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Kaula Vee-Ryn

"I know who and what my father is, I simply do not agree with him." WIP

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a character in “The Garden: An Arcadian Boneyard”, originally authored by MaliceInWonderland, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Lady Kaula Vee-Ryn



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Name:
Kaula Vee-Ryn
Nickname:
Rynn
Age:
1500 in human years, 22 in Demon Years
Place of Birth:
Vee-Ryn City (Demon Captiol)
Personality
"I've been called a very zen like, a go with the flow kinda girl if you will. I know when to start and when to stop depending the situation. I am usually off somewhere controlling my breathing, centering myself to keep my calm, despite this, I 've been called ambitious, evidently a trait that I've inherited from my father. I have been called wise and quick, as I am very meticulous and methodically. I make sure that I have all my

Socially, I am pretty quiet, people generally avoid me thinking I may send them to my father but that is all wrong, I think I'm pretty good nature and friendly, I've been called a great listener and enjoy listening to people. I am is loyal to my friends and will do what I can for them. I know I seem cold because I am so distant, but that is only because I only speak when it is necessary, I don't like to waste a word. .However, Just because I'll do everything in my power to stop a fight, once in one,I am unstoppable. Do not test me, while I am patient, even mine wears thin."

Appearance: Kaula is a tall, beautiful demon woman with long black hair, warm skin and almond shaped eyes. She has a curvaceous shape and a regal air about her.
She often dresses in Demon attire, a long black leather dress, with a spine like choker that rests on her back and clasps around her neck. She hates it but it can not be removed as it marks her as a woman of Vee-Ryn. Where she to remove it, she would be banished, an Exile.
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Spoken Languages:[u]
Veerynian- Demon Language
English-vernacular.
[u]Theme Song:

Lost in Paradise-Evanescene
[Combat Section]
Weapons: Throwing Knives
Powers: Shapeshifting, Nercomancy, Umbrakinesis Possession
Technology:Veerynian Ship
Skills:Strategy, Manipulation and Persuasion
Proficiency: Knife throwing.
[Back-story]
Father: Demon Lord, Kaul Vee-Ryn
Mother: Demon Lady, Aluaka Vee-Ryn
Connections and Affiliations:The Nameless Mole, Vee-Ryn
History prior to The Garden:

Kaula was born to the Demon lord and his Queen, they brought her up in a traditional Veerynian style. She was to do what she was told and when she was told to do it, however she knew she deserved more. Despite how her father spoiled her, she knew there was more to life then being some spoiled little princess, but that was left only to her dreams.

Once the Demons took over the Garden, Kaula fell into a deep depression, she viewed the Garden as a beautiful place, a place that she one day dreamed of escaping too, but her father destroyed it. Destroyed her dream of becoming something more.

She hated him after that, and decided that she would take back the world and make it the place she always dreamed of. She heard the Nameless, an entity that fought against her father in the beginning where on the rise again and now she wishes to join them.

However, fearful of her Father's merciless wrath, Kaula remains a part of the Vee-Ryn Dynasty, using her skills in manipulation, persuasion and strategizing, to conspire in the shadows.

So begins...

Kaula Vee-Ryn's Story

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Lady Kaula Vee-Ryn



"You wish to WHAT?!" The Demon Lord, Kaul shouted in shock and exasperation.

"I wish to compete in the games, Father." Lady Kaula said, the demon princess' voice held no fear, no wavering in her resolve.
"What in the name of Lezaza would you want to do a thing like that for?" He said turning away from the window he was gazing out of when she entered.

Kaula's true intentions were to find Aizen, Leader of the Nameless. Honestly, the man was no more then a rumor, a myth but if he did exist, surely he'd be in or atleast around the Games. Of course, She couldn't tell her father that, he made it his mission to destroy that very entity, subsequently destroying her dream of a new, better, lighter life.

"I am bored, Father. I need something to do with myself."

"And the games will do this for you, Kaula? Filled with those weak creatures? Please." He said with a smug scoff. Her father's ego left her with a sour taste in her mouth, She hated it. She hated him.

"You've trained me in Demon Magick, Made me hone my skills and for what. To sit here, in in SkyTower and watch Vee-Ryn City, from a distance" Kaula said, feeling her anger and frustration growing.

"That is to protect yourself."

Kaula let off a scornful laugh pacing the floor. "Hah, For what, Father? Paper cut? Beware the merciless edge of paper," She said waving her hands. Typically Kaula was a patient person, but her wanderlusting soul was becoming restless and her hate of her father increasing with every moment he made.

*"Ecanhne rouy malc, Kaula!" Her father barked in Veerynian, causing Kaula to stop but her face held no fear, just a look of deifance.

"I am tired of floating could this damned tower!" She barked back and in a cloud of smoke her father appeared in front of her, grabbed her by her throat, lifting her off her feet. "You will not speak to me in that tone."He said eerily calm, Kaula's eyes still held defiance, even as her airways were constricted. She opened her mouth to speak but all she could do was choke. His grip loosened and she dropped to the floor.

She propped herself up on her hip with her hands. "My apologizes, Father." She said softly, feigning regret. She was a master manipulator. "I'm just so tired of the monotony of this place. I was to explore my power. Not with sparring partners. I want to see what I am capable of." She said looking down and her father walked back to the window, his hands resting behind his back. Kaula looked up, her eyes watching for the reaction she knew was coming.

"I understand."

Kaula smirked.

Just as she expected.

"I understand the need to exert your power. The need to expliot your superiority to these...lesser beings."

Kaula fought the urge to laugh, His pride would be the death of him. She would make damn sure of that.

Just looked down at the ground as her father turned to her.

"Raise, Kaula"He said and she did as she was told. "You may compete in the Games. Show them the power of the Veerynian. Lest they forget." He said and touched her face. She fought the urge to recoil. "Yes Father," She said and he dismissed her.


She walked back towards her chamber, down the large corridor, with the seemingly endless windows allowing the setting sun to shine, casting her shadow against the wall to her right, giving her bronze skin an orange glow. As the gentle swish of her black leather body hugging dress with a ink black train tailed behind her and her heels clicking, echoing throughout the corridor, a devilish smirk lined her full lips, relishing in the small victory.

Soon enough, she would be closer to her goal. She wanted the Garden to be returned to it's former glory, back to the place she dreamed of since she was a child. A place her father ruined with his greed and ambitious.

For now, She needed to find Aizen. She needed to join the Nameless...if it even existed.[/font]

*Enhance your calm.

The setting changes from The Garden to Phyrexian Grassland

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Kaula stood at the start of the maze. As the rest of the participants darted ahead, Kaula stood still. She closed her eyes as smokey black shadows swirled about her body. She had switched from her usual slim black leather backless dress for a tight black sleeveless fighter's tunic, her Veerynian spinal choker still firmly attached to her back, and some fighter's slacks.

She no longer looked like the Princess of Vee-Ryn but a fighter. Which shocked her father when he saw her before the match.

