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Dean Greenwood

Silence is key

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a character in “The Tale of Three Worlds”, as played by zeno3111

Description

Name: Dean Greenwood
Assassin/Bounty Hunter Name: Adnan the Slayer of Shadows
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Height: 5"2
Race: Elf
Realm: Konclave: Realm of Balance
Appearance: Dean is an Elf with light skin, bright blue eyes and golden blond hair. He wears a green vest with a white shirt and a white tie. Dean wears dark tan boots with tan pants and a sword on the lower part of his back. Adnan wears a white skeleton mask with black armor a purplish black armor with a dark purplish cloak.
Hidden talent: Singing and playing the flute but Dean doesn't like using them because it brings back too many painful memorys.

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Assassin armor
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Training: Adnan knows stealth and all of the glorious ways to kill someone without them even making a sound or without a struggle. Adnan also knows Archery along with some magic like Fire, Earth, Air, Shadow, and Illusion. Adnan also knows how to use a sword at close ranges. Dean knows how to fight against multiple enemies with his blade and he also uses bows. Dean can use spells like light, healing, and water. Dean can also repair equipment and make weapons and armor if given the right equipment. Dean can also enchant equipment and weapons.

Personality

Coming off as a rude, somewhat apathetic person, Adnan is extremely cold and calculating. A man of money, one should be wary when offering a price, for he won’t maintain his morals if a higher bounty is offered, and will gladly commit treason because of this. He wears always his mask when working, as he knows the dangers of revealing his true identity, being all too aware that if someone caught a glimpse of him, though unlikely, another price could be set on his own head. When a job is complete however, and the reward is collected, Adnan sheds the mask and once more becomes the fun, lovable Dean, an almost exact opposite of the cruel assassin.

Equipment

Adnan carries two small daggers the he keeps on the lower part of his legs.
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Adnan has a short sword around his left thigh
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Adnan also carries a small crossbow
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Adnan keeps a spell book on his right thigh
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Dean carries a sword on the lower part of his back. (It is his most prized possession and the hilt is more of a light gold)
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Dean also keeps a small spell book hidden in his shirt
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History

Dean grew up in the Realm of Balance were his parents were Blacksmiths. His father taught him how to use the different types of swords and how to work the forge, along with how to get intricate designs into armor and swords. Dean then forged his own sword that took 2 years to make. A few months after he made his sword Dean got used to its weight/length and started to begin drilling himself in the art of swordsmanship. Dean was training every day so he could have a chance to be a part of the army. Of course he was going to have to make quite a lot of money to be able to afford the cost for the academy but then something terrible happened.

One day Dean woke up later than when he usually gets up and began walking down the stairs of his house to the forge when he stopped about half way and witnessed his parents get brutally killed by three thugs. When Dean saw this he ran back to his room and grabbed his sword and got the upper hand on the thugs. Dean cut through the thugs like nothing then took all of the money and rare/high grade ore they had and left the town he was in before anyone had even knew what had happened.

Dean sold the ore a few towns over and then used some of the money to get to the Realm of Chaos and found someone to teach him with archery, stealth, some magic, and different fighting styles for daggers. His master then told him to go to the Realm of Order where there is a mage academy. Dean got there learned about advanced spells and enchantments. One day Dean disappeared from the academy along with a few advanced spell books from there libraries and even a forbidden spell book was missing the academy thinks it was a book on shadow magic. Dean returned to the realm of chaos were his master was.

Dean realized that the government and knights are corrupt and unjust most of the time because on his way to the city were his master was he saw the knights he looked up to pillaging a town like a bunch of low life’s. Dean decided then and there to become an assassin but he would need to cover his tracks. First Dean murdered his master and then he stow away on a ship headed for the Realm of Balance. Dean then tracked down which area had the best blacksmith and tailor, he then went and custom ordered a set of armor and weapons and a handmade cloak.

When the cloak and armor was done he gladly paid them the correct price, Dean was now broke. Dean proceeded to enchant his armor in an ancient shadow spell that was long forgotten. The spell made it so when the wearer uses a cloak spell that they can’t be noticed by anything. Dean went to an artist a few towns over and asked a renowned artist to secretly make him a mask of metal. The artist finished it within two days and asked for payment Dean had on his armor, slowly put on the mask, raised his short sword and cut downward ending the artist’s life. Dean quickly began to get infamous and just in a few years he became the most infamous assassin in all of the realms known as Adnan the Slayer of Shadows. Adnan then got a rather interesting client he wanted a princess to die and he was going to pay Dean 600,000 Crown to do so. So Adnan easily infiltrated the castle just to find out she was missing! Adnan then took on another job to kill a soldier that is located in a city within Herth.

So begins...

Dean Greenwood's Story

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Character Portrait: Von Dranosk Character Portrait: Gavyn Fynion Character Portrait: Sevral Character Portrait: Ocenia Character Portrait: Keyra Character Portrait: Dean Greenwood
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Von Dranosk

The whole conversation was beginning to wear on Von as his mentality began to strain with each word that passed between the others, and the fact that he spoke V's full name in front of the others had her giving him an icy glass stare which was easy enough to feel from the other side of her bindings. One finger found itself pressed against his temple as he tried to relieve the amount of tension that gathered there if only in a small attempt to alleviate whatever stress this was causing him. Keyra and Ocenia where already going at it about weather or not the princess was of use or in real danger and this caused Sevral and Gavyn to more or less get into the fray.
Von looked over his shoulder as V just stood there lightly following him with her arms crossed in front of her chest as if she where a child pouting because of an ill tempered state, she could be heard mumbling below her breath as she walked. Each cascade of steps brought on by the group lead them back to the loading pier at the ship and Von looked back around at the other deck hands that belonged to Gregorio's ship, some where smirking and chuckling as the group made a slight show of themselves and others just had a look of bereft pity on their faces. Von was okay with such looks but only when they where centered on just him and in that fact he could managed the amount of dismay to his pride.

Von was already beginning to dread the idea of continuing this mission of theirs if they could only argue when even a simple task was appointed to begin with, despite the fact that Keyra was only trying to do as Von asked it was somehow placed on her by Ocenia and now Gavyn that she was in the wrong. Von regretted putting her on the spot like that just for his own benefit, he hated that she was being treated as such but the moment Sevral was there to at least lend some verbal support was a bit of weight off his shoulders.
However the noise was mounting and he could not bare the it for much longer as even Gavyn was begin to throw his own words back.

Finally he brought a tense hand in front of his body and gave a quick swipe through the air.. "ENOUGH!!!" the sound of his voice boomed out of his throat and it echoed with the help of the towers vast expanses.
Everyone stopped their bickering for a moment as Von stepped up on the edge of the pier.. "I know that everyone is a little upset at the moment but that is no reason to turn on each other no matter how trivial the matter or dire the circumstances." Von swipes some loose hair back over the top of his head with his free hand and made a more physical effort to calm himself. "Now I suggest we just get back on the ship and then we can.."

Von's voice stops with Rioma reaching out over the top deck doing her best to voice something, but the only sound Von registers is a distant rumble that he knows all too well. His gut wrenches with a loud impact that crashes into the pier and more followed in close order. This ship beyond the cover of the clouds had fired its cannons and everyone within range was running for cover, the group was split when the loading plank and pier took the first hit. The structure gave way in some sections and Von could feel his feet becoming lite as the frame beneath him began to buckle and even the stonework below was coming undone. Rioma managed to shift the ship away from what remained of the pier with Gavyn and Ocenia in tow while Sevral and Keyra had to be left standing on the only structurally sound piece of the pier left. Von could see the world going dark as his falling body passed through several small opening until hitting a lip a making a rough landing back inside the base of the tower. His body makes a solid thud as he lands and the distinct sound of several bones snapping of the force of the impact range out in his pained gasp. It appeared as he looked around that he fell into the old iron works and one of the anvils was the object that broke his fall.

Rioma pulled the ship away as the mooring lines became as useless at holding the ship down as a whole on the bottom of a boat, everyone could feel several cannon balls making impact with Wind Mire as the force caused the ship to shake. Thanks to the craftsmanship however she was more then capable of taking a few direct rounds, but Rioma did not want to test its limits and began to pull the ship around the edge of the tower and keep out of the enemies firing line.
Sevral and Keyra where not so lucky as their own footing was becoming more absent by every passing moment, then they both could see it now clearly as the ship emerged from the clouds. It was an overly large crimson red ship with a dread inspiring profile all its own. The cannons bristling from its side easily outnumbered the Wind Mires by three fold and another volley was fired to obliterate the remaining of the pier and dock. A deep well of panic over took most of the workers as they where unready and several jumped from the tower in fear, while other more senior crew began to take battle stations as more cannon rounds landing home destroy more of the towers dwindling structure.
V looked down to where Von had fallen and she called for him frantically, something had happened during his fall and she lost track of him with her vision and she could not regain him no matter how much of the darkness she pierced. Looking up for a moment she could still see Sevral and Keyra regaining their barrings on the broken structure and another volley of cannon blast rang out.."Look out.." her flat voice called out but she already knew they would not see it in time, only then did she bring both her palms together and she began to shape the mass of shadows beneath her. Her own physical shadow reached out and began to spiral into a cone encasing the two in a long wide corridor of inky blackness. The cannon balls made impact with the cone and only managed to warp the outside wherein it just reshaped itself back to normal, V extended the corridor in length completing the bridge between her and the two calling out again.

"We need to get back inside.. so don't just stand their you two now hurry."
She presses back gliding on her feet moving back inside the safety of the stern tower structure leaving behind a walkway for them as her departure removed the protective cone.


The ship above was bustling with movement as every man grabbed weapon in hand and awaited their orders from the captain.. "Alright find the girl and bring her to me.. alive if possible and find the damned elf, this is his job after all." The captain brandished a large cutlas and by all definition was the ideal image of a pirate, from the hat to the boots his whole visage screamed pirate.
However the words degenerate and villein came to mind as well with he loot of sickly grime he had about him, he waved his sword back and forth barking more orders to his men. "Now lets have some fun.. hook into the tower."

At that command several fire fired three large barbed spears with lines attached.
The spears dug into the sides and roof of the tower as many of the crew began to slide down the lines with weapons in hand and a grim gleam in their eyes, the battle was far from over.
In fact it was just beginning..

The setting changes from Herth to Hes Un Morra

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#, as written by Siryn
From behind her she caught Yo'Von's voice as he shouted at them all, initializing silence between them all. Slowly her gaze turned to him, feeling a bit embarrassed to have the Captain yelling at them all because of the fight that had broken out between them. Her sword lowered to press the point into the pier as she stood there and listened to the berating that he gave them. She took it silently and agreed with him as well, silently kicking herself for letting such a trivial matter get the better of her. Yo'Von proceeded to tell them to get on the ship, but his words faltered and a loud sound from above them got Keyra's attention.

Whirling around, she found that she was far too slow and the cannonball hit the pier at a stunning speed and force. Having never fought with an airship before she was stunned for a few precious moments and her heart nearly stopped in her throat. Her hair whipped around her face as pieces of the pier went flying through the air. The shock wave of the impact hit her and Sevral, knocking her forwards and into him on the precarious perch they were standing on. The pier was falling apart underneath her feet and she found it hard to stay standing.

Instinct kicked in then, her wings wrapped around him as her hand shot out and grabbed his leather shirt pulling him right to her. Her other hand wrapped around his waist as she was still holding her large weapon. She felt the boards beneath her slowly give way and she pushed herself into Sevral, forcing him to step back a little bit so they wouldn't fall. As the pieces of wood settled around them, she unfurled her wings, holding them upwards to lighten her body and hopefully help to keep the small area stable at least for a little while longer.

Shouting issued behind her and she turned slightly to see V kneeling and looking down a hole. Keyra's heart skipped a beat before racing once more. The hole was where Yo'Von had been standing a moment before. A million thoughts raced through her mind as she stared at the darkness that V was shouting down into. With her breath short from the sudden attack, she barely missed what V shouted at them as she looked up. It took her one second to turn and look as she heard another loud boom overhead, but she knew she wasn't going to be fast enough. Twisting around on the small platform Keyra put herself in front of Sevral and spread her wings even though she knew it would be for nothing. Not a second after she'd done that and her vision was darkened.

She wondered what had happened, she didn't feel any pain and the air was still rushing in and out of her heaving chest. Twisting around she looked up at Sevral, her hand taking hold of his shirt once more, one to steady them both on the little platform and two to make sure he was still alive behind her. Underneath the leather she could feel his warmth and his rising chest as he breathed. This settled her, and her attention was taken by V yelling at them.

"We need to get back inside.. so don't just stand their you two now hurry."

Keyra turned on the platform and watched as V glided back to the tower, leaving behind her a pitch black corridor. The Vall concluded that that was what saved her and Sevral and she silently thanked the leather clad woman. Jumping down to the only part of the pier that was intact, her wings giving her an extra boost to make it because of her height, she turned and waited for Sevral to make it before rushing down the pier. She slid to a stop for a moment to look down the dark hole that V had been standing over.

"Captain! Yo'Von!" She yelled, then listened. After hearing nothing she cursed under her breath and started racing towards the tower once more. V was powerful, but she didn't want to push the woman to her limits. Once she caught up with V, she took hold of the woman's shoulder and pulled her around to face Keyra, "What's beneath the tower? Is there a way to get down to Yo'Von?"

The sounds of something snapping into the tower drew the attention of everyone inside. Keyra's eyes narrowed as she looked out of the broken stone to see lines leading up into the sky to the ship that had attacked them. Coming down the lines were men that were armed. In a matter of seconds, several men from the ship were slipping inside the tower and Keyra turned on her foot and leveled her blade. Two of them came down the stairs at her, brandishing swords. Tilting her wings, she crouched slightly, then shoved off with her back foot. A single pump of her wings gave her speed and she easily knocked aside the first mans sword. In the same motion, she turned the blade and cut across his chest, the enormous blade nearly cleaving him in two. Bringing the blade all the way through, she caught the second man's weapon with hers. Keyra's momentum pushed both of them backwards until they hit the wall. She commended the man on keeping his blade up in defense, but once they hit the wall, her heavy weapon and her own body weight pushed his own sword backwards into him.

