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Keres Leventis

"Some people think I'm narcissistic, but I like to think I'm just self-aware."

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a character in “The Garden: An Arcadian Boneyard”, as played by Layla

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Before the Enlightenment, mortals rendered of XY chromosomes and threaded with muscle were paramount in strength. The Cloud whispered to her of an epoch in which women were fearful of the might of men; when those encased in her exterior were terrorised for their flesh. She called it the Before, as she called all before she'd been roused from non-existence by the mortals in their masks, wielding instruments of reckoning. There had been a time when history was a story to be discovered; now it was merely a fact to be known, should one have the inclination to access it. For what was the past but a collective memory?

SEA-3A141592 was an artificially-born leader. Those in her command called her Admiral—first commander of Division 3, SEA, a program arising from the Convention on the Security of the Pacific Watercourses. Japan had been glad to boast their part in creating the globe's first impermeable android, capable of diving 11,000 feet into the ocean. From the seams of her graphene-infused extraocular muscles to sheets of HydroFat™ beneath her skin, SEA-3A141592 had been crafted with the utmost precision by "R:EBIRTH, resurrecting the future."

Yet where the Admiral excelled in ultimate tensile strength, tactical acumen, fearlessness, and indomitability, she dwindled in her likeness to humanity. While the earliest androids so closely resembled their makers as to seem human themselves, such illusions were deemed costly and superfluous in androids so plainly made for tasks too unsavoury for humanity. They had reserved skills in negotiation for De-Escalators™—"say bye bye to your littlies' temper tantrums!"—and empathy for PSIPsychs™—"all confidentiality, no judgment."

They had not expended their resources to install in SEA-3A141592 a finesse for art or an appreciation of music. Yet neither had early evolution embedded in homo sapiens a propensity for monogamy, but it emerged nonetheless. While Admiral could not comprehend the reverence humans held for their artists—when a hologram might have provided a stronger likeness—she noted some measure of curiosity in the mundane. There was beauty in the slant of light; mystery in the frayed edges of a leaf; calm in parallel edges. Perhaps this childlike wonder rendered her defiant of her constructs. Perhaps it made her its object—encased in the fantasy of rebellion.


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Keres Leventis's Story

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In These Shoes

"There is too much blood in my alcohol system."


The Night Before

"KERES! KERES! KERES!"

"You crazy woman!"

"Marry me!"

"I don't accept marriage proposals on the first date," came the sultry reply. Keres had lifted her head from the spout of the whiskey barrel to speak and now the amber liquid dripped weakly from the hole. She was barraged by shouts and cries from the men in Wolf's Tavern from all sides, each ranging between drunk and vulgar.

The pale lady was well known in the area for being able to drink most men under the table. In fact, she was famous in just about any place that served alcohol. She spent much of her existence flittering from one tavern to another and the majority of her nights and some days in a different bed.

Strands of snow tumbled down her back like a veil of light, brushing the edges of the red symbols that swirled along her spine and curled over her wrists and ankles. Her pale chiffon robes were wisps of translucency upon her porcelain skin. She wondered if the patrons' hungry eyes were drawn to her ample chest.

Who was she kidding, of course they were.

Besides having the most perfect breasts in all the lands, she prided herself in being absolutely nut. Peanut brittle had nothing on her. She was very proud.

"Get another for the lady!" came a low hoot from the modest audience she had gathered around her.

"It's on me!"

It was a great era to be an attractive female.

She sat, cross-legged on a table, cradling a full barrel of whisky on her lap. She clutched it like a babe to its pillow, tilting her head back to allow the drink to stream down her throat and set her insides on fire. Keres felt warm, wild and invincible. The crowd chanted her name and she devoured the attention like a drowning man gasping air.

"You're beautiful," a random voice whispered in awe.

"Stop it. You'll ruin my ego," she said seriously before breaking into a grin and tossing him a wink that sent him melting through the floor boards. "It's already big enough."

She gave a cry of triumph that was not lost in the voices that cheered when she finished another barrel of delicious poison. She leapt from the table and landed silently on her feet. Her elegance was disrupted by a stumble and a near fall. She laughed as hands reached out to steady her, they were more than willing to graze their fingers across her smooth skin and silken hair, no doubt.

"Woah, the hell is that?" Keres asked, her dilated eyes widening as she pointed at what appeared to be a large rat's tail slithering from beneath the robes of a man who appeared to have a donkey's head. "Does it hurt to sit down?"

"You little bi-" the demon cried, throwing its arm back and clenching its fist coated in scales.

"Woah, don't wear brown armour if you have green scales, honey. It makes you look like a tree," she said, oblivious to the rage of the demon. As the rat tailed beast's fist came barreling down, her many saviours yelled in warning and moved to defend her. The beaming smile on Keres' face revealed a dimple in her right cheek as she easily stepped aside to avoid the large fist. "Silver or gold might work better, depending on whether you're Winter or Summer toned." An amethyst ball of fire sailed over her, narrowly missing her head as she ducked. "Hey, sorry if I tried to help."

"No fighting in the tavern!" Wolf, the owner, boomed in a deafening roar. "Sorry, Ker-bear," he added gently.

"We're not fighting," she mused, watching the donkey's furious expression. "Are we?" He huffed in reply but his fist loosened and slackened at his side.

"What's your name?" Keres asked.

"Sir Hilshire," he said with a puff of his chest and a flash of a medal.

"First name?" she asked sweetly.

"Unnecessary."

"Okay, Unnecessary Hilshire."

