her curt features played into a sly grin as she stared at him, "Knowing you, you'd just have some boring plan involving pursuing them and killing them, right? That's no fun for someone like me either."

Jennifer clicked her fingers then, creating four differently coloured orbs with each one representing a separate element over her head. Without needing to look, she juggled them between her hands as she continued to address him, "I'm a terrible assassin, but you're clearly out of your depth when dealing with mages likewise. If i don't come, do you plan on wasting time in the hopes of finding a random wizard to teach you? Most of the greatest mages reside in Ro’ell you know, too absorbed in their own arcane studies to be bothered by the petty political matters of the world. That said, I hope you're sufficiently prepared if you plan to involve me, you may not enjoy everything you see."

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She has a point, Talon. Given everything that's happened and the way that Ro'ell is run, the mages there won't give you a second glance.

Thanks for the obvious, Vy, Talon replied sarcastically. Then with a different tone he continued, Do you think there's a way I could learn some magic?

He could feel the large silver dragon mentally shrug, Maybe. There's always that possibility. I don't think you could gain as much power as some of the naturally born mages, but you may be able to harness some power that would help you against this rebellion.

Even if it's just a little, it's better than nothing. What of her? What do you think?

Vy sighed, I think you're thinking too much, my little assassin.

To this Talon's eyebrow twitched again and he turned his head to glare in the general direction of where his large dragon was at. Though he couldn't see the silver beast, he knew where his location was as he could feel the creature moving around outside via their connection. With his jaw set tightly, he ran his hand through his blue-grey hair and turned back to face her. her colored orbs bouncing around her hands as she stood there waiting for his response. Jennifer was a deadly opponent to say the least, and he was slightly fearful that the way she thought would rub off on him. He also feared losing his resolve to follow Riena's path, to be merciful rather than merciless.

He wasn't sure if he really wanted her company, but at the same time, he couldn't be without it either. He wouldn't stand a chance against the mages who had decided to take up arms and attack. Their only purpose being something about 'his' coming back. Whoever 'he' was, Talon didn't know, but he was determined to find out. Then he remembered the key that his father had given to him before he'd left to fight the attack. Reaching into the hidden portions of his clothing, he pulled the key out and looked at it. Twisting it between his fingers he tried to think of what the key would unlock.

Maybe some old room in the guild? Vy offered.

Maybe, Talon replied slowly, his mind not really with the dragon at the moment.

Talon replaced the key and returned his attention to the matter at hand, "I'm prepared for anything," he told her, his eyes narrowing and taking on a colder tone, much like the look he had before. He was going to do what it took to bring his father justice and to stop the man with the silver clawed hand from getting what he wanted. Whatever the rebels were trying to do, Talon would have none of it.

"Tell me, Jennifer. How quickly can one learn magic?"

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Jennifer made a show of frowning as Talon’s attention wavered, his focus no doubt alternating in consultation between herself and his dragon. When he finally turned back to address her, his cheeks set firmly into a gaunt visage, Talon’s face was a picture of grim dourness. Jennifer felt a small smile of her own spreading across her delectable lips as her statements hit the proverbial nail on the head. His internal conflict was painfully obvious for her to observe. She could tell from the young man's silence that he was measuring her, leveraging the risk and the benefits of associating himself with a dangerous individual such as herself.

Her eyes detected the brief glint of something small and metallic as Talon pulled an object free from his clothes and held it between his hands, something she guessed was a gift from his father. After another short moment he returned the heirloom into the folds of his clothes, his gaze calculating gaze settling onto her once more.

"I'm prepared for anything," he declared, his eyes and tone reflecting a glassy semblance. Again with the sudden change in demeanour. That was fine to in Jennifer’s mind, she’d more than likely have plenty of opportunities to toy with him later. "Tell me, Jennifer. How quickly can one learn magic?"

His question caused an eruption of chuckles as Jennifer’s head shot back, her short black hair falling around her shoulders as a felicitous hysteria overcame her. The sudden motion was enough to disrupt her concentration and send the illusionary balls crashing into the floor, hitting the tiles with a wet slap before dissipating into thin air.

You sound like you actually want to learn proper magic. Surely you jest,” she retorted in dislocated huffs. Holding onto her chest, Jennifer was still struggling to maintain her composure as she fought back the waves of laughter. “I just thought you wanted me to fight alongside with you. If the rebels have enough power to assault an entire city and raid it so effectively, how long do you think you have to learn proper magic? Or did you want to wait it out like the rest of the world? Twiddling your thumbs?”

Another hand clasped onto Talon’s shoulder from behind, a sudden grip both solid and warm. An image of Talon’s father shimmered behind him, smiling peacefully like any paternal father would to a son. When its mouth opened to speak though, the his father's tone was anything but that, shattering the illusion. Sly and oozing with acid, it whispered unnervingly into Talon’s ear, “There are darker methods of course. Forbidden and ruinous techniques of increasing ones power quickly...” The illusion imploded abruptly, bursting into hundreds of tiny yellow butterflies which fluttered back to Jennifer.

“Just kidding,” she teased, smiling broadly at Talon, “How long it takes depends on the individual’s affinity for magic and their conceptual powers. The simplest method is converting energy in to power and then using that energy to manipulate the environment around you,” she closed her eyes then, pursing her lips into a frustrated pout, “I can teach you the basics, but i'm already woefully bored of these surroundings, shall we change locations? One cannot survive on air alone.”

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"Azy, calm down, you're at the yard of the barracks!" Rania said to her dragon whilst Locien heard Second Commander Lithile's words carefully. "This is troubling news from Skyfall the dragon brings. Did the Queen have any relations to the other Nobles? The Rashnas? or even Lieutenant Birviel? And what am I doing, I haven't even introduced myself sir."

Locien extended his hand to him. "If these were better times, this introduction would've been the first of many to heal the shattered trusts that our two races have made. I represent a group of Dark elves wishing to make peace with the other races. I am Locien Kestal, Son of Maelthra Kestal. On behalf of Lord Ildhrenion Galadiir of the Tok'Nowe Alliance, also known as Ildhrenion Seeker Son, I extend my hand in friendship."

Locien waited for the elf to shake his hand and when he did, or didn't, Locien continued. "Now then, as for the debt you owe me, only acknowledge the Tok'Nowe Alliance was involved in your aid. Also any dark elf with the Tok'Nowe alliance symbol, the symbol of the howling wolf, is a friend to all races, both small and great. Thus will the first duty of my wanderings be made whole. And also, let me know about any further news of possible relations Fae had to the existing noble Elves." Locien stated, "Furthermore, get me a tactics map of the city, we need to start planning relief efforts to any casualties in the fight after we drive off the last of these blokes. Zoron! Help drive off the remaining enemy."

"As you wish Locien. There will not be a remnant to make an ash statue of." Came the reply as the Green dragon started to make a flight pattern around the city.

"Locien Kestal. You speak of a separate type of Dark Elf that wants to be at peace with the rest of the world and even help us." Rania said with a small smirk on her face. "You're absolutely the most strangest Dark Elf I've ever met."

"But you have met me." Locien replied with a grin and a twitch of his dark ears. "Therefore, I am. One more request Second Commander, A pen and two pieces of paper, I have to write to Lord Galadiir of this event. The second piece of paper is for a personal note to a very dearly beloved of mine. That'll be all for now. Resume your duties I'll be here if you wish to bring me more news."

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Th... The barracks? How did I... The dragon stopped his infuriated flailing and stood still, listening for where she was. You must be here with me then. How is your sight and shoulder, love? Help me find you? His shaky knees protested to his stumbling motion in search of her. Azmirian began to click his tongue in his throat and listened for the echos to make sure he didn't step on anything or anyone. It wasn't nearly as quick or effective as sight, but it worked. He "saw" the row of beds, the two forms to his left, the opening he must've come through, and the motion in one of the beds. He began to feel his way towards the incapacitated figure, knowing it must be her. One claw felt in front of the white dragon in a sweeping motion before touching down, and the low clicking continued. Slowly, he began to near her. Am I on the right track, love? He hated being helpless as a hatchling, but wasn't ashamed to show his weakness to her. She had had a much worse day so far. Shoulder aching, head throbbing, and senses off, he continued his odyssey to his companion.

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“You sound like you actually want to learn proper magic. Surely you jest. I just thought you wanted me to fight alongside with you. If the rebels have enough power to assault an entire city and raid it so effectively, how long do you think you have to learn proper magic? Or did you want to wait it out like the rest of the world? Twiddling your thumbs?”

Her laughter caused him to groan softly. He was beginning to think that asking her about anything was a bad idea. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned his weight onto one leg as he listened to her ramble and joke around. Then he jumped slightly as he felt a hand on his shoulder. His arms uncrossed and his fingers pulled out two daggers, one in each hand. His eyes widened though as he looked upon the figure of his father standing right next to him. Talon's throat clenched as he stared, unable to think properly. The man's words dripped with acid, a wicked tone to it as he spoke belying the figure who stood there. Lord V'lyn would never speak of such things, nor in the manner that he was just then.

Once he realized it was just another of her illusions, it was too late and the figure had disappeared completely leaving him standing there with his daggers held loosely at his sides from his shock. After a moment, he finally turned to her, eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched tightly in anger. How dare she use the image of his father in such a way? Still, she smiled at him, leaning back in her mirth that seemed to never end. He would have lunged at her once more, but he held back knowing that that was exactly what she wanted in the first place. Talon was determined not to let her have that pleasure.

“How long it takes depends on the individual’s affinity for magic and their conceptual powers. The simplest method is converting energy in to power and then using that energy to manipulate the environment around you. I can teach you the basics, but i'm already woefully bored of these surroundings, shall we change locations? One cannot survive on air alone.”

Another sigh escaped him and he fought to keep from rolling his eyes. Slowly he replaced the daggers and stepped towards the door leading outside. The sun was slowly illuminating the courtyard, making the ground reflect the pool of red blood that had covered the cobblestones. In the center of the courtyard, Vy had curled himself, waiting for his companion to make a decision on what he was going to do next.

"Whatever it takes, Jennifer. I'll make them pay," he told her, his voice barely above a whisper. He didn't get very far as he made his way to Vy when he heard a yell across the courtyard to his left. Turning his attention, his hands reached for the throwing knives on his person. However, what met him was not someone in distress from an attack, but an elf who was rushing towards him with a paper in hand.

"Lord V'lyn," another voice called from his right. Talon turned to see who had called him and noted that a group of assassin's had walked upon the scene. The one who'd spoken his name led the others and once he was next to Talon, bowed to him before flicking his dark gaze to the guild and then to Jennifer right behind him. "Is it as we suspect?"

"Yes," Talon replied as he looked away, his eyes glinting with anger. The elf finally made it to them and stopped just short of the assassin. His breath was heaving as he looked at the group, then handed the paper to Talon.

"Queen Fae has requested your presence in Crystacia," the elf managed after he'd caught his breath. Talon looked sharply to the man before opening the letter. He read it quickly then crushed the paper between his hands in frustration.

"Finish things here, then send a dragon to Ro'ell and Laowlee. Let them know what's going on and who has attacked us. A rebel group under the name 'True Dragons'. I'll head to Laowlee after I finish in Crystacia." Talon turned to Jennifer then and eyed her for a moment before continuing, "I hope you don't mind heights, because we're flying there," he said then strode up to Vy and climbed up onto his back. Leaning over he offered his hand to the girl before allowing Vy to jump into the air and race to Crystacia.

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Jennifer felt a pang of disappointment as Talon’s daggers found their way back into their holsters, his anger held tightly in check despite her taunts. She sighed also, blowing a wad of her dark fringe away from her eyes. Her cheerfulness returned immediately as Talon stepped towards the entrance though, her smile returning with a new lease of life as she stepped a few paces behind him. She followed his dark figure back into the courtyard, arms behind her head as the sun rose further above them. Talon’s dragon sat curled around itself in the middle of the courtyard as it awaited them, its silvery form exposed for all to admire. Light reflected up of its scales magnificently, mirroring all of the various hues of the courtyard and giving the dragon a wholly unearthly complexion.

"Whatever it takes, Jennifer. I'll make them pay,"

She turned to his barely audible whisper, her eyes an icy juxtaposition to her jovial smile. “I’m looking forwards to it. If it’s someone like you, it may be possible,” she advocated, though one could never be too sure about the true meaning behind her words, if there were even any at all.

Immediately they were approached from both flanks, a group of assassins on the right and an elf on the left the moment they exited the structure. Jennifer watched the tedious proceedings with boredom, only stopping to compose herself as one of the assassins regarded her with suspicion. She resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at him like an ill-tempered child and could only glower at him instead, exploiting a sunny smile to undermine the atmosphere of their conversation.

"Finish things here, then send a dragon to Ro'ell and Laowlee. Let them know what's going on and who has attacked us. A rebel group under the name 'True Dragons'. I'll head to Laowlee after I finish in Crystacia. I hope you don't mind heights, because we're flying there,"

Talon leaned to her as he said this from the back of his dragon, extending his hand out towards her at the conclusion of their plan. “How kind of you my prince,” she laughed, grasping onto his hand and climbing aboard. Her stomach lurched into her throat as Talon’s dragon jumped to the skies then, their rapid momentum surprising her completely as it spread its wings. Without anything else to support her, she clung onto his back, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Hope you don’t mind,” she grinned, “But death from falling isn’t high to do on my wishlist.”

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Talon felt her smaller body press against his back as she leaned forward and clung to him with her arms around his waist. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from feeling any amount of embarrassment. He'd never had a woman riding Vy with him before, so the experience was more than a little distracting. Of course the one thing that kept him from feeling any amount of liking towards her proximity, was her condescending nature. To that extent he was semi-grateful, he'd never been close to a woman before so this whole experience was entirely new to him.

This is the only woman you've spent time with... I wonder how this will end up, Vy said.

You're not helping the situation, Talon growled back in reply.

“Hope you don’t mind. But death from falling isn’t high to do on my wishlist,” Jennifer voiced as they shot off into the air. She had to lean forward, raising her voice to be heard over the wind. Talon rolled his eyes then, but only because she couldn't see.

"I wouldn't let you fall," he replied loudly, turning his head towards her so she could hear.

How sweet of you. Last I thought you wouldn't have minded if she stayed behind, now you're not going to let any harm befall her. Human's are interesting creatures. You especially my little assassin.

Once again his eyebrow twitched in irritation and he clenched his jaw as he sat on Vy's neck, the area right between the start of his neck and shoulders where the wing joints were. The flight was a constant up and down feeling, almost like being at sea but where the waves constantly tossed the ship. Flying was not straight or smooth, the wind always changed direction and because of this, the dragon would have to constantly adjust. Not to mention the wings flapping added altitude and when they glided, they lost altitude. Never was flying steady. However, Talon had grown used to the feeling and he enjoyed it immensely.

It was a few hours later that they reached Crystacia. The sun had risen far off the mountain range and was slowly making its way to the center of the sky to mark midday. Talon's gaze narrowed as he spotted the white city built in the side of the rocky mountain. Smoke was billowing from several areas of the city and the sight alone left the assassin agitated. He'd hoped that the elves would have held longer, but it wasn't looking all that good. Talon ordered Vy to circle the area once before landing, just so he could take in the scene.

Down below he couldn't see too much beyond the smoke and buildings, but Vy's eyesight was much better and the dragon informed him of the goings on down below. Several of the True Dragons remained in the city, but they were being held back by the guards and warriors. Vy also spotted what looked to be their area of command, the barracks that were on the outside of the palace. Slowly, the large silver dragon began his descent into the courtyard area where there were many other dragons as well.

Once down on the ground, Talon leapt off his dragons back gracefully and turned to aid Jennifer in her decent from the dragons neck as well. He held his hand out to her, the other arm outstretched to catch her should she fall awkwardly, though he doubted she would. The woman seemed very quick on her feet and he was certain that her agility and balance far exceeded his own.

As soon as she was down, he headed for the building in search of anyone who could tell him where Queen Fae was. She had called him, therefore he needed to see her. Not to mention she needed to know of Lord V'lyn's death and the destruction of Skyfall. As he entered the barracks, he spotted many elves laid out on beds being tended to. The wounded were many and there seemed to be more still coming. His eyes narrowed at the sight, a disgusted feeling welling at the back of his throat. Slowly he turned his gaze and he spotted a being that he'd never seen before. The man was elven, that was for sure, but his skin was black and his hair white. What type of elf was this? Talon thought to himself.

"You there!" One of the guards that had been standing nearby called out to him and moved towards him. The elven man looked him up and down before recognition sprung in his eyes, "You're face, I've seen it before. You're Lord V'lyn's are you not? Where is your father? He was called here to speak to Queen..." the man's voice choked and he looked away before composing himself.

"Talon V'lyn, last of my house. Where is the Queen, I need to speak with her," he said shortly, his voice hard as he cut right down to business.

"The Queen was killed, Lord V'lyn."

"Killed?! How?"

"She was attacked from behind. Somehow, he got inside the palace. Several of our own men were a part of this organization as well. It's a miracle any of us survived. If he hadn't of showed up in time, I don't think anyone in that throne room would have walked out."

Talon raised an eyebrow, "Who?"

"He calls himself Locien Kestal, Son of Maelthra Kestal. As of right now, he's the closest we have to a leader. He's been keeping everyone busy and orderly. You should speak to him," the guard pointed to the dark skinned elf before bowing and taking his leave. Talon looked back at Jennifer before starting towards the man.

"Locien Kestal? Queen Fae called me here. I was told to speak with you on what has happened in the city so far," Talon started as he stood behind the man.

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Never before had she ridden a dragon, not since the Romanias killed her bond, and never since the time she'd abandoned Ro’ell, so to say Jennifer was less than comfortable would be a rather large understatement. Jennifer clung on for dear life as the air rushed past her face, buffeting against her tiny body and carrying her dark hair wildly over her shoulders. Thankfully, Talon’s waist was firmly constructed and just thin enough for her to comfortably wrap her arms around. Such comforts did little to negate her growing anxiety and the sense of illness she felt churning within her stomach however. Her eyes were crushed together so tightly she almost missed his response when Talon whipped his head around to yell at her.

"I wouldn't let you fall," he yelled, his reassuring voice carrying over the wind and quickly being lost somewhere behind them.

“Oh? I could’ve sworn you were about to stab me earlier this morning!” she screamed over the roaring winds in return. She dug her head deeper into his back in a futile attempt to forget the nauseating sickness which threatened to discharge her last meal. Each and every jostle and curve during their flight only serving to compound her condition. After what Jennifer could only describe as several hours of pure agony, they reached the city of Crystacia. The white city was a fine sight indeed. Ominous black smoke billowed over numerous sections of the metropolis, smothering the otherwise perfectly white architecture with the taint of war. As their view continued to expand, masses of ruins became gently illuminated under the sun, the smell of their burnt out carcasses wafting its way up to their noses. All of which mattered little to Jennifer who seemed simply gratified at the prospect of being on solid ground.

For once she was glad to accept Talon’s support, stumbling off the dragon in her haste to reach stable soil. Her creamy face seemed all the more paler as she stepped down, her one free arm wrapped tenderly around her chest as she exhaled deeply. “Next time, I’ll just walk,” she muttered, rearranging her wits quickly. Judging the immediate activity of the elven soldiers, she was able to determine they’d arrived at some central command hub for the army. Talon led the way into one of the buildings which progressed into a makeshift infirmary on their way to make contact with some measure of authority. The cries of the wounded distorted the air as they passed, exciting her senses. She had half a mind to inflict further pain on the soldiers resting there, but she resisted the pointless temptation as a guard approached them. It was an elven soldier. Tall, thin, and with eyes and ears moulded into slits which exuded a permeable aura of aloofness, the elves represented a noble fantasy in the minds of many humans. Jennifer was no such human though. A wicked smile tugged at her lips as she recognised the look on the guard’s face, the look of failure.

"The Queen was killed, Lord V'lyn."

Her grin could only broaden, turning into a sharp, cruel expression of joy. These rebels were doing most of her job for her. Talon’s reply was predictable as the shock of the revelation became visibly etched into his young features, his eyes widening in alarm, "Killed?! How?"

She followed the rest of the conversation until Talon craned his neck to glance at her. Locien Kestal was a name she’d never heard of so she shrugged in response to his silent enquiry, her small shoulders shifting up then down in uncertainty. They approached their apparent target, and similar to their previous elf, he was tall, noble and possessed the signature ears and eyes of an elf. The similarities ended there though, Locien Kestal was a self-possessed figure, with dark marble like skin and effeminate long hair. The perfect buddy for Talon it seemed, much to her chagrin.

"Locien Kestal? Queen Fae called me here. I was told to speak with you on what has happened in the city so far."

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With a loud yawn, Elanor rose up from her temporary sleeping accommodation, accidentally nudging Wily with her elbow. The dragon woke up from the shake, startled as he jumped into the air and nervously began to flap his wings.

“Heehee~ Morning sleepyhead.” The halfling whispered, running a hand through her oak-brown hair, while gently rubbing the gold dragon's head with her other. They probably both had a good night's rest. It wasn't too common for them to be able to hop into a comfortable bunk, after all. Not that it really mattered to her, Elanor preferred the stars to be her roof and the soft grass to be her bed. But hey, no complaints for some variety.

With one foot out of the bed, the trickster began her daily routine. Getting dressed, pack everything up, and get out. She didn't feel like spending one minute longer than necessary in Kingsburrow, and she decided to grab some bits here and there from the market for provisions, which wasn't all that much. But now she could simply pay for all of that, coin had to be spent on something of course.

With that done, the halfling casually strolled through the gates of Kingsburrow, waving it a grand farewell before heading off into the empty plains of the world.

The setting changes from City Kingsburrow to Dragoon

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Azmirian Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Rania Birviel

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Locien eyed the two humans carefully. The female had an air of malice to her and took a stab at guessing she was a warlock. The young man looked like a very familiar man he once crossed paths with in Skyfall at age twenty and five. He did look like him, a good man and a great assassin. "You must be the Skyfall Assassins Guildmaster's son." Locien stated as he gestured to his face. "I've heard of your father, boy. Good man, good assassin. Seeker be with you, from one Clan of Assassins to another. I am Locien Kestal of the Kestal Clan and this," he gestured to Rania who gripped her white dragon's claw and rubbed it softly, "Is Lieutenant Rania Birviel of the House of Birviel, you two have a lot in common, if you're the last of your line boy."

Locien sighed and looked to the city outside. "Is this your first time seeing a Dark Elf? Wouldn't be too surprised if it was, the only difference in me and these elves here is only how our ancestors, the Elvahn, chose their paths. The people of Crystacia, well, that's obvious, they became elves. My people became dark elves and were always involved in civil squabble. Until my people, the Tok'Nowe Alliance was formed and split from other dark elves to form our own group and to try and make peace with and aid other races to the best of our ability." Locien stated as he turned to face the humans once again. "That's Dark Elvish history in a nutshell. My involvement in this incident began right as the attack started, I decided to pay the Queen a quick checkup visit, only to skewer a few dark magi who were in a cult bent on killing the three powers. Of course, you can guess they succeeded in killing the Queen."

"I think they can, Foolish Dark Skinned cousin." Rania said as she continued rubbing Azmirian's claw softly.

"Yeah tensions between my people and theirs are still tight after a few thousand years. At any rate, there have been a few stragglers from this cult that I want to try and catch alive and interrogate, hopefully my dragon managed to not singe one for that occasion. Any questions?" Locien asked before lifting a finger, "No questions on my skin, why I am even here and not being with my own kind, and the ever popular, 'am I a wandering swordsman'. Apologies those questions follow me everywhere sometimes."

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Azmirian Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Rania Birviel

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Love, Azmirian said, warning in his voice, I do not trust this situation. It reeks of malice and backstabbing... Do not trust them. There was little reasoning behind it, but the congregation of strange elves (which he still couldn't see) set him on edge. He kept his golden eyes shug and allowed his companion to stroke his claw. Gently, he nestled the end of his snout on her stomach and sighed with contentment and satisfaction. I am sorry this happened. I was planning to take you to the shrub of flowers in her remembrance... Maybe some other time.

The setting changes from Dragoon to City Crystacia

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Azmirian Character Portrait: Thane Illuvatar Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Rania Birviel Character Portrait: Vier

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Talon wasn't too surprised that the dark elf knew who he was. Most people could tell by his tall tell blue-grey hair and eyes. The scar over his eye was also another mark that told others who he was. The V'lyn house was known for their hair color and being assassins.

"I've heard of your father, boy. Good man, good assassin. Seeker be with you, from one Clan of Assassins to another. I am Locien Kestal of the Kestal Clan and this is Lieutenant Rania Birviel of the House of Birviel, you two have a lot in common, if you're the last of your line boy," the dark elf gestured to a woman who was in a cot with her dragon right next to her.

In return, the assassin bowed his head to the dark elf before him, "May Riena guide your steps, fellow assassin. I'm Talon V'lyn from the house V'lyn in Skyfall. I believe my father spoke of meeting a dark elf in his youth a few times before. Alas, he is dead. Killed by these rebels who call themselves the 'True Dragons'."

He listened to Locien's words as he put the lore of the two elven races into a short few moments of time. Talon had heard of the dispute between the two and only knew a little about the goings on between them. Other than that, he was no where near being fully versed in their history. He thought it unnecessary to hear the background, but then maybe it was as the lighter skinned elf sourly spoke up at Locien. Talon raised an eyebrow as he looked between the two.

"Yeah tensions between my people and theirs are still tight after a few thousand years. At any rate, there have been a few stragglers from this cult that I want to try and catch alive and interrogate, hopefully my dragon managed to not singe one for that occasion. Any questions? No questions on my skin, why I am even here and not being with my own kind, and the ever popular, 'am I a wandering swordsman'. Apologies those questions follow me everywhere sometimes."

His lips pulled back into the slightest of a smile as he listened. Obviously the dark elf was a man who liked getting straight to the point rather than beating around the bush with useless talk. A kind of man that Talon would like very much, "No, you're not the first dark elf that I've seen Locien. I find your kind more appealing to work with," he said slowly as he flicked his gaze to the woman. It wasn't that he disliked the lighter skinned cousins of the dark elves, he just didn't like their politics. He'd seen too much of that via his father and Queen Fae.

"I don't have any questions other than how my..." he glanced over his shoulder at Jennifer before continuing, "companion and I can assist you in your endevour to capture one of these mages. I'd very much like to learn as much about them as possible, just as you do. They destroyed Skyfall and Crystacia. They're obviously powerful in that fact. We need to find out who their leader is and start working towards catching him to stop this rebellion as quickly as possible before full out war engulfs the land."

City Kingsburrow

Kill as many as you like, Vier. The more bloodshed, the more power is given to our one and true God. Don't alert the guards or the city on what you're doing. There will be time for that later. Ro'ell is next to fall. When you bore of the city, move on, his deep voice reverberated in her mind as she wandered the streets of the city. Already she'd killed a dozen men and hidden their bodies in various places around the city. She was enjoying herself very much as she flicked her eyes around each and every person that walked passed her.

Vier had discarded her black cloak marking her as one of the True Dragons. No, in order to keep a low profile and not be spotted by the guards, she'd donned simple leather pants and a tight black jerkin that was unlaced at the top to show enough of her curves to keep most men occupied. That is, until she dragged them down to a dark alley and killed them in whatever fashion she saw fitting. Three belts curved their way around her waist, each one holding an array of weaponry. The larger belt held her sword at her side, the two smaller ones held daggers and throwing knives tucked away tightly against her body. Tall boots that clicked softly across the cobblestones came up to her knees and gloves covered her delicate fingers.

Brushing away long black hair that hung loose about her shoulders, her dark eyes settled on an inn that looked promising. She'd seen several men with weapons walk in there a few moments before. The True Dragon was looking for someone a little more... lively to kill than the last few she'd done in. Their pleas for their lives were music to her ears, however she wanted someone who was going to fight her for their life, not simply cower in front of her. Those kinds of screams were something to look forward to. Her lips parted and she smiled evilly as she sauntered up to the door and gently pushed it open to allow herself in.

Sweeping her gaze around the room, Vier spotted a man whom looked highly promising. She'd never seen someone like him before. He was much taller than any man she'd known, and his body was filled out very nicely. Taking a moment to gaze at him, she calculated how much of a fight he would bring her should she play her cards right. Reaching up to her leather jerkin, she curled one finger under the leather strings and pulled, allowing it to loosen a little more. She pulled her hair over one shoulder and moved gracefully through the room towards the man.

It was nearing noontime, and the bar would soon be filled with patrons looking for their afternoon meal before going back to whatever work they had to do. However, for the meantime, it was mostly empty as she walked through. Vier was only partially grateful for it's being empty. Making a scene in a tavern was one thing, but when there were many people around it could have been fun. It would have given her more reason to kill more than just one man.

Slowly, Vier walked up to the man seated at the table near the fireplace that was long since dead. With one hand on her hip, she rested her weight on one leg and smiled down at him, "Alone are we?" She asked slowly, letting her rich voice penetrate the air. The sultry tone unmistakable as she stood there. Leaning over, she reached out one hand and slid it from his chest up to his shoulder before positioning herself right over his lap whether he wanted her there or not. Her other hand reached behind her back and her fingers curled around the small throwing knife tucked away on the underside of her belt.

"Mind having a woman for some company?" She continued, layering her voice and lowering her eyes to look him up and down in a seductive fashion. All the while, her other hand worked the little knife free from it's holder and into her hand. Vier pulled herself up closer to him using every muscle in her own body to steady herself on him and keep his attention on her body rather than her hands.

She leaned forward then as the knife came free finally and she whispered to him, "How about entertaining me for a while, yes?" Her tone changed then and as it did her hand came forward under cover of her leaning body to strike him across his chest. She wasn't trying to kill him, not yet. Vier wanted to toy with him first, a terrible habit really. Playing with her food before eating it so to speak. She couldn't help it though, and her lips pulled into a bigger, wicked grin as she attacked him.

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Azmirian Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Rania Birviel

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Jennifer maintained a cheerful disposition as they worked their way through the introductions, apparently unaffected by clears signs of suffering around her. Locien turned out to be exactly the type of man she’d anticipated, a gaunt, no-nonsense stifler. She licked her lips at the prospect of torturing him, of peeling off his layers of confidence and laying it all to bear, though she doubted she’d find the opportunity. Instead she simply took to standing casually behind Talon like an idle hunter, her form fitting white blouse and black trousers decorated by a sharp smile which served only to attenuate the severity of the situation. "I've heard of your father, boy. Good man, good assassin. Seeker be with you, from one Clan of Assassins to another. I am Locien Kestal of the Kestal Clan and this, is Lieutenant Rania Birviel of the House of Birviel, you two have a lot in common, if you're the last of your line boy.”

Her eyes followed the gesture until they fell upon a Rania and the white dragon behind her. Like the rest of her elven kind, Rania held and air of nobility and elegance hard to find in other races, but even amongst the elves Jennifer had seen, Rania seemed like an exception. Despite the presence of her armour, Rania's silky smooth skin crowned under a visage of long, perfectly golden hair suggested a relatively sheltered way of life. "No, you're not the first dark elf that I've seen Locien. I find your kind more appealing to work with," Talon reciprocated his support after the introductions. Jennifer raised an eyebrow towards the assassin then, wondering if the young man had realised the potential insult laced at the end of his sentence.

"I don't have any questions other than how my..." Talon paused warily in reference to Jennifer, flashing her an anxious look from over his shoulder. The lithe mage seemed to simply grin in delight, likely imagining his discomfort from being forced to work with her. Talon continued shortly, his sense of duty no doubt compelling him to move forwards regardless of whatever obstacles lay in his path, "Companion and I can assist you in your endeavour to capture one of these mages. I'd very much like to learn as much about them as possible, just as you do. They destroyed Skyfall and Crystacia. They're obviously powerful in that fact. We need to find out who their leader is and start working towards catching him to stop this rebellion as quickly as possible before full out war engulfs the land."

Jennifer coughed at his naivety, her coy grin returning to taunt the assassin. Her arms fell to her sides as she shrugged in a manner resembling hopeless denial, “And I suppose everything will fall neatly into your lap after we capture them?” her smirk turned to address Talon specifically, as though calling him out on his bluff. She almost seemed like she was just taunting him for the sake of it. “And I guess the rest of the rebels will just drop and surrender afterwards too. Boy, it sure is a wonder how your armies ever lost with that attitude,” she frowned, sarcasm icing her tone.

The setting changes from City Crystacia to City Yeveen

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"Thank you very much Your Grace."I was telling on a calm tone while looking at him.It was very strange for him to invite so late at his home but still maybe it was something important.When my personal advisor told me i could not believe him in fact i didn't wanted to believe him."What are you serious?"I ask him again."Yes Damascus an rebellion.They have destroyed Skyfall and Crystacia.This city must keep it's neutrality of our city my advisor said to me.I was so nervous he was interesed only in Yeveen and not the others but i was interesed in that moment more about me then the others."Ragnarok when you became an idiot?They don't and shall not care about the neutrality of this city,i am leaving Yeveen right now."The man scaried get up from his chair then tryed to stop me by telling something that i never wanted to hear from me"Damascus don't leave.You are an assassin,and my source of money."The old man told me."Your source you old bastard?For decades we work together.You are giving me the informations about my targets and i eliminate them not you i kill them."How did he dared to call me source,source of money.But it was true.Althrough i was payed with an sum of money i always thinked that he received more money for the clients that we had.I look at him one more time before telling him"I am leaving Yeveen,i shall go to Crystacia.I can't let this city to fall,i already losted Zonia one centhury ago i don't want to lose my second home." As i was preparing to leave his house the fool tried again to stop by telling me"Damascus listen to me i am your advisor.If you leave now you shall have nothing,all of your money will dissapear,you will become an beggar."Ragnarok with his words annoyed me.I am taking out my crossbow then with one single arrow in his leg shooted,he starts to scream."You chicken.At least it was a normal arrow and not a fire one.Anyway i am leaving and from this moment you are not my advisor."I said to him then i leaved his house.This decision was something that would cost me very much things but i was ready to sacrifice all the money that i had,my home in Yeveen,only to protect this city.The city which gave me everything.But in the other cities the Zonian Hunter as it was my nickname,was looked for killing of all the ambassadors and diplomats who came in Yeveen,trying to get this city out from their neutrality.But as Ragnarok advised me i killed all of them.It was something risky to go in Crystacia,because there if i would have been catched there were some chances that i would end up executed or hanged for my crimes but it was an risk that i was going to assume it.And so i leaved Yeveen at midnight,maybe i was considered crazy for not leaving on daylight but i really wanted to reach Crystacia.It was a good point of starting and i was hoping that i could find talented peoples there.

The setting changes from City Yeveen to City Crystacia

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Azmirian Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Rania Birviel

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"Azzy, you weren't at the throne room when Locien came, he saved me. For that I see no reason not to trust him other then his race, which im starting to think is rather selfish of me. Besides, his Dragon also brought you back as well." Rania said to her dragon inside her mind whilst she listened to the comments of the human newcomers, the female human that accompanied Talon just made a few sarcastic remarks about how the rebels might fall to their knees after the capture of one of their own.

Rania seemed like making an angry yell of protest about the insult made on Crystacia's army when she heard Locien chuckle. "You don't think this is my first battle do you Miss?" he asked before twitching his pointed ears again. "I've been wandering, and fighting people wherever I go for almost thirty years. Fighting for the sake of innocent lives is my goal for this battle here. Oh yes I expect to get at least one of these idiots alive, but I don't expect the rest of them to fall to their knees like cattle, they'll fight until they die fighting." As he was talking his tone was calm and calculating. Rania almost felt some form of chill running down her spine from him talking about the meaning of battle and bloodshed.

"After they die though, their fates in the afterlife are not going to be pretty, and do you know what I'm going to do to the one I want alive after I'm done with him?" Locien asked in his own sarcastic voice. "I'm going to cut open his stomach and pull out his insides and make him watch as my dragon feasts on it. That is what I will do to recompense the horrible crime that has been committed here."

Locien pinched the bridge of his nose before breathing in sharply. "Sorry about that. My anger doesn't show up that easily." The sound of Zoron's landing on the ground stopped him from speaking any further. His dragon poked his claws in to reveal that he has held onto a struggling Black Mage. "Well well, You got a live one, thank you Zoron. Have the guards tie the fella up and brought to me in the Barracks Dungeon. Will you join me Lord V'lyn? Im sure you can help me with prying some answers out of this one."

"I want to come too!" Rania blurted out whilst trying to move but she decided against it as she stroked Azmirian's head.

"No stay here Lady Birviel, while Im busy you direct the troops to get rid of the other stragglers." With that reply Locien started walking towards the barracks dungeon, "I won't be gone long. Let me know when My pen and two pieces of paper show up!"

The setting changes from City Crystacia to Dragoon

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Azmirian Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Rania Birviel

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“And I suppose everything will fall neatly into your lap after we capture them? And I guess the rest of the rebels will just drop and surrender afterwards too. Boy, it sure is a wonder how your armies ever lost with that attitude,” Talon whirled around to glare at her. Did she have any manners at all? Before he could yell at her and properly scold her in her actions, he heard Locien's deep voice chuckle slightly as he replied to her calmly. Turning he looked back at the dark elf as he described how he was going to treat said prisoner once he'd gotten all the information he could from the man. To which, Talon raised an eyebrow and felt a sick twist in his stomach.

It was probably because his guild was the only guild (and the largest) to train their men to be merciful when killing. There was no torture involved, there was no love for killing taught to them as they each went through their training. Even for those that sought revenge were trained to kill in a single strike. Dragging out the death was looked down upon, at least in his guild. Though, Talon knew of many other guilds that reveled in the pain of others and their killing was much more merciless than any others. He was starting to think that his way of thinking was going to change before the end of everything. It was slightly terrifying to think that, but he had a dreadful feeling that it was going to happen no matter what.

Then a large dragon peeked his claw into the barracks to show a writhing mage in his grip. Locien's voice was highly pleased as he ordered his dragon to take the rebel to the guards and have them tie him up and taken to the dungeons.

Will you join me Lord V'lyn? Im sure you can help me with prying some answers out of this one," the dark elf said as he turned to Talon.

"Yes, I will accompany you," he glanced back at Jennifer not entirely sure he wanted her to come with as well, but knew that she probably would anyway. Her smile and mirth not lost to him in any way. He had a feeling that she truly enjoyed others pain and it made his chest tighten at the thought. Was she really a good ally to have around, he wondered? Was she even an ally? The thoughts plagued him as he turned and followed Locien to the dungeons.

Once down in the darkness, Talon laid eyes on the mage who was tied and seated on a stool in the center of the dark cell. The mage's hood was up over his face as he sat there, unmoving. The assassin glanced to the two guards in the room before returning his attention the man in black. Once they entered the cell, the mage shifted, his hooded face moving up as if to look at Talon.

"So, V'lyn's son still lives eh?"

Talon frowned, "What of it?"

The man chuckled softly and didn't answer. Lifting an eyebrow in irritation, Talon crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back as he stared at the cloaked rebel before speaking, "Who sent you to Crystacia?"

"Ever consider why it was so easy to capture one of the True Dragons?"

His jaw tightened as he glared at the man sitting before him. Taking a step forward he uncrossed his arms as he tried again, "Who sent you? What is the point of destroying a neutral city?"

"Didn't it cross your mind that perhaps I allowed you to capture me?"

Losing his temper, he withdrew his dagger and took hold of the man's shoulder, bringing the knife right up to his throat and leaning down to growl in his ear, "Start talking or I'll start cutting."

Talon! Be careful! Vy warned suddenly.

The mage leaned forward, pressing his throat against the sharp knife and drawing a thin line of crimson, "You know the saying that mages need their hands to cast spells?"

