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    Mythal Ragnos
    Mythal Ragnos

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    Lineage : Heir to Darkness
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    First Skill: Kami No Ken Sutairu O Taosu
    Second Skill: Kingdom Darkness Embodiment
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    Post by Mythal Ragnos 2nd October 2022, 3:02 pm

    LIGHT
    &
    DARK
    2158 words || @Serilda Sinclair || job info/job sign-up || short note here

    Well, this was gonna go some kind of way.

    Mythal sat down at the table, practically dropping into the wooden chair. As he did, the waitress that had escorted him up to the balcony handed him a menu and laid out a few more on the table itself. “Can I start you with something to drink?” she asked sweetly.

    “Whiskey, straight, thanks,” he ordered with a half-hearted smile as he briefly glanced at the menu before putting it down. The waitress finished writing down her note about the order and gave him a generous nod before heading back back to the bar.

    It had been a long time since Mythal had been to the Oak Inn. It had actually taken him some time to remember what had brought him in the first place, before he recalled that he and Seri had acted as guards and then detectives for an impromptu murder. It had created quite the troubling situation between the two of them and it had only been solved by swallowing down his pride and going to see Serilda. What had followed had been… quite the rigorous love making that had finally allowed them to address where they were in their budding relationship. It had been a big step for Mythal at the time. How ironic then that he was back here for someone else’s big step.

    Vriko had agreed to meet. At this point, she was painfully aware that her escape had been a sham excuse to let her go and have Gren tail her. In the end, the former Rune Knight had opted to tell her the truth from the beginning so as not to deceive her. She’d allowed him to stay around and over time, she had learned to trust him. He provided reports about her health and safety to Mythal and Serilda for a good portion of their time together. But in recent months, his reports hadn’t been coming as often -- mostly because he’d been actually training Vriko to harness the physical power she possessed. And to be fair, Mythal and Serilda had been otherwise engaged, what with their responsibilities with the Rune Knights being heightened due to the war. It had come as a shock when Vriko had popped up during the mission to O Palácio Flutuante, especially considering who she had partnered with. Gren had reached out first before they got the details, asking if Serilda and Mythal were available to meet not only himself but Vriko and Dorian.

    Of course, Vriko wanted nothing to do with going anywhere near their home. So Gren had chosen a fairly neutral ground for the meeting to take place. How combative Vriko was going to be was still to be determined. Mythal leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. Unfortunately Serilda was going to be late; the twins had left a bit of a mess to clean up and she had insisted that he go ahead of her and that she would follow along shortly. He would have felt much better with her there. But perhaps a little liquid courage would help him feel more grounded.

    The sound of footfalls on the stairs caught his attention and he turned, fully expecting to see the waitress with his drink. But instead he found Vriko ascending to his level, her crimson eyes falling upon his and narrowing slightly. She was dressed in her usual garb; the plated red and black armor and her sword canister strapped to her hip. She approached the table slowly, having paused at the top of the stairs to clearly reassess how committed she was to going through with her decision. She doubled down and came to a stop just before the edge of the table. “Mythal.”

    “Vriko,” he replied coolly before he gestured at the chair across from him. “Have a seat. Or don’t, I ain’t gonna tell ya what to do.”

    “Sure,” she replied, just as curtly. She took a step over and pulled the chair out, sliding down into it. She unhooked her canister and hung it over the corner of the chair before she leaned back. “Is your whor-..?” she started to say before closing her eyes and mentally lambasting herself. “Is your wife not coming?”

    “Seri will be here. She just had to take care of something with the twins,” Mythal explained. “How ‘bout Gren and Dorian?”

    “Gren had to go see someone named… Branwen. A friend of his, I think. And who the fuck cares where Dorian is,” Vriko stated, grumbling when it came to the former Souls member.

    “Branwen, yeah, he’s a former Knight as well.”

    A small bout of silence fell between the two of them, both averting their gazes and looking every which way. After a moment, Mythal cleared his throat. “So uh… you… look good?” he offered.

    “You mean in comparison to squatting in squalor or in prison garb?” she shot back, turning her head to look at him.

    “... yeah, I guess? Scourge was tellin’ me about seein’ you the other night. Apparently you got all gussied up.”

    “I was not gussied up!” she protested, slamming her fist on the table. After a moment, she took in a deep breath. “Sorry. Everything about that night was… ridiculous. I thought it was going to go one way and instead it went all sorts of fucking sideways.”

    “Yeah, I uh… heard. Being around Mercury and them can be a lot if you’re not prepared for it. She’s a good woman at heart; she just likes playin’ around.”

    “Being a whore, you mean,” Vriko corrected him. Footsteps on the stairs caught both their attention but they both relaxed again when they saw it was the waitress.

    She walked over and put Mythal’s glass down in front of him and then turned to Vriko. “Is there anything I can get for you?”

    “Uh… whatever he has, I guess,” she said with a shrug. The waitress nodded and headed back down the stairs. “How are the twins? I guess, my uh… nieces.”

    “Good. Almost a year old at this point. They’re quite the energetic pair,” he told her. “I’m sure they’d like to meet their aunt at some point.”

    “I don’t know about that.”

    “Why not?”

    “Because we’re not really like that, are we? We’re related by circumstance but we didn’t grow up together. I was told you were nothing more than a target; a man I was to defeat and bring back so you could fulfill your purpose. And you only met me because Archimedes followed through with that plan and then tripped at the fucking finish line. Then I still tried to…” she drifted off before she scoffed and shook her head. “The chances of us being anything more is slim to nothing, Mythal. Best to make peace with that now.”

    Mythal listened silently, staring at her as she protested. Once she had finished, he was quiet for a few moments more. “If that’s how ya feel,” he finally spoke, giving her a shrug. Who was he to argue? He wasn’t one to force connections or relationships if they weren’t going to happen. Even with all the evolving and maturing he had done thanks to Serilda, he still believed every person made their choice and it wasn’t his business to push that. He didn’t fully believe her; her tone wasn’t as sharp or harsh as it had been before. Gren had softened her up, that much was sure.

    Vriko glanced up at him and gave him a soft nod before she returned to waiting for her drink in silence. The waitress returned but alongside her was Gren and Dorian. Mythal rose to his feet to greet Gren, giving the large man a hug before shaking Dorian’s hand. “Everythin’ okay?”

    “Fine, fine. Just hadn’t checked in with Branwen in a minute. Plus I wanted to pick up some files from him,” Gren said, sitting himself at the head chair while Dorian moved around to sit next to Vriko.

    “You look lovely, linda,” Dorian addressed to Vriko.

    “It’s Vriko, dumbass,” she snapped at him.

    Gren chuckled. “Where’s Seri? Everything alright?”

    His answer would come in the form of a portal opening near them and Serilda stepping through. Gren would once more stand up and move over to hug the woman. “Serilda. You are glowing. How are my lovely grandchildren?” he asked her pleasantly.

    Dorian also stood and walked over to greet her. “It is a pleasure to see you again, my dear Field Marshall and in much pleasanter circumstances.”

    Once Serilda had finished her greetings and took her seat, everyone else would set themselves down. Vriko couldn’t quite bring her eyes up to meet Serilda’s and she shifted slightly in her seat so that she was closer to Gren. “Thank you for meetin’ us, guys,”  Gren said to Mythal and Serilda. “I know I’ve been a little secretive ‘bout all o’ this but I wanted to verify some things myself before bringin’ it to you.” He reached into his knapsack and withdrew the book that Vriko had taken from Genesis’ penthouse. “Some things have happened with Vriko -- things neither one of us can explain. I had a feelin’ it had somethin’ to do with Faera so I set out to try and find some clues. I reached out to Dorian to see if he had some ideas and he remembered somethin’ he’d heard Chishan mention before. Most of the information about the Prime Sins and Divines were kept by the Order and the Dread Masters but there was one thing that was taken from both of them centuries ago. This book is a set of tablets that were carved and etched by a man who had once been a vassal for one of the Divines. He served for a long time and as a reward for his time spent and dedication, he was gifted with the insight to perceive the Divines through the lens of absolute knowledge. He took down what he foresaw, wanting to provide details to humanity for their protection. But the other Divines forbid the knowledge be read. The man’s last acts was to lock the book with a special key and give it to the Order of Souls, asking that they protect the book. The key was given to the Dread Masters.”

    “Of course, both sides wanted both book and key. Eventually someone swiped both and hid them away. We had to look through tomes upon tomes of legends and stories before we even found a basic image of the book but once we had, Dorian knew he had seen it somewhere before. Turns out, he’d been to O Palácio Flutuante before its ownership change and on one of his tours of the previous owner’s penthouse, he had seen the book. That’s how he knew it was there. I had planned on tryin’ to get to it myself but Vriko insisted upon hearing Dorian’s… explanation of its owner's interests.” He glanced over at Vriko briefly before continuing. “Luckily, it seems this… Genesis didn’t feel the need to lock it away. It’s enchanted to resist every type of magic, the only means of openin’ it through the key.”

    “And you want us to help you find it?” Mythal asked.

    “No. I have it,” he interjected. “You probably don’t remember but when I retired from the Rune Knights, I was given several going away presents. My official gift from the Knights themselves was a small golden octagonal box that we had recovered from the ritual site where you were born, Mythal. When I had touched it, it had opened up but hadn’t done much else. We never found anything to connect to it so Branwen had gifted it to me, under the assumption that I would keep lookin’ into it. I only recalled the shape once we had the book in hand and even then, it took me a couple of days. Luckily it hadn’t been destroyed in the fire that burned our house down and I had gathered it with the rest of the survivin’ stuff.”

    “So… you’ve opened it then?” Mythal asked.

    Gren nodded. “Once we opened it up, it was like the information just placed itself in our heads. The knowledge translated straight into our minds exactly the answer we were looking for.”

    “And what, exactly, was the question you had?”

    “A few months ago, the Sons of Faera found us. They attacked where we were and very nearly killed everyone. I tried to intervene but one of the Immortal Thirteen was there. Right when I was about to be killed, Vriko interrupted and…” he trailed off for a moment. “She diffused the attack, turned it into butterflies. And Astri, the Immortal Thirteen member, she had… changed. Faera’s corruption was completely gone.”

    “What?” Mythal asked, leaning forward and looking completely surprised. “How?”

    “Because,” Gren continued. “It seems Vriko is the vessel for Faera’s original power. The Blessing of Love.”



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    Cillian duCrosse
    Cillian duCrosse

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    Post by Cillian duCrosse 2nd October 2022, 6:00 pm

    Even though my life hasn't been all that great

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    I have seen war, famine; witnessed the genocide. Have seen the changes in human nature and history, and I am still here, standing alone. Til the end, I will be there too. To witness the endless carnage, to live this harsh reality. Cause I have been cursed, Cursed with immortality.
    Much had been happening as of late, and Mercury had found herself ass deep in a world of research. Granted she was used to such a life anyway, given that was quite literally her entire job with her guild, but the current project was a bit more grim. Ever since Blade had revealed the relationship between his people and Vandrad’s, courtesy of Genesis, the pair had become all the more driven to understanding the strange essence that they had withdrawn from Maker’s blade. Unfortunately, short of venturing out among the stars themselves to hunt down the source as Maker once had, they simply were not finding any answers to help unlock the magic’s mysteries.

    The closest thing they could even relate it to was necromancy. They had poured over what information Silver Wolf had on the dark arts, but seeing as how necromancy was a magic prohibited in most societies, there was not much to go on. Mercury had resorted some time ago to putting out a notice through a number of hidden channels in hopes of enticing someone more familiar with the magic to meet with them. So far, none had reached out to her. She was starting to get frustrated, and it was showing. Mercury liked a mystery as much as any other scientist, and in any other circumstance it may not have been as much of a chore as it currently was. However, given that they were officially on a timeline to deal with Maker before Grubar took Genesis off world, there was some pressure to get answers sooner rather than later.

    She and Blade were currently in the library. Mercury was looking over a few texts that she had already flipped through before, hoping to find something that she had perhaps overlooked on her first readthrough and coming up with a whole lot of nothing. The Xocili was doing her best to keep herself focused and collected, but it was clear she was feeling vexed over the whole thing. Fortunately, she was momentarily distracted by her phone going off. The incoming phone number appeared to belong to the front desk of the guild. With a small sigh, Mercury connected the call inside her mind. “What’s up, Lyvia?”

    “There’s someone here, miss. He said he’s responding to an inquiry that was sent out by our guild, but he doesn’t have a contact name and he’s talking some weird gibberish. I’m not really sure what to do with him.”

    The Xocili frowned. “That’s odd. Did he give you a name, or any other information?”

    “Cillian duCrosse is his name. As for information, that was when he started to talk weird.”

    “Hm. What’s he look like?” While Mercury was certain that no one of any ill intent would have made it to the guild, she couldn’t help her paranoid nature. She had a lot of enemies at this point, and underestimating any of them could very easily be the last mistake she ever made.

    There was a pause on the other end as Lyvia took a moment to glance at the man. “Very tall and lean. I’d say wirey. Silver hair, red eyes… apparently not much of a fan of shirts.”