Stepping away from the man who's blade was buried in his neck, she watched him drop to the floor before turning her attention to the many others that had climbed into the tower. Re-setting herself, she lifted her wings, relieving her body of it's natural weight and pulled her blade up in front of her. She took off at a dead run and intercepted three more men. Her weapon twisting and turning in full arcs and slashes that melded into each others moves. Throwing aside another slash at her, she drove her blade forward, running the pirate through. Without stopping, she pulled back, tilting her left wing downwards completely and bending to miss a slash at her throat. Turning her sword in her hand so she held the weapon against her forearm, she crouched down lower than before from bending backwards and launched herself at him. She cut open his stomach as she twisted around, her wings snapping open completely to stop herself from sliding further and locked onto the next man's blade who barely managed to block her swinging weapon.

Her eyes shifted for a second to look for Sevral. She also took in the extent of the fighting. Keyra realized she was near the ambassador and growled softly to herself, though she was sure his two body guards would be more than enough to protect him. The pirates were flooding into the tower as she looked about herself before managing to drop the man's sword down to the ground, locking it with her own. With her free hand, she grabbed his throat and pulled him down to her knee as she slammed it into his face. Releasing him, she pushed him over as he stumbled from the blow and a broken nose. Once again the Vall prepared herself for the next set of pirates.

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Adnan

The sound of the ships many cannons firing were like music to the elven man’s ears. Somehow in their mismatched volleys they had a harmonious beat, detectable only after years in their midst, or perhaps Adnan was simply too happy at their sounds, as it meant more combat. Either way, he was glad to be hearing them again, intermingled with the war cries of his pirate crew.

Quickly he proceeded across the deck of the ship he inhabited and unslung his crossbow. It was a simple one, though capable of extending great distances while maintaining accuracy. Quickly inserting his foot into the stirrup at the end of the weapon, he pulled back on the drawstring to where he attached it to the release, controlled by a trigger. He produced a simple flat tipped arrow from his sheath and placed it in its respective shallow position in the weapon, then once more placed the entire weapon onto his back again.

Adnan then took out his little spell book and began flipping through the pages. It was while his attention was preoccupied did he run into another of the crew who was moving frantically to prepare for the main assault. The impact of the man caused the book to fall from the Elven man’s hands, though it was quickly replaced by a knife. The draw was so fast that the man who had bumped into Adnan didn’t even get a chance to finish his cursing before a perplexed expression crossed his face, the blade now at his throat. “Run into me again and we’re going to have a problem,” Adnan said coldly.

The man nodded simply in response before backing away quickly and rushing off. With a dismissive wave, the Elven man returned his attention to the task at hand. 7 He took just a moment to retrieve his book before approaching the side of the ship and hurling himself over the rail. As he left, he had just heard the captain say something, but that didn’t matter now as the only thing Adnan was concentrating on was his landing.

The wind rushed past him in his descent and made his clothes flap angrily around him, and at the last moment, Adnan redirected himself to fall towards one of the towers. It took a mere moments for gravity to drag the man down from high above on the ship, to just coming up onto the tower’s massive form. It was then Adnan began to harness a type of magic that controlled the air around him. While he did slow, his first mistake was also made as he miscalculated his trajectory and rate at which he fell.

Hitting the tower faster than he’d wanted, Adnan heard a sickening crunch as he hit the side of the tower, followed by an intense pain in his right leg. Without time to really think about his injury, Adnan knew he was still falling and had to stop before he simply crashed down to the ground. Drawing his sword in mid-flight, the Elven man plunged the blade deep into the mortar of the tower, slowing him to a rather abrupt stop that almost made him let go of his weapon.

After taking a moment to ensure he had ceased falling, Adnan dug out one of his daggers with his free hand and impaled the wall with that. He then ripped the sword from its stony sheath, placed it back in its usual sheath, and then drew his other dagger. Quickly, in a matter of seconds he had scaled the side and managed to climb in through a window. Or was it just a random hole blown into the wall? He couldn’t tell now, but it didn’t matter. He now made his way down a flight of spiral stairs to where he could hear battle taking place.

About halfway down the steps, Adnan knew he must stay concealed so quickly he conjured up a sort of cloaking spell. Anyone looking on him would’ve seen the man simply seem to dematerialize into nothing. Making his way down the remainder of the steps, Adnan looked out to assess the battle.


The sound of the ships many cannons firing were like music to the elven man’s ears. Somehow in their mismatched volleys they had a harmonious beat, detectable only after years in their midst, or perhaps Adnan was simply too happy at their sounds, as it meant more combat. Either way, he was glad to be hearing them again, intermingled with the war cries of his pirate crew.

Quickly he proceeded across the deck of the ship he inhabited and unslung his crossbow. It was a simple one, though capable of extending great distances while maintaining accuracy. Quickly inserting his foot into the stirrup at the end of the weapon, he pulled back on the drawstring to where he attached it to the release, controlled by a trigger. He produced a simple flat tipped arrow from his sheath and placed it in its respective shallow position in the weapon, then once more placed the entire weapon onto his back again.

Adnan then took out his little spell book and began flipping through the pages. It was while his attention was preoccupied did he run into another of the crew who was moving frantically to prepare for the main assault. The impact of the man caused the book to fall from the Elven man’s hands, though it was quickly replaced by a knife. The draw was so fast that the man who had bumped into Adnan didn’t even get a chance to finish his cursing before a perplexed expression crossed his face, the blade now at his throat. “Run into me again and we’re going to have a problem,” Adnan said coldly.

The man nodded simply in response before backing away quickly and rushing off. With a dismissive wave, the Elven man returned his attention to the task at hand. 7 He took just a moment to retrieve his book before approaching the side of the ship and hurling himself over the rail. As he left, he had just heard the captain say something, but that didn’t matter now as the only thing Adnan was concentrating on was his landing.

The wind rushed past him in his descent and made his clothes flap angrily around him, and at the last moment, Adnan redirected himself to fall towards one of the towers. It took a mere moments for gravity to drag the man down from high above on the ship, to just coming up onto the tower’s massive form. It was then Adnan began to harness a type of magic that controlled the air around him. While he did slow, his first mistake was also made as he miscalculated his trajectory and rate at which he fell.

Hitting the tower faster than he’d wanted, Adnan heard a sickening crunch as he hit the side of the tower, followed by an intense pain in his right leg. Without time to really think about his injury, Adnan knew he was still falling and had to stop before he simply crashed down to the ground. Drawing his sword in mid-flight, the Elven man plunged the blade deep into the mortar of the tower, slowing him to a rather abrupt stop that almost made him let go of his weapon.

After taking a moment to ensure he had ceased falling, Adnan dug out one of his daggers with his free hand and impaled the wall with that. He then ripped the sword from its stony sheath, placed it back in its usual sheath, and then drew his other dagger. Quickly, in a matter of seconds he had scaled the side and managed to climb in through a window. Or was it just a random hole blown into the wall? He couldn’t tell now, but it didn’t matter. He now made his way down a flight of spiral stairs to where he could hear battle taking place.

About halfway down the steps, Adnan knew he must stay concealed so quickly he conjured up a sort of cloaking spell. Anyone looking on him would’ve seen the man simply seem to dematerialize into nothing. Making his way down the remainder of the steps, Adnan looked out to assess the battle.

A young Vall girl was wielding a blade that seemed far too large for her to possibly even carry, but her movements were flawless, precise and deadly. It seemed though his pirate comrades had her pretty well distracted, so for now he dismissed her presence. His eyes fell upon a human, some swordsman, but he wasn’t much of a threat either, occupied it seemed much like the girl was. Adnan’s eyes then scanned up further to where he knew the ship had been at one point. It seemed that in all the excitement it had managed to navigate itself around the tower in an attempt to escape the barrage of shots that continued to rain down from his own vessel. Adnan peered up at the ship now, whoever was at the helm steered her expertly, but that didn’t concern him. His eyes continued scanning the decks until he finally found his target, the Princess. A frown creased his face as he saw the brute of a Vall that accompanied her, and silently he spoke, “Well, that’s going to be a problem.”

Adnan looked at the pair carefully, examining how best to proceed. His arrow tip was dipped in a potent toxin that targets the nervous system, causing instant but not permanent paralysis. Should he target the larger man and risk the Princess whom he knew could use magic simply overriding his poison, or the Princess herself only to have the large Vall carry her to safety? He contemplated this for a moment. Adnan wasn’t positive that she could overcome the poison, but it wasn’t a risk he felt like taking. Even so, it seemed like targeting the larger man was still the better option. She could easily be snatched up while trying to save him.

Removing the crossbow from his back, Adnan came to his decision. Checking the arrow to ensure it was ready for its mission; Adnan shouldered the weapon and took aim. It wasn’t a complex weapon that required a lot of preparation, but it still did need a certain level of calmness, especially if fired over long distances. It was powerful even to reach the necessary lengths, but only if the firer could maintain a solid composure while firing.

Pulling the trigger, Adnan let the release do as the name intents and sent the bowstring forward, snapping back from the pressure it was held under and bringing with it the bolt. The plan would’ve been perfect if two things hadn’t of happened. One, had at the last moment a gust of wind not picked up and blown his shot off course, and two, if his cloaking spell hadn’t just worn off, he’d of been fine. It seemed however that cruel fate wasn’t on his side today; an injury to his leg, a missed shot, and a spell whose duration seemed to wear out at the worst of times.

The setting changes from Hes Un Morra to Herth

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Von’s voice shook the air around the group and brought Ocenia’s attention to the frustrated captain. It was true that if they could not work as a group they would not be able to take on any threats they may come across in Herth. Then again, Ocenia thought that she may have been the link that caused all the issues. From the moment she had run into Von she had been the middle of the problem with the group by causing tension between Gavyn and Von, the bedroom incident, and now the argument between Gavyn and Keyra. Her head lowered in shame for what she had done, but her inside Vall was pissed at the submissive posture the princess had taken on.

Soon she felt the air shift, it was crying out and her attention turned to the sky just as cannons flew through the air toward the pier. Her immediate reaction was to grab onto Gavyn for support which she had been lucky that the two of them were still on deck while Von’s crew moved it away. Her icy eyes scanned the pier for their friends, only to see more cannons fly into a darkness that could have only been produced by V. She lost sight of Von and a sinking feeling went through her body as she felt the entire ship shiver as a direct hit took the side of the Wind Mire. Then another, just before the ship rounded the fortress tower, giving them a bird-eyes view of the inside of the tower they had stood within on moments ago.

Now safe from the cannon fire, the princess peeled her hands away from Gavyn and took a few steps toward the tower to look in to see if she could spot their crew. She found Keyra just as the whole fortress shook and a whole made by the pirate ship had infiltrated the building and men were pouring into the room. Her eyes spotted blades as they sliced through the air at one another with speed and precision, but it always seemed that Keyra and Sevral were just one step ahead of their attackers. Never had the princess thought the ship would attack them without warning, but perhaps they were here to hinder the mission Yo’ Von and his crew were partaking.

Feeling the danger and excitement of the fight, both the Vall and man who inhabited the princess stirred that was when Ocenia noticed a strange cloaked man materialize across from her and Gavyn’s location. He had just taken out one of the pirates, but somehow it didn’t seem like his intention by the disappointment she found in his posture. Right then she agreed with her Vall that she was no longer safe and like water the human girl’s features shifted into the snow angel. Her hair lengthened and lightened until it was whiter than snow, her skin paled, and her eyes were icy blue. The woman stretched herself out slowly and her wings tore out her back splattering the deck with blood leaving droplets on her wings. The Vall focused water magic around her wings for a short moment to clean them, and then glanced back at Gavyn with a smile. “I hope you mean to keep your promise,” she smirked before her wings stretched to both sides then reflexes shooting the woman into the air.

With flute in hand, the woman played a eerie tune that held long notes then flutter and repeated at times, this music settled into the air and some of the pirates paused in mid-swing before bring the blade around and slamming it into their own stomachs, some even repeatedly hacked away at themselves. Enjoyment crossed the snow angel’s lips as she continued to fly around in the air until she landed right behind Keyra a block of ice piercing the man that was coming at them from Keyra’s behind and then another ice-cycle piercing the man that was coming to her side. Almost entranced with her own flute music the angel began to dance around grabbing the attention of the enslaved men she targeted, making them line around her as she danced in her spot. They had panic crossing their eyes and lips as she made their swords lift up and they began to attack members of their own crew. Had they not been told that the princess would be an enjoyable and easy, while the fight was pleasing, the woman enslaving them had not been on their list of easy captures.

Now as she stepped forward her men stepped forward, waiting for the next wave to come at them when she remembered that Yo’ Von had fallen into a dark pit and no one had yet to go after him to make sure their Captain was alright. Her thought had been to leave the men here under her control to fight for her, but the further away she is from her slaves the weaker her musical spell’s hold had on them. Deciding that perhaps V might go after Von, she continued to turn about with her pirates who continued to fight their own comrades. When someone came from an angel that she could not counter with her flute magic she would use ice from the moister in the air to form more ice-cycles to take out her foes. This was clearly a display of control on her part, which made this encounter with the princess much different from her emotional breakdown on the ship. Though it was clear in her eyes that she enjoyed the bloodshed all too much for her own good, which would worry those who had known about her breakdown earlier on the ship or anyone back home that had witnessed breakdowns in her room.

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Her blade came up in a full arc, throwing aside the pirates weapon as he came at her. Sliding the weapon down the length of the other man's sword, Keyra ducked under his arm and swiped hers across his exposed stomach. With her senses at their full extent she felt rather than saw the Princess drop down behind her. The sound of music filled the air, a darker tone that what she'd heard before when she was on the ship. Her heart clenched as she whirled around and set eyes on the beautiful woman behind her. Ocenia was glowing almost, long white hair flowing around her face and shoulders, icy cold eyes gleaming with joy. A pirate toppled over with a huge piece of ice through him.