"You look...." The Demon Lord eyed his daughter. "Strong?" Kaula hopped. "Different." He stated and Kaula for a small moment wanted to hear his pride for her but no. Nothing. She'd given him a second chance for a moment and he blew it.

"Do not fail." He said as her ride awaited her. Kaula shook her head. "I don't fail." She said and walked off, ignoring the ride waiting for her. She wanted nothing more from him.

She had made her waytoward the recruitment center and some people looked shocked to see a Veerynian woman here, women of Vee-Ryn rarely fought, they were housemaidens if anything, so they thought.

She stood in the longest of lines but waited patiently. Finally at her turn, she was asked to state her name. "Kaula Vee-Ryn, Of Vee-Ryn City."

Everyone around her looked shocked as the realization of the Demon Princess stood before them, most looked on in distain. Kaula held her head high regardless, she knew her plans here involved nothing but the downfall of her father's reign.

Nothing would stand in her way.



The Shadows swirled around. her, then formed three black copies of her. The three shadow copies darted away, each other taking different routes through the maze and each time one succumb to a trap or a dead end, it would disappear relaying the information back to Kaula, until Kaula was able to simply walk through the maze.

About midway, Kaula heard the intercom and looked up.

"All Participants, evacuate to your worlds, the event have been called off. I repeat, evacuate to your own worlds. We are under attack. For your own safety, please return home!"

Kaula watched the Rabbit girl at the microphone and frowned.

She was not going home.

Not when she was so close.

"We can handle everything here,step through the portals and leave this place!"

Kaula then saw them. The horde of Shadow creatures, marching, attacking everything and everyone. They weren't Veerynian, they wouldn't be foolish enough to interrupt the Princess. This was not her father's doing, and so she would have not a problem with destorying them all. Kaula's body disappeared in a cloud of smoke, and reappeared in the midst of a large army march. Chaos was sure to follow as they were coming closer. It was then she noticed a familar figure as she looked around. Her eyes widened as the memory struck her.

"River!"

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#, as written by Ritnio
She ended up ditching the rabbit to follow River once she realized he had left. Moving surprisingly fast for an apparent human, she managed to find River... but she also found herself in the same mess as River. In her rush she hadn't heard the announcement and simply assumed this was part of the trial.

Having no emotions had its benefits as she wasn't afraid of the massive amount of er...just what the hell ARE those things? That didn't matter, what did matter was coming out of this half-alive. She giggled at the self depreciating pun and drew her Roukanken.

All the lessons her Master taught her went through her head as she readied herself. She stopped her breathing completely and focused on nothing but her enemy. Her grey eyes narrowed. Her grip tightened.

The world around her seemed to just fade away as nothing was left but her and the hoard of shadows. And then, much to the surprise and horror of the others... She rushed forward the enemy, strange magic caused her sword to glow with a white aura. Not knowing nor caring what will happen to her, She continued her advance.

Just like the time in the forest, she heard her master's voice once more, "Just worry about doing what you yourself want to do."

She thought about what the hoard could do if they defeated her and the others. The chaos...the tragedy... She dismissed those thoughts. She would never let that happen. What she herself wanted to do was defend those who cannot do so themselves.

"As long as there are things I must protect behind me.... I will stand firm again, and hundreds of times more!"

She said this before drawing her Hakuroken. She came to a stop, halfway between the oncoming hoard and everybody else. She didn't care what happened to her. She would do everything in her power to stop them so that nobody else will have to suffer the way she did. Taking up the special stance taught to her by Master Youki, she was ready for her final lesson... Death.

"Master... please guide my blade"

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#, as written by duramon
River looked around as others seemed to join the fray, a monkey woman even leaping onto his little forest and the young girl from earlier charging ahead and yelling something into the wind. He couldn't help but smile slightly, even as he staggered into an up right position and began to nearly trip over himself as he too shuffled into the fray, stopped by the calling of his name by a familiar demon he hadn't expected to see, his smile widened and he waved weakly
"Fancy seeing you here! It's been far too long, couple hundred years I believe, The catch up will have to wait! We have a horde of undead on our hands and not a lot of time, if we both make it out alive sign me up for a coffee and cake!" He half-joked as he stumbled past them quickly "I have no money, so you're paying!" He called over his shoulder teasingly as he carried on ahead. He could support in the back with his ice but to do that he needed energy, and the only place he was getting that was from the front-lines within the hordes of husks, and whilst the idea was idiotic and foolish in his current state. For an Incubus that was the only real option available to him other then siphoning the life away from his allies, a somewhat redundant and even more foolish idea considering he was attempting to help them.

By the time he had staggered to the first spine of ice, a flit of black caught his eye, leaving him to squint for a moment unsure whether or not he'd been seeing things until the dash of shadow appeared again. A lone husk sprinting through the spines ahead of the others with barely any equipment, it seemed to be a scout designed to test their capabilities and how jumpy they were, a sacrificial lamb and by the other flits and glimpses of black he saw from within the forest he was sure they had sent quite a few for that sole purpose. 'The husks may be smarter then they appear' he mused, pressing his back against the spine before weakly flinging his arm out as the husk sprinted towards him, his hand wrapping around its skull whilst his leg muscles pushed against the earth and in turn propelled the being into the ground barely hard enough to stun it for a moment. However it was all the time he required for in a second the Incubus was atop the husk, raising a fist and smashing it into the monsters face, black inky bloody splattering his hand and clothing as he raised his arm again this time pressing the limb against the things face.

River smirked, feeling the traces of a tormented soul flow into him, his veins sticking out through his skin and pumping the monstrosity's life force into his body, The Incubus's arm convulsing and the veins dancing along with the rich taste of energy until he finally released the husk. He could at least use some basic abilities and move around now, the husk's weren't exactly the most bountiful source he could have found but they would do until he could get something bigger. The Incubus raised a strong leg and smashed it down on the shriveled husks face, caving in the beings skull and splattering the same inky blood up his jean leg and leaving traces of the same blood on his cheeks which he quickly wiped away.

If this was their strength then they might just have a chance, or so he thought until he felt the first of the miasma touch the far off tree, the ground trembling with the rapid thumping of dozens of pairs of feet. The flits of black had turned into an all consuming wave of darkness, the scouts having already passed for the main force to determine their strength, the real battle was about to start and he thought back to his friend Rains words on a drunken night.

'Fighting is glorious, but war is simply a game of survival' and for the first time in his life, as the army neared the small force he would fight beside, he knew exactly what he had been talking about. Survival was the best they needed to hope for.


The Horde had arrived at The Nameless' front door step and The Officers strolled leisurely behind, all but one had not reached the spines yet, the disgusting twitchy rat having jumped and sprinted around until Apex finally allowed the rodent to go up ahead, his bells jingling in tune with his glee as he followed the army of husks. The rest would lag behind for now, they preferred more impressive and perhaps even honourable prey and Pestel and the black soldiers would more then likely be enough in their minds.