Talon frown and pushed the man back in an attempt to get him off his blade. The True Dragon lifted his head then, letting the burning torches light the bottom half of his face and the assassin could just barely make out the glint of the man's eyes as he looked right up at Talon. A smile pulled back the rebels lips as he pushed against Talon's hold.

"It's false."

His blue-grey eyes widened slightly as he realized what the man was talking about but he was too late to realize it. The room electrified with the feel of magic and the guards standing behind the mage were tossed backwards into the stone walls. Their heavy armor going against them as they collided with the stone and crumpled to the ground. The mage never broke eye contact from Talon even as he fell to the floor clutching his chest as whatever magic pounded through him causing a fiery explosion to immobilize him completely on the floor.

The power pulsed and threw anyone else close enough to it aside as the mage stood up. Fire burned the ropes holding him and he dropped down next to Talon, rolling him onto his back to grin down at the assassin.

"The True Dragons' have but one purpose. Raise the one and true God, rewrite this land from the ground up and bring about a new beginning. Domieen will lead us to that bright and glorious future. And that, little assassin," the mage tapped Talons chest sending a blinding wave of pain through him, "is all you need to know."

Then the True Dragon stood and in a swirl of black magic, disappeared from the dungeon cell entirely, his magic leaving as well. Talon fell straight then as he'd been arched forward from the man's assault, and coughed as air slowly refilled his lungs. He kept his eyes shut as he heaved air in and out of his chest, one hand still clenched tightly over his heart as he could still feel the pain, the other resting at his side.

"Damn... mages," he sputtered, "Why... does it have... to be mages?"

Are you alright? Vy asked, his voice short just like his companions.

Yes, and you?

I shall live, my little assassin. My body is much bigger than yours, the pain is not much to handle for me.

Well, we got one piece of information. Domieen is the man leading them.

Wrong. We have two pieces of valuable information. I think your father's key is going to come in handy now.

Talon arched an eyebrow as he took a deep, steadying breath and reached into his clothes to pull out the gold key. He gazed at it as he lay there, unsure of what it went to. After a moment he cast his gaze to the others.

"If you both are alright, then we need to head back to Skyfall. My father left something there for me to see. We'll be needing this," he held the key up for them both to see for a moment before letting his hand fall back to his chest. "Damnit," he muttered with a groan. He seriously hated mages.

The setting changes from Dragoon to City Crystacia

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Azmirian Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Rania Birviel

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Locien felt the shock of the would be interrogator's attack as he momentarily hit his head on a wall and was stunned for several minutes. Locien was about to get up when his mind flashed back to how feeble and powerless he was thirty years ago. "That one day, before my eighteenth. I failed to protect her in her time of need when he betrayed the entire alliance." he thought to himself.

"What happened to Vera was not your fault Locien." He heard an all too familiar voice in his head. "That's why I sent you that vision of her a few hours ago, to remember that it wasn't your fault that-."

"That the bloody traitor sent her to the spirit realm with a sword in her heart?!" Locien retorted angrily at his deity. He started to not like where the conversation was going for him. "You keep punishing me with her visiting me night after night when I don't do your instructions correctly! It's lucky enough Lord Ildhrenion has a son who WILL succeed him in the seat of the Alliance. But for some reason, my father's contract STILL stands. Answer me why that is Seeker!"

"Locien, how can I answer you, when you already do know the answer? She forgives you Locien. But the question is...how far will you keep running from your own forgiveness?"

Locien was about to answer that when his dragon butted in the conversation to check up on him. "Zoron, next time you catch one of those dudes, burn his ass off first." he told his emerald dragon. He then turned to Talon when he started talking. "Skyfall eh? Well you need to recuperate, again before you make any plans to go back to that bloody place, cause I still need to make sure that Crystacia can stand on it's own before I go on another journey." He said with some wincing as he rubbed his head. "These magi don't mess around, I'm sure Miss Warlock here won't fare any better against em."

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Rania sighed as she contemplated on who would probably take the throne in Queen Fae's place now that she was gone. The question burned in her mind as she stroked Azmirian's head more. She sighed knowing it was probably too much for her to worry about for now. It'll come when it'll come.

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Jennifer’s body leaned towards Talon as he whirled around to reprimand her, that signature grin of mockery plastered over her face as always. Locien’s dark rumble of a chuckle gave her pause as it interrupted them then, causing her eyes to flicker up towards the elf. "You don't think this is my first battle do you Miss?” Locien asked, a condescending tone creeping into his words. Jennifer rolled her eyes at him, her sharp, cruel smile turning fully to address the dark elf now. She’d heard this expression so many times that his words were almost a muffled buzz to her ears as he spoke them. ”I've been wandering, and fighting people wherever I go for almost thirty years. Fighting for the sake of innocent lives is my goal for this battle here. Oh yes I expect to get at least one of these idiots alive, but I don't expect the rest of them to fall to their knees like cattle, they'll fight until they die fighting. After they die though, their fates in the afterlife are not going to be pretty, and do you know what I'm going to do to the one I want alive after I'm done with him?" Locien posed his last question rhetorically, “I'm going to cut open his stomach and pull out his insides and make him watch as my dragon feasts on it. That is what I will do to recompense the horrible crime that has been committed here.”

Jennifer’s only reply was to snort contemptuously in the face of the dark elf, as if daring him to make good on his threat. She seemed jaded even, her eyes briefly wandering into the depths of the barracks before falling back to Locien and regarding him with ill-mannered boredom. That naivety was exactly why she loathed people like Locien, to her there were far more interesting ways to torture someone. Though naive also, Talon was a different. He wouldn’t prolong the pain so long as he could help it, but that noble ideal was exactly why she could take pleasure in testing him. She caught the assassin's anxious look back at her as he responded to Locien, a look which cracked a grin over her cheeks, "Yes, I will accompany you," Talon confirmed.

She leapt up nonchalantly, taking slow casual strides behind the assassin until they were led into the torture room. Like a typical interrogation, seated in the middle of the empty stretch of space like a main attraction was their apparent prisoner, a hooded mage. Jennifer found her way to the back of the room and supported her spine up against the thick masonry. Of course her main reason for joining them wasn’t to gain information, it wasn’t even to torture the mage as much as that would’ve amused her. Jennifer was simply there to observe Talon’s behaviour. She watched him carefully as the young man stepped towards the mage, her excitement growing the moment the hooded man initiated conversation. The crowning point arrived as Talon’s fist took hold of the man’s shoulders, a knife suddenly appearing in his hands as Talon held the tip of the blade precariously against man’s neck. Vaguely reminded of the time he’d lunged at her, her own fingers worked their way over the lines of her throat before rubbing the skin of her neck.

She blacked out abruptly and only came to when she felt the cold, damp sensation of the floor all across her body. Her slender frame trembled from the aftershock of the mage’s fire blast but she was otherwise unharmed as she stood up with a shake of her head.

"If you both are alright, then we need to head back to Skyfall. My father left something there for me to see. We'll be needing this,"

Talon’s voice diverted her attention to the sparkling key he held in his hands before he visibly cursed. Her eyes narrowed as she barely suppressed her own groan at the prospect of flying, turning the harsh sigh into a meagre whimper.

"These magi don't mess around, I'm sure Miss Warlock here won't fare any better against em," Locien added.

“That’s rather perceptive of you Locien, I don’t recall having done anything in front of you which could be warranted as warlock activity, how do you know I can even use magic?” she said, smirking coyly towards him. She strode over to Talon then and innocently wrapped her arms around him, her own hands falling gently over the arm clutching his chest as she latched her curvaceous body onto his, “And that’s why I have Talon here to protect me. My own dark knight, surely I can trust such a gracious person to prevent harm from befalling me,” she winked up at him, eyes sparkling with mischief.

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Cautiously, predefended against potential nausea, Azmirian ventured one eye open, and then the other. Besides everything being a bit blurry, he could see much better now. Rania's hand rasped over his smooth scales. It felt so nice. Azzie would have stayed there forever if he had the choice, but he had a job to do. Love, you stay here and rest. No point in getting yourself hurt. I'll find survivors. He turned a golden eye to his companion and smiled, twinkle returned to its residency in that deep, wise orb.

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“That’s rather perceptive of you Locien, I don’t recall having done anything in front of you which could be warranted as warlock activity, how do you know I can even use magic? And that’s why I have Talon here to protect me. My own dark knight, surely I can trust such gracious person to prevent harm from befalling me,” her words didn't affect him as much as her proximity. Obviously the woman knew how to use her body to her advantage and she did as such just then. Locking onto him, she curled her body against his, forming closely to him and closing any gaps between them.

His heart jumped into a race, his face burned painfully and all he could manage was a stuttering soft sound as she pressed against him. His eyes were wide as he looked down at her in utter shock. Talon didn't know what to do, his stomach twisted into knots that were sure to never come undone even if she were to let him go. Never had a woman come so close to him before, let alone latch onto him. Oddly enough, her form fit against his almost perfectly, a little too perfectly. The hand clenched over his chest tightened as she slid her hands over his. Every muscle tightened in his body unable to comprehend exactly what had just happened.

"I-You- Dark knight?" he managed after a moment, raising an eyebrow at her in confusion. Did she really just refer to him in that way? "Of course I'll protect you," he stuttered without thinking, "Wait.. why are you so close," he continued unable to control himself. In a final attempt to regain his dignity, he managed to push her off him, losing her warmth in the process. Damn woman, he thought to himself. Slowly he got to his feet and brushed off the dirt that had accumulated across his body.

"You're too damned smart for your own good," he muttered to no one in general but he was talking about Jennifer. Only after he got up off the floor did Locien's earlier words ring any understanding to him.

"Skyfall eh? Well you need to recuperate, again before you make any plans to go back to that bloody place, cause I still need to make sure that Crystacia can stand on it's own before I go on another journey."

Turning to the dark elf after giving Jennifer a sour glare, he told the man, "I'm fine. I'm not incapacitated and I can still fight. I-" he glanced to the girl before giving a soft sigh and rolling his eyes, still fighting the burning blush across his cheeks, "We, can help you secure the city."

Perhaps she can teach you how to better handle yourself in the face of another mage, Vy offered.

You're not helping in the least. The only thing she knows how to do is anger and frustrate me.

Add onto that list 'disorient and embarrass'.

Talon ignored that last part as he put the key back into his clothes and crossed his arms over his chest. The lingering feel of her body crushed against his sent chills down his spine as well as leaving his skin tingling. There was a small part of him that would have enjoyed feeling her against him again, but that was quickly shut out by thoughts of her unnerving attitude.

"Tell us where to start," Talon said quickly, trying to keep his mind focused.

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"I can't believe what i did.I am walking alone midnight to Crystacia."I said in my mind while carefuly walking.My crossbow was ready in case that i would have been ambushed by an robber.Then i hear a scream at an unknowed distance,it was usual into an forest during midnight to be ambushed but i wondered who was ambushed and if that person was still alive.Following the location of the scream i reach in that place after a few minutes.At the first because of the darkness i couldn't see very good but i heared a small children crying.When i approached him i was that his mother was killed.She had an sword in her chest and i realized that this boy was her children but why did she walked in the forest during midnight without no one to protect her."Mother wake up,wake up!:The children was telling to her,while having tears in his eyes.The poor didn't knowed that his mother would never get up from the ground.Maybe i was an assassin but i wasn't going to let an children into a forest."Boy come she is dead.""But my mother."The little boy told me."I am going to Crystacia and you shall come with me.And you shall come with me.Understood?"Then i tried to calm him and after that i offered him some food and water.Later as i tried to speak with him i found out from him that he and his mother where going to Crystacia just like me,where their father an captain of that city was waiting for me,and that they were from Yeveen althrough the boy recognized me after a few minutes.Everyone from Yeveen knowed me since i was rewarded personaly by the ruler of that city for the missions that i have done in order to keep the city's neutrality.But in the others cities i was wanted and catalogued as an dangerous criminal.As we travelled i realized that if this children shall go with me to Crystacia the guards shall believe that i kidnaped and killed his mother.But again i had luck as i meet merchants going to Crystacia.After i told them the story about how i found this children and after i told the boy"Tell to this mens who is your father so that they shall take you to him.And goodbye."Maybe it wasn't good that i did this thing but i could not enter in that city with an little boy.Hours passed and the sun appeared on the sky.And i reached Crystacia after long hours that really tired me.I had to enter the city without to be spotted and the ocasion was there.After i bribed an human with some gold he allowed me to hide in his cart.There was impossbile for the guards to see me and with this metod i succesfuly entered the city.I thanked to that man then i started walking not knowing where should i go.But that man fearing that i shall kill him told about me to the soldiers and so i found myself surrounded by dozen of soldiers prepared to attack me.At the same time peoples gathered and i was sure that other peoples maybe even assassins could gather as the soldiers shouted"The Hunter is here,the Zonian Hunter is here!"

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Jennifer could feel Talon’s every muscle tightening as her body rubbed up against his, absorbing the warmth from his own well constructed frame. His stuttering turned her gaze into his wide eyes of surprise, causing a ripple of chuckles to simmer inside of her, prickling her throat with the threat of laughter. The cruelty of his discomfort was lost on her, no notions, not even a single shred of sympathy or remorse even bounced against the surface of her unfathomable sea of twisted thoughts. She marvelled inwardly as the simplicity of it all, her fingers drawing invisible circles against the back of his hands as though she were manipulating everything, from his actions to the words which followed, it was all so easy it almost made her want to cry. She pressed in closer, her smile wide and eyes evocative like a predator until she forced him to speak, his first question vocalised in a series of comically broken stammers, "I-You- Dark knight? Of course I'll protect you, Talon returned, confusion and embarrassment swelling between his features as the audacity of his position struggled to reach his senses. As the assassin raised an eyebrow in his bewilderment, Jennifer couldn’t help but notice the exposed scar across his left eye being pulled clean across his leathery features with the simple motion.

“Wait.. why are you so close?" he managed eventually, his composure returning from the dead. She felt his arms shifting into an irresistible force as he started to push her away from him in an attempt to reinforce his position. Doing nothing to oppose him, she allowed herself to step away cleanly without the need of his strength, grinning brightly as she circled his dark figure like an obedient pet. Talon stood himself straight before dusting away the dirt on his clothes, "You're too damned smart for your own good."

“Thank you, it’s about time you appreciated that,” she cackled harshly, finally relieving some of her built up laughter. His only response was to glare at her bitterly, his dark eyes offering the hooded expression a sinister aura of its own before he turned to address Locien once more. "I'm fine. I'm not incapacitated and I can still fight. I-We, can help you secure the city. Tell us where to start.”

Jennifer sighed gloomily. On one hand they wouldn’t be flying anytime soon, a positive in her mind. On the other hand it seemed inevitable that she was going to be pulled into helping Talon assist the elves. Her lips curled into a pout then as she shifted her gaze back to Talon, “I think you’re forgetting our agreement honey. I can help you with your magic and fighting, but a pointless goose chase and this city’s security isn’t my concern.”

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This problem.I had an solution to let them capture me or to kill and then to hide.I choosed to kill them.As my arrors flyed toward their targets inspiring fear into their hearts.After killing a dozen of them i managed to run and escaped a posibile execution.Another strange thing that i heard from the soldiers where the rebels.They thinked that i was sent by the rebels so the posibility of an execution if i would have been catched were bigger.With the help of my experience as an assassin i managed to get an black robe and capeI used the robe and the cape in order to avoid easier the soldiers,then as i entered an tavern i managed to find someone who knowed an secret path to the palace althrough it costed me very much gold.An elf showed me an place into the market square.At first the horrible smell came to me imediately.I asked him"What is with this path?"He answered me"This path is used for the healers, it can bring you into the palace faster then any other way.But it is rarely used so as you can see the rats have made this underground path their new home."After i heard his explanation i told to myself"Maybe someone from his family worked as an healer.But still i told to myself that after i shall reach to the palace this guy shall be dead.After a few minutes we reached in front of a stone wall.After he pressed a few bricks the door opened.Then he told me"Now you are alone."As the elf was leaving i told to him"I know and goodbye."I told him then i shooted an arrow in his head killing him. Then i started exploring the palace and also avoiding the guardians who were patrolling.A strangely thing that i observed was that the number of the guards who were patrolling was strangely high i started to ask myself if something happed and if that thing had an connection with the so called rebels.

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Locien rolled his eyes as Jennifer innocently wrapped her arms around Talon, making him blush beyond a degree of belief. Then his mouth turned into a conflicted and pained frown as he softly said to himself, "Vera." before he cleared his throat and regained his composure. "Don't worry about where to start Talon. Just tell your dragon to search the city walls for any surviving Magi and burn them. I'll direct my dragon to do the same."

Locien sighed with a small twinge of sorrow laced into it as he walked back to the same room he left Rania Birviel in as he was hearing her talking to her white dragon. He paused for a moment to listen to her. "Alright Azy. Just don't let me catch you with something poking out of you or no extra salt pork in your feed okay?" Rania told her dragon before laying her head back on the bed she was set on.

Locien saw a guard with a pen and two papers approaching him as he started to walk toward her as he took the items and started writing on one immediately when he reached the desk like area where he used the mirror last time. He wrote first to Lord Ildhrenion of the Tok Nowe alliance, telling him of the attack and his involvement. This he finished without delay, before moving onto the second letter, whom he addressed to the head of the Kestal Clan.

"Whose the second letter for Locien?" Rania asked with curiosity in her voice. Locien looked at her with a regretful smile as he wrote down how much he needed his father's wisdom on what the cult is after and about the name True Dragons.

"The head of the Kestal Clan, Lord Maelthra, My father. one of the founding Members of the Tok'Nowe alliance. I need his wisdom on this cult of magi business." Locien stated as he finished the letter as he finished writing with the final words saying, Your Son, Locien. PS, If you have any Icefire Ale, bring some with the relief effort, I miss the taste."

Locien then whistled out to the window as a brown hawk landed on the windowsill. He tied the letters onto it and whispered instructions before allowing it to take flight.

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“I think you’re forgetting our agreement honey. I can help you with your magic and fighting, but a pointless goose chase and this city’s security isn’t my concern,” Jennifer stated simply to which Talon rolled his eyes and ground his teeth.

"Then stay here," he growled in response. He was still trying to get the feeling of her body off his mind and skin. The tingling sensation was making him crazy and he couldn't think properly.

"Don't worry about where to start Talon. Just tell your dragon to search the city walls for any surviving Magi and burn them. I'll direct my dragon to do the same," Locien pulled his thoughts forward, giving him something to think on. Silently the assassin thanked the dark elf for the distraction.

Vy, scout out any lingering mages. Kill them.

With pleasure, Vy's voice rumbled through him, the sound sending chills down his spine. The dragon was slightly frightening at times, more so than Talon. He felt the great beast take off into the sky, and the after shock of his large body soon reached the underground cells. He followed Locien up out of the dungeons and made his way from the barracks to the city. He wasn't paying attention to see if Jennifer was following him or not, all he wanted was something to do to keep his mind off her very annoying habits.

Down the street he went, using the shadows to his advantage. Riena's power guiding him as the darkness literally curled around his form. Anyone watching would have sworn that the shadows were an extension of his being the way they tightened around his body and almost seemed to pull him in. He didn't see anyone in the streets, most were either locked up in their homes or long since gone. He did, however, see plenty of bodies littering the ground and fires that hadn't been put out yet. Talon's gaze swept the area in front of him, taking in everything. His footfalls were silent against the cobblestones as he moved, so when he came upon two black cloaked mages, he stopped and they never heard him.

Slowly he pulled from his clothes a knife in each hand. In a single flick of his wrists, he sent the blades flying at them. Each one hit their mark, felling both mages before they knew what hit them. Walking up to the dead men, he removed each knife from the base of their necks where he'd hit them. Tucking away the weapons, Talon moved on. If he could keep this up, sneaking up on his targets without them noticing him, he would be just fine against a mage. However, if he stumbled upon one that was much more alert, things could get... complicated.

Talon had such luck, though, and after killing three more of the black rebels, he finally found one who was much more versed in their surroundings than the others. Their back was turned to the assassin as he came around the corner of an alley having killed his last True Dragon. Pulling his arm back slightly, the flick of his hand sent the knife handle over tip to the black cloaked mage. Just before the blade could bury itself in the base of their neck like all the others, the weapon stopped, hovering in the air for a few seconds before falling. Talon cursed softly to himself and quickly stepped backwards into the alleyway where the shadows surrounded him.

The woman turned around and pulled the hood off her face to look around her. Then her lips pulled into a smile as her unnaturally dark eyes landed right on him. Raising her hand, she curled her fingers and Talon felt as if fingers had curled all around his body. Yanked forward he was helpless to stop himself from falling to the ground at her feet. Kneeling down, she took a handful of his hair and lifted his head to look at him.

"That was a nice trick, assassin, but it doesn't work on all of us," she cooed at him.

Reaching up, he gripped her hand tightly and freed himself from her hold. Quickly getting to his feet, he drew his sword and readied himself for a long fight against her. Her hands reached up, one crossing over her chest and the other resting on her lips as she gazed at him. Her smile reminded him of Jennifer's in a way, the cruel look in her eyes and the obvious enjoyment she had at his frustration. His lips pulled further into a frown as his eyes narrowed. With a laugh, the woman disappeared, startling him. A sharp sting across his shoulder blade told him she was behind him. Whirling around he brought his sword at her, knocking away the blade that she had in her hands. All the while her smile never faded.

The True Dragon backed away from him, twisting the blade in her fingers that he'd managed to push away from him. Then she disappeared again and Talon whirled around immediately. This time his sword caught her dagger, steel scrapping across steel to fill the air with the screaming sound. He pushed at her, sending her stumbling backwards. It did nothing to stall her for she disappeared again and as he twirled around, he felt the sting of the blade across the middle of his back this time. Cursing once again, he turned and slashed at her. The anger which drove his blade managed to catch her across her face as she just barely had time to reel backwards. The smile turned into a sneer as she reached up and touched her face with a gloved hand.

Then she smiled again, her eyes glittering with glee, "I do enjoy that look. How does it feel to fight against one who is so," she disappeared and reappeared before him, "unpredictable?"

Instead of the sharp stab of steel as his blade looked for something to deflect, she grabbed his weapon full on and sent a wave of magic up through the steel, numbing his arm. Talon reeled backwards, clutching his arm tightly and leaving his sword with her.

"I'm getting used to it," he ground back in irritation.

"How interesting," she replied as she looked his weapon over. After a moment, she flicked her black eyes at him then simply dropped his sword, "Well then, enjoy what little life you have left," the rebel replied and disappeared. Talon whirled around to look for her, expecting her to come at him from some angle, but she never did. With a sigh he went and retrieved his weapon.

Do try to be careful, Talon.

Yeah, I'll keep that in mind, he replied with a slight roll of his eyes. Sheathing the weapon, he went back to searching. It shouldn't be too much longer to secure the city. With both dragons out dispatching what was left, Talon was sure they could leave for Skyfall soon enough.

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"I was in the palace not knowing what to do.It was like a little game where i the rat infiltrated the heart of the enemy."As i was walking in the palace my scope was to find the throne room.Something that wasn't since since the gaurd were always patrolling at an exact time in very large numbers.In case that someone would spot me i had an idea.It was an idea which could put my life in danger but if the guards would discover that i had to infiltrate the palace then the plan was simply.Shoot with huge fire arrows in everything from the palace that burns easily.So i would sett an fire inside the palace.Something like this would kill many peoples but it was the only solution i got in mind in order to escape as quick as possible if i would have been discovered.

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"So Locien, aren't you going to tell me why you left your clan?" Rania asked Locien curiously. "I mean, if you loved your family that much what made you leave?" Locien turned to her with a small concentrating frown.

"I was sent away to search for my own destiny. That doesn't mean I was banished, I just wanted to get away from the family profession." Locien answered slowly. "Also because it was my fate." In saying the word fate he pulled out his amulet slowly and looked at the signet rune of the Seeker before showing it to Rania. "See this Amulet? It's more then a family heirloom. There's only one of this amulet in the history of the clan, because the First Kestal that wore it was called the Pride of the Seeker. He was an assassin that only answered to the Seeker. That title passes on through each generation if the seeker wanted a constant one." Locien added with a sigh. "But for almost 400 years, there had been no Pride of The Seeker."

"Until you were born?" Rania asked in an almost horrified tone. "Are you the Seeker's Pride?"

"Also known as the Seeker's errand boy or simply in the ancient Elvahn tongue, Casshern." Locien stated in a flat tone. "But Im not an assassin anymore. Im just simply a wandering swordsman, looking for his true purpose in life."

"You have my sympathy then Locien." Rania stated.

"Locien it looked like that Talon had a bit of trouble with one of the Cultists before they vanished. Also I think your being watched." Zoron stated whilst flying and breathing fire on the True Dragons around him.

"Thanks, for the warning." Locien thought.

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Meanwhile outside of the City of Crystacia on a tall tree that overlooked the city, a dark elf dressed in red stealth clothing was looking into a spyglass on her crossbow, scoping out the magnitude of the damage in the city before looking at one of the balconies of the Barracks. She eyed a tall male Dark Elf as she noticed him showing a necklace of some form with a familiar symbol. Her lips turned into a seemingly obsessed smile. "Found you." She said softly to herself.

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Azmirian's sight had finally cleared fully. His ears twitched once as he looked lovingly at his companion before lifting his majestic head from her lap and striding to the center of the room. I shall return presently. With a groan, he stretched his huge, gleaming wings and shoved off, eyes and horns gleaming gold.

Once in the air, Az turned his eyes downward to scour the ground for survivors or those in trouble. Black dragons flew about, but there was a sharp decline in their numbers since last he had seen. Nothing caught his eye. At least, nothing until he saw a deep green dragon torching a black invader. Azmirian watched in horror as they battled, but the green came out the victor. Violence was never condonable in Azzie's eyes. He twisted to face the other way and dropped in altitude to better see in the streets and so the elves may better see him and call for help.

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"Then stay here," Talon snapped, a low growl which tingled her spine with fear and excitement, causing her hands to cross over and rub across her biceps.

Jennifer’s conceited smirk tugged apart her lips, scarring her appealing face with the crude expression, “Tootles then my little knight. Have fun with the rebels and try not to miss me while I’m gone.” Her shrill laughter mocked him as it echoed down the corridors after her before Jennifer’s lithe figure vanished completely from view.




Jennifer’s back sat snugly against the concave support of the wooden seat, the back two legs of the chair barely creaking under the pressure of her weight as though she was as light as a feather. Passing the time by eating at one of the few remaining food stands she’d found in the barracks, Jennifer leaned back at an alarmingly precarious angle, taking in the scenery around her. She was alone, exposed, even as she sat under the ruined sky, the collar of her blouse suggestively pulled open to reveal her skin. The aftermath of a war could be described as frightening by some. The usual tranquillity broken ceaselessly by the distant wails of the injured and dieing, their cries sharp pitches issued like instruments of constant pain and agony. Ominous black smoke still rose from buildings all around them, staining the otherwise perfect blue sky. Reminded briefly of Skyfall, Jennifer closed her eyes, taking in the beautiful symphony to her ears and smiling.

“What else will you show me rebels, I’m eager to find out,” she whispered before opening her eyes to the city again.

Jennifer's sights were immediately assaulted by short dark hair and an angular, sharp looking face she was all too familiar with. Jennifer’s body became frozen like a statue, a thrilling sensation of dread sinking into her heart all too tightly and forcing her hand to clutch at her chest. Her smile only broadened as she shifted her eyes up casually to address the man, her dark gaze locking onto his.

“You’re as arrogant as ever brother. Appearing before me in such a fashion, you must be confident you can take me in this time,” Jennifer taunted, still leaning against the back of her chair, “Unfortunately for you, I have important business to attend to,” she frowned, faking her disappointment with a robotic shrug.

“Don’t play dumb with me you stupid whore,” the man retorted, his hand lashing out in a blur and took her collar in an iron grip. Pulled from her seat, her wooden chair cluttered against the floor as Jennifer was lifted several feet off the ground, her legs dangling mid-air. “Your crimes and failures will be repaid in full Jennifer. You can’t outrun us all, and you certainly cannot outrun my justice.”

Jennifer’s laughter, full and issued directly in the man’s face was unnervingly cheerful. Her body jerked under the motion of each hissing fit as she wiped a tear from her eye, “You’re much too serious about this little brother. Where’s your sense of humour? It’s been so long since we last talked to each other, smile a little!” Jennifer returned. She spread her arms out in an open gesture to the chaotic state of affairs around them, “Look at this place, isn’t it ironic? The rest of the world falls to ruins and here you come, all the way from Ro’ell, just for little ol’ me. Doesn’t that sound a little bit silly even to you?”

The man was silent as he continued to simply gaze at her, seemingly immune to her taunts. As his thin lips finally opened to speak, each word was uttered like a simple statement, as though his voice spoke with the authority of the world, “Saviour the time you have remaining sister, we come for you now.”

Her brother's illusion vanished abruptly, leaving Jennifer in exactly the same position she’d sat in previously in front of the food stand. She blinked her eyes like she’d woken from a dream before raising a palm over her face, hiding the malicious grin which forced its way to the surface. “How unfortunate indeed.”

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Talon V'lyn

As predicted it didn't take long to get the city in order and he was sure that Locien had plans for helping the citizens. So he made his way back to the barracks, working his way through the city as the sun was passing it's midday point. He glanced up to the sky and calculated that if things went as planned, they would be back in Skyfall by dusk. Talon returned his attention to the street ahead of him and as he looked down the street suddenly curled in on itself and he felt a wave of nausea hit him. Stumbling slightly, he reached out his hand and braced himself against the wall next to him.

With a soft groan he shut his eyes tightly and pressed his hand against his forehead. After a moment, he opened his grey-blue eyes again and looked up slowly. Nothing spun, and he felt steady once more. Unsure of what had happened in that instance, Talon took another few minutes before starting back on his trek to the barracks.

What's the matter, Talon?

Nothing. I think I'm just tired, haven't slept for two days now.

Perhaps it is better to spend the night here than chance Skyfall.

No, we need to go back.

Talon, Vy's voice was thick with exasperation.

Another night isn't going to kill me, Talon replied in irritation.

No but if you were to be caught in a fight with another of these 'True Dragons' they would surely kill you.

Talon ground his teeth, but he knew that his dragon had a point. With a roll of his eyes, he finally consented to Vy's suggestion. The silver creatures relief at his agreement was clearly felt through their connection. Slowly, the assassin made his way back to the barracks as the sun was growing lower and lower in the sky. The heat of the day began to fade as well, and Talon welcomed the chill. His body felt overly hot and by the time he entered the area where he'd left Locien and Jennifer, he was sweating profusely.

I've found something pecular, my little assassin, Vy perked up.

Talon didn't even find the strength to be bothered by his dragons pet name for him, What is it?

It seems there's been an uninvited visitor to the palace and he's causing quite the stir.

Bring him, have Locien deal with him, Talon said wearily.

Without saying a word to the dark elf, he sought out an empty bed and let his body fall limply into it. In a matter of minutes he was unconscious in the throws of sleep. His dreams were filled with fire and ice. No matter what he did, he was either freezing or burning up. In the distance he could barely hear Vy's voice trying to call him back from his sleeping state, but he couldn't heed the orders, only slipping further into his fitful sleep.

The setting changes from City Crystacia to Dragoon

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"I can wait.Maybe i should set an fire.Yes a great fire that could destroy this palace."I told to myself as i was eager to do something.Something that would kill the ones inside the palace and shock the others.Something so great but not knowing where to start a fire so that would die many mens i continued to walk in the palace.As i was walking in the palace like my own house i heard two guards approaching.


"Very interesing conversation but momentaly i want so much to kill something.You two are next"
I said this thing in my mind while carefuly sneaking at their back i managed to shoot with an great aim two arrows in their heads killing them.I looked at the unfortunate guards and then i scream"All of you must die!"
Maybe the crossbow made me again to kill as it did back then when i acquired it.


I wanted so much to set an fire.I was thirst after such an eveniment so after not being able to abtain i opened the first door that i saw.Inside it it was an young man who sleeped."Let us see if you shall escape from an possible death."I told to myself then i shooted one fire arrow into a random location of the room.Slowly but surely the fire was spreading in the room.Them i exited the room that could become the grave of that young and stayed near an wall at a few meters away from the room.I wanted to see if he would escape or not and i didn't had any intention of killing.I was just curios and wanted to see with my one eyes if he could escape the fire.

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Locien grabbed for the nearest bucket of water the moment the familiar scent of smoke came to his nostrils and ran to the area Talon was at and tossed water onto the flames nearest to him before running and grabbing another bucket and throwing it on the fire again. "Talon! Get up you! Someone decided to smoke us out!"

"There's an uninvited Elf here Locien. you should hunt for him." Zoron's voice penetrated his Master's mind like a steel trap. Locien winced as he threw another bucket onto the fire making sure it was small enough for him to stamp out with one of his boots.

"What if the person is after me huh?! 'Pride of the Seeker' ring any bells?!" Locien retorted as he drew his sword. "Whoever wanted to do that nearly endangered all these injured people here." Locien said to himself, "That means they have no care on who gets hurt and who doesn't. Scum like that reminds me of that slime. That slime...."

"Locien, I know who you're thinking about but don't make your blood boil, you'll end up tapping into the amulet's secrets again. That's dangerous!" Zoron warned. "Speaking of who you're talking about Locien, if we ever see Soran again can I eat the rest of him?"

By the time Zoron mentioned the name 'Soran', however, Locien's eyes narrowed visibly as a scowl crossed his face. He tapped the ground in a pattern with his sword as several soldiers run in and were asking all sorts of questions about the smoke they smelled. "We have a pyromaniac loose. Don't know if we'll catch him, but I bet he knows something about the Black Magi that attacked the city. I'd like to just talk to him or maybe even pool our assets and solve this rebel business together." Locien stated, his scowl turning into a very ticked off frown. "If not, We let him leave, but if he sets another fire as he leaves I expect to see him in the dungeon." The Guards nodded as they started to leave the room. "In chains, preferably." Locien added right before they closed the door.

Locien sighed as he looked once more to the skies. "Soran, if you are still alive, may your bones wither." He muttered to himself angrily as he shoved his sword back in it's sheath and examined his boot. "Burnt, and such an expensive leather too."

Rania was watching Locien throughout the time and thought about what he said. "One, whose Sorran, and he cares THAT much about his boots? What a sissy of a Dark Elf."

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While looking at the elf i told him"Your friend was really lucky."I said to the elf.
That fire it was something so great i surely got their attention and now i should be able to speak with them.Yeveen was extremely important and i didn't want to find out that the city was attacked while i leaved.I never meet an rebel so i had no idea about their abilites and how hard is to kill one of them.

"Hey boy do you know about the rebels?And one more thing,what are the chances of an possible attack in Yeveen? asked the elf directly.I wanted to know as much about this thread and also to be sure that my home it wasn't in danger.Then feeling uncomfortable with the helmet inside a building i took it out.So now they could saw my dark skin and red eyes.
There where dark elfs like me but not elfs with red eyes and crossbows especialy not this crossbow.If they ever heard about the Zonian Hunter then they could recognize me very easily.But still after a few minutes thinking that in the other cities i am a wanted criminal i decided to tell them who am i"I hope that you aren't going to make the Zonian Hunter to wait.I need answers and i need them now."I said on a calm tone.

I knew that once they found out that i was the Zonian Hunter they had two options.One,to speak with me or two to order the guard to throw me in the dungeon and then to decide my life.But even if there were high chances that i could die i had to assume this risk for the peoples of Yeveen.Protecting their lifes was more important then protecting my own life.

The setting changes from Dragoon to City Crystacia

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Talon V'lyn

"Talon! Get up you! Someone decided to smoke us out!"

He startled awake, his body burning up. He looked around in a daze as Locien came right next to him and threw water in his direction. Curling up with one arm over his head, he winced slightly at his muscles pulling the cut across his shoulder blade. When no water splashed across him, but he heard the sound, he looked up curiously to see what Locien was aiming at. Turning he spotted the flames that were rising in the corner of the barracks. Steam rose up from where the dark elf threw the water. He did it twice and then stamped at the fire, effectively putting it out.

Slowly he pushed himself up from the bed, fighting off the dizzy feeling that filled him. Getting to his feet he reached into his clothes and pulled out a couple of throwing knives. Turning to Locien he called to him, "What the hell is going on?" However, that question was answered for him as the culprit of the fire came out from the shadows.

"Your friend was really lucky," the man said to Locien. Talon could only assume that the dark armored male was talking about him, so he turned to the intruder and leveled his weapons towards him.

"You'll regret aiming for me," Talon growled in anger. He threw both knives at the man, but his aim was off which surprised him. One knife went way off to the right, the other one barely glancing off the man's shoulder armor. To add to it, his imposing sight was brought down as another wave of dizziness struck him and he had to reach out and grasp the side of a table to keep himself upright.

Are you alright, my assassin?

Fine, Talon growled back in response, angry at his show of weakness and confused as to what was wrong with him.

I think this is more than just weariness...

The assassin ignored the words and kept his gaze on the newcomer. Still he continued to talk to Locien, which had Talon frowning in response, "Hey boy do you know about the rebels? And one more thing, what are the chances of a possible attack in Yeveen? I hope that you aren't going to make the Zonian Hunter wait. I need answers and I need them now."

"Nothing that would pertain to you," Talon replied coldly, "And you can bet that Yeveen will be attacked at some point," then he raised an eyebrow, his scar stretching across his eye as he did so, "Zonian Hunter?" Slowly, Talon's gaze narrowed and he took a step backwards towards Locien, "Locien, I don't suppose you've heard of the Zonian Hunter have you? If not, he's an assassin without a leader. No codes, no honor. More a murderer than an assassin, Riena doesn't even acknowledge him. This is your city now, but I advise taking him in irons," Talon finished, flicking his gaze to the taller dark elf next to him.

Soran Keel

A day from Crystacia

The trail was worn, dirt kicking up beneath his booted feet as he walked slowly. Twin blades swung at his side, their heavy weight nothing to him as he moved. Blood stained his black clothing, a sickening smile twisting his lips as his eyes glowed with pure pleasure. Behind him in the distance was an elven female lying in a pool of her own blood. She had been a scout for one of the tribes in the forest that he skirted along. The dark elf tribes were somewhere in the depths of the forest, and Crystacia was not but a day from him.

Far beyond recognition from his blades, he'd worked out of her some details of the past few days. The usual hunting grounds of the tribes as they moved about in the forest, the goings on with the council and finally he'd managed to get her to tell him of the Pride of the Seeker. The dark elf he was hunting had passed through the same area before going off into the forests to lose some rag tag band of bandits or something like that. Soran didn't care, all he cared was he was finally on Locien's trail. It had taken him several years to get to where he was, the thrill of it nearly overcoming him. He worked down his excitement though as his twisted mind thought of how he was going to put the dark elf through hell before killing him.

Over the years, Soran had convinced himself that Locien was the one in the wrong. He had taken the woman from him in the first place and that it was only his right to take her back. That it was Locien who had forced him to kill the elven beauty. Soran's corrupted thoughts twirled around the man who'd put him down, taken away his rights to be in the tribe and caused him to turn to the dark magic that now pulsed through is body. However, all was not to be scorned. Soran did thank the man for one thing. If he hadn't of been exiled, he wouldn't have found the power that he did, and he wouldn't have become as strong as he was right then.

To that extent, his lips pulled into a wider smile, his tongue slipping from behind his teeth to curve along his lips. Each step brought him closer to the Pride of the Seeker. Every passing minute brought him closer to the screaming sounds of one dying at his hands. Soran believed himself a God, one who decided who lived and who died. Locien was going to die.

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"I'm only here to bring relief to this city boy until any heir to Queen Fae's throne is arranged for." Locien stated. "Zonian Hunter or not, he's still only wanting answers to this 'True Dragons' cult the same as we."