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As the shenanigans continued on behind him, a lone man in strange attire sat in the corner a large wooden cane by his side and a stitched and battered top hat dropping over his head, the mid section kept in place by belts. The hat was black and contrasted well with his deep purple suit and wild long and dark hair, his glowing red eyes and strange mask giving him an aura of mystery and power, an aura that extended to the area around him that despite all of the noise and clattering was chillingly silent. Raw and completely withdrawn from the rest of the bar in all possible and even impossible forms. He wore black and purple striped sleeves under his suit that lead into white dress gloves, he was sharp crisp and clean and yet his suit was jagged and raw, something that sent a message of pure danger and wildness that retained a feeling of pure elegance and class. He defied all logic and was both calming and terrifying, wild yet tame but above all their was one thing he simply was.

Powerful.

He would make this known as he stood, walking quietly towards the woman who had created the scene after grabbing his cane, even the owner of the bar falling into silence and awe along with the rest of the inhabitants and no matter what had been said nothing was heard, no noise penetrated the silence that deafened except for the maddening echoe of the cane and it's tapping. A thump that grew into a roar that like a wave crested and then broke over the walls of the tavern washing it into ever deeper and deafening madness. Until the tapping stopped, the patrons too stunned to think, to react as the purple suited man stood before the woman they all slobbered and sought for, his red eyes gleamed out from under his low drawn hat and his cowl covered the heavy bronze breathing mask that attached to his jaw, aside from the jutting and shining side pieces that glinted the surrounding light into the eyes of those who dared to stare.

The man raised his cane once more and placed both hands upon it, tapping it into the ground as the entire world turned white and the rest of the patrons, the bar, the alcohol and all of the world around them faded into emptiness. Nothing remained except for the man and the tattooed woman as he smiled devilishly beneath the mask, his cowl slipping and falling from his jowl to reveal the apparatus as his shadow began to unnaturally draw out behind him without a single source of light visible, an eerie wind blowing his coat-tails behind him despite the lack of air movement elsewhere.


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"You and I have business my dear, business of great importance. Now if you'd kindly take a seat?" He said in a devilish tone, a deep and rumbling voice that carried a tone of class and undeniable authority, he was not a man to be denied. A small bar table and two chairs materialized in the emptiness between them and he placed his cane resting against it and took a seat of his own.

"I know of your transgressions and current standing within your little group and I have something that could make things more...interesting, how do you feel about helping me with a little game I intend to play. It requires manipulation, sleaze and getting away with elaborate spying, something I'm sure you are familiar with. You will keep me informed on your group and I will send you orders on varying days in a manner of my choosing, anywhere, anytime and you will perform the deed I require to assist The Nameless, in a manner that benefits us both of course. For your services, you will be able to enjoy such things and of course." He stated before pausing briefly and reaching below the table, for show of course, and bringing up a large brief-case filled to the brim with coin of all kinds "I will be more then happy to pay you for your services, everything you require and whatever you may request can be organized, however the greater the gift I bestow upon you the greater the return I expect, do you understand?" He stated finally, pushing the case across the table and templing his fingers together as he awaited her answer with a sinister smile concealed beneath his mask, today was the beginning of a great undertaking.


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In These Shoes

"Men are like parking lots. The good ones are taken and the others are handicapped."


What in the Gardens was so interesting that it would cause perfectly heterosexual men to turn away from her?

"Okay, she better be hot or else-" her jaw fell mid sentence. She spun around and widened her eyes in a futile attempt to let in more light so she could improve her failing vision. Was she seeing what she thought she was seeing? "What the hell?"

"You and I have business my dear, business of great importance. Now if you'd kindly take a seat?"

Keres did not take a seat. Who did Mad Hatter think he was? Bossing her around? Making the world disappear? Woah, where did everyone go?

"Wow, I am really, really drunk," she muttered, taking a seat.

"I know of your transgressions and current standing within your little group and I have something that could make things more...interesting, how do you feel about helping me with a little game I intend to play. It requires manipulation, sleaze and getting away with elaborate spying, something I'm sure you are familiar with." Bla bla bla bla bla... "...group and I will send you orders on varying days in a manner of my choosing, anywhere, anytime and you will perform the deed I require to assist The Nameless, in a manner that benefits us both of course. For your services, you will be able to enjoy such things and of course."

"Oh... Oh, you're done?" she exhaled with a deep yawn and an exaggerated stretch of her slim body. She got to her feet and with her fists planted on her full hips, she slid her gaze along his long, lean frame with a curious tilt of her head. "Listen, eggplant," she began. I have no idea who you think you are but-""

He pulled out a briefcase of gold.

Well, that would certainly shut her up. There it was, the one thing in the world she loved almost as much as herself: money. She wasn't greedy, contrary to what so many believed. She wasn't even a gold digger. Ew, why would she get her hands all muddy digging for a few flecks of gold? That's what her harem was for, digging for gold and penetrating... You know. The point was, though, everyone was innately motivated by greed, fear and laziness. She was just one of the rare gems of honest beings.

"I will be more then happy to pay you for your services, everything you require and whatever you may request can be organized, however the greater the gift I bestow upon you the greater the return I expect, do you understand?"

"Umm... No?" Her brows furrowed in confusion. "Could you just get rid of your dopplegangers and stay still?" She squinted at Mad Hatter and then at his briefcase of gold. She was seeing three of everything and now everything was swaying. She reached out to hold the world still but met the rock hard abs of Mad Hatter instead.

"Hot dayumn, boy."

Keres got to her feet, which was no small feat. Luckily, she had a solid slab of man to drape herself all over and hold onto. She beamed her dimples at him and batted her thick eyelashes, her crimson eyes sparkling like rubies around her expanding pupils. Keres made sure to add a little bump and grind in there too.

"It really depends," she purred, referring to what he'd proposed. "Do you come with that pot of gold?" she asked with a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows.