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#, as written by Ritnio
Aera was seemingly over her head. If it weren't for the fact her ghost half can make relatively weak copies of her, she'd be still alive yes, but in a worse position. Each copy had roughly the same strength as a husk, more or less anyway. Her arms tired, she was bleeding badly but she continued on, determined to at least lessen the number of husks and thus lessen the damage they caused.
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To the naked eye, it seemed as if it was only her, surrounded by husks. However, to those who can sense or see spirits... They would see that the girl wasn't alone. 6 ghostly copies of the girl fought beside her. 6 was all Aera could control as she needed the remainder of her strength to fight. Her, her other half, and the 6 copies cut-off the second half of the hoard of husks. This was to buy as much time as possible for the others below. She wanted to hold back some of the oposing forces to allow them to recuperate, for the real enemy drew near.

Thoughts of self doubt began to cloud her mind as she fought her losing battle. Thoughts of being incapable of accomplishing her goal. Thoughts of letting everybody down because she was too weak. Her cut was no longer clean, but jagged as she became distracted by fear and doubt.

"Why...Why am I fighting such a losing battle? I had the chance to flee but I didn't...I thought I could be of some use... But I have barely done anything useful. Their number hasn't decreased at all and there is still more of them. I'm a failure.... I have shamed you Master...for this is a battle which I cannot win..."

"Maybe, but don't you realize those are the only kind worth fighting for? However, you will only lose to your enemy if you first lose to yourself. Your determination, your will, and most importantly, those who you are fighting for. Those are what will allow you to prevail, losing battle or not. As long as you keep in mind who it is you are fighting to protect and why it is you are doing so for them, then nothing can stand in your way."

Those were the last words her Master ever spoke to her before his disappearance. That's it! That was the lesson he left her to learn! He never left because she wasn't good enough, he left because he had nothing more to teach her. His final lesson was to overcome the self-doubt within herself.

Aera smiled at the realization. She was no longer tired, no longer in pain, no longer in doubt. She gripped her swords tightly and fought with newly found determination. Her copies were destroyed but herself and other half continued to fight. Whereas before they had barely put a dent in the population of the husks, their number was now dwindling fast. (Her half anyway)

It felt as though her Master was there, by her side. She felt stronger and more confident. She ignored all pain and injury, there was still a knife in her lower left leg from a while ago but she remained oblivious to it. The only thing that mattered to her was defeating the current enemy.

Her energy was waning from sustaining large amounts of damage, losing plenty of blood and nearly exhausting her life force by summoning those copies. Some husks managed to get by her but those which did not were no more. After defeating as many husks as she could, she did not rest. Instead she prepared to fight the officers which were slowly making their way to her position. Knowing she would probably not make it out alive she went to go make the first strike but passed out from fatigue and blood loss. Her swords clattered to the ground and her blood stained the soil and mixed with the blood of the husks. Everything had just gone black. Panicking that its physical body had just collapsed and was no longer conscious, the ghostly half of Aera was desperately trying to put up a barrier to protect its body and itself but to no avail.

All hope had seemed lost as her body lay un-moving and face down in the dirt, at the mercy of whoever found her body.

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"Fancy seeing you here! It's been far too long, couple hundred years I believe, The catch up will have to wait! We have a horde of undead on our hands and not a lot of time, if we both make it out alive sign me up for a coffee and cake!" River said after a meek wave. Kaula rushed over to his side. " I have no money, so you're paying." He said moving ahead. " You are still as impossible as ever, River, Must you jest." She said and soon, the undead creatures were upon them.

Kaula watched as they used abilities similar to hers. She smirked.

"Amateurs..." She sneered and disappeared in a plump of smoke. She then reappeared behind one of the creatures, sent a sharpened shadow tendrils through it's back and then in the same fluid motion, she sliced it's head clean off. She looked around for more to as she took a stance beside River. So far, he was the only person she knew and mildy trusted, maybe if she stuck close enough, he could lead her to the Nameless and subsequently Aizen.


(Sorry it's so short ._.)

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#, as written by Zalgo
Pravus stood firm as the forces engaged the Nameless's line. These shadow beings wear armor, carry shields. They care about whether they live or die, if only to kill more later or perhaps they may actually value their own lives I cannot tell. All that matters is that they do. Perhaps, just maybe, I can get the upper hand if not through strength then through superior technique and tactics. His mind raced, plotting his strategy for the eminent clash.

His attention was drawn by a particular swordswoman who rushed past the front line and stood against the masses of unnatural barbarians. Her bravery could not be faulted, even if it was ill advised. What drew his attention more than anything else however was her spirit. Her spirit lived separate from her body and yet both operated fine apart yet tethered somehow. Using her own energy she spawned six ghostly copies of herself, an interesting application of such strange spiritual magic. As she engaged her foes however his concern was ripped away by his attackers efforts.

He took a step back, just out of range of a wild thrust from one of these strange shadow warrior's longsword. Using his attackers wild rush against him he thrust the head of his shovel forth, piercing through it's throat all the way to it's spine. His foe could only stagger back and fall, gurgling black ichor from the wide slice taken out of it's neck. As the ones behind it were halted by the collapsing body of one of their friends he took that time to take out the enemies engaging the rag-tag crew of entities for which he was fighting for, specifically the one's directly next to him. Their armor is minimal. They wear leather to guard their torso's and helms to shield their skulls but their arms, their legs and their necks are wide open. I need not kill my enemies when it is faster to cripple them for others to finish off. He planned it all out. He swung his shovel in two exaggerated sweeping cuts in the form of an X, chopping directly through two legs leaving only one leg for each of the two shadows. They collapsed to the ground like trees felled by an axe, struggling to try and continue fighting from their prone positions only to be easily dispatched by his fellow Nameless.


Now his enemies were struggling to reach him over the bodies of their fallen comrades. The time it was taking them to try and pass without tripping or getting their feet caught on something was more than long enough for him to cut them down, adding another body to what was quickly becoming an effective barrier from the direction his foes were charging him from. As the chaos of the combat broiled on he noticed the significant effort of the blade wielding girl as she held off a large portion of the attacking force, diverting them from the main assault. As she fought on though the fatigue of combat was beginning to show quite clearly in her technique. Her cuts started to become sloppy, her stance wavering. Towards the later portion of her battle she made one last ditch effort, showing a modicum of skill return as she finally cut through the majority of her opposition. At long last however she ran ahead only to collapse. She and her spirit companion were left to the mercy of the battlefield.

He would not normally abandon a strong position to rescue a soldier who in their own right deserved to die for their foolishness but she was a unique case. In all his life there were very few people who could actually interact with spirits like he could and the people who could often used dubious magic to accomplish such feats. Whether or not she accomplished this bizarre symbiotic condition with her own spirit with spiritual magic was a question he would need to ask later. All he could do now was go and defend her incapacitated body for her spirit. It was not the wisest tactic in such harrowing times but he felt it would be tragic to let such a rare development simply die in the field of battle along with the rest of them.