Keyra's chest heaved as she stared at the woman in astonishment. Her emotions ranged from anger at the Princess' bold decision to jump in the fight, awe at the power that she controlled and a bit of fear as to what she saw in the woman's eyes. Her music was directed at the pirates and to the Vall's utter surprise, they all began to fight one another, as if she had control of all of them. With a lifted eyebrow, Keyra moved quickly to the Princess, trying to cover the distance that the girl had formed between them. Off to the side, she spotted Sevral facing off with a man in a cloak. He wasn't fighting, so she wasn't sure what to make of it, if the man was friendly or not.

"There! That's the Princess," A pirate shouted from behind Keyra. Turning on her heel, she immediately rushed the man, though she knew his voice had already done the damage. Her blade sunk deep into his chest as she impaled him with a force that nearly had him halfway down her enormous sword. Her eyes were narrowed at him in rage, but her anger also came from the fact that Ocenia had decided to jump in the fight. With a sigh, she brushed off the thoughts. What's done is done.

Keyra returned to her original task. Reach the Princess, preferably before a mob of pirates did. Though the girl seemed to be doing just fine on her own, it was highly unnerving to watch her kill so easily. Her silvery blue eyes were filled with enjoyment at the bloodshed she was creating and that was making Keyra more than just nervous. Her control was utterly terrifying to say the least, but the Vall wondered what it was exactly the princess was then. Finally, Keyra made it to Ocenia's side.

Turning, she faced the mob that was slowly becoming nothing at all. In the face of the Vall princess, it seemed that many of the pirates were weary to come near her or even try to fight. The music was driving some to the ground with their hands over their ears as they tried to block out the sound. Two of the pirates rushed Keyra, trying to brush past her in order to reach Ocenia. Keyra launched her body forward, meeting them halfway. Her sword knocked aside one, slid across his upper body and then pulled back to her side as she prepared to run the other one through. Seeing her set in for the strike, the pirate tried to dodge the attack, but his forward momentum and her's was too fast.

Pulling her weapon out of the second pirate, Keyra backed up to Ocenia once again, her eyes watching the slimming attack. Her wings spread as she tried to keep Ocenia from view as much as possible. Her sword came up and blocked a downward strike. Twisting her wings, she ducked down, letting her weapon come across her shoulder and lead the other blade down away from her. The Vall came back up right in front of the man and she threw her knee into his groin. As he doubled over, she took her sword and hit him over the back of the head with the heavy handle, dropping him instantly.

Keyra backed up again, then turned to face the girl. The fighting was dimming down, and her destruction was unsettling. Keyra feared the princess would lose herself in such lust for bloodshed. Her gloved hand reached out and touched the girls shoulder, trying to get her attention.

"Ocenia! Princess! That's enough, you don't have to keep going," she called, trying to get the woman to release her magic that was decimating the pirates with ease. Keyra turned her sword and sheathed the large weapon in order to grab the girl by both of her shoulders and give her a shake, "Princess! Come back, you've done enough. It's alright now, you don't have to keep fighting them!"

All around her, the pirates were dropping like flies. The utter destruction of the company of pirates almost made Keyra sick. She didn't like what she saw. Fighting for your life was one thing, but killing just to kill was another. Keyra tried to get the woman to focus on her instead, well aware of her power and hoping at the back of her mind that the Vall inside her didn't decide to dispose of her just because it could.

"Come on, princess," Keyra softened her voice, reached out her gloved fingers and brushed them across Ocenia's cheek, "Come back. You don't have to keep going. Don't lose yourself to this."

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Gavyn simply allowed his breath to come out in a great breath as Von went about scolding the lot of them. His eyes darted to Ocenia for a moment, giving her a wink of reassurance, his promise of being there to protect her against those wishing her harm. He was about to call out to the Captain, that they'd explained the need to get back on the ship, but a large booming, whistle, then crash occurred, shaking the entirety of the vessel as the pier began to crumble beneath the feet of his comrades. More were coming, direct volleys at the Wind Mire, and the large man took hold of his charge in his arms and moved behind a number of secured barrels, shielding her from any potential shrapnel of wood that may come flying off the Wind Mire.

He was thankful for the skill of their first mate as, after a couple of direct hits, they were brought to the safety of the far side of the tower. He released her from his grip and stood, not knowing of what had happened to the others of his team. His eyes scanned the area and he found Keyra and Sevral fighting back combatants that continued to fly to the tower. They needed to make their way to higher ground. He was focusing his attention on how best to keep the vantage when he felt Ocenia's shift, which brought a light curse from his lips. He needed to speak with this woman beyond the lust of battle and power, but it seemed he would not be getting that chance this day. “Me word be me bond,” he spoke as she took off into the midst of battle. “All me words!” he shouted after her as he took the vessel of that he was sworn to protect.

Pulling his fiddle off his back and to his person, Gavyn ran the bow across the strings, playing a tune toward the skies. His notes called upon the Warrior of the Southern Winds, and she answered his calling, coming forth and blowing her heat to him. Having her blessing, he once more strapped the instrument to his back and gripped one of the many loosened mooring lines. “Yer bravery ta me name, Warrior. Our wills be twinned,” he spoke to the breeze which quite suddenly picked up into a strong gust. The line wrapped around one arm and his bow held within his other he gave himself a running start as he dove from the deck of the Wind Mire. The wind blew strongly as he fell, arching his descent and allowing himself to not dislocated his arm as the line tightened and he was put into a sweeping descent to the tower. As he came to the hulking tower, teetering at the abuse it had sustained, he released his grip and seemed to almost run upon the air for the brief moment before feet met the solid stone of the tower.

His eyes scanned the area, and already men were coming at the newest arrival. However, as he readied himself for contact, they turned upon themselves and began to maim one another before his eyes. He could hear the musical notes of a flute wafting down and with new burst of speed, Gavyn ran up the stairs, stopping at the landing which held the group, minus one weathered Captain. “Where be Von?” he called out as Keyra seemed fully intent on stopping Ocenia from killing all the men and women that attacked them. The Gryphon scoffed and continued on, stopping only a moment behind the image of winter to speak short words to her quietly. “Doona kill 'em all. We'll need 'em ta talk af'er. Bu' ye protect yerself, first an' foremost.” His eyes landed on Sevral and a man he was preparing to dual. The magic of him wafted its way to his nose and he made a slight face of disdain. “An' watch fer that one,” he said loudly, pointing at the cloaked man. “Smells o' magic, 'e does.”

Gavyn made for the stairs, intent on cutting the head off the serpent and ending its attack. He hoped the Captain had the same idea that he did and was already upon the lines that fed the pirates into the tower. Some might think he should have taken with him a discarded sword, but he knew better. The ship was tethered to the tower, and wouldn't likely be able to move well to defend an attack made by the Wind Mire if she flew high and to the stern. It was to their advantage it remained tethered, but for the men who continued streaming in. And that was where he was heading, intent on stopping the influx of men.

He stopped at one of the windows, seeing the line above him and a man coming at him, sword at the ready. Like liquid, the large man shifted his body just enough to miss the sword and grasp hold of the man's arm, adding to his momentum by pulling him forward. With a twist and tugging back on the appendage, the man was down with a sharp cry of pain at his shattered shoulder blade. Without a moment to spare, he grabbed hold of the rope and pulled himself upon it. His balance was well practiced and he began walking up the line, the walk turning into a run as he felt the shifting and sway of the line, coming to predict the movements. As he moved up, attackers came down at him, blades in the air to hack at him.

His mind went to another place entirely, of strict training and long hours doing as his father had instructed. It was not forced upon the young lad, but if he wanted to learn, as he truly did, then there was but one way to teach. Deftly, the Gryphon leaped over each blade, his stride never breaking until finally, he landed upon the deck of the ship.

A motley crew of men surrounded him, their weapons of choice at the ready to take on the man. “Came alone. Looks like ya a bit outnumbered,” came a jeer that was accompanied with a roar of laughter. Gavyn simply closed his eyes and shrugged, smirking all the while. He opened those wicked golden eyes and, using his fiddle bow, pointed to the crowd in front of him, jestering them forward. A shout was heard and he was suddenly rushed by two men, brandishing their weapons high.

He was liquid in movement, and turned sudden stone as he made contact, leaving no room for recovery. A sword came down and he guided the blade with his arm, letting the man follow through with his attack. Gavyn's knee came up, hitting his soleplex to knock the wind from his lungs, the foot coming down to stomp heavily upon the man's in-step. As the pirate fell back, the martial artist let his arm cradle his head before tightening and twisting, snapping the neck in on fluid movement. The other sword came down at his vulnerable back, but Gavyn simply continued his movement, moving into a roll to follow the body and avoid the blade. He was on his feet and facing his assailant in a single moment.

His arm was positioned to guide the blade, his bow an extension of that hand. His assailant came in with an overhead slash and the young Gryphon turned his body on the instinct of reading the other's, kicking his leg out into his assailant’s knee. The pirate fell forward, his blade lodging into the ship. Continuing with his movements, Gavyn kicked the man in the stomach, moving him from his weapon. The kick allowed himself to be closer and quite swiftly, he stomped upon the man's neck, snapping it as well. There was a cold efficiency to the way he killed the men, not at all like the overly emotional man known to his shipmates. This was the fighter, the protector, and any that got in his way would fall like the others. The Warrior of the South blew strongly at his back in approval as more men filtered in to attack him. All the while he looked for the ship's captain, finding the man at the helm and making his way through the mass of bodies slowly, leaving behind a trail of corpses of incapacitated men.

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One by one the pirates fell by their own allies hands, and the princess could not help but gather a twinkle of delight in her eye. Her song became lower, darker, and it was even harder for them to resist the pull her magic had on them. This had not been the first time the Vall had been released by the princess to fight; in fact she had plenty of time with her teacher back home to perfect this evil she called out with her flute. It was one of the greatest reasons the people of Ophidia were frightened of the princess they loved and cherished; for her magic was very powerful and great when it toyed with the emotions and freedom of the people who listened. Ocenia made sure to leave five pirates alive by her side at all times to keep all angles around her safe from the enemy.

A shout brought her attention behind her, apparently someone had noticed that she was the princess, even after her transformation. It was clear to the Vall at that moment that they were after her because only her parents and a few maids knew of her true form as the snow angel, of course Yo’ Von’s crew knew as well. She narrowed her eyes about to strike when Keyra silenced the man, though the damage had been done. The pirates knew where the princess was, though they shivered in fear at her own power. Had it not only been hours earlier that the crew saw her power as out of control and now it was more frightening? A smirk graced her pale lips as she continued to play her flute, dancing around her own soldiers as the men continued to fall at their own hands. The more her music touched them the more gruesome the death became. Men started to chop and hack at their legs until they made it to their waist before they would bleed out.

Lost in her own enjoyment, Ocenia had almost forgotten that Keyra had made it past her men into her own inner circle. It was good for the other Vall to be close considering a few men had almost breached her men by plugging their ears with cloth. A sigh escaped her lips as the air around her began to chill and a sudden storm of ice-cycles took out some of the remaining men, only leaving a few cowards out there in the room other than the five Ocenia had claimed for her own gain. It was then that something warm touched her skin; it was firm with authority that the Vall did not quite appreciate. Then she was spun around by the same warmth bring her face to face with Keyra, the woman who always seemed to be getting in the princess’ way. The music fell quite, then again only five men were still listening to its lullaby anyway, and the snow angel frowned. The five men turned with their weapons facing Keyra as the princess shrugged Keyra’s hands off of her shoulders.

“If you haven’t realized, they are trying to kill us…” the woman’s voice was ice cold, deadly even laced with the surge of power she had been blessed with. The men readied themselves for their master’s orders. Because they had listened to her music for so long they were permanent slaves at her command. It was then that she heard Gavyn speak on his way to fight his own battle. Of course she would keep herself safe, but that would mean absolutely no survivors, would it not? At least in her mind that is exactly what it meant. If it hadn’t been for the distraction that Gavyn caused, she would have done more to the Vall who interrupted her but instead her men turned their attention Sevral’s direction. She could tell by the pleading in her the men’s eyes that they were asking this stranger for his help. “He’s no friend of ours,” the princess snapped, taking steps toward the magic user and her comrade. With each step ice wrapped around the man covering him up until his waist, “No friend at all…” she smirked, her power chilling the air even more. Oh, she was just about to have the most fun she had had all day with this one.

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“If you haven’t realized, they are trying to kill us…”

Keyra's eyes narrowed half in shock half in disbelief. The woman before her was completely different than the princess she knew. This person was colder than ice, a steely look in her eye that could freeze just about anything they set upon. Even Keyra felt a chill run through her, straight to her center. It was that fact alone that let the princess slip from her numbed fingers. The deadly look that she'd received told her that this new woman wouldn't hesitate to kill Keyra should she get in the way. However, as the woman turned towards Sevral and the cloaked man that he'd been talking to, she couldn't just let her do as she pleased.

Taking a deep breath, Keyra turned around, unsheathing her blade as a braver pirate rushed at her since the princess had walked away. The flow of pirates had stemmed, most likely because of Gavyn whom the Vall had lost track of. The last thing she'd heard from her companion was a quick question as to where Yo'Von was and then a bit to Ocenia to keep herself safe. Some protector... Keyra thought dryly to herself. Did he not see the blood lust in Ocenia's silvery blue eyes? Did he not see the danger in having her keep this power out? She was going to lose herself, and if they all weren't careful, they might find themselves at her mercy rather than someone else's. That wasn't something she enjoyed thinking about.

Killing the one that tried to run his blade through her, she stalked after the princess who had set her eyes on the cloaked man. Already her icy magic was beginning to cover him. Her heart skipped a beat at how close Sevral was to the danger and she silently hoped that he wouldn't somehow gain Ocenia's rage as well. With a deep breath, Keyra prepared herself for the worst as she stepped in front of Ocenia's view once more.