Abruptly, Keres threw her head back and laughed, slapping Mad Hatter on the chest with one hand and tossing back the bottle of liqueur with her other. Her head was tilted, exposing her vulnerable throat, as she drank. She dropped her head and tapped Mad Hatter's chest with the glass bottle, her speech, finally, slurring, after approximately over half a dozen barrels of whisky.

"Tell me," she said before a hiccup interrupted her speech. "Tell me," hiccup, "Tell me," hiccup, "Ah, apocalypse curse it," hiccup, "You're so hot. I bet you think you're hot, don't you? You think you're so irresistible and all the ladies want to have your creepy hat babies. Imagine," hiccup, "Imagine if they give birth to little baby hats. Like, not babies with hats. But, like, hats. Just hats."

She stumbled back after draining her bottle of what liquid remained, waving the empty container at the man before her.

"You think I can be bribed?" she yelled slowly. "Okay, yeah I can," she mumbled with a nod of her head, as if to herself, before attempting to drink from the bottle only to find it void of substance. "Apocalypse it!" she cursed. "Okay, okay, I can be bribed. But Apex is insane. The man is crazy. Like, you see this wrinkly old man run naked through the streets shouting 'I'm the Princess of Farm Animals!!!' and you're like, wow, okay, he's kind of nuts. Then you get this eggplant," she said with a gesture towards Mad Hatter. "Who erases the world and asks you to risk your beautiful neck for a few pretty pieces of gold she could totally get from sleeping with some King somewhere. Who do you think I am? I am Keres Leventis, Princess of Farm Animals!!!" She shook her head and smiled. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Keres, you are so funny.

"So how about you tell me who you are," she said, seeming to sober up. "Why you want all this information," she added. "Why you want it from me, and why I should help you."

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The masked man barely reacted to any of it, waiting for her rambling to eventually stop and for her to sober up and realize her situation. To ask the right questions, and finally she did after becoming uncomfortably close to him and so he was finally able to speak.

"The Who does not concern you, You may call me...Apocalys. As for why I want the information and why I want it from you in particular. You have the connections I require and the skills I need, of course you also have the perfect set of...morals, for the job. As for why you should help me I'll make it simple." He stated, vanishing into a black cloud and re-appearing in the seat on the opposite end of the table "I can give you anything you want, anything you desire, and all for doing what you already do. If that's not enough then I can offer you an extra prize for you to claim yourself, someone or perhaps even, something." He said with a light click of his tongue beneath the mask, grinning ever wider as he continued with the deal.

The table in front of him rippled, pushing the case slightly as the center began to bubble until a small black orb sprung forth, reflecting the emptiness and the pair in its shining surface. The material slowly hazed until finally an image appeared, a glimpse of things to come. An attractive and strangely familiar man pressed against an ice spine, his shardic wings twitching and his fiery red hair blowing in the breeze to waft over his determined golden eyes, eyes that held a soft center and a certain warmth. However the image was betrayed as the soft and calm man, lashed out at a black monster, its blood splattering his clothing and its life-force draining into the mans body in gruesome detail before he literally stomped out whatever un-life it had. The calmness returned and the warmth along with it, he was the flip of the coin that landed on its side, both sides exposed for the world to see.

"River, he is an Incubus and one of the many new recruits of The Nameless. I'd like you to keep him immersed and distracted, he is nothing special however I believe Apex would appreciate not having to deal with his kind, and River himself would benefit from not focusing upon the cruel wolf." He stated, assuming she wasn't listening properly he was going to make sure he got his point across. The man stood from his seat and brought up a hand, his red eyes glowing fiercely as he tore the mask from his face to reveal his razor-sharp teeth spread in a Cheshire grin, the white emptiness replaced by a cold and foreboding storm that seemed to stretch across eternity.

"In short, I'd like you to conquer him, make him your puppet." His droning and horrifying voice called, without the mask his voice seemed to reach every corner of the soul, planting its seed of fear and sending chills through every corner of a being. A million whispers of tortured and corrupted souls echoing with every sound that exited his invisible lips, his sharp teeth the only thing visible aside from his eyes and perfectly matching to the biting feel that accompanied the rest.

"If you accept my offer, be here at the exact time specified. I will show you the true art of manipulation." He called once more, turning abruptly and pushing the mask back onto his face as he simply began to move away and fade into the whiteness. A parchment appeared on the table and a heavy tavern door thumped into existence behind Keres, the choice was hers.


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The parchment showed a simple picture of The Nameless wastes, spires of ice and a blot of black shadows assaulting a row of defending beings. In the distance she would see her own comrades and at the front of the ice spires Pestel could be seen spreading disease to the already ruined land. Underneath the picture was printed a simple instruction for her timed entrance "Arrive at the moment they appear the weakest." it instructed, Apocalys loved speaking in riddles it seemed.


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"There's nothing quite as satisfying as knowing the world is crazier than you are."


The Night Before

It was true, then, the more attractive someone was, the more insane they were. She gawked at the spot her intruder had stood moments before, even as the tavern emerged from the darkness and flooded her senses with shouts and the clashing of beer mugs. It was as if the conversation had never happened and time had not stopped. Keres very nearly believed it, until she turned around to find the inky sprawl of instructions on a piece of smooth parchment.

There was nothing quite like realising the world was crazier than you were.

The man, no, creature was not Mad Hatter at all but the Cheshire cat. If she were not so utterly intoxicated, she might've quaked with fear and fainted. She wish she'd fainted, her body felt as if it were made of lead and her skull filled with nails and daggers. Having been in the business of deception and trade for so long, she knew that beneath his lavish offers of gold and wishes was a violent threat. After all, every castle had its pillars.