    Well, whoever this Cillian was, he didn’t sound like anyone she knew. Mercury supposed there was only one way to get answers. “Alright, I’ll head up and see what’s going on. Give me a minute.” Ending the call, she closed the tome and set it down on the table, turning to Blade. “I’ll be right back. There’s some weirdo at the desk I need to help Lyvia deal with. Shouldn’t be long.”

    Mercury made her way upstairs, sending out a few drones ahead of her to get a visual on the man beforehand. Cillian matched Lyvia’s description pretty aptly, though the attendant hadn’t really mentioned how attractive the man was. He was easily over six feet, though he stood slightly hunched over with his hands in his pockets, looking around with idle interest. His clothing was not at all appropriate for the snowy weather outside, the garments primarily yellow in color with some green and purple embellishments, wearing only a pair of pants and a midriff jacket that was unbuttoned, leaving his chest exposed. There was some armoring on the clothes, but only on one leg and one arm. What was perhaps the most interesting was the guild mark for Abyssal Fleet on his side. What reason would a dark mage have to be there? She observed him for a moment before shrugging and stepping into the room.

    Mercury approached the man with a smile. “Hello, sorry to keep you waiting. Lyvia told me you were looking for someone. It was Cillian, right?”

    He blinked at her, coming out of whatever thought was going on in his head. “Oh, hey there. Yeah, my name is Cillian. I’m responding to a request from Silver Wolf, but uh… there wasn’t any contact listed on the note.”

    “That is known to happen from time to time. Sometimes our members have to protect their identities, especially if they are looking into something that isn’t exactly legal. Were there any instructions on the document you received?”

    The lanky man reached up and scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “Yeah, there was some kind of phrase on it I was supposed to use, but I kind of forgot it… and I accidentally left the message on my ship… It was something about a bird… ‘The pigeon pecks…’ Hm, no that’s not it. An owl? A hawk?”

    Mercury could only stare at the man, drawing as much of a blank with helping him as Lyvia had while he was once more wrapped up in his own mind trying to remember whatever was on the instructions. The Xocili chanced a look over at the receptionist, who twirled her finger near her forehead in the Earthland gesture for calling someone crazy.

    “AH-HA!” Cillian exclaimed, causing Mercury to quickly snap her attention back to him with wide eyes. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to have noticed her sharing a silent conversation about him behind his back. “It was a crow. ‘The crow screams at’... something. The moon, maybe?”

    The Xocili froze. “The crow screams at dusk?”

    He snapped his fingers at her. “That’s it! Were you the one who sent the message?”

    She couldn’t help but stare at him, elated to realize who he was and why he had come but also shocked and caught by surprise. This weird, and weirdly attractive, pirate was a necromancer? Shaking herself from her reverie, Mercury slipped a smile back on and offered him an eager hand to shake. “Yes, it was me. A pleasure to meet you, handsome. My name is Mercury. You really could not have had better timing.”

    “Oh. Really? That’s new. My timing is almost always terrible, or so my friends tell me.” He took the proffered hand, giving it a polite shake. “But it sounded like you really needed some help, and I don’t see requests like this very often. What are you looking for? Contact with a spirit? Raising a corpse?”

    “Oh no no, nothing like that. Actually a friend of mine and I are doing some research and… you know what, we really should just discuss all this together in private. Please follow me.”

    “Okee doke.”

    Mercury led the way out of the lobby, giving Lyvia a wave to let her know that she had everything in hand. When she finally returned to the library, she brought Cillian into the private study room where she and Blade had been doing their research, shutting the door behind them. “Blade, this is Cillian duCrosse. He’s a necromancer, responding to that notice I sent out months back. Cillian, this is Blade.”

    Cillian smiled and waved to the other man. “Hey-o! Nice to meet you.”
    I figure that if I live long enough, something good might happen.


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    Vandrad Ragnos
    Vandrad Ragnos

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos 2nd October 2022, 6:53 pm

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
    Meetings Abound RJtajUnz_o


    "Keep. Your. Guard up!”

    Vandrad rushed forward and slammed his fist into Saffron’s protective arm, the sound of his flesh meeting her metal reverberating briefly. Then she was driven back and Vandrad landed on his feet, taking a half-defensive stance but dropping his arms to his sides. The former prince was in his usual training outfit; a tight-fitting black tank-top and a matching pair of shorts. Sweat covered his exposed flesh and he let out a smooth breath from his mouth as he collected himself. He was currently in his Cobalt Grade Empowerment but his aura had been pulled within himself, the light blue color of his hair and eyes calm in comparison to the raging flames that usually adorned such form. With the aura filtered inside of himself, it greatly increased his physical attributes -- a new ability that Scourge had helped him master, much to the former prince’s chagrin.

    It also provided him ample ability to properly train Saffron with overwhelming power. "Good,” he said as his eyes flicked back to her. "That arm of yours provides a unique defensive measure when it comes to combat. Its durability is far greater than most human bodies and, as such, can be utilized as a shield. With the adjustments Mercury and I have made to it, it also can siphon off the damage into your body, allowing you to utilize the force to buffer your own strength.” Saffron had been his student for quite some time now and he’d slowly worked her power up from being completely unknown to the Bosco woman adept enough to use it when she needed it. Mercury and himself had made plenty of adjustments to her arm over that time period as well, using their unique knowledge to give it upgrades that rose far beyond the scope of Earthland’s technology.

    But she hadn’t quite gotten to the point of being able to fight him on his level. Granted, he had only just recently accessed what he considered his peak grade and even then, he was sure he could find an evolution in it given time and training. Thus far, Saffron had only felt comfortable fighting him at his Gold Grade without being overwhelmed. Vandrad wanted to help her grow and evolve and there was no denying that she had. It was a process but one that he was happy to partake in.

    He closed his eyes and his Empowerment changed. The blue faded away and was consumed by red, all of the cobalt features becoming a blood red color. As the rubies in his eyes reopened, he set his attention on Saffron once more. "We’ll spar at this level today. I know it’s just above where we’ve been training but you won’t grow if you don’t take on tougher challenges. And you’re ready. Let’s get your body refocused to this level of power and then we’ll give it a go. Prepare yourself!” His arms snapped up, in a ready position. It was the only warning he would give her -- the only one he ever gave her.

    He exploded out of his spot, his arm rearing back and ready to come crashing into that mechanical arm of hers. But before he could even begin to start moving his arm forward, a body materialized in front of him.

    Scourge appeared out of thin air, his body taking form in a flash of rushing air and ethernano. He’d locked onto Vandrad’s location and was hoping to catch him by surprise, as he always hoped. Only this time, it was the former Dread Master that would be surprised, his head turning ever so slightly to see Vandrad coming at him, arm cocked and ready to release. And indeed, the former prince’s synapses had already translated the message to throw the punch and so his arm snapped forward, now more in line with Scourge’s face.

    “What the…?” Scourge managed to get out before he had to react. His head and upper body jerked backwards, just barely dodging out of the way of Vandrad’s fist. His feet pushed off from the ground so that he took a large leap backwards, landing several feet away from Vandrad and Saffron before planting his feet.

    Vandrad powered down in a flash of light, adjusting his landing so that he came to rest just next to Saffron without hitting her. "Scourge?! What in the hell are you doing here?!” he demanded.

    “Me?! I was coming to check up on you and here you are, trying to knock my head off. By all the gods, I didn’t do anything. Or at least, I don’t believe I did anything,” Scourge shot right back.

    "That’s not the point!” Vandrad returned. "You can’t just teleport yourself to wherever I am without warning. Everyone else you can give a fair distance to but you always arrive practically on top of me!”

    Scourge waved him off. “Oh you should be so lucky, Vandrad.” Putting his hands on his hips, he looked around the room. “You’ve made some improvements since last I was here. Color me impressed.” His scanning eyes came back to Vandrad… only to shift slightly over to the blonde woman standing next to him. “Oh, I thought you were alone. My apologies, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

    "You’re apologizing to her but not me?” the former prince sneered.

    “Naturally. Next time you look that good in a training outfit and maybe I will apologize to you.”

    Vandrad scoffed and rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Saffron, this is Scourge. An insufferable oaf whose only benefit is that he has some insight on our shared magics.”

    Scourge chuckled. “That’s a humorous way of saying I’m better at your own magics than you are,” he teased the former prince as he strode forward and offered a hand to Saffron. “Saffron he said, correct? As I recall, you were helping search for Vandrad and Mercury when they had gone missing. A true misfortune that our paths never crossed.” There was a playful glimmer in his eye and his smirk. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”






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    Serilda Sinclair
    Serilda Sinclair

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    Post by Serilda Sinclair 2nd October 2022, 7:27 pm

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    Conviction never shames nor condemns us.
    It calls us back to who we truly are.
    By the time Serilda arrived at the dinner everyone else had already gathered. She opened a portal into the restaurant where they had agreed to meet and it didn’t take more than a quick glance to see the others already seated. Serilda approached the group with an apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry I’m late, everyone.” She gave Gren a familiar hug when he stood up to approach her, a wry smirk overtaking her face as he complimented her. “If I’m glowing it’s only because I’m fresh out of the shower. Alexia is an adorable little ball of mischief, as she always is. Naomi has a small fever, though, poor thing. She made a little bit of a mess on me right before we were getting ready to leave. We gave her some medication and she seemed to be feeling better by the time I left, though I admit Julian had to coax me out of the door. It’s always hard to leave when one of them isn’t feeling well.”

    Dorian also stood and greeted her, and Serilda’s smile returned. “Dorian, it’s so good to see you. I was relieved to hear you were alive and well. I know Chishan was worried about you.” She gave him a firm but friendly handshake.

    As she returned to the table with the men, Serilda didn’t make any effort to avoid looking at Mythal’s sister, though the woman seemed hesitant to meet her gaze. It was understandable that there would be some tension between them, but while the noblewoman certainly wasn’t about to be as friendly and familiar with the other woman as she was with Gren and Dorian, she also wasn’t about to turn her nose up at her or go out of her way to make things more awkward than they needed to be. “It’s good to see you, too, Vriko,” Serilda said as she sat next to Mythal. “I am glad you were willing to come tonight.” If she noticed Vriko scooting a bit away from her, she didn’t make any indication of it.

    Gren elected to get things started, thanking them for coming to meet and admitting that he had been a bit vague with the details of what had been going on lately, but only in the interest of making sure he had all the facts straight. He explained that there had been developments with Vriko recently that neither of them had answers to, though the former Rune Knight had a feeling it was related to Faera. It was that mindset that had prompted him to reach out to Dorian, hoping he could provide some insight that might send him in the right direction. Much of the stuff about the Sins and Divines had been kept by the two, now in shambles, shadow organizations, but one artifact of interest had been stolen some time ago: the odd looking book that Gren had set on the table.

    Serilda frowned in thought, studying the strange tome without picking it up, even as she continued to listen to Gren’s story. He described the history of the book as being written by a prior vassal of a Divine that was given a blessing of wisdom and knowledge in honor of his loyalty. He wanted to put everything to word to help humanity, but that did not sit too well with the other Divines. Ultimately, he completed the book and enchanted it with a special lock that could only ever be opened with the corresponding key, giving one to the Order of Souls and one to the Dread Masters. The Voidwalker raised a brow, curious over the choice, but did not interrupt.

    Both sides, unsurprisingly, attempted to gain possession of both pieces only for both to be stolen from under their noses by an unknown third party. It took an immense amount of research to even find a description of the book, but eventually they had and it was Dorian that had recalled seeing it at the Palace before Genesis had taken over. This, in turn, led into the events of Dorian and Vriko being there the same night that Mercury, Scourge, Ruzatz, and Agatha had gone to confront the homunculus.

    When Mythal asked if they were looking for help finding the key, Gren admitted they already had it. It was something Gren had already owned for some time, and was one of the few things that hadn’t been lost in the fire that had killed him so many years ago. He confirmed they had already opened it, and when they had the information in the book was magically deposited into their minds, answering the question they had been asking. Mythal prompted for more information, and Gren first provided a little context. The moment he mentioned that they had been attacked by the Sons of Faera, Serilda sat up straight in her seat, a heavy frown of concern on her face as she leaned forward to give her full attention.

    The attack had been moderately successful, the Sons hurting a lot of people in the area while Gren attempted to fend them off, but it wasn’t just any members of the Sons there; one of them was a member of the Immortal Thirteen. In fact, the only reason Gren hadn’t been killed was because Vriko had shown up and somehow miraculously negated the attack, transmuting the energy into butterflies, of all things. As a result, Astri – the member of the Thirteen – had been cleansed of Faera’s corruption. Mythal questioned how that was possible, and it was then that Gren revealed it was because Vriko was also a vessel for Faera.

    Serilda gaze flicked curiously back and forth between Vriko and Gren. “Her ‘original’ power… I presume you mean from before she was corrupted by Kingdom Darkness?” Assuming one of them confirmed that, she would sit back and share a thoughtful glance with Mythal. “So all this time you were both vessels… but because Faera’s current form isn’t compatible with Vriko’s body, Faera and Archimedes assumed the second ritual hadn’t been successful.”