Locien looked at the man who claimed to be the Zonian hunter square in the eyes. "Besides, if what my father used to say about him is true, he's been living and breathing in this world for over a century same as my father. Maybe he knows the meaning of this 'True Dragon' these Magi are talking about."

"Why are you just going to trust him Locien?! He could kill us all if he wanted to if Talon's right-" Rania protested as she sat up on her bed rubbing her shoulder.

"Hush Rania." Locien stated. "You just asked me, why I am not amongst my own kind. What did I tell you?" Locien interrupted. "I'll trust him, until he decides to raise his sword against me because of what I am about to say next." Locien then pulled his amulet to the point where the signet was easily read in the moonlight. "Zonian Hunter, correct? I am Locien Kestal, Son of Maelthra Kestal of the Tok'nowe Alliance. I am also known as the Pride of the Seeker."

At those words Locien turned to Talon. "After what I said about myself Lord V'lyn, am I also a dangerous person?" Locien asked softly, "Am I a monster?"

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"Hmph, I won't attack him yet, but he will pay for your death soon my Brother..." the Dark Elven Female said before she leaped off of the tree she was in and just walked casually into the chaotic city, moving through the shadows to wait for a perfect opportunity to attack her quarry. She softly smiled at the thought of when she'll ambush him.

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Azmirian continued to swoop low, but only was met with chaos and death. He found no survivors in the section he patrolled. Love... there's no one left outside... I daren't go into any buildings for fear of wreaking terror. His heart twisted with grief and uselessness.

Not for long. A searing pain ripped up his tail and he bellowed in pain. With a quick, fluid movement, he slashed back with a hindclaw and met scales. He turned to see a black dragon clamped down on his tail which then began to fly upwards. Azzie twisted to go belly up and fought to get up to his attacker, but the speed and angle he was being dragged in by the larger, more muscled dragon left him vulnerable. It was the best he could do to throw up a shield to protect Rania.

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Day had turned to night and Jennifer was back within the confines of the barracks by the time the sunny rays of light had disappeared beyond the horizon, leaving only rays of darkness instead of sunlight, pouring through the windows. A chilly breeze permeated the air in the elven barracks, ushered in from the outside whenever the large doors to the building opened, receiving the cold winds whirling outside. It prompted her to seek out steal a blanket as she passed by the infirmary once more, wrapping the warm material around her slender frame like a cloak. The infirmary’s smell was nauseating, reeking of wet pus and dried blood mixed with antiseptic, but it was busy nonetheless. Doctors and nurses rushed to and fro, checking and attending to patients. Some of the injured were even fit enough to exchange lively banter with the person next to them; others looked like they wouldn’t live through the night. All of them, every single one, had one thing in common. Misery. It was the one thing they all shared and seeing them tugged at her sharp features, curving her lips into full smile.

As she made her way out of the infirmary she navigated herself towards the side rooms, spotting numerous armed guards rushing down the corridor ahead of her. She guessed that minor conflicts where still rife amidst the city, whether it be from the rebels or the criminals though remained to be seen. She shifted sidewards to allow them to pass but their nonchalant chatter pricked her ears, their words piquing her interest.

“Another assassin in the west wing, two men are reported dead.”

Her grin widened as she smelt the undeniable hallmarks of trouble, the type of trouble she enjoyed.




"Am I a monster?"

“Who knows, but maybe you’re stupider than you look,” a harsh, feminine voice mocked Locien from the shadows.

Jennifer slithered into the room then, a poisonous existence that seemed to turn the atmosphere of the barracks stale. Her pose was casual as she appeared by the doorway, a blanket still wrapped around her shoulders. Her arms and body leaned against the masonry wall as she grinned widely at them all.

“Fancy seeing you all here, I thought I’d come checkout the act, but it seems there’s a whole play here instead,” Jennifer commented cheerily before raising an eyebrow towards the other dark elf, “If he only wanted answers he wouldn’t have killed the guards,” she spoke of the guards informally, as if the notion of dead people was utterly inconsequential to her. She stretched her arms outwards and yawned then, as if she were already bored of their conversation. “But still, being so obviously bias towards your own kind is a rather unsightly trait Locien,” she chided him wickedly.

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Rania Birviel Character Portrait: Damascus Lion.

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Talon V'lyn

"After what I said about myself Lord V'lyn, am I also a dangerous person? Am I a monster?" Locien said as he dismissed his words and gave him a sour look. Talon on the other hand only turned his gaze away to look back at the Zonian Hunter. What the dark elf had said did make sense, the armored man before them did only want to know about the True Dragons and the attacks on the cities. However, what didn't sit right with the assassin was why the hunter went through all that trouble just to 'gain their attention'. There were easier ways to do that, and it didn't involve trying to kill another man.

"No," Talon replied softly, "You're not a monster, doesn't make you any less dangerous either, but you haven't tried to kill me just because you can. That's where I'm drawing the line, Locien," he finished turning back to look at the taller man. A wave of nausea hit him and he bit his tongue to fight it back just as he heard the cold voice of a very familiar woman.

“Fancy seeing you all here, I thought I’d come checkout the act, but it seems there’s a whole play here instead. If he only wanted answers he wouldn’t have killed the guards. But still, being so obviously bias towards your own kind is a rather unsightly trait Locien,” Jennifer said, her voice clearly showing her feelings towards the scene before her. Stretching her arms out over her head, she put on the facade of being utterly bored, to which Talon rolled his eyes.

"Where have you been?" He asked her without really expecting an answer. Sweat was beading on his face, his body still overly hot. He took a deep breath, feeling his chest slightly tighter than it was before. At the back of his mind he worried about what was wrong, but still concluded that he was just over worked and in desperate need of more sleep.

Talon, the elven girls dragon is under attack by another black dragon. I think it's the last one, but I'm on my way to help him.

Good, the assassin replied shortly, Have you spotted any other mages in the city?

No. Things should be just fine here. Talon, Vy's voice told him that the great silver dragon was worried about something.

What is it?

You should get those cuts looked at. The mages words to you have me worried. You're not yourself right now.

What gave you that idea? Talon replied sarcastically, I missed the damn hunter... I never miss.

I know.

I'm just tired, Vy. Those cuts are nothing but scratches. They'll heal in time. After you dispatch that dragon, we leave for Skyfall.

The dragon sighed heavily but didn't respond or fight back. Talon turned his attention back to the others. His gaze fell on Locien first, "Vy is taking care of the last dragon out there. Once he's done I'm leaving for Skyfall. Perhaps I can find documentation on an heir for you there as well."

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Rania Birviel Character Portrait: Damascus Lion.

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"Where have you been? Vy is taking care of the last dragon out there. Once he's done I'm leaving for Skyfall. Perhaps I can find documentation on an heir for you there as well."

Talon’s question twisted a small smirk which Jennifer directed at the assassin’s face of displeasure. Noticing the cold moisture still caking his cheeks, Jennifer’s smirk grew into another full smile as she revealed her dangerous side once more. Plastering on an innocent face as she strode up to Talon, Jennifer reached out and ran her hands across his shoulder.

“I only did what you asked me to do, you did tell me to stay here after all,” Jennifer responded coyly, her fingers spreading over his corded muscle and feeling the tension bristling throughout his entire body. She applied a firm pressure through her arms then, gently moving her wrists to massage him.

“And shouldn’t I be the one asking you that? Look at you, coming back here without informing me, all tired and covered in injuries,” she frowned from behind. As Jennifer continued, her eyes looked over the wound on his back, imitating the appearance of a lost child reunited with their guardian. “Knowing you, you probably didn’t even have these looked at did you?” she hummed, her words taking on a whimsical tone.

One of her hands lost their grip as she rolled a finger down the assassin's shoulder blade and trace over his spine, weaving her magic though her arm and healing the wounds. The cuts healed at an unnatural pace, the skin reforming and closing over the wound like it had never been dealt. “Looks like you took quite the beating too, a rather fearsome opponent as well judging from your wounds. Did they leave mid-way and spare your life again? It must rankle deeply to be looked down upon by so many of your enemies…” Her taunts continued ceaselessly. If ever there was a word called restraint, it was completely lost on Jennifer. Her acidic voice rose closer to him as Jennifer tip-toed on her feet in order to whisper in his ear, “How can you possibly avenge you’re father if you can’t even deal with the stragglers?”

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Rania Birviel Character Portrait: Damascus Lion.

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Talon V'lyn

Jennifer's smile sent chills down his spine, though it might have been a little bit of his weariness and her cold smile that did it. She walked up to him, her body swaying lightly as she moved. Her fingers reached out and stretched across his shoulders, sending another chill down him. Her fingers dug deep into his muscles, working in slow circles to ease his tension. Talon fought her every step of the way, though his muscles did loosen at her touch.

“And shouldn’t I be the one asking you that? Look at you, coming back here without informing me, all tired and covered in injuries. Knowing you, you probably didn’t even have these looked at did you?”

He rolled his eyes at her though he knew she couldn't see him from where she stood behind him, "They're nothing to worry about," he said coldly, trying to push her off him, but then her finger ran down his back right between his shoulder blades. He could feel the cuts healing quickly and he felt strangely better. With an eyebrow arched he took a deep breath to assess his own body.

“Looks like you took quite the beating too, a rather fearsome opponent as well judging from your wounds. Did they leave mid-way and spare your life again? It must rankle deeply to be looked down upon by so many of your enemies… How can you possibly avenge you’re father if you can’t even deal with the stragglers?” Jennifer stretched up behind him, sliding her body up against him once more and leaning into his ear to whisper the last part. Whirling around, he snatched her wrist in his strong grip and pulled her right up to him, his eyes narrowed dangerously. His jaw was firmly set as he glared down at her, his other hand itching to pull out a weapon, but he knew that she would want that.

"Don't tempt me," he growled softly to her only.

The dragon has been dealt with, Talon, Vy cut in gently.

"We're leaving, Vy is ready." Turning, Talon looked to Locien, "I'll be back here sometime tomorrow." Without releasing Jennifer's wrist he turned and left the barracks without another word to either the dark elf or the armored hunter. He made his way out to the courtyard area where Vy came down and landed, making the earth shake slightly under his weight. Finally he released her and mounted his dragon. Turning, he offered his hand to her once again, though his irritation was still clearly painted on his face.

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Jennifer’s small frame lurched back reflexively under the larger shadow of Talon, startled by his sudden movement. She felt an iron grip as Talon’s hands clasped around her wrist and yanked her closer to his dead pan expression, his gray eyes sparkling with a hardness that suggested he considered her antics as nothing but vile. A slow smiled spread over her red lips as she locked her eyes onto his in response, her expression reeking of cruelty, snideness and daring all at once. He was obviously getting used to her behaviour by now.

"Don't tempt me," Talon warned as if threatening could work on someone like Jennifer. If only threatening could work. She glanced idly down as his hand, noticing the barely contained fury causing his arms to tremble imperceptibly with restraint then gave him a look of delight. “You should know by now that saying such things hardly works on someone like me,” she returned smoothly, leaning in closer until their noses barely touched and his raven black hair filled her vision. Something distracted the assassin abruptly, like the irritation caused by a fly landing on you, causing Talon to shift his gaze back to Locien.

“We're leaving, Vy is ready."

Jennifer balked slightly, realising the implications of his statement all too well. The prospect of more flying seemed to drain the blood from her cheeks, making her creamy features seem paler than usual as Talon dragged her out of the room and back into the courtyard. The cold breeze brushed past her face as they exited the barracks, making her shiver involuntarily from the rapid drop of air temperature. She clicked her fingers as they walked, creating a dark woollen jacket over her shoulders. Talon’s dragon landed ahead of them, its entrance heralded by the soft thump of leathery members flapping to a halt. The dragon’s silvery hide gleamed magnificently even under the moonlight, reflecting the scenery of the starry night sky over its scales almost. Jennifer felt the forceful grip over her wrist loosen finally and cracked a frown on her face as Talon went for his seat.

“That’s an interesting way of showing gratitude to someone who went out of their way to heal and massage you,” she slurred, rubbing the skin of her wrists like it was sore. Even seconds after he’d let go, the sensation of Talon’s powerful hold seemed to remain with her, “They must teach you some controversial things in assassin school. Just so you know though, I absolutely abhor flying,” she grinned, reaching for his hand.

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After the dragon had dragged him up to the point where a dragon could sustain injury from falling, Azmirian realized what was happening. The thing planned to leave the smaller dragon crippled and drop him. Azzie struggled harder, but the black dragon swiped out and landed three nasty gashes on his nose. In return, Azzie hissed and swung up with the joint of his left wing, knocking the bigger attacker on the head. It blinked in surprise but continued upwards, managing to snag Azmirian's wing in the process. 'STUPID,' Azzie screamed at himself. He had just proffered what the brute needed. He fought with fervor, unable to get a prime posititon to attack or defend. With his mouth still gnawing cruelly on Azzie's tail, he slashed out with the claw free of the white dragon's wing. The webbing resisted, and nausea began to twirl about in the helpless victim's stomach. Still the black attacker persisted, trying to puncture the webbing.

In a blink, Azzie was flung to the side by the teeth in his tail. Whiplash smacked his head to the side, and when he managed to look up, the attacker was pulling out of Azzie's sad excuse for a tail to attack the dragon he had seen earlier. (If I have them mixed up let me know) His wing was released and he began to plummet down towards the spires and streets of Chrystacia. Tail useless and tattered, but wings intact, he had one chance. Eyeing the buildings about him, he saw just what he needed. One larger window was open below him. He used his wings to twist himself over close to the wall of the building, but didn't dare to try to brake without his tail, it would've sent him into a headlong spin. As the window neared, he dug all four sets of claws into the white building. Dust and rubble shot out from the stressed spots, but he began to slow. As the window approached, he shot out with his left foreclaw, snagged it, and was left clinging to the building. He was safe, but didn't dare to let down his shields to tell Rania for fear of incapacitating her with the near unbearable pain of his tail.

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"Correct i am the Zonian Hunter.But you,you are impressive.I want to help you but still i don't go anything about the rebels."Thinking to the boy who throwed the knifes i told to myself "Another assassin."While thinking about what Locien told the True Dragon i started to think and so my mind was back in time.Back at the moment of destruction."

Destruction of the Zonian the moment when i became alone forevor."Barthomel that bastard"I scream nervously.I remembered what he told me in that day.Something that i only locked in me but never forgot it.Then i told this thing to him the thing that Barthomel told to me after he destroyed Zonia.After i was left alone. "I am the true dragon of this world.Those who stand against me shall perish."As i was looking at him i didn't knowed if he would believe me or not because i knew this thing about Barthomel but i didn't heard about the rebels until recently.

"You see boy you don't know how it is to be alone in this world.I lost not my parents but my entire nation so you don't know my pain,the pain in my heart,anyway.maybe this cult is related with Barthomel."I told to Locien on a serious tone.I didn't lyed me not only he was from the Kestal clan but also because i didn't had anything to hide.I has hoping that he would suggest me that we to work together against this new threat knowed as the rebels.

The setting changes from Dragoon to City Crystacia

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Azmirian Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Rania Birviel Character Portrait: Damascus Lion.

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Locien listened to Talon as he said he'd go to investigate Skyfall for more clues and possibly learn about a possible heir to Crystacia's throne. "Alright Talon, but be careful and come back as soon as you're able. Then all of us will journey to the other Reigning Cities, Both Ro'ell and Laowlee, to make sure their not about to crumble at the Cultists' feet."

"Sounds like a good plan Locien." Rania stated from her bed. She felt funny because she hasn't heard back from Azmirian in awhile, she was worried that the dragon got himself in a pickle.

"Locien, Rania's dragon is having troubles, Shall I help him?" Zoron asked his master as he flew towards Azmirian's location.

"Please do. As long as both he and Rania recuperate at a good rate, we'll be able to leave and find more answers to this whole mess in the other cities." Locien said to his dragon before turning his attention to the Zonian Hunter, who blurted out the name Barthomel and quoted a story his father told him. "So Barthomel, a dragon who was supposedly dead for a hundred years, has something to do with this?" Locien asked quickly before the Hunter stated how he saw what this dragon could do. "Okay so the two things might be connected if the rebels call themselves the True Dragons, however, since we're probably on the same side about this if they are connected, I suggest we pool our assets and solve this mess together."

Locien then turned to walk out to the balcony to look at the city. "Just think on it Hunter. If you don't want to work together I'll respect that."

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“That’s an interesting way of showing gratitude to someone who went out of their way to heal and massage you. They must teach you some controversial things in assassin school. Just so you know though, I absolutely abhor flying,” Jennifer said to him as he reached out to her. She took his hand and he brought her up right behind him in a single pull. He rolled his eyes as he situated himself with her behind him.

"I would show you gratitude if you had a different attitude towards things. Seems to me you just enjoy pissing me off," Talon retorted sourly. His hand tightened around hers, holding it against his stomach. Vy lurched forward, taking off into the sky at a jostling speed. Immediately he could feel Jennifer's body crush against him and her other hand tighten around his waist. He allowed himself a slight feeling of satisfaction at her own misery to flight. She obviously didn't enjoy it at all. Talon wondered if she'd never had a dragon before, but he didn't wish to ask as it wasn't his business. Beside's, he figured that she would only avoid the subject just as she did most everything. The sly woman would figure a way to turn it around on him.

You're learning, Vy said.

Whatever.

I think it's good training.

The assassin rolled his eyes as they flew. He didn't think anything about this woman was 'good', only irritating and a serious test to his control otherwise. It was a few hours of flight before they arrived in Skyfall. The city was nothing but ruin as they circled around it, the fires long since gone, but the rubble and stench of death still lingering. Vy landed in the courtyard outside of the guild and Talon dismounted gracefully. He landed on one knee, one hand bracing himself as he looked around cautiously. It was nightfall, and the cold air was sliding through the city bringing a sense of solitude. However, Talon felt as if it were too quite in the city and he couldn't help but feel as if they were being watched from every corner of darkness.

Slowly he stood up and turned to assist Jennifer down off of Vy's back. He bit back a satisfied smile at her obvious nausea from the flight, her already pale features even whiter. It looked as if she'd seen a ghost, or was simply drained of all her blood. Once she was down, Talon turned back to the guild and started towards the building. He didn't know what his father's key went to, but he was determined to find it. As he entered the building he looked down at the body of the assassin leader for a mere second before looking away. He hadn't had time to bury his father, and even still, there was no time.

"Look for something that needs a key this size," Talon said to Jennifer softly, pulling the golden key from his clothes and showing it to her. He nodded his head to the second level, "I'll be up there," then he paused and turned to look down at her smaller form, "Be careful, not all of the True Dragon's might have left already," he said softly then started up the stairs.

I think the one who should be careful is you, Vy said softly.

You're enjoying this too much.

Not at all, I'm being serious, my little assassin.

Talon ignored him once more, his eyebrow twitching from the nickname. He made the landing and started towards the first room in his search for whatever his father had hidden.

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"Ok Locien i shall work with you.But be aware of something.Soon someone who serves Barthomel shall appear.
The Bounty Hunter of Assassins.He is knowed as The Dragon's Scourge and because he eliminated assassins he can enter in every city he wants since he worked and works for rulers of the city knowed person .I on the other side for the crimes i have made i must infiltrate into a city."
For him it does not matter if an assassin is a good person or an evil one.
That elf is killig all of us.That elf is connected to Barthomel since he sold his soul to the dragon one centhury ago so the rebels have a connection to him.
Very few know the elf who considers us a prey.We must work together in order to kill this Bounty Hunter.And about your friend,the Bounty Hunter could be in Skyfall trying to kill him.So please help me to kill this elf when he shall come after us after all of us."


Maybe it was something strange for an assassin to know what was fear.Because i meet him.Strangely for him he invited me to drink a tea with him.He has so much manniers and is an honorable person since he announced me that day that I shall fight with him.We meet 20 years ago.The Dragon's Scourge for the first time in my life back then i felt a strange sentiment.Fear of death but also he continously gained reputation and is knowed as a public figure for his sevices and because he worked to rulers of the city.I was hoping that Locien would help me to kill him.The Dragon's Scourge needed to die.And if the rebels were claiming to be true dragon and serving a true dragon maybe they were planning something for Barthomel.They represented a small danger but the Bounty Hunter was a greater threat.A threat who must be killed.

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"I would show you gratitude if you had a different attitude towards things. Seems to me you just enjoy pissing me off,"

Jennifer gave a treacherous smile towards Talon’s angry reply as she pulled herself past him and onto his back, a sharp motion which radiated with nothing but the betrayal and hypocrisy if he ever cared to look. “So long as it helps you, why should the way in which I act matter?” she whispered into his ear as she settled herself down. Talon’s dragon lifted off once it had sensed they were comfortable, leaving Jennifer’s stomach scrambling behind in the dust as the set off to Skyfall. By the time they’d landed, Jennifer look half delirious from air sickness as her small hand clutched tightly at her stomach. Limply she stepped off the dragon, her first few steps dragging her feet in stray stumbles as the mage attempted to right herself within the courtyards. She caught the look off barely repressed vindication as Talon’s lips twitched upon assisted her down, his glowering eyes suggesting he was enjoying her suffering for a change.

“You’re more like me than you realise,” her thin laughs were like daggers behind his back as the dark assassin turned on his heel and briskly led them back into guild. Once inside, Talon gestured to her with a show of his key. The interior of the room was still largely similar to the way they’d left it yesterday, much to Jennifer’s incredulous surprise. With the amount of time that had elapsed, she would’ve expected looters and other such opportunists to have raided the place. Nonchalantly, she threw a glance in the general direction of Talon’s father, and then withdrew her corruptive black gaze to the young man. Though dark, the key’s golden surface still glinted as it caught miniscule flecks of light bouncing around the room. "Look for something that needs a key this size,” he asked her, causing her eyes to narrow at the design of the lock head. She raised an eyebrow and frowned towards Talon’s scarred cheek in a despondent fashion. For an assassin, such detailed distinction may have been easy, but she was a mage, albeit an illusionist, if she needed an opening she’d simply make her own. After waiting several short seconds he nodded his chin in the direction of the staircase.

"I'll be up there, be careful, not all of the True Dragon's might have left already,

“You dislike my attitude, yet you care for my safety. Remind me again which is the one of us who keeps losing to these rebels?” Jennifer’s chuckles taunted him incessantly as he slowly climbed the flight of stairs, the cruel hiss of her voice barely masked by a hand over her mouth, “Though, I really hate that chivalrous performance of yours likewise.”

Without further word, she slinked off into the darkness of the side rooms and began sifting through drawers, muttering curses every now and then.

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Azmirian looked down to the side and planned his descent. The next rooftop was a safe jump. Carefully, the dragon scaled the wall until he hung over the white roof. With a deep inhalation, he withdrew the pressure on his claws and slid down the side of the building until the tip of his tail touched the roof below him. Pain lanced up his spine, but he gritted his teeth and ignored it. Azzie slowly put all four claws on the flat surface and continued to the barracks cautiously. He had begun to lose an unsafe amount of blood, but ignored it.

After the same process of going rooftop to rooftop, Azzie had reached the gaping roof to the barracks. He dropped in unceremoniously and stumbled over to Rania. He smiled and plopped his head down on her lap again. For some reason nothing else mattered but that wonderful scratching she had been gracious enough to give earlier. Everything was also funny for no explainable reason, but he wished that things would stay in focus. He had just dealt with the vertigo of passing out, but twice in a short amount of time was ridiculous.

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“You dislike my attitude, yet you care for my safety. Remind me again which is the one of us who keeps losing to these rebels?” Jennifer's voice followed him up the stairwell. He rolled his eyes and sighed heavily, an irritated growl burning at the back of his throat.

Remind me again why I'm putting up with her?

Because she's a mage and can help you fight against a mage.

Yeah, that's not outweighing the former.

Vy chuckled through their connection, I think you two are perfect.

Talon's face heated as he stopped mid stride from his dragon's words. The creature could barely keep his laughter to himself as Talon turned his head slowly and aimed his deadly glare towards where Vy was stationed outside the house. His heart leapt to the bottom of his throat as he stood there.

I can't believe you would say that, or even think that!

Hmm. You'll come around, was all Vy said to him in reply.

The assassin released the air in his lungs in a heavy 'woosh' and kept moving. Shaking his head, he muttered under his breath, "Damn woman. I swear... if the rebels don't kill me, she will..." His hands shifted through drawers as he looked through his fathers council room. Nothing there turned up and nothing certainly fit the key that the late Lord V'lyn had given him. Leaving the council room, he went into the room next to it and started from one end, working his way to the other.

Talon went through four more rooms like this, meticulously working from each corner to find what his father wanted him to get. The last room was the small library that Lord V'lyn kept and as Talon entered the room, he shifted his gaze across the shelving and small desks that used to be his study areas. For a moment he just gazed at it all in remembrance. Then he moved, starting once again from the door and working his way backwards. An hour later and his gaze settled on a keyhole at the back of the library that he didn't remember ever seeing. On the floor was a tapestry that had obviously been removed from the wall. No wonder he'd never seen the keyhole before.

Slowly reaching into his clothes, he pulled the key out and eyed both the key and the keyhole. They both certainly looked as if they matched. Talon turned and went to the door that was at the far end of the hall, the stairwell on the other end. He yelled out into the darkness for Jennifer's attention, knowing that she would hear him no matter where she was.

"Jennifer! Up stairs!"

Turning back, he walked to the area where he'd found the keyhole, his eyes on the golden key between his fingers. He halted in his steps however before reaching the wall where he was before. Putting the key away in his clothes, he quickly withdrew his daggers and sidled up against a shelving unit. Slowly, he peered around the corner and spotted what he figured was already there. Two cloaked figures facing where he was hiding. One raised their hand and the shelf rocked, then tipped dangerously towards him, forcing Talon to lung forward and roll to the other side of the room. As he went, he replaced one dagger and pulled out two throwing knives in one hand. Coming up from the roll, he threw the knives without hesitation.

One hit it's mark, the other was deflected and he cursed mages once more. The rebel that the knife hit stumbled from the impact and reached up with a curse to quickly remove the pesky weapon. As he was doing that, Talon rushed them. His dagger connected with another knife as the second rebel stepped forward to protect their comrade. A shock of magic threw him backwards into another shelf, knocking it over completely. He hit it with such a force that his breath was knocked from his lungs.

"Damn mages," he coughed out.

"The key, assassin," the one spoke, the voice marking her clearly, "Or I'll make your death as slow and painful as possible. Either way I'll get it."

Talon rolled off the shelving, stood up slowly and coughed. As he stood he gave her a small grin and wiped at his mouth, "No," he growled in response and lunged at her again. The woman raised her hand, her magic twisting around him and as the assassin got close to her, she closed her fist and turned. Talon felt as if hands had wrapped around his entire body and he was pulled forward and flung into the wall. The magic faded and he crumpled to the floor without a sound. The second rebel kicked him over onto his back and the female one dropped down over him.

"I'm going to have fun with you," she grinned down at him. Talon glared back up at her, then shifted just enough to move her and with his hand freed, he plunged the dagger into her thigh.

With a scream, she reeled backwards slightly before composing herself. A twisted snarl curled her lips as she gripped the weapon in her leg. Talon moved again and freed his other hand, intent on shoving this one through her chest. He made it part way, cutting into her clothes and just barely scrapping skin before she realized what he'd done. Then the blade stopped by the force of her magic and was taken from his hand. Weaponless, she leaned heavily against him, pushing one hand through his clothing to find his other weapons. As she did so, her power curled around him, locking every muscle in place so he couldn't move.

"Damn assassin, I'll rid you of your weapons then kill you with them," she growled, her fingers curling around the first of several throwing knives.

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Locien listened carefully to the Zonian hunter's words about a potential threat coming after them. "Well I've tossed numerous would be pursuers off my trail before, I can do it again. Since the beginning of my thirty years of wandering, I became a popular target for several clans of assassins. I bet you as soon as these Rebels figure out who I am they'll want a piece of me too." he stated with a chuckle. "I have ways of dealing with these types of people, keep em off my scent, or just plain old do em in."

"Speaking of such trivial matters," Zoron cut into Locien's explanation. "I have another dark elf's scent. Female posssibly."

"Ugh probably a member of Selian Clan's seducer unit." Locien thought. "Keep on the scent let me know if it's getting closer." With a sigh Locien placed his dark hands on the banister of the balcony. He looked to the skies and closed his eyes to take in the night air and breathe in the memories of his life before, when he wasn't wandering. When his beloved was still in the living world, and he followed his orders without question.

Then the thought of his one equal came to mind, his best friend from the Pyren Clan. Zankora Pyren. he half wished their assignments didn't clash that day. He fought and killed his only friend, other then his Beloved. But even then, when he returned from that assignment, things turned ever worse. Clenching his hands on the banister till they turned pale purple, his face nearly turned to one of fury. The Amulet on his neck seemed to react slightly, as the signet slowly tried to glow around the writing.

"Mister Kestal?" Rania asked politely. "Are you okay?" Locien snapped open his eyes as he slowly started to pant. The amulet's attempt at glowing faded away with it as he turned to her.

"I'm fine. Just fine. Make sure your dragon recovers. As soon as Talon gets back, we leave for either Ro'ell or Laowlee." Locien stated as he walked back into the building.

"Azzy, I know your shielding me, You're going to be in big trouble if I see you messed up badly." Rania stated in her mind.

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"Drezia curse it! That green dragon almost spotted me!" The Dark Elven woman thought to herself as she ducked into an alleyway and hid, panting for near fear of her life ending in a mouthful of sharp teeth. "No use continuing onward... I'll have to wait till daybreak to catch him. Soon Pride of the Seeker, you'll pay."

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"Jennifer! Up stairs!"

Jennifer’s ears flickered at the sound of Talon’s familiar voice, the pressing echoes of his call causing her head to spin out from the cabinet she’d been investigating. Sniffing in annoyance, she stepped out of the side room and made her way back into the hallway, glancing idly up at the hall his voice originated from. She stopped halfway as something heavy impacting against a shelf, sending numerous books pattering across the floor above her. Realising what was occurring, a sharp smile curved her lips as she made several slow, short strides to the staircase, evidently in no apparent rush to aid the assassin in his plight. Her fingers ran up the cold railings casually, drawing invisible patterns across the surface as she rose to the first floor, her dark gaze watching the library at the end of the hall menacingly. Jennifer made no effort to conceal herself as she appeared at the doorway to the library, her arm outstretched as magic vibrated the air around her.

"Damn assassin, I'll rid you of your weapons then kill you with them,"

“Fraternising with the enemy since you can’t beat them? If only you were as forward with me,” she interrupted rudely, eyeing Talon’s paralysed body with a coy grin.

The terror of her illusionary magic barely masked the psychotic smirk which split across her red lips as Jennifer made her entry. Eyes wide with adrenaline, the lithe mage stepped into the killing zone without further word, the books around them levitating magically off the shelves before growing teeth and claws. They burst into life suddenly and flew down at the two intruders, the unnerving noise of chattering jaws filling the room as diamond edged teeth snapped together furiously.

Jennifer wasn’t done though, numerous corpses which had previously lay rotting outside rushed past her. In a grizzly scene out of a horror play, blood and loose organs painted the ground behind them as they leapt forwards, screaming wordless profanities at the rebels as they attempted to fend off the books. Talon’s father was also among them, the sword which had impaled him now held firmly in his deathly pale hands as he lunged forwards. The corpse of Talon's deceased father swung his blade in a wide arc at the rebel sitting on top of the young assassin, the glistening steel carving a path towards the rebel’s heart.

Everything, the books and the zombies were all a giant ruse, one ultimately aimed at distracting the duo even if only for a moment, “Get up you pitiful thing,” Jennifer hissed, her tone cruel and mocking as she referred to the assassin, all the while plying her trade expertly, “I’m not going to babysit you all day.”

Jennifer’s next attack would be real though. Her other hand extended outwards amidst the chaos, creating icy spears around her before a flick of her fingers sent them hurtling towards the cloaked rebels. “World fracture.”

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"Yes but he is different.A servant of Barthomel and strangely a person with manniers and honor.I am very sure, if you have enemies who are assassins,he could kill them before you would have the chance to meet with one of them.
For him it does not matter if an assassin is good or evil he just wants to kill us.And Locien if you have a mission for me i would accept.I need to show the power of my crossbow to an enemy or a rebel."

I told the elf then i wallked near the table where it was my helmet.I put it on my head then i started thinking.Thinking how everything evolved so fast.I was in Yeveen yesterday but now i was here in Crystacia.Also everything changed so fast.
I was alone but now i was working with Locien against the rebels.I could expect everything to the rebels.
The rebels could have been something that i could handle but the Bounty Hunter was something so different.

Then,even if it wasn't a reason,my body started to tremble.I haven't felt for a long time this senzation.He came in the city.
"The Scourge is here.Locien when he comes into a city even if it is day or night,even if it is raining peoples are getting out from their houses to see and to acclaim him.If this thing happened then he is here."
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Finaly i was entering in Crystacia.One of things i enjoyed was that i never sneaked into a city.Why?Because i worked and still working for city leaders and important persons.Because i am killing assassins i can enter every city i want and every place without being questioned.As i entered the city all the peoples gathered near me and started to scream telling"Long live,Bounty Hunter of Assassins.Long live The Dragon's Scourge."I had fame in my hands and glory.Even if it wasn't day peoples gathered near the city gates just to see me.

Peoples acclaimed me.Very few persons,and those persons where assassins,knew the true meaning of my nickname.Soon when Barthomel would came they shall find out that i am his scourge.The scourge which shall have it's place in history.
I looked on list curiously when i saw two names"Soran Keel and Lyuze Pyren.I also readed the informations about their appearence.The hunt began.First i had to meet with them.

After i would meet with them i would give them one chance.To give me their weapons and to never kill a person this meaning that they would never be again assassins.Even if someone would lie i knew everything and found everything faster.I didn't knowed what kind of personality could have Soran and Lyuze, so felt safer now that my dragon was with me.I decided just to walk and to explore this city.As i was exploring the city i found myself into an alleyway.Still even if i walked to this place maybe here i should stay.

"What a luck i told in my mind."As i approached an dark elf woman.She was hiding from something or someone.When i saw that this elf woman was Lyuze i started thinking"It is my chance.I shall warn her then i shall leave."I only wanted to tell her that if she would renounce from being an assassin the next i would meet her she could be dead or without her hands.

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“Fraternising with the enemy since you can’t beat them? If only you were as forward with me,” Jennifer's voice was both a welcome and an irritant. He felt his eye twitching just at the mere thought of what she'd suggested. At the same time he was thankful for her coming when she did. The rebel lifted herself off him and leveled a cruel smile towards the other mage. However, that smile didn't last long as the books in the room came to life and began gnawing on anything that was nearby.

The woman got up off him, stumbling around as she fought the books with one hand on the dagger in her thigh. The moment the True Dragon's attention was off of Talon, the magic faded and he could move again. He didn't waste anytime, even as the dead swarmed the room. He barely missed the swing of a bright sword that was aimed right at the woman's chest as he stood. Drawing his throwing knives, he retrieved his other dagger. All of this was done before Jennifer's voice reached him.

“Get up you pitiful thing, I’m not going to babysit you all day.”

He rolled his eyes and decided that wasn't the time to argue with her. Throwing the knives, he lunged forward anticipating the mage to knock away his little blades. She did so, and found herself with his dagger right in her chest as he slammed into her. Both hit the wall, one with a look of pure rage on his face, the other with a look of surprise as blood trickled from her lips down her chin and neck. He held her there for some time, the dagger in his hand twisting slightly causing her face to turn in agony.

"I'll hunt down everyone of you, and kill you all," he hissed to her, an unexplained anger fueling him. Finally he wrenched out his blade and let her drop, blood covering him as the blade pulled free. He stood there for a long time, taking deep breathes to calm himself. The second mage had fallen under the attack of books and the walking dead. Turning, he glanced over his shoulder to Jennifer before sheathing his dagger and retrieving all of his throwing knives.

"Babysit," he scoffed then pulled the key out of his clothes and unlocked the hidden compartment roughly, still simmering slightly. Inside was a single silver brace, and a piece of paper. Slowly, Talon took the paper and opened it, reading it's contents.

My Son, if you're reading this, then the time has come. Riena has put you on this path, she has guided you here and she will continue to guide you, no matter where your path takes you. Take the brace, it will help you. Lord V'lyn. Beware Barthlomel.

Raising an eyebrow, he looked to Jennifer for a moment before handing her the note. Reaching inside, he took the brace, pushed up the long sleeve of his attire that covered his hand completely, and put the silver brace on. However, the moment it touched his skin he felt a sharp pain race up his arm and through his body. He winced and clenched his teeth, but the pain persisted and grew until finally, he was wreathed in a soft glowing silver light and his body was bent backwards, lifted off the ground. His scream filled the entire building, all the while in his minds eye, images flashed by and a pulsing power filled him along with the pain.

Talon! It was Vy screaming for him, the dragon feeling everything as well.

What... is this?

Take it off!

Talon tried to move, but couldn't do anything in his state, I can't...

The images were of a history long passed, dragons reeling in the sky killing each other, however. The vision was centered on one being only, a huge red dragon that dwarfed the size of any creature Talon had ever seen before. This beast radiated evil, it's every presence was imposing and deadly. Blood red eyes swiveled around as it took in the destruction. Then it lifted a claw and destroyed several cities with it's power. Then, the image changed and three dragons swirled into view, attacking the larger one until finally, when all their power was expelled, the creature was tossed down in death. Defeated, finally, the other three also died along with the tyrant, their power long spent.

The brace brightened until finally it faded away and Talon dropped to the floor. His chest heaved as the lingering pain resided. All the while, his mind tried to comprehend what he'd seen. After a moment, he reached over and slid his hand across the brace, his fingers trying to pull it off. The silver metal wouldn't budge.

Talon, relax. Everything is alright... Now I see.

What does that mean? the assassin panted through their connection.

It means you've got a fighting chance now. I'm sure Jennifer will know what's been given to you. It's like hers.

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Jennifer had to give credit where it was due. Talon blade skills were sublime and it showed in the ease with which he wielded them. Standing up calmly, the assassin’s throwing knives reach out with deadly tips pointed at the mage in front of him. The mage retorted and slapped them aside like paper, but the young assassin had clearly anticipated this as he drove a dagger straight through her chest. Jennifer’s face writhed in delight as she watched his angry expression, the scar over his dark eyes distorting in an ugly fashion as Talon snarled in the face of his defeated opponent. "I'll hunt down everyone of you, and kill you all."

She didn’t have to do anything else as the other mage died to her icy spears, too preoccupied by her book and zombie illusions to spot the real attack. The force of the icicles sent him flying backwards, crashing against numerous books and silencing him against a bookshelf before he could even scream. The dust settled around them as an abrupt silence fell over the private library, ruined books and pages fluttering to the floor in the wake of their conflict. Recollecting his weapons, Talon seemed to rear an irritated face at her, raising his eyebrows in disbelief. "Babysit," he sneered to her in a scything voice which seemed sharp enough to cut through the books around them, to which Jennifer’s only reply was to smirk innocently.

While Talon worked his way to the hidden compartment, Jennifer strode over to a nearby bookshelf playfully, washing her gaze over the lightly embossed titles labelling each spine. At random she picked one out and began to flip through it. The endless rows of perfectly lined tomes reminded her of her childhood back in Ro’ell. As a prodigy child to an ambitious father, she’d spend days pouring over past studies and magical spells. Such was life as a fledgling mage. Those too weak to survive and faltered in their skills either died or found themselves rendered crippled from disastrous backfires. Goaded on relentlessly by her family, sleep was short and food was scarce, only more texts and manuscripts were a plentiful. The ever present threat of the lash drove her to near madness as she struggled to compete with her siblings and master her magic. But by Reev did she miss it.