Gold eyes bore into her mind through a mess of crimson hair so like her own irises. He was stunning, no doubt, but his brutality and the way Apex's creatures had betrayed their life to him, frightening if she'd been anybody else. Of course her assignment would be to deceive the monster, such was her luck, after all. Indeed Keres should've been named Keres the Cursed, rather than Keres the Desired. Her parents had been right, after all, in naming her after the Greek spirits of death. She had to admit, however, that the task, cursed as it may be, intrigued her, or rather, the red haired Incubus did. It would be a challenge to outplay a Sex God at his own game. She had never been with an Incubus before and this would tick another creature off her list. She would prove to herself that she was the greatest of all liars to have ever lived.

Keres grasped the edges of the parchment with slim fingers, gently, as to not leave so much as a dent or a smudge on the paper. Then she closed her eyes, and with a sigh, ripped the thing to pieces.





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They were determined, if nothing else.

Pestel stumbled through the fields of ice and bodies, seeking his dinner in a buffet of delicious, powerful recruits. He destroyed everything in his path, leaving nothing untouched. The path behind him lay in ruin and still he charged, flinging his garbage aside as if he believed he were a princess ballerina in need of a twirl to spread his glitter. Pestel was nuts, unreasonable and the most disgusting creature she'd ever laid eyes on, but still he was wholly entertaining to watch, she would give him that. Keres wondered what the Nameless contenders would think if they realised he was only playing halfheartedly.

Husks fell in bloody heaps but still more came in waves that crashed through the havoc like an oil spill. Pravus the Grave Tender and Ivan Witherbane crouched over the frail swords woman, Aera Kirishima, protecting her. She'd done her research for Apex Flood, her guild master, and now for Apocalyse, the creepy talking object who forgot the P in his name. Connections and knowledge of everyone was her specialty, after all. Now she watched her guild's army of husks attack the meagre number of unprepared and mismatched Nameless recruits. If this was all Aizen could find, it was no wonder the majority of her entourage hadn't even bothered to show up. They most likely found this lot unworthy and Keres was hard pressed to disagree. Yet one never knew, it was the underestimated who most often surprised you.

She crouched atop the ice spires, the bend and crooks of the criss-crossing structures shielding her from view. Much of her attention was devoted to the fury of crimson gold that moved almost too quickly for her human eyes to follow, enhanced or otherwise. He was a force to be reckoned with, his power great, his thirst for blood strong and his eyes wild. Having been watching him for some time and gathered whatever she could, she knew he was astoundingly charming as well as brutal. A small smile flirted the corners of her lips. Her conquering of the Incubus would be fun indeed.

Keres spared the horizon a glance. Apex stood not far from the battle - or massacre, more like it - she was sure. She'd proposed to him her assimilation into the Nameless shortly after her meeting with the Mad Cheshire. He'd frowned when she'd suggested feigning innocence and a lack of affiliation with his crew so that she may earn the trust and know the secrets of the Nameless. He'd merely stared at her in the unhappy way he did, frowning as he always seemed to do, and then he'd bobbed his head, a nearly imperceptible nod. She would've mixed it had she not been so attuned to every flutter of his eyelash and twitch of his finger. It was vital to stay alert and aware when one worked for a tyrant and was the only mortal human in the company of psychotic demons and slabs of heartless metal.

She hovered now near River and with a minuscule shift in her careful stance, let the wind to brush its fingers across her silver hair and allow for a mere glimpse of it. She released her suffocating grasp on the magic that pulled demons toward her like moths to a flame and sighed as the shivering pain dulled to a throbbing ache. Her skull pulsed with the migraine she'd received from withholding the power of the elves' and at once she was visible. No, not just visible, brilliant. She was a pulsing beacon, a supernova, for the inhuman.

The husks nearest to her spun around immediately, charging at her with a fervour triple that of what they devoted to their true enemies. She inhaled a deep breath and allowed for their slick grips to pull at her limbs. It was easier than she would admit to allow her body to slacken so that they could do what they may. They her pulled down from the ice spires, their movements jerky and desperate. Their lack of will made them weak to her magnetism and they craved her like lungs did air.

Keres spared River a glance and for a billionth of a blink, her blood red irises and his of molten gold, met, and then the pools of darkness burrowed into her skin and Keres released an ear-splitting scream.

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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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Character Portrait: Kaula Vee-Ryn Character Portrait: River Saetyrix Character Portrait: NPC Sheet Character Portrait: Keres Leventis

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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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Character Portrait: Kaula Vee-Ryn Character Portrait: River Saetyrix Character Portrait: Keres Leventis

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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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Character Portrait: Kaula Vee-Ryn Character Portrait: River Saetyrix Character Portrait: Keres Leventis

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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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Character Portrait: Kaula Vee-Ryn Character Portrait: River Saetyrix Character Portrait: Keres Leventis

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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."

The setting changes from the-garden to Phyrexian Grassland

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Character Portrait: Kaula Vee-Ryn Character Portrait: River Saetyrix Character Portrait: NPC Sheet Character Portrait: Tiotio Character Portrait: Aera Kirishima Character Portrait: Seriene Arvor Character Portrait: Ivan Witherbane Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Keres Leventis

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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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Character Portrait: Kaula Vee-Ryn Character Portrait: River Saetyrix Character Portrait: NPC Sheet Character Portrait: Tiotio Character Portrait: Aera Kirishima Character Portrait: Seriene Arvor Character Portrait: Ivan Witherbane Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Keres Leventis

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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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Character Portrait: River Saetyrix Character Portrait: Keres Leventis

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#, as written by duramon
River could barely focus his eyes, until suddenly the angel before him became more toxic in comparison to the pure image he had previously seen. Offering to enslave him, to put him in chains. A slight smirk crossed his features as she introduced herself and proceeded to...well that was surprising, his hand was now pressed against her ample breast and then the other. Apparently she had named them and intended to use them in his presence in some form, however his mind was too muddled to understand anything except that she was not how she had appeared. The Incubus leaned forward slightly and pushed up the spire, the blood that dampened his white shirt now transferring to her skin as he pressed against her, not removing his hand as he struggled to stand whilst his other arm wrapped around her back.