    It was clear she was at a loss for words. Thankfully, the waitress took that moment to show up again, providing Gren and Dorian their drinks and asking Serilda what she wanted. The noblewoman ordered a glass of wine, her thoughts returning to the situation at hand as the woman left once more. “Wow, so you actually have magic, then.” She looked over to Vriko once more, her expression thoughtful. “I imagine that’s been… an adjustment. In the interest of not making assumptions, I guess I’ll ask if we should be looking at this as a positive thing, or something to be concerned about? The ability to purify Faera’s corruption sounds like a real boon, but given your desire to separate yourself from all of this, I imagine you may not view it as much of a blessing. Did the book give you any more information..?”

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    Post by Xavier Clarent 2nd October 2022, 7:34 pm



    Hosrius Camnus "The Dark Angel"
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    Blade was doing better than he had been before. The news about his people and their possible connection to the people of Rhaegar had been a tough pill to swallow, so to speak. Throughout the entirety of his journey in hunting Maker, he’d come across plenty of surprises and shocks, the very existence of Genesis being one of the larger ones. But all of the information that the homunculus had provided had been ground leveling, making the lone survivor very aware of how little he truly knew. It had been a humbling experience and then on top of it all, he’d been told that the origin of his people, his world and the calamity that had been brought upon it may have been brought on by someone from a different place altogether.

    He’d learned a little about the Rhaegarians in his time on Earthland. Mercury was very open about them, with the permission of her future husband and his family. Like them, his origin was beyond the scope of the planet, though it seemed his family came from an entirely different dimension. There was still more to unpack and learn but the similarities to the archaic foundations of his people and the Rhaegarians was striking. Most people who met him had made at least some comment about the way he resembled Vandrad, after all. And it wasn’t the fact that it was the Rhaegarians that he could be connected to -- if their path of existence was brought on by another, then that simply was just how it was. It was the fact that it surrounded something that was considered dark; something that had split his people’s beliefs enough to fight a silent war and one that had led his brother down an even more terrible path than the one he’d already been on.

    He was still pensive over the matter but he wasn’t as distant. A large part of that had come from Mercury, who had gone out of her way to check in with him. Despite only spending a short few months together, he felt he had found a reliable ally and friend in the Xocili -- a woman that greatly understood his position on a personal level. Her consideration and compassion had helped the brunt of their discoveries rest a little easier after the initial hit. And diving back into research had also provided a helpful distraction. Soon enough he was back to his usual calm, unexcitable self, even despite their lack of progress. The only clue that had sparked any kind of hope had been in the practice of necromancy -- an illegal, taboo magic that revolved around worshiping and oftentimes utilizing the power of the dead. Mercury had sent out a call months prior in hopes of finding someone willing to come forward and offer some insight. But none had presented themselves to date.

    And now they had a small time frame in which to work. As such, as they often did, they were in the library of Silver Wolf, pouring over books that they had already looked over several times before. It was clear that Mercury was lost in thought, practically flipping the same page over and over again as she worked the problem in her mind. Blade glanced over at her, seeing how flummoxed she was and knowing exactly how she felt.

    As he looked at her, he wondered if perhaps a break was in order? They had been running non-stop, with only breaks for drinking, eating and, at least for her, going to see loved ones. Other than that, they had been nose-deep in tomes and scrolls. The Norwana people of Norkan IV believed that to truly embrace a problem and overcome it, the mind must be left to tend to itself while the body and spirit were otherwise distracted. For the Norwana, that usually involved some kind of sexual act. And in truth, Blade was… greatly considering suggesting something along those lines. He’d finally begun to pick up on her flirtations as just that, rather than playful, friendly banter. There was also a definite sexual tension between them, or so he believed. He’d believed such an interaction impossible given her engagement but if there was one amusing illumination that came out of their mission to find Genesis, it was that Mercury’s relationship did not abide by the usual rules of engagement.

    So there really was no need to be hesitant and not ask her. He was just about to open his mouth to start formulating the suggestion when she closed her book and said that she had to take care of something up at the desk, some strange fellow. He nodded in understanding. “I will be here, wondering if I crush my head between these tomes if it won’t force the answers into my skull.” He’d grown comfortable enough around Mercury to make jokes, though his tone never truly matched his playful words. He went back to reading through the words and completely lost track of the time as the sentences blurred together.

    After some time, he truly was not sure how long, Mercury returned and in tow was a tall, scraggly looking man with snow-white hair, red eyes and clothes nowhere near appropriate for the cold outside. As the Xocili closed the door behind them, she turned to Blade and introduced him to the man called Cillian duCrosse. He had come in response to the notice she had sent out and it was clear she meant the one concerning necromancy. Blade rose from his seat. “Cillian, it is a pleasure to meet you,” he said, coming around the table. “So you’re here because you practice the magical art of necromancy, no?”

    Once Cillian had confirmed that, Blade shot a glance to Mercury before he continued. “We are unsure if what we are dealing with is related to necromancy or not. But it is the only power in a vein that seems similar. We’ve read extensively about necromancy but would you mind providing some first-hand details?”

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    Post by Saffron Remington 3rd October 2022, 12:22 pm



    COME AT ME AND YOU'LL SEE
    I'M MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE

    --- YOU THINK THAT YOU'LL BREAK ME, YOU'RE GONNA FIND IN TIME ---
    “No shit, old man.”

    As always, despite her words, Saffron wasn’t attempting to be flippant or disrespectful to her mentor. But in the little over a year span in which she had started working with Vandrad, not a day had gone by where she’d didn’t have to get through training without some kind of steady stream of mild, insincere complaints. It was simply her coping mechanism when it came to receiving just about any kind of education, though when push came to shove she almost never slacked or gave up. Saffron actually really enjoyed working out, even with Vandrad. She liked that he pushed her and helped her understand and shape her abilities, but that didn’t make training with him easy. If anything, it was the opposite.

    And if Vandrad normally hit her hard every other day of the week, then this was going to hurt. Normally he only went up against her in his golden form of empowerment, which had at one time been difficult for her to go up against, though these days she was finding it less of a struggle. It was a sure sign of how far she’d grown under his tutelage, though for him it was still like fighting with one hand tied behind his back. Today, however, they were running a few special tests on the upgrades he and Mercury had recently made to her mechanical arm, and the former prince had elected to run the tests in his blue form, which was currently his strongest one. She’d never taken a hit from him at that strength before, and while she had no pain receptors in the synthetic limb that didn’t mean that she wouldn’t feel the attack throughout her entire body.

    She stood fully braced, her robotic arm out in a high guard over her head and being supported by her flesh arm with her hand gripping her wrist tightly from the back. Her booted feet were planted with a slightly forward stance in anticipation of needing to compensate for the blow that was surely about to knock her backward. The blonde wore a tight pair of spandex shorts with orange trim and an orange sports bra, her attire for the session more concerned with comfort and ease of maneuverability rather than fashion. Gritting her teeth, Saffron forced her body to obey her order to stay in place as Vandrad rushed her, his fist slamming into her metal forearm and sending her skidding back along the training room floor.

    Somehow she managed to stay upright, the limb channeling the kinetic force of his attack and conducting it back to the rest of her body in a controlled output. Since they were primarily testing the upgrades and the durability of the limb – and because Saffron wasn’t sure she could handle channeling the massive amounts of energy she would have received from him in that form – she had optimized the settings to not transfer the full weight of the energy to her. Rather, it funnelled a controllable amount to her while the rest was stored in a temporary reserve chamber. As she straightened and shook out her arm, her bicep and shoulder still feeling numb from the blow, he commented on the success of the test and the benefits she received from the arm. “Yeah, this is definitely gonna be a game changer. Honestly if I weren’t so attached to my body I’d seriously consider just swapping out all my limbs at this point.”

    With that test out of the way, it seemed Vandrad was ready to commence with more traditional training. He lowered his empowerment, but not to the golden form. Rather, he lowered it to the form above that, the crimson one, informing her that he felt she was ready to step things up to the next level. “It’s like you want me to hurt today,” the blonde groaned, though she wasted no time dropping herself down into a ready stance. If she had learned anything during her time with the Fairy Tail ace, it was that he didn’t usually wait long after the meager warnings he gave before he was on the move. And sure enough, he kicked forward toward her at a much faster speed than she was used to, arm cocked back and ready to fly. Saffron read his body movements as well as she could, adjusting her position to greet him with an optimal stance and ready to accept a few of his attacks so she could get a read on his current level of power.

    Before he could land a hit, however, a body materialized between them. Immediately, Vandrad was gone from her mind as her military training took over, both of them switching to turn their focus to the newcomer, though Vandrad was much quicker than she was. The tall man barely had a chance to react before he deftly leapt out of the way, narrowly avoiding the fist coming for his face. The only reason Saffron didn’t follow suit was because Vandrad powered down completely after that, coming to a stop beside her to address this guy that he apparently knew. The name Scourge was familiar, though it took her a second to place it since the former Dread Master didn’t exactly come up very often in conversation with Saffron. As the two men slipped into a brief heated exchange over personal boundaries, Saffron rolled her eyes and picked up her water bottle, using the interruption as an excuse to hydrate even as she watched the back and forth with comical patience.

    Eventually, Scourge finally stopped talking long enough to realize there was someone else in the room. Saffron’s expectant gaze met his in a mixture of boredom and amusement, the momentary silence filled by the sound of her straw coming up dry as she polished off what was left in her bottle. “Sup bruh?”

    The man blinked at her and apologized, stating that he’d thought Vandrad was by himself. When the former prince complained that Saffron was the only one to receive an apology, Scourge stated it was only because Saffron’s outfit was more appealing. She raised a brow, amused but not necessarily impressed or moved by the compliment. Vandrad finally gave Scourge a formal introduction, stating the man’s only use was having knowledge and personal experience with Energy Monarch. Scourge took the insult in stride, as most people who had dedicated themselves to being a regular part of Vandrad’s life did, humoring that the shorter man was only sour that Scourge was supposedly the more skilled user.

    Still eying him as he approached, she slowly accepted his hand with her mechanical one, giving it a shake. “So have those lines ever actually worked on a woman for you before, or do you just keep trying and hope  statistics will eventually do you a solid?” Saffron gave him a wry smirk. “Yeah, I was the one that realized he was missing. Or at least, after you had already come and gone. I’m just going to assume at this point that trespassing is just your calling card.”

    She turned to Vandrad. “So do I need to leave you two ladies alone for a moment, or is he one of those guys that can’t get it up without an audience to stroke his ego? Cause I’ll stay if I have to, but there will be heckling.”
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    Post by Mythal Ragnos 3rd October 2022, 1:58 pm

    LIGHT
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    Gren chuckled as Serilda explained why she was more than likely ‘glowing’. Apparently Naomi was feeling a bit sick and had caused a bit of a mess, requiring Serilda to stay behind. And she had only followed through with coming after Julian had pretty much pushed her out the door. “Ah, that’s understandable. First time Mythal caught a cold, I was ‘bout ready to tear my own hair out out of worry. But they always bounce back. I’ll have to make some time to come over and see how she’s doin’”

    Dorian was able to laugh himself, though a bit out of shame. “Yes, he was quite upset that I had been difícil entrar em contato. I was laying low for quite some time -- I only responded to Gren because he came and found me, the mula teimosa. But I made sure to reach out and let him know I was fine. He had several choice words for me, understandably.”

    It seemed that Serilda had no intention of letting there be silence between herself and Vriko. The Field Marshall didn’t want there to be any kind of awkwardness on top of what was already permeating the air around the wild woman and she greeted her kindly, stating that she was glad that she had been willing to come tonight. “Y-Yeah. You too. The willing to come…part,” she attempted to clarify, not wanting to be too friendly but not wanting to be outright rude. Normally she wouldn’t care but given how Gren had been helping her along and had arranged the entire meeting, it would be a bad first look to come out swinging with insults and passive aggressive comments.

    With their greetings out of the way, Gren took to explaining why he had believed it was time for them to meet. He took out the record book, letting everyone look at it in full as he explained a bit of what led to its creation and their hunt for it. In the midst of the explanation, the former Knight let slip about the attack on the village they had been staying in -- a detail that he hadn’t told either Serilda or Mythal, if only due to lack of time. The look on their faces told the message of how concerned they were about it but they remained silent as Gren outlined what had happened. The attack had failed, due to Vriko awakening a power within her that the former Knight explained was called the Blessing of Love. It seemed that Vriko had been born a vessel; just not one that she had expected.

    Serilda asked for clarification, if he meant the power that Faera had once possessed before her internment in Kingdom Darkness. Gren nodded. “Each Divine and Prime Sin harbors a power that is alike to our magics but far greater, depending on their position. As the Absolute Divine of Love, Faera once possessed the Blessing of Love. During her corruption, it was most likely eroded away and parts of it were hidden within the ranking powers of her angels. Mythal was brought into the world to be a vessel for Faera’s existence and when that failed, they hoped to repeat the process with Vriko. It seemed the Blessin’ had other ideas.”

    They brought their conversation to a pause as the waitress returned, bringing along other ordered drinks and taking Serilda’s order as well. It gave everyone a chance to sit with the information until they were alone once more. The Field Marshall turned her gaze to Vriko and stated quite frankly that it seemed she did, in fact, have magic. She understood that it probably took some adjusting but turned her focus on the question of whether the Blessing was a positive aspect or one they should be concerned about. It sounded like a great tool, being able to wipe out Faera’s corruption but considering Vriko’s stance with everything involving Faera and them, she couldn’t imagine the wild woman was too thrilled. Vriko didn’t speak, glancing up to meet Serilda’s eyes briefly before looking down at the table.