"I understand that they were trying to kill us, but they're running now. Do you not see yourself right now? You're not fighting to protect yourself, you're killing to kill. For the sheer pleasure of it," Keyra stated firmly. Behind her, she could feel the magic pulsing. It wasn't Ocenia's either, so she knew that the cloaked man was some type of magic user. To what extent, she wasn't sure, but she did know that killing a man who wasn't even putting up a fight was dishonorable to say the least. The Vall made sure to keep her weapon down at her side. She was fully aware that what she was doing was akin to 'rattling the cage' and that it could possibly come back to bite her. However, she wasn't going to sit back and let the princess do what she wanted, especially if it meant going on a full out massacre.

"Let him be, Ocenia. He's already wounded and helpless. We'll take him and question him, just as Gavyn said," Keyra mentally bit her tongue as she uttered the words helpless. The feel of magic behind her was a clear indicator that the man was far from helpless, but she hoped that he wouldn't do anything stupid as she was trying to keep him alive.

"You kill only those who are trying to kill you, my sword master taught me that. You don't want all of this blood staining your hands, Ocenia, now snap out of it! What happened to the woman who healed my broken wing? Where is the woman who had a gentle face rather than this cruel one that only thinks of death?" Keyra took a step forward, coming closer to Ocenia, her hand lifting to reach out to her. At the back of her mind she cursed silently at Gavyn. It seemed that only him and his fiddle was the only thing that could bring the princess back. Damn him for thinking it was okay to let her unleash this powerful being. Controlled? It controlled her only and it was a deadly control that only wanted death and destruction.

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Adnan looked at the man before him warily. He’d acknowledged his presence earlier, but it seemed now the swordsman was requesting of him whether or not he was a friend or foe. The blade gleamed wickedly at him, inviting him to join the party of congregated bodies around the man. The one thing that caught Adnan’s attention was the fact that none were dead. No signs of any cuts or stabs, simply dozens of bruises and a mass of unconsciousness.

The Elven man was about to answer when he glanced past the one before him. The Princess was at full power now, transformed, dawning longer hair of pure white and silky smooth with the wings of a Vall. He watched her dance around, the sound of her music causing the pirates nearest her to begin a vicious campaign against each other. The man swore silently beneath his breath now as suddenly her attention was entirely on him. He felt it before he saw it, and knew immediately it was her magic attacking him.

The ice crept slowly up his legs, encasing his lower half and immobilizing him in the process. Acting quickly, Adnan knew one spell that could get him out of this predicament, and more. Opening his palm, he completely disregarded the man before him. He knew at most he probably wouldn’t attack seeing as Adnan had yet to strike, but even so he had to act quickly before they realized what he was doing.

A miniature flame sparked in his palm before igniting, then wisps of shadows began to crep into the fire. Adnan harnessed its power as it began to grow and grow; the air around him catching it, increasing it and spinning it into a massive inferno, a tornado of sorts that protected him from any outside forces. The ice around his legs quickly melted away under the intense heat while he remained perfectly unscathed. Repositioning himself inside the tornado, Adnan now gathered the power he required before suddenly caused the tornado to explode outwards. The man’s main goal was to take out the one in front of him, but the force was enough to probably reach the Princess and other Vall girl, along with the pirates. With luck it would send them back too, but Adnan didn’t count on it.

Assessing the damage, a grin crossed the man’s face now as he himself took to fire, drawing his sword in the process. Adnan, free of his bonds, readied himself, the blade of the weapon catching fire next, crackling with blue flames. The Elven man then hurled himself forward towards the Princess, but dodged out of the fireball that surrounded him before it made contact, allowing it to progress without him towards her.

Taking only a moment’s pause to find the page, Adnan looked at his spell book and his smile grew even wider. His blade began pouring out a black smoke that would morph into flames, a deadly combination of fire and dark shadowy magic. The man then swung his sword out towards the Princess, hurling a good portion of the shadow/fire towards her, a follow through for the prior attack with the massive fireball. Whatever had happened to everyone else didn't matter at all, his attention was entirely on the Princess.

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Sevral waited patiently, staring at the man, watching every move he did, deciphering it and deeming it to be a threat or not. Suddenly though, an odd melody permeated his ears and he couldn't help but turn with the Elven man, following his gaze to where he found Ocenia in her Vall state, wrecking complete havoc. Sevral wasn't sure how to react to this sudden turn of events. She held the flute to her lips and twirled around the groups of pirates, the enticing sound from her instrument causing them to turn on one another, beginning to slice each other or themselves apart, unable to break the binds of the spell. Those who didn't fall under the effects of the cursed music simply found themselves run through by hunks of ice, the pure glassy white staining more and more red with every passing moment.

The swordsman noted indeed she held a considerable amount of control over her power, but then again it seemed like the power also held a great amount of control over her. She seemed totally different, hungry for more bloodshed, he could see it in the twinkle of her eyes. It was the same thing he'd seen in the eyes of his comrades that night, the lust for blood, the need to kill simply to kill, to test the power one held. Sevral shuddered and watched Keyra attempt to tame her, thought it seemed to no avail.

Suddenly though, the Princess' icy cold gaze was on himself and the man before him. A wave of fear crept into Sevral as the air seemed to get colder, causing a chill to run up his spine. It took a moment for him to realize he wasn't the target, but instead the other man was. Obviously he was no ally, as when Sevral turned, he found that Ocenia had completely encased his lower half in a thick layer of ice, immobilizing him in place. The swordsman was by no means attuned to sensing magical abilities, but had guessed the man before him was some sort of magic user by the way he more or less materialized from nothing, and watched now as the man before him now held out his palm. Slightly perplexed, Sevral kept his sword held ready in front of him, waiting. What happened next definitely wasn't what he had planned.

As the tiny spark in the man's hand blew up to a roaring, crackling tornado that enveloped the man, Sevral found himself flung backwards as it then exploded out, the force sending him a good distance across the stony floor, the heat so intense his clothes caught nearly immediately, either charring and extinguishing or staying alight. His sword, which was obviously no defense at all to fire, flew from his grip and clattered to the ground, skidding away in the opposite direction before coming to a halt, the fabric on the hilt charring as well. The man did everything he possibly could not to panic as he coughed and gagged, attempting to regain his breath as the wind had been knocked from his lungs under the impact. He didn't even bother looking around to see what was happening next but instead busied himself with quickly attempting to put out the flames that clung to his clothing.

Sevral rolled over onto his stomach and got to his hands and knees. He pulled out the tie that held his hair back and allowed it to fall messily around his shoulders as he made sure it wasn't still burning. Parts were singed along with his clothes, but at least the flames were out. The next issue was his skin, but it was mostly on his arms that had come up to protect his face from the attack. The skin was a bright red and stung horribly, some areas already beginning to peel or blister. Sevral knew better than to cradle his arms in his body as trapping the heat wasn't smart, so instead he looked up to register what was happening before him.

The man who had just recently been captured in ice before engulfing himself in flames was now wearing the fire like body armor and running at the Princess. At the last moment he'd let the fireball continue without him while he himself opened a small book. A moment later his sword was pouring out a combination of black mist and flames which he then proceeded to fling at the Princess, each slash at the air sending another burst.

"Damnit," he said quietly to himself as he tried to stand. The pain was mostly in his arms and his breathing was still somewhat short, but for the most part he was okay. His only thoughts now were either, save the Princess, or make sure she didn't go into a mad rage and obliterate everything. He had no idea where Gavyn had gone, but hopefully whatever he was doing was turning out better than everything going on here.

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It did not fail to amaze the snow angel that again Keyra had tried to stop her in the process of her own magic. Did the woman have a death wish? Or had Ocenia really done something she shouldn’t have. There was not a doubt in her mind that the man before them incased in her cold magic had come with the pirates that attacked them, even if he was injured he was clearly a threat. Did the woman before her ranting about Ocenia’s blood thirst not realize that the man behind her was radiating his own type of magic that could easily overwhelm them in a moment’s notice? Frustrated and irritated, the snow angel allowed herself to calm a moment to hear what the other Vall had to say to her, even though her eyes and ears were on Keyra her main attention was to her own magic and the magic around the man.

In the middle of Keyra’s words Ocenia felt a spike of energy and was bracing herself for an attack when a burst of flames freed the man from her hold. The blast caught Sevral first knocking him hard to the ground with force that worried the inner human that sat and watched the horror of all the events. Because she had positioned herself in front of the princess it was Keyra who took the blast full force next, falling into icing cool arms of snow vall. Though the princess had managed to catch Keyra, they were still pushed back by the blast a few yards. To her surprise silvery-blue haired woman pushed away with enough time to ready herself for the next spike of energy Ocenia had felt from the man, which brought her attention to a spell book he kept on his person. He was not a true magic user, she realized at that moment, in fact most of his magic came from the knowledge of spells instead of being born with the inner power. It was clear at that moment that the book would be one of the key elements to take from the man to keep him at bay for a while longer, though she had not enough time to relay this information to the winged-vall before her as she took another blow from the man’s magical weapons of dark flames.

Painful grunts came from the now injured woman as she pushed herself back up to her feet mumbling something as she did so. Did the princess hear correctly? Did this woman really just ask her to ‘run’ from this stranger? Had she not just pleaded the woman to back down with her magic so that she would not kill everyone in sight? “Fool…” Ocenia mumbled under her breath as her power began to grow with her anger. Her icy stare stayed on Keyra’s back as her beautiful white wings spread out to keep the princess safe. “Foolish woman… you contradict yourself…” her words were followed with a gust of wind that pulled Keyra off her feet and slammed her into a wall to the far right. “And you!” she pointed her flute at the man who had failed to hit his proper target. “You have poorly picked your enemies, darling.” A wicked grin matched the devious look that seeped into her winter gaze just as more wind picked up around them and soon they were engulfed in a blizzard worse than that which had been trapped in Yo’Von’s quarters only hours earlier.

The wind snapped around with large and small flakes that blurred the vision of not only the assassin but those within range to ear the whistling of the blizzards wind. Shadows were ignored as the storm was so heavy it was almost like trying to see through a night without the moon’s guidance. This was up to her, no one else; even if Gavyn had been here he could not stop the princess from protecting herself and of course pleasing her own appetite for battle. Two decades she had been trapped within the human mind she called herself, but now she was free! Free to guide her own power, free to kill, free to fly, and most of all free to use her body as she saw fit, and now this man endangered her freedom and it was not going to sit well with the already irritated woman.

Keeping a cool calm about her magic, she focused on the other man’s energy which was like a flickering flame in the middle of an awful storm. His heat was starting to falter in the temperature she now produced. It was said that some of the most powerful snow valls were able to freeze fire in its place, and it was clear her magic could do so if focused properly, but this was not what Ocenia had in mind. Calling upon her own magic she produced two large ice daggers in hand, while listening to the whispers of her storm to tell her if the man had moved in any way. If he were to use magic she would feel it against her own power, a foolish way to make oneself more known to its predator. It was just as the wind thought to calm that she took this moment to strike. With speed a gust of wind slammed the man into the wall right next to Keyra, which was followed by a blurred vision of the princess as her daggers went to their respective places. One dug into his cloth of his right arm keeping him pinned to the wall, while the other was at his throat. A pleased smile came over her as she stared at him with a gaze only meant to be seen by those who would die shortly after, but then…

Her body relaxed, the storm went silent; her eyes became warm and worried in the pale face her vall was known for. The human side of the princess had peeked, but not completely, her form had still taken that of the deadly snow angel. “What do you want with me?” her voice chimed like a bell as she stared at the man. The book he carried now completely frozen shut as she kept her attention fully on him. “Who sent you and what do you want?” her muscles tensed as she kept him pinned to the wall, her wings spread out to intimidate as best as possible, but at the same time the princess was using all her power to keep the Vall from pressing her dagger into the man’s throat to silence him forever.

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Adnan witnessed his original attacks fail, all of them seeming to impact not the Princess, but again, a target he had not intended. At least this time though, friendly fire wasn’t the case, but simply the fact that the blue haired Vall was too stubborn to move. Each one of his strikes, the blasts of curly black fire simply impacted the woman until finally she collapsed, unable to take more. It was at this point that Adnan had finally ceased, though he wasn’t sure why considering his target was now unobscured.

Perhaps it was the way the Princess had looked at him, the cold rage in her eyes that told him if he continued any further, he’d end up dead. He’d had the upper hand until now, he had the element of surprise and strong magical abilities, but it had all literally blown up before him.The Princess’ power though came forth in a way Adnan hadn’t expected. He saw only the look in her eyes, the intent to kill before suddenly everything went white, the blizzard entirely blocking out anything and everything from view. The flames Adnan was using to try to illuminate the wall of white were dying with each passing moment, and he knew too that the presence of his own magic within hers would be the greatest indicator of his location. As the Elf begun to concoct a plan of escape, he saw it.

The silhouette shot at him from nowhere, or so it seemed considering he couldn’t see a mere inches in front of himself. Attempting to sidestep, Adnan found all the movement did was reposition himself so that the girl’s second knife went into his arm, while the first targeting his throat, the steel more palpable than the stinging winds and cold of the blizzard itself. Instead of being filled with fear, Adnan found this situation more ironic than anything as, had it not been a mere moments before when he’d held another pirate in the same predicament, his own blade to the man’s throat? The one difference was, a single look into the Vall’s eyes and Adnan could see the sudden shift as the human part of her seemed to take over. No physical changes occurred, but Adnan see it and hear it as she spoke.

“What do you want with me?” she questioned. “Who sent you and what do you want?”

Adnan thought about this a moment, running the questions through his head before he began smiling, chuckling even. Regaining himself after a second or two, Adnan ceased his laughing and looked directly into the woman’s eyes. They were soft, kind, not that of the former inhabitant of the body that intended to kill him. Now was his chance. Still however, he needed to wait a while to build up the proper amount of energy, so he decided to answer her questions.