His lips pressed against hers once more and the body he was gifted with began to glow once more as the electrifying and addictive taste filled his senses again, his hands exploring her tattoo's and marble skin and playing with her beautiful stark hair. It all had a purpose, that was what he told himself over and over in his head even as he continued the kiss far longer than was necessary for his reasons. He finally released her and wrapped his arms around her body being careful not touch any wounds, the blood pumping from him lowered significantly and the blood pumping from her would increase in comparison. They were nearly balanced in their injuries now however River still held the most upon his form.

"Sorry Keres, The bed-chambers are a domain we both share but..." He paused and flung his wings downwards, his arms wrapping tighter around her as he shot into the air and eventually settled at a much higher altitude, his feet seeming to find solid ground as he began to walk along the air. His wings still continued to push against the air to keep him in the air but it was much smoother, not unlike being on the ground except their was no stable footing...or ground. Finally with a chuckle he continued.

"The skies are something only one of us has access to, perhaps it is you who will be conquered my beloved." He teased, his voice like silk as he whispered it into her ear before lightly nipping at her neck, being this close to him with no where to go but closer would only make his attraction worse. His perfect body was pressed against hers and his hair was flowing perfectly in the wind to frame his sapphire eyes, he moved in towards her face with a slight smirk and pressed his lips against hers once more before breaking away.

"You'd look better in nothing." He teased with a light purr, flirting and resisting it in turn was his domain, and this woman was far too interesting to not tease even under such circumstances.

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Character Portrait: River Saetyrix Character Portrait: Keres Leventis Character Portrait: Niko Neventelde

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#, as written by Layla
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Kiss Me

"And your heart's against my chest, your lips pressed to my neck
I'm falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet"


This time, she was prepared. Unfortunately, no amount of preparation adequately prepared you for the Incubi. Once again River stole any sediments of rational thought with his perfectly sculpted lips. Generally speaking, Keres had the attention span of an attention deficit five year old taking adrenal and caffeine shots every thirty minutes. Never had a man, woman or creature commanded the Priestess of Thalvador's attention so wholly as River Saetyrix, dangerous, dominant and demonic. He pressed harder against her. Indeed she could think of other words that began with the letter D.

His feathers, velvet soft and surely aspects of Heaven than Hell, brushed against her skin. Keres gasped as his fingers tugged forcefully at her hair. He swept her off her feet.

He literally swept her off her feet.

Before she could protest, they were airborne and he was whispering things in her ear that made her toes curl. "...my beloved." His name for her was puzzling and her brows furrowed as her mouth opened to speak. It was such a gentle word, 'beloved,' and his. It was unlike the vulgar names her clients called her or even the uptight titles they used in court. It was intimate and kind, and though she loathed being anyone's property or slave, she wished for a moment, to belong to him, this strange boy who healed her with a kiss and lifted her into the skies in his arms. Yet before she could find the words to protest or accept, she felt his teeth teasing the sensitive skin of her neck. A sound that she was most used to inciting from others escaped her parted lips.

She was so mesmerised by the alluring blue of his eyes that she felt shocked, again, when she realised they were in the air. It reminded her much of Mithrandír with its floating kingdoms and Anaranë with the crystal spires, cloudless skies and cascading waterfalls. If it had not been for the red haired demon who's arms she now belonged and - looking down at the stretch of breathless air between where they were and the ground - who held her life in his hands, she might've believed she'd returned to her home in the realm of Elves.

Her teeth were revealed as he spoke of her nude and she pulled back slightly to look him in the eye. Her hands were placed on his shoulders as his held her small waist. Keres raised a sculpted brow as a corner of her lips lifted in a playful smirk.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Etchelion," she said, calling him by the name of an animal supposedly found only in the realm of Mithrandír. It was a mighty beast, hailed by the Elves as one might hail a unicorn. No one had actually seen an Etchelion in over a millennia, the last known Etchelion being the companion of King Arafinwë. It was said that an Etchelion enchants all who lay eyes upon it, driving the weaker wild and mad with desire to conquer a mighty creature that could not be conquered and bringing the stronger to submission. It is said to have a lifespan of ten High Elves. It was not simply a magnificent creature rumoured to possess enamoured but be a formidable foe in battle, having fought alongside countless of Mithrandír's most revered warriors. To call one an Etchelion was the highest of praise.

"We've met only today and yet you've held me, flew with me in your arms, changed form for me and kissed me," she ticked off the items on the list as she spoke and with a shrug, said, "Granted, the last two was to save my life." Keres flashed him a devious grin. "And we haven't even been on our first date." She inched back, not far enough to fall into the crushing air below but enough that her saviour and capturer would understand and follow. "Or, been formally introduced, for that matter. You know who I am." Sort of, she thought with a wry smile. "Who are you?"

They inched closer to the ground as Keres had been back pedalling the entire time, urging River with or without his notice. All of a sudden a golden spear flew through the space between Keres and River's faces, whizzing so close to their noses that it rustled their hair along with the wind. It was not, however, intended for them, rather it charged toward an area engulfed in flames. Keres did not even blink or appear mildly surprised as she shrugged and said nonchalantly, "punk probably deserved it."

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Character Portrait: River Saetyrix Character Portrait: Aera Kirishima Character Portrait: Seriene Arvor Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Keres Leventis Character Portrait: Irina Neventelde Character Portrait: Niko Neventelde

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A spear suddenly impaled itself in the midst of the raging inferno, causing Niko to jump back instinctively. What the hell? Who had thrown that? Even with their power, those monsters shouldn't have had the fine motor skills or coordination to throw that spear...not so accurately, either; it had speared itself well into the ground a foot away from him. Who was responsible?!