Talon handed her a note after having read it himself and then returned to investigate the contents of the safe. Wiping away the black fringe over her eyes, Jennifer eyed the parchment carefully, picking out the words relevant to their quest.

Take the brace, it will help you. Lord V'lyn. Beware Barthlomel.

The excited thoughts which burst to her mind where immediately interrupted as a white light consumed Talon, contrasting starkly against his dark clothes and illuminating the room brightly. She watched, mildly confused at first as the young man was lifted off the ground, silent at first before his screams of agony echoed throughout the building, startling her. A low whistle escaped her lips as she trampled over the books on the floor and made her way to him like an inquisitive cat. The book she’d taken was still open within her palms as she maintained her distance from him, warily avoiding him like he was a ticking time bomb. Jennifer refused to draw closer until she caught the silvery glint of a bracelet over the assassin's wrist, causing a wry grin to break across her face. Eventually she called out to him, even though she was certain he couldn’t hear her through the feedback of pain and memories.

“Just bear with it my dear assassin, the pain will end soon,” she muttered blandly.

She stepped aside as he was unceremoniously dropped to the floor. Talon’s shoulders ran up and down as he took unsteady breaths, the pain still evident across his face. A cartoon smile looked down at him as her book snapped shut, grabbing his attention as she crouched down in front of him. "Now tell me Talon, tell me exactly what was it that the bracelet showed you.” she pondered icily, tossing her book aside like rubbish.

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Rania Birviel Character Portrait: Soran Keel

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"Now tell me Talon, tell me exactly what was it that the bracelet showed you,” Jennifer's voice took his attention as she snapped a book shut and tossed it behind her. She crouched down next to him, a smile across her lips like always. Talon was beginning to expect that smile at all times no matter what, he could be lying in a pool of his own blood and she would probably still smile at him.

Taking a deep breath he calmed his body and settled his breathing, "I saw dragons, red, white and black all fighting each other. It was war, but there was one dragon that stood out among the rest. He was larger, red in color with burning red eyes," he closed his eyes and rubbed at his temple, trying to keep the images in order as best he could, "That one seemed to be in control of the fighting, but I don't know what dragons were on his side. They all seemed to be on their own... He destroyed villages and towns with a single sweep of his claw. I've never seen such power before. Then I saw three dragons attacking him, they were red, white, and black again. The three of them managed to kill the larger dragon, but they also perished right after, their power spent too. I didn't know that all three dragons had magic at one time, only the reds do because of the mages."

He sat up then, pushing up with his hands to be level with her as she sat crouched next to him. Raising his hand he pulled back the sleeve and eyed the silver brace that seemed to glow perpetually now. It was a soft glow, nothing that would hinder him in the darkness, but it seemed... shinier than before. His body felt stronger too, a different kind of power residing in him than that of Riena's touch. He flexed his fingers, pulling the hand into a fist, every muscle contracting as he did so, then he released it and looked back at her.

"That's all I saw," he sighed and got to his feet, "It's time we head back to Crystacia," he said as he waited for her to join him. They would reach Crystacia by mid morning. If Jennifer didn't know much of what he'd seen, then perhaps Locien could help fill in the gaps.

I think that bracelet will continue to show you things as events progress, my little assassin, Vy offered.

Maybe, but if it happens like that every time I'm going to be dead before we can do anything about these rebels.

Vy laughed, You'll be just fine.


City Crystacia

Soran Keel

The city was destroyed, entire sections missing even. Fires still burned as he made his way through the city, using the darkness as his pathway. He silently crept through the dark alleys, his yellow eye glowing and the only indicator that something was sleeking through the darkness. He knew that Locien was there, he could feel the dark elf's very presence like water cascading over his body. He trembled at the thought, knowing that his adversary was so close to him. Patience was key, stealth was priority. He moved fast, but not too fast, enjoying the sensation that prickled across him.

It was in no time that he reached the barracks where the activity in the city seemed to have moved. He watched from the darkness as guards moved back and forth across the entrance, a couple of dragons in the sky. He was going to have to be quick, though he hated the idea of killing quickly. Still if he wanted the dark elf, he would have to do what was necessary. From the darkness, two knives flipped handle over end and took one guard through his throat, the other knife would have made it's mark had the man not turned just in time. The blade went through his shoulder, knocking him backwards, but Soran was there to meet him. Right behind the man, a strong grip took his jaw and top of his head. With a quick twist there was a soft 'crack' and the man dropped, his neck broken.

Soran moved into the barracks, wasting no time as he went. Another guard fell to his knife as he slowly shoved it through the elf's back, one hand over the man's mouth to keep the screaming from alerting anyone. As Soran laid the elf down onto the ground, his sharp gaze spotted the fleeting figure of the dark elf he hunted. Peering through the sheeting at the front of the barracks he spotted one woman who might be trouble for him, but otherwise the rest of the elves inside were too injured to be of any importance to him.

The knife came quickly, handle over edge and only glinting once against the fire light. His aim wasn't to kill her, only to pin her down so she could watch Locien die and he would savor her last. Or maybe he would kill her first and make Locien suffer? The thought was fleeting and gone before it could even form a plan. He came out of the darkness with both blades pulled from his belt just as a soft pink was beginning to fill the eastern sky. A wicked smile curved his lips as his eyes locked onto Locien as he shot towards him, both swords held out at either side of him.

"Found you."

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Jennifer Live

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Talon took several moments to recollect himself, his deep breaths a spontaneous coping mechanism as much as they were necessary. Jennifer waited patiently, her smile still wide on her lips as Talon’s jagged tone found its composure, "I saw dragons, red, white and black all fighting each other. It was war, but there was one dragon that stood out among the rest. He was larger, red in color with burning red eyes."

To this Jennifer’s thoughts flashed back to the name mentioned in the warning on the note, Barthomel. As Talon continued to explain, his mystified voice reached her ears, breaking her from her reverie, "That one seemed to be in control of the fighting, but I don't know what dragons were on his side. They all seemed to be on their own... He destroyed villages and towns with a single sweep of his claw. I've never seen such power before. Then I saw three dragons attacking him, they were red, white, and black again. The three of them managed to kill the larger dragon, but they also perished right after, their power spent too. I didn't know that all three dragons had magic at one time, only the reds do because of the mages."

She’d had an inkling ever since they’d last been in Skyfall but now it was almost confirmed. Jennifer’s cartoony smile was almost painfully wide now. Her eyes narrowed seemingly in confirmation of her recognition. Talon’s story was a tale she was more than aware of. Having sifted through untold thousands of texts in her past, one story in particular always resonated within her for the misery associated with it. That tale was the pox mark in the history of current civilisation, the dark shadow of the ancient dragon Barthomel. In years long forgotten, Barthomel was once an undisputed ruler, feared as the most powerful overlord the world had ever seen. That was until he was overthrown in exactly the way Talon had so kindly narrated.

”The rebellion has begun and he will be born again, hu?” she recited softly. Contrary to belief, Jennifer held little regard for the rebel’s plans. By the way her sharp brown eyes sank towards the floor, it wouldn’t even be a stretch to call her jaded at the prospect.

"That's all I saw, it's time we head back to Crystacia," Talon exhaled his anxiety as he rose upright, but Jennifer’s apprehension returned with a vengeance at the prospect of more flying. Perhaps he did enjoy torturing her in such a manner.

Following his example, the lithe mage straightened her bent knees and stood up, her cruel smile never failing to leave her face. “I guess it’s safe to say that the rebels were trying to hide that information by coming here,” she postulated, referring to the now bloody corpses, “Barthomel, does the name mean nothing to you?” She asked him then, raising a thin, black eyebrow towards the young assassin. Judging by the lack of alarm from reading his father’s note, Jennifer hardly needed to ask, but she couldn’t resist the chance to taunt him again. Opening her palms in a helpless gesture, the mage shrugged blithely then, “Seems not. Even though your father literally spelled it out for you, I must say, I’d be ashamed if I had to entrust such an important piece of information with such a lacklustre son.”

She waited for the irritation to become clear on his face before continuing. “The story you describe sounds like the most significant event taken right out of a history textbook, not that you assassin’s have any appreciation for reading,” again with the taunt, “Barthomel was an age old dragon, the ultimate dragon perhaps. He was so fearsome it took three great dragons to simply banish him. Now with that in mind, it should be simple even for someone like you could draw the link between the rebel’s self entitled name and all the nonsense they’ve been spouting.”

Jennifer sidled up to Talon, her supple lips stretching into a yawn as her arms wrapped around his. “All just speculation without evidence of course,” she mumbled, barely masking her yawn with a hand. Her head rested against his bicep like it were a pillow, feeling his hardened muscles tighten reflexively. Despite her antics, she still couldn’t erase the lack of sleep over the last forty-eight hours. “You bloody assassin’s are relentless though. Assuming I survive the flight back to Crystacia, I’ll be tapping out if you don’t mind. Magic isn’t fuelled by thoughts alone.”

The setting changes from City Skyfall to Dragoon

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Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Rania Birviel Character Portrait: Damascus Lion. Character Portrait: Lyuze Pyren Character Portrait: Soran Keel

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"Then you handle him Zonian hunter, I have a feeling I have my own enemy to worry about at the moment." Locien told Damascus angrily as he held his sword handle very carefully.

Rania cried out as a knife pinned her on the wall. She struggled to pull it out only to see another Dark Elf appear out of nowhere and rushing towards Locien at a fast rate. Locien barely had time to unsheathe his sword and cross blades with him. Her eyes widened as she saw on Locien's face a dark look of rage.

"Soran, you're wanting to lose the other one then? You blasted murderer, you should've stayed in whatever hole you crawled out of traitor." Locien stated in clenched teeth as he then leaped onto the banister and beckoned the man he once called comrade to come after him. "Come on then Soran! You want to kill me don't you?! For taking out your eye, but I must say, that new eye is an improvement!"

"Locien, do not tap into the amulet's power, we gotta just fight him long enough till Talon gets back and we can shake Soran off then." Zoron told Locien in the depths of his mind.

"Who said I'd use the amulet?! Worrisome Dragon!" Locien snapped back as he then leaped off the balcony and onto the ground below. "You will pay Soran, for making the Seeker CRY!" As he said those words he got into a ready stance.

Rania was still there, astounded by Locien's burst of rage as she ripped the sleeve caught on the knife off of it. She then immediately made a beeline for the exit of the barracks.

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Lyuze climbed the alley walls as she hoped to keep onto the shadows and made her way to a shady spot near the barracks. She then saw the Dark Elf she was after getting attacked by another Assassin. "Darn, competition..." She muttered under her breath as she decided to wait until the moment was right to either interrupt the battle between two male dark elves to finish. She wanted to be the one to handle the Seeker's Pride, if it is the man she was after.

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Character Portrait: Azmirian Character Portrait: Rania Birviel

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RANIA!! shrieked Azzie in pain and fear as the slicing pain of her knife wound sent him toppling off a building. He picked up the pace, tail bleeding heavily and sight starting to tilt. He raced down the roads to the barracks, following her mind's link to his. Within the time she had exited the building, he was there. He raced up to her, eyes bleary with terror for her safety and tail tattered. Stars above, love, don't you ever let me leave you again. Without her consent, he picked her up with one claw carefully, placed her at the base of his neck, and took off at the straightest gallop he could muster. He tried desperately not to teeter into buildings or other obstructions, and was for the most part successful. Not everything was cleared, though, and the pain from them both left him delerious. He tried to absorb the brunt of her pain unto himself for her sake and continued to shield his tail's searing from her.

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Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Rania Birviel Character Portrait: Damascus Lion. Character Portrait: Lyuze Pyren Character Portrait: Soran Keel Character Portrait: Moseun Zarka.

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"Locien now i shall help you.As my ally it is my duty to show to this idiot my power."
I said confident in myself then i jumped off the balcony on the ground.
".This fool is nothing compared with my crossbow.We can crush him."
I told this time being eager to shoot in what it seems that was Locien's enemy.

It was an very tensionate situation so i decided that momentanly i must let the opponent to make the first move.
From what Locien told about him,this guys Soran at some point losed his eye.
Observing Soran's new eye as it was i started thinking that maybe he became powerful.
"Astarod what do you think about his eye,that eye.?"I asked my dragon.

Astarod replied me in my mind"I am pretty sure that his new eye is an enhancement."
"Enhancement.This means that he is more powerful now."
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"She got away.I said nervously.Lyuze was in this alleway but now she escaped.
I decide to go to the barracks.Then i scream knowing that she wasn't too far from me"
Lyuze you shall not escape.You shall be hunted like an animal."
As i approached the barracks i could saw that someone made it's way to the same place as me by destroying everything.

A person who indeed was powerful.That person could be Soran?My second target.But i wasn't sure until i saw Damascus and other persons including an injured elf woman.
I looked on my list and only then i realizated that even Locien Kestal was there.Lyuze,I was at a small distance from them but i observed that Locien and Soran were preparing to fight."Locien Kestal,Soran Keel,Damascus Lion and Lyuze Pyren.I found 4 thropies.For thropies for The Dragon's Scourge."I told to myself in my mind.

Even if i was at a small distance from them i didn't wanted to interrupt their fight as they would become more weaked after the fight so an potential battle between me and one of them could give an advantage.

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“Here.” With a quick nosedive, Wily snatched the piece of bread from Elanor's hand, landing on the rock the halfling sat on for a much needed break. They had settled in the forest that housed Yeveen, another neutral city that may sate Elanor's needs for the time being.

It was one of the cities she thought to be safe, as with her trip, the halfling picked up some curious gossip on how a rebellion had began to tear down major settlements. From what Elanor could gather Skyfall had... Heh. Ironically, fallen. Not from the sky, though.

Whatever or whoever was doing this, Elanor figured the safest route to take was to keep away from aligned cities, and just stick to the neutral ones. That, wasn't the only reason Yeveen was her next stop, though. Some of her 'old friends', or at least people who were running under the same name, had been performing in Yeveen, and Elanor decided to check it out, maybe find a clue or two of their current whereabouts.

“C'mon, Wily,” The halfling spoke, jumping off of the boulder that stood on the side of the dirt road that lead to their next stop. The trip? Uneventful, as was always the case. Elanor did manage to strip a travelling merchant of a few apples, but that was about it. Entering the city, however, was another matter.

Elanor was unsure if the main entrance would be guarded, but opted not to go there in case it was. Instead, she was able to sneak through the steel bars that were blocking entrance to the sewers. It stank, yes, but the route was ten times better than being questioned by a bunch of guardsmen.

Or at the very least, that was what Elanor thought. Little did she know that Yeveen wasn't that large a town. Not like Kingsburrow, anyway. “Blergh! I got the stench of crap all over my clothes, as if they weren't dirty enough...” The halfling muttered, climbing out of the dumpsite and into an alley-way.

“Well then, let us see what trouble we can stir up. Ain't that right, Wily?” The woman grinned at her companion, the tiny golden dragon hastily flying around Elanor to express his excitement. It was a bummer that he couldn't speak, whether physically or mentally, but his flailing and excited squeaks made the creature all the more endearing.

Sighing in relief, both Elanor and Wily set foot onto the streets of Yeveen...

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Jennifer Live

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“I guess it’s safe to say that the rebels were trying to hide that information by coming here. Barthomel, does the name mean nothing to you? Seems not. Even though your father literally spelled it out for you, I must say, I’d be ashamed if I had to entrust such an important piece of information with such a lacklustre son.”

Her eyebrow rose as she looked up at him. Talon could feel his anger rising as her voice continued. Slowly, his eyebrow came down in utter irritation as he listened to her, unable to think of a proper response to her. This woman was bound to make him crazy. If it wasn't her total lack of concern that worried him, it was her attitude that made him utterly irate. He could feel the tension beginning to form between his shoulder blades, every muscle contracting as she continued.

“The story you describe sounds like the most significant event taken right out of a history textbook, not that you assassin’s have any appreciation for reading,” Talon's eyebrow twitched and his jaw ground together, but he amazingly kept his thoughts to himself as she continued, “Barthomel was an age old dragon, the ultimate dragon perhaps. He was so fearsome it took three great dragons to simply banish him. Now with that in mind, it should be simple even for someone like you could draw the link between the rebel’s self entitled name and all the nonsense they’ve been spouting.”

“All just speculation without evidence of course. You bloody assassin’s are relentless though. Assuming I survive the flight back to Crystacia, I’ll be tapping out if you don’t mind. Magic isn’t fuelled by thoughts alone.”

Talon rolled his eyes, a growling sigh escaping him as he tilted his head backwards and raised his eyes to look at the ceiling. Her body curled against his arm, her head resting against him. Her yawn was not missed by him and he realized that she was utterly spent. For a mere moment he felt sympathetic towards her, but quickly brushed it away. The last thing he wanted was for her to think he was weak, at least anymore so than she already thought him to be.

"You can sleep along the way," he told her, trying to keep his voice hard as he started leading her out of the building. Once outside, he quickly climbed up onto Vy and reached down to pull Jennifer up in front of him. The way she was seated would be just fine for her if she wished to sleep, that way his arms that held the reigns of his dragons mouth piece could hold her properly. There would be no way she would fall.

Vy took off into the darkness, the cold air a nice welcome to him as they flew, the heat of the battle wearing away quickly though. It would be a cold flight, but he was used to it, though internally he worried that Jennifer might get too cold. He didn't say anything though, knowing that if she wanted warmth she would probably use him or cast a spell to make her body warm. Either way, he was sure she would be just fine.

They would be back in Crystacia by morning.

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Jennifer Live

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"You can sleep along the way,"

Talon’s discomfort almost elicited a snort of laughter from the illusion mage as she watched him turn his head in the opposite direction like she was a cancer growing against him. Not an entirely incongruous description. Linked through their arms, she allowed herself to be led outside of the building and back into the courtyard. The shrill chirping of crickets filled her ears with each step as they made their way back to Talon's awaiting dragon. A chilly breeze worked its way around them, prickling her exposed skin and sending chills down her spine. Talon stepped ahead, brushing besides his silver dragon and climbing aboard before he offered offered her assistance.

Jennifer grinned broadly and nestled up to him, taking full advantage of his offer as the assassin brought her up between his arms. She could feel his warmth and heartbeat simultaneously as she leaned her head against his firm chest, shifting herself until she was fully comfortable. As they lifted off, her stomach lurched up to her throat as they rose in altitude, the cold air sticking to her face and forcing her eyes shut.

“You’re as disgustingly considerate as ever,” Jennifer muttered, trying to make the best of her break whilst ignoring the growing sickness within her waist. She clamped a hand over her lower body in a bid to contain her vomit. The high frequency off flights in such a short period of time made her feel like her organs were caving in, causing her face to become all the more paler.

“Even to someone like me,” she continued, managing to force a wide smirk over her lips, “Your acting so far has been rather enjoyable Talon, but I’ve never believed in chivalry and honour, so I’ll enjoy peeling away that facade of yours.”

She yawned again, eyeing him carefully with that same smirk fixed to her features. “Feel like throwing me off your dragon yet? It would be incredibly simple. And, you’d never have to listen to another sentence of my poisonous words ever again.”

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Character Portrait: Olivia Wildbane

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With the wind brushing through her long brown hair, the dark-red cloak gently swaying across her long legs, the elven longbow gracefully moving with Olivia's body as her leather boots kicked off in the long dirt road that would lead to her next destination: The marvellous white city, Crystacia.

It had been a long trip, and a lonely one at that. It would be a welcoming change to once again mingle with the civilized world, the wood elf's ears twitching merrily at the thought of it.

Musing in her own song, Olivia came to a halt at the image of a carcass that lay in a disgusting pool of crimson-red liquid. The sight made the elf feel uneasy, her voice having stopped the lovely chant, her lips now nibbled on by her own teeth as her elven mind processed the scene and attempted to come with a conclusion.

With slow, steady steps, Olivia stepped in for a closer investigation, her body kneeling on the dirty road. “Who has done this to you, my dear...” The elven woman muttered, noting the cuts, varying in size and severity, that were scattered across her body.

With a sigh, Olivia raised her left hand, her index finger gently brushing away some of the locks of hair that covered the victim's neck. The fatal wound that bled her to death was there. This was not the work of an animal, not one that acts on instinct, anyway.

“A mugging? No.” The elven female muttered, noting that the victim's belongings were still in her possession. With a sigh, Olivia rose from her kneeling position, mentally bracing herself for what may cross her path. “The wind feels eerie now... There is trouble ahead.”

Once again, her feet pressed onward to Crystacia, the eerie wind not leaving the wood elf's side during said trip.





It was as she feared, Crystacia had been brought to a ruin. The magnificent white city had been crushed into a pile of debris, small fires and carcasses still crowding the abandoned streets that were once known to be filled with its lively citizens. It felt... Abandoned, yet Olivia could sense the presence of a few beings among the ruins. Survivors?

There were remnants of battle, but those were only stragglers that have long abandoned their fighting spirit, allowing Olivia to move freely within the scorching surroundings, thankfully.

As the wood elf investigated further, she could hear cries for battle, words like 'kill' and 'pay' reaching her sensitive ears. Had the attack not ended yet? Olivia pressed onward, locating the cries that had come from just outside a fortified building close-by...

The setting changes from City Crystacia to Dragoon

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Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Lyuze Pyren Character Portrait: Soran Keel

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(Okay Folks here comes the collab me and Qaida did of the Confrontation of Soran and Locien!)

As he expected Locien was just as quick as ever. His sword lifted just in time to block Soran's two blades as they came in at the dark elf like a scissor. The blades were locked, his in an X with Locien's dead center between them. Soran pushed, leaning his entire weight into the weapons, causing them to scream across the dark elf's sword. The sound sent chills down Soran's back, the kind of chills that were thrilling.

"Soran, you're wanting to lose the other one then? You blasted murderer, you should've stayed in whatever hole you crawled out of traitor. Come on then Soran! You want to kill me don't you?! For taking out your eye, but I must say, that new eye is an improvement!"

Locien leapt backwards and landed gracefully on the banister behind him. Soran's blades finished their original move, cutting through empty air. His lips twisted into a sickening smile as he slowly straightened, his gaze only fixed upon Locien. He ignored anyone else in the room. Too caught up in his delirious thoughts on how Locien had wronged him, and the plans on how he was going to kill the man before him. He ran his tongue across his lips as his eyes gave off a kind of shimmer of excited malice.

"Oh," he purred, "You have no idea how wonderful this new eye is. I've gained power that I'm just dying to show you, dear Locien," he said, acid pouring from each and every word, "I'll enjoy every scream I pull from you tonight. You're running ends here. I will finally have my revenge on you."

Pulling his body into position he lunged at Locien, the blades held outwards just as before. However, as he got closer to Locien, his body twisted and he went into a full spin, one blade leading, the other following. Power filled his body, it would only take one touch to paralyze Locien, one touch and it was all over.

Just hearing Soran's words of wanting eternal revenge on him set Locien's face to near rage. He jumped from his position to dodge his spin attack and took a slice towards one of Soran's arms to nick one of his arms out of action so it would be even weapons. The amulet about his neck was pulsing green as his mind dove in and out of his rage, as if it was poised to unleash it's power upon Locien.

"You simply never learn do you? You lost the duel, fair and square. You were judged fair and square, what would you merit by this blind obsession of vengeance?" Locien said through clenched teeth holding his sword in another ready stance as if he was switching to a different style of swordsmanship. "You've learned nothing but how to fall deeper into the pit you dug."

The blade came at him as Locien dodged his next attack. Steel cut across his upper arm, just deep enough to make it useless to try to wield the enormous sword in his hand. So he dropped the weapon, ignoring it completely as he turned to face the dark elf's new position. A wry smile curved his lips, the dull pain through his arm not affecting him at all.

"You let her die, Locien. So it's your fault. I had never had anything precious to me until her, but you let her die," he flipped his blade in his hand as he took a step forwards, "I can't allow you to live. That would just," he stopped, taking a deep breath and raising his mismatched eyes upwards as if he were agitated, "haunt me, to let you live."

He lunged forward, his sword held diagonally across his body as he prepared to strike Locien straight across his chest.

Locien raised his sword to block the oncoming attack as his face turned ever more raging at Soran's words. "Leave. her. out of this Soran." Locien said in an emotionless tone of anger. In the oncoming swordlock they seemed to look like two wolves fighting for a scrap of meat. Locien backflipped away from the flip and was ready to engage in an attack of his own when a crossbow bolt whizzed by his face as he saw a dark elven woman charge into the fray.

"How many people are after me today!?" Locien exclaimed in a comical angry tone.

"Im your only concern Casshern." Lyuze stated as she drew her two swords. Locien's eyes widened as he recognized one of the swords she drew in her hands.

"You're Zianro's sister or else you wouldn't have called me By the ancient Elvahn word for 'Seeker's Pride'." Locien said as he kept his eyes on both her and Soran, how could he possibly handle two foes at once? "Miss Pyren, I'll let you have a chance to avenge your brother's death soon, but of course I have to juggle both you and my former kinsman."

"That's fine by me!" Lyuze yelled out as she sliced at Locien, causing him to jump away from the attack. He had a feeling the next attack would come from Soran and readied himself for that attack.

Soran's instinct was the only thing that kept him from being impaled by the crossbow bolt that flew between them. He stopped mid stride as he'd been chasing after Locien when the dark elf had back flipped. The cross bolt flew right passed him, nearly cutting across his neck, even so, he could feel a thin trickle of his own blood slowly spill down to his collarbone.

Turning his sharp gaze, he caught sight of a striking young woman as she too attacked Locien. At first he admired her as she swiftly set to a string of attacks. Then, he grew angry at her for stepping in and taking his prey without permission. Not that he would have given it anyway.

Soran's power filled him as he watched her, waiting for the block from Locien. Once it came, he went after her, his eyes narrowed dangerously, "Who said you were allowed to fight him?" Soran growled as he came in at the woman fast. He swung his blade at her, hoping to take her down in one strike, though at the back of his mind, he wouldn't have minded killing her slowly.

Locien was surprised at how Zianro's sister was, in almost every aspect save for her swordsmanship, like her brother. He couldn't help but give a small grin during their fight. During one sword lock, however Lyuze managed to push Locien away.

But then Soran came charging in angry at being ignored for that fraction of a time, with a slight scratch on his neck. Locien's eyes widened as his mind flashed to the moment he imagined how Soran killed his betrothed. "No, not again, No no no no....." Locien's teeth clenched as the words escape his mouth. In a flash Locien rushed to Soran and sent a powerful punch towards him, just as Lyuze managed to pull her blades to a defensive state.

"I have allies coming back soon Soran, Im sure you don't want to meet them." Locien stated. Lyuze was in a state of shock as she backed away in confusion, why did the Pride of the Seeker save her from the other assassin out for his head.

"Wh-Why?" She asked out loud.

Soran raised his arm and caught Locien's punch into the hard bone of his forearm. A slight pain wracked him, shooting up his arm to his shoulder, but he ignored it. Instead a wild light filled his eyes as he turned his gaze to the dark elf. His wicked smile that never seemed to leave his lips grew wider.

"Protecting her hu? My what a shocking coincidence. I wonder how it feels to not have been there to keep her from being killed. It's your fault, Locien. You know this as well as I," Soran's voice was deep, dripping with acid. Snatching his other hand outwards, he caught Locien in a tight grasp, his fist gathering the elf's clothing at the neck and pulling him closer. His magic long forgotten, Soran savored the look in Locien's eyes.

"What if I immobilized you and made you watch as I kill her too? What would it matter to you? She just tried to shoot a cross bolt at you. Why should she live? I can take care of her for you, Locien. Then you and I can be uninterrupted in our glorious reunion," Soran pulled his sword back and pressed the tip of it against Locien's shoulder.

Locien's face turned more wrathful as Soran inked his words of dark malice upon him as he grabbed him and pinned him down. He was going to be immobilized and he knew he had to work fast before the sword pierced his arm.

"Sorry Zoron, but it's an emergency." Locien apologized to his Dragon in his thoughts in which he only heard a small growl of understanding and support. As soon as he heard that he grabbed hold of the amulet around his neck and whispered, "I awake in repentance." As he said those words he kissed the amulet as it started to glow it's green glow as he grabbed onto Soran's arm.

"You forgot something Soran. As Pride of the Seeker, I am a direct descendant of One of the first Elvahn that became Dark Elves, and was appointed by the Seeker himself to be as such." Locien stated as he threw Soran towards a wall. Getting up Lyuze saw a shocking change to the Pride of the seeker's appearance. His normal Violet eyes had started to glow as green as the amulet.

"Like I said before, Soran. There are going to be some allies of mine coming anytime now. Of course one is already here." Locien stated as clear as day while he grasped the amulet again, whispering, "Sleep in forgiveness." and kissed it once more, causing the glow on both amulet and eyes to fade. "You remember him well, Soran. If I give the word, He'll lick his chops for the rest of you. You're going to be outmatched Soran, so what will you do?"

The strength that had Soran lifted off his feet and thrown into the wall was unexpected, but exhilarating. Even as he hit the wall, coughed up a bit of blood, he still smiled at Locien. Doubled over from the blow he took, his sword now on the floor, he allowed his own power to fill him once again. Both weapons raised from the floor and came back to his hands, but that wasn't his real skill in magic. The paralyzing touch filled him as he leveled his gaze at the man.

"Comrades you say? Then all the more pleasure for me!" He cried and lunged at Locien, turning his blades in a deadly whirlwind, his body doing the same spin as he'd done before, but faster. It didn't matter to Soran if the others came, it only mattered that he had Locien right in front of him.

( and There! Kudos for Qaida for her superb help in making this fight come to life! :D)

The setting changes from Dragoon to City Kingsburrow

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The fire was dead, it had been for quite a while. Yet something seemed to hold him in front of the large stone mantle. Something he couldn't quite place. "Alone are we?Mind having a woman for some company?" A tired grunt was all Thane chose to answer with, showing that he really didn't mind being alone or having her as company either way. His attitude would be no different from what he could tell. Her voice was soft, too soft almost. Something was amiss here. "How about entertaining me for a while, yes?" Without a word, Thane moved to stand and was met with a small knife slicing its way across his chest. The cut fabric fell away to show his breastplate, a fresh scratch adorning the center of it. While it hadn't done much damage, Thane despised the mark on his chest and resolved that when he was finished, if the metal hadn't mended itself, he would repair and re-sigil it personally. "Bitch." He muttered, wrapping his massive hand around her knife-toting fist. "That'll take me a good hour to repair. I didn't want to work more today." Standing, he lifted her by the hand he'd clenched in his own fist until she was on par with him height-wise. "that was extremely rude, awakening a poor traveler with a knife. Were you not taught better?" He dropped her back to the floor and pushed her away as soon as her feet hit the carpet. "Go home child. You'd do well to not aggravate a Nephilim." He announced loud enough for the few remaining barflies to overhear. That would normally be enough to stave off any who would openly attack him, but if not, his actions always spoke much louder than he.

The setting changes from City Kingsburrow to City Crystacia

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Thane Illuvatar Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Damascus Lion. Character Portrait: Lyuze Pyren Character Portrait: Soran Keel Character Portrait: Vier Character Portrait: Moseun Zarka. Character Portrait: Olivia Wildbane

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Talon V'lyn

“You’re as disgustingly considerate as ever,” the mage muttered under her breath. Talon rolled his eyes as Vy flew steady towards Crystacia. He could tell that she wasn't enjoying the flight at all and he took comfort in that fact. It was his one pay back against her constant taunts.

“Even to someone like me. Your acting so far has been rather enjoyable Talon, but I’ve never believed in chivalry and honour, so I’ll enjoy peeling away that facade of yours.”

Talon snorted in response, "It may seem like a facade to you, but I assure you there's nothing to 'peel away'," he answered coldly. Irritation easily spilling to the forefront of his emotions. In return, Vy's laughter could be heard through their connection and Talon's frown deepened.

“Feel like throwing me off your dragon yet? It would be incredibly simple. And, you’d never have to listen to another sentence of my poisonous words ever again.”

He let his gaze drop down to her eyes, staring at her for a long moment before answering. His lips pulled into an evil smile as he looked at her, "Now that would be too easy. To let you off like that would just be a waste. I'm enjoying the fact that you're so utterly uncomfortable when you're riding Vy. Don't worry, Jennifer, you'll get used to it soon enough. Though, if you don't, that's fine by me as well," he said with a soft laugh. He would never throw her off the dragon, no matter how much she aggravated him.

That's because you would miss it, Vy said slyly.

You are ridiculous.

I'm just stating a fact. You're feelings are too easy to read, my little assassin.

Talon's eyebrow twitched as he glowered at his dragon. He didn't answer the large silver beast as they came into view of the city. The sunlight was rising, lifted far up over the mountains. The cold air was beginning to warm up, but not nearly enough yet to brush off the freezing of the night air. Vy circled around, coming down low as they prepared to land near the barracks.

Something's wrong, Talon, Vy advised him as he landed, shaking the earth with his huge weight.

Talon dismounted quickly, landing fluidly with the cloak like part of his clothes flying upwards for just a second before settling behind him. Turning swiftly he reached up for Jennifer once more and helped her down.

"You should stay here. No need to push yourself further," he told her then started towards the barracks, his hands reaching for the throwing knives in his clothes and unknown to him, the brace glowing slightly as it prepared for a fight.

City Kingsburrow

The little knife hit metal instead of flesh and Vier was startled. Her attempt to wound him had been thwarted and she found herself lifted off the man's lap as he stood. She dangled in the air as he held her arm in his large hand. Pulled up to his enormous height, she stared him in the eye, refusing to let his sheer size deter her. A wicked smile lifted her lips as he dropped her unceremoniously and pushed her away. Landing light on her feet, she stumbled away from him from the shove.

"Go home child. You'd do well to not aggravate a Nephilim." the man rumbled at her.

"I was taught very well," she answered in kind, "And I am no child," her smile widened. Her eyes shot to the side as one of the patrons stood up, his hand on his weapon as he eyed her and the man she was engaged with. Vier's tongue left her mouth and ran across her lips as the warrior drew the weapon slightly from it's sheath as she looked to him.

Power flooded her veins and filled her body. Her fingers splayed open and she lifted her hand, pointing right at the man. Black mist swirled around him, working it's way up towards his chest and mouth. At first he just looked at it as it did nothing to him, but once it reached his throat, he let out a terrified scream. The mist sunk into his body and he lurched forward, blood spraying from lips before he crumpled to the floor.

"Armor or not, I can still kill you," she said with a soft voice turning her attention back to the towering man she'd chosen to fight with. Her heart thrummed as she lifted her gaze. A dagger seemingly appeared in her free hand and she laughed lightly, "But I want to play first before I kill you," she lunged forward then her body light and fast. She used a chair nearby to launch herself upwards and above the mans head, coming down on him from above with her arm pulled back and the dagger ready to plunge into the soft tissue between his collar bone and shoulder.

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"Now that would be too easy. To let you off like that would just be a waste. I'm enjoying the fact that you're so utterly uncomfortable when you're riding Vy. Don't worry, Jennifer, you'll get used to it soon enough. Though, if you don't, that's fine by me as well,"

Jennifer’s body seized up in a fit of chuckles, forcing her eyes to snap shut as she repressed her voice, still vaguely aware of the danger of vomiting out her stomach’s contents. After exhaling through her nose she smiled up at him again, her lips spreading thinly across her cheeks as she angled her eyes up towards his chin.

“Oh? Isn’t that against the teachings of Reina? Not that I mind at all,” she purred, her soft voice reaching his ears despite the wind rushing past their faces.

They circled Crystacia as Talon’s dragon brought them down towards the ominous city. The morning sunlight was poured over the horizon, casting sharp shadows across the city’s ruins as light reflected up off the building’s surfaces, seeping its way through broken windows and skeletal walls. Immediately the city was morphed, its scenery manipulated into something out of a surreal painting. She caught the sun’s warmth brushing lightly against her face, touching her exposed skin and revealing her paleness. Jennifer continued to lean against Talon, the queasiness in her stomach maintaining itself thanks to their flight being far from fluid. Her sleep had been far from comfortable, but any sleep at all was invaluable at this stage.

Approaching the barracks they’d left of at previously, Talon leapt down immediately, anxiety suddenly creeping into his features. Jennifer observed his dark eyes narrowing, as if alerted to some hidden threat as he landed with a quiet thump across the masonry, his black cloak and hair lending him the qualities of a shadow. He reached up to help her down, his strong grip lending her support, to which Jennifer gladly accepted as she toppled to the floor with noticeably less grace. Slowly regaining her composure, she pushed aside her hair, pulling it back behind her ears to stop it irritating her eyes. Free of the obscurity, she looked around, observing their surroundings watchfully.

"You should stay here. No need to push yourself further," Talon suggested before he began to head towards the barracks.

Jennifer plastered a smile onto her face as she glimpsed the dull glint of his throwing knives, her enthusiasm rekindling into a flame. Briefly, she tapped her boots against the ground, as if testing the physicality of the surface, and then took several easy strides to catch up with him.

“That wouldn't be fun at all now, would it? Don’t worry, I can handle myself,” she winked, before her curious gaze was drawn to the faded glow encompassing his wrist. Grinning broadly, she rested her arms together behind her back as she followed him, humming a tune.

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Character Portrait: Thane Illuvatar Character Portrait: Vier

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City Kingsburrow

"Armor or not, I can still kill you, but I want to play first before I kill you."Merely annoyed at the girl's tenacity, Thane sighed. He side stepped and turned, narrowly avoiding Vier's weapon. Meanwhile, he let his abilities weave themselves together and crawl towards the fresh corpse in the room. "I've already told you girl, go home. Nephilim are not the best playmates. Especially one who needs a nap."

He circled around her slowly as he started reading her movements. In one hand, he held a large blade, a short sword to Vier, but more along the lines of a large hunting knife to him. In the light of the inn, the blade looked a pale orange, shadows dancing along it as Thane moved. In the other he held a large sickle. The curved blade shone with a brilliance that could be achieved by no regular steel, the silver and steel metalurgy giving the blade a pale, white sheen, even in this light. After a moment, the sickle fell back to his side, hanging by the leather strap that pierced the bottom of the handle.

"We giants among men have a knack for being puppet masters," He told her as the dead man slowly got to his feet behind Thane. "And to get to the master, one must first go through the puppet." With an astonishing speed, the cadaver picked up his dropped sword and placed himself directly between Vier and Thane, its sole purpose, to defend the necromancer that stood at its back.

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Olivia halted as a large entity circled around the ruins of Crystacia. “A dragon?” The elf whispered, taking a moment to observe its movements. It had landed not far from here, in fact, closer than the elf would've liked it to be. What business would such a beast have in these ruins?

Shaking her head in a gentle manner, Olivia showered her head and face in the shadows that were cast as her hood was cast over her head, her feet once more pressing onward. Something still felt amiss, as if a major threat had still buried itself here.

Travelling down further the same road she had taken, Olivia was greeted by a faint silver shimmer. The organic shape revealing it to be the silhouette of the same dragon that had flown above Crystacia. As it landed, the weak tremor brought unbalance to the elf's footwork as she tried to settle for a better view point.

One of the ruined buildings had left a large enough debris that hid Olivia's presence from the creature and its passengers. One male, who the elf could only describe as a cautious being, definitely human though. The other had her worried slightly, the magical energy that emitted from her body had the elf at an uneasy feeling.

They were headed somewhere, that was for sure, but what their true purpose was in this decaying battle field was even unclear to Olivia. Softly biting her lip, she followed the duo while remaining out of sight, her footsteps as light as feathers as to not make the slightest noise.

The setting changes from City Crystacia to Dragoon

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Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Damascus Lion. Character Portrait: Moseun Zarka.