Disengaging from the wall of oncoming shadows he sprinted around the line, coming to the swordwoman's aid with great haste. He arrived just in time as five shadow warrior's had strayed from the main body, a couple after him and the others out to finish off the girl. He noticed that one of his pursuers was somewhat faster than the other, a detail he could take advantage of. In a fluid sweeping motion Pravus swung his shovel in a full circle around him, taking the first warrior off guard as it is difficult to keep one's defense up at a full sprint. The shovel decapitated the first warrior without pause. He stepped back, watching to see what the other pursuing shadow would do. In a rather aerial display the second warrior used the body as a ramp, jumping off of it into the air in an attempt to come down Pravus blade first.

Flashy but ultimately doomed. Pravus stabbed his shovel upwards into the falling shadow, stabbing into it's guts. Before it's momentum was finished however he used the speed of the warrior's jump, pushing it's body along a set path using his shovel and guided it's trajectory directly into the group of three shadows just ahead of him. The body collapsed upon them just as they were about to drive their sword down into the swordswoman's body, knocking the three down and trapping them temporarily beneath their fallen brethren. After that all Pravus had left to do there was quickly walk about them, decapitating each one with a swift chop of his shovel.

With that business out of the way he approached the fallen body of the swordswoman and the spirit guarding her however it could. He couldn't help her right now while the battle was still in full motion, he would only get attacked as he tried to patch her wounds. The only thing he could do was to move her body out of the way before rejoining the ranks of Nameless once again. There was the matter of her spirit protector first. He would not wish to upset it by taking it's body away without it's consent. He was about to speak to it when he caught a glance of what this young swordswoman was trying for. While the rest of this armies leaders strode leisurely onto the battle field there was one that was joining into the back ranks of the shadow army, quickly trying to makes it's way forward.


This creature was a most repugnant beast indeed. It's state of appearance told well enough about it but he could see beyond the simple visage of a plagued rat. The black finger marks of disease coated it's body like war paint, similar to the touch of the evil spirits which ended his world. This being was something that in Pravus's eyes should not be. The fact that a living being would willingly spread plagues to others out of malice or worse, enjoyment, filled his heart with an anger he didn't even know he could possess. The fact this sick perversion of nature still drew breath infuriated him.

Despite the plague rat's presence he still had the body with the strange spirit to attend to. He was torn, divided between his desire to end the rat's life and bury it's lifeless corpse so that it may hurt no one anymore and his duty to attend to the needs of the spirits. He was caught, trapped between desire and responsibility. It was an agonizing choice as choosing either option would lead to a biting, unfulfilled anger. In the end, he could only choose one.

He chose his duty over his hatred. No matter how horrible a creature that rat may be it would not tempt him to forsake a spirit in need. He turned back to the fallen swordswoman's spirit, looking straight into it's eyes through the cold glass lenses in his mask. "Spirit, I ask you this. May I move this body of yours into safety?" His deep, stern voice echoed in his mask. Though muffled slightly by his long beaked mask the meaning of his words came through clearly.

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#, as written by Ankti
It was all too exciting. The flurry of battle and the dedication of the warriors. Tiotio’s plan to join the fight vanished from her mind as she was consumed with the scene before her. The ghost girl’s sword cut down more of the enemy than should be possible for such a small thing, and the beak mask made a mound of those he felled.

She had never seen fighting on this scale. She had fought, and killed, but almost always alone, always against handful of opponents. The organic flow of the battle hypnotized her into a meditative state. The battle was a living being, made up of individuals who could not see their part in the whole. The enemy leaders stood back, not fighting, but as much a part of the fight as any, ready to strike forward. Only the diseased rat joined his troops, disturbing his own men in his fervor to clash with the Nameless.

When the ghost girl fell Tiotio’s trance ended. That had been one of her presumptive allies. The girl had been fighting to protect Tiotio as much as anyone, and now she was fallen.

She leapt high in the air, off the ice spikes and down into the fray. The first soldier she landed on was too startled to put up a defence, and she thrust her bo down, driving him to the ground. She hopped off and brought the bo around, striking at the neck. She knew he was dead by the satisfying crunch of bones breaking. Her bo, now covered in a blackish-red pulp swung and struck as she leapt through the soldiers, dealing no more killing blows, but crippling legs and arms.

The blast of heat that shot out from one of the recruits singed her left arm, the arm that still bleed from the dwarf’s acid. The rat shrunk back from the fire, but it’s jaws were still split in a wide grin, drool and vile liquid dripping from lip and fange.

“Put the fire down!” She screamed, not bothering to see if the man responded as she leapt in the air.

She pulled a vial of the dwarf’s acid from her sack and landed on the rat’s shoulders, willing her feet to stay planted on such a grotesque form. She thrust the vial into one bulbous eye and slammed the bo down after it.

She used the force of her attack to propel herself away and land back on the ground.

A light, or a fire, maybe another magic door, shone so bright it distracted all, and heads turned to the forest of ice. It was a woman, and the enemy flocked to her, ignoring the battle. A scream rang out, not pain, or anger, so loud it made the cacophony of battle seem a quiet whisper.

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#, as written by duramon
River had barely regained his powers and taken a proper step forward with Kaula by his side before he turned and saw the hordes moving towards a singular girl who had appeared, she was confusingly beautiful and graceful even as the husks descended upon her. His eyes met hers for a moment and then, she screamed, and he was snapped out of the spell and his eyes dialated. His heart thumping against his rib cage and his wings bending upwards before slamming down again, propelling him from the ground into a rush towards the shadows that dared to harm someone in front of his eyes. His elbow collided with the spine of the closest and his palm reached to its back to find what he had missed moments before, they were all wet and filled with moisture, something he could use to his advantage.

His palm glowed a brilliant pale blue and all the water droplets that found their way in and around the husks bodies solidified into a core of ice, before growing with a sudden snap that left the crowd around the woman collapsing to the ground, dozens of spikes and spines piercing their flesh like an acupuncturist had gone mad with their needles. He raised his boot and stomped out the head of the first he had made contact with, the only one that still twitched despite being the first he impacted with. The rest may have lived he was unsure but if they bled then they would die, if not then they could not move and he was satisfied with that.

"Kaula you should head back and find the others, The Black Rabbit lady and the rest of The Nameless or whoever are probably only just making their way into the hordes to keep the innocents safe, I'll take care of things here." He stated firmly before taking a step towards the suddenly appearing woman.

River pulled his jacket off from around him to be rid of some of the blood, hanging it casually on a nearby ice spike. His rippling muscles and near perfect body far more obvious without the loose jacket hung around his shoulders, the removal of clothing a flowing action that brushed his hair from his eyes, it was unfortunate but the quickest way to move this glorious woman was to utilize his birth right. The Incubus's lavishing gold eyes laid themselves upon the rescue e and began to spiral and eventually settled again as stark brilliant blue diamonds, contrasting perfectly with his fiery red hair and the charming white toothed smile that followed. An aura spread from him that would infatuate most weaker minds and distract those who were stronger willed, something akin to pheromones that made people he chose to receive them simply, Want him.