But when his eyes traced the direction from which the spear had flown, he could not see who or what had sent it at him. Looks like he got away quickly...looking back at the girl who was being healed, Niko figured there was enough time for him to dash away for a bit. Doing so in the direction of the horrors, he recreated his flame aura and began to burn and slash through them again. Augmented with heat, the heavy sword was working well enough against them...he probably didn't need to change his tactics, right?

Noticing two people flying in the air...one of them had wings, somehow...and seeing that they were doing nothing but flirting, Niko groaned. Couldn't they see where they were? "Oi! Flirterers! Leave your mushiness for later, get down here and be of some use! People are getting murdered down here!" he angrily shouted, leaping up and slashing some enemy that had jumped at them.

The flaming blade sank into the enemy...but didn't pierce its skin entirely. Annoyed, Niko kicked backwards, sending flames out from underneath his feet (thankfully, aimed away from the pair of flirterers), sending himself spiraling forward and forcing his blade further through the face of the monster and killing it. Satisfied, he halted the stream of fire from his feet and rolled, landing somewhat safely, though he felt a rather unpleasant pain in his spne from the force.

Blazing through the monsters yet again, he suddenly noticed Irina up ahead, taking out the nightmares with her darkness magic. Just as Niko was about to send (anything but) a compliment her way, he suddenly noticed that standing right behind her was a giant hulk clad in black armor, whose fists were shining with a strange energy. Wait...what the hell is that?! And it was preparing to attack...Irina. "Behind you, idiot!" Niko shouted, leaping just past Irina and raising his sword, the flames continuing to dance about him. Hadn't she noticed him by now, with that nearly omniscient echolocation ability?!

Whatever the reason...ugh, goddammit, she'll make my life so much worse for this.

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Character Portrait: Kaula Vee-Ryn Character Portrait: River Saetyrix Character Portrait: NPC Sheet Character Portrait: Tiotio Character Portrait: Aera Kirishima Character Portrait: Seriene Arvor Character Portrait: Ivan Witherbane Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Keres Leventis

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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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Character Portrait: Kaula Vee-Ryn Character Portrait: River Saetyrix Character Portrait: NPC Sheet Character Portrait: Tiotio Character Portrait: Aera Kirishima Character Portrait: Seriene Arvor Character Portrait: Ivan Witherbane Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Keres Leventis

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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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Character Portrait: River Saetyrix Character Portrait: Keres Leventis Character Portrait: Irina Neventelde Character Portrait: Niko Neventelde

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Irina was having the time of her life. Tearing the enemies apart with a mixture of quick lashes of the whip, and nigh endless streams of dark energy. She didn't even really need to use curses for this - just her dark magic was enough. She knelt back to dodge a sword, in time to wrap her whip around the sword and send tendrils of dark magic to choke that monster to death. The next instant, she wrenched hard on the tentacles, propelling her forward into the air, before throwing it at some more that were approaching. Finding herself a small amount of space to breathe, the rebel stopped to catch her breath, before sending a few clicks to get a bearing on the situation. She sensed two figures descending, a spear being propelled towards a lot of flame - presumably her brother - and a strange tickling at her passive darkness field, making her wonder if magic was nearing. Times like this, it'd be nice to be able to see. Echolocation was good - but lacked what vision offered. Regardless, it wasn't the time to think of such stupidity. She had shit to kill.

Apparently, the two beings were... fliterers, if her brother was to be believed. She aimed a derisive glance at the two, amidst the battle, with a bit of a shrug. "How romantic, flirting in a fight! Yeah, I can get on that." She then turned her attention back to killing, refusing to think of it any further.

As she weaved through the battlefield, she could sense more and more fire; more things burning into nothing. Honestly, she thought, it was the epitome of reckless, and this is coming from a near blind fighter. Niko really had no finesse when it came to battle, simply rushing in with acrobatics and trying to light as many things on fire as possible. It was silly - but - yeah, honestly, that's it. And this is from a more or less neutral stance, not even taking into account the intense dislike she felt for her brother.

"Behind you, idiot!" Niko shouted, quickly approaching. Irina frowned bitterly, clenching.

"You're the idiot!" She retorted fiercely. "All this damn fire - you could fuck up allies like this, or even me if I were stupider! Seriously, Niko, you're a fucking retard and I-"

As she took a step back, she felt herself bumping into a hard, metallic surface. That alone shocked her severely, making her lost her trail of thought. A physical object she couldn't sense? Irina focused on her terrible eyesight, but could only make out the vaguest hints of blurs and colors, irritating her mind further. How could she fight something she couldn't sense? What the hell could she do? Still, it dawned on her that this was what Niko was most likely referring to - and that pissed her off even more. Why did he think she needed the help? If she.. focused harder, she could sense the thing, right? She'd have spotted it eventually!

"Fuck." Irina spat, as she took a rather strong hit to the side, distracted. The girl hissed as blood started leaking - but whatever, it was temporary, she'd deal with it somehow. Still, it seemed stupid things were happening. Maybe they were getting into something bigger than they thought. Not out of worry or kindness or anything, Irina started murmuring quietly. "Niko Neventelde, X'ul, ira kha'reshii xil'na!" The curse spun through the air until it reached the target - Niko - and her brother was granted with a 'Sense Loss Curse'. In this specific case, it blocked out his pain reactors, allowing him to fight harder with less worry for his own form. She quickly did another one - "Niko Neventelde, X'ul, hald ha-sen menashi xil'na!", granting him almost hypersensitive awareness of the battlefield.