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"I can't believe,we are again in the same place Damascus i told to myself as memories started to appear
in front of me.The meeting which was almost like an humiliation for me.Not the meeting was a failure i managed to poison him but an person from that city created the antidote for him.Also i didn't remained in the city to prevent this thing. "
I was exploring Yeveen looking for him.The Zonian Hunter was the next person on my list after i
eliminated someone from my own clan.It wasn't that easy to track him but i was astonished by something.
The peoples of Yeveen gathered around me knowing who am i.Instead of recognition and to be
acclamed by them their words were humiliating me.


It was just like Damascus was their hero, in this way
they protected him.Instead of having a nice and quiet fight with him in a isolated place in Yeveen i
found myself fighting with him surrounded by Yeveen soldiers.Everyone was acclaiming to their
assassin,just like Damascus was their hero.Later i would find that the Zonian Hunter was indeed
working for this city and because of this thing he was considered an hero.


From that day i learned an
lesson that Yeveen shall always protect their beloved assassin and also from that day i never entered
the city of Yeveen since if they would catch me again i would be executed. What happened in
that day is my great humiliation and an devastating blow to my pride.The only target i wasn't able to
kill because not only if it's abilities because it was protected and because it was helped by an old
elf.


Assassins are always alone hiding like shadows and when you attack them they die because they
don't have someone to help them but this time was different.But in this case was different all the
soldiers in the city were near me and the Zonian Hunter.The soldiers were waiting for an order to
attack me or just an simple ocasion.In others city i enjoyed watching the assassins how they were
begging me then the rules of those cities for the antidote to my poision.The poision which was gifted
to me by Barthomel when i became his servan."I the Bounty Hunter knowed as the Dragon's Scourge
shall have it's revenge upon the Zonian Hunter.


"I said furios.All this things that i remembered the
humiliance i suffered 20 years ago,the target i wasn't able to kill and that elf who created the antidote for you saving you life.Time to revenge has come.I throwed my iron toward him.I wanted to catch him with my weapon and then to bring my enemy to the place i throwed my weapon. weapon.Just one scratch was all what i needed so that the poison would spread in his body an to cause him an internal hemoragy.


I heard an suspicious sound of an object coming from me.A familiar one,i put my shield near my left arm
in this way dodging what it seems to be the iron claw."So you are here Moseun.What do you want?"
"What do i want you ignorant?I must get my revenge for what you did to me."
"Shut up.You are not here only to kill me.You are here for other assassins."
"Yes i am here to warn you.You the Zonian Hunter,Soran Keel,Lyuze Pyren and Locien Kestal all of you shall be destroyed by me."


"You bastard,you really are dreaming, let us see you into a fight."I told confident in myself.I relaxed thinking that the Bounty Hunter was something easy to deal it so i launched toward his chest an huge fire arrow.Imediately after
i brought back my iron claws using the chain,an huge arrow was coming after me.With an high jump i
managed to avoid it.I decided to shoot two more arrows while he was in the air.As the arrows came to
me managing to predict their location where they could hit.I put my claws in the front of my face
destroying the fragile wooden arrows.I landed on my legs at a short distance from Damascus.I throw my
iron claws at the same time toward Damascus chest.Seeing the iron claws i put the shield in the zone
they were going to hit avoiding this attack.I create an huge fire arrow toward him trying to hit him in his
legs.


"Nice one Damascus."I told him then i jumped in the air avoiding to be hit."A short battle is what i
need.I mustn't kill you so quick i can't get greedy.I shall come again in Crystacia but now i must go into
another city.And Damascus you arrows are good but they need more speed."I said to my enemy then i climbed on my dragon saying to my loial companion "To Kingsburrow my great friend."Don't you worry."My dragon said to me then he started flying toward the city i told him.It wasn't a choice at random i was hoping to find an rebel there maybe someone who could help me.Now i remembered that for one centhury i was waiting that Barthomel to be revived.
But it seems that i had to help those rebels so that Barthomel would be revived.
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"Locien as you heard he is going to Kingsburrow.He is the person that i told you about The Dragon's Scourge.Shall we go after him to eliminate this threat?"I asked Locien waiting from an answer from him.

Setting

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Azmirian Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Rania Birviel Character Portrait: Damascus Lion. Character Portrait: Lyuze Pyren Character Portrait: Soran Keel Character Portrait: Moseun Zarka.

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Locien jumped out of the way of Soran's next attack while he observed Damascus fighting with an elf that was presumed to be the Dragon's Scourge. That man did seem to be obsessed with attacking assassins. Locien Rolled his eyes as he then spied two approaching figures and grinned broadly. "Bout time Talon, was beginning to worry! Come and join the fight I'm in, I'll let you meet a former kinsman of mine that has got to go." Locien shouted as he flipped around and looked at Lyuze. "Well, now's your chance to avenge your brother's death."

Lyuze was still in shock from the fact that her brother's murderer wanted her to have a chance at killing him, much less saving her as well and frowned angrily. "I'm not buying it, you save me only to make me want to kill you?! You're insane if you want that Casshern!"

"My name is Locien Kestal. Before you say your name, I'll guess. Lyuze right? Your brother told me about you a lot, back when he was still alive. I didn't want to kill him. We were friends. But we had two different versions of the same job in which there was a conflict between us." Locien explained. "We both didn't want to fight, but the contracts dictated such. For that I apologize for that sin."

Lyuze only glared even more. "Locien, you can keep your life for now, but whatever you're doing in the City of Crystacia I shall never know, but If I lose sight of you again I might not catch up. So I'll just go with you."

"WHAT?!" Locien shouted in surprise as Lyuze sheathed her blades and walked back to the sidelines.

"Well talk about wanting to keep a quarry close eh Locien?" Zoron stated and gave a growling chuckle.

"Not helping Zoron!" Came the only thoughtful Reply.

---

Rania spotted Talon's dragon near the barracks and sighed with comfort. "Azzy, the others have returned, lets regroup with them and decide our next move!" She shouted to her dragon.

The setting changes from Dragoon to City Crystacia

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Azmirian Character Portrait: Thane Illuvatar Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Rania Birviel Character Portrait: Damascus Lion. Character Portrait: Soran Keel Character Portrait: Vier Character Portrait: Olivia Wildbane

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Soran Keel

"Bout time Talon, was beginning to worry! Come and join the fight I'm in, I'll let you meet a former kinsman of mine that has got to go."

"Fool," Soran growled as he watched the dark elf turn his attention to the woman. Their conversation irritated him and at being tossed aside like he was nothing more than a child was even more infuriating. Soran closed the distance between him and the dark elf, his blades pulled up and leveled to run Locien through. He was no longer interested in taking his time killing the man, he wanted blood.

Soran moved quick, his face an ugly twist of rage. Dark power radiated from his every pore. The magic not only pushed through his skin, but also to his weapons, sheathing each blade in a dark mist that swirled around slowly. With a growl of anger, Soran made to run Locien through as he descended on the dark elf.

Talon V'lyn

He heard the shout from inside the barracks, Locien was calling to him. His tone belied his words, though, he seemed to be angered about something. The assassin picked up the pace and rushed inside. Locien's attention was on another elven woman that he'd never seen before, beckoning for her to try to kill him. Talon raised an eyebrow as he prepared to leap between the two to stop whatever was happening. However, there was a second elf that he didn't notice until the man uttered something he couldn't hear and lunged forward. Twin blades came at Locien who's attention was elsewhere.

Talon knew that if he didn't move, the dark elf would be run through by the stranger with bright white hair and mismatched eyes. The man looked every bit insane as he lunged forward, his face telling Talon that he was intent on killing Locien. The assassin rushed forwards, putting Locien right behind him and raised his dagger to try to block the first hit, knowing the second one would most likely go through him. However, the elf stopped short, his one weapon caught on Talon's dagger, the other pressing against something invisible.

Talon only spared the strange phenomena a single glance before turning his attention to the attacker. His eyebrows came down as he glared at the man, who's lips had pulled into a wicked smile. The stranger pressed forward, leaning in towards Talon, his tongue slipping out between his teeth to run across his thin lips.

"You must be the 'help' that Locien spoke of. Get out of my way, boy," the man growled, his smile turning to a snarl.

Talon didn't answer him, only pushed back harder against the man. The knife slipped slightly, letting the blade cut into his forearm that wasn't covered by the long sleeve. The glowing of the bracelet became brighter as the strange shield strengthened. The magic pulsed and threw the white haired elf away from him. Talon pulled his arm back and threw the throwing knives in his hand. Both projectiles went straight for the man, but he was quick to deflect them. The twin swords flipped upwards in half arcs, nothing but silver blurs as the man moved gracefully.

Talon sheathed his dagger and in the same motion, both hands pulled out another set of knives. Moving forwards quickly, Talon followed the elf as he receded into the darkness of the barracks, a smile ever present on his lips. The first set of knives flew from his hand as he threw them, his arm crossing his body in a full swing. Then his other arm did the same, throwing the next set. The momentum of the throw had his body twisting slightly and as he went into the move, his free hand reached back into his clothes and pulled out three more knives.

They flew from his fingers as he twisted around completely, the momentum from his earlier throw giving the last three more speed. Talon slid to a stop, his body sideways as he glared into the darkness. His eyes had been following the elf's slow movement into the shadows, then finally to the glowing red and yellow of the mismatched eyes until they both disappeared as well. With a soft growl of disappointment, Talon straightened his body, letting his muscles relax before turning back to Locien.

"Who the hell was that?"

City Kingsburrow

Vier

Her eyebrow raised, a smile stretching across her face as she watched the undead step before it's master. Her eyes brightened and her heart quickened with excitement. Yes, she'd done well to pick this one as her next target. Vier's lithe body fluidly took a step back and her arm tightened as she pulled the muscles together. Her throw off to the side was quick and unexpected. The knife went through another patron, the blade sticking out from the man's eye. As he toppled over, Vier let her own dark magic weave across the room and fill the recently dead man. The lifeless corpse stood up and moved to her side.

"Oh how entertaining," she said, a rich, crazed laugh falling from her lips, "Let's see what we each can do, yes?"

She flicked her hand forward and her undead puppet lurched towards the other one, drawing it's own weapon. Shadows wreathed in the corners of the room, spreading to create a darkness that was unnatural to the inn's dining room. With her power thrumming through her, Vier was in her element. It had been a long time since she'd had to use so much power before. She was enjoying this way too much, her body overwhelmed with expectations from the Nephilim before her.

Tendrils of darkness swarmed across the floor, covering her as she called it to her to take her from one place to the next. At the same time she ordered the darkness to slowly curve its way around the man, holding him in place so she could attack him. She disappeared from where she was, lost in the darkness. Her body was moving forward though she couldn't feel it. Vier appeared on top of a table in mid stride as if she were running, then she was lost again. Turned to face him, she was now using the large structural beam overhead as her place of launch.

Crouched down, her legs shot forward propelling her body down towards the tall man like lightning. Vier's arm was pulled back once more, ready to plunge the weapon down into the top of his shoulder. All the while her eyes wild and her mouth curved upwards. The darkness was still attached to her, making it seem as if she had a cloak of black mist trailing right behind her as she shot downwards.

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The white dragon smiled deleriously and obeyed, giggling softly to himself. There was no reason for everything to be so funny, but they were. He held his ragged tail gingerly off the ground and teetered back to the barracks clumsily. Hee hee, love? Hee, you really need to start dodging the sweets, my knees are getting all wobbly, darling! Hee hee! His knees shivered, joined quickly by his spine and rustling wings. That was funny to him, and his back jerked with his huffing laughter.

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Azmirian Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Rania Birviel Character Portrait: Damascus Lion. Character Portrait: Lyuze Pyren Character Portrait: Olivia Wildbane

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Locien sighed as he sheathed his blade at the thought of Soran getting away. Upon hearing Talon's question he frowned very visibly. "His name is Soran Keel. He was once a part of my clan thirty years back. But then he performed a very serious crime." He took a deep breath before saying his next few words, trying hard to keep his blood from boiling with rage.

"Keep calm Locien." Zoron cautioned his charge as he looked at The landing Azmirian and Rania quickly getting off.

"What did this Soran do Locien?" Rania asked curiously. She knew she didn't want to pry but then stood still as Locien gripped his chest and clenched his teeth in pain.

"He killed a woman." Locien answered. "Lady Rivera Galadiir, Daughter of Lord Ildhrenion. She was my betrothed. In the fight against Soran that followed, I plucked out his right eye and fed it to Zoron. Then the Clan chased him off. He was banished. But it seems now, thirty years later, the past returns to haunt me. Seems also that he's learned a bit of black magic, otherwise that new eye of his is a glass eye. He's become utterly insane and obsessed with killing me for ruining his life."

"That was also when you killed my brother while you both were on different sides of an assignment." Lyuze butted into the conversation. "Greetings. The Tiger's eyes fall upon us all. I am Lyuze Pyren of the Pyren clan."

"She is the sister of my mentor and friend, Sir Zianro Pyren. He was my best friend." Locien stated with a hint of regret that Lyuze started to catch. "She'll be joining us, it's not my choice at any rate."

"Maybe she'll help you move on from Vera young one." Zoron stated, doing his chuckle once more.

"Again Not helping Zoron!" Locien stated out loud to his green dragon, which only made it worse as the dragon started to laugh. To make it worse Lyuze hid a giggle. "Anyway, did you find out anything about a possible heir to Crystacia, or anything concerning where the True Dragons may strike next?"

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Azmirian Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Rania Birviel Character Portrait: Damascus Lion. Character Portrait: Lyuze Pyren Character Portrait: Soran Keel Character Portrait: Olivia Wildbane

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Jennifer leapt up against a balustrade casually as Talon forged ahead of her, the young assassin beckoned by Locien’s cry for assistance. Balancing her lithe frame with her arms outstretched, she took several slow, exaggerated steps forwards as if she were walking over a tightrope before stabilising herself fully, all the while observing the duel from afar. If anyone cared to look, a sinuous smile covered her face, a simple gesture which managed to be both appealing and malicious simultaneously. Her gaze fell entirely onto Locien, the once impassive dark elf’s face now a mask of bristling fury as his eyes narrowed murderously in the direction of the other man.

“A rivalry? Or perhaps something more personal?” she mulled with a lick of her lips.

Her brown eyes moved towards the dark elf clashing blades with Talon. The illusionary mage made no move to assist the young assassin, apparently confident in Talon's close combat abilities. Only her light giggles teased his every action, dogging him with her typical nonchalance and nauseating amusement. It wasn’t until after their assailant retreated did Jennifer make a move, deftly jumping from the barrier she was perched upon and landing on a single foot. She righted herself as the others started to regroup, resting her arms behind her head as she listened to them.

"Who the hell was that?" Talon questioned the moment the group came together. Confusion mingled within his voice, the assassin still clearly recovering from the suddenness of the engagement.

Locien’s response was terse as the dark elf painted on a frown. His his angular brows dipped and furrowed, making his already stony features become all the more sombre, as though something painful had pressed upon his mind. "His name is Soran Keel. He was once a part of my clan thirty years back. But then he performed a very serious crime. He killed a woman. Lady Rivera Galadiir, Daughter of Lord Ildhrenion. She was my betrothed. In the fight against Soran that followed, I plucked out his right eye and fed it to Zoron. Then the Clan chased him off. He was banished. But it seems now, thirty years later, the past returns to haunt me. Seems also that he's learned a bit of black magic, otherwise that new eye of his is a glass eye. He's become utterly insane and obsessed with killing me for ruining his life."

Jennifer’s smiled widened fully. She understood the brunt of the emotions carried within Locien’s words well. Despair, misery, regret, these were all of the things which prickled her spine with pleasure. As impossible as it seemed, her wicked smile grew further, as if the spark of a terrible idea had imbedded itself within her. Another dark elf woman introduced herself then, pulling Jennifer's attention back into the conversation. The older woman's outward appearance bore many of the dark elf racial traits shared between Locien and herself. Tall, and with illustrious long hair, she had a toned figure which suggested the dark elf was well accustomed to strenuous movement.

"Anyway, did you find out anything about a possible heir to Crystacia, or anything concerning where the True Dragons may strike next?"

Jennifer’s stifled yawn interrupted Locien’s question, “Assuming we did find where they might strike next, I’m guessing you’d save that city? Crystacia had an entire army and a fortress and look at her now. Oh, and that last true dragon you interrogated went so well too, maybe you still want to try capturing their leader?” she snorted, neglecting to restrain the acidic sarcasm slipping out of her mouth.

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Talon V'lyn

"Anyway, did you find out anything about a possible heir to Crystacia, or anything concerning where the True Dragons may strike next?"

Talon looked between Locien and the woman standing there who introduced herself as Lyuze Pyren. He could feel the tension pouring off of the dark elf as he glowered at the woman and turned to try to change the subject. Talon took a moment before answering. Everything that happened in the span of about ten minutes was still processing through his mind. A man named Soran was after Locien because of a killing, and finally, this woman named Lyuze seemed to have a grudge against Locien because of the loss of her brother, and now insisted on going with them.

“Assuming we did find where they might strike next, I’m guessing you’d save that city? Crystacia had an entire army and a fortress and look at her now. Oh, and that last true dragon you interrogated went so well too, maybe you still want to try capturing their leader?” Jennifer's yawn wasn't missed by him and he glared at her. His teeth ground together as he stood there, every limb vibrating with anger.

"Jennifer," he growled and didn't say anything more.

With a sigh, Talon shook his head, raising his arm and brushing his fingers through his hair, he ignored the cut along the bottom of his forearm, the blood dripping from his fingers as he stood there, "No I didn't find anything on an heir to Crystacia. I'm sorry. We don't know where they'll strike next either."

With another deep breath he pulled the sleeve back on his left arm and revealed the silver brace around his wrist that had dulled from it's previous engagement. Looking at it now reminded Talon of what it had done just moments ago.

"Though, I did find this. It was left by my father, and when I put it on I was treated with a nice vision of the past that Jennifer informs me was of Barthomel's fall and a very painful experience. I don't know what it's done, but I can't remove it," nodding his head to Jennifer he continued, "We think that the rebels are connected to Barthomel and are trying to bring him back to live through their dark magic."

With a shake of his head he let the sleeve fall and looked back to Lyuze, "Why is she coming with us again?" he asked in confusion with his eyebrow raised.

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"Jennifer," Talon reprimanded her sharply, his jaw clenched together so tightly she swore she could almost hear the grinding of his teeth.

Her mischievous brown eyes squared off against his humourless blue-grey irises before her composure abruptly broke down into a series of playful giggles in response. Acting as if she'd expected his anger, she stepped away from the group as though to avoid his judgemental gaze. Her boots circled around the others like they were traffic cones as she threaded her way towards him. She halted, standing with the heels of her feet joined together as she planted herself next to Talon. The young assassin was almost too absorbed in revealing the results of their investigation to notice her, only stopping to vaguely nod at her presence as he reiterated her earlier theories on the rebel's goals.

"No I didn't find anything on an heir to Crystacia. I'm sorry. We don't know where they'll strike next either. Though, I did find this. It was left by my father, and when I put it on I was treated with a nice vision of the past that Jennifer informs me was of Barthomel's fall and a very painful experience. I don't know what it's done, but I can't remove it. We think that the rebels are connected to Barthomel and are trying to bring him back to life through their dark magic." Talon shook the black sleeve rolled up over his arm, using his right hand to unfurl the cloth down to conceal the silver bracelet encasing his wrist. The action signalled he'd finished talking for the most part, until his expression became quizzical as his eyes regarded Lyuze curiously, "Why is she coming with us again?"

"You're quite the dolt aren't you my poor assassin? I wonder if you've simply shed your ability to hear after listening to the screams of your dying victims?" She said with a helpless shake of her head. Jennifer's voice followed almost immediately after Talon had posed his question, somehow abling an utterly condescending tone despite their height difference. Looking up towards his short black hair from besides his left shoulder, she gave of the impression of a problematic child. "Locien killed her brother," she switched her expression to a cheerful grin then, flashing her eyes towards the brooding dark elf for a instance, "Seems like he carries an awful lot of grudge killing actually."

Shifting her chin, Jennifer's jovial smile returned to face Talon's grim set features, offering an interesting contrast between the two. It was an ever present smile which suggested nothing but the intention to undermine and annoy. "Lyuze more than likely wants revenge, why else seek out the killer of a relative?" she hummed, clearly delighted by the simple motion.

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Azmirian Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Rania Birviel Character Portrait: Damascus Lion. Character Portrait: Lyuze Pyren Character Portrait: Olivia Wildbane

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Talon V'lyn

Turning his face to look down at her, he frowned in response to her answering his question. He was beginning to think that his jaw was going to permanently be set in the grinding motion if he wasn't careful around her.

"You're quite the dolt aren't you my poor assassin? I wonder if you've simply shed your ability to hear after listening to the screams of your dying victims?" His eyes flashed dangerously as she finished speaking, his mind going immediately to when he'd killed the woman back in Skyfall. With a soft growl he forced himself to ignore that comment.

"Locien killed her brother. Seems like he carries an awful lot of grudge killing actually." Jennifer turned her gaze from him to the two dark elves. He'd heard that part yes, but it hadn't really sunk in. So he let her carry on with what she was saying.

"Lyuze more than likely wants revenge, why else seek out the killer of a relative?"

With a sigh Talon rolled his eyes and turned so he was facing the shorter women fully. His bloodied hand gripped her upper arm as he glared down at her, "You. Are a pest," he said giving her a shake to emphasize his point. Damn this woman. He'd never felt so angry all the time before. She was certainly poison to him, but a poison that he couldn't get rid of because of her value and ability to fight the rebels on even terms.

"I swear... If I didn't need-" he stopped in mid sentence, his teeth clenching tightly in response to a sharp and unexpected pain that shot through him. The brace on his arm glowed brightly. Slowly his body was engulfed in the white light, curving backwards as his head slowly tilted back while his teeth felt as if they would break from the force with which he clenched them. He only managed to keep the cry of pain held up for a short time before it burst forth.

Images flooded him, the enormous red dragon, Barthomel rearing forth. His huge body rose up over a city as flames engulfed it. Red dragons fought each other in the sky, their companions fighting as well on the ground. The thick red wings expanded, shooting outwards to cover the area. His gaping maw opened and he let forth an ear shattering roar. The three dragons from before appeared, one black, one red and one white. They were larger than the ones fighting over the city, yet they were still smaller than Barthomel. They each held a kind of power that exceeded anything Talon had ever seen before.

The city darkened slowly as the fighting grew longer, the red dragons wheeling in the sky were the only thing that marked the place for Talon. However, the vision wasn't done yet and as he continued to watch through the blinding pain, the white dragon that attacked Barthomel came in too close and the enormous dragon landed a slash that raked down the beautiful white scales. Talon's body arched forward, the pain from that attack flooding him. In the distance he heard Vy's voice screaming his own pain as he too felt it.

As the white dragon fell, twisting in the air, the image showed Talon a silver brace that was wrapped around the end of the dragons tail. He wondered why it looked so familiar, but it didn't click until after the vision faded and he was dropped onto the floor. His breath was short and ragged, his bloodied hand and arm reaching up to clench his chest as he lay there. The silver brace faded to a dull glow and he opened his eyes slightly.

"Ro'ell is next," he coughed out.

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Azmirian Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Rania Birviel Character Portrait: Damascus Lion. Character Portrait: Lyuze Pyren Character Portrait: Olivia Wildbane

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"You bastard."I screamed.That elf had the guts to come in Crystacia to attack me and to pretend the head of the others.
Hearing Lyuze i told her"The Dragon's Scourge wants to eliminate you,me,Locien and Soran Keel.That bastard thinks that he is the greatest Bounty Hunter just because he is hunting assassins."I was so furios while i was thinking at him i was hoping that Yeveen was fine but in this destroyed city i saw an familiar face.It was someone from Yeveen who was seriously injured.

I runned to him scared that maybe something happened."Man what is happening?" "Damascus a few hours after you leaved Yeveen was attacked and destroyed by some persons who were calling themself true dragons.Most of the peoples have survived but our city is in ruins.Ragnarok told me where you could be so i came here in Crystacia."The man told me trying to be calm and to not let his anger dominate him.Then after a few seconds he gave his last breath.

"No!"I screamed.What happened to Yeveen it was just like someone stabbed me in the heart.Rarely my ice heart was affected and so this time i was crying.Crying because i failed to protect the peoples who offered me a new home.So for the first time i an person with an ice heart i was crying.
."i failed in protecting my new home.What happened with Zonia happened again with Yeveen.I can live knowing that i failed again.I must die."I told the others.Looking at my crossbow it seemed an perfect weapon with which i could end my life.
"Forgive me."I shouted while my crossbow was at a short distance from the location of my heart.I was prepared to die by my own weapon.

"Someone stop this fool."My dragon Astarod told the others trying to prevent what i wanted so much to do.

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Azmirian Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Rania Birviel Character Portrait: Damascus Lion. Character Portrait: Lyuze Pyren Character Portrait: Olivia Wildbane

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Jennifer grinned broadly, knowing that Talon had already deduced all that she’d said to him without the need for her to say it. She just couldn’t resist the urge to answer his ambiguous question in a purposefully counterproductive fashion. He whirled on her, leering in an irritated manner like a parent reluctantly being forced for deal with a baby’s temper tantrum for the umpteenth time. A vice like grip seized her bicep and shook her firmly, his formidable strength rattling her lithe frame like a rag doll. Her white blouse became stained red with the blood caking his palm. "You. Are a pest," Talon hissed. His blue-grey eyes narrowed threateningly at her, evidently pissed off.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I won’t say another word,” Jennifer laughed in reply, as only she could, a cruel, shrill expression of humour that danced mockingly into his ears with a noticeable lack of sincerity. Still caught in his grasps, her eyes glinted predatorily as she returned his gaze, her dark brown gaze almost managing to look down at him. They gave each other a look then, although Talon’s was mostly withering. It was a look which was reflected in both of their faces, a look showing they both knew one of them provided an invaluable service to the other.

Talon relented after a moment of silence, his fingers loosening their hold. "I swear... If I didn't need-", he paused as pain wracking across his facial features without notice, his eyes losing their focus under some overwhelming anguish. An unnatural white light engulfed him and Jennifer realised the source of the phenomenon was once again the bracelet. As light flooded the room, filling her vision with the marvellous spectacle, a wry smirk lifted her lips.

Talon obviously felt anything but marvel as his tortured scream echoed across the room. He continued until his voice became hoarse, likely unable to think or commit to any other action whilst caught in the throes of his vision. Imitating the scene in the library, he finally dropped down as the bracelets power subsided.

Talon’s words had to fight through his pain and discomfort before it could reach them, "Ro'ell is next," he wheezed urgently.

Upon hearing Talon, his words repeated themselves inside of her head painfully, a sort of unexpected shock freezing the illusionary mage for once. Jennifer’s eyes were wide, yet her pupils were constricted as she stared at Talon. Slowly, and methodologically, her lips pulled into another grin as she pictured Ro’ell and its people ablaze. She imagined Ro'ell rising up before her like an indomitable fortress, its buildings defined by sharp interlocking lines giving the impression they were all conjoined. Picturing the ominous black smoke rising from the city's depths creating the illusion of a giant fire, made her want to shriek with joy at the mere prospect. Jennifer admitted that Ro’ell and its inhabitants had played an important role in shaping who'd she'd become. Revenge wasn’t specifically the only reason she wanted the city destroyed however, Ro’ell stood for everything she abhorred. The social hierarchy, the clans, the unbending, rigid system. She loved and hated all at once.

A frown fell onto her face as one of the other elves broke out in hysterics, lining his own crossbow in the direction of his heart. "i failed in protecting my new home.What happened with Zonia happened again with Yeveen.I can live knowing that i failed again.I must die."

What she assumed was his dragon cried out to the group, pleading them to stop the elf from killing himself. Jennifer's only reply was to scoff, forming a pistol with her hand and lighting the tip of her index finger on fire. She aimed the makeshift flamethrower in the direction of Damascus without a hint of remorse. "Oh please, if you're going to die, at least let allow me to have some fun. You know, they say burning alive is one of the most painful ways to experience death," she taunted, the flame growing just large enough to highlight the menace over her pale face, "If you think killing yourself will atone for whatever atrocity you've committed or failed to stop, then maybe you should kill yourself and rid us of your stupidity."

Shifting her eyes to the young assassin, she spoke again in a dangerous tone. “So, what do you plan to do?” Jennifer asked Talon with a raised eyebrow, though one couldn't be sure whether she was referring to Ro'ell or Damascus.

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Azmirian Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Rania Birviel Character Portrait: Damascus Lion. Character Portrait: Lyuze Pyren Character Portrait: Olivia Wildbane

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"She is right Damascus.You are an idiot.Your death shall not change nothing."My dragon was saying.
"In fact you shall only help The Dragon's Scourge in his mission of killing all assassins if you kill yourself.Think you fool."
I could not believe.From the state in which he was asking help of the others now he was giving me lessons.
Still what he was telling was right.I wanted to kill The Dragon's Scourge not to end my life helping him.

"Girl,everyone has a moment of stupidity when they don't think clear."I said her while thinking at myself and what i tried to do.Again my dragon proved to be the companion and the friend that was travelling with me for so many years.Now after i cleared my mind i didn't wanted to kill myself.I just wanted to kill The Dragon's Scourge and to end his murderous rampage.
"You heard that person.He is going to Kingsburrow.Well Locien what do you think that i should do?To come with you or to hunt my enemy alone?"I asked him since i needed an advice.It was dangerous to go alone into a city in alone hunting someone like him knowing that maybe it is a trap.

"Think better before going in that city Damascus."
"Don't you worry Astarod i know what i am doing."I told to my dragon as I was confident in me and in my weapon.

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It wasn't too hard to keep an even pace with the human, though Olivia had to admit that he was quick on his feet. The elf stopped short to where the young male entered the fortified building, already hearing that familiar sound of clashing metal. Yet, it was not the sound that had made her stop dead in her tracks.

It was a presence within that building. Olivia felt the same eerie wind that haunted her when she had found the bleeding corpse on the dirt road to Crystacia, it felt significantly stronger now, though. It was as if a darker magic wrapped itself around her throat, as if it wished for death and destruction.

A shiver crawled up the elf's spine. “Is this the presence you spoke of, Elder?” Olivia whispered, her head turning to the morning sky. When starting her journey, the elf was warned of a future calamity that could very well change the world and its inhabitants. Still young and innocent, she did not believe the keeper, but now... Perhaps what was to be, has become now.

The woman muttered some reassuring words, the chant of an ancient old language that was forgotten through time, and set foot into the fortified building. The fighting had subsided rather quickly, and no longer did Olivia feel harassed by a darker magic. It appeared, that this group had fended it off, somehow...

Upon entrance, the elf was, yet again, struck with an unpleasant feeling. A feeling of pain, despair and chaos. Reaching for her forehead with one of her hands, Olivia witnessed the young human man fall to his knees. It was obvious that this overwhelming essence originated from him.

Once more, the elf took a moment to gather herself, her elven mind already in the process of conjuring up an explanation. The dimming light that emerged from the humans hand was noted only slightly by her crimson eyes.

Nodding to herself, she waited for the group to end their worries and discussion before making her presence known. Light footsteps pressed her body onward further into the building, both her hand gently removing the hood from her head, clearing any shadows that were cast over her face.

Olivia was unsure, but something told her that she needed to accompany these people on their journey. “And I will be accompanying you.” That was the line she introduced herself with, gently making a waving motion with her right hand as to not appear hostile. A smile forming on her red lips. “If you will have me, that is.” She stood, her chocolate-brown hair gently swaying across her head from the low wind that came through the entrance and windows.

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Talon V'lyn

It took him a long time to gather control over his body, the pain still lingering from the vision given to him by the brace. His mind went over the details of the images, mostly the one that showed the silver brace around the large white dragons tail. He'd come to the conclusion that they were both one in the same and he was now wearing a piece of dragon armor. It was very intriguing and if he had his way he'd head back to Skyfall and rummage through his fathers library at the guild. Alas, he had no such freedom so he shoved that wish aside and slowly stood up.

An elf off to the side of the room cried out in anguish. Pulling his crossbow to his chest, he prepared to fire the bolt, but a guttural shout from outside called for help in the staggering situation. Talon eyed the man carefully, not sure what to do for he'd never seen a man so intent on dying by their own hand. He felt angered by it and at the same time saddened. Life was too precious to throw away so carelessly. Jennifer spoke then, aiming her fingers at the man whilst igniting them with her magic. Talon raised an eyebrow but didn't stop her. Though her voice was the same condescending, her words spoke truth enough. For once Talon agreed with the woman.

She turned back to him, taking all of his attention and thus he missed what the elf said back to her, she looked angry but he wasn't sure if it was towards him or the other man, “So, what do you plan to do?”

"I plan to go to Ro'ell," Talon replied, his eyes darkening with determination. He had a feeling that whoever had started this act of war was going to be there, and he wanted nothing more than to run his blade through them. A lithe figure appeared in the door and made their way silently towards them, only truly making herself apparent when she pulled back the large hood to her cloak.

Talon, at first, reached into his clothes and drew out the throwing knives, but her red eyes didn't tell him she was about to attack. Her hand waved at him in a gentle motion that calmed his earlier reaction to her sudden presence, “And I will be accompanying you. If you will have me, that is.” Her voice was soft and rich, brown hair framing her face and her lips turning to a smile. Talon had seen plenty of elves during his life, but this one struck him to silence. She was utterly beautiful and he took a moment to figure a response to her.

With a raised eyebrow, he replaced his knives and crossed his arms over his chest trying to recover quickly from his stunned appearance a moment before, lest Jennifer decide to taunt him further, "Why is it you wish to come with us? I don't suppose telling you to stay here would do much," he muttered the last part.

I believe she would be a good asset, Talon, Vy offered as he peered his large silver spiked head into the barracks, I didn't even notice her until now. She'd be good for scouting and spying.

Talon eyed her in a new light as he responded to the silver dragon, Perhaps... She might be a good asset. Not to mention a pleasing off set to Jennifer's attitude...

Vy gave a soft laugh in response and Talon waited for the elven woman's response before they left for Ro'ell.

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It was an amusing sight, to see that there was a human on this world that did not jump to his instincts immediately. This young man was either well aware of his surroundings, or he knew what was hostility and what was just a casual approach.

Awaiting his response, it came to her notice that he did not retorted immediately. Instead, Olivia witnessed that all too familiar stare of 'checking out'. Cute, so very, very cute. It widened her smile even more to know that she was still pleasing to look at. Not to strange for her, as she had met many human men who were breath- and speechless at the sight of her, even those she killed afterwards.

She was led to believe that it eased their death in some way, to be killed in the presence of such a beautiful elf. But that was not why she was here now, was it?

Going through her elven mind, Olivia was soon brought back to reality as the young human acknowledged her request with a question. One she did not expect, rather, never expected. Bringing her right index finger to her red lips, the elf pondered briefly before retorting with a response. Her crimson eyes gazing at the man from underneath a few fringes of her long brown hair.

“I do not enjoy dwelling on such a question,” Olivia began, her leather-clothed feet shifting forward slightly into the light that now illuminated her entire body. “But when I entered this very building, I felt an immediate connection.” Her body shifted forward slightly, her eyes now purely focused on the human boy, checking him from head to toe as if Olivia was trying to find something familiar on his person. “You in particular.”

Pausing briefly, the elf took another step closer, now standing face to face with the young man, her left hand touching the wood-crafted bow that hung across her torso. “Besides, I think you will find me,” Olivia whispered, her head closer than was comfortable to his. “A great asset to your group.”

Straightening herself, the elf winked and took a step back, her crimson-red eyes now observant of the others that were there. “Oh! How rude,” Olivia suddenly realised something. “I think introductions are in order, before you decide anything.” Pausing yet again, the elven woman took a step back as she made a graceful bow, her knees bending and straightening in a fluent motion. “Whiskers is the name, if that rings a familiar bell. After all, I am well-known for my thug-catching talents.”

She smiled, her arms gently crossing over each other as they were rested on the elf's chest. Once more she observed the people that could possibly be her 'future' companions...

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Lyuze was about to explain herself when Jennifer butted into the conversation. She growled a bit slightly as she hated to have her answer given out by others. Yes she wanted to kill Locien for killing her brother. But somehow something else was boiling in her. Something that slowly started after Locien saved her from Soran's attack. Respect, or admiration? She never could tell.

"She's coming with us, because I say she volunteered. Besides, I promised Zianro to make sure his family was safe. I owe that much to him." Locien stated bluntly as he observed the other conversations slowly. Reaching in his travel bags he pulled out a large rag and tossed it to Rania. "Rub that on your dragon's wounds. It'll help with any injuries it's sustained and renew it's energy for the trip."

Rania looked at the strange gift and only nodded as she walked to her dragon to do just that. It would be a long way to Ro'ell, as Talon's little fit of magical detection from that amulet caused. It was then that another elf showed her face and also volunteered to come with, even coming close to nearly seducing Talon.

"Seeker's breath," Locien said with exasperation. "Too many women around a few guys, Talon. This is seriously turning into one of my father's adventure stories he'd share round the campfire."

"You mean the times when he traveled with a group of women trailing behind him Locien?" Zoron asked. Locien only gave him a nod in response. Lyuze once again hid one of her giggles at Locien's outburst of how many people are going. She assumed that thirty years of wandering made Locien used to being alone. Well, being an ex-assassin of the Kestal Clan forces one to be alone.

In hearing 'Whisker's' introduction, Locien decided to lay the cards on the table. "And I am called the Seeker's Pride, but you can call me Locien." he stated very bluntly, even though he knew most of the party knew of this by now. "So what are we waiting for, an invitation or what? Let's get the fel to Ro'ell and try to make a strategic approach to defend the city."

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"Girl, everyone has a moment of stupidity when they don't think clear."

Jennifer smiled, lifting her pistol hand to her lips and blowing out the fire with a puff. “I’m sure, because suicide is a completely normal way of expressing stupidity,” she sniffed and then rolled her eyes at the elf.

After having waited for their crisis to resolve itself, Talon answered her rhetorical question. "I plan to go to Ro'ell," the young assassin stated. Of course he would. Jennifer looked to his face, recognising the hard look of resolve etching itself into his blue-grey eyes. Reading his tanned, leathery features, she knew Talon’s sense of duty and revenge compelled him to resist the rebels, it made him predictable.

The chilling outside wind rushed back into the room abruptly, prickling the exposed portions of Jennifer’s silky pale skin. Following the breeze came the introduction of another elf as she stepped towards the group, careful to show no signs of threatening them. Long, dark brown hair cascaded over her slender frame as her unnerving crimson gaze swept over the congregation. Whether it was the wind or the sinister composition of the clothes which hugged her suggestive figure, she carried an air of aloofness and mystery. “And I will be accompanying you. If you will have me, that is.”

"Why is it you wish to come with us? I don't suppose telling you to stay here would do much," Talon returned, asking the obvious.

By the way her soft cheeks twitched underneath the hooded shadow, the elf only seemed to smile dryly in response, “I do not enjoy dwelling on such a question, but when I entered this very building, I felt an immediate connection.”

Her crimson gaze studied Talon entirely, indicating who she was referring to. “You in particular.” Jennifer watched her take a step closer to Talon, one of her eyes twitching at his complete lack of resistance. Stopping face to face with Talon, the elf's lips moved to form a sentence barely audible to her ears.

After remembering her place, including the ominous stares of the various individuals around her, the elf stepped away to finally, “Whiskers is the name, if that rings a familiar bell. After all, I am well-known for my thug-catching talents.”

Jennifer’s face cracked a coy smile before her small shoulders leaned their way towards Talon once more. “Oh my, aren’t you popular with us ladies. Alternatively, this could be an opportunity. Maybe you can learn some information from her, she seems to like you especially,” she teased in his ear, her eyes glinting with its typical mischievous. Suddenly conveying a hint of vindication and disappointment, Jennifer leaned in closer. The casual delight in her tone dropped from her voice completely as her whisper became a hissing rasp, “But to be so easily tempted, you really are a worthless assassin.”