The Incubus opened his mouth and a soft and charming purr of a voice flowed forth from his perfect lips. "What is your name my dear? Will you come with me?" He said, reaching a soft hand forward and allowing it to lightly caress her face despite the circumstances, his wings began to resemble an angels more then a demons and flowed out behind him like arms that invited her into them, promising to take her from this place.

It would seem he intended come back to fight once she was safe, or perhaps he too felt an attraction towards her.

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#, as written by Ritnio
"Y-You are on my s-side? T-Thank you mister, my name is Myon. I am Mistress Aera's soul. I do not think I could have defended Mistress Aera by myself. I-I was afraid at first as you give off the same aura as them. Please assist Mistress. I'm incapable of lifting her. If you find yourself in danger, don't play hero though, just put Mistress down and save yourself. It isn't the first time she and I have died in battle. Hm? HYAAA! A-A RAT!?"

The spirit by the name of Myon spoke in a kind manner and was pleased and relieved that somebody came to help her and Aera. She smiled and talked before seeing the rat and giving such a shrill scream that would put a Banshee's to shame. Myon, apparently, is quite different from her Mistress. She is deathly scared of rats, is very girly, and above all, she is kind and never lies.

On the other hand, she is very weak in comparison but she is the magic half of the pair so it only makes sense. If the physical body (Aera) loses consciousness then Myon can still be active. However, if Myon passes out... so does Aera.

Going back to the rat... Myon began hiding behind the shovel-wielding warrior in fear of the rat. Unlike the copies she can create, Myon can touch other solid matter with the exception of her Mistress. Her Mistress can touch her though. Myon clung to the shoulders of the warrior practically begging him to hurry along.

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#, as written by Layla
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Kiss Me

"I was made to keep your body warm
But I'm cold as the wind blows so hold me in your arms"


So this was an Incubus.

Her pale hand stilled midair as she abruptly realised she'd been unwillingly reaching out towards him. His irises of molten gold swirled and pooled in a brilliant sapphire that complimented well the with the wings stretched behind him. He was unnervingly perfect and had he been in the human realms, he would be hailed an Adonis and even that did not do him justice. She fought not to trace her fingertip along the subtle tint of his lower lip and fought even harder not to replace her would be finger with her own crimson lips.

Instead she stared, ruby orbs round and wide, lips parted in a scream that stilled the moment he grasped her in his arms. She stared, because she liked what was beautiful, and she decided a long time ago not to deprive herself of the simple pleasures of life.

"What is your name my dear? Will you come with me?" he asked, his voice low like a wave brushing sand on a beach. It was raspy and smooth as velvet all the same. It was impossible, it was mesmerising and it slid beneath her skin unbeknownst. Before she knew it, the ocean in his eyes and voice encompassed her. She was drowning and she realised in that moment that she didn't need air.

"Keres," she breathed as one might pronounce 'caress' and for the first time in her life, her name was a beautiful melody and a warm touch like River's caress where it had always been a bitter reminder of a family who abandoned her.

The long curtain of lashes that framed her crimson eyes tickled gently River's palm that rested against her cheek bones as she blinked. Her creamy skin looked to be carved of the pearls found in oceans but they were soft and flawless in a way no human's skin was. She felt the all encompassing tingle in their touch, her every particle urging River to come closer and have a taste. They were magnets, their energies struggling to entwine into one and warring with one another all the same. His urging her to drop her guard, hers pulling him to drop his.

Keres tilted her head back to graze his cheek with her full lips in a soft kiss of gratitude. "Thank you for saving me," she whispered, her voice like honey.

A shadow was cast over them as Pestel twirled across the fields of ruin. Her gaze fluttered away from River's blue gaze as she spared a moment to watch the rodent made of trash and insanity twirl overhead. Keres wrinkled her nose in distaste.

"Needs..." she struggled to speak. "A bath." She sat up slowly, her long silken hair brushing River's skin as she pushed away from him. She flinched, feeling the annoying tug of open wounds from the husks. "Time to go," she said, nodding towards the fray he'd sent the Demon Princess into. "Back to your friends," she clarified. She got to her feet only for her ankle to slacken and send her crumbling down again.

Keres stared intently at the gash that split her ankle as if glaring at it would hasten the healing process. Her blood was nearly the same colour as the Elven symbols that swirled and curled around her ankles. As she bent to press a hand to the bleeding wound, her flowing sleeves shifted to reveal the red swirls of the ancient Elvish language of Quenya. They were tattoos only High Elves had, for any other race, including humans, would perish from the strain of them. Even most Elves could not bare them, for they marked the Chosen of the High Court and their powerful and ancient ancestors. To trained and Elfin eyes, they made her as an honoured maiden, temple dancer and priestess of the High Elves. A pure and old soul.

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Seriene cursed to herself as she saw the plague riddled creatures rise up at the beck of the diseased rodent. She looked about herself, trying to figure out where she could get a better line of sight to start casting to keep this small, seemingly ragtag army on their feet and fighting for as long as she can.
She dashed about the crowd as quickly as she could, failing to actually find a particularly elevated patch of ground close enough to the field of battle to be able to cast anything.
The priest looked about before finding a rather broad shouldered tall individual, resembling a... Well an ogre, much to her despair. She swallowed her nerves and marched up to the bulky creature, patting it on the side and causing it to look down at her.
After much wild gesturing and confused yelling at each other in different languages she found herself standing on the ogre beast's shoulders, wobbling slightly but having an excellent field of view.

Seeing the swarm of filth charging down on the front line she steeled herself and charged a spell, shouting a word "Fortuitous!" across the field of battle, a halo of silvery light surrounding the army for a moment before vanishing, her unlikely allies being filled with increased fortitude, their skin and flesh hardening for battle.
Muttering a long drawn out prayer she began to spam shields along the front line, bubbles of holy light engulfing them as well as a halo of brilliant light, giving them the speed and defense to hold the first onslaught at least.

A bead of sweat rolled down Seriene's brow as she poured her energies into the prayers and spells, her breath still steady but the strain starting to spark in her mind, her body already mostly exhausted from the battle she'd already been in, she didn't know how long she would last but she would do what she could, as long as she could.

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#, as written by duramon
River smiled kindly when she spoke of the rat in the distance and his need for a bath, she even had a sense of humour this crimson goddess of his. When she tried to leave a light frown found its way to his features against his will, his features molding into that of concern when she could not even walk from him, The Incubus bent down to inspect the wound and his heart thumped against his chest as he noticed the amount of blood. Perhaps he would not be able to participate in this combat after all, but he thought that perhaps, it would be worth it.

The Incubus retracted his wings and leant forward, his eyes unable to draw away from her marble white skin nor her stark beauty in comparison to her surroundings. He steeled his nerves and nodded once to himself, he noticed the markings but did not question them, did not question her. He felt do so was a sin, and so instead he partook of another sin. The Incubus reached out his hand once more and allowed it to grace her skin, to trace down her perfect face and rest beneath her chin, lightly tugging her face along with the caress to look towards him.