    “There’s more, unfortunately,” Gren said.

    “The ‘unfortunately’ doesn’t bode well,” Dorian observed as he sipped his drink.

    “As I said, the Divines and Sins have their own elevated form of magic. It was born out of their immortal, intensely powerful forms. It’s not meant to be in the hands of humans. The book explained that should Vriko continue to use the magic too much without consideration, it would destroy her body. But that isn’t to say it’s a life sentence; her body and spirit can be trained to handle the strain and allow her to use it sparingly. Problem is, I don’t… really know who can train her. My first thought was Ruzatz and after reachin’ out to him, he told me about that other woman, Kessicia. She apparently had also been given the ability to use a portion of his power; the Curse of Lust. He told me a bit of how it had ravaged her and that only in her dyin’ had she been set free of its hold. Now I ain’t suggestin’ anythin’ crazy like that but…”

    “I don’t want to be part of this stupid fight,” Vriko finally spoke up, cutting off Gren. “I spent years being honed as some kind of tool, a weapon, for Archimedes and our bitch of a mother’s interests. They tried to tell me I was special while all still making sure I understood that I was nothing more than a lackey, a pawn.” She turned her gaze to Mythal. “It made me despise you, how they put you up on a pedestal as some kind of prize. Even in your rebellion, you proved yourself stronger and better than I ever was or so they said. All I wanted was to kill you and prove myself.”

    She paused, her lips trembling in anger. She glanced away briefly. “But that was wrong. You didn’t do anything except fight back and they spun it to twist me around. Even after that bastard left me for dead, I still blamed you. That was wrong too and I…” she closed her eyes to collect herself before turning to look at Mythal and Serilda and taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I’ve done a bunch of bad shit to both of you and I shouldn’t have. I’m not making excuses, I own my responsibilities in my actions but I wanted you to know that I… I’m sorry.”

    Gren reached over and put a hand on her back, gently rubbing it. She glanced at him briefly before continuing. “I don’t want to be part of this but I have to be. I can pretend that I can go on living without having to interfere but it’s bullshit. Faera is going to want to hurt you, hurt me and everyone else here. And no amount of shoving my face in the ground is going to change that. But maybe this… Blessing… can. And if I can help bring it to an end, then we can all move on with our lives. So… there.” With her speak finished, she gave a small shrug and crossed her arms once more.

    “As you can see, Vriko has made huge strides. She’s really put in a lot of work on herself these past couple of months,” Gren said, practically beaming with pride.

    “Shove it, geezer. You’re still not forgiven for your stupid love triangle bullshit.”

    Mythal’s brow furrowed. “Love triangle?”

    “There is something else the book shared, though it seems it was only with me. The book told me of a living weapon that could be used to not only kill Faera but take her power and make sure no other being can rise to her position. In fact, this weapon could wipe out every single one of the Divines and Sins. A man made creation that some in the pantheon have superstitiously named ‘Ataxia’s Vengeance’. I believe we know it as the Ark; the magic that Vandrad and Scourge use.”

    “Wait a moment, your son and that mostrar have access to the Ark?” Dorian asked. “Meu Deus this is getting complicated, no?”

    “Is there any reason they call it that? Ataxia’s Vengeance?” Mythal questioned.

    “The book didn’t tell us. But based on everythin’ we know, I think it’s just the gods and demons bein’ concerned about punishment for what they did to Ataxia. Righteous vengeance and all that. Whatever the case, if Vriko and Vandrad have the means to help push the fight against Faera to our advantage, I think we need to take it. Obviously not without them agreein’. But before all that, we need to find someone that can train them appropriately and safely.” Gren glanced around the table. “I figured if anyone had ideas, it would be you all.”



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    Post by Cillian duCrosse 9th October 2022, 4:22 pm

    Even though my life hasn't been all that great

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    I have seen war, famine; witnessed the genocide. Have seen the changes in human nature and history, and I am still here, standing alone. Til the end, I will be there too. To witness the endless carnage, to live this harsh reality. Cause I have been cursed, Cursed with immortality.
    Cillian so far was not even remotely what Mercury had been expecting. All the times she envisioned a necromancer answering her call, she figured it would be some dark hooded figure that was sinister and maybe a bit cracked in the head. And to be fair, this guy did seem like he was a couple marbles short of a mancala board, but he had an air about him that was genuinely friendly and laid back. Hardly the type of individual that one would suspect to be a dark mage. He gave Blade a cordial greeting as the alien stood and came around the desk, asking about his claimed skillset. “Yep! For pretty much my entire life.”

    Blade explained to him that he and Mercury were in the midst of studying something that they suspected was related to necromancy, though perhaps not directly within the field itself. But it was close enough that they had spent quite a bit of time reading through just about every text they could get their hands on regarding the subject, only to come up short of answers. Cillian scratched the back of his head, leaving Mercury momentarily distracted as his jacket opened up a bit and his abs – all eight of them – were on full display for a second or two. “Well, it’s a pretty detailed field, and not always the easiest to explain. Every mage can handle the magic a bit differently, but the end result is always the same: namely taking the body of a deceased person or creature and bringing it back to life, whether temporarily or semi-permanently. I say semi because most undead creatures can be killed again through the use of the right weapons or magic.”

    “Most necromancers are only capable of re-animating a corpse, meaning the creature is technically alive and has enough intelligence to understand and obey its master, but not much else goes on up top.” He tapped his temple meaningfully. “My undead are a bit different, though. I have the ability to communicate with the dead, and I’m capable of summoning spirits. So I can do more than simply give a corpse basic motor functions. If I have access to a corpse, I can summon the soul of the creature the body belonged to and put the spirit back in its body, so it regains its intelligence, memories, even the magic it possessed in life, if it had any. So what I do is a bit closer to actually bringing someone back to life. I can also form magical contracts with my undead. Kinda like how a celestial wizard can form contracts with their celestial creatures. Actually, I also have a contract with a regular Zodiac spirit, too.”

    Mercury sat on the edge of the desk as she listened, her arms crossed comfortably over her chest while she did her best to ignore his chest and stay focused. “That’s fascinating. I always assumed the process was fairly streamlined for every necromancer. How long have you been able to do this?”

    “Uhhh, let’s see… I made my first zombie when I was fourteen… I don’t really remember my exact age, but it’s been over four hundred years.”

    The Xocili raised a brow, surprised though not necessarily floored. Her species was rather long lived so it wasn’t unheard of for her to come across other people in the galaxy that had lived for centuries or longer. However, it wasn’t exactly the norm on Earthland. Humans, for the most part, got about a century at most without the aid of very rare and powerful magics. “That’s a long time… I have to ask: Are you not human?”

    “Oh no, I’m human – I’m just immortal. Technically undead myself, actually. I was cursed a long time ago so that every time I die, I come back to life immediately afterward. I can show you if you’d like.”

    “Show, like.. Killing yourself?”

    “That or one of you can kill me. I’m not picky.”

    “I-” Mercury didn’t really know what to say, though it was obvious by the look on her face that she was considering it, just to satiate the scientist in her. Finally, she sighed. “Tempting, but we probably shouldn’t. Not right now, at least. Maybe another time, and not here in the guild where I’ll have to answer a lot of questions and do some paperwork.”

    Cillian giggled. “Yeah, I guess that’s fair. I hate paperwork. Some other time, then.”

    “I think we’d both be interested in seeing some of your work first hand, though. Would you be willing to summon any of your undead for us?”

    “Oh, absolutely! Here.” Cillian’s body became cloaked in a sickly green miasma that clung to his frame. He raised his fingers to his lips and let out a short but piercing whistle. “Oslo! C’mere, boy!”

    Before their eyes, a dog materialized. Its flesh was rotting and falling off of exposed bones and gore, but it hopped around with excitement at the call of its master like any other pup, barking and wiggling. Cillian brightened up with a giant grin, bending over to pet the creature with a grin. “Who’s a good boy?! You are! Yes, you are!” Planting a big kiss on the creature’s forehead, and clearly unbothered by the state of decay of the creature’s body, he turned to them. “This is Oslo. He was my dog when I was a young boy, and was the first creature I ever brought back to life. Kind of the whole reason I accidentally became a necromancer in the first place.”

    While the dog wasn’t capable of intelligent speech like a human summon would have been, there was no denying that it was more than just a mindless zombie. Full of energy and life, the dog wagged its tail excitedly as it trotted over to Mercury and Blade to sniff them. Then, with all the attention span of a peanut, it started wandering around the room to sniff everything else and sate its curiosity by familiarizing itself with the new environment. Mercury wasn’t entirely sure how to react to the creature, her love of animals at war with how disgusting the appearance of the animal was, the woman doing her best to keep her mind on the research as she studied the animal.

    “I have more if you want to see others that are a bit more… uh… well, human I guess. Some zombies, some skeletons, a couple of incorporeal spirits. Not really sure what will help you most with…whatever it is you’re trying to research.”
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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos 9th October 2022, 5:32 pm

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
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    Saffron, for the life of her, didn’t seem all that interested in Scourge, apparently caught between a mixture of bored and amused. To his credit, the former Dread Master hadn’t even registered her being there until he finally managed to pry his eyes from the accusatory glares of Vandrad to look around. She was standing near the former prince, drinking from her water bottle and greeted him in the shortest of terms that was possible. As per his usual way of operating, Scourge was quick to tease Vandrad and lather compliments and charm in the direction of the blonde, finding a hard wall of disinterest in his way. She was amused, clearly, but not swept off her feet. Frankly it was kind of nice to find someone that wasn’t immediately staring at him with a mixture of hunger and lust. As she shook his hand, she was quick to ask if his lines had ever gotten him any success or if he just continued to try them out for the sake of trying to skew the curve. He chuckled. “On women? Only a few. But it does tend to rile up men. Something about low egos and a constant need for gratification. I suppose I do keep trying to balance out the gender line,” he admitted, thoroughly amused at the feistiness of the woman.

    She continued, stating that she was the one that had noticed Vandrad was missing and had actively included other people, wondering if Scourge’s modus operandi was to trespass. “Quite right. One might even say it’s my job nowadays. If I’m doing it right, I can get into a building and out before anyone realizes. I’m not keen on leaving things in fiery rubble, unlike my friend here,” Scourge said, jabbing a thumb in Vandrad’s direction.

    The former prince scoffed, even as Saffron turned to him and asked if she should leave them alone to continue whatever was happening or if she should stay to help keep Scourge’s ego high. The implication of her words was seemingly lost on Vandrad, who looked at her in a mixture of confusion and derision while Scourge openly laughed. “Well there’s little doubt that you’re Vandrad’s pupil. I doubt he’d have the patience for a passive man or woman.”

    "Shut it, Scourge,” Vandrad snapped at the man before his eyes flicked back to Saffron. "Your training isn’t over. It hasn’t even begun. Scourge can wait, especially considering he isn’t even here for any serious matter.”

    “Training you in how to better utilize the Ark is quite serious. But alas, if you are feeling dismissive, I can wait. After all, it’ll be interesting to see just how well you’ve trained this pupil of yours. So far her wit is sharp and quick but I’m curious about her abilities. A silver tongue does not a warrior make,” he said, glancing over at Saffron with an equally amused smirk. She wasn’t as receptive as Mercury but quite similar to the Xocili, she was quick to wit and tease, even if it was in a different vein. The former Dread Master was more than happy to match up if need be.

    Vandrad rolled his eyes before he paused, his eyes narrowing slightly in thought. After a moment and as Scourge was turning to walk over to the benches, he turned his head enough to look at Saffron out of the corner of his eye. It would be hard to tell but there was a glimmer of something unusual in his gaze. One might even call it… playfulness. "Saffron, back into position,” he told her calmly before he turned his head forward once more. "Scourge, you’ll be sparring her.”

    The former Dread Master stopped mid-step. “Pardon?” he asked, turning slightly to look back at the pair.

    "I did not stutter. You interrupted our training session; it seems you owe Saffron a receipt for that. You’ll pay for it by helping her train. She needs to break in her new arm.”

    Scourge chuckled. “I appreciate this humorous side of you, Vandrad, but you can’t be serious.”

    Vandrad smirked. "You hear that, Saffron? I think he’s intimidated by you.”

    Scourge raised a single brow as he glanced between the two Fairy Tail guild members. He inhaled slowly through his nostrils and then let it out in a heavy sigh. “Very well,” he remarked. He pulled off the top layer of his gi, leaving him in the tight black portion underneath that practically formed around his muscles. As he tossed the other portion aside, he walked over to the spot that was across from Saffron, putting a hand on his neck and stretching slightly. “Anything I should be aware of?”

    "Come now, Dread Master. You claim to be superior to me in our shared magics. You’ll have to deduce a proper strategy yourself,” Vandrad explained, even as he walked over to the panel on the wall. Typing in a string of code, he transformed the room into a fighting ring, crafted from pristine marble. It had been erected in the valley of roving, emerald hills, spreading out in every direction to the horizon. The machine created everything for them; they would feel the warmth of the sun beating down on them and inhale fresh, cool air into their lungs. With that programmed, Vandrad turned and faced the pair, crossing his arms once more. "Whenever you’re ready.”