She pulled away without giving him the chance to reply, that same cruel smile affixed to her face once more. Not a trace of that brief glimmer of bitterness remained. "That's okay though, because i already knew this."

Locien took the cue to introduce himself to the rest of the group fully before sensibly suggesting that they should proceed to Ro’ell with all due haste, but such sentiments were lost on the illusion mage already. Thoughts of destruction filled her mind, blanketing her body with a tingling excitement. The excitement crawled over her skin like the sensation of a billion flies, driving her crazy with an unfamiliar itch. All Jennifer wanted to do was bring misery the council mages of Ro'ell.

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Talon V'lyn

He felt hot around his face as the woman leaned in closer, her voice soft as she whispered to him about being a great asset to the group. He tried his best to ignore her and was only slightly relieved when she leaned away from him. The elf introduced herself as 'Whiskers', a strange name to say the least. Talon raised an eyebrow at her and was unsure on how to reply to such an introduction.

As Locien formally introduced himself to the group, Jennifer leaned in close to him, her condescending voice reaching his ears. “Oh my, aren’t you popular with us ladies. Alternatively, this could be an opportunity. Maybe you can learn some information from her, she seems to like you especially. But to be so easily tempted, you really are a worthless assassin,” Jennifer whispered the last part to him, leaning in closer so only he could hear. The tone had changed drastically from teasing to an acidic hiss. The change startled him, and he looked to her sharply as she pulled away. Instead of anger, his eyebrow raised. Was she truly angry with him?

"That's okay though, because i already knew this." Then her smile returned, the same one he'd grown used to seeing as she spoke. To this his lips pulled into a frown and he rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh. Reaching out he took hold of her forearm and started towards the exit of the barracks.

"Let's go then," he ordered without further delay. At the back of his mind he agreed with Locien's statement from earlier. There were too many women now. Women were devious, plotting, conniving...

But you can't live without them, Vy butt in.

I would find a way.

Well, you better be careful with this new one. Wouldn't want Jennifer to get jealous over you and dispose of the poor elf.

Why would she do that? Talon asked in exasperation.

You'll learn eventually, my little assassin.

His eyebrow twitched as he approached the large silver dragon who was eyeing him with a look of amusement. He glared at his dragon as he passed his large spiky head and jumped up onto Vy's back. He immediately reached for Jennifer and drew her up behind him. He ignored her for the most part, knowing that she was going to hate the flight to Ro'ell as it was longer than the last couple of times between Crystacia and Skyfall.

Yeah, well it's not like I care all that much for her in return, Talon said after Vy had jumped into the sky.

This entire time you've been thinking about that? I think you're just trying to convince yourself.

The assassin rolled his eyes, You're no help at all sometimes, you know that Vy?

City Ro'ell (several hours later)

Red dragons wheeled in the sky, flames burning the air. Magic tingled through the wind and the spires of the dark city were already crumbled by the time Talon and his companions made it to the city. Vy started wheeling through the sky as he tried his best to avoid any incoming black dragons. A loud inhuman scream echoed overhead and Talon looked up just in time to see a red and black dragon slam into each other and lock. Both dragons fell at them and Talon immediately reached back to hold Jennifer tightly to him. Vy flapped his large wings hard, ascending at a sharp angle.

Leaning forward, the assassin held tightly to the reigns and Jennifer behind him. Vy slowly twisted as he shot straight up in the sky, avoiding the falling pair of dragons completely. However, as he twisted, two black dragons came at him, their jaws opened wide and claws extended. Vy veered off to the side, turning so that his right wing was horizontal and Talon could look directly into the burning city below them. The first dragon scrapped his claws along Vy's shoulder, the burning exploding through both dragon and rider. Clenching his teeth, his grip on the mage behind him tightened, determined not to let her fall.

The second dragon slammed into them then. Claws digging deep into Vy's sides and the jaw clamping tightly into the other shoulder. Vy's body was tossed backwards, the force of it and the attack causing Talon to lose his grip on Jennifer. He barely held onto the reigns himself as Vy struggled to right himself and disengage from the dragon attacking him. The brace around Talon's wrist glowed brightly as the black dragon's red gaze settled on the assassin not to far from his face. With a new target in mind, the dragon clawed at Vy, his neck stretching out and the large teeth snapping at Talon who leaned backwards.

Upon leaning back he didn't feel any resistance and his heart leapt to his throat. The silver brace exploded a bright light from his wrist and hit the dragon straight in the face. With an ear shattering roar, the black creature fell away from Vy who wheeled around immediately and shot downwards. Talon's eyes searched for Jennifer, fear gripping his chest tightly. Vy pulled his wings in tight, and Talon leaned into his neck as they dove. Their speed picking up as the went. In no time the silver dragon had caught up to Jennifer's falling body and shot passed her. Pulling up, Vy's wings shot out and their decent was nearly stopped as Vy gave three good pumps of his wings. Talon, used to that kind of maneuver, let go of the reigns, his eyes upwards with his arms stretched out. A second later and Jennifer dropped into his hold.

"Are you alright?" He asked her the moment he had her in his arms.

Hold on, Talon! Vy yelled and he reacted just as the dragon called out. Pulling the mage tightly against him, he reached out with his left arm and took hold of the reigns. The silver dragon dived again, twisting and turning as three black dragons came after him. Talon shot a quick look over his shoulder to their pursuers. With a soft growl he turned back to see where Vy was going. The huge dragon was twisting through the towers of Ro'ell, trying his best to lose the enemy. As he dove underneath a huge bridge connecting two of the towers to the mages school, a black dragon took him from the side.

Let go when I tell you, Vy growled through their connection as he grappled with the creature locked onto him. Talon leaned over as he held Jennifer crushed against his chest, his lips brushed her ear as he whispered to her.

"Hold tight to me, we're going to drop off of Vy."

Looking to his left, he spotted the ground coming to meet them rather quickly. The assassin readied himself for a hard landing, situating himself and Jennifer as Vy held back the black dragons long neck from tearing through Jennifer and Talon. The jaws of the beast stretched forward almost nipping into Jennifer's shoulder, but Talon lifted his arm to block it. The large teeth scrapped across an invisible wall, ripples of pale white expanding from his wrist.

Now!

Talon's hand released the reigns and his legs loosened from their hold on the saddle around Vy's neck. Pushing off of his dragon, he fell away from him, but it wasn't a long fall. A couple of feet and he hit the cobblestones in a shower of rubble as Vy's wings righted himself and he used the buildings around him to do so. Able now to move without losing Jennifer or Talon, Vy slammed the black beast into the building and dragged it upwards into the sky. Talon lost sight of his dragon as he rolled with the mage in his grip. When he finally came to a stop he looked around them to see if they were in any immediate danger before releasing her gently.

"Are you hurt?" He asked her, his gaze inspecting her quickly. He had to resist the urge to continue looking her over as he was sure her usual taunts would soon be heard. Pulling himself up to his knees, he once again looked around the area where they'd landed. Having lost the others, he could only hope that they were alright. He was going to have to make his way to the citadel and hope that King Greyor hadn't been killed yet.

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Magical explosions rocked the air all around them as red a black dragons fought a pitched battle over the skies of Ro’ell. The mage’s siege engines thumped in the distance, weird and wonderful machinations of runic magic which racked the air with the constant chattering of anti-air fire. Situated behind Talon once more, Jennifer held on for dear life as their silver mount sped with all haste towards the besieged city, her fingers curled tightly around the assassin’s cloak. The atmosphere trembled with the thundering roars of uncountable dragons. The sound of guttural howls and claws racking against armoured scales pierced her ears, elating her with a mingling sensation of both terror and joy. As though to reflect the fiery rage of its combatants, the heavens flickered under a halo of blood red, offering the illusion of a giant bon fire and inciting nothing but further alarm into those who dared looked up to it.

Jennifer herself was helpless as Vy carried her, the dragon unmistakably seeking an opening within the furious fighting surrounding them, one that would grant them access to the city. They dodged numerous dragons as they pressed forwards, the frequent tossing and turning leaving her entire body numb with shock as each rapid change in direction jarred her entire body. Raising an arm, her sharp voice cracked the air as lances of fire circled her. “World facture!” she shouted. A simple flick of her wrists thrust the spears forwards, impaling the limbs of a nearby black dragon. If they were going to survive, she'd need to do something also. Abruptly, something else collided against them. Jennifer could feel the force of the impact reverberating painfully through her spine as diamond edged claws flashed past her face, carrying chunks of Vy’s silvery flesh and blood with it.

Talon’s reassuring grip lost its strength completely as his silver dragon toppled away from the blow. In that moment, Jennifer felt herself being lifted, a slow horror encasing her mind as her hands clenched frugally at thin air. Free falling with nothing but the cold wind to whip past her face, Jennifer’s heart raced from the exhilaration, her adrenaline pumping feverishly through her veins. A sudden scream escaped her lips, only to be lost instantly amongst the cacophony of chaos. She had to do something, to form an object or initiate an action to break her fall, but fear froze her ability to think. This was Ro'ell though, her goal was almost within her grasps... Just when she’d regained some composure, Vy’s sleek form appeared in the corner of her eye before shooting ahead of her.

The wind passing her face changed direction, no longer buffeting fully across her body and for once she felt true relief as Talon’s solid arms snatched her from the skies. "Are you alright?" he asked.

Jennifer’s face lit up, confusion consuming her mind for a moment as her thoughts caught up with her. Whether it was her frantic heartbeat or the adrenaline, all she could do was blush in a stunned silence. There was no further time for words since more black dragons began to pursue them immediately, their gaping maws hot on their heels. Fortunately, the outline of the city’s dark buildings was rapidly growing. Blank walls grew details and defining features as the distance between them and their destination dwindled. "Hold tight to me, we're going to drop off of Vy."

Jennifer nodded simply, her dark eyes narrowing at the ground as her body tightened like to coil in order to brace itself. She felt giant jaws snapping centimetres from her face as they spiralled ever closer and tried to ignore it. Timing their drop with precision, Talon carried her down dexterously, twisting his body into a roll to reduce the force of their momentum before finally coming to a halt.

As she felt the grip of his hold loosening, Jennifer stepped away swiftly, taking a moment to observe their surroundings. "Are you hurt?" Talon inquired.

Jennifer looked at him with a wide grin, her eyes dancing with nonchalance as she ran a hand over her head to organised her hair. “This is why I hate flying,” she said, pausing to gaze deeper into his blue-grey eyes. “You want to locate King Greyor I imagine? It’ll be fastest to allow me to lead the way.”

She regurgitated her guts out onto the cobblestone then, the twist in her stomach that she'd been trying to forget the entire flight unravelled all at once. The mage bent over a sidewalk, spitting out the acidic liquid which burnt the inside of her mouth. "Just... give me a chance to recover...." she huffed, clutching her waist.



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Behind the cover of the buildings, Jennifer plummeted towards the empty street adjacent to Talon's. Forcing her eyes shut to focus, her arms flapped wildly with the wind as she focused her magical energy. By the time she opened them again, Jennifer's ordinarily dark eyes glowed a dreadful green. "World fracture!" Jennifer yelled, pouring the unnatural energy out from her body and into the world. Several carts filled with hay bale shimmered into existence, stacking into a vertical line below her to break her fall. Jennifer held her breath as she crashed into them, her momentum splintering timber and straws recklessly on her way down.

When she finally tumbled out of the lowest cart, her chest heaving as she caught her breath, Jennifer was riddled in cuts and bruises. Her clothes were torn, shredded to pieces by the fractured wood, but as her pain indicated, she was nonetheless alive. Summoning a clean set of clothes around her, she had to fight to maintain her magic over the young assassin, her concentration close to ruins now thanks to her own temerity. Quickly, she stumbled over to a dark alley, watching Talon from the other side.

Jennifer glanced at her own illusion from beyond the alleyway, a cruel smirk playing across her red lips. She weaved more magic into the assassin’s delusion, just enough to delay Talon for the next few minutes. His own disorientation would handle the rest and give her plenty of time to reach the chambers ahead of him and finish her business.

“Sorry Talon, but whether it be you, the others, or the rebels, i don't want you ruining my enjoyment just for this occasion," her apology was devoid of sincerity as shadows consumed her lithe form entirely. Jennifer's pale face was the last thing to fade, followed by the sound of her hissing laughter. The shrill sound sucked the air until it was dry in her throat, "Though i already told you could never trust me anyway."

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Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Damascus Lion. Character Portrait: Lyuze Pyren Character Portrait: Olivia Wildbane

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"I am going to Kingsburrow.Time to kill The Dragon's Scourge."I said to my dragon i was ready for this moment.
Still one thing came in my mind.What if he was setting me a trap.But still i wanted to eliminate my enemy before he could have the chance to attack the others."Locien thanks for offering me the chance to work with you."

"One more thing before i leave.Be aware of The Dragon's Scourge and never allow him to injure you.
If you do this mistake then the poision from his claws will create in internal hemoragy.Without the antidote in one day you are death.And here is another problem,very peoples knowed the antidote,20 years ago when i had a battle with him.So watch your back.After i am finished with him i will try to go to Ro'ell"

I adviced Locien since it happened to me.I didn't died then because an old elf in Yeveen knew the antidote to this poision.But he was long death and i didn't knew someone else who could have the antidote.In the same time i was thinking where could i find him and an method to eliminate him as faster as possible.
I wanted to go to Kingsburrow but then i realizated one thing.That the new female elf who came in Crystacia had no dragon.I asked her calm
"Miss could i give a ride to Ro'ell?"
"Damascus what happened to you?You saw a beauty and now you are hypnotizated.My dragon Adtarod told then after he started to laugh."Shut up,it is something of manniers to offer an ally a ride.""In fact there is another reason Zonian Hunter.You are now like a minion after you saw her."My dragon replied on a serious tone.

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A rather entertaining bunch, to say the least. Olivia found herself smiling contently to each of their responses or introductions. Well, a introduction. The rest were an array of responses that managed to drag a girly laugh from the elf's mouth, her left hand vaguely covering the red lips as she did so. She didn't want to make a bad impression so early on, not that the laugh had a bad intention, a genuine sound of amusement it was.

“My, my... this ought to be an interesting journey.” She whispered to her own mind, observing as each and every member of the group set off to their dragon, they were going to Ro'ell. As if on instinct, Olivia had began making motions to follow the two humans, but halted at the thought of knowing that she didn't have a dragon.

“Oh my, I didn't think this through, did I? Silly me...” The elf gently brushed some of her brown hair behind her ears, briefly pondering on who to ask for a lift. Although, that did not appear to be necessary, someone already volunteered to give Olivia a free ride.

Pausing, the elven woman took a moment to glance over her saviour. Armoured from head to toe, every inch of vulnerable, squishy mortal flesh hidden behind several pounds of steel. Chuckling heartily, Olivia straightened herself, her crimson-red eyes attempting to make contact with the mystery man's eyes. “My,” She began in a singing tone, her head slightly cocking to the left, the long brown hair once again covering parts of her face.

“How generous of you, sir. Such a gentleman...” Olivia retorted with a smirk, making a quick bow to emphasize her gratitude. “I'd love it if you would willingly take me to Ro'ell.” The elf straightened her head, nodding gently before pulling her hood back over her head, once again concealing her face with shadows and mystery. “Shall we?” She sang, winking at the armoured man while slowly beckoning with her right hand.

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"Yes of course we shall go to Ro'ell.And don't call me me tell me Zonian Hunter or Damascus Lion since these are my names Miss."
"Damascus you really like her." "Shut up Astarod."I told to my dragon being a little nervous."Well my Dragon let us go to Rol'ell."I told him on a calm tone wanting to help the others.
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City of Ro'ell
A few hours later.
The flight was a quiet one without problems or interraction with other strange persons.Everything worked fine with the exception of one thing.My eyes were only concentrated at her and my dragon saw this thing.Anyway Astarod managed to land into a izolated place in the city of Ro'ell.I didn't know if the soldiers from this city would be hostile or not but everything could happen.
Feeling uncomfortable with it,i took out my helmet holding it in my right hand.My red eyes were watching here closely studying the person that was with me and Astarod.Also she could saw my dark skin,maybe one of the things that i never liked but still a consequence for the power i gained.
"Since you know my name and probably heard about me,may i know your name?"I asked her on a polite tone while smiling waiting for an answer.

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Truthfully, Olivia had her doubts about flying on a dragon the second she was pulled onto the majestic beast. Biting her red lips, the elven woman nervously tried to settle for a comfortable spot, her movements doing the exact opposite of what she was trying to accomplish. But soon, the inevitable occurred, and she, along with the mystery man were both soaring through the sky on the back of the fiery red dragon. With the take off, they left Crystacia and Olivia's pre-flight nerves behind.

The wind, albeit harsh, was soothing and calming. The brushing of her hood and brown hair emitting a rather amusing singing sound, or maybe that was just her. Olivia hadn't gotten the chance to ride many dragons, the only one she ever braved was the one beast of her home town. One that she thought to be her last, but here she was, sitting on one once again in her long, long life.

During the hour-long trip to Ro'ell, Olivia took her time to observe the armoured man to the best of her ability, noting that the man kept looking back as if to check his passenger was still there. She kept responding to Damascus' stares with a wide smile and a gentle upwards motion of her left hand. Naturally, she wasn't too thrilled at the thought of leaning hands-free on a moving, organic transportation and her right hand wrapped around Damascus' waist as best as it could.

Their arrival was, a bit rough on the wood elf. Black and red dragons were brawling in the open sky, Ro'ell was under attack! Biting her lip yet again, Olivia nudged Damascus' in his side, urging him to find a safe spot to land. The duo trio evaded the majority of fights rather fluently, and the armoured man had settled on an open area within the city walls.

As the duo hopped from the dragon, Olivia taking a second to let her leather-bound feet adjust to the cobblestone ground, Damascus had turned to his passenger now with his helmet removed, revealing the dark skin and red glowing eyes. “Oh? I had not figured you for a dark elf, you surprise me.” The wood elf exclaimed in a singing tone, her left hand gently tapping her chest as the expression that was plastered on her face was a surprised one.

Or, was he? Olivia was unsure of that, truth be told, her elven mind was still not able to fully read the man that stood before her. Pausing, her pointy ears registered the question that Damascus posed. Olivia's response a mere, single raised eyebrow as her crimson eyes filled with a confused glow. “You didn't catch my introduction? It's Whiskers, silly... Don't pretend you hadn't heard that.”

Obviously, Olivia wouldn't want to reveal her actual name just yet, it was one of her personal policies. The elven woman's lips formed a gentle smile, her hip cocking to the left as her hand rested on it while her other dangled beside her. “But enough dawdling, our companions are waiting for us, no?” She flashed another smile, turning around as her feet once more pressed onward. “I suggest you do not stray,” A sentence that was uttered in a commanding voice, one that said that Olivia was prepared to leave Damascus behind if he did not hurry.

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"Yes they are waiting for us and I heard it.Don't you worry."
"Astarod after he finish our job here we shall go to Kingsburrow.The Dragon's Scourge must die."Remembering what he did to me and to the women i loved one tear was staring to flow on my dark skin dropping on the ground.Observing his thing i put my helmet back wanting to hide this pain in my heart,and because i was an assassin i could not cry,that was in my soul since hear death.

As an assassin she was hunted by my enemy then being killed.I could not forgive him for what he did to other.
"Damascus another tear?"
My dragon asked me worried.Astarod was always speaking too much and this time he did the same thing.
"Yes another one.My heart is full of anger as i am craving to kill him."I said to my companion.Then as she told me i started folowing her not wanting to get lost into this kind of city.
During the journey she was an pleasant company.I continued walking in this city while in my mind,because of my curiosity,were appearing one by one question about her.

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Ro'ell was huge, and without any clear indication of where they had landed, all Olivia could do was go where her instincts told her. After all, a city was usually designed to be as frustrating as possible, like a maze that had no clear end, nor a clear beginning.

Gently turning her body a 90 degrees, her hair, cloak and hood turning with it, Olivia briefly glanced over Damascus, noting that he was following her once again covering his fate with that god awful chunk of steel. It occurred to her that he'd likely wanted full protection from any harm, but the wood elf had the odd feeling that there was more to it than that. As if- as if the helmet was to contain something that the man did not want to show.

Deciding not to dwell on the subject, Olivia nodded with her head to the large road ahead. It was likely the main road that ran straight through Ro'ell, and was their best chance at finding the others.

“Make haste,” The elven woman exclaimed, quickening the pace of her feet, her entire body shifting with each step. Yet, she slowed as her first foot stepped onto the large, cobblestone highway. Fire, death... Destruction, the same eerie air that she felt in Crystacia surrounding her lithe body, brushing against every inch of her exposed, light-toned skin.

Her eyes were hesitantly registering each image; each body, each debris. “Creators, guide these poor souls, for they did not deserve this fate.” Olivia whispered to herself, her left hand gently pressing against her lips as her elven mind tried to complete the puzzle that had been in Olivia's mind since her journey had begun.

While riding her train of thoughts, the elf's voice whispered the ancient language of the elves, a prayer- No, a song that was once chanted at burials in older times. 'May you find eternal peace at their side. May you be embraced by their love and warmth. For you are now with your creator, and we may never hold you with love and warmth again my dear, dear child.'

Shaking away the eerie wind, Olivia emerged from her meditating state, once again turning her crimson-red eyes to the main road to look for the others, her feet once more taking the pace they had from the start.

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Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Azmirian Character Portrait: Rania Birviel Character Portrait: Lyuze Pyren

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Locien mounted his dragon, but before taking off Lyuze also mounted and wrapped her arms in a snakelike motion to keep herself on him. Locien sighed, assuming she wasn't good at flying, and was about to take off when a city guard approached him and presenting him with a sword. "Captain Inael's. We would like for a good person to use it." Locien looked at the finely crafted weapon, noting it was made for more then just guarding the city, and took it and placed it on the right side of his waist and tied the belt on.

"With honor." Locien replied as Zoron took off to get to Ro'ell.

Rania also got on Azmirian after getting finishing the treatment for him and caught up in the rear of the group.

---City Ro'ell---

Locien noted the battle was going downhill for the city and the group was splintering off into different sections. Looking at Rania he shouted, "Land somewhere safe and keep your dragon out of any fights, we'll regroup at the citadel!"

Rania only nodded. "Come on Azzy, lets find a safe place to land!" She thought as she coughed a little from the smoke.

"What are you going to do Locien?" Zoron asked in the deep growling voice that always hints to suspicion.

"Do what a Seeker's pride does best. Make an entrance." Locien stated as he removed Lyuze's grip and rested her hands on one of Zoron's ridges. "Hang onto him, and he'll land you with Rania." He said as he then moved his legs to an almost crouching position on his dragon as he scanned the rooftops for any intact unburnt areas. Finding the one he liked best, he jumped.

"Is he crazy?!" Lyuze shouted as Zoron flew towards Azmirian to land wherever he landed.

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Locien grabbed onto the roof's ledge when he got towards it. "Not one of my best aimed jumps, next time I'll do what normal assassins do, and aim for a pile of hay." He muttered as he heaved himself up onto the roof and ran towards the citadel. "Seeker's breath I'm always far away from the goal. Better find a better route then the rooftops that's for certain." As he said this he scanned for something to climb down to the streets on, discovering a small set of stairs that allowed him to walk down and jump onto the ground without breaking his legs.

"That'll do." He stated as he did just that and continued on his route, whilst unsheathing his blade and walking slowly, keeping his eyes peeled for any trouble from True Dragons or otherwise.

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Azmirian Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Rania Birviel Character Portrait: Damascus Lion. Character Portrait: Lyuze Pyren Character Portrait: Olivia Wildbane

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Talon V'lyn

He followed Jennifer's lithe form through the dark city. They sky above almost completely blocked out from the fires that raged. In the distance Talon could hear the thrumming of strange machinery that only Ro'ell was capable of. Their magic was what kept the weapons going, however even those would stop sooner or later as the mages lost their energy to keep going. Ro'ell was not invincible and it was proving to be just that.

They were making their way towards the citadel near the center of the large city, but the streets were hard to navigate through. What should have been a straight shot to the palace turned out to be a maze as some streets were cut off by the rubble of fallen buildings and bodies of large dragons. As they came around a corner they encountered three of the True Dragons coming down the street towards them. Having already caught their attention it was inevitable to engage in a fight.

Talon shot forward, his hands pulling out the throwing knives on his person. Each blade flew through the air with precision. Only the first set met it's mark, taking the mage through his throat as he'd been to startled by their appearance from the alleyway. The other two managed to deflect his attack, but Talon was getting used to that and he was already moving into his next attack. Drawing his dagger he rushed the second man, his brace glowing brightly. The True Dragon unleashed a rush of magic at him, but Talon was unaffected as he went right through it, a kind of bubble curving around him. He was still surprised about the use of the brace, but he paid it no mind as he came upon the man swiftly. The dagger came forward and plunged into the man's chest, going deep between the ribs.

Turning, Talon used the rebel as a shield as the other mage attacked him. The magic hit the rebels body and both he and Talon slid backwards from the force. Releasing the man, the assassin sprinted for the other rebel. Grasping his shoulders, Talon brought the man down to his knees by pure force. One arm wrapped around his neck, holding the rebel tightly in one spot while his free hand curved under his jaw. With a swift, hard pull, Talon broke the man's neck and let him drop to the cobblestones. With a deep breath, he calmed himself and went to retrieve his weapons.

He looked back to Jennifer briefly before nodding his head in the direction they were heading. Talon allowed her to take point once more, leading them towards the citadel. He was hoping to get there soon, to find King Greyor in good health and still alive.

Damascus and Olivia

Two large dragons lock together over the skies of Ro'ell and come crashing down into the streets, taking out a couple of buildings in the process. Both beasts are dead upon impact having killed each other just before falling out of the skies. The large black dragon rolls from the building it's hit and comes to a stop in the main street of Ro'ell while the other falls a few feet off to the right of the street, also taking out two buildings before stopping in a cloud of dust and debris.

From the black dragon a figure in a cloak climbs to their feet and brushes themselves off, though they are clearly in pain from having lost their dragon. Doubled over slightly, they stumbled as they turn to face the two who are in the main street with him. Overhead a large black dragon flaps its wings and lands next to it's fallen brethren. Two more rebels jump from the beasts back and flank the one who had fallen with his dragon. The large reptilian creature looks to the two with blood red eyes and growls deeply. The beast utters something intelligible and flicks its gaze to the rebels.

"I guess we didn't get them all," one says, drawing back his hood to reveal short dark hair and one black eye, the other is hidden behind a patch. Power fills the air as he stretches out his hand and summons a wickedly curved weapon. The one on his right straightens slightly, though one hand is curved under the robes holding his side. Drawing a sword in his free hand, he gives the first a short nod.

"Do try to share this time," the third coo's. The voice is feminine, though there wasn't any need for clarification from her body language a moment before. Her hands stretch open and dark green fire swirls around her. Though the hood of her cloak remains to cover her facial features it is clear that she is grinning behind the darkness that hides her.

The dragon utters something once again and the three rebels rush the elf and the armored hunter.

Rania, Azmirian, Zoron and Lyuze

Upon landing, they are met with two black dragons. One lunges for Azmirian and Zoron immediately, having looked up from it's feast of a large blood red dragon. The second snaps it's jaws at the elven women who have dismounted. Overhead, a large silver dragon streaks downwards and crashes into the black one that is intent on killing Azmirian. Upon closer look, it is Vy that has dropped down to assist. However, he has brought with him a half beaten rebel dragon and one who's sharp gaze has caught the quick decent. Both dragons follow Vy's drop. The half beaten one lands less than gracefully and it continues its attack on Vy. The second one lands with a rider on it's back and lunges for Zoron. Fending off both dragons in an attempt to keep Azmirian safe, Vy cannot draw the other dragons' attention.

Red eyes roll forward and look out at both elves. A deep growl issues forth as the black dragon slowly climbs over the half eaten body of the red dragon. Claws dig deep into the glittering red scales as it pulls itself slowly and menacingly forward. Blood drips from it's maw as the lips pull back to deepen the growling. It's breath is hot and disgusting as it smells of raw flesh and coppery blood. Then it shoots forward like a snake and snaps its jaws at both women.

Locien

Black mist fills the streets that the dark elf has jumped down into. Two figures appear, one with her hand on her hip as she lays eyes on the elf. The other is holding a huge mace like weapon over his broad shoulder. The male is much taller than normal human men, and his build suggests he's of renegade descent. The ground shudders and a building trembles as something pushes its way through the alleyway into the small street. Claws appear over the dark building, then a large nose followed by red eyes. Finally the dragon is clearly present in the street, having clambered over the buildings standing in it's way.

The dragon eyes the elf, then utters a deep, choking sound that could only be described as laughter. The beast slithers forward slowly, the muscles bunching as it moved. Lowering it's head, it growls at the dark elf before shooting it's clawed foot forward and knocking the elf down. The claws encase him in a kind of prison, the leathery underside of the foot coming down to hold the elf in one place.

With the beast so close, the guttural sound of it's voice is easily heard, "Gunth shuth si," the thing utters as it turns it's head slowly to the two rebels. The woman moves and comes to kneel down next to the elf's head that is outside of the prison.

"Why aren't you a lucky one," the True Dragon tells him with a cruel smile. She reaches out and runs her fingers across his throat, feeling the necklace that goes underneath his shirt, "Seem's we've got the right one. Pride of the Seeker."

Her fingers go further and touch the jewel that is around his neck, however she withdraws quickly. Snapping her hand back to herself, she hisses in anger. Curses stream from her mouth as she clenches her hand in a fist. With a deadly glare, she turns to the elf and draws her dagger, "You're a serious problem to us, elf," then she smiles, "Just be lucky Domieen wishes to keep you alive, for now," she laughs and brings the daggers pommel down to his temple. Standing she looks to the dragon who closes it's talons around the elf and issues another inhuman laugh. Then the beast takes to the air, leaving Ro'ell as the two rebels fade away in black mist once more.

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Thane's puppet was still fresh, it had it's own thoughts for now, so it could handle itself. He was more preoccupied with the flying madwoman wreathing herself in darkness. With a sigh, he drew his arm back and clenched his fist. "Blast girl, I told you to leave me be!" As he swung forward to meet her knife, a cluster of petrified bones knitted themselves around his arm, the sharp edges and blunt sides all just as sturdy as his sword. "Insolence," He cried out as the gauntlet of bone and steel knife clashed with a deafening shriek. "Is no excuse for your actions here!" The sickle spun once, twice, and cut downward, the holy properties of the blessed silver severing the tendrils of darkness that held him. It would not be without fault though, as the silver burned him as well, a necessary fault. Silver didn't mix well with Nephilim, an unfortunate effect of their origin, yet most of them could be found with a silver weapon on them. As he slowly stepped out from the darkness that encompassed his legs, he sighed once more. "You're not bad, I'll give you that. But you can't hope to outlast me and my defense is strong." More and more of the bone dug itself from the ground, his pack, anywhere he could find it, and formed a layer of sickly, pale white armor that replaced his cloth and metal attire. "And unlike other foes, mine will replenish itself as often as need be."

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Rania and Lyuze

"Uh oh." Rania stated. "Looks like there's a tad bit of trouble." She was staring at the Black dragon in pure horror as it tried to bite them off of the floor. Lyuze swiftly pulled out her crossbow and fired several shots at it's face hoping to hit an eye. Zoron also moved as he slithered to the enemy dragon's behind and bit at it's tail whilst breathing fire. He withdrew however when he felt a pain in his head and roared in pain and fury. Lyuze fired another shot at the dragon before looking at Zoron. "What's wrong Zoron? Is something happening to Locien?"

Rania rushed in whilst Lyuze was talking to Zoron as she pulled out her sword and tried striking the base of the beast's neck, knowing there's a soft spot to stab into to kill it.

---Locien---

Seeing the two figures Locien readied himself for a fight until he saw their dragon. "Aw fel." he muttered before trying to run but was pinned down by said beast. He watched the woman that came up to him and was feeling for his amulet, also acknowledging that he was the Seeker's Pride. "Uhh good to meet you, but uh, I wouldn't touch that if I were you." he watched as she was slightly burned by the oldest of Laws the Seeker enacted. The Amulet of Casshern is to be worn and handled by the Pride of the Seeker, who would be a descendant of Casshern and chosen by the Seeker himself.

"Warned ya." He said in a calm tone. He then listened to her say that someone wants to keep him alive for now. "Wait, where are you-ack!" was all he could give out before being knocked out by the woman. By the time he woke up he was staring at his dragon captor. "There is a word for things like this, it's called a kidnapping. You wouldn't want me to call out for my dragon to whoop your scaly arse would ya?"

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Empty. There was no one there.

Jennifer strolled casually through the corridors, the soft sounds of her footsteps broken by the scuttling of rocks as she played soccer with a pebble carried from the outside. The hallway ahead, a brightly lit wide access way was devoid of life. The complete lack of magical explosions or corpses was all the confirmation she needed.

The illusion mage continued to edge forwards. She’d been navigating her way through the castle for several minutes now, recalling the memories of her past spent here in. Disguising herself as a guard with her magic, Jennifer had at least expected numerous magi guards to be traversing the stony passageways, to even hear the sound of their armoured feet racking against the masonry, but it was all too quiet.

Resting her arms over her head, Jennifer’s pale chin rose as she gazed up at the passing roof. Wooden beams braced against the parallel walls rose up majestically before her, displaying intricate representations of Ro’ell’s gods. Duly, she whispered the names of each one as she progressed, each one conjuring her distant studies. Jennifer felt strange, it seemed as if the rebels had simply given up and vanished, slipping into the cracks of whatever shadows they’d originated from. The fighting outside had been nightmarish, just seconds before reaching the castle she’d been desperately evading the whizzing fireballs and steel tipped arrows. The hand to hand killing and bloodied corpses lining the inner walls where a testament to that. Considering the rebel’s behaviour thus far, it made no sense to her that the rebels wouldn’t take advantage of the confusion and head for the king immediately.

The king’s security chambers lay at the end of her pathway, lining the walls of a simple antechamber. It acted as a safe almost, and Jennifer guessed once it was sealed it likely couldn’t be opened from the outside. Fortunately, luck favoured her as the echo of hurried footsteps reached her from behind. King Greyor, circled by three guards, was making his move to towards the safe. They stopped immediately as they spotted her.

“Magic,” one of the guards spat, sniffing the air like a literal hound dog. Greyor’s eyes narrowed as the perceptible danger presented itself in the form of Jennifer.

Jennifer’s grin could only widen fully behind the mask of her illusionary uniform. Lances of magic tore across the room as the guards launched several attacks without hesitation, creating glowing blades of energy which scythed into her. Jennifer’s slender body shuddered under the impacts, her head lulling. Abruptly her hair came down as her cruel smile rolled back to face the human guards, the wounds over her body vanishing magically.

“World fracture.”

Invisible blades ripped across the room, tearing chunks out of the masonry floor as Jennifer's attack carried itself forwards. All three guards howled in agony as their blood sprayed over the floor, splattering in horrible arcs across the walls. A shrill laugh pierced the ears of the Greyor as Jennifer stepped forwards unnervingly, revealing her true identity as she dipped her feet in puddles of red liquid. Her arms extended outwards as a hysterical voice thundered across the wide antechamber, depravity and joy mixed in her expression.

“You monster,” Greyor spat with a contemptuous snarl. He drew his sword, one final display of courageous resistance as Jennifer drew closer to him, her smile still fixed to her features.

“Of course I am, your city made me this way after all. Be proud! And now, you and I, we need to have a little private chat,” She uttered the final words in tantalizingly short clips, teasing the man playfully as her buzzing magic filled the entire room.




Jennifer stood face to face with Greyor as the king writhed in pain, twirling his golden crown around her fingers. The blood greasing her body slid to the tiles as she pulled herself away with a single motion. She took a deep breath and exhaled, a sigh of relief almost as she gaze around at her handiwork. The king was impaled against the wall, crucified almost as her spears held his arms outstretched. Since time had been short, this was all she could manage. For whatever reason, she still continued to pump her illusion magic into the room. In her other hand she juggled a dagger as she stepped closer once more, the blade inches away from dealing the finishing blow.

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He'd reached the double doors that led into the citadel. As he climbed the steps, Jennifer pushed the double doors opened and he followed her inside. The huge palace opened up before him and his gaze immediately went upwards to take in the enormous ceiling overhead. Ahead of him was another set of doors that he hurried to as Jennifer paced to them. However, as she reached the double doors, her form shimmered and faded away. Talon paused as he stared at where she'd once been standing. With a raised eyebrow he slowly moved towards the double doors and drew his throwing knives.

As he pushed open the doors he was met by the strong scent of blood, then his gaze shot about the room and noted four bodies laying on the floor. Blood coated the floor, glistening in the firelight of the torches on the walls. Talon moved quickly, rushing into the room with his heart in his throat. He couldn't believe what he saw, it was a slaughter that his eyes rested on. Slowly he realized that Jennifer was seated neatly next to the body of the King who was impaled up on the pillar in front of her, his golden crown twirling between her fingers. Her lithe form was covered head to foot in blood and Talon stopped mid stride in horror.

His eyes swept across her bloodied form, then to the men lying in their own crimson liquid. The assassin could hardly comprehend what was going on before him. Blue-grey eyes lifted to look at the King as he was pinned to the wall. His throat clenched tightly. However, as he approached her, the small woman stepped forward and put her knife into the King's body, essentially killing him. There was a soft cry, then an exhale of air as the man fell still finally.

"Jennifer," he whispered softly, his eyes wide. The knives fell from his numb fingers as he stared at her. It took him a moment, but he finally gained his composure and his hands clenched into fists, "What did you do?" He yelled in rage. Talon took three steps towards her and took hold of her shoulders roughly.

"Jennifer!" He screamed again. A choke escaped him as he looked back to the dead body, "How... why? What the hell is wrong with you?" he shook her again, then released her and looked to the King impaled on the wall. He reached up and ran a hand through his hair in defeat, gripping the long strands between his fingers tightly, causing a burn to course through his skull from pulling so hard.

"Perhaps she should join the ranks of the True Dragons," a deep voice called, echoing in the room.

Whirling around, Talon grabbed Jennifer once again and dragged her behind him without thought. His free hand drawing his dagger. From the shadows behind Jennifer's throne like chair, a glint of silver came first than the dark figure of the tall rebel mage. The True Dragon lifted his fingers and curled his clawed hand towards Talon. The assassin crouched down slightly, pushing her further behind him as he slowly backed away from the mage.

"She sure makes my own work pale in comparison. It's too bad that her power is something I need for my own plans."

"You're Domieen aren't you?"

The man stopped his advance and stretched out both hands on either side of his body, "Perhaps," the man's voice told Talon that he was smiling under the darkness of his hood. The rebel started forward again and Talon raised his dagger in a defensive position. His mind was still reeling at what he'd seen, he couldn't believe that Jennifer was sitting in the middle of the massacre, covered in blood and twisting around the crown in her hands. He tried hard to get the vision out of his mind, but it wasn't working.

"Step aside, assassin, make this easier for yourself."

"No," he growled.

"She just killed your King, do you not wish to see her own death?"

"Never."

Domieen laughed then and stopped his advance, "No matter, you're just a nuisance. You're of no importance to me at all," the man's clawed hand flicked forward and Talon felt his body tossed into the floor away from Jennifer. Black magic swirled around her and dragged her forward to the rebels side. His hand stretched out and gripped her around her neck, magic pouring from his body to encase her in a dark mist. He turned his hooded face to her, "You're illusions are of no help to you, woman. But your power is of much use to me."