He moved in closer, a hot flush rising to his cheeks as he met her perfect scarlet lips,one hand resting against her cheek with a light touch, his other finding its way to float about her hip. For a few moments it seemed as if he had simply given into his urges, unable to disway his feelings for The Woman, no, Keres. However soon his passion became greater and his lips pressed enthusiastically against hers. The kiss had an electric, intense feeling to it and was accompanied by the soft glow of Rivers body, the feeling of it all was intoxicating and addictive, a wayward hand softly touching and flowing along her body expertly. He finally managed to break away from the kiss with a forced pull and glanced down wearily at her ankle with a small smirk before slinking away and resting against the nearest ice spine with heavy huffing and sweat slinking down and tracing his body. His white t-shirt stuck against his chiseled features.

"Sorry my dear Keres, I'm afraid that's all I can do" He purred wearily, despite his tiredness the pheromones would continue to intoxicate Keres with thoughts of him, tantalizing her with his tired vision.

Keres was left with no wounds and a surprising new physical energy that would buzz through her system, in comparison River sat nearby huffing and drained of any powers he had regained from The Husks. Around a dozen claw and stabbing wounds present beneath his perfect shirt that was slowly becoming slicker with pumping blood, A crippling gash opened upon his ankle and flowing blood to stain his black boots a darker shade of slight crimson.

He was out of the fight.

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#, as written by Layla
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Kiss Me

"Kiss me like you wanna be loved."


His fingers were gentle as he took her dainty chin and tilted her head towards him. Then all at once the world shattered into nothingness and all that was left was his lips pressed to hers. Her eyes widened briefly in surprise and then she was fighting back, her eyes fluttering closed and her fingers finding their way through his shock of red hair. Keres had kissed many before, mortals and immortals, men, women, and everything in between, but this was a kiss she'd never experienced in her life. To call it such a common thing seemed an insult for it was the giving of life, the cry of a newborn, the death of a star and the birth of a realm.

She pulled him closer as she was lifted by the molten lava so like his hair and his golden gaze that flowed from his open mouth. She parted her lips and allowed the life force to be poured into the very core of her being. His hands burned where they touched her and yet she pulled him tighter against her body, her movements nearly violent in their intensity and desire. His fire flowed through her veins and ignited her bones. Never had she expected burning to death from the inside out to feel this incredible.

When he pulled away, she was left breathless, something she'd never honestly experienced from a simple kiss. Her eyes were wide and wild as she stared at the Incubus. It was as if his very essence burned through her ruby orbs. Her lips were parted and full from the mouth to mouth resuscitation - because that was exactly what it had felt like, being given life. Her migraine was no more and for the first time since she could recall, the clenching pain and weariness from being the vessel of her ancestor's and High King Elrond's power was non-existent. It required every drop of her self-control to prevent herself from snatching the demon and forcing his life into her.

"Careful, Incubus," she purred, a smile flirting the corners of her lips as she buzzed with energy. She rested on the ground with her palms pressed behind her to prop her up, her head tilted in watching the fiery demon. "If you keep this up, I'll have no choice but to conquer you and lock you in my bedchambers as my eternal slave." Keres beamed at him, her white teeth so bright they were almost blinding. "You're at a disadvantage, as you might've noticed," she said, standing in one swift and elegant movement. She stood proud, the wind tossing her long white hair about like a feral Goddess or Snow Queen, this was in contrast to a slumped man deprived of his energy. In a few quick strides, she stood before him and despite her smaller stature, she seemed to fill the realm with her light. Keres leaned forward so her lips were breaths away from his ear and with a purr and a whisper, she told him, "You'd look ravishing in chains."

Keres bounced back with a melodious laugh and spinning around, she placed her hands on her hips and surveyed the battle. Her silver and maroon robes spun with her in a flurry of winter and the bangles she wore jingled oddly. When she turned around to face the Incubus again, it was with a cheeky, dimpled smile as if she were sharing with him a secret that would get them both in trouble. She took his right hand and pressed it over her heart whilst she pressed her own over his, the Elvish greeting of respect. When she pulled her right arm away, it was to hold it over her heart as her other hand pinched the edge of her long dress which she moved aside to allow for a deep bow.

"Keres Leventis at your service," she announced. "I am in your debt..." She tilted her head thoughtfully to the side as she watched him carefully. "Insert name," she settled for in the end. Her dimple deepened as her smile that incited nervousness - and reasonably so, too - widened. Keres took his hands as she straightened, first placing his left over her right breast. "This is Angel," she explained. She held his right hand over her left. "This is Danger." She tossed him a wink. "You may address them accordingly."

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#, as written by Zalgo
"Y-You are on my s-side? T-Thank you mister, my name is Myon. I am Mistress Aera's soul. I do not think I could have defended Mistress Aera by myself. I-I was afraid at first as you give off the same aura as them."

Pravus's shadow cast over them, he listened to Myon's words with great focus. He managed to shut out a strange shrill scream which had echoed out from behind him. He was mildly impressed that she could tell his similarity to the shadow warriors currently doing battle a short ways off from them, just far enough that they were somewhat out of the general melee. Even still, none of this was far off from the general far he has had when dealing with spirits.

"Please assist Mistress. I'm incapable of lifting her. If you find yourself in danger, don't play hero though, just put Mistress down and save yourself. It isn't the first time she and I have died in battle."

He had no intention of letting the spirit's mortal half die out of self preservation. He would perform his duty until his death. Torch Bringer only knows he's been due for one for a long time now. He was however even more curious about her and her mortal self after the mention of their past deaths. The plot thickens. He made note of that detail, planning on asking a few questions as to this strange situation this one swordswoman has been placed in.

The spirit proceeded to scream, exclaiming at the rat he made note of earlier. Before he could yet act he was joined at this side of the field of war by a strange ape person and a magus of some unknown variety. The ape attempted to use some sort of alchemical weapon on the corrupt rat before leaping to safety and the magus spread a wave of flames at it. The chemicals simply washed away off the unnatural plague rat's face and the flames were buffeted back by a sickly gas conjured by the rodent.

"Get her out of here, I'll cover your retreat!" The magus yelled back to them. Though the rat monstrosity had shown no interest in him nor the spirit's fallen body it was still a welcome gesture if it meant an early grave for the putrid wretch that the rodent was. It seemed that their attacks were being rebuffed however, a concerning detail he would need to attend to when Myon's situation was no longer a pressing matter. The rat had discarded it's clothes, revealing it to be some sort of feeding ground for parasites and insects of numerous variety. It started to direct this swarm attached to it using the mace as a form of scepter of command, the insects responding to it like an orchestra responds to the maestro.

Pravus nodded to the magus in response. "If fire fails, try drowning it's swarms with water.
If that fails, the water will still serve me well." He suggested to the magus. He was already plotting the rat's demise,
numerous ideas coming to mind on how to put a stop to this living pestilence.
Most of these ideas involved a key element: Mud. Luckily the ground was still moist from the magus's earlier rainstorm.
With additional water the ground would be wet enough to be ideal.

