Gen'Darish's Story

Gen'Darish Through the door emerged a lone figure, draped about in black cloak that folded down over his eyes, the rest of his face is covered in bandaged. Arms hanging at sides, the bandaged fingers seem almost torn and dirty though still completely covering the flesh. With a slow gave scanning those in the bar, his eyes fall upon Caster and eyes then dart to Skyoldyr. Silence. Only the ragged breaths of the figure can be heard as he crosses from the threshold of the door towards the other.

Gen'Darish The man only nodded and raised a hand to beckon, the bandaged hand tilting around before a lone finger almost twitched, but barely at that. So friendly calls were necessary for the other, nor were they needed in the presence of others. Like Caster, it was all but impossible to determine the features of him thanks to the general shape of the bandages that covered his hands and lower face, with the cloak taking care of the rest.

Gen'Darish The figured seemed to tilt a head, the breathing still struggled at times but no visible flinches or problems could be seen. Lifting his left hand up, palm to the roof and fingers spread out, a faint glow pulsed within the hand before it snapped shut. With this done a whisper of whispers would trickle from the bandaged lips, so soft the only one who would pick it up would be a Servant, and only his Servant.

Gen'Darish A head was inclined the cloak shifting about yet revealing noting before the clenched fist was released the hand was allowed to fall back at his side. Eyes darted to Skoldyr and the right hand was raised, a few sparks lept between his fingers before a similar barrier was drawn between them and the other creature. At that moment a low chant slithered between his teeth, the other hand taking form to a point, index finger out and thumb up as the magic formed near its tip to a black light and shot out several "orbs" of magic towards the other.

Gen'Darish nodded slightly, no longer paying the creature any mind as a hand reaches for the door and opens it, cloak shifting about him before stepping outside and waiting there for Caster to at least show some hint of her moving with him.

Gen'Darish stepped out into the night air with a sigh. Head tilting back to keep an eye on Caster as he walks. He gives no mind to the creature that follows though a magician of his caliber was ready at all times, and that was nothing compared to Caster herself. A long drawn in breath could be heard, sucking in the crisp air before exhaling slowly. Speaking calmly and coolly he began to speak in a strange tongue only Caster could recognize... If any scholars still lived and were not fragile with age they would pick up that the dialect was ancient Greek. "You seem more vague than usual Medea..."

Gen'Darish nodded his head, "You can assume such things though I feel many would not recognize as is. Many no longer remember what the Servant is save those who still carry the gift..." A sigh slipped out, its edges rippled near that of a wheeze. "You know that this may be the end Medea? Though even if it is I can say my time with you has been a happy one..." The cloak tilted back as he looked up at the sky, a breeze shifting the fabric to the side to reveal enough to the other beside him to show the bandages not only covered the lower portion of his face, but also over his eyes and his entire head for that matter.... Though she came into his service when he was that way. Even she knew not what was under the bandages. "Have you been happy Medea?"

Gen'Darish looked towards Caster and gave a sigh. His own hood of his cloak hanging over his bandaged face though its presence helped simulate that his upper face was uncovered to those that knew nothing about him. A hand was lifted before him and the palm illuminated a bit before he clenched his fist. "Once we do this my vengeance will be complete, yet I do not want this... partnership to be at end. Maybe from here we can move on to find the Holy Grail?" His head turned slightly, his rough voice washing over the Ancient Greek dialect as though it was nothing.

Gen'Darish nodded, "Of course Medea... Though that was why I asked if you were happy? One would have to be a fool not to know your past but that doesn't mean it has to be over looked." The fist held before him slowly was released into a open palm, the glow gone though a single butterfly-like creature rested their before taking off. Though it barely got far before the magic unraveled and it simple ceased to exist.

Gen'Darish watched the creature till it vanished and kept watching it, even after it had left, gaze never leaving that spot. "I feel like I will be repeating myself Medea. My sister is my distinct twin, though a few moments younger. Her magic is almost identical though being firstborn insured I still had some... pleasures she didn't. I find it funny... Funny that I was taught minor creation of analogues and she wasn't and she tried to kill me for the opportunity to receive the honor of summoning her own Servant. I am fortunate, I lived, and I got a powerful magician as a Servant." The gaze kept watching that one spot, even as he continued to walk forwards.

Gen'Darish stopped then. "Would they? Would they indeed... No I feel the Caster is one of the stronger Servants. If this was not true would you even be here in the first place? The fact you are a Servant does not change the fact that this is more of a partnership Medea... Considering you can break away whenever you wish and do as you please. I find that something that not even the other Servants can do..."

Gen'Darish paused when she did, head turning to glance back. A small wind shuffling through his cloak to let it flutter. All spots of flesh it should have uncovered was little more than a flow of white bandages wrapped around the flesh instead. He sighed, "It is Gen'Darish, Medea... If you truly wish for your partnership to end after this one task just call me Gen'Darish."

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This is Lorbloo Nuurk, reporting LIVE from just outside Gambit's Bar. Nobody can tell how it happened, and nobody knows where anyone went, that fateful day every single person within Gambit's Bar disappeared into what seemed like thin air. Yes, even the staff! Magical beings, robo-types, and humanoids alike just gone. But, to where? Are they still alive?

Gambit's Bar

Originally a run-down shack of a dive, Gambit's Bar has grown over the years into one of Wing City's most popular attractions.

More questions than answers have arisen from the scene, whether or not a crime has been performed has yet to be determined. The WCPD suspects foul play but have seemingly nobody to blame. Many have speculated that this disappearance will be tacked onto the charges accrued by Zosimos of the Vankoryth Detente, however they haven't been officially named or associated with the incident to any official degree. Others are pointing fingers at the Aschen, but that theory is easily debunked with the remembrance of the treaties. We've reached out to Detente and Aschen officials, neither of which have offered comment on the circumstance other than to claim dissociation.

Inside Gambit's Bar, the discovery of a strange black sparkly void dust has officials concerned. All persons permit access to Gambit's Bar have been advised to not touch the void dust. I repeat, do not touch the void dust. Eyewitness reports claim that prior to the disappearance, a strange red glow had occupied the windows of Gambit's Bar - others claim it was just a local brown out, and that the light was playing tricks on their eyes.

While investigations continue, the Intergalactic News Network will be stationed here to report on whatever- and whoever -is found to be complicit in this mass disappearance. Stay tuned!