“I guess you don’t know much about the criminal world,” he began, “because you should know me as Adnan, The Slayer of the Shadows. It’s not at all surprising that someone of your… status, hasn’t heard my name, but none the less. I suppose it’s no secret that I’ve been sent and paid to kill you, Princess, or whatever the creature is that lies within you.”

The magic collected in the back of the man’s throat with each word, he let it build and progress into his mouth, the power stirring and building before finally it had to be released. Adnan more or less spat out the blast of fire like a dragon, the inferno smaller than the one earlier, but just as deadly. A moment later, Adnan broke from the woman’s grip and dashed off to the side, scurrying away before turning to face her again. Several options ran through his mind, but it seemed only one would be good enough. If he didn’t want to die he had to calm the Vall before it reappeared, so he did the one thing he knew would most likely work.

Producing a light tan flute, Adnan removed what was left of his now charred mask, pressed the instrument to his lips and blew, his fingers working the contraption to produce a gentle melody and magic that's made to sooth those around him, usually inducing sleep to anyone nearest. It was a long shot, as the Vall seemed to have the same sort of magic at her disposal, but it was worth a try, if only to give him a window of opportunity to either capture her, or escape.

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The battle had been rather hectic if that was so to say, Rioma was doing her best to keep the Wind Mire out of harms way and not long after the fighting had started no hide nor hair of Gregorio or his two guards had been seen. His men where beginning to clear from the lower portions of the tower and his ship had already managed to pull away from the tower in the midst of all the chaos.

Keyra and Sevral had not been been given much luck in what was happening below, while it took only moments for Gavyn and Ocenia to meet with them in a correlated defense. It was not without danger that this action would go about and it was not without a high risk that they could lose one another in this hectic combat.
V had been doing her best to fight off any pirate that got close to her or the others, every few moments a long tendril of shadowed essence would lash out and either swipe an aggressor away or it would jab out and pierce into his body. These men they faced where not the most organized of enemies and their only saving factor in combat appeared to be their overwhelming numbers in the heat of things.

It was with that V realized that the only way to win the encounter was to stave off such an advantage so with a large blast concentrated she blew one of the large hooked spears along with most of the wall off the tower. The shadowy mass that was left behind began to seal the wall back up and she returned to fighting the remaining souls, despite the fact she could still hear the landing of more spikes above and below them.
V had a man in her grasp as soon as Ocenia began to charge herself full of power and that was already enough to V to know that Von had a good enough reason to hide who the young woman was and she paid attention with baited breath.

Von opened his eyes once more as he tried to right himself in his stance, the air down in the forge was stale and cool on the tongue as he looked about the whole of the room. His mind absently holding his left arm close to his ribs and doing as best he could to release the pain from his original landing. He began to move towards the back of the room where he knew there was a staircase and was planning to use it to get back up top. But unfortunately there where some men ready to halt him at his first turn, they where brutish and very uncouth about the way they examined him in his state.

That was until one got up the nerve to call out Von while in his state.."Lookie here boys.. seems we got us a soldier boy with a chink in his armor.. ohh little man hows it feel to be so damaged?" The larger of the three men accosted Von in hopes to break him early, however Von was no fool and he was easily aware of what was going on.
While the three men laughed at Von in his predicament the one from before was going exceptionally far to indulge in his happiness. That was until he was stopped when the tip of Von's spear parted his mouth from his head in the throws of laughter. Von only looked up at the man and spoke.. "Damaged.. but not broken."

Von stood and hefted the weapon to the underside of his chin and spun on the spot shifting the bladed tip in place as well. The first strike swiped right across the first mans face and shredded it leaving him to grovel in pain. As the last man was not lucky enough to take a glancing shot like so his head caught the full force of the aerated petals around the spears neck. His body falling was the last to echo before Von before low and behold the upper floors above Von could feel an intense heat radiating from up there and he was all too willing to hurry there.

Taking his spear in hand and his sword along his belt Von finally made it to the large stairway near the back of the structure. He once again twisted the half of it once more to shrink it back down and slide it across his back. with that he made his way back up towards the higher levers to actually meet up with the others once more.

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Sevral watched, slightly dazed but still well enough to comprehend the situation as Keyra fended off the man's attacks. A stinging went through his chest as he watched the woman, too stubborn in her own ways to move, simply withstanding the hellish assault if only to save the Princess, who looked anything but grateful. If only Sevral could do something, but he found himself unable to move, petrified as it seemed like only yesterday when he'd been in the same state. He'd instigated it yes, but couldn't follow through. Even as doubt and regret settled in, even as he had changed his mind it was too late, and he was left to watch the one he cared for the most crumple before the others turned on him.

The man shut his eyes, as if the act would conjure up some barrier that would keep him safe from his past, from the memories that never went away. Then he watched her drop.

"Keyra!" he shouted as the woman came to her knees, supported only by her blade. He watched the spray of blood come from her mouth, looked at her shaking figure, struggling to remain awake, alive. Sevral couldn't speak, but tried as desperately as he could to will her to move, if he could simply do it with his mind. Perhaps he was as weak as they had called him many years ago, too kind, too gentle. But no. The swordsman watched as the woman stood again, though unsteady and still spread her wings to protect the Princess. It was either the still burning pain in his arms or actual fear that caused the few tears, but that didn't matter now.

Sevral, who had finally gotten to his feet bolted forward. The Princess who seemed to have been in a state of shock or bewilderment now flung aside the girl who had risked nearly her life to protect her, without even a second thought. Already she must've been badly burnt or torn up, but the sound of the girl's impact brought with it another thing, the brittle crunch and snap of bones under the force. What happened outside Sevral's immediate vision was of no concern to him. The man ignored the world itself as he came to his knees by the woman, gently inspecting her, but not wanting to move her for risk of breaking something else. He eyed her carefully, taking in all the wounds and struggling to remain calm, to not whip around right now and tear through the man who had done this. "Keyra?" he questioned softly. "Keyra?"

A cold, angry wind then started, but the man ignored it. The blizzard, the pain in his arms, the stinging that accompanied the brilliant red burns was all null and void in his mind which had all attention entirely on Keyra. He brushed her hair back carefully, unsure exactly of what to do but not wanting to leave her. His own hair was in his eyes now but he didn't bother to fix that. Behind him, he was aware of the Princess now attacking the man, but just barely. In his mind he was still fighting hard not to turn and shout obscenities, to draw his sharp blade and show him what he was truly capable of. He wasn't sure who he hated more at this point. The man himself who had started it all, the instigator, or the Princess. Perhaps he was simply mad and thus couldn't think straight, to find some rationality, but she had thrown aside the girl without even blinking, completely disregarding the fact that she'd done everything in her power to do what Gavyn hadn't done. He was the one who was supposedly tasked with keeping her safe, and yet where was he? Would she have done this time too? Sevral didn't know.

The man was unable to contain it anymore. Finally he stood, his hand sliding off the woman's cheek as he turned to face the magic user. Sevral had missed it all, the entire exchange, but now he took in the situation. He noted the man's flute, the Princess, but all else was unable to reach him, not even the calming melody he played. No amount of the musical magic could quell the rage he felt. The woman was alive, at least, but the state she was in was unacceptable. The man drew his sword slowly, purposefully, the blade sliding silently from it's scabbard and glimmering in the light.

Without warning but with extreme accuracy the man pulled back his arm and hurled the sword forward. The weapon spun end over end around the crosspiece, the extreme care and meticulous crafting job resulting in a perfect balance between the hilt and the blade. Sevral had practiced many things with swords, including throwing. While unconventional and never suggested, he used it now and was happy to say he was more than capable of finding his mark. He had no doubts about the throw even after the weapon had left his grip. He knew where it would end up, he never missed. While the man was busy, lost in controlling his magic and playing his instrument, he would never see the blade coming at him.

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The man’s laughter had been unsettling in the princess’ chest. Had she been wrong to force her other half away to deal with their current situation? Probably, but that did not matter to her currently, instead she continued to hear Keyra’s words in her ears about her own blood thirst. Ocenia had not only frightened the pirates but Keyra as well, and now the woman was injured because of her and this brute she held in place. His laughter settled, bringing his gaze to her level. He spoke to her, his voice deep with a rumble but the amusement still laced each word her spoke.

The man before her was a criminal; her vallself was in the right of him being an enemy for his main mission was to take their very life. Someone had hired an assassin for Ocenia’s head, but who? And why? Concerned and baffled, the snow angel’s grip weakened as the human girl mulled over the man’s words, unaware of his own scheming. Watch out! her other half shouted loudly, pushing the human girl out of their mind and moving just in time to avoid the flames wrath, it did however graze one of her wings burning the tips. This brought out a short gasp from the snow angel as she turned her murderous gaze upon the assassin.

Amusement, that is what she would call it as she saw the man stop and pull out a flute presumably made of a light wooden stature. Had he really intended to use the power of music against her? Her pale lips parted slightly, her wings tucked behind her back as she took a few steps toward the man. A slight wind picked up to carry the tune throughout the entire fortress along with raising her deep silvery-white hair off her neck and back. Light laughter passed through her now parted lips as she cocked her head to the side with a form of pleasure. It was in this moment of distraction that she had for the Adnan that she was unaware of Sevral who stood from his former position next to his fallen angel. Had she not been completely focused on the intent to destroy the foolish man before her, she would have noticed the sound of blade slicing through the air, but instead she went to speak to the man before her.

“You’ve been dulled to realize that music only works to call and calm those willing, a much stronger type of song is needed to take the will,” she knew the tune well, had used it against her own parents while they were fighting to calm them down or even put them asleep when she wanted to leave the palace for a few hours. The one thing a musician of magic needed to learn was how to decipher the tune itself and break the magic up so that the effects would not harm the user, which is what she currently did with his tune. It would also explain why her magic earlier would not have affected him but did affect the other crewmembers of his ship. Again she laughed as she considered what to do with Adnan now, her blizzard would work wonders, but she decided to play with her prey now instead of instantly attacking. With an option in mind her wings spread out just enough to take the hit of Sevral’s sword, it sliced through her feather wings and soft tissue like butter and continued on its mark toward Adnan.

A scream escaped the princess’ lips and her body flung around after the sword sliced through, her wing going limp to one side while the other still held itself up straight. Those deadly icy eyes narrowed in on the enraged man before her. His posture gave him away instantly as the man belonging to the sword, along with the empty sheath at his side. Mistake or not, the woman would not care, she was not Princess Ocenia, not in the long run, her intents were much darker than that of the human’s though they were both clearly in pain. Now her anger and rather were focused on a new target, which made it unclear to her if the sword, which had continued on its targeted path, had hits its initial mark. “You… will… regret… this…” her wing struggled to go up like the other to intimidate, but instead stayed limp at her side. The wind slammed into Sevral, causing him to hit the very wall that caused Keyra to black-out.

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Every step had but a slight irritation in store for Von as his ribs where beginning to get to him in a certain aspect of his mind, being no stranger to fighting through such pain he was able to push the feeling further back out of his consciousness and clear from knowledge.
However the fact every few steps up the stair well had him facing opposition in the form of one grimy pirate after the next was beginning to actually be a focal irritation for him. The men where so under trained that a single swipe or thrust of his spear would topple them and soon another body was sent flailing down the stairs into death. While ascending Von could feel the torrent of power being unleashed no more then a floor above him and he was certain that if it wasn't Ocenia it was someone who would have far less noble reasons for such show of force.

Toppling one more enemy Von comes to a large latched door with iron barring and kicks the latch aside before breaking through the rotted wood work and behold before his eyes lay a killing grounds with several bodies still in the fight. V was getting overpowered by four assailants who seemed to be followed in from an adjacent on the other side of the room. Wasting no time Von rushed forward jabbing his spear into one while quickly dropping his weapon and drawing his sword to cut into another. The two began to fall as V took the opportunity to gain the upper hand with her remaining attackers, Von removed himself from that incursion to find as much of the others as possible.
He could see Keyra in her unconscious state slumped against a wall while Sevral laid nearby her in an apparent pained state, Von began to drop his guard and approach them in an effort to help the two. But that was until the cold lick of magic brushed against his cheek and his eyes snapped towards Ocenia facing off against her own choice of target.

Von's eyes gave a turgid masking as he could tell something was strangely amiss with Ocenia, she was in no way herself anymore but her state was more like that from her incident aboard the ship. A wing held out strongly from one shoulder while she did her best to maintain the other in its damaged shape as he looked on at the other in front of her.
It was easy enough for Von to tell from what features of the man that showed that he was in fact an elf and none of the other pirates he had seen before where other then human.
It did occur to him that the two had already exchanged blows seeing as they squared off with opposing injuries.

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Gavyn himself was doing a valiant job of keeping the numbers of possible enemies low amongst the rank and file, every swing of his weapon either caused a body to reel in pain or to outright die from the trauma of the blow. However it was obvious that Gavyn in his bravado had manage to bite off more then he was able to invariably chew, the pirates began to amass more against him and when one fell to his blade two would replace him and within a few swings hands could take hold of him. Then in the midst to retake his leg from one of the vacant bodies amongst the deck the flat of a blade made solid contact with the back of his head and in that moment all for Gavyn went black.

Blurred images began to coast back into reality as Gavyn could only attempt to force his eyes open and he could see an blurry figure with a captains hat coming into view."Well.. well" The man gives a long puff of smoke from his cigar into Gavyns face as he spoke. "Looks like you've got allot to answer for little birdie." His less then tasteful smile revealing the missing occupancy of three teeth.
He steps away from Gavyn as more men pile their boots on his back to hold the considerable mass of his body down and even in his downed state he did give them time for pause. The Captain on the other hand was not going to have any of it.. "Alright.. break out the flintlocks and get ready to take the tower." He had already returned to the edge of the ship and locked his gaze on the section of the tower with the most fighting, his spyglass can see V's shadowed mass blocking the large holes along the second level. His arm gestures down and only a few men are required to move the ships large size down closer towards the very same level.