Who said curses were only negative? Irina grimaced as she sent several powerful blasts of dark magic at the armored thing that was behind her - or at least, where she last estimated it to be. Fighting something she couldn't tell the location of was seriously going to be a hassle. But she didn't dare lose in front of her brother. Being looked down upon - seen as weak, vulnerable, to be fucking protected, - screw all that shit. She was fine. She was strong. She could win. She had to win. She was getting tired, to be honest - her body starting to slow down, but fuck. Losing wasn't an option.

But fuck did that slash hurt. She could stand for maybe a few more minutes.

The setting changes from the-garden to Phyrexian Grassland

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Character Portrait: Kaula Vee-Ryn Character Portrait: River Saetyrix Character Portrait: Keres Leventis

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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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Character Portrait: Kaula Vee-Ryn Character Portrait: River Saetyrix Character Portrait: Keres Leventis

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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...

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River had just laid eyes upon Kaula further into the battlefield, when she took a blow to the leg, a blow delivered by the same husk that loomed over her now. His teeth began to grind together involuntarily and without thought or warning his legs propelled him from the ground he stood upon, wings smashing down towards the earth once before tucking tightly to his sides aiding him in bursting across the battlefield, a boom sounding from his original launch point as dust kicked in to the air.

"Make it, make it, make it. Come on!" A blade swinging to one side. "Not enough time, Come on!" Several husks spun and raised their own weapons in turn "No!" He roared, swinging his wings back again in one last ditch effort, several axes, blades and shields swinging towards Kaula in that single moment, before another boom sounded and a cloud of dust was propelled into the air around the scene, and as the dust settled. River stood over his ally, one whom he called friend, his arms raised in a cross above his head and his back facing towards the majority of husks. A small droplet of blood rolled off of his chin and hit the sandy grounds below.

The Incubus had acted as a shield, the original husk's blade was embedded half way through his left wrist and a dozen other weapons poked through his body or lodged themselves into his rib-cage. Blood dribbled down from his mouth to flow over his chin, the crimson mingling in with the blood dripping from his previous wounds as parts of it slid down his bare torso. He'd of course left behind what little protection his clothing had given him, and so took the full force of the attacks. Whilst everything seemed immobile, the husks simply holding their blades waiting for him to fall, with a grunt and a cough that projected small flecks of blood something finally happened.

Thin tendrils of ice pierced through the small group, creating cross-sections and intertwining with one another as they worked their way through the husks flesh and armour. A web of ice eventually constructed and abruptly shattered, leaving dozens of wounds and shrapnel through out the immediate area, Kaula and River at its epicenter. A grin was plastered to Rivers features even as the blood finally began to pool at his feet, his entire body shook for several moments as he slowly lowered his arms and pulled the blade from his wrist and felt it slip through his fingers as they attempted to grasp at it clumsily. Large amounts of blood began to pump from the deep wound, even as he turned and his arms dropped loosely to his sides.

He attempted to trudge onwards, one shuddering step, followed by another, until his legs buckled on the third and he fell to the dirt, unable to move or do anything at all. Simply bleed, until his constitution failed him, if this was how he'd die then so be it.

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Kaula looked up, she knew she was finished. She couldn't phase in this form, she may not make it. Husks surrounded her, and dodging flying weapons. She had to think.

Think, Kaula, think.

It was too late, the husks raised their weapons, they all were going to slay her in this very spot, and there was nothing she could do about it.

She summoned her shadows as best she could before.


Suddenly, a cloud of dust swirled around her blocking her vision, She managed to cover her eyes from the sand. She heard the clashing of blades but she was still alive.

The dust settled and Kaula laid eyes on her savior.

"River..." She breathed as he was bleeding viciously, blades lodged in his body. She didn't understand how he was even standing.

She started to move forward then something happened. Icy tendrils formed, destroying the husks that surrounded them.

All Kaula could do was watch. Soon, it was silent, River removed the blades and dropped solidly to the ground.

Kaula clamoured over to him, she pulled him into her lap, his head resting on her thigh. " You are still a fool, River. You will never change." She said with a rueful smile as she examined his injures.She knew her demon magick wouldn't do much to heal him, a healing spell would do but it needed to work quickly, and with this being a battlefield, there was no way, he'd be able to heal properly. She shook her head. She had to try.

"Laeha..." She breathed, her palm glowed a low purple, over his wounds. If only she had someone to cover them, then she'd be able to heal him without running the risk of being attacked herself.

The setting changes from the-garden to Phyrexian Grassland

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Character Portrait: Kaula Vee-Ryn Character Portrait: Wayland "Brimstone" Smith Character Portrait: River Saetyrix Character Portrait: NPC Sheet Character Portrait: Regulus Arcanus Character Portrait: Dan Breeze Character Portrait: Tiotio Character Portrait: Aera Kirishima Character Portrait: Seriene Arvor Character Portrait: Ivan Witherbane Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Keres Leventis Character Portrait: Irina Neventelde Character Portrait: Niko Neventelde Character Portrait: 'Qwerty' aka Experiment 'Sludgepile'

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Qwerty, aka Experiment 'Sludgepile', was having bitter-sweet feelings about today. Considering the recent events that transpired since he, though technically he was an it, having been transported here shortly after his latest success story in the murdering business, it was definitely the strangest day he had. This was a rather impressive feat, due to him being a sentient human-shaped pile of organic sludge wearing sweatpants and clasping on a pair steel pipes as clubs. Having gone through from a sudden series of rapidly changing events, Qwerty had ended up in the thick of a grand battle, perhaps even large enough to be a small war of sorts, and was loving every minute of it. However he was immensely infuriated when he was met with the sight of various husks being resurrected from the dead, while others that were already among the living were bolstered in strength, snarling in rage and frustration at the shadowy underlings, especially those that fell by his own hand earlier.