He could feel Myon physically gripping him, urging him to move away from the plagued creature before them. This spirit didn't need to have the capability to interact with solid matter in order to touch him and vice versa. His natural gift from birth allowed him to both perceive, speak to and even physically touch spirits. If needed, he could combat a ghost if he was forced to. There was occasions when the restless spirits of the dead influenced by the natural necromantic aura of Sed would attack him in their confusion and despair. He defended himself each time, making sure to try and drive off the ghost rather than simply beat it down. To be a Grave Tender was to show mercy to the dead no matter how angry the spirit was. His role was to pacify them, to show them the respect they need.

Stepping over to Mion's fallen physical portion he knelt down onto one knee. He set his arms underneath the girls muddied body, lifting her from the ground and gently carrying her in a bridal carry. Carrying her body required care as she was gravely wounded and carrying her as he did the dead body before him would cause blood to flow improperly. This way was the safest way to transport the body even though it occupied both his hand's doing so. With the body of the swordswoman in his arms he strode back to the Nameless's lines with heavy gravitas.

As he walked along the field of battle, his attention primarily to the health of the girl he held, a couple shadow's had strayed from their mass to pick on easy prey. It was undeniable that they were both quite vulnerable at this very moment. Before they could reach them both however a divine barrier sprung forth to guard their return. The long swords of the few shadows hammered against the sphere in their attempt to get to them through this new protection. Pravus was moving as fast as he could safely move with the wounded swordswoman in his grasp and it was still barely faster than these shadow's jogging pace. It seemed as though the weapons were about to penetrate the shielding when he came up to the source of their protection: a strange looking priestess sitting atop an ogre casting healing into the ranks of the nameless.

He figured that this strange woman could heal the swordswoman, solving the problem at hand for him. As the clanging of long swords rang out around him he slowly set the body back down onto the ground, taking what seemed like forever as the divine protection surrounding them gave out before these shadow's onslaught. With a calculated calm as soon as his arms were free of the girl he spun around to face the two assailants. Using the speed and momentum of his turn he swung his shovel downwards from an overhead swing, causing the warrior to bring it's shield up, guarding it's face from the attack. By bringing it's shield in front of it's face it was now blind to his true intent as his arc dipped sharply downwards, slicing straight through the shadows thigh. The arterial spray from the wound painted the already blood coated shovel with a fresh layer to drip along the edges.

It's comrade swung wildly at him with a downward cut towards his head. He responded to this uncontrolled maneuver by stepping out of the swords range, his shovel in position in case he misjudged the swords distance. He wasn't wrong as the blade missed him, giving Pravus ample time to retaliate. He feigned a shot towards it's leg, causing the shadow to drop it's shield so that it wouldn't suffer the same fate as the other one. With an opening created he thrust the shovel's head clean through it's neck, sending the pitch black head rolling off. With an off hand strike he finished off the first shadow whom was trying to surprise him from the ground with a shovel to the helmet's face opening.

With their recent foes dispatched he turned his attention back to the unusual looking priestess. Dropping to his knees he reached down and lifted the body of the girl once again. This time however he held her wounded self up to the priestess in order to show her what he wants her to heal. "Priestess! Please heal this woman for she is wounded." He called out to the priestess atop her mighty ogre. Hopefully his words got across to her but even if she didn't speak his language the fact he was yelling to her would draw her attention. After that, this wayward warrior's health would lie upon the whims of the healer. Pravus simply remained, a pedestal to support the body while the priestess performed her divine magic's upon her.

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#, as written by Ritnio
Myon was slightly tired from carrying her Mistress's heavy swords while following her savior. After placing them next to her body, she drew her own ghostly versions of the swords.

"A-Ah! Look out Mister! There is one behind you!"

With that being said Myon immediately got in the way between Pravus and the husk. Crossing her swords so that the blade of the husk lands between it. Normally she would have fallen when the impact struck but she'd rather die than let somebody die for her, as would her Mistress.

Quickly thinking and acting, she had her arms pass through each other whitch caused the blades to make the same movement. In turn, this shattered the husk's weapon rendering it useless. Using the one thing she was good at, she fired a blast of spiritual energy directly into the husks face.

The miraculous thing was, the husk didn't fall to the ground dead but instead became engulfed in light and simply faded away. It looked almost happy as it did so. Myon knew why, and she suspected the warrior did as well. Myon had freed this husk in particular from the darkness within it by use of overwhelming light. Without darkness to sustain it's body the husk became light and faded away as it's existence became null in history itself.

"Mister, please let me help you. I know Mistress is safe now. I may not be good at physical combat as she is but I can assist you with my magic. Also... thank you...for risking your own life to save us... I will not be able to repay the debt in full but the least I can do is provide some backup. I have basic control over water and wind but my main affinity and expertise is light. Though I am unable to provide copies to assist, my magic should be more than enough. So please, let me help you!"

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"A-Ah! Look out Mister! There is one behind you!"

Myon had alerted him to the presence of another shadow attempting to assault them. Before he could dispatch the entity however the spirit made short work of the being using divine magic to purify it.

"Mister, please let me help you. I know Mistress is safe now. I may not be good at physical combat as she is but I can assist you with my magic. Also... thank you...for risking your own life to save us... I will not be able to repay the debt in full but the least I can do is provide some backup. I have basic control over water and wind but my main affinity and expertise is light. Though I am unable to provide copies to assist, my magic should be more than enough. So please, let me help you!"

Were he more foolhardy he might of refused the spirits offer of help, saying something along the lines of There's no need to repay me, just look after yourself. He was no fool. In war a person who does not fight alongside his fellow man and tries to be a hero will be cut down, if not by the enemy then by his own team members. The punishment for disobedience was to be beaten to death with wooden swords wielded by the offender's comrades. It was symbolic, designed to signify that when somebody disobeys an order, whether because they were trying to be heroic or any other reason, they were putting the lives of everyone at risk. In this case he was no longer in the military but the meaning behind the ways they fought still stuck with him. He would fight alongside any ally, to do otherwise would put both his unlife and the lives of every other ally at grave risk.

Before he could respond to the spirits earnest request there were numerous crashes in the Nameless's ranks. He turned to see several people get taken down. one of them was sent flying shortly followed by her spear. After that incident the remaining forces were left in confusion while searching for the attacker. As he was turning his head to address Myon he caught a glimpse of what was likely the source of all the damage, a large metal construct with shaped heat based claws bearing down upon some girl and a fire wielder.


He looked over to the spirit, his dark tone befitting the situation they were all in. "That depends on you. I will be dealing with the plagued rat creature. If you do not feel you have the stomach to face it I am sure the others would appreciate any assistance with the metal construct attacking them they could get." He turned away from the spirit and started striding towards the darkened region of the field where the rain muddied the earth below. "The choice is yours."

Regardless of whether or not Myon followed him he made his way over until he was in the thick of the battle with the unholy creation that dared to live in his presence. The magus had made the battlefield soggy enough for his plan to deal with the corrupt rodent. In addition the magus was trying to freeze the rodent in an ice storm. If he was successful then that would make things all the simpler. He did not think that this particular fight was going to end that easy.