The ship turns and bucks towards the tower enough to align with it on approach, while some of the cannons are still able to fire rounds in the Wind Mire's general direction, the men on the deck had only cleared enough of the bodies away to get room for themselves and they lined up against the rail and keep their attention on the tower.
Von and the others in the tower where not ready for the hell that was about to be unleashed upon them as the Captain raised his sabre and gave it a swift swing towards the deck, four cannons opened fire on the side of the tower and in close repose the wall that was once sealed was ripped apart in a torrent of fire and shattered stone. The Explosions alone were enough to send anyone near that side either tossed aside or thrown clear from the impact in pain.

The Captain watched with joy in his eyes as he just smiled and spoke.. "By Gods I never get tired of seeing that." Several others from the pirate crew cheer out at the amount of destruction that over takes that section of the structure. Von gets sent clear across the room whirling over and taking Ocenia out in the process, Keyra and Sevral had the fortunate luck if one could call it that to be on the opposite side of the room from the explosion. Adnan and V who where both so inraptured by their own power manage to shrug off the insubstantial blows of small pebbles and concussive forces to keep upright, despite the amount of disorientation and ringing the blast caused to run through the ear.

Von was able to lift himself up from the body of Ocenia to see the wall was now all but completely gone and the visage of the smiling Captain was there to greet his own eyes... "Keyra?... V?... Sevral?.." His voice drew out with some resignation start to build in the back of his throat. Only a faint voice calls out from the dust and rubble.. "Yo'Von.. I can is everything all right over there." The voice belonged to V and Von smiled as he continued to search around for friendly bodies, that was until his eyes saw a sight that harmed his pride. Gavyn was being tied to the side of the pirate ships mast and he was definitely being secured tightly from the amount of rope they where using. He could not really stomach the fact that one of his own group had been captured and was now within the enemies hands.

The Captain raised his sword once more and readied his men with their flintlocks.."On my order fire.. We can retreive the princess after, the contract said dead or alive and I think its about time we end this." One of the other men points out towards the group and speaks. "I spy our little elf friend Cap'n" The Captain tilts his head a moment to see clear into the smoke.. "Ahh... Aye Adnan.. It appears will no longer be needed your services.. but don't worry our side of the contract was to end your anyway so I think this happenstance is rather poetic. More ironic in fact if you ask me anyway." The Captain laughs through his teeth as he crooks his head back in a detached sentiment of caring and he barks out "Ready!.."

Von can feel the panic of the moment begin to well up in his mind as scrambled thoughts start to collide.. "Damnit.."
He looks around and manages to gather his sword and spear back up, pointing it straight at the Captain. But his eyes begin to falter and he is quick to realize that he must have hit his head rather hard on impact with Ocenia or the wall. The young princess's body begins to stir under his and he looks down to see her look normalize from before, the long hair and wings scattering apart and turning into little petals of ice that disappear.
He digs into himself and does something he never thought he would do in over a hundred years... "V.. I need you to move us." A deceptive gasp of realization could be heard from the other side of the dust cloud as she scoffed at his words. "Von this is no time for games you know I'm no allowed to do.."[b]

Von interrupts her quickly..
"Are you also allowed to let yourself die as well?[/b]

"Either way I don't have enough strength to do that for all of us." She returns and Von yells back just as fast.. "Valia... Please" The leather clad woman only returns with a loud grunt of contempt as she climbs to her knees and raises both hand clasping them together above her head.
The room begins to shake as the shadows of each nook and cranny begin to crawl out and congeal creating a massive circled form around the circumference of the towers level. The sound of V straining could be heard as she wrestled to gather as much shadow energy as possible before the pirates attack. Her vision was quickly to catch the moment the Pirate Captain swung his sword and gave the order to open fire.

With no choice V had to force the spell and every inch of the room was consumed in darkness, that along with a cold black pressure began to build starting with the shoulders and working its way towards the stomach. The feeling was of everyone being moved through the area known to V's clan as the first void and it was easily understandable why she was reluctant to pass through such a world. The sickly feeling of darkness quickly gave way to a rushing pressure being released as the sound of gunfire could be heard going off outside the bubble and everyone soon found themselves violently tossed out into a new area all together. Von and Adnan both had the awareness to roll and correct themselves on impact while the others including V were tossed out to land on a solid wooded flooring.

Von rushed up to check V and she was now lying unconscious on the floor, her body devoid of all shadow energy and small jets of steamed smoke poured off her body. Von knew she would be fine eventually but his next concern was with the others and he looked around to spot the bodies of Keyra, Sevral, Ocenia, and even Gavyn who was still partially wrapped in mooring line still where all laying around the room weapons scattered here or there. Von could tell from first sight that they where now on a ship of some sort, but it was not his due to the size of the compartment and it was then that he knew the location that V sent them. Von and the others where now in the belly of the beast so to speak, sitting several decks below on their ship.

Von reached out to grab Keyra and Ocenia's arms to shake them and spoke towards Sevral seeing as his eyes still registered consciousness."I think its a good time to get back in the fight Sevral.. What say you Gavyn?" Von voice contained a bare amount of paranoia about this predicament seeing as they where now on the enemies own ship.
Despite Adnan being merely feet from Von, he did not care and it was easy to see why in Von's case. Adnan was going to be killed as well if it wasn't for V's power, but one thing did tick inside Von's mind about Adnan.
What contract?

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Fear, anger, relief, revenge; these were just a few of the things the man felt as he watched his blade tear through the wings of Ocenia as she splayed them out. In a way, it was a sort of terrible justice dealt on account of the woman having harmed Keyra moments before. Somehow it seemed as though the damage she received was now equal to how she'd flung aside the girl, yet at the same time Sevral knew this was a terrible mistake. He wasn't sure what emotion was winning in this power struggle within him.

Anger still boiled for Adnan, but he couldn't see the sword now as the Princess now turned on him. He wasn't sure if he was happy he'd hurt her, or afraid of what she'd do because of it. Everything seemed to come in waves, one rolling over the other before getting flooded and forced away by another, only to struggle it's way back on top, a series of conflicting thoughts that seemed hellbent on spiraling out of control. Immediately, as the woman stood before him with one wing limp compared to the other in an attempt to intimidate, Sevral's eyes had shot directly to his other sword which lay several meters to his right. There was absolutely no way he could reach it, and for some reason he was glad he hadn't thrown that one because technically, he'd just got two birds with one stone, or so he assumed. No matter how much he knew it was wrong, he couldn't help but feel satisfied with the outcome.

The man didn't even get a moment to think any further on the subject as suddenly he was shot back. Magic wielders had always annoyed him, the way they could simply attack without even moving or visible using up any amount of energy. He respected it, though, but right now saw it only as cowardly compared to pitting one's own hand-to-hand knowledge against another, letting the best man win. Either way, it was no use complaining.

Sevral slammed into the wall Keyra had hit previously and he wasn't sure if this was with the same force, more, or less. A gasp escaped him as he once more got the wind knocked from his lungs, and he slumped forward onto his hands and knees again, coughing, struggling to regain control of his breathing while fighting off the stinging he now felt throughout his entire body. The pain was excruciating, not just the searing heat he felt in his arms, but the blunt impact of the wall along his entire back. Once more his eyes shot to the other sword, though he knew it was useless.

The man knew Ocenia probably wouldn't stop there, so as best as he could, Sevral stood to defend himself from whatever else came next, but he found himself knocked back over from a totally different force. Sevral heard the shots before he saw the impact, but knew it was the pirates this time who had dealt the damage. Looking up, it was now that he just registered how close the ship had gotten, its guns poised for attack as they unleashed a volley on the old, already crumbling fortress. From where it impacted, a spray of dust, debris and rubble of varying sizes rained down over the group, the shock wave sending Von, who Sevral hadn't noticed before, into Ocenia, effectively taking her out of commission.

Although the blast had occurred on the other side of the room and though moving made a sharp stinging shoot through his entire being, Sevral had still managed to place himself over the fallen Keyra simply out of a protective instinct. No more harm would come to the woman he knew, not as long as he was conscious himself. The man shielded his own eyes for a moment as everything subsided, then looked up towards the ship to ensure no more blasts were coming. It was now that he also registered two voices and connected them in his mind to being that of Von's and V's. What they were saying was a unclear, as Sevral's head was swimming at this point, a cluttered mess of events and thoughts that got stirred into an even thicker mass when he'd been thrown around. The man felt as if he was on the verge of himself passing out.

Suddenly black... This is all Sevral saw. In combination with his sudden dizziness, and the fact that his ears seemed to be failing him, making all sounds distant and faded, the man felt like somehow he'd been pushed to death, or close to it. He had no idea what was happening, he wasn't even sure if he was awake. Somehow it seemed like a strange dreamland, but it was cold and the pressure he felt somehow made him claustrophobic. Whether or not he imaged this feeling or not, he didn't know that either.

Everything was back in view in a matter of seconds, and now Sevral found himself in a totally new surrounding. The sounds of combat still seemed like they were present, but again, this could be his imagination. It took the man a moment of shaking his head and blinking before he rolled of Keyra and simply laid on his back, staring at the ceiling. Only the sound of Von's voice saying his name made him finally take a second look around and begin comprehending the situation.

"I think its a good time to get back in the fight Sevral.." the Captain had said, "What say you Gavyn?"

"Indeed," said Sevral warily, straining to sit up. The man looked around as everything once more became clear, and his mind finally settled. "Where are we?" he asked quietly, still uncertain of his conscious status.

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The darkness that kept her from the blinding pain was fading away. Someone was shaking her, and not to nicely. Burning pain rippled through her chest and down her back. She cracked her eyes opened, a harsh cough wracking her and forcing more blood into her mouth. The crimson liquid flecked her lips and face as she was unable to roll over to spit it out. Keyra could feel a thin river of blood slowly fall from the corner of her lips as she lay there. Her eyes were opened, but only partially, and she couldn't quite focus on anything at that moment.

Breathing was unusually painful, sharp stabs of pure agony pulsing through her lungs with each shallow breath. It took her some time, but she managed to get her mind working again and to look to who it was that held her arm. Deep purple eyes settled on Yo'Von's form as he knelt there, one hand gripping her upper arm, the other reaching for someone else. She couldn't see who the other person was. Keyra just barely caught what he'd said, something about getting back into the fight and asking if Gavyn was in for it as well.

Slowly, she shifted her head to the side and spotted Sevral sitting up not to far from her, he voiced the question that had slowly come to her mind as well. Her gaze flicked about them then, trying to figure out what the hell happened and where she was. The last thing she remembered was standing up from the attack that the mage had thrown at her. Then Ocenia's cold voice behind before the Vall's magic had thrown her and crushed her against the wall. Anything after that was nothing but darkness.

In her had she felt the heavy weight of her weapon that she'd somehow managed to keep a hold of. Without registering the extent of her injuries, Keyra pulled one arm up next to her and began pushing herself to sit up. However, the pressure in her chest forced out another deathly cough, more blood and a shock wave of agony. She fell back with a short cry. Her hand came out from under her sword and she pressed it against her chest to try to ease the pain and pressure. Only then did she lay back, close her eyes and take stock of what had happened to her.

Her stomach and upper chest were cut up pretty badly, burned from the two spells that she'd taken. Both hits had crushed her rib cage on impact and broken at least a rib or two. However, what probably caused the worst of the damages was when she was thrown. She could feel her wings had taken a lot of damage, possibly even broken near the joint, and both joints were jammed between her shoulder blades, half the cause for the pressure all across her chest. She wasn't sure if anything else was broken or dislocated, but she expected it to be so.

Opening her eyes once more, she struggled to get air slowly into her lungs without too much pressure. Reaching out with her hand, she took hold of her blade and began using it as a means to get herself up and on her feet again. It was a slow process, but after a little bit of work, she managed to get to her knees while holding the handle of the enormous sword. Weariness flooded her from the use of energy and she couldn't finish getting up. Instead she knelt there, getting her breath and energy back. Her eyes flicked to Ocenia who was on the floor next to Yo'Von. The Captain had been shaking her as well as herself. Keyra looked around now that she could see better and spotted Gavyn who was partially wrapped in rope. She raised an eyebrow, but didn't voice her question, or rather, couldn't due to another round of coughing.

Once finished, she wiped her gloved hand across her lips to clean the blood and looked to Yo'Von, "I'll fight with you, Captain," she managed to say softly. There was no way she was going to be left sitting like a duck in where ever it was they were at. She had gathered some strength whilst sitting there, and she was damned determined to use it. Especially when she set eyes upon the mage who had attacked her. Her gaze narrowed at him and she pulled herself straighter even though she was down on the ground.

"I should kill you were you stand, mage," she growled between clenched teeth, her hands tightening around her blade.

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Rage sifted through the vall who kept her narrowed gaze upon Sevral after her wind landed him against the stone wall. The human inside cried out trying to keep the vall from killing one of her friends, but the woman would not heed her calls. The man had injured them, took out their wing with a steel blade that tore a large whole through their means of flight, of course the snow angel would not let the man live after that. He had claimed to be a friend back on the boat in his room with Gavyn and Keyra in the room, or at least that was how the vall had taken the entire situation yet here he had injured her. Ocenia tried to reason with the enraged woman, had it not been the snow angel who slammed Keyra into the wall which had brought this anger to Sevral? Ocenia even cried out that perhaps the blade was not meant for them and instead for Adnan, who had apparently went unharmed, but this still did not comfort the power that began to swell in the icy chest of Ocenia’s current form.

Completely absorbed by her own pain, Ocenia did not sense Von when he entered the room or the cannon balls as they tore through the building flinging bodies around in its wake. The winged-woman did not even have time to react as Von’s heavy body flew at her with such force that it knocked them both to the ground, causing her head to hit the ground with much force, from there she was out like a light.