    “Very well,” Scourge said as he took a fighting stance, not entirely dissimilar to Vandrad’s. The only change is he turned his forward hand so that his palm was facing Saffron. With a smirk, he waved it at her, encouraging her to make the first move.






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    Post by Serilda Sinclair 9th October 2022, 8:36 pm

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    Conviction never shames nor condemns us.
    It calls us back to who we truly are.
    Serilda attempted to discern Vriko’s thoughts and feelings on the situation, the dark haired woman glancing up to meet her eyes briefly with an unreadable expression before Gren took over once more. He informed them that there was more information, and from his tone it wasn’t necessarily good. It didn’t take him long to explain that the power of a Divine’s blessing – or that of a Sin’s – could only be used in small doses by mortals, as too much exposure could kill the user. With some training she could learn to use it to a small degree without too much worry, but therein laid the problem: getting her proper training.

    It seemed he had already reached out to Ruzatz, which Serilda agreed was the most logical first step. The prime Sin explained that for a short time Kessicia had been able to use Ruzatz’s blessing. Or rather, the demon equivalent called a Curse. Serilda sat forward with interest. “Kess was given his Curse?” Her friend had never told her that. Then again, Serilda hadn’t gotten to spend a whole lot of time with Kessicia after the woman had followed Serilda’s advice to seek out Ruzatz in the first place. And not long after that she had joined Dies Irae and perished in the very battle that wound up freeing her of the hold the Curse had on her life.

    Before Gren could get much further into the dialogue, Vriko cut him off, apparently no longer able to contain herself in silence. She reiterated that she didn’t want anything to do with Faera or the fight against her, explaining how she’d spent her entire life being a tool and a weapon for parents that only cared about how they could use her. And in so doing, she had learned to fuel her hatred toward Mythal, seeing him as the source of her pain and jealousy. Vriko was practically shaking as she spoke, her anger undeniable, and yet neither Serilda or Mythal interrupted. The Voidwalker merely watched with a patient and unreadable look as she gave Vriko the time the woman needed to put her thoughts together. Both of them had been more than prepared for his sister to start a confrontation at some point in the night.

    Yet it was to both of their surprises when Vriko told them that she’d been wrong. She recognized that Mythal hadn’t wanted to be a part of it anymore than her, and that all he’d ever done was try to get away and protect himself, and it was their parents that had manipulated his actions to make Vriko learn to hate him. And in the shocker of the century, she apologized, if haltingly, looking them both in the eyes and admitting that she had done things that she shouldn’t have, and she regretted it. Even as Gren reached over to give the woman an encouraging rub on the back, Serilda subtly moved her hand beneath the table to take Mythal’s, giving it a gentle squeeze. She was sure he would need time to decide how he felt about this sudden and unexpected change in his sister, but in the meantime she understood that a gentle touch from her to remind him that she was there was usually all he needed to get him through heavier conversations – of which this was quickly turning into.

    Finally, Vriko admitted that she didn’t want to be a part of the fight, but had accepted that she had no choice, and convincing herself otherwise would be a lie. Faera and her lackeys would stop at nothing to hurt them all, and if Vriko wanted to survive she would have to prepare herself for them going after her too. As far as she figured, the best way to do that was to look further into the Blessing and see if she could turn it into a tool for her own benefit, and by extension the rest of them as well. It was quite the profound speech that left nearly everyone at the table at a loss for words. Gren elected to fill the awkward silence by showcasing his pride in how far she had come during their time spent together, to which Vriko immediately snapped at him about something she was apparently still upset with him over.

    Serilda’s brows moved in tandem with Mythal’s. “Love triangle?” she asked at the same time. Her gaze turned from confused to suspicious after Gren brushed the inquiry off without acknowledgement, moving on to inform them more about what the book had passed on only to him: knowledge about a living weapon that could not only kill Faera but steal her power enough to ensure no one else could replace her. A weapon that supposedly could do the same of all the Divines and Sins, that had once upon a time been known as Ataxia’s Vengeance, though these days they were certain it was the Ark. Serilda nodded slowly even as Dorian questioned the Ark’s shared existence between Vandrad and Scourge. It made sense. They didn’t know much about the Ark, but what they did know was the history of its origins, which was in line with the description Gren had given.

    The older man admitted that the book didn’t give much more of an explanation about the name of the power, but the assumption was that it was a superstitious name to represent the comeuppance that the rest of the pantheon was due for what they had done to Ataxia. Either way, it seemed that Vriko and Vandrad both had the means to offer great aid in the fight against Faera, and it would be unwise to not take it. Presuming, of course, that both were willing. They just needed training, and it was in the hope of brainstorming that problem that they had agreed to meet with Serilda and Mythal that night.

    “Well, if I know anything about Vandrad, I’m sure he has been doing what he can to train with the Ark already. Mastering his magics is his biggest drive and passion. And after that fight with Faera before… I would be surprised if he hasn’t committed himself to being fully involved from here on out. Not only to protect his family, but also because I think he can’t resist the challenge.” She gave a small, wry smirk. Vandrad was a man very dedicated to his craft, and when it came to his fighting ability he could be a bit on the cocky side, though not irritatingly so.

    “As far as training goes…” Her voice trailed off as she thought, taking a sip of her drink. “Kessicia herself may be willing to help. I don’t know how much practical training she can impart, but surely her personal exposure to the process could at least lend some valuable insight. I don’t know what her free time is like these days, what with the whole… being a vassal to two Divines and all… but she is a kind woman with a good heart, and a very dear friend. I am sure she’d be willing to help in any capacity she is able to offer…”

    For a moment she looked as if she might say more, but she stopped, Serilda’s gaze looking off slightly in the way it typically did when she was speaking to the other woman inside her head. The noblewoman’s head turned briefly to give a peripheral glance around the room. With a sigh, she looked back at the group. “Victoria wishes to speak.” Presuming no one voiced an objection, Serilda’s features altered, her body morphing until it was Victoria in her seat, the old and yet ageless woman looking to each of them in turn.

    “Gren. I am pleased to see you are doing well. It has been too long,” she greeted the man with a small but friendly smile. Dorian was also given a nod of acknowledgement, as the two had met though they hadn’t really conversed too much with one another after the fight with Faera. “It is good to see you as well, young mortal.”

    Finally, her eyes set upon Vriko. “Hello again, child. I trust your time out in the world and with Gren has been… enlightening. Tell me: did he speak to you at all about who my brother and I are?” Presuming Gren had not, the woman nodded. “I am a nephilim; half angel and half demon. My brethren and I are known as the Seals of the Apocalypse, created for the purpose of someday heralding the end of the world. We have lived for eons since the dawn of humanity, and we share souls with the descendants of our original hosts. Currently, I share a soul with Serilda, just as my brother Lux – the other Seal you met – shares a soul with Mythal.”

    She gestured briefly to the man beside her. Whether or not Lux chose to make an appearance was up to him, and there was never any way to predict if he would, so she carried on for now under the assumption that he would choose to remain hidden for the time being. “If you are intent on mastering this Blessing, then I believe I am the right person to train you. The Blessings and Curses are, above all else, meant to be used against creatures of divine and demonic origins. Seeing as how I am both, it would be most effective to practice your arts against myself, and perhaps my brother if he elects to participate. The other reason I think it would be wise for me to train you is because of your heritage. You are half angel, and there is no knowing how that will affect your ability to use Faera’s blessing. In the process of your training you may begin to develop other skills or have certain reactions or responses that would be best understood and recognized by one such as myself.”

    Opening her attention to the rest of the table, primarily Gren, she continued “Truthfully, I have intended for some time to extend this same offer to Vandrad, and potentially Scourge as well. Being bearers of the Ark is all well and good, but they will never be able to use it to any effectiveness by training on their own or against other mortals. Vandrad was barely able to hold his own against a weakened form of Faera during her brief possession of Mythal’s body. If he has any hope of holding his own against the real deal, he needs to exercise his powers against a being whom it was intended to be used against; same as Vriko.” She turned her gaze fully to gren with a deepened smirk. “As I recall, I also requested a spar against you some time. Though you are only mortal, you have proven yourself a force to be reckoned with against Faera as well, and I think you, too, would benefit from honing your skills against someone such as myself.”

    But, at the end of the day Gren was not the reason they had all gathered. Victoria turned her golden eyes back toward Vriko. “Would this arrangement be acceptable to you?”

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    Post by Xavier Clarent 10th October 2022, 1:36 pm



    Three Hunters
    Necromancy, by the details that existed in tomes, grimoires and other means of information storage, was a very complicated practice and one that many didn’t really look too keenly on. Based one everything they had read, it seemed like a magic art that was held close by secretive, disorderly members of the world, often keeping to themselves in dark labs. Though Blade didn’t have a curve of what humans should or could look like depending on their situations, it was fair to say that even the lone wanderer was a bit surprised by more comically inclined mannerisms of this Cillian. But a hub of knowledge was bounteous, no matter what form it came in and if Cillian could provide some further insight, Blade wasn’t about to turn him away.

    He asked for a bit of an explanation about it and Cillian paused, trying to think of the best way to put it. When he finally did start his spiel, he started out by stating that it was a very detailed field and was not something simple he could just run over in a minute or so. Apparently necromancy was handled differently by every person that practiced it but it all came to the same result; they want to bring back a deceased being into either a temporary or semi-permanent state. A varied number of necromancers could only return life to a corpse, bringing it alive by the technical term but lacking any kind of higher problem-solving ability other than what its controller demanded. But apparently Cillian could commune with the passed and he could summon spirits to return to their prior bodies, essentially reviving them from the dead. It sounded vastly different from what else they had read and he admitted that he could also form contracts with undead similar to celestial wizards, while also admitting he had control of a Zodiac spirit as well.

    Blade didn’t know much about any kind of celestial spirits but it sounded like bond magic, which was something he had done research on. Mercury spoke up, admitting that she thought that necromancy was more of a blanket-type magic; utilized the same way across all practitioners. She asked how long Cillian had been able to use his magic and he stated that he was pretty sure he was in his teenage years when he made his first zombie but it had been well over four centuries since then. Blade’s eyes narrowed slightly. A human that could live beyond the measure of a century? That was rare indeed, even with all the magic and technological advancements that the world had access to. It seemed Mercury was equally as perplexed and asked him outright if he was something other than human.

    It seemed their suspicions were wrong but not entirely. Apparently Cillian was undead himself, in a way. He was suffering the effects of a curse so that every time he died, he was reborn again. He offered to showcase his ability to them, providing the opportunity for either of them to kill him or letting him do it for show. It was a tempting offer, if only to see how committed he was to that explanation. But in the end, Mercury stated it would probably be best if they didn’t risk attracting any unwanted attention from her fellow guild mates and having to provide an official explanation via paperwork. Mercury moved the conversation along, stating that she was sure they would both like to see an example of his abilities. Agreeing to it, his magic activated, covering him in a putrid emerald energy, even as he let out a sharp whistle.

    A canine appeared before them, materializing out of nothing. It was at an advanced level of decay, with pieces of its flesh open and hanging, showing plenty of bone and viscera. But despite its horrid appearance, it had the excitement of a pup, bounding around and excitedly greeting its master. Cillian explained that the canine was called Oslo, a dog from when he was young and the first zombie he had mentioned before. Apparently losing the pet had resulted in Cillian beginning his path on necromancy.

    It moved with the same intelligence as any canine would. Blade crouched down to examine the creature curiously, holding out a hand to let it smell and then taking care to study it. It was as real as anything else he had seen in his life, clearly not some spectacle that he’d thought up and created through some kind of trickery. Cillian offered to show some other corpses he had access to, which included other zombies, skeletons and spirits as well. The last one caught Blade’s attention, his eyes moving away from Oslo to look back at Cillian. He wasn’t sure what they needed in terms of their research but he seemed to be an open book.

    “I believe I have two requests, if you don’t mind,” Blade spoke up, already reaching back and retrieving the ocarina from his back pouch. He brought it forward. “You said you can commune with the dead, interact with spirits. Do you generally require a piece of that person or does something that contains their genetic material be viable?” Once the necromancer provided the answer, Blade would nod and hold out the ocarina. “This was my brother’s. He crafted it as a youngling and carried it most anywhere he went. Though it has been cleaned and I have etched several different enchantments and symbolage on it, I believe it still might act as a conduit. Believe me when I say I am not distrusting of your words and your abilities -- I am just curious of how this spiritual communing works.” He was sure that any amount of spirits or undead creatures could prove Cillian’s capabilities. But they were looking to embark onto a dark path that was not controlled or reigned in. If Cillian was truly to be of help to them, Blade needed to see just how far his control and influence could reach.