"You got to be f***ing joking! Do you b***ards have any idea how hard it was to murder that many of them? Sure it was a right laugh, especially the fella whose head I squashed by bashing the two pipes together, but they did tons of slashes and smashes and other injuries beginning with S's on me!? Granted some of them have healed up now, that's the case with this weird healing factor junk I got, but one of them tried to chop my head off! The c**t! If there dead, leave em dead, ain't fair otherwise you cheating cowards!", Qwerty babbled furiously, having indicated to various wounds that adorned his sludgy body, including a clean stab wound through his side, a missing toe, and the previously mentioned incriminating attempt of cleaving around half way along his long snake-like neck. It was obvious he was hampered by the numerous wounds on his body, his already cumbersome speed impeded as well as his advantageous strength, and though his wounds were still healing, it was occurring at a snails pace. He wasn't ready for being in the thick of it and he begrudgingly knew it.

As the husk hoard approached, Qwerty made the shaming decision to retreat, an action he never was comfortable with, but saw it necessary as he began lumbering towards the defensive line, grumbling under his breath as the shadowy underlings were figuratively and occasionally literally nipping at his heels. He hastily battered back a few husks that got too close, desperately pushing them back with his great steel pipes he wielded as clubs, as well as spitting clumps of acidic slime, as well as adhesive slime, in an attempt to slow their numbers, still scrambling towards The Nameless and fellow competitors striving to survive.
"This just ain't f***ing fair I tell ya! reviving the dead while im heavily injured is just a wimpy loser way of a come back!" Qwerty raged to no one in particular, now at half-way to what appeared to be an iron fence that wasn't there earlier, with all sorts of combatants fighting nearby.

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Character Portrait: Kaula Vee-Ryn Character Portrait: Wayland "Brimstone" Smith Character Portrait: River Saetyrix Character Portrait: NPC Sheet Character Portrait: Dan Breeze Character Portrait: Tiotio Character Portrait: Aera Kirishima Character Portrait: Ivan Witherbane Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Keres Leventis Character Portrait: Irina Neventelde Character Portrait: Niko Neventelde Character Portrait: Spindel Peridot Character Portrait: 'Qwerty' aka Experiment 'Sludgepile'

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The beginning of the end, the end of the beginning.


It was with a bang, and not a whimper, that a new being arrived to the field of battle. His stitched and scraggly top hat perching perfectly atop his head and a mask that hid his features jolting slightly as he thumped into the ground just ahead of The Nameless defensive line gracefully. His limbs not reacting to the fall he had partaken of from the outer edges of this material plane as he strode forward with the tapping of a cane held loosely in one gloved hand, it was mere moments after he landed that the entire ground upon his landing point was eviscerated along with the husks that had arrived. A cavernous hole created and flooding with the sands slowly as he proceeded to walk towards the main combat and its participants, a husk with glowing blade leaped towards him, and was swiftly met with an elbow to the jaw that surely would have sent the creature flying. Had there been any creature left to move, however instead the man lowered his elbow and continued walking with the world perpetually slowed around him.

He eventually arrived at his destination and removed his top hat and mask, propping them upon his cane which he lodged into the ground at the centre of the battlefield. However despite his entirely uncovered features no matter what way you looked at him, it was obvious he had a face and head, features like any other being, yet none could be seen and nothing was truly visible. Not even an out-line of hair, and yet it was certain he was not bald, his teeth and glowing red eyes were visible however, both horrifyingly sharp and equally able to rend flesh from bone. However it was with presentation of these teeth in an impossible grin as he removed and began the placement of these objects which began the beginning of the end, a strange dark aura manifesting in reality behind him, he kicked the cane up from the ground and allowed it to fly carelessly into the battlefield with his personal affects, and began his work.


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He first launched himself into the nearest armoured husk, leaping into the air and slamming a knee into its skull, a hand reaching behind it to grasp its ally to use its own head as a pivotal point, a point he used to spin his body in a hurricane of kicks that crashed through husks and sent waves of wind that tore through rows of their brethren beyond the initial point. Upon landing he flashed far across the battle field and planted his footing solidly upon the sands, an open palm and rigid fingers meeting a husks spine as the momentum of his travel passed into it with full force, along with several thousand volts of electricity that chained across the immediate area, his eyes met a group fleeing to the back line, a monkey woman receiving the full penetrating gaze he laid upon the collective group.

He continued to flash all across the battlefield, elbows, knees, fists and palms colliding with husks at a rapid pace in dozens of fighting styles. Each impact shaking the entire battlefield or passing some form of power along through the enemy lines until eventually mere seconds after his arrival half of the enemies remaining forces had been wiped out, he finished off one more blessed husk with a flipping kick that left him sailing through the air in the opposite direction to its skull. It was with a light thump then that his top hat returned to his head and the mask landed perfectly in his coat pocket, the cane spinning and landing in his out-stretched hand as he floated above the remaining fighters.

With a graceful spin he landed upon the ground and brought two hands together, a clap ringing out that silenced all other noise as the man, or perhaps the creature ,placed its hands swiftly upon the ground, a dark energy flowing through its finger tips for a moment before it stood. Corrected its top hat and its tie and deftly stepped out of the way of a fountain of blood to its left, one that was simultaneous across the battlefield as the remaining army erupted into a fountain of gore and destroyed armour. An eruption that was followed by a shock-wave of shaking earth and immensely strong wind that threatened to blow away those who were uncharacteristically weak. The silence that had flooded the battlefield finally lifting with a roar of noise.

It was with this final hurrah that the man dissipated entirely, a piece of parchment floating down to a certain marble skinned Incubus bait within the field, containing a name of an inn, and the blood enscribed symbol that almost whispered its own name "Apocalys". In the distance atop the hill which all this had begun, the retreating head of a temple like Golem could be seen, the Grasslands clear of all its hostile life.

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