Time seemed to stand still as the two Ocenia’s stared at one another. Their realm complete with the trees and fog of their dreams. The rusty-hair human narrowed her eyes at the silver haired beauty with disgust, but the snow angel seemed unmoved by the gaze. Instead she pulled her limp wing around so that she could assess the damage. If it had not been for the princess’ constant whining about keeping the man named Sevral alive had also been a distraction from the blast that now kept them in their cold state of unconsciousness which left them staring at one another with distaste. “Keyra was right, you are blood thirsty. You shouldn’t have treated those people like that!” Ocenia snapped, throwing her hands around as she spoke with revulsion toward her other half.

“Oh, come now. They were trying to take your life princess, give some credit to your savior.” The snow angel calming stated, her eyes glancing up for a moment before returning her gaze back to the injury which was her top priority. “Besides, he injured us…” The woman added, rubbing the area around the hole in her snow-white wing.

“It was,” Ocenia paused as she felt something brush against her shoulder. When she turned her attention to behind her she saw silver-eyes of the tall man who haunted her dreams of late. He motioned his hands toward the east of the trees where voices murmured from afar. He hummed lightly as he stepped back into the fog.

Von’s rough hand shaking her bare cool flesh woke the princess from her debate with herself. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open allowing her form to shift like liquid back into her natural state. She had missed Keyra’s awakening and the painful manner it had taken her to reach a standing position. Ocenia felt bad, it had been her own fault that the woman was in such bad shape but that did not distract her from the pain she felt in her shoulder. Slowly, sitting herself up, the princess felt the sharp pain of a deep wound in her shoulder blade. It had not been her own body that was injured but her other half, though the wound still transferred when they changed forms. Immediately she began to panic, the pain increased with every deep breath that spread throughout her spine and body.

“Gavyn…” she whispered before lifting her ocean gaze up to Von. “Von…” her voice took in a hissing breath as her hand reached up to cup her shoulder to try and ease her pain. Without her hands on the injury she had no way to heal it herself, it was the price for being a healer, she thought to herself. If only the vall had not been so reckless. “What happened?” she mumbled her question before her eyes spotted the assassin before them and fear slithered down her spine increasing the tension around her injury causing more pain to seep into her bones. Her body froze, and she fought with every muscle in her brain to keep her murderous half at bay before she brought more chaos to the group.

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Shift left. Trip. Follow with left fist to kidneys. Continue momentum. Right elbow to the jaw. Extend arm. Grab hair. Slam to deck. Grab arm with left hand. Pull forward. Right knee to abdomen.

Gavyn's mind remained void of any other thoughts as he continued to move around the men, trying to keep the numbers back as he attacked continually against the constant influx of enemies. He hadn't believed there could be this many men on the ship, and now that he was the focus of their distraction, he was able to experience their numbers firsthand. He'd been doing well, if making very little progress in any particular direction when his entire groove was thrown for a loop as a crossbow bolt shot past him. The projectile had been enough of a distraction for a blade to cross over his left bicep, slicing the skin open and allowing his blood to flow forth. Falling back into his breathing patterns, he pushed through the pain and continued his assault as another bolt flew through the air, this time scoring a hit upon his right leg. He could almost feel the point penetrate to his hip bone and before he could recover, a third bolt was launched, finding its mark in his right side by his ribs.

A rage flew through the Gryphon as he broke from his discipline, using his strength to smash through the men that stood before him. His golden eyes were full of wrath as he looked to take out those with crossbows if only to splinter the weapons upon the heads of their comrades. It was then he felt the heavy slam of something upon the back of his head, not even having a moment to register where the blow had come from as he fell with a heavy thud upon the deck floor, his conscious leaving him.

It was the feeling of an increasing weight on his back that brought back Gavyn's conscious and the terrible headache that pounded behind his eyes. The worst option would be to remain prone and unaware of his situation. Breathing deeply through his nose and exhaling forcefully through his mouth repeatedly, pushing the pain to the back of his mind as he forced his eyes open, taking in the sight of the Pirate Captain before him as his vision slowly began to clear. The smoke blown into his face forced the Gryphon to stop his breathing, once more aware of the pain and the pressure weighing down on his back. Gritting his teeth, he attempted to rise as more men seemed to come over at his movements to keep him prone. “Birdie?” he pushed out through gritted teeth, enraged by the condescending meaning behind the word. His wounds were taking their toll on him as he continued to try rising, only to have more men piling on top of him until he was forced to collapse once more to the deck.

The sudden fire of cannons deafened the large man for a moment, pausing his struggles as he could almost feel the destruction of the tower. A roar escaped from his throat as he struggled harder to get out from beneath his captors, moving up to his knee when a rope was forced around his body to bind his arms together. Several men held each end of the rope, trying desperately to keep the man from breaking free. Eventually, the had been able to drag him to the mast, some even becoming bold enough to sneer at him in his contained state. One well placed headbutt had the men back off as it became clear that taunting the beast was far from the best decision. The attack only intensified the throbbing in his head, but the satisfaction of breaking his taunter's nose was well worth it. He saw to the side a man holding onto his fiddle, examining the instrument before setting it aside as a trophy of sorts. His growl was not contained, making those standing within arm's length to take another step back.

He strained against the thickness of the masses of rope, his left arm not being as efficient as he had hoped, though he doubted it would have done any better against such a strong binding. “Oi!” he called, trying to distract with his filthy mouth if he couldn't beat the Captain to a pulp, but it was too late. The order had been sent and his eyes scanned over to the tower where his comrades still remained. He barely had time to register the location of everyone, his eyes finally finding the prone Ocenia, when an even greater pressure than before weighed down upon him from all sides. His vision left him and he was suddenly tossed to the floor, left to roll haphazardly against a wall, gritting as the bolts were forced to moved with him.

A few deep breaths and Gavyn began shedding the rope from his body and allowing it to fall to the floor around him. He stood with a little difficulty before gripping the bolt at his hip and tore it from his flesh, letting out a grunt of pain that did no justice to the intensity by which he felt it. He let the bolt fall as well before gripping the one in his arm and pulling that out as well, the blood running freely from him. “Aye, Cap'. If'n mayhaps we've mor' o' a plan, may find a bet'er outcome. Least ta 'ave some sort o' thought ta compliment th' skill,” he said as he tore his ruined shirt into strips to stem the bleeding in his arm. There was little he could do about his hip at the time and would simply have to work through the pain. The wound wouldn't kill him, but if he could keep from get his attention distracted again, he could survive until he was able to get to his herbs.

His attention went to Sevral as he heard his question and closed his eyes, breathing deeply through his nose before frowning at the stench. “Tis no mistake. We be on th' ship o' th' enemy. Ya can smell 'em in th' stale air.” His eyes met with Keyra for a moment before finding the one he first wished to know the condition of. Ocenia had begun to rise, sitting upon the floorboards and looking to be in quite a bit of pain. The Gryphon moved to her side as she called his name, already tearing more of his shirt that could barely be called as much anymore. He folded one piece of the cloth over to make a layered bandage and took a knee beside the young woman. “Ya fought well, lass,” he said, moving her collar and adjusting her shirt that he might apply the makeshift bandage. His large hand pressed down over the wound. “Tis a scratch, aye? T'will be a' ye fullest inna shake o' a tail.” He spoke to try to distract her, unable to explain what had truly happened. He hadn't been in the tower, trying as he did to stop the pirates from continuing their assault. He pulled her shirt lower down her arms and motioning her arms to move out slightly. Her modesty would remain in tact, but he needed to secure the bandage to her so that her blood loss would not be so great. The last of his shirt had been made into a long strip, leaving him only in his leather vest. He tied the bandage in place, wrapping beneath both arms and over to her shoulder tightly. Satisfied, he nodded and pulled her shirt back up into place, ignorant to the blood he stained upon it.

He graced the mage with a glance and only shook his head. He had thought he would have been taken care of foremost, but something had apparently gone wrong. He didn't know how they got where they were or why the assassin was taken along with them. He was meant to kill this princess Von had in his midst, and apparently suffer death as well. He assumed she was stowed away in the tower by they words the Pirate Captain had exclaimed, and only hoped she too had been able to escape with her life intact.

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#, as written by Siryn
“Ya fought well, lass. Tis a scratch, aye? T'will be a' ye fullest inna shake o' a tail.”

Keyra kept from rolling her eyes or exhaling the heavy sigh of annoyance at the man's ignorance to the Princess. That alone was a feat in and of itself for her. Instead, she reached down to her belt and from one of the pouches her fingers removed a couple of herbs. The same tiny purple flowers that she'd given to Sevral when he had fallen ill to too much drink. They would suppress the girls pain in her shoulder. With a little bit of effort, Keyra got to her feet using her sword and moved to the large Vall and the Princess.

A cough bubbled in her chest, but she fought it back, wincing at the movements. Once she stood next to Gavyn, she opened her gloved hand and reached between the two. Her fingers, she noticed, shook uncontrollably as she fought to stay upright. Her breathing was more than labored and the pressure from her jammed wings wasn't helping.

"Take them, two each. They will ease whatever pain you're feeling," Keyra managed to say softly before the cough she'd suppressed took over. Quickly, she took Gavyn's hand and pressed the flowers into his palm before stumbling away from them both and hitting the wall behind her. There she stood, one hand over her mouth to catch the warm coppery liquid, the other clutching her sword. As the coughing subsided she reached once more into her pouch and her fingers shifted around searching. She could feel four more of the flowers left in the dark leather bag. Her hand removed them and she looked at Sevral and Yo'Von.

Not wanting to move from her place against the wall for fear of collapsing on the floor, she motioned for Sevral to come to her. Her hand extended for him to take the flowers as her mouth opened to speak to him, "You as well. Two, and two for Yo'Von." Keyra frowned slightly as she made a note to herself that once they were in the wilds of Herth, she needed to replenish her herbs. The only thing she had now were the little green leaves for burns and a couple of yellow flowers for poison, minor poisons. The green leaves would do her no good as the burns were too many and too extreme for the herb to be of any use to her. Even if she had any more of the purple flowers used to get rid of pain, it would have done nothing for her.

"I agree with Gavyn," Keyra started, taking a deep breath in order to continue, "We need a plan."

As the Gryphon had said, the air was stale with the smell of the enemy. Now that she was fully awake, she could hear the sounds of the men pounding across the deck far above them. She didn't know how long they were going to be able to stay hidden down in the bottom of the ship. Her mind was trying to figure a way out of their predicament as another cough filled her. Instinctively her hand reached up and as she pulled away, her gaze flicked down to her blood stained glove. However, what she spotted only made her heart jump and her fist clench tightly. Her eyes narrowed and she turned her head slightly to look to the mage. She disliked magic to begin with, but that dislike was only fueled by the pitch black streak she'd seen in her red blood. Whatever his shadow magic did, it wasn't in her favor she was sure. She had half a mind to turn and run her blade through him. Keyra stayed where she was, though, it would be a waste of energy to try to kill him. She would need every ounce she had to help them get off the enemies ship. Then she would kill the insolent mage.

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Von looked over his shoulder from Ocenia to V's still smoking form, she was laying very still and there was the smell of burnt leather emanating from her body. Apparently she wasn't lying about being shot on the strength to send them away from danger and their current location as well as the state of herself was all too much proof of that.
He caught the act of Keyra offering him the small flowers through Sevral's aid but Von had to refuse them, all he had was some broken ribs and that alone would not excuse him for such a need. He reached over and pulled V closer to him as her body was still somewhat hot to the touch and she didn't make a noise verify whether or not she was conscious, Von only looked back at Sevral as he received the flowers.. "Go ahead and keep them for someone else.." He said it blankly as if he just didn't want the help from either of them. He brought V's body up against his and moved his hand across her face, as if looking for some way to subvert her mask and peer behind. But he quickly stopped that pursuit and let her form rest across his bent knee as he tucked her arms to her sides.. "She burned herself out just from shifting us this far."
"I remember her being so much stronger since the last time we fought together.. I guess she has been strained as of late."


He kept her body close as the others tried their best to gain their bearings and it was good to see that all of them had made it out, albeit damaged but no worse for wear. It was good that Gavyn didn't loose his sense of humor in all of this, which Von was hoping still counted as his sense of humor or not some silent inner plea for help.
It wasn't long either that Gavyn spoke of making a plan for when all went to hell again and Keyra was quick to second such a motion.. "I agree with Gavyn, We need a plan."

But Von noticed that there was another body in the room, the same man from eairler who he thought was in a fight with Ocenia and it was obvious from her body language that Keyra was more then willing to finish off. The man had seen his own level of combat and he still bore many injuries from the rest of the group, his cloths lightly nipped with frostbite and the small lacerations also remained visible on his form. Von on the other hand knew it wasn't as easy as that to classify him but there was an eerie feeling of remembrance when he looked at the elven male.
But he had to speak out about him for the rest of the group.. "Don't worry about it now Keyra.. he's outlived his usefulness, Now he's even more expendable then we are." Von took another look at the man and could begin to realize just by his outfit who and what he was. "Well.. Ardnan" he kept a slight sigh in the back of his breath that stifled a laugh.."My how the great do love to fall, Don't tell me that you where contracted for this.. surely you could have found a better way to waste your own damn time."

Von sat V down next to Ocenia and made his way over by Keyra's side and began to support her side while setting her sword to the side. He was able to slide a barrel over for her to sit on and he realized that the barrel had the three notations on it that denoted a keg of powder, looking around he could tell now that this was stock for the ship and it was easy to understand why V dropped them there. This was easily the largest compartment on the ship with enough free space and the fact that she aimed it well enough so no one ended up in a wall was even better.
The whole room began to shift in weight and Von could feel the change in direction.. "We're going up.. He must be trying to find us or he is trying to catch the Wind Mire." He grabbed a lamp from the edge of the wall and used the flint match to light it before setting it on the hook. "Either way they aren't going to find us or the Wind Mire, This ship may be bigger but it wont even begin to match it in speed.. I would bet that Rioma has her pulled below the tree line or above the clouds." It was only a few moments after that before the sound of cannon fire could be heard wringing out again.

Leaving Keyra sitting at the wall Von made his way towards the door and began sliding the locks in place before returning to the group. "The fools are going to bring down the tower just to find us.."