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    Post by Saffron Remington 10th October 2022, 3:43 pm



    COME AT ME AND YOU'LL SEE
    I'M MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE

    --- YOU THINK THAT YOU'LL BREAK ME, YOU'RE GONNA FIND IN TIME ---
    Unsurprisingly, Scourge was quick to provide a retort to her playful insults. While the former Dread Master hadn’t come up too much in conversation, Saffron had been led to believe that he was a very playful and teasing individual, much to Mercury’s delight and Vandrad’s chagrin. In that category, at least, the blonde was not so far disappointed. He quipped back about his charm having an easier time buttering up men more than women, claiming that men were often more receptive to shallow gratification. He also admitted to his penchant for wandering where he wasn’t supposed to be, even showcasing quite a bit of pride in his boasts about coming and going from a facility before any of its occupants were the wiser, preferring a less destructive path than Vandrad.

    The blonde continued to be unmoved by Scourge’s charm – and he was charming. Handsome too, though he was clearly aware of that. Perhaps not in a truly arrogant way, but there was an undeniable confidence about him that was more than familiar to Saffron. With perhaps a slight smirk flitting onto her lips to show she wasn’t displeased by his willingness to banter, she turned to Vandrad and asked if she needed to give them some privacy, albeit in a colorful fashion. Vandrad didn’t quite seem to get the euphemism though Scourge didn’t miss it, the man laughing outright, delighted by her mannerisms and seeing them as confirmation that she was Vandrad’s trainee, as the former prince could only get along for so long with people that weren’t stalwart enough to put up with him.

    Finally having enough of the back and forth, Vandrad told the other Ark user to shut up before returning his attention to Saffron and informing her that she wasn’t going to get out of training that easily. Her shoulders slouched as she groaned dramatically. “Fiiiiine.” As Scourge attempted to convince Vandrad that his training with the Ark was far from frivolous, Saffron moved over to the water fountain in the corner of the room to refill her bottle. Her attention only returned to the men when Scourge playfully insinuated that her wit was hardly enough to vouch for her fighting skills. The look of utter derision on her face was indescribable as she practically slow turned to look at him. “If the way you waggle your tongue is any indication, you’re obviously speaking from personal experience.”

    She gave him an overly sweet smile as he walked away to apparently set up somewhere to observe her training, causing Saffron to roll her eyes, though she wasn’t truly all that annoyed. Yet as she screwed the cap back on her bottle and turned back toward Vandrad, there was a telling, if subtle, look on his face that made her pause in her step. She raised a brow, curiosity written all over her face as she wondered what sort of scheme he’d just cooked up. It wasn’t often that Vandrad set his mind onto a prank, but when he did it was almost always a source of golden entertainment. He ordered her back into position before declaring that it was Scourge who would be sparring her.

    The sly grin on Saffron’s face grew steadily until she had the most shit-eating look of mischief in her eyes. She saw exactly what the former prince was up to. Scourge and Vandrad both shared the same magic, a magic that was rare and powerful… and she could only assume that Scourge was entirely unaware that Saffron also had access to a lesser form of Energy Monarch, which meant the man was about to receive the troll of his life. Scourge stopped and turned to look at them for clarity, causing Vandrad to double down and insist that Saffron was owed for having her training interrupted. As penance, Scourge was to help her test her new arm. The disbelief in his voice only made her anticipation all the sweeter.

    “Whaaaat? After walking in here and talking all that good shit about how much better than us he supposedly is? Shocking. But I can’t say I blame him. I mean, look at me. I’m a big deal.” While Saffron certainly had her moments of being able to tease Vandrad, the blonde was a bit different from his fiance in that more often than not she typically teamed up with him to pick on someone else, and from the look on Scourge’s face he was finding himself intimately aware of that reality. After a long moment to think and process the sudden change, he finally sighed and relented, removing the top half of his gi and positioning himself across from her. He asked Vandrad if there was anything he needed to know, and the demi-god’s prodding reply elicited an undignified but shameless snort of amusement from his pupil.

    Vandrad set the stage, literally, utilizing the controls on the room to adjust the scenery and space, moving them to a clean marble arena set in a green field. The warmth of the sun washed over her like a blanket fresh from the dryer. She watched as he readied himself, squaring off  against her in what she would already know was just his base form, the man smirking and inviting her to start the party with a beckoning wave. Saffron watched him for a moment, her purple eyes narrowing on him with a sly smile of her own. “That’s it, huh? No empowerment at all? Alright, then. Insult received.” She sank herself down into a ready stance…

    And immediately exploded from her spot to rush him. It was a tactic Saffron favored with spars, as most sparring partners expected their opponents to circle and dance a little to get into the swing of it. Not Saffron. In her experience, jumping right into the thick of it from the gate was a good way to throw her sparring partners off their guards and force them to move and keep up with her. Obviously there was no telling how strong Scourge truly was until he started showing some of his moves, but considering that Saffron was far enough along in her training to keep up with Vandrad’s golden empowerment and not get immediately spanked by his crimson one, she had a feeling Scourge’s base form wasn’t going to offer her that much of a challenge. And Scourge would find out almost immediately that Saffron didn’t intend on playing around, coming at him at full power – or at least, her current level of full power.

    But that would be a surprise for later.

    She threw a series of quick jabs in his direction, both of her fists flying at high speeds with each attack aimed in a different spot on his torso in an attempt to keep him on the defensive, doing her best to not provide him with an opening to counter. Then, she allowed a small portion of the energy she’d absorbed earlier from Vandrad into her mechanical arm to flow into her, allowing a sudden burst in her speed as she switched gears with little to no warning to deliver a blinding front snap kick aimed right at his sternum.
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    Mythal Ragnos
    Mythal Ragnos

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    Lineage : Heir to Darkness
    Position : God of Sedulity
    Faction : The Rune Knights
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    Age : 36
    Mentor : Nessa Cordelia Lux (Former)
    Experience : 11,070,431

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    First Skill: Kami No Ken Sutairu O Taosu
    Second Skill: Kingdom Darkness Embodiment
    Third Skill: Soul Stone/Trickster's Illusions

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    Post by Mythal Ragnos 10th October 2022, 6:44 pm

    LIGHT
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    Gren had not intended to outright dodge the question about a love triangle but it was hardly the most important matter at the moment. Focusing on the other revelation about the weapon that he had figured was Vandrad and Scourge’s shared magic took precedence and also saved him a very awkward conversation. If what he believed was true, then he truly felt that Scourge, Vandrad and Vriko had abilities that could turn the coming war in their favor. Obviously he wanted to make sure everyone gave consent to train but there was still the matter of finding someone that could train them. Serilda stated that she was sure that Vandrad was already training hard, wanting to master the secondary power and make it his own. Gren nodded. “I know for a fact he has. Though he ain’t tellin’ Mercury about it, he’s been goin’ and trainin’ under Scourge. He has a bit more control over the Ark and offered to help catch Van up. He believes he’s been making strides.”

    Serilda continued, stating that Kessicia was a possibility. She wasn’t sure how much actual training Kess had received but her exposure would certainly help with some insight. Though it was hard to tell what her duties as a dual vassal had her up to, Serilda firmly believed that she would help, being the good woman she was. “From what Ruzatz and Agatha told me, she had somehow managed to merge her soul with a succubus that was killin’ people where she was a slave. That’s how she wound up with the Curse. Ruzatz was able to use some of his own Curse to balance her out but she could only ever use a small sliver of it. It was hard for her in the beginnin’ but I guess meetin’ you helped set her on the right path. Ruzatz said she spoke quite highly of you,” Gren gave Serilda a genuine smile, which held just the tiniest bit of impishness. Clearly Kessicia had been quite taken by Serilda and hadn’t been quiet about it, though the Field Marshall was surely aware of that.

    Serilda looked like she had something to say but then stopped, her attention turning just enough out of sync with where her eyes were. After scanning the room, she sighed and said that Victoria wished to speak to the group. Everyone but Vriko didn’t seem to have a problem but the wild woman’s brow knit in confusion as she looked around. Her eyes went wide as plates when Serilda was suddenly overcome by another woman; an older one that was both similar and different from Serilda herself. But Vriko did recognize the woman -- she had been the one that had busted her free of her cell.

    “Hey there, Victoria. You’re lookin’ good,” Gren said with a flirty little smile.

    “Eu nunca vou me acostumar com isso. Hello there, Victoria,” Dorian said with a small wave.

    Vriko could only stare as Victoria greeted her once more and asked if she had any idea who her and her brother were. With a quick shake of her head confirming she hadn’t, the Seal went on a short monologue explaining a bit of her backstory and her designation. She explained that Lux was another Seal and was connected to Mythal. As she looked to him for confirmation, he nodded. “He’s not here right now. He’s…” Mythal took a moment, slightly turning his head to try and locate Lux. “Back in Era readin’ of all things. He’s been hard up on books ever since our little trip to Pergrande. Probably tryin’ to get Quentin back out -- that’s a’whole other thing,” he said, dismissing the questions before they came.

    With that out of the way, Victoria continued. As she saw it, if they were working with a Blessing, then it made the most sense that Victoria train her. As a being of both divine and demonic creation, a weapon that was meant to decimate one portion of that was better utilized against one that possessed that ‘weakness’ as it were. She even offered to have Lux stand in to help as well, though Mythal casually shook his head, already knowing the Lightbringer would most likely decline. Victoria also believed that with Vriko being half angel, it was entirely possible that in the midst of training, she could show signs of further development and understanding what was happening would fall squarely on Victoria’s shoulders.

    Apparently she had been mulling over training Vandrad and Scourge as the Ark, while useful, would never reach its absolute potential with training against mortals. She recalled that Vandrad had struggled against Faera when she had overtaken Mythal and that was while she was severely dampened. If the former prince wanted to possess the means and strength to bring down the Divine fully, he would need to better utilize the Ark against divine beings. With a playful smirk, she turned her attention to Gren and reminded him that she had requested that they spar as well. He’d proven himself worthy of her attention and she fully believed that sharpening his abilities further would make him useful in the fight. He grinned at her. “Name a time and place, darlin’. I’ve owed you that for a long time and I wouldn’t mind payin’ you back in full.”

    That broke Vriko’s focus, causing her to roll her eyes. “Can you control yourself?” she shot his way.

    “Hey, hey, Victoria helped me out of a bind. I owe her, that’s all,” Gren said, putting his hands innocently.

    “I wonder where all this charme e delicadeza wound up in that son of yours,” Dorian remarked with a shit-eating grin.

    “You telling me that this Vandrad isn’t anything like him?” Vriko asked, looking over at Dorian quickly before turning back to Gren. “Hear that, Gren? I may like your son better than you.”

    “Primeira vez para tudo,” Dorian remarked with a shrug.

    Ignoring the former Souls member’s remark, mostly because she didn’t understand it, she turned her gaze back to Victoria, now her shock settled. “Sounds fine. If you think you can make me better with this whole Blessing thing. Might even help Vandrad and… Scourge? Is that really his name? He sounds like a villain out of a piece of shit romance novel. Anyways, if what Gren has told me about this Ark thing is right, he should be able to absorb the Blessing and use it himself, right?”

    “Possibly. But considerin’ the state Faera is in, it might be better to have you fightin’ with that and Vandrad and Scourge fightin’ with power from Kingdom Darkness. Which… means I’ll have to help with practice. I may not have any of Faera’s power myself anymore but…” He idly waved his hand and summoned the Tome of Corruption. “This comes right from Kingdom Darkness and I can pull from Kingdom Darkness directly. I’ll be able to expose Vandrad and Scourge to the elements pretty easily… though I doubt it’ll be enjoyable.” His eyes flicked to meet Vriko’s. “I hear you, about this fight and all the shit you just said. If you’re ready to bury the hatchet and move forward, I’m here for it. What’s done is done. But… I appreciate you apologizin’. And though I know it ain’t no conciliation, I’m sorry too. If I’da known that you were out there…” He sighed softly through his nostrils. “Don’t matter. Past is the past. So long as you ain’t opposed to be me bein’ around to help Victoria out, then we can help ya out.”

    Vriko nodded softly. “Fine by me. Best to just move forward.”

    “Maravilhoso! Now, if we’re done with all this serious talk, perhaps we can obter alguma comida real e nos divertir, não?” Dorian spoke up, raising his glass.



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    Cillian duCrosse
    Cillian duCrosse

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    Lineage : Legend of the Lich
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    Post by Cillian duCrosse 11th October 2022, 12:15 pm

    Even though my life hasn't been all that great

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    @Mythal Ragnos
     
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    I have seen war, famine; witnessed the genocide. Have seen the changes in human nature and history, and I am still here, standing alone. Til the end, I will be there too. To witness the endless carnage, to live this harsh reality. Cause I have been cursed, Cursed with immortality.
    If Cillian was aware that at least one of his hosts was somewhat put off by the canine, it didn’t show on his face. Though that wasn’t to say that Mercury was squeamish about the beast. She was actually rather fascinated with it from a magical and scientific standpoint, but there was no denying that Oslo was covered in slime and pus and gore. For a woman that utterly abhorred the idea of being dirty to the point where she took daily showers to keep herself clean, she wasn’t too keen on the idea of touching the animal without a pair of gloves, or at least making sure her clothes didn’t get grimy.