Talon got back to his feet, only to have the magician slam him back into the floor. Silver bands wrapped themselves around his arm up to his shoulder, pinning him to the ground. Rolling to his side, Talon struggled to free his hand just as the True Dragon turned his silver claws to run across Jennifer's pale face. The silver brace around the assassin's wrist exploded in blinding light, sending a sharp wave of pain through his arm to his chest. The bands that held him to the ground broke and he flew to his feet the second he was free. However, as he rushed to the man, the black mist that surrounded Jennifer expanded and encased them both. In a matter of seconds, all that Talon clasped in his arms was misty air.

He stumbled to a halt and looked down to his empty arms. Whirling around he was met with nothing else in the room except for the four bodies. After a moment, Talon let out an enraged yell, dropping to his knees in anguish. What was he going to do now?

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*Crash*

Hadn't it been for the roar of defeat, Olivia might not have seen the falling lizard until it was too late. With graceful footwork, the elf launched herself back, her attire and hair swaying slightly from the quick, nimble hop.

Her eyes peered into the cloud of dust, finding the image of a gigantic black dragon that lay dead and had obstructed Olivia's current path. With it, came another crash, the elf flinching to the left as both her hands blocked her head from any smaller debris that launched itself into the air.

Straightening her lithe body, a corrupted aura rushed through her chest, the elf's nervous system registering it as the painful piercing of a sharp dagger as her left hand pressed against the area where Olivia's hard would be located. It did not take long for the origin of the corruption to emerge from the fading cloud of dust, a being cloaked in black robes.

In silence, the wood elf peered through the fringes of her dark-brown hair with her crimson eyes, observing as the figure brushed itself off in a manner that was unnerving to the woman. While she could feel pain mixing with the corrupt aura, the cloaked being did not seem to care about its dragon in the least.

Not a minute later, another dragon approached, this time flapping its blackened wings in front of the one mysterious figure, Olivia's ears picking up the muttering of the giant creature as two more figures jumped from the back of said dragon. Three, all sharing the same corrupted aura that kept piercing the elf's chest.

They were mumbling something, but the elven woman couldn't quite catch their words with her pointy ears. All that was certain, was that these figures were keen on taking down her, and Damascus. Speaking of which, where was he? Turning her body to the left, Olivia rapidly switched from section to section, her eyes trying to catch a glimpse of the armoured man.

Biting her red lips, a concerned expression colouring her pale face, the elf turned back to their current adversaries, finding that they had made a pact to attack all at once. She shook her head, her brown hair gently swaying across her face as a hand gently brushed the few loose fringes behind pointy ears, while the other slid the wood-crafted bow from the elf's torso.

With a quick motion of her free hand, Olivia removed one of the arrows from its respective quiver, twirling it briefly before placing it on the bow and pulling back the string, her mouth uttering a single, calming huff when her right hand released the tightly-pulled string.

The arrow dashed through the empty space between Olivia and one of the cloaked figures, cutting through the air as it was nearing its target. Within seconds, one of her three adversaries had hit the dust, the arrow piercing through its throat knocking them back a feet or two.

Once more, Olivia launched an arrow, this time only piercing the target's left shin. While pre-occupied with finishing her immobilized target, slitting the figure's throat with her side-arm, the third and final figure had jumped in from behind the elf, too close to shoot, too close to do anything. Once again, Olivia hopped back, the enemy's sickle lightly tapping the side of her left arm as the elf jumped passed him.

On instinct, Olivia clenched her injured arm, dropping her bow on the ground as crimson-red liquid dripped down from the vertical cut. Once more, the enemy charged in, this time for a finishing attack. Too quick to shoot, too late to stand and jab her knife through its torso...

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Gripping the dagger tightly between her fingers, Jennifer’s blade hovered just beyond Greyor’s chest, waiting for the doors to slam open. Her blood caked smile broadened as Talon’s dark form burst through the entrance, the wooden frames trembling with the force of his alacrity. As she heard the loud bang of timber racking the walls, she drove the pointed tip forwards, her wrists giving the weapon one last twist to end the life of the King.

"Jennifer,"

Only then did she shift her gaze towards Talon. Jennifer's thrill grew as the horror on his face became perceivable, his wide blue-grey eyes constricted in both revulsion and shock as he stared at the king’s corpse. The assassin seemed to gulp at first, his own knives clattering harmlessly to the floor with the light clang of metal scraping stone. Eventually his hands balled into fists as his contempt switched over to her and for a moment she swore she could see the veins on his face popping.

"What did you do? Jennifer!" he exclaimed, arresting her shoulders between his arms with a look of betrayal. The force of his shaking sent the golden crown flying out of her hand and rolling across the floor.

Despite the acute pain caused from his fingers digging into her skin, Jennifer did nothing to resist his iron grip. Unnervingly, she maintained a sharp smile as she simply directed her chin up to his face, a dreadfully condescending look undermining his anguish.

"How... why? What the hell is wrong with you?"

Released from his grip, she dusted herself off, though the motion only served to smear the blood still staining her clothes. “I already told you that you wouldn’t like everything you see,” she responded cheerfully, acting completely at ease with the situation. A new voice seemed to suck the air out of the room then, startling her. Jennifer hesitated as she recognised the unmistakable power and authority carried within the tone.

"Perhaps she should join the ranks of the True Dragons,"

Talon shoved her behind him, causing the mage to stare blankly at the back of the assassin in surprise. He was shielding her still? The thought lifted her lips into a small smirk even as Domieen’s treacherous presence loomed ever closer.

"She sure makes my own work pale in comparison. It's too bad that her power is something I need for my own plans." Jennifer blinked at Domieen's statement, her mind racing with alarm. She hadn't anticipated the rebels coming after her. Had she been mistaken? Talon’s efforts were ultimately futile as an invisible force whipped the man to the side, sending him crashing against a wall. Jennifer felt frighteningly exposed as the dark mists congregated around her feet before quickly rising to coat her entire body like a cocoon. The other man’s touch sent chills across her spine, making her recoil slightly as Domieen’s hand reached out and tightened around her neck. Resisting his vice-like hold all the way, her breath grew short as her throat muscles fought to break out of his cage.

"You're illusions are of no help to you, woman. But your power is of much use to me."

Jennifer licked the blood from her lips as Domieen ran his claws across her cheek, the jagged edges drawing painful lines over her face. “Oh? The choke-hold again?” she wheezed, pausing desperately to suck the air back into her lungs. Her eyes still glinted darkly as she stared at his hood, though it was difficult to tell whether she was being defiant or merely mischievous. “How boring. Though i should thank you for burning this giant pox of a city for me...So i guess lending you my assistance isn't out of the question,” she coughed a series of hissing fits meant to represent laughter even as she was whisked away.




As Talon’s knees hit the ground, the illusion previously held together by Jennifer’s proximity dissipated. Of the four carcasses, Greyor’s body vanished from the column entirely, dagger and spears along with it. The door to the safe came open with a sudden jolt then, King Greyor stumbling out of the safe very much alive.

The setting changes from City Ro'ell to Dragoon

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Character Portrait: Thane Illuvatar Character Portrait: Damascus Lion. Character Portrait: Vier Character Portrait: Moseun Zarka. Character Portrait: Olivia Wildbane

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I saw an death black dragon just in our path.So annoying still if this wouldn't had been enough 3 persons came.After some time i figured that they were most probably rebels.
Before i could decide what to do she jumped into a battle with them.
One of the enemies wanted to finish her with one single blow.Again i could feel an sentiment of extermination from the crossbow.It's curse was again taking control of my body."Die!"I shouted angered.In the meantime i aimed the chest of the person who wanted to kill her.A few second later the arrow i shooted transformed into a magic huge fire arrow.

It's destructive power was so great and devastating for it's enemies.I took of my helmet this time the expresion of my face changing from an normal person to that of an predator an hunter who wanted to kill all."Time to burn down everything and to kill you all!"I screamed nervous.
I was contained by another sentiment one of madness.Rarely it happened that this crossbow to transform me into a real monster.Without thinking at what could happen i began shooting small fire arrows in all directions this action creating an fire in the zone in which we were fighting with them.
"Burn in hell!"I said them on a changed tone.My weapon managed again to curse me as it did recently and one centhury ago.
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City Kingsburrow.
Moseun Zarka.

Finaly i arrived in this city hoping to find an ally.An ally who would lead me to Domieen.I
as an servant of Barthomel wanted some explications why until now my master was not revived.My
dragon landed near a inn."Time for a little break."I told him while entering in the inn not knowing how
many persons where there.As i entered the inn i observed an fight between a girl and an human being
which seemed to be very special. "This fight is one that The Dragon's Scourge can't just watch.On
whose side shall i be?"

I asked the two persons on a loud tone.I had no idea who they were but i decided
that my break was finishing here.I continued to look at them as i prepared my iron claws.This fight was
too great to not interfere.
From their appearance and battle skills i figured that no one of them was an normal person.
My nickname was so popular but no one know it's true meaning.Only the rebels knowed whose scourge i really was.
I wasn't expecting to find a rebel here but i wanted to participate at this battle.

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well

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hi man

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She had closed her eyes as her free hand squeezed tightly into the bleeding limb, the elven woman's head gently bowing as if she accepted her fate. Which she did, actually. Actions were countered with an opposite reaction, a teaching that she knew well from her clan. This would be her reaction; Acceptance.

Flinching at the sound of a loudly exclaimed grunt, her mind in a state of confusion as she knew fully well that her spirit and body were both very conscious. With reluctant movements, Olivia opened her crimson eyes that were introduced to a fearsome sight of fiery death, Damascus towering above it all. This was the very first surge of emotion the wood elf had registered from the armoured man, rage and fury filling his soul.

Rising to her feet, Olivia clenched her teeth as her right arm-muscle stretched the freshly-made wound, the elven woman taking a split second to gather herself before approaching a mad and delusional Damascus. “Calm yourself!” The woman exclaimed, releasing her injured arm to rest her left hand on the man's shoulder. “They are dead. There is no need to torment their soulless bodies any further...”

Observing the scorching flames, Olivia let out a painful huff, her left hand releasing the man's shoulder and moving back to clenching her right arm as her body stumbled forward to gather her arms.

Sheathing her knife and sliding her bow across her chest once more, the elf's eyes gazed at her companion as her mind wondered what had gotten him so filled with the fury and rage that had submerged so abruptly...

The woman shook her head, sighing as her hands brushed her hair back behind pointy ears. It was no matter, so long as Damascus did not carry on with his current charade, it was insulting to see someone who appeared to be so calm fly into a blinding rage that had no rhyme or reason.

Turning away from her companion, Olivia scanned her surroundings for a way passed the dragon carcass, as climbing over it did not ring a pleasant considering she did not want to strain her arm. Luckily, its head had smashed a building to smithereens, the walls just low enough to jump over. Nodding in that direction, the wood elf pressed onward, briefly glancing back at Damascus to see if he was following...

Having crossed the obstacle, Olivia paused, taking a mere second to investigate her wound. The cut was not too deep, but the bleeding had yet to stop. Closing her eyes, her free hand hovered over the cut, her red lips uttering a chant as the hand began to glow a dim white, magical energy circling around and in the wound as it closed in mere seconds, leaving only a thin line behind.

The magic surge had tired her slightly and it didn't help her case that the fight, albeit a short one, was tiring in and of itself. After having taken a quick breather, Olivia once more set her focus on finding the others, trying to figure where they'd go.

What was their purpose in Ro'ell? Prevent an attack, which she had just witnessed in the flesh. Why attack Ro'ell? What did these corrupt souls wish the destruction of a city? Placing her left index-finger on her lips while leaning with her left elbow on the palm of her right hand, Olivia pondered.

With a loud gasp, the elf quickened her steps. She knew where they would go, the castle...


It didn't take her long to arrive at the castle walls, nor did any door obstruct her constant pace, something that Olivia was relieved by. What did slow her down, was another corrupt and sinister presence, one larger than the three cloaked figures combined, this aura felt more like a surge of lightning passing through her entire body a surge that had her stop for a brief moment before she could continue down the large hallway.

The elf could feel the human male's presence, but his aura was a mixture of confusion and sadness. Why? Olivia questioned herself as her feet stumbled through the last bit of hallway, her crimson eyes being met with an awful sight of chaos, and the one person that concerned her sitting sorrowfully in the middle of it all.

The elf did not utter a single word, she only approached the man, offering him a helping hand to get back on his two feet as her expression matched the current emotion her companion was feeling. Olivia didn't turn to the sound of heavy doors opening, until after the assassin had risen from his feeble position, her gaze cautiously observing the figure that entered through the opening...

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Damascus Lion. Character Portrait: Olivia Wildbane

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After a few moments i managed to calm myself so that i followed her to the palace.I managed to destroy them using my fury but my weapon controled me.I put my helmet back then i told her
"There is something that you don't know about this weapon,something that earlier transformed me into a animal.This crossbow is the weapon of the First Emperor of Zonia.One centhury ago when i acquired this weapon i became what i am now.


An dark elf with red eyes.It cursed me and then like now it transfomed me into a beast."I told wanting that she to know my past.
As i continued to follow her i wasn't sure about who could we meet.Then i saw him.Something happened to him but still i didn't knowed what.I was waiting that he would speak with us but indeed something bad happened.
"Do you have an idea of what could had happen?"I asked her curious.


"Not again.Damn it."I said nervous as i felt an headache.I took my helmet down holding it in one of hands.My other hand,in which i was holding my crossbow,started to trembly.I was feeling an chill and then my eyes were concentrated at the building.
It happened again but this time i tried to abstain myself but in the meantime i was wanting so much to feel the thrill of hunting.Hunting everything that i would find.
"Let me to lead you to death."I whispered on a sinister tone my eyes being concentrated on the building in which we were.I barely abstained myself to not move or to do something but i could not abstain myself for an eternity.

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Damascus Lion. Character Portrait: Olivia Wildbane

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Talon V'lyn

He sat on his knees with his head bowed for some time, it was probably only minutes, but it felt like ages to him. Down on the ground, his hands were curled in fists and his hair covered his eyes that were squeezed shut as he fought off his boiling rage and defeat. Not only had he witnessed Jennifer killing the King, but he was unable to save the mans life, to add to the insult, he lost the illusion mage to the rebels. That was something he had not planned on. He cursed again, his voice thick with emotion.

Too caught up in his own turmoil he didn't notice the room change, nor Whiskers and the Zonian Hunter enter the room either. The only thing that brought his attention back to the present was the elf's hand stretching down under his face and offering him help to stand. Her presence pricked at his senses and his eyes opened, moist with tears of failure. He slowly reached up and allowed her to help him back to his feet. From the side of the room, a large safe pushed open and a man stumbled out. His eyes were wild with fury as he looked about the room frantically.

Talon's heart clenched and his eyes widened. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Quickly, he looked to the wall where he'd seen the King's body pinned. However, what he saw was nothing but smooth wood, no blood, no body. The assassin shot his eyes back to the King who also laid his gaze on the young boy. In a couple of long strides, the larger man took hold of Talon's shoulders and gave him a harsh shake.

"Where is she? Where is that whelp of a woman?" He growled.

Talon's eyes darkened and his jaw clenched tightly. Almost forgetting himself, he shoved out of the King's grip and took several steps backwards, his hands reaching for his weapons before he stopped himself. "My Lord," he growled in response, then he took a deep breathe to steady himself, "She's gone. Taken by the rebels. What the hell just happened? I thought you were dead!?"

"Dead?! By God, never!" The man roared back in astonishment. He whirled around and looked at the other two companions in the room, his gaze settling on the bodies of the men on the floor, "That witch. How could you let her get away?"

"Get away? She was taken from me," Talon retorted.

"Blast it all! That little monster has gone too far this time..." The King growled to himself, running his hands through his hair roughly. Then he looked back to Talon, "Who are you anyway? Who sent you?"

"Lord V'lyn," Talon gave his name in a growl, his bow to the King nothing but mockery, "My King, and no one sent me. We came here in the hopes of trying to save the city."

"Well you failed, Lord V'lyn. Where's your Father? He could have done better than this. Allowing those... beasts ravage the city and letting the most dangerous mage known to man get away from us. Do you realize how long we've been trying to find her?"

Let it go, Talon. There's a reason your Father never cared for King Greyor. This is why. Don't do anything rash, Vy said softly, calming his riders rising anger. The dragon had used their connection to hear everything that was happening in the room.

Vy! This man... why is someone like him a King? He isn't making any sense, he's utterly mad!

There have been far worse men than he, my little assassin.

"There was nothing to save to begin with, My Lord," Talon retorted and turned to Whiskers. He took her arm gently and gave her a gentle push towards the double doors. Behind him, the King stammered in astonishment as Talon turned and completely left him.

"You're leaving? You've done nothing and you're leaving? You cannot just leave, V'lyn! You have a duty to the King's word!"

"You're word was I failed, so I'm leaving. There's obviously nothing more I can do," Talon called back and was out of the room before the man could say anything more. The assassin moved the other two quickly outside, his gaze looking immediately to the sky where the black dragons still wheeled. Though with their leader long gone, the attack was slowly fading. Black dots in the sky could be seen retreating off in the distance.

"Damn," Talon cursed softly. Then he turned, his body shaking, and slammed his fist into the wall behind him, effectively breaking his hand, though the pain didn't register. His chest heaved as he stood there with his head bowed. "Damn it..."

What of the King, Talon?

He can rot for all I care.

Talon, Vy's voice was soft though it held the edge of a reprimanding tone, At least find some guards to send to him.

His jaw clenched and his eyebrows came down in frustration, but he relented to his dragon, Fine.

"Come, we have to start looking for the others. Once everyone's together again we need to find Jennifer. I won't leave her in the hands of those bastards to do with her whatever they want," Talon said, turning to Whiskers and the Hunter. He gazed at both of them for a time before turning and walking down the steps. The first set of guards he found, he ordered to the palace, from there he made his way to Vy who directed the assassin to his whereabouts.

Vier

Her lips curved upwards, eyes flashing still. Her body came crashing down into the floor as the man just barely managed to avoid her. Her dagger slammed into the wood floor, one hand stretched outwards to balance her landing, one leg bent while the other was stretched out to the side. Flipping her head upwards, her hair tossed backwards and she looked up at the large man. Vier's tongue stretched out and slowly ran across her lips as she stood. A soft laugh filled her as she eyed him and his strange magic.

He was very powerful, perhaps someone who could bring about the rebels desires faster than anyone else in the ranks. However, Vier wasn't too inclined to allow him to join in on the ranks that easily. She wanted to test him now, to see what exactly he was capable of before asking him. If she killed him, well then... he just wasn't powerful enough. The dark magic swirled around her and she flicked her hand outwards to once again encase the man in the dark energy. If she could just hold him down long enough, his regeneration would ultimately make her play all the more fun, and his day all the more worse. Of course, that's how she thought of it anyway.

City Laowlee, Jennifer

“Oh? The choke-hold again? How boring. Though i should thank you for burning this giant pox of a city for me...So I guess lending you my assistance isn't out of the question?”

He laughed at her in response, his magic continuing to work its way around them. The dark mist that encased him and the woman mage didn't obscure his view of the assassin at all. Domieen clearly saw the burst of white light from under his long sleeve and the power that emanated from the young man was something that he'd felt before. He felt a growl of anger pierce him as he faded away entirely, lingering just long enough to give the boy false hope of getting his woman back.

The room changed completely. The wooden beams and statues were replaced with rock wall and a deep darkness that was only penetrated by a soft light behind him. He didn't release the woman at all as he stood in the cell. Instead he held her at arms length in front of him so he could get a better look at her in the soft light. His clawed hand reached out and brushed her hair away from her face.

"No, mage. You're assistance isn't going to be lent to me. I assure you, you're not going to like what I have in mind for you," Domieen walked forward with her still in his hold. Once he reached the wall, the light behind him flickered as his dark magic filled the room. It was thicker here, almost as if this were his place of residence and the place where he gained his power. The center of everything.

"Magic and blood. Both are needed to raise him, I'm sure you know of whom I speak of, mage. Our true dragon, our true God. He once was powerful, he once built this land with that power, but he was thrown down into the darkest depths of this world because he had different ideas to the other Gods. However, he sleeps no longer," he pressed her against the wall where dark magic writhed against the black stone and stretched out and around her, holding immobilized against the stone.

"Magic comes from those who use it to kill. You've done much for me on your own, mage. However, you're power is raw, unique even. I've never seen such an illusion mage in my life time," he leaned forward, "and I assure you, I've lived a long time," the clawed fingers curled under her jaw. "Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you, just strip you of your power. Siphon it straight to our God," as he spoke something slithered across her arm, coiling it's way up to her shoulder before rearing back it's rounded head. The pitch black coil had no face, however a slit opened up and it latched onto the soft skin between her shoulder and neck.

"Pure magic, how wonderful," Domieen stepped away as he eyed his handy work. The black snack like thing was pulsing as it held onto her, "You should know, using any of your illusions will only speed the process. I don't advise that, unless of course you wish to be a weak human sooner than later," he gave a soft laugh as he disappeared into the dark hall, silver bars slamming shut behind him.

"Don't fret, your assassin will be joining you as well. Don't think I missed that spark of power he possess now. I don't care how he obtained the vambrace of the dragon God Ieer, all that matters is I will strip him of that new found power and once I'm done with that, I'll bleed him dry. His life will flow into our God and awaken him."

Locien

The black dragon ignored his captives threats and continued on his way. It was soon that the dark elf could see the city that he was being taken too. Laowlee was easily discernible as it was situated right between two mountains. Black dragons wheeled around in the sky, the city had obviously fallen some time ago without any prior knowledge.

The large beast spiraled downwards and dropped the elf into the courtyard none to lightly. In a matter of seconds he was detained by the waiting mages and taken into the depths of the broken and tattered city Palace. He was taken straight into the dungeons beneath the city without pause. The cells were mostly filled, at the back of each one a sickly looking person or one already dead hung onto the wall, covered in dark magic that looked like spiders webbing holding them upright. A single solid black coil running up each of their arms. Some of those coils were larger than others, some much smaller. It could be seen that the larger coils were attached to people who were either very sickly or dead already.

The black cloaked rebels walked passed one such cell that had just closed and met with a taller man. His silver clawed hand flashing in the dim lighting of the dungeons. With a flick of his wrist, the man pointed to an opened cell down the hall. The rebels followed the order and took the dark elf there. Tossed inside, he was followed by the taller rebel who looked down at him and held an air of authority.

"Pride of the Seeker. We finally meet," the man rasped as he stood in the doorway of the cell, "Interestingly I cannot siphon magic from you as I do others, for your power isn't necessarily innate is it?"

The cloaked man didn't wait for an answer only stepped backwards to allow the silver bars to close, "I will have to device other means of taking that power from the jewel you wear, elf. Then we shall see if you are still a threat to me at all," the rebel left then, making his way down the hall and leaving the dark elf in darkness.

The setting changes from City Ro'ell to City Laowlee

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Her eyes narrowed they adjusted themselves to the dank lighting of the cell room. Jennifer sniffed at the stagnant air, the stink of sweat and urine ruining her senses and wrinkling her nose. Withdrawing her gaze from observing her surroundings back to Domieen, her dark brown eyes were greeted by the sight of his cold metallic claws pulling away loose strands of her fringe.

"No, mage. You're assistance isn't going to be lent to me. I assure you, you're not going to like what I have in mind for you," Domieen murmured, his voice matching their surroundings, devoid of emotion and empty like a void.

Jennifer’s slender limbs continued to hold onto his wrist, but only so much as to prevent herself from suffocating. Trickles of blood pouring from gashes Domieen had created earlier still lined the side of her face. Despite everything she continued to smile at him, her smirk pulled wide across her pale cheeks in an unnervingly delighted expression.

“Torture? Death? Feeling pain and misery is the natural course of life,” she chuckled, her tongue twisting with apparent joy even as his chokehold forced her words to become mere rasps.

She noticed the stony walls passing beside her and realised she was being carried to the wall at the end of the cell. Eventually, her back felt the chilly touch of the black stone behind rubbing painfully against her spine. Domieen's powerful grip loosened their hold then and Jennifer gasped for breath. "Magic and blood. Both are needed to raise him, I'm sure you know of whom I speak of, mage. Our true dragon, our true God. He once was powerful, he once built this land with that power, but he was thrown down into the darkest depths of this world because he had different ideas to the other Gods. However, he sleeps no longer," Domieen explained. A fervent tremble overcame his tone, his ire riled by the injustice within his story. Following this, Jennifer's limbs were pinned against the wall by his dark magic once more, locking her in place.

"Magic comes from those who use it to kill. You've done much for me on your own, mage. However, you're power is raw, unique even. I've never seen such an illusion mage in my life time," Domieen drew is face closer to hers, close enough for her to make out the dimples are his mouth. An alien sensation twisted her chest before she realised it was fear clawing its way into her heart. A fear which sent thrills of excitement rippling across her entire body as his gauntlet enclosed around her chin. "And I assure you, I've lived a long time. Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you, just strip you of your power. Siphon it straight to our God,"

As he said this a sharp sting tore into her neck forcing her gaze to flicker over the black leech-like snake pulsing over her left shoulder. "Pure magic, how wonderful. You should know, using any of your illusions will only speed the process. I don't advise that, unless of course you wish to be a weak human sooner than later," Domieen taunted, drawing her attention once more as he stepped behind the bars, slamming the door shut with a clang. "Don't fret, your assassin will be joining you as well. Don't think I missed that spark of power he possesses now. I don't care how he obtained the vambrace of the dragon God Ieer, all that matters is I will strip him of that new found power and once I'm done with that, I'll bleed him dry. His life will flow into our God and awaken him."

The smile on her face dropped briefly at the mention of Talon, though only for a second. Abruptly, her hoarse laughter bounced across the bland walls and slipped through the gaps in the iron bars, her small frame heaving with each breath.

The setting changes from City Laowlee to City Ro'ell

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Character Portrait: Thane Illuvatar Character Portrait: Vier

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He let the dark powers envelop him, holding him in place. He had just a few more tricks up his sleeve, several of which could possibly end this fight by bringing the city down around him. But he wasn't all that destructive yet. The bones that knit into armor around him slowly took on an amorphous shape, the clatter of bone on bone a deafening hum that rang through the nearly empty building. The space between them filled with the dark purple liquid and the aroma of fresh graves and oddly enough, blossoming lilies, filled the air of the room in an almost palpable manner. The bones were taking on life of their own and from behind the mass of marrow and energy, Thane spoke, his voice as thunderous as a torrent.

"I offer you this girl. I am no more than a humble merchant, but as you've seen, there's always more to the story. These corpses and bones, cadavers and remains bow to me as though I were a tyrannical king. Come with me girl, and you shall live and train, fight and kill to your heart's content," From the mass of bone and energy, a skeletal hand extended itself towards Vier. "I will show you what it means to command death not unlike the Reaper himself. But refuse," A shrill whistle rang from behind the wall and in moments the steady thud of massive wings in the air was audible. "And your corpse shall feed my dragon at breakfast. The choice is up to you and you could always simply walk away." The bones slowly grew restless, eager to return to rest, as was Thane. But he would not allow them, until the fight was finished. Silently, he waited for her answer.

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Damascus Lion. Character Portrait: Olivia Wildbane

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No, Olivia had no other response to Damascus' question than a simple shake of her head. She had no clue on what had occurred, nor was it her first concern at this very moment. Glaring at the assassin as he took her hand, the elf tried to find an answer in his tearful expression, her lips attempting to utter words of comfort but stop halfway through when a figure butted into the small group.

Glancing at the man, Olivia listened to his shouting curses. How utterly disgusting, already could she not stand this man who didn't seem to think about his environment, and the people within it. The elf couldn't say that the man was worth her attention, although she had to restrain herself to not jab an arrow in the king's throat as he, apparently, put all the blame on Talon.

If at all, he should blame his own incompetence, rather than looking for a scapegoat. Especially not one that only wanted to prevent the city from being destroyed, but maybe the elf was alone on that standpoint.

Instead, Olivia was about to give her piece of this argument, but was stopped from doing so when the young assassin gently grabbed her arm, and nudged the elven woman to the nearest exit, he himself turning his back on the mad king and guiding the elf and the armoured man outside of the castle, once again being greeted by the flames of combat, dragons circling above the scorching town still.

Taking a second to observe the fading aerial battlefield, Olivia let out a sorrowful sigh, Ro'ell was lost as it had been given the same fate as Crystacia, and probably many more cities to count...

The elven woman still could not grasp the reason for these attacks, why these rebels felt as if they were corrupted. The elder told how some were always susceptible to power, perhaps that was all it was; the desire to obtain power. The elf pondered some more, her train of thoughts riding far until the sound of something slamming against a solid surface brought her to reality.

The neutral expression on her face transformed into a sorrowful one, watching as Talon released his frustrations on the outer walls of the castle, the solid cobblestone construct effectively absorbing, and returning the force of the humans punch.

Olivia could only nod as the assassin suggested they'd find the others, but approached him as they were walking down the steps, placing her left hand on his shoulder as the elf gently turning Talon to meet with his eyes. “Whatever went down in there, do not put the blame on yourself...” Olivia whispered, briefly turning her crimson eyes to the humans hand that she noted had swollen slightly.

“Say... I imagine that we are all a bit exhausted. Why don't we find a place to rest after finding the others, and I fix up that hand of yours?” It'd do them some good, and it'd give them some time to plan their rescue, although Olivia wasn't too keen on that. It was a given that Ro'ell's king was an arse, even the most air-headed being could figure that out, but his words rang true to some extent and the elf already had her doubts on that human girl...

Shaking her head, the elf followed the young assassin, asking- No, insisting that she'd ride with him...

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Damascus Lion. Character Portrait: Olivia Wildbane

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Hunting was it's passion maybe a deadly one but still one which gave him the thrill,thrill of hunted,that
he wished to feel so much."My weapon needs me to kill everything."He said on a sinister tone as it
seemed that he was under it's control,transformed from a calm person to hunter this way of being
matching his nickname the Zonian Hunter. While he followed Olivia and Talon he barely had the
force to abstain and so he could feel that sooner or later this thrill of hunting will control him.

"So weak and so fragile."Damascus said on a changed voice.Just from his voice and way of speaking
you could realize that he wasn't Damascus anymore.The weapon which was his source of power was
also the source of it's curse.Now Damascus was preparing to shoot a few arrows with his crossbow
randomly in this city,as his hungered for destruction and death.Still holding his helmet in his right
hand the others could saw that the expresion of his face totaly changed.It no longer represented the
Zonian Hunter,it was the expresion of an animal.

While he was preparing to use it's crossbow a memory appeared in front of him.He remembered the words of his father before dying"Son i recognize you as a true zonian.You proved me today that you are not a failure.Never let your weapon to control you."While Damascus remembered the words of his father before giving his last breath he repeated them with loud voice.In that moment he falled down on the ground sitting on it with his knees.He dropped the crossbow and the helmet simultaneously on the ground those object creating an noise.In that moment while he wasn't holding the crossbow his skin changed from dark to white and his eyes from red to blue.

The setting changes from City Ro'ell to Dragoon

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Azmirian Character Portrait: Rania Birviel Character Portrait: Lyuze Pyren

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---Rania and Lyuze (City Ro'ell)---

With the dragons help, dealing with the three dragon's felt like it only happened in minutes after Rania stabbed into the base of the neck of the dragon that attacked her and Lyuze. Zoron, still peeved about Locien's sudden capture, bit into the neck of the second and burning it with his flame at the same time, leaving Vy and Azmirian to deal with the other dragon as they pleased.

"When I get my claws on that dumb idiot of a master.." Zoron said whilst shaking his head. "Might as well make sure Rania and Lyuze and the others are safe. Better have Lyuze get on me so we can meet up with Talon. Azmirian, meet me at the Palace with Rania to regroup with Talon."

With that Zoron craned his neck, beckoning Lyuze to get on. She did so with a tad bit of nervousness in her stomach, and worried and peeved about where the Pride of the seeker was. Zoron growled as if to match her worry as he flew towards the Palace of Ro'ell.

---Locien (City Laowlee)---

"So Laowlee had already fallen to the True dragons eh?" Locien muttered to himself as he was dumped off the dragon and dragged to a prison cell. He just got up as he looked at a man who seemed to have want to use the power of the amulet he held for some diabolical purpose. Before he could even protest that there was no way to do so, the figure left, leaving Locien alone.

"Fel!" he cursed loudly. "I need to get out of here fast before he even tries to break the laws of the Seeker! It's bad when Magi try to mess with a God's stuff. Archmage Finaro of the house of Randor in the Tok'nowe Alliance learned that the hard way, now he's a babbling mindless buffoon." Locien scanned his cell carefully, noting the silver barred door. He eyed the hinges of the door carefully, hoping that they were half pin barrel hinges. They were, but there was no leverage to be of use to lift the door off without using the amulet.

"So I guess I have to wait till a guard comes by and I pick his pockets for the key. Then I'll give that supposed "Leader" of these Dragonslaves a sign to tell how badly mistaken he was for imprisoning me. Thus saith the Pride of the Seeker." Locien stated to himself as he seated himself nearest to the door to keep an eye out for any guards.

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Thane Illuvatar Character Portrait: Damascus Lion. Character Portrait: Vier Character Portrait: Olivia Wildbane

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City Ro'ell : Talon V'lyn

“Whatever went down in there, do not put the blame on yourself...” The soft voice came from the elf, Whiskers. Talon allowed her to turn him to meet her gaze, her red eyes were soft, framed by her silky hair. She looked at him in sorrow, but her words were comforting. The assassin took a deep breathe to try to relax his body. He didn't say anything to her, only nodded then continued on his way down the street.

Behind them, the one named Damascus dropped, his helmet and weapon clattering to the ground. Talon whirled around to see what had happened, then noted the change in the man's appearance. With an eyebrow raised, he walked to the man and put his hand on his shoulder. After assessing if Damascus was wounded or not, he finally knelt down and eyed him closely.

"Are you alright?"

That weapon, Talon. It's not a natural weapon. I would be wary of it... his dragon called lightly.

Talon's gaze dropped to the weapon that Damascus let fall to the ground, then back to the man whom he knelt next to. The brace around his wrist pulsed painfully, the glowing growing stronger, but nothing came of it. Grinding his teeth, Talon reached over and gripped his arm as he stood, stumbling slightly. With the distance from the weapon, the brace seemed to relax as well.

I think we should get more information on that, Vy said.

I think you're right. This thing is driving me nuts, and I can't take it off...

There's got to be a way. Just be patient, we'll figure out something.

“Say... I imagine that we are all a bit exhausted. Why don't we find a place to rest after finding the others, and I fix up that hand of yours?”

Talon looked to Whiskers and gave a soft sigh. She also told him that she was going to ride with him, the tone of her voice made it clear that she wouldn't have it any other way. As much as he wanted to get moving to get Jennifer, he knew she was right. They were all tired and should probably rest before going anywhere so soon. To add to it, the mention of his hand had his attention drawn to it, and only then did the pain register. With a soft curse, his hand that was already tightened over his forearm, clenched harder. The broken bones had already swollen the hand.

"You're right," he hissed softly between clenched teeth.

Vy laughed lightly through their connection, Your temper does get the better of you doesn't it, my little assassin?

An eyebrow twitch and a glare skywards was all that was received in response to Vy's laughter. Looking back to Whiskers and Damascus, he motioned for them to keep moving.

We're landing where you are soon, Talon. It seems that Zoron is in quite the hurry. It may take some convincing to allow him to rest elsewhere before retrieving his rider.

Locien's been taken?

Yes, not too long after landing it seems.

Do we know why?

Aside from his being the Pride of the Seeker, no.

Duly noted.

"Nevermind, it seems that our transportation has come to us. We might not have any luxury of resting though. Locien's been taken as well."

As he spoke, overhead the dragons came spiraling downwards, their slow circles making them larger with each pass. Finally all four dragons landed in the rubble of the city, each majestic beast looking over each of their riders. Talon moved to Vy, the large dragons silver head bending down to nudge the assassin gently in the chest affectionately. Talon reached out with his good hand and patted the beasts soft nose in response. Glancing to Whiskers, he jerked his head to the saddle on Vy's neck as he made his way there. Swiftly climbing up with one hand, he settled himself and turned in order to reach her and bring her up behind him.

City Kingsburrow : Vier

"I offer you this girl. I am no more than a humble merchant, but as you've seen, there's always more to the story. These corpses and bones, cadavers and remains bow to me as though I were a tyrannical king. Come with me girl, and you shall live and train, fight and kill to your heart's content. I will show you what it means to command death not unlike the Reaper himself. But refuse, and your corpse shall feed my dragon at breakfast. The choice is up to you and you could always simply walk away."

Vier looked around, her skin crawling slightly as the bony hand stretched out for her. She reflexively took a step backwards, her gaze shifting all around the room. Her heart shot to her throat, but it wasn't fear the crawled along her skin. It was jealousy. How did this man have so much power? How? It was the only thing that ran through her mind as she watched his prowess. Of course, the call for fighting and killing to her own content was... oh so tempting. Vier could only stand there, stock still as she pulled through her mind the options... the many possibilities.

Her throat constricted as she almost agreed to him immediately, but the words were cut off. What of Domieen? What of her alliance to him? Could she turn her back to him so easily? Perhaps. Her lips curved upwards, baring pearly white teeth and an evil smile that was filled with cunning. She was thinking deeply on the offer. The temptation was getting to her. How could she not deny the power she saw before her? It almost exceeded that of Domieen's.

Almost.

Slowly, she replaced the knife in her belt and put her hand up on her hip. Throwing her hip off to one side as she leaned her weight on one leg, she eyed the man before her with interest. Her hair fell over one shoulder as her head tilted slightly.

"How... intriguing. I try to kill you and you offer me to live and train with you?" Vier took several steps forwards, careful to keep her hands seen at all times so that he didn't mistake her for trying to attack him again. She got close to him, but not too close, her eyes flicking up and down his frame, "Not a bad offer," she whispered to him.

"I don't see any other option for me," she reached up and twisted a lock of hair, "I'll accept your... offer."

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Damascus Lion. Character Portrait: Olivia Wildbane

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"Nothing is fine."Damascus said exausted.As he lifted from the ground, Damascus put his helmet on his head,and took his crossbow back the color of the skin and his eyes changing again.The weapon continued to emanate an red energy which was spreading over his body.It's loial companion Astarod came near him asking his master"What happened?"Not wanting to speak about the incident the assassin told him"Nothing i just remembered some precious words from my father."

As Damascus climbed on Astarod he looked at the destroyed city and thinked to what happened."Crystacia,Yeveen,and now Ro'ell.I wonder which city is their next target."Damascus asked to himself curiously.In the meantime the red energy was continously extending on his body provoking him pain.Not being able to support the pain Damascus screamed.The crossbow was now more like a pain and a torture to him then a blessing and the source of his power.

"I can't support this pain."The Zonian Hunter told seeming very tired.Earlier while he and Whiskers encountered a few enemies he shooted many fire arrows randomly this act being provoked by anger,which consumed many energy.Not being able anymore to support the continous pain and since he consumed so much magic he fainted."Damascus,that damn crossbow.He fainted."Astarod shouted to Talon and Whiskers.In the past the assassin was controled by his weapon but he never fainted because of it.Maybe his weapon recently found a way how to control him better,using his emotions.

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City Kingsburrow

"I don't see any other option for me. I'll accept your... offer." The words were honey to Thane's ears as a hidden grin found its way across his face, underneath the bones that separated them. The remainder of the bone fell away and the room returned to normal. Or rather, as normal as it could be with two living dead men shambling around the tables. He kept the skeletal hand linked to his own palm for a moment, then dropped these bones like the others. His weapons fell back to his side where they hung by ropes, making it obvious he wasn't going to attack her as he stepped forward. His hand outstretched and took hers, obviously a handshake to seal the deal, but he had known more than that. A Nephilim does not make offers with his words.