Now in place, he raised his shovel up and drove it into the mud. Scooping out the mud he started digging down into the ground. The hole grew larger and deeper rather quickly as he was stupendously good at digging graves by now. About twelve feet down he stopped digging, satisfied with the depth for now. He knew if the rain held then the hole would fill up with water. This was good.

His plan was to go straight up to the foul being, grab it and bury it alive. Were the ground as dry as it was in the beginning of this war he would suspect the rat of being capable of digging it's way back up. Now that the ground was practically a marsh the beast couldn't dig a foot into the ground without the hole made by it's claws filling back up with mud. He was going to send this beast to it's watery grave, burying it alive in mud.


In preparation for his conflict with the diseased pest he reached into the pile of mud he had created when digging it's grave. He took handfuls of mud and lathered it onto his suit underneath his cloak. His whole attire was designed specifically to keep any and all sources of infection out. It was sealed up completely so there were no openings for infectious material to seep in. Between that and the plated chain mail he wore underneath for protection the insects would find great difficulty in penetrating through and reaching Pravus's undead flesh normally.

He remembered his lessons taught to him from his father during his childhood. He remembered a detail that he felt would help in this particular situation. Many animals in nature would often roll in mud in order to both mask their scent and keep insects off of them. The sticky liquid earth made the animals skin much too sticky and thick for insects to find purchase on them. The same could apply to him as well.

He finished applying the mud to his outfit. He strode up towards the rat, ignoring the carpets of insects surrounding it. Between his rain slick cloak and hat as well as his earthen defenses beneath there was no surface for the bugs to climb upon him. He stopped just short of the ice storm and simply waited for the magus to be done with his spell.

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"You are quite strange. You dig a hole in the middle of a war. Cover yourself with mud and THEN go to fight t-that horrid beast? I don't fully understand you Mister but then again...I don't understand my own existence.

Myon had followed the warrior only to end up floating over his hole. She didn't know why he dug the hole or how he dug it so fast. She didn't want to know either. Instead she stood...well... floated as close to the ground as she could manage... next to him and raised one arm over her shoulder and held it there, ready to swing it downward. That hand held the longer blade. The other arm was slightly bent and facing outward. The back of her hand was facing up and the blade went from her left to her right as it was on its side.

It was an unseen and strange stance. Nobody but the user would be able to tell how, where, and when they will attack. The stance is unreadable and therefore safe from being countered or blocked. After positioning her swords, she bent her left leg so that she was slightly twisted to the left side. Her hair covered her eyes which meant nothing as she had closed them after taking up the stance.

She was now ready to....do whatever it is she is ready to do.

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River raised a quizzical brow at her words "Etchelion?, Care to explain that one to me fair goddess?" He teased, a small grin broke across his features as she seemed to list through everything he had done so far, nodding and feeling assured when she mentioned the last two on the list were simply to save her life. Of course they had been, he hadn't done it simply because he wanted to, or because he felt great attraction towards her, he was saving a life, wasn't he?

He barely noticed as he slowly drifted back to earth, following her without a thought just to keep them in his arms. Until he heard the roar of the battlefield he was entirely unaware of the ground beneath his feet, she asked his name and for a mere moment as he allowed his eyes to fully grace her perfectly body as if sculpted by the gods, he forgot. For a moment a rosy colour filled his cheeks until eventually his brain began functioning again and he squeezed her tight to him,placing a light hand upon her chin whilst the other coiled about her lithe waist.

"I am River, and if that's an offer then I accept." His lips brushed against her cheek before he began to release her, just as a spear rocketed between them in the miniscule space between. It had not been intended for them, as such an accurate throw would not have missed by the miniscule breadth between the pair had it not been intentional. His focus finally snapped from the marble goddess before him, scanning the horizon quickly and in a panic to see the battlefield a flame, the feeling of the shattered spire The Rabbit lay broken in finally assaulting his senses and leaving him cringing and on his knees. His hands pressed to his ears to silence the horrifying echoing roar, it felt like a dog whistle was being blown into his ear and it wouldn't relent. He had not heard what she had said, nor even seen her mouth move.

Eventually it began to subside whilst he regained control of his own senses, he stood slowly and pressed a hand against the nearest spine. A glow rushed through his arm and the veins stood out near bursting point until finally the forest began to shrink, slamming into the ground from whence they appeared and leaving the battle-field open once more, any shards or smaller pieces of ice laying about or embedded in The Rabbit leaving with them.

His Strength began to return and he offered a smile to Keres as he huffed from the brief exertion. The Incubus took off the slightly blood-stained shirt he wore and began to tear it up quickly, leaning forward without explanation and pressing close against her, the sapphire slowly burning away into pure crimson with an almost blood like quality as he stared deeply into her eyes. Suddenly however he broke away and flexed his wings, she would find all the minor wounds that had afflicted her were bound in the cloth of his shirt with a small piece left over in her palms just in case the blood flowed again.

"If I can't find you again, meet me under the clock-tower in Kerris in a days time, otherwise I'll just have to hunt you down." He half-joked with a teasing wink turning and bending his legs, his necklace jingling as it bounced off his tensed chest and the wings behind him fanned in the air preparing to propel him into the battlefield towards some kind of metal monster that the flame trail had been heading towards.

However he found himself pausing, where had Kaula gone? He couldn't find her in the battleground and The Husks had come through the spires whilst he'd been in the air, frantically his eyes began to scan the grounds for any sign of her, if she had died due to his flirting. The Incubus swore he would never flirt again.

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"Kaula you should head back and find the others, The Black Rabbit lady and the rest of The Nameless or whoever are probably only just making their way into the hordes to keep the innocents safe, I'll take care of things here." River said quickly then rushed over to the aid of a woman.

Kaula threw up her hand and scoffed. "Insufferable." She said turning to toward the many a husks that were still charging ahead. She turned to alert River and frowned she saw him in a deep embrace with the woman he was assisting. "You have got-ugh, men." She said rolling her eyes. she couldn't believe, all hell was breaking loose, and he's trying to bed an injured woman, only after completely blowing her off, after a century or two of being gone. He just up and left without a word and so, one what in the name of Lezaza was he even doing here and why was he with this woman, when they were still...when he left. Then she remembered she was very angry with him, it didn't help to see him in the arms of another woman, right in front of her.

Then the face struck her...

"Keres..." She turned around fully then. She had to shake her jealously. Now wasn't the time.
" River, Keres, You can do whatever it is that you do, Some other time we have work to do." She said that a bitterly as she could possibly muster but her voice was blocked by the sound of the chaos around them.

Fine, She thought.

To Hell with them, He didn't care enough to say goodbye so why should she even bother.

She teleported a little ways up field, landing in a crowd of husks to which she decided to her rage out on.

She began to fight as hard as she could but due to her rage, she was caught off guard and stabbed clean through the leg.

She dropped down, to her uninjured leg and took a breath, looking up at the creature. Now she had to think, how to survive this...