    But the dog was clearly as intelligent as any other living dog would be, and not some mindless creature of rage and obedience. The only other exposure Mercury had ever had to anything remotely like a zombie was Maker’s experiement with what was left of Sabine’s family, and they were nothing like what she was seeing before her now. Though, now that she was thinking about it… She looked over to Cillian. “Hey, I don’t suppose you or Oslo would be willing to let me take a genetic sample from him? And possibly from you, too, I suppose. I have some genetic material that’s related to what we're researching that I’d be interested in comparing it against… though the sample came from a humanoid specimen so I may get more accurate findings from a humanoid zombie.”

    “I don’t think that would be a problem. Oslo, c’mere.” The dog ripped its head out of the trashcan, where it had been getting into whatever had been thrown inside, and trotted over to the necromancer. Mercury procured a syringe with her magic. “Hey buddy, I want you to sit for a second, kay? The nice lady here needs your help. This might hurt a little, but it’s gonna be okay.”

    The dog turned and looked up at her with big puppy eyes, made all the bigger by the fact that one of its eyeballs was practically falling out of the socket, and giving a small whine. “Hey, it’s okay, honey…” Mercury cooed to the beast getting down on her knees to seem less intimidating and to meet the dog on its level. She withdrew a pair of rubber gloves from a pocket and slipped them on. “I’ll make it quick, I promise. It’ll just be a little pinch.” Oslo scooted over to her, the hound trusting but clearly a little scared. She continued to coax him over with a soothing voice and words of praise until she was able to poke him with the needle and slowly withdraw a bit of ichor.

    While she was working on that, Blade was making his request to the necromancer. Cillian listened as the alien explained the first of two requests, asking what exactly Cillian needed in order to summon a spirit. “Either works, honestly. I just need a place or object that is strongly connected to the person: Their childhood home, gravesite, their corpse, a trinket of some kind that was important to them… anything like that can be enough to bridge the gap. I’m assuming that instrument there belonged to someone?” He accepted the ocarina as Blade explained that it belonged to his brother, who had made it at a young age. While it had been altered in some minor ways over the years, it was still the same instrument. “Yeah, this should work. What;s his name?” Presuming Blade provided it, Cillian nodded. “Alright. Gimmie a sec.”

    Closing his eyes, he cupped the ocarina in his hands and focused. The putrid green light of his energy poured softly over the device as Cillian opened himself up to the great beyond. Echoes of whispering voices caressed his ears as the playful and cautious spirits reached out to him in curiosity. He gently brushed through them, keeping his attention on the thread of energy that connected the device in his palms to the soul to whom it once belonged, allowing it to guide him toward the wayward soul. As his search narrowed down and he got closer, the whispers began to recede until finally there was but one spirit before him.

    “Hey there, bud! Is your name Halcyon?” It would be easy to think that Cillian was speaking out loud for the benefit of Mercury and Blade, but the truth was that Cillian almost always spoke his rituals aloud. Unless he had some great and pressing reason to be subtle – which truly was not one of his strong suites – he simply didn’t care how anyone around him would perceive his one sided conversations. The spirit was formless and quiet, and at first he mistook the silence for timidity. “You don’t need to be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to talk. I’m here with your brother… uh… Blade! Right, Blade. Why don’t you come say hi?”

    It wouldn’t take the necromancer long to realize something wasn’t right. His companions in the real world would watch as a frown slowly settled into his face. After several long second of silence, Mercury gave him a bit of a prod. “Everything okay?”

    “I… don’t know. This is weird. I found him, but he’s not saying anything. I’m not getting any reads on him at all, not even an emotional state. He’s completely unresponsive. This has never happened to me before…”

    Mercury glanced at Blade with a look of concern before looking back at Cillian. “So… what does that mean?”

    He shook his head. “Something has to be inhibiting him in some way. And whatever it is, it has to be strong to have this much sway over him in the spirit plane. I don’t know what or who would even have that kind of power…” His voice trailed off and then he adjusted himself, a look of determination settling in. “Okay, hang tight. I’m going to try to force him through the veil.” Cillian didn’t normally force a spirit to obey his will, but this was clearly a unique, bordering on concerning situation. His magical aura increased, the ebb and flow of his energy now more aggressive around himself and the ocarina than it had been before. “Homo, qui in luto et coeno dormit, hanc vocem audi, surge et obedire. Per volatum mortis transi velum, et te patefacies ad planum mortalem!”

    His voice was practically booming by the end of the incantation, the necromancer driving his demand home with commanding power and authority. There was an explosion of magic and incorporeal energy that swallowed up the room in a bright light before quickly glittering away. All that remained was a shimmering wisp that quivered before Cillian, the almost gelatinous orb swirling and twisting softly as it began to take shape. When it finished molding itself, Blade would find a perfect spectre of his brother before him, his body formed from a translucent white-blue light that occasionally blurred in and out of focus.
    I figure that if I live long enough, something good might happen.


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    Vandrad Ragnos
    Vandrad Ragnos

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    First Skill: Energy Monarch
    Second Skill: Ark of the Dread Masters
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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos 11th October 2022, 4:21 pm

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
    Meetings Abound RJtajUnz_o


    This Saffron had a mouth on her… and Scourge liked it. While Mercury had several attractive parts about her -- and there were numerous -- she didn’t really give him a fight like Saffron did. She was very upfront about her attraction to him and was more than happy to pepper him with compliments. Vandrad’s student, however, was a bit more on the peppery side. The kind of woman that was just as flirtatious as she was mouthy and often mixed the two together. He’d met several women like her before and yet… she seemed different. He couldn’t quite put his finger on the why of it. Either way, he was more than happy to meet her comments with ones of his own. She shot off a comment about his tongue in connection to his remark about her prowess, the former Dread Master shooting her a grin as he walked over to the side of the room.

    Of course, he didn’t get very far. Vandrad saw the opportunity for a test, as well as some well-deserved shock treatment, and demanded that Scourge stand in as a training partner. The former Dread Master questioned how serious he was, only to be met with Vandrad and Saffron siding against him with their comments, speaking as a combined force to question his courage. If anything, it was clear that Saffron was more than happy to partner with her mentor when it came to teasing someone else. With little other choice, the former Dread Master pulled off the top of his gi and walked over to stand across from the blonde. Stretching slightly, he made no remarks as Vandrad utilized the room’s master control and took them to a valley with a complete fighting ring.

    No hints, no advice -- he was fighting against a complete enigma. Of course, it wasn’t the first time. The former Dread Master took a partial fighting stance, one that imitated Vandrad’s in form and foundation. He beckoned her to make the first move and she smiled at him, remarking on his opting to remain in his base form and taking it as an insult. “Why spoil the fun? Besides, you’ll have to earn an Empowerment. Then--” Before he could finish the thought, she very nearly exploded from her spot, crossing the distance between them in a fraction of a second. The ‘charge in and attack while the other side was off their guard’ strategy -- a notable Vandrad strategy. No wonder he’d taken Saffron as a pupil; she fought with the same focus and effort as him.

    The first few jabs just barely missed their target as Scourge efficiently moved his body to dodge them. Her fists caught the fabric of his top, pulling it around and stretching it in several places. Then all of a sudden, she got even faster and before he could properly get his guard up, her foot planted itself firmly into his chest. He lost his footing as he was sent flying back several feet, only managing to correct his form and slam his heels back onto the ground. Gritting his teeth behind a neutral facade, he glanced down at his chest. She was far stronger than he expected and she didn’t seem to be using any kind of elemental magic. A Combat Arts user perhaps? Whatever it was, it was impressive.

    And in truth, based on how strong she felt, she was right around the top of his lowest Empowerment, if just under. He smirked as he righted himself, brushing his chest off. “Impressive,” he offered her. “But still not enough for an Empowerment. However, I’ll give you that fighting like this would be a sore mistake. In that case…” Reaching down, Scourge pried off the tight undershirt, revealing his firm, chiseled form. Tossing the shirt aside, he cracked his knuckles. “I’d rather not tear my shirt; I’ve been losing quite a lot lately.” Reaching into the Ark, Scourge pulled out Hades’ Cowl. In a burst of bright red magical energy, an aura formed around the former Dread Master’s body. His muscles grew in size exponentially, the veins in them popping out off his flesh. With his arms and torso now visibly and significantly larger, he took a different fighting stance, his arms flowing in front of him smoothly and artistically. Saffron would, no doubt, see a blue, watery flash of magic behind his hand movements…

    Just before he was gone. He’d matched and surpassed her speed and had closed the distance between the two of them as quickly as she had. His strikes snapped out at precise points of her torso and stomach, his arms flowing like water as they moved. He leapt into the air and spun around, throwing a spin kick at her shoulder before managing to land on his other foot and leap off his toes to throw himself in a reverse spinning motion, as an alternating spin kick to her side. He wound up being upside and put his hands down, spinning around before pushing off the ground with both hands, coming down and landing on his feet again. Once more he took his looser, graceful fighting stance, looking at her with a grin.





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    Saffron Remington
    Saffron Remington

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    Post by Saffron Remington 11th October 2022, 6:36 pm



    COME AT ME AND YOU'LL SEE
    I'M MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE

    --- YOU THINK THAT YOU'LL BREAK ME, YOU'RE GONNA FIND IN TIME ---
    It spoke heavily to his skill that he managed to dodge her first several strikes, if barely. Saffron was sure that she had caught him off guard, which meant that he was moving on pure instinct, her fists never managing to catch more than a few brushes of his shirt. Still she kept him moving, never letting up and waiting for the opportune moment to shake things up. As soon as she saw her opening, she filtered a bit of extra power from the arm’s reserves and boosted her speed, feeling the satisfying sensation of his chest compressing beneath her boot as he was sent skidding across the ring. As she righted herself out, Saffron allowed herself a self indulgent little smirk, watching the man as he took stock of what he’d seen of her abilities so far, even glancing down at his chest as if trying to determine if she had actually managed to land a blow on him.

    Whatever he’d decided on, he was clearly excited about it. He grinned up at her and complimented her abilities, though it still wasn’t enough to warrant using any of his empowerment forms. Still, he at least understood that underestimating her wasn’t the greatest idea. He reached down and pulled off his shirt completely, claiming that he was merely saving himself from having to replace it like so many other shirts before it. “No sweat off my back. I’m only distracted by eights or higher, anyway.”

    She watched him carefully as he tapped into some of his magic. It wasn’t Energy Monarch, so she could only assume it was Ark magic. Her eyes went wide as saucers as he suddenly bulked out before her, his muscles gaining a frightening amount of mass in milliseconds, though it wasn’t fright that overwhelmed her. “Fuck, that’s so baller,” she breathed, her eyes flashing the briefest shade of green in envy. Already she was mentally and physically bracing herself for what was to come. This was not anything that Vandrad had ever used against her before, so whatever attack he was about to use would be brand new for her to defend herself against, which meant there was only one way to start understanding it enough to learn how to counter it.

    Thankfully, that particular processing method typically worked out in her favor.

    He practically disappeared from her sight, and before she could fully react enough to dodge or block she found his fists hitting home against her stomach and torso. The contact allowed her to at least reorient herself, and while she didn’t have as many years of training as Scourge or Vandrad did, that didn’t mean her senses and instincts weren’t sharp in their own right. Whatever this form was, Saffron knew she couldn’t keep up with it right now, but she didn’t need to. She’d learn more – and gain more – by letting him hit her. So instead she focused her defensive abilities not on evasion but rather doing her best to maneuver herself so that his strikes didn’t hit any critical areas. Her mechanical arm came up just in time to take most of the brunt of his first kick, the kinetic energy from the blow soaked up into the machinery’s reserves and adding upon what Vandrad had already provided her earlier.

    The second kick came too quickly for her to fully block, so she turned, allowing it to hit her at full impact but on a more meaty area of her side that could take the blow without buckling. Still, the force of the kick sent her flying with a grunt. She hit the ground but regained herself quickly, turning the fall into a controlled roll as she leveled out into a crouch. Saffron could feel the energy bubbling within her even as her body ached, the blonde pushing past the pain as she did so many times before to reap the sweet rewards of what came from the gift. A faint golden aura rippled to life around her, not exactly like what Scourge and Vandrad experienced but surely Scourge would have no trouble recognizing the type of energy at play. His own ability to manipulate ethernano had most certainly let him know that the energy from his attacks had transferred in a different way than most other opponents he’d gone up against so far, her body absorbing the energy even as it damaged her.

    She took only a moment to adjust before her head finally lifted to look at him. Her eyes had turned a bright golden hue, and there was a smug smirk on her face. “That all you got for me, splurge? I think you can do better.” Once more she launched at him, this time moving so quickly and with so much force that she practically teleported, leaving behind only the dust from the marble floor crumbling into debris under the pressure of her movement. The ceiling capping off her abilities had been heightened greatly, the blonde moving with even greater speed and striking with greater power than before. She answered his bulky form with a smooth series of fists and elbows, feet and knees, aiming for soft spots on his torso and utilizing enough strength that her goal was clearly attempting to simply break through whatever guard he put up to block the shots. Any attacks he made in response she didn’t take any effort to dodge, holding her ground and tanking the shots. And as the back and forth continued with each opponent exchanging and receiving blows, Scourge would find that her strength and speed would only continue to rise the more she was struck…
    deltra of gangnam style

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    Xavier Clarent
    Xavier Clarent

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    Post by Xavier Clarent 11th October 2022, 7:36 pm



    Three Hunters
    Mercury, ever the curious scientist, asked Cillian if he would be willing to provide a sample from either himself or Oslo for research purposes. She had other genetic material from humanoids that had been brought back but having two different samples would help out a lot. Cillian was amenable to the ask and brought over Oslo, giving the canine a warning that he would most likely feel a little pain but he’d be fine overall. Then the Xocili set herself down, protecting her hands with gloves, and gently spoke to the canine before finally using the syringe on it. With that part of their research covered, Blade turned his attention to Cillian, having thought up two requests and wanting to start with the first. Asking the details of what he needed to summon, Cillian remarked that he could confer with a spirit through an object or place that was connected to someone. When he asked about the ocarina, Blade explained it had belonged to his brother. “Halcyon,” he told the man as he handed over the ocarina.