As their hands touched, a single strand of purple energy flowed don his arm and branded itself into the back of her hand in the shape of an eye with a wave through it. For a while, the symbol burned white hot on her hand, most likely causing her some pain, but she wasn't showing it. He liked this one already. The final leg of the deal came through images that bombarded both their minds. Origins of the Nephilim, their ancestors, an unholy host of what could only be described as fallen angels. And just like that, the deal was done. The images stopped themselves and the mark faded in to almost non-existence. If someone hadn't known better, they wouldn't have seen it at all. "This way then." Thane said cheerfully as he led her out of the inn.

The setting changes from Dragoon to City Ro'ell

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Damascus Lion. Character Portrait: Olivia Wildbane

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#, as written by Byte
So not one, but two had been abducted by the enemy...

That did make the situation more dire.

Watching as Damascus rose up and hid behind his helmet once more, Olivia observed that weapon of his. What did he tell her again? Resting her right index-finger on her lower lip, the elf tried to recall the man's words. He told of how it had been a weapon of some Emperor, and that acquiring it, he had cursed himself? Or... was it that the weapon just chose to curse him?

Olivia made a mental note that she had to look into it some other time. For now, it appeared that they were going to leave Ro'ell behind them, the four dragons spiralling down, two of them approaching their respective master.

Her crimson eyes fell on the silver dragon that belonged to Talon, them greeting each other bringing a smile on the elf's lips. It was... endearing, in a way. It was obvious that those two had a strong and tight bond with each other.

Nodding as the assassin jerked his head to a saddle that had been strapped on the lizard's back, Olivia slowly approached the giant silver-scaled creature, taking Talon's hand as he pulled her onto the dragon's neck. It took another second to make herself comfortable, her body still not accustomed to sitting on a dragon's neck. In her eyes, it differed a lot from sitting on a horse. For one, a dragon was usually larger.

Smiling contently at her seat, the elf gently wrapped one arm around Talon's waist, her crimson eyes look underneath some wild strands of hair to observe the other dragons and their... masters? Companions? Olivia wasn't sure how to describe the relationship between a dragon and a humanoid, thought she settled on the former. It fitted best for now.

The elf nodded at Talon that she was ready for take off, but was stopped halfway through as one of the dragons, Damascus' dragon, mentally shouted its concerns. Fainted? Turning her crimson gaze at the red beast, Olivia did spot the man in question half-hung on his lizard friend, nodding at the dragon to acknowledge his shout.

“I know you don't like this, but it seems we got no choice but to find a safe area to recuperate, luxury or no.” The elf spoke with a slight bit of concern, turning her head back to the human assassin. She herself did not like the option either, but with Talon's arm and Damascus' sudden fainting, they were practically forced to put their rescue on hold.

The setting changes from City Ro'ell to Dragoon

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Rania Birviel Character Portrait: Lyuze Pyren Character Portrait: Olivia Wildbane

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---Rania and Lyuze, City Ro'ell---

Lyuze was about to say something about Locien's absence but the look on Talon's face already showed. She gave an unhappy and angry look at everyone, to show her displeasure of The Pride of the Seeker mysteriously disappearing.

Zoron rolled his eyes at Lyuze's look as Rania noticed several of the members of their group was injured. "Wait a minute, I agree with Whiskers, we need to patch up the wounded before planning anything else from here. Where's Jennifer?" She asked, but half knowing the answer if she met the same odd fate as Locien. She bit her lip in frustration at the thought of both members being taken to be interrogated or worse killed.

"Knowing Locien," Zoron stated in his own thoughts, "I have a feeling that we may not have to worry too much about a rescue, because knowing Locien, he's working on a way to rescue himself." Zoron shook his head in annoyance, Locien must've been ambushed by one of the enemy's dragons, that would've been the only thing that could've caught him that fast without giving him enough time to activate the amulet.

---Locien, City Laowlee---

"If I ever see that woman who clocked me on the head, I'll have to remind myself to kill her since she marked herself for death by touching the amulet." Locien stated to himself as he once more took to consideration that there was probably no alternative to get himself out of the situation he was in by simply waiting for a guard, whom he doubted even existed if they just killed their prisoners anyway by observations of some of his cellmates.

His cellmates! He half forgot about the cell that closed right before he came. That man must've captured one of the magic users in the group in Ro'ell as well, and from the hoarse laughter that followed, knew it had to be Jennifer, otherwise he was just imagining it. He knew now more then ever that he had to take drastic steps to get him and her out of there, due to the fact that those snake-like parasites are killing their prisoners., Locien pondered that he must be an exception due to the fact it's the amulet that does most of the magic, he was just a conduit.

"There's no other choice, it's either use the amulet and get us both out, or not and potentially kill us both." Locien slowly but surely pondered the choice for a full minute before coming to a conclusive decision. "Yeah. It's time to not be stingy." He slowly brought the amulet to his lips, "I awaken to repentance, to blend in the shadows of Death." he muttered before kissing the amulet, but only his eyes turned to the glowing green this time. "or to translate that phrase, Seeker's Pride, stealth arts. Now then, to fully make a strategy for escape."

Locien closed his eyes and pretended to nap, to hide the fact he activated the amulet's power to plan his grandiose plan of escape in silence.

The setting changes from Dragoon to City Ro'ell

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Azmirian Character Portrait: Thane Illuvatar Character Portrait: Rania Birviel Character Portrait: Damascus Lion. Character Portrait: Lyuze Pyren Character Portrait: Vier Character Portrait: Olivia Wildbane

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Talon V'lyn

“I know you don't like this, but it seems we got no choice but to find a safe area to recuperate, luxury or no.” Whiskers told him gently as she was seated behind him. He gave a soft growl in response, irritated that they were going to be delayed. He felt a bit ashamed afterwards though as he knew that their immediate concerns were with the group that were there.

"Where's Jennifer?" Rania asked gently.

"Taken, like Locien," Talon growled in response, his anger clear on his face as he glowered at the ground. He still felt as if he could have done something to prevent her from being captured. However, he hadn't known that he'd been following an illusion of herself since crash landing into Ro'ell's streets. That woman... he shook his head to try to clear his thoughts. She was going to be the death of him, he was sure of it.

You cannot effect a rescue when everyone is beaten and tired. You're going to get yourself killed and that won't do her or Locien any good, Vy said, turning his large head to look up at him with one silver eye. Talon reached up with his good hand and pushed it through his hair, pulling back the long strands and exposing his scar.

Alright, I understand.

Good. I don't suggest we fly too far, but we cannot stay here in the city either. Perhaps we can go to Kingsburrow. it is only a few hours flight from here.

Talon gave a short nod of his head and turned to the elf behind him, "We will fly to Kingsburrow. it's not too far from here. We can rest there before going after Jennifer and Locien," he paused, his blue-grey gaze hardening and glinting like flint steel as he looked at her, "the moment my hand is taken care of, I'm leaving for them whether anyone is ready or not. I'll go alone if I have to."

After his proclamation, Vy heaved a heavy sigh. The dragon was well aware of his companions desires and personality. It wouldn't have been the first time that Talon had done such things, and Vy knew it wasn't going to be the last either. Looking out at the others, he nodded his head to the unconscious warrior leaning limply in his saddle. His gaze settled on the dark elf who seemed to be acquainted with Locien.

"Lyuze is it? Can you ride with him until we get to Kingsburrow?"

Once she gave her answer they were off to the neutral city.

Kingsburrow : Vier

Vier allowed the man to step towards her, his larger size easily dwarfing her. He reached out and took her hand, to what purpose she was unsure of until a strange power penetrated her skin. The back of her hand burned painfully, but she ignored it easily. Her eyes were examining the strange mark that made its presence on the light skin of her hand. Then images penetrated her minds-eye, flooding her with knowledge, most of it about who and what he was, where he came from.

He was a nomad, a Nephilim, as he'd stated before. She marveled at the expanse of knowledge the nomads possessed. Their skills in magic were of a kind she'd never seen before. Then beings that she didn't know how to describe penetrated the images. They were beautiful, yet slightly terrifying to see. All the while, the only thing that Vier could think of was, what power! The next step was gaining it. That would come later though.

Elation filled her, all thoughts of the True Dragons whom had been nothing of real value to her, were gone. Vier wanted to know more about him, more about this power, but most especially, about how she could obtain it. Then the visions ended, the knowledge ceased its flow and left her hungering for more. She gave the man a wicked grin as he led her from the inn, "My my, what a powerful creature you are. Offer me a job and show me all of this, yet I've not gotten your name. I'm Vier, you?"

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Thane stopped in a plaza, not far from the inn where Itan rested his wings, waiting for his master. When he saw Vier, a low growl escaped his throat, only to be met with a light slap on his snout. "Itan. This is Vier. She'll be travelling with us for a while. Get used to it." Thane clambered up onto Itan's neck then reached down and pulled Veir up into the saddle behind him. The massive leather straps that held it in place were as wide across as Thane's shoulders and wrapped into an 'H' pattern on the opposite side of the massive, shallow basket that held both riders and goods alike. "It's Thane by the way." He told her as Itan lifted them into the sky. "And this is Itan. My travelling companion."

Once they had reached a height that was suitable for Itan's tastes, Thane whispered in the beast's ear, then climbed back into the basket-saddle. "We start now, with any questions you might have. If there are none, then we begin with a simple test. Do you think you can handle that?" He pulled a small bone out of his pocket and tossed it gently into the air, keeping it suspended a few feet from the saddle's floor. "I will control this bone with my capabilities and in the meantime, answer your questions. You will try to wrest control of it from me. If you can take it, then you pass and we may move on. If not, we begin from scratch. I will break you down and rebuild you into an image of insurmountable power, nearly as much as a Nephilim."

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Azmirian Character Portrait: Rania Birviel Character Portrait: Damascus Lion. Character Portrait: Lyuze Pyren Character Portrait: Olivia Wildbane Character Portrait: Damascus Sankar.

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Damascus was still unsconscious while his weapon started to glowing again.This an puissant and scary voice could be heard from the crossbow.The cursed weapon was in fact the one who controled him.

'Damascus you may think that i am yours,but the truth is that you are my sclave."The strange said then laughed on a evil tone.In the meantime Sankar was approaching time he looked to the city extremely closing observing that it was nothing now,just simple ruins.When he saw Lion unsconscious and his weapon glowing Sankar immediately suspected that something was wrong.The Zonian runned toward his son then Sankar slapped him.Lion waked up almost immediately.Seeing his father he trembled being scared.
"You are here father."Sankar looked at him disdainful."In fact necromancy is justbringing us on this land."He responded.
"My weapon Lion told wanting to grab it.Sankar furiously slapped him again then he started his tough speech"You idiot.It is controling you.I can't believe that it really passed one centhury and you are still like this."Angry Sankar put his axe at his son's neck telling him

"As my children i have the authority to kill you.I sacrificed my life for yours when Zonia was attacked by Barthomel for what?For an failure.Now in this moments i will take back my words,the words that you heard before i died.You are again the disgrace of my family.I will redeem for my mistakes.One of the mistakes is you.Until you prove me that i am wrong,Lion you will be considered a failure."

Sankar looked extremely furious because his son took an weapon that he didn't knowed nothing about .A crossbow that was threatening it's life.He changed his appearence.In his new form Sankar was more scarier and imposing."When i killed your brother and sister i killed two great fighters but both of them deserved their fate since they tried to assassinate me.Like father like son.You are not like me,you shall never be able to be a great person like me.Even after one centhury you have still remained a weakling"

The setting changes from City Ro'ell to Dragoon

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Azmirian Character Portrait: Rania Birviel Character Portrait: Damascus Lion. Character Portrait: Lyuze Pyren Character Portrait: Olivia Wildbane

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Lyuze and Rania, City Ro'ell

"I hate heights though in order to reobtain Cassh-, ahem, Locien back from the enemy it seems I have no choice." was the only answer and at that sound Zoron took flight for Kingsburrow. "AH! Crazy dragon, your as bad as your Rider!" Lyuze shouted as Rania rolled her eyes in amusement.

"I should learn more about this Elvahn Casshern. The fact he's just Locien's ancestor doesn't add up to how he's accepted the mantle of Seeker's Pride." Rania thought. Maybe once they got Locien back, she'd have him explain more about the First Pride of the Seeker, and why is he so important still that his descendant is being hounded out by the True Dragons and other parties, namely that Soran Keel that attacked Locien, and even Lyuze, who was still shouting angry words, both common and dark elvish, at Zoron.

By the time they would land in Kingsburrow, Rania would also want to find a medicine man to help with Talon's broken hand. Rescuing Locien and Jennifer were still top priority, but helping the others heal was still on her list.

---Locien, City Laowlee---

"The more you delay the more you're putting Jennifer at risk. You either have to escape now, or not at all." The Seeker said drily in Locien's mind.

"I'm just putting together the final stages of the plan. Don't worry, I'll get myself and Jennifer out, but I don't want to leave any breadcrumb trails for these dragonslaves to find." Locien stated, "If you don't like the fact I'm taking longer then your liking Seeker, then help advance the escape plan for me, like say, put all the guards to sleep, blow a hole in Jennifer's cell wall when I get her out of her bonds so I can make a clean getaway out of the Castle and dungeon, or I know, give me a skeleton key and lots, and lots of Sleeping Powder and amnesia dust."

"...You're pushing it. But I'm sure that there is something I can do to put your escape at your...advantage." With that, something small hit Locien's lap as he took it and cracked open a glowing eye to examine it, nodding at it in approval before placing it up his sleeve and closing his eye again.

"I'll get my door open in an hour, when I do, do something to cover my tracks and get out with Jennifer alive. Sound good?" Locien asked politely.

"Very well." came the reply.

The setting changes from Dragoon to City Kingsburrow

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Azmirian Character Portrait: Rania Birviel Character Portrait: Damascus Lion. Character Portrait: Lyuze Pyren Character Portrait: Olivia Wildbane Character Portrait: Damascus Sankar.

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#, as written by Siryn
Talon V'lyn

Vy landed in the large courtyard area where the barracks were behind the palace. Dragons of all sizes limbered around, some sleeping with their wings outstretched, others being saddled and ready for flight. The silver dragon flapped his wings several times as he settled on the earth, his enormous size making the ground shake even though he'd landed as gently as possible. The flight from Ro'ell wasn't long, as predicted, though Talon felt it took an eternity to get there. He was more than happy to jump down off of Vy's neck and start his search for a healer.

The sooner he got his hand healed, the faster he could get to searching for Jennifer. The assassin figured that Zoron might have some idea as to where his rider had been taken, and he was betting on that to lead him to Jennifer. Turning, he helped the pretty elf down off of Vy. Once she was on the ground, he turned away and started for the city streets without waiting for anyone. He was in a hurry to get what needed to be done, done.

Have you forgotten what I've said already?

No.

Then relax. You cannot rush into something when no one is ready.

I already said I will go after her alone if I have to.

How will you get there?

Talon stopped mid stride and heaved a heavy sigh, Flight of course.

And if I refuse?

A soft growl penetrated his throat and he ignored his dragon. Talon continued down the street in search of one who could be of assistance to them. Though it was hard to find as not many mages lived in Kingsburrow seeing as it was a neutral city. It took Talon a couple of hours walking around the city before he found someone who was close enough to a healer to help him. He walked in the door and was met with two women, one elderly the other very young. The young one came up to him and smiled at him as she spoke.

"How can we help you?"

"My companions and I need some healing," he motioned behind him to those that had come with him into the city. Whiskers needed treatment for a cut on her arm and Talon's broken hand needed mending. Other than Whiskers, the assassin didn't think anyone else truly needed any healing. The young woman beckoned for him to come and sit as the elder woman took Whiskers.

As he sat down, the girl started by examining his hand, her fingers gently moving the fingers around. Talon winced slightly as she worked on him, all the while she hummed a light tune. Her fingers outstretched over his hand and her eyes glowed brightly. A light filled her fingers then stretched down to his hand and encased it. Talon didn't feel anything, but the bruising faded away and feeling returned to his hand. The girl took a white cloth and wrapped his hand tightly.

"Not all of the bones are healed, so you will have to be careful, but you should be able to use it now. Just don't over do it," she said with a smile. Talon thanked her and stood up. Now all that was left was waiting for the others to finish up. That was easier said then done, so Talon paid for the service and stepped outside. His impatience nearly getting the best of him as he stood there waiting.

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Ro'ell

The atmosphere of the room was dire as King Greyor slammed open the wide double doors to the entrance of the meeting room. The metal hinges supporting the wooden panels seemed to buckle, groaning under the pressure of the King’s palpable fury. King Greyor swept his critical gaze over the room’s inhabitants before striding forwards, flanked by his personal aid, Belfry. The grim faces of the mages gathered informed him that silence had consumed the lounge long before he’d entered.

Taking a seat, Greyor noted that some of the usual faces were missing as Belfry laid out the reports beside him. Those absent were most likely dead or dying after the attack of the rebels. Whatever the reason, he didn’t have the luxury to care.

“Let’s get straight to the point,” Greyor started, his voice almost exasperate after having spent the last several hours managing the logistical recovery of his city. The work flow, a literal sea of white paper within his office, never seemed to end. Greyor’s hooded eyes told the rest as he continued, “The city is ruined, ours armies exhausted. But, these rebels, something needs to be done about them.”

His left hand hovered over to the pile of reports and separated two specific booklets out of the stack of papers before throwing them forwards. “We have confirmation that Crystacia and Skyfall have already fallen.” Crystacia, the white city of the elves. Gracious and powerful as it was, to know that their city had fallen begged disbelief. What rankled with Greyor however was that they’d only just learned most of this information from that traitorous criminal, Jennifer. He hadn’t believed it at first but several quick investigations had proved him otherwise. “More concerning is that we continue to receive no response from Laowlee at present and are assuming the worst. That they have also fallen or that they are in league with the rebels,” Grey scowled. The question remained, why had she helped him? Part of his mind suspected the illusion mage might be working for the rebels. Jennifer was a rogue, a loose cannon and a menace to society. It went against all reason for her to help them.

There was a series of murmurs just barely audible amongst the collection of mages, whispers of doom and foreboding. The evidence was self-explanatory, black dragons had filled the skies and attacked them not just moments ago. The only city which could muster such a large force of black dragons was Laowlee. Eventually one of the mages spoke up. A man whose rugged face was only just beginning to show the hints of wrinkles and old age, he wore his magi uniform like he meant it. Gray-receding hair pulled the skin over his forehead as Ashley Romaine spoke up from the far right of the table. “Those who have wronged the mages must be punished under the rules of the court!” he proclaimed loudly, self-indignation causing his voice to tremble, “The Romaine family will support you in whatever endeavour you choose my lord.”

Several other mages nodded in affirmation to the Romaine’s words. The Romaine family was one of the most prestigious families in Ro’ell, known for generations of truly gifted mages. Their knowledge and experience in the field of arcane lore ran deep and was highly respected. King Greyor took a sip from his steaming cup of coffee, allowing the bitter liquid to warm the inside of his cheeks.

The legs of his throne creaked as Greyor leaned back, sifting through his thoughts. “Magnus,” Greyor called eventually, narrowing his eyes at another aging individual. A lean, hollowed out face turned to regard Greyor, the being named Magnus raising a cursory eyebrow in response to being singled out, “My lord?” Magnus asked.

Magus was a stark contrast in comparison to the professional Romaine. Slender, conniving, but ambitious beyond reason, one just had to glance at treacherous man’s history to discern his personality. “We need an infiltration force to confirm our suspicions first. While the rest of the army musters, I want your warlocks to investigate Laowlee in preparation,” King Greyor ordered.

Magnus’ voice stuttered as he made an effort to straighten himself, masking the man’s frown of disapproval, “Yes, my lord.”




The stockades were alive with activity. Filled with the warm bodies of magi and dragon alike, parties of soldiers seemed to be stocking supplies. Some stood beside their dragons, lashing thickly packed bags to clips on their saddles as the guttural roars of their red steads echoed across the holding grounds. Others, as Collin gave example of, sat with their thumbs dangling between their pockets admiring the sun, wasting time.

“Collin,”

Startled by the voice, Collin looked up from his position over his supply bag. The tall man’s face screwed in a fashion which suggested he’d been rudely interrupted between something important, but upon laying eyes on the thin face of Magnus he grinned wryly.

“What are you doing here Collin? What about the task I gave you? Of finding Jennifer?” Magnus demanded immediately. His deep voice was cracked, impatience flustering his pale wrinkled features.

Outstretching his arms in the gesture of a helpless shrug, Collin wheeled around fully in order to face Magnus, making the older man blanch. Collin’s face was angular and sharp like a blade. It suited his snake-like personality well, too well. “That’s exactly why I’m here,” Collin half smiled.

Magnus’ body seemed to freeze, “She’s… here?” he muttered slowly.

Collin shrugged again, his pose unnervingly casual. “We tracked her here, but the trail vanishes abruptly,” Collin explained with a frown, “She’s been spotted travelling frequently with another, not that my sister has ever been the affectionate type. But she seems oddly attached this time, to an assassin named Talon V'lyn.”

Magnus nodded in recognition of the surname. A member of the ruling assassin guild of Skyfall, the V'lyn family. They were renowned across the kingdom for their exceptional skills in combat. It made sense he’d be tracking the rebels if the information about Skyfall’s destruction was true, but what was his relation to Jennifer? “And you believe following him will lead you to her now?” Magnus raised a thin eyebrow questioningly in the direction of the tall man.

“Something like that. That’s why I dropped by, thought I might give you an update on progress,” Collin affirmed, “Things have certainly changed around here though.” Collin said in reference to the numerous ruins and obvious signs of battle, “Is there something you’re not telling me? You seem…anxious.”

“Good, keep up the search. If the assassin can be used, do so,” the elder mage stated before sighing in response. Magnus wiped his brow with the palm of his hand as he paused. “King Greyor has ordered us to investigate Laowlee. It’s an excuse to eradicate our guild, a bad one.” Magnus grimaced, “But, he underestimates us.”




Laowlee

Cold and short of breath, Jennifer’s mind danced on the edge between consciousness and slumber. She felt brittle, like a burnt piece of wood prone to disintegrating from the slightest breeze. Barely having the energy to even twitch her fingers, she’d resigned herself to remaining perfectly still in an attempt to conserve what little power remained. Being the target of the rebels was outside of her anticipations. Each time the parasite attached to her neck sucked out her magic she grew colder, weaker. Idly she wondered who’d last longer, her or the guild.


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Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Azmirian Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Rania Birviel Character Portrait: Lyuze Pyren

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Locien, City Laowlee

"The hour of Casshern is upon me now, the one hour is spent. Time to utilize my plan, and if the enemy tries to plan around the plan, I'll around the plan they're planning around the plan." Locien stated in his thoughts softly as he stood up and opened his eyes and looked around making sure it was clear so far. Pulling out a thin key with the image of a bleached Drow's Skull from his sleeve, he slowly but carefully moved his hand around the bar near the keyhole and put the key into it. Turning the key carefully, Locien's faced turned to one of intense concentration in hopes that the Seeker didn't give him a bad model of skeleton keys.

With a soft audible click, Locien let his breathing resume it's soft pace. He opened the door softly and slunk out of the cell. "Part one, get myself out of the cell complete, on to part two, grab Jennifer and blow this gallery of dead." he thought as he closed his cell door and kept to the shadows, looking for the cell with Jennifer. Checking each cell carefully till he found jennifer, he observed how the parasites behaved as they grew bigger, trying to tell if the are from alchemy origins or natural beings. "If Jennifer has one on her I could try and take it off and give it to an alchemist for analysis."

Upon finding the cell that contained Jennifer he whispered softly, "Hey Warlock, fancy seeing you here, but seeing these other guys you probably don't look so good. Hang on a sec." as he whispered this he used the skeleton key again to open the door softly. "Eesh, Okay puzzle time." He said quietly. "How to get the webs and ugly off ya, I'd think fire but then there's no torch around. I can't create fire, not natural fire at least. Any suggestions?"

---Rania and Lyuze, City Kingsburrow---

As soon as they landed Rania went straight for the Library, whilst Lyuze nervously got off Zoron, presumably scared stiff from the flight. Zoron gave a soft chuckle when he noticed the sun's angle. "The hour of Casshern already? I hope Locien isn't doing anything stupid during the hour, hopefully he's trying to give escape a try, but it's gonna be complicated for him if he has to drag Jennifer out with him." The Dragon stated.

"That was a bad, bad ride, I don't want to fly again anytime soon by myself." Lyuze stated as she blew some loose strands of hair back into place. "I mean, how does Locien handle it?"

The setting changes from Dragoon to City Laowlee

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Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Jennifer Live

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Jennifer was unable to register the presence of Locien as the dark elf slipping through the doors of her cell. Indeed so effective was his sneaking that she didn’t realise anyone was there until his deep voice whispered into her ears, startling her from her slumber. Brought back to life momentarily, her consciousness swam awake. She looked at the dark elf in a daze, feeling groggy as though she'd been drugged. It wasn't just her mind feeling tired now, Jennifer's arms and legs were growing sore from being locked in an unnatural open position, forcing her to rely on the black magic to support her body.

"Hey Warlock, fancy seeing you here, but seeing these other guys you probably don't look so good. Hang on a sec."

Blinking her eyes in an attempt to focus her vision, Jennifer was only able to respond in a delirious fashion. “Come back for more… you rebels?” she slurred every word. Fighting to maintain her thoughts, Jennifer’s chin bobbed up and down over her chest in a hypnotic trance, her eyes closing and opening.

"Eesh, Okay puzzle time. How to get the webs and ugly off ya, I'd think fire but then there's no torch around. I can't create fire, not natural fire at least. Any suggestions?"

Whilst staring at the man’s hard face, outlines of his high cheek bones and hooded brows eventually began to find definition. The picture of his dark complexion framed within the unnatural hue of his long hair formed fully before her almost like something out of a nightmare. It took precious moments before Jennifer realised that the dark figure was actually Locien. Even then her mind was a wreck. Gazing around slowly, it almost seemed impossible for the rambling doll before Locien to be the cocky mage she was known as.

“Locien? Heh,” she managed finally, scoffing hoarsely at the elf. The motion pulled the air out of her lungs, turning her voice into a series of dry rasps. “You…an expert…in magic now?”

Jennifer’s brown eyes flickered to her left and right in regards to the shadowy braces which held her in place. “Unless…you’re...that gas bag... Domieen…these chains ain’t…coming off,” she smirked.

The setting changes from City Laowlee to Dragoon

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Thane Illuvatar Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Soran Keel Character Portrait: Vier

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City Laowlee : Jennifer and Locien

"It seems I may have underestimated your talents, Pride of the Seeker," Domieen's form came out of the shadows and barred the exit to Jennifer's cell. His clawed hand reflected the minimal light in the dungeons. If the room could have gotten any darker, it would have from his presence. Slowly, the True Dragon came forward into the room his eyes hidden by his hood.

Darkness swirled around Domieen's form, rising up to cover the lower half of his body. Raising his gloved hand, the darkness stretched forth from his arm and fingers and slowly crawled up Locien's legs. The tendrils of magic tightening over him until it reached the lower part of his abdomen and stopped, holding him in place. Domieen turned his hood to look at Jennifer.

"It seems you desired to see her. Well then, elf, you get to watch her lose all of her power. Do you think she'll survive from it?" He taunted as he moved towards Jennifer. He reached up and took hold of the black creature that was latched to her neck. A clawed finger poked gently at the things neck and it released her, a dark slim leaving a trail between it's mouth and her skin. The True Dragon pulled it away from her and let it drop to the floor where it curled in a circle and seemingly went dormant.

"Can't have you dying on me yet, you've got far too much power for that, illusionist," his fingers pulled her chin up to have her look at him, "Besides, I have a question for you. Where did that assassin of yours find that vambrace?"

City Kingsburrow : Talon V'lyn

His finger traced the design of the brace around his wrist. The silver glinted in the late afternoon sunlight. It was going to be dusk soon, and Talon wanted to be out of Kingsburrow before then. His eyes were staring at the silver attachment without really seeing it. At the forefront of his mind were thoughts of Jennifer and what had happened in the past couple of hours.

Vy?

Yes, my little assassin? The dragon replied lightly.

Why did she create that illusion?

You wish to know the mind of a woman? One such as herself? That is a mystery even I don't know the answer to, young Talon. Perhaps she wished to see your judgment of her. Maybe she did it for her own pleasure. Who knows the truth other than herself.

Talon sighed as he gazed at the brace, his finger still tracing over the insignia. The silver swirls around letters that he couldn't understand. A kind of elvish he was sure, but one that was much older than what he knew. He took a deep breath and pulled the sleeve down, looking up from his deep thoughts. The shadows were stretching and they curled upwards towards him, the touch of Riena always at his back.

However, there were others who stalked the darkness as well and one such being was much more deadly than he. The sharp knife pressed against his neck as a low cruel voice whispered in his ear. Talon's reaction was too slow to break out of the iron grip that held him across his chest.

"Where's the dark elf? Where's Locien?"

Talon turned his head just enough to get a slight look at who was behind him, but he figured by the crazed sounding voice it was the same elf who had attacked Locien in Crystacia. Reaching up, he grabbed the man's wrist and pulled forward. Twisting around, he faced the man and with his free hand he had already produced his dagger. The weapon thrust towards the elf's stomach, but was met with another blade. Steel scraped as the two were locked together. Talon's eyes narrowed as he glared at the man who smiled wickedly back at him.

"Not here," Talon growled back in response.

"Now you're hiding him from me?"

Talon didn't reply. His jaw set and he pushed hard against the elf. The brace pulsed again and a powerful pulse in the air sent the man stumbling backwards into the shadows. The assassin followed, he pulled his throwing knives from his clothes and the sent them into the alleyway where the man had gone into. The sound of his knives being knocked aside told him where the elf was. Lunging forward, he slashed into the darkness at the elf. Once again they were locked as the two blades clashed together.

"Not bad, assassin, not bad. But you're lacking. In everything. You can't truly be an assassin unless you wish to see some pain in your targets eyes," the man leaned forward, his sinister smile sending chills down Talon's spine. The second blade came at him and Talon barely managed to knock it aside, his hand connecting to the elf's wrist to keep the weapon from going through his shoulder.

"I do enjoy a good fight. You and Locien both give me a thrill when fighting. Perhaps I'll kill you here and now before I go after Locien seeing as you're in my way," the elf laughed and twisted out of Talon's hold. Their knives scrapped across each other in the alleyway as the fight escalated and Talon's brace glowed brightly as the power pulsed through him.

Vier

"I will control this bone with my capabilities and in the meantime, answer your questions. You will try to wrest control of it from me. If you can take it, then you pass and we may move on. If not, we begin from scratch. I will break you down and rebuild you into an image of insurmountable power, nearly as much as a Nephilim."

Vier's lips pulled into a smile as she gazed at him from the seat on the dragons neck. They were up in the air heading somewhere, but she didn't care about the destination. Her eyes shifted to the bone that was slowly twisting around in the air above his opened hand. She called her own power to her hand and let the darkness twist outwards to join the bones dancing. Her smile never faded as she concentrated on grabbing the bone, wresting it from his magical grip.

"Is there a reason you offered to teach me all of this? You and I could have easily fought for a while longer," she said as she leaned forward onto his large shoulder, running her fingers up his arm. All the while her magic twisted around his as she fought to grab that ridiculous bone from his control. The bone quivered for a mere second, tilting towards her, but snapped back under his control and swirled around as it had before. Vier's smile faded as she leaned against Thane and she glared at the bone that seemingly taunted her.

The setting changes from Dragoon to City Kingsburrow

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Olivia Wildbane

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As brief as the flight was, Olivia was far from calm- quite the opposite, actually. The entire ride to Kingsburrow, the elf could feel that Talon was growing restless and impatient, and that was all the more clear when he didn't utter a single word on their search for a healer.

Stopping just behind the assassin, Olivia waited as a young woman treated the humans broken hand. A treatment that, in her eyes, could've been done a lot more thorough. Healing broken bones wasn't as simple as flicking your hand, and it'd take a much greater amount of magic than what was used.

A waste of money, if you'd ask her. Cocking her hip to the right, and blowing some of her brown hair away from her eyes, the elf politely thanked for the treatment, shaking her had to retort that it wasn't necessary. She had already taken care of it herself for that matter, it was only a mere cut after all.

Instead, she was more concerned about the man she had travelled with. Something was off about him, but what, that was a question that couldn't be given a simple answer. It had been on Olivia's mind for some time now, and it was one of the reasons that she so abruptly asked to join their band of fighters.

The other? Well, that was her next station of thoughts which mostly consisted of old memories from her home town.

Olivia seated herself on one of the wooden crates that were stationed just next to the stone wall, both hand flicking the red-brown cloak to cast itself over the far end of said crate as her hands quickly moved back to rest themselves on the woman's kneecaps, crimson eyes looking at the darkening sky as Olivia's mind began to wander.

The setting changes from City Kingsburrow to City Laowlee

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Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Jennifer Live

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Jennifer’s body froze like a statue as Domieen’s dry voice cut through the air in the cell room, filling the space with his cold, calculating embrace. The rebel spoke with a calm confidence which managed to unnerve even the illusionary mage through her haze of fatigue. "It seems I may have underestimated your talents, Pride of the Seeker,"

Materializing out from the shadows cast by the dim lights, Domieen’s dark figure stepped fully into view as if he’d been present within the room the entire time. As ever, his true expression was hidden beneath a veil of ambiguity. Even as he raised his hands to summon his nefarious powers, his hood failed to betray the slightest hint of emotion. Jennifer watched as the same magic which held her into place wrapped its way around Locien. The dark elf was seemingly helpless to resist as tendrils of nightmarish origin coiled their way around his legs before encasing his lower body. Only then did the True Dragon turn to regard her.

"It seems you desired to see her. Well then, elf, you get to watch her lose all of her power. Do you think she'll survive from it?" Domieen mocked, moving towards her in a cruel gesture of pure dominance. The arrogance in his tone told her they were his play things, tools to be used and discarded at will. Still bleary from the draining of her powers, Jennifer failed to realise that Domieen had removed the parasite until he dropped it in front of her.

Jennifer’s brown eyes descended to the floor along with the worm in apparent curiosity before Domieen’s gloved fingers wrapped around her jaw again, forcing her chin upwards. "Can't have you dying on me yet, you've got far too much power for that, illusionist. Besides, I have a question for you. Where did that assassin of yours find that vambrace?" Domieen demanded. That assassin. The man's words seemed to jump start her consciousness, as if the mere mention of Talon was enough stir her.

She giggled immediately, her small frame trembling under fits of amusement as her head lulled aimlessly in his grip. “Oh…you poor thing…you're not...stupid enough to expect…me to answer that…do you? You…have nothing…to threaten me with,” she gasped hoarsely, hissing every word out between pauses in her hysterical laughter, “Kill me…torture the dark elf…it’s all the same to me Domieen. You can't do...anything...to scare me!"

The setting changes from City Laowlee to Dragoon

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Character Portrait: Talon V'lyn Character Portrait: Locien Kestal Character Portrait: Jennifer Live Character Portrait: Lyuze Pyren Character Portrait: Soran Keel

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Locien- City Laowlee

"You've made three mistakes before and after I got here. One, you killed Queen Fae, in front of me. Two, one of your Magi marked herself for death by my hand. Lastly, and the most important of all, you forget the face of death. Those who forget the face of death..." Locien strained the words out in clenched teeth as he started to pant in some form of animal like anger. Thoughts and memories were flooding through his mind as his pupils within the greenish glow of the amulet's power started to course ever faster in his veins, his heart pumping it into him like adrenaline.

"Varak tu sankor, Casshern inferius." Locien finished in a calm voice that almost wasn't his own. "Or in the common tongue, Those who forget death's face, invites the return of Casshern." He fully stated as he looked up to stare at Domieen with an even fiercer green glow in his eyes as an ancient rune appeared on his forehead. It looked like a crescent moon, but that was probably a rune signifying a letter in the Elvahn alphabet, or even a number. "Seeker greets you scum of the Earth, for I am Casshern, come to remind those who think themselves above death."

At those words a violent ripping occurred as the tendrils holding Locien down was torn as Locien grabbed at Domieen with one hand, if successful he threw the Magi away from Jennifer's space, whilst drawing his sword with his other hand, which started to glow with a violet glow as he cut Jennifer's bonds. "It's been a pleasant visit Domieen, sorry we can't stay, but I have a schedule to keep." Locien sheathed his sword and wrapped an arm around Jennifer's waist and looked up to the ceiling. "Master! Summon me to the place where our companions are!"

A green fire rose at Locien's feet and started to wrap around him like a snake, whilst the same thing happened to Jennifer. "Farewell for now Dragonslave. Next time we meet, let's not be so hostile and just have a drink of Icefire brew." Locien said with both sarcasm and venom. With that note the fire encased the two jailbirds, exploding in a brilliant flash of green light, by the time the flash faded and several of the True Dragons went to check on their leader, both former captives were gone.

---City Kingsburrow: Outskirts---

"Sleep in forgiveness." Locien stated as he kissed the amulet and the rune upon his forehead and glowing in his eyes faded. "We should get mo-" Locien stopped mid sentence as his stomach started heaving. In alarm Locien moved to the nearest bush and did what was necessary. "I hate teleportation of all forms, be they divine or infernal!"

When his stomach finished expending it's contents he cleared his throat. "So, what the fel do we do now Jen?"

---Lyuze and Zoron---

Lyuze was walking through the town, trying to clear her head of the fact that Locien was taken and possibly killed by the rebels. She couldn't understand why they would want Locien other then the fact of who he is. Zoron watch her walking from the distance, only to notice Talon walking in the opposite direction before spotting a familiar foe.

"Soran! Locien better escape fast before Talon gets killed! Wait I think Lyuze spotted him too!" The Dragon said in alarm.

Lyuze was running towards the conflict between Soran and Talon, Trying to find a good way to stop it before it went out of control. She pulled out her crossbow and shot at Soran's shoulder. "Leave him alone you sick sick drow!" She shouted. She couldn't believe her ears that she said that. Why did she say that? Now she was sure that Soran was gonna come after her next.

"Oh no....I don't want to die." she whispered to herself, letting a frightened tear flow.

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Character Portrait: Thane Illuvatar Character Portrait: Vier

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"Only a stubborn fool tries to force a stalemate to a victory. And it almost always results in his loss." He replied, focusing only half on the bone and the other half on her as she tried to pull it out of his power. "But you had... potential. And it's time to face facts. The Nephilim, if any, are few and far between. We need to pass on what we know. So for the past few decades, those of us who hadn't been hunted and killed, no easy feat trust me, have passed their teachings onto beings with some latent abilities." He could feel, if only for a moment, Vier pull the bone towards her, but just as quickly, he snapped it back to its rest over his hand. He grinned.

The girl was good, no doubt there. Even with only half his concentration, Thane's abilities were normally beyond others' manipulation. The feeling that came off of his prowess, the pressure, for lack of a better word, could almost physically push back a normal necromancer. This girl on the other hand, she could give him a run for his money if he trained her right. But to do that... "That's it." He said, letting the bone fall into his hand and be subsequently crushed in his hand. "We break you down and we start from the beginning. The story's beginning, the magic's beginning, your new beginning. You'd best hold on tight."

As she leaned on him, Thane's arm wrapped around her, his grip not unlike a vice as the dragon plummeted toward a vacant field, miles across and filled with nothing but gray dirt and dead grass. At the drop, the two of them went airborne and Thane could feel his body being lifted off the rough surface of the saddle. The dragon's dive was aimed at a massive mound of earth, no doubt a large barrow