He rubbed an arm across the side of his chest absentmindedly in an attempt to stave of whatever feeling he could receive from that location. But it was true that he and the others would need a plan before anything could be done, despite the fact that several of the enemies men have already fallen to either Von or the others. It was easy enough for him to think that there was far more for them to fight still seeing as the ship was frigate and the amount of man power used to successfully run one was vastly more then his own.
"Okay.. we have to destroy this ship and I think we already have what we need." Von motions as he picks his sword up off the floor and returns it to its sheath.

"I just don't know how we are going to get off this ship yet."

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The fear was overwhelming, sweltering within her body as her eyes stayed solely on the assassin who stated in the tower that his mission was to kill her. If she had still been in her other form and state of mind the fear would not have swelled up quite as quickly that it almost completely paralyzed her. But it was at this moment that Gavyn’s sun bathed skin and body moved into sight blocking her view of the assassin, calming the presence of terror till she relaxed. Her gaze glided over his body and noted all the injuries he had sustained himself just as he commented on her fighting. “I…” she glanced in Keyra and Sevral’s direction before returning her ocean-green gaze back to his golden hues.

Engulfed by his eyes, Ocenia almost didn’t feel the pain in her back as he adjusted her to wrap her own wound. The injury was deep, trying to mimic the hole that had been created when Sevral’s blade tore through her entire wing. Sweet justice, Ocenia thought as she relived the battle in her head. Her other half did not agree with her of course, but if she wouldn’t have harmed Keyra then everything would be fine, or so the princess thought.

Slow movement brought Ocenia away from her thoughts to notice that Keyra had excruciatingly made her way over to them with two small purple flowers in hand. "Take them, two each. They will ease whatever pain you're feeling," her voice came out soft and laced with pain. Then she reached out with trembling fingers to give the flowers to Ocenia’s protector. Tears filled the corner of her green opals as she turned her head back to Gavyn. The winged-vall was in worse shape than almost everyone and the princess was afraid to use her magic. She shouldn’t have been, it could heal the others, but with her display of frightening power it was hard for her to think of using that magic.

“You take them…” the princess placed her hand over Gavyn’s large rough labored hands and gave him a soft sweet smile. “You have more pain than I,” her voice was very soft as she then thanked the man for helping her out with her own wound. It was then that everyone started talking about making a plan before they did anything. She did notice Von as he placed V next to her, and more guilt wrapped itself around her as she took in the condition of the other woman. Even though it had cost her so much, she still listened to Von to help everyone out of their current situation.

“Adnan…” Ocenia had an idea suddenly as she turned her attention to Yo’ Von and the others as their captain voiced his concern of escaping the ship in one piece. It was true that they were in the one room that would blow the entire place up and escaping would be very difficult. The princess straightened her red skirt and shrugged the jacket back to its proper position, wincing at the soreness of her shoulder. “He has magic of invisibility… and magic with music.” She thought for a moment. “If he would be willing to help us, now that he has been discharged of trying to kill me, then we have a chance of escaping. Using that type of magic on all of us though with take a little magic tapping that he can use from me.” Her head was spinning as she thought quicker than her mouth could speak. “Setting up a long enough line to light we’ll sneak out with ourselves hidden, light the fire. With Adnan’s direction we should be able to escape the ship in time to avoid the blast.”

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It took just a few moments of playing for Adnan to realize his flute had no effect on the Vall before him. In fact, he noted, it looked as if it just amused her more than anything. Putting away the instrument, the man sighed a moment before she spoke. “You’ve been dulled to realize that music only works to call and calm those willing, a much stronger type of song is needed to take the will.”

Adnan was about to respond, to explain his actions and his knowledge when suddenly a sword came from behind the woman, the sharp blade spiraling towards them both, first penetrating the wings of the woman, and then proceeding onward into the man’s shoulder. The Elven man stumbled back in shock and pain as his hand clutched onto the blade that dug deep into him. Just touching the steel however put a cut in his palm as the blade was beyond sharp.

Quickly Adnan recovered. He had no time to remove the weapon, and knew that doing so could cause him to just bleed out, so he forced himself through the pain as the sharp weapon continued cutting with each movement. Adnan steadied himself just enough to withstand any more attacks the Vall might make, though instead it seemed she was totally focused on who he could now see was the owner of the sword, the man from earlier. Unfortunately it seemed that blunder wouldn’t fair well, as the Princess flung him into the same wall he’d forced the other woman into.

A massive blast tore through the entire structure as suddenly Adnan’s own ship had begun firing on the old fortress. Completely disregarding what was happening before him, Adnan knew he was safe as he’d just caught glimpse of a rather large man getting hurled into the Princess, knocking her out. The Elven man’s eyes locked with the one whom he had called Captain and called up rather harshly, “Hey, I’m still down here you insolent swine!” Adnan paused, awaiting a response, but what he heard wasn’t what he expected nor what he wanted.

"Ahh... Aye Adnan.. It appears will no longer be needed your services.. but don't worry our side of the contract was to end your anyway so I think this happenstance is rather poetic. More ironic in fact if you ask me anyway."

Adnan glared at the Captain, tempted even to call upon his magic and unleash hell, but instead simply replied with, "You will regret this captain. I will make it out of here and you shall have to always watch your back. You will fear the darkness, I swear it!"

Suddenly Adnan felt the swelling of magic around him. At first he’d assumed he was being attacked again, but then suddenly the whole world was black. The man was shocked at first, even as he appeared in what he instantly recognized as the cargo hold of his own ship, and looked around warily. It appeared like everyone besides himself and the other large man had landed upright, while the others were in varying stages of combat aftermath, from complete unconsciousness, to simply beaten and battered.

Immediately everyone around him had begun to converse, check on each other, but one such person caught his attention as the young blue haired Vall approached. Her words weren’t kind, but he didn’t expect much. "I should kill you were you stand, mage," she said.

Adnan nodded his respects and replied, "Maybe later, but right now I have to have a little "chat" with the captain." Adnan used airquotes and greatly emphasized the word chat, though immediately a stinging ran through him as the blade in his shoulder intruded further with his actions. The man winced and watched the woman treat her wounded comrades, listening to her words as she passed out flowers that could supposedly ease pain. The man frowned but thought nothing more of it.

Adnan glanced down at his right shoulder which held the ice dagger, and then to his left which held the man’s sword. Gritting his teeth, Adnan prepared himself for pulling the two weapons out and had to gather all his possible strength so that he wouldn’t cry out in pain. Once the job was done, Adnan threw the two weapons aside and allowed flames to catch on his hands again. Placing them to either shoulder, the mage quickly used the fire to cauterize his own wounds. A man then spoke up, and Adnan listened as his name was spoken. From the looks of it, this was the group’s leader. “Well... Adnan. My how the great do love to fall, don’t tell me that you where contracted for this... Surely you could have found a better way to waste your own damn time."

The man chuckled slightly and Adnan noted what he could’ve sworn was a bit of sarcasm. Had this been under any other circumstance, perhaps Adnan would’ve waged war on him, but this wasn’t the time. "Well,” he began, “it was good money and that is how I "waste my time.” Though that’s not the point. The point is now I will go and slowly kill the captain for his treachery.” Adnan took a moment and added the last part as more of an afterthought. “Oh, and you won’t have to worry about me trying to kill you. I'm no longer getting paid, so what’s the point?"

Adnan then noticed that that Vall that got hit by his fire/shadow tornado was coughing up black blood. He approached her and said quietly, "Here let me take a look at you." Adnan lifted her chin and felt her neck then continued, "Yeah, that’s bad... or well it’s what I intended it to do but, since you aren't my targets anymore...” The man paused, thinking, “Here just trust me a moment… My shadow magic should fix this." Adnan quickly produced his spell book and began thumbing through the pages until he found what he wanted. He then placed a hand on her throat and asked her to place her hand on his chest. "This might hurt but please when I tell you to, push all of that magic towards me."

Adnan shut his eyes a moment and concentrated his power to his hand, then began to pull the shadow magic out of the Valls body. He could do a good portion of it, but he would need her help. “Now!” he said as finally the difficult part came.

A surge of power hit Adnan, as the source of the magic, its roots so to speak, were stronger and more powerful than what festers. Besides being unable to pull it out himself, it unleashes excruciating amounts of pain when it does get forced out. Adnan barred his teeth and did his best to not scream with the pain until finally it was done. Sighing and taking several deep breaths to recollect himself, the man finally spoke. "Well you should be good,” he said between breaths, “but you will want to take a look at your own wounds."

"Okay.. We have to destroy this ship and I think we already have what we need." The leader of this group had said.

"Well I for one am going above deck to greet our friends.” Adnan said, “Anyone wish to come along and see what is going to happen to those foolish pirates?" Looking at his spell book again, Adnan turned a few more pages before placing his hand on his chest. He took a deep breath and concentrated, an enormous amount of energy now collecting around the room. “Rise shadows,” he said slowly, “converge on me…” Slowly the shadows around the room began to move, morph together into one amorphous blob that seemed to twist and breath before finally it began moving across the ground towards the man himself.

Adnan took in the shadows openly, though came forward slightly to let out a sickening blood filled cough. He was ready for it of course, as this spell required a small sacrifice, but that was nothing. After a moment the spell was finally finished, and no more shadows were present. Adnan looked up, a new glint in his eyes as he spoke. “Now,” he began, even with blood still coming from his mouth, “go and kill my enemies…” Suddenly the shadows began pouring from the man’s own body in a massive cloak. They wrapped themselves around him and flowed down easily in airy wisps and strands until they hit the floor and dissolved.

Adnan began walking forward, empowered with his spell that completely shrouded him in shadows and left him invisible to those he didn’t wish to see him. He didn’t bother checking the group behind him but proceeded onward. As the first of the pirates came into view at the stairs, his cloak snaked out. The shadowy magic slowly came up and forward like unholy tendrils and latched onto the man and his shadow, encasing him in his own sort of dark cloak. The pirate, unsuspecting until know began to scream and lash out at something he couldn’t touch nor see. Slowly the magic around him was eating away at him, melting his body, completely disintegrating him. Adnan smiled cruelly as he watched, then finally spoke as the last of the pirate disappeared and the shadows regrouped. “Now, isn’t that fun? They’re all going to die like this for crossing me… Quickly now, we must find the Captain.”

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Character Portrait: Von Dranosk Character Portrait: Gavyn Fynion Character Portrait: Sevral Character Portrait: Ocenia Character Portrait: Keyra Character Portrait: Dean Greenwood
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Sevral watched what happened next in a sort of detached state. He wasn't listening to anything anymore, but instead was still fuming in a way, and knew it best to simply stay quiet and not do too much, lest anger get the better of him. The last thing he wanted now was to have an outburst and start something else up, especially when their place of refuge was the pirate ship itself. Sevral knew it wouldn't take long for himself to calm, so until such times he remained silent, watching from his place like some child whom had just been chastised and forced to sulk in a corner. The feelings towards Ocenia and Adnan couldn't be put into action, because it simply wasn't fair, but Sevral still felt the need to hit one if not the other, and it sure wasn't going to be Ocenia. Besides, in a way the incident with so sword, though an accident, was sufficient. Not so much for the man however.

From his mind Sevral found himself dragged back into the real world, forced out of his shelter of thoughts as Keyra motioned to him. She seemed as though she refused to go any further, out of energy to do anything more. Sevral slowly stood and walked over, then took the flowers she offered. An odd feeling of remembrance came with the sight of the little plants, but the man couldn't find it in his memory. After tasting them, he immediately knew exactly why they seemed familiar. The bitter-sweet taste of them was just as overpowering the second time, but the man was grateful as moments later they took effect, though Sevral hadn't received too much damage, in fact what he sustained was nothing compared to the others.

Silently Sevral stood as Von approached and helped Keyra into a sitting position on a barrel, and he as well as the Captain seemed to notice the markings on the wood that meant the object was full of explosive powder. He nodded and turned to retrieve his weapons. He didn't bother looking to the mage as he gathered his sword from the floor, but instead passed him to the second blade across the room. The two weapons back in his possession were already calming him, though he did have the urge still to run it through the man, somehow he couldn't find it in himself to do so. The mixed blood smeared across his blades was good enough payback for him, so Sevral busied himself now with cleaning them while everyone else came up with a plan of escape.

"Adnan,"
Ocenia had said, “He has magic of invisibility… and magic with music. "If he would be willing to help us, now that he has been discharged of trying to kill me, then we have a chance of escaping. Using that type of magic on all of us though with take a little magic tapping that he can use from me. Setting up a long enough line to light we’ll sneak out with ourselves hidden, light the fire. With Adnan’s direction we should be able to escape the ship in time to avoid the blast.”

Sevral turned to the man and waited. It seemed though that after a moments pause, Adnan's only offering was simply purging Keyra of the black magic that infested her, and nothing else. While the mage was working, the swordsmith never took his eyes off him, wary of any more tricks against the woman, yet satisfied at the sight of seeing him in pain from the process. Sevral had shrugged almost as if the man's disregard to everyone else was fitting, as if he'd expected it, but then watched as Adnan spoke, his words cold as he began looking through his little spell book. "Well I for one am going above deck to greet our friends.” he had said, “Anyone wish to come along and see what is going to happen to those foolish pirates?"

Glancing around, Sevral watched as the man began to gather his power, summoning the shadows from all around. It was spectacular in a way, how powerful one person could be, and Sevral couldn't say that sometimes he was jealous of magic users. Their lives were so simple, they had so much control, but he still preferred his hard working life and years of practice over the simple leisurely life of spells. As the man dawned his shadowy cloak, Sevral glanced to the others now in question, then watched as Adnan left the room, apparently doing this not for them, but for his own sake. Finally he spoke.

"Well then," he said, "I suppose Adnan has the pirates taken care of, what shall we do?" He turned mostly to Von for this, though his eyes flicked back and forth to everyone else, mostly for inclusive reasons as he was never one to shut anyone else out.