    With the item in hand, Cillian closed his eyes and focused his magic. Blade’s patch lens focused on the man as he began his process, studying, analyzing and transferring the images into pure data. He seemed focused, his face showing signs of concentration and exploration. After a few moments he spoke, calling out to something neither he nor Mercury could see and asking if it was Halcyon. He insisted there was nothing to be afraid of and he only wanted to talk. He even brought up Blade’s name as a reference point. “He wouldn’t know me by Blade. Plus we speak Primean; he may not understand you,” the lone survivor explained.

    But that didn’t seem to be the issue. Cillian looked genuinely concerned and when Mercury asked about his worry after a moment of silence. The dark mage explained that something was silencing Halcyon. And as far as Cillian knew, that shouldn’t be possible. After a moment of consideration, he decided to force the spirit onto their side of things. More magical energy ebbed off of him, filling the room with its grim, flashing light. The dark mage chanted, words that Blade could not understand but he could certainly feel the power in them. Cillian’s voice grew louder and louder as he enforced his control over the magic and the spirit it had attached to. When the spell reached its peak, magical light flashed throughout the room and Blade had to cover his free eye so as not to suffer temporary blinding.

    As he opened his eye once more, he found a small wisp hovering before Cillian. It twisted and wrenched, long tendrils expanding as it gained mass and size. Within a few moments, the specter had taken full form and there, hovering before their very eyes, was Halcyon. Even in the metaphysical saturation that made up his entire form, one could make out the reddish mohawk on his head and the abnormally large, pointed ears. The image of Halcyon had its eyes open but was staring straight ahead.

    Blade could hardly believe his eyes. He took a few steps forward, walking up to and slightly past Cillian to face his brother fully. “Lēkia, ziry emagon issare sīr bōsa,” Blade spoke to the image slowly. “Nyke gīmigon ziry emagon issare naenie jēdri. Yn ziry iksos issa, aōha lēkia. Nyke emagon dīnagon issa brōzi aside sīr nyke kostagon tatagon issa gaomilaksir. Sīr bona nyke kostagon ossēnagon Rahaenys.”

    The specter remained completely neutral, all but stone save for the slight movement of its floating. Blade’s eyes searched for any sign of his brother, for any indication of functionality. His free eye was wide and full of emotion, the first time he had shown such visual stimulation beyond surprise and anger. “Kostilus… ȳzaldrīzes naejot issa,” he said softly.


    And yet no answer came. A single river of tears fell from his free eye and rolled down his cheek as he closed his eye, inhaling slowly through his nostrils. After a long moment, he opened his eye once more and looked at the stalled specter. “Shijetra issa. Nyke jāhor avenge ao se tolvie mēre. Ao emagon issa udir.” His words were firm and strong once more as he spoke to the image of his brother.

    Blade reached up and brushed the remnants of his sorrow from his face. “It seems what Genesis has told us is true,” Blade spoke to Mercury, turning to face her briefly before altering his stance to also look at Cillian. “My enemy used a despicable ritual to sacrifice the entirety of my people, robbing them of their minds. Without the ability to function, their bodies simply fell to the ground and wasted away. Whatever he did, he managed to splice their intellect from their souls, leaving their spirits as empty as their bodies once were,” Blade looked over his shoulder back at Halcyon. “That is… enough. Thank you,” he told Cillian, his tone softer once more.

    Once the image of his brother was gone, Blade seemed to stand a little taller. “My second request,” he moved on. Lifting his hand, he drew a set of glowing symbols in the air and then clapped his hands together around them. As he separated his hands once more, he produced the make up of the energy that had been found at the heart of Vandrad’s would-be assassination weapon. “This energy has, thus far, been unidentifiable. My own scans only tell me that its make-up is not of this universe, nor should it even truly exist. A connection of mine believes he found something about it but the document is in a language that also doesn’t seem to exist. The only real evidence we have beyond this is a former ally of Maker’s who explained that Maker once went to a far off galaxy and when he returned, he possessed newfound, darker knowledge. I believe this is evidence of that. Given the… frequency in which your necromancy falls within, I was hoping you might be able to offer some insight on it.”

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    Cillian duCrosse

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    Post by Cillian duCrosse 12th October 2022, 3:08 pm

    Even though my life hasn't been all that great

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    I have seen war, famine; witnessed the genocide. Have seen the changes in human nature and history, and I am still here, standing alone. Til the end, I will be there too. To witness the endless carnage, to live this harsh reality. Cause I have been cursed, Cursed with immortality.
    When Blade insisted that part of the issue could be a language barrier, Cillian shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. I can speak with the dead no matter what their language in life was. This is… something else.”

    After a brief back and forth with Mercury and Blade, Cillian ultimately decided to force the spirit through. He wasn’t sure what kind of answers it would bring, but it was worth a shot. And so he utilized his magic, yanking the soul of Halcyon through the veil and into the mortal plane, much to the awe of his companions. From there he studied the spirit quietly, observing as Blade attempted to interact with his brother. The man spoke in a language that he didn’t understand – Primean, presumably. Even the voice of his sibling did nothing to sway the soul into action or consciousness, and it was clearly difficult for him.

    As tears began to fall from his uncovered eye, neither mage commented upon it, though Mercury watched with a noticeable softness. Not to say that Cillian wasn’t uncaring to the situation, but he simply didn’t know either of them enough to be moved by it. So instead he simply paid respect by being silent and giving Blade a moment to grieve and process. Finally, when the man was ready, he spoke up to confirm for Mercury that someone named Genesis had been telling the truth. To Cillian, Blade explained that the enemy they were pursuing had used a vile ritual to strip the entirety of their peoples’ minds, causing their bodies to waste away and die, while their intellect lived on separate from what remained of their spirits.

    With a frown, Cillian did as Blade bid, turning to the spirit. “Redi ad requiem.” With much less bravado than it had arrived, the soul of Halcyon glittered into nothingness, returning back to the realm from which it had been brought. Once that was done, Blade continued on to his second request. Using some kind of magic that Cillian didn’t recognize – or at least, what he assumed was magic – he observed the runes that were drawn in the air before an amorphous orb of energy hovered between his hands. The Primean explained that this energy was what they were attempting to identify. So far, all they had been able to confirm was that it was not of the universe and shouldn’t have existed. They also found a connection to some unknown language that there also were no records of anywhere. All they knew was that their target – Maker – had made a journey out in the stars and returned with command over this dark force, that they believed was most closely related to necromancy. It was this that they were hoping he could help them with.

    Cillian stepped closer to Blade to take a closer look, for once listening to his better judgment and opting not to touch it. Finally, he pulled back, scratching the back of his head. “Well… I’m certainly willing to help where I can, I suppose. I can’t say how much help I’ll actually be, but this is… concerning.” He shook his head with a sigh. “I should probably notify Death. She’ll want to know that there’s something out there powerful enough to affect souls like this.”

    Mercury peered at him. ““Death?”

    “Oh yeah, uh… in addition to being a necromancer, I’m also a servant of Death. I’m not like a reaper or anything, I don’t help her collect souls. I guess you could say she’s the closest thing I have to worshiping a god.”

    ““Wait, so death is like… an actual person?”

    “Yep, you got it. It took a while for me to wrap my head around it too. She’s actually quite kind, though she’s downright terrifying when she needs to be.” Mercury exchanged a look of shock and awe with Blade. Certainly many of their friends would want to know about that. She was surprised it had never come up in conversation before, particularly with Ruzatz or Chishan. “Anyway, she won’t be happy to hear about this. If she has any ideas I can let you know. In the meantime, I don’t think I’ll really know how much help I can be until I’ve had a chance to study this energy and see what parallels I can find.”

    The Xocili nodded. ““We can help you go over all the research we’ve collected and get you up to speed. The only thing I’ll ask is that you provide your assistance here at Silver Wolf; we can’t let you take a sample of this to study elsewhere on your own. It’s just too dangerous, even for someone who claims to be unable to die. That, and I also need your word that you will keep this research to yourself. Maker is crafty and a threat to the universe at large, and right now he believes he had me killed. I need to know that you won’t do anything to jeopardize us.”

    “I can keep a secret. And I will. Not sure how much good my word is, technically being a dark mage at all. I’m sure trust ain’t the first thing that comes to mind. But I’ll do what I can.”

    That was good enough for Mercury. At the very least, she wasn’t getting any indication from her internal sensors that he might be lying. Giving Blade a look and a nod to convey that she was choosing to trust the man for now, she would smile up at Cillian. ““Alright then, welcome aboard. I’ll make sure you’re set up with a guest room here at the guild for as long as you need. We’ll take care of your board, too. Let’s get you caught up.”
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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos 12th October 2022, 5:57 pm

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
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    As Scourge discarded his shirt, Saffron took a moment to dismiss the sight of him as distracting, claiming that she was only truly distracted by ‘eights or higher’. The former Dread Master chuckled. “Then we share that in common,” he remarked before he pulled out the two powers from the Ark. As his muscles gained mass and strength, he had to take a short moment to adjust to the sudden weight gain, as his form was pushed past its usual physical limits. She was impressed at the sight of him, though he had a feeling that was more for the definition than anything else. He shot her a quick look before he attacked, moving at such high speed that the floor beneath him could hardly stand the push off.

    His fists peppered her stomach and torso before she had time to fully react, the force of his punches hitting solidly. His arms were moving too quickly for her to truly dodge so she just adjusted her body at each strike, aiming it so that the impacts only hit squarely on non-critical areas. But he felt something strange as he pulled his fists back, a sensation building in his magical core. Usually when one used attacks that utilized ethernano, the spare magical energy was projected into the air after the resolution of the attack. His fists were cloaked in the cowl so each punch was practically bleeding ethernano. But he couldn’t sense the dispersal of energy. It was like he was hitting a sponge. Her arm took the brunt of the first kick but his second found home, landing with far more impact than the rest of his strikes combined. She turned enough to keep herself from major damage but it still sent her a bit away from him.

    Still, the magical energy hadn’t left. It couldn’t possibly be that..? As he wondered it, he watched as an aura of magical power began to take form around her. Strength that far surpassed what she had just been at before. His eyes went wide in astonishment… and realization. “Son of a bitch…” he said softly, even as his own dark orbs met her newly shining golden ones. She was absorbing and utilizing the magical energy. She had Energy Monarch, or at least something akin to it. He didn’t even have time to look over at Vandrad for confirmation as Saffron taunted him once more and then was upon him again, having shot herself at him with renewed strength and speed. He didn’t even see her at first and was only aware of her close presence when the first couple of strikes landed against him. Quickly, he released the restraint level of the Cowl to level four, his muscles bulging further. With the newer power doubler, he was able to reorient and begin a proper defense, blocking and redirecting her attacks with his hands. Mixing the Cowl with Flowing Form, a water demon lord’s fighting technique, he could put up a proper defense by transferring her strength away while smoothly slipping through her own protection to land critical strikes.

    But she wasn’t attempting to dodge; she took every blow, absorbing the magic he used to increase his own physical strength and making it hers. Within moments, he had to release to restraint level three, his body pushed to yet another plane of strength and strain. But he switched to a fully defensive stance, knocking her attacks away without reciprocating. Yet even that was going to fuel her absorption. What were the chances? How was it that she had come to Fairy Tail and Vandrad had discovered her? The odds had to be astronomical. He couldn’t help but chuckle, turning into a full laugh as he realized why the former prince had set up this particular spar. Clever bastard. Clever girl.

    Scourge was more than impressed. She was going to push him to release another restraint level and he wasn’t quite sure he would be able to handle it for very long. So instead, he decided to bring the spar to a quick end. In one swift motion, he released his restraint level down to one, his form massive with pure muscle and forced speed. He utilized the speed to dip under her strikes and kick his leg out to knock her own feet out from under her. As he shot back to his feet, he released the Cowl, his red aura disappearing. But in one swift motion, his Gold Empowerment swallowed him up, his hair flashing and growing as longer if not as longer hers. He brought himself around while she hung in the air and slammed his fist into her stomach with all the force behind his Empowerment, aiming to send her crashing into the ground with enough strength to carve a wound in the false fighting ring.

    It would be enough to overwhelm her absorption, or so he hoped. Once he was sure she was down and out, he slowly walked over to her resting place. Standing over her, his Empowerment was released, reverting him back to his base form. His body was covered in red splotches that would surely turn into bruises and welts in the next few hours. His muscles had reverted back to their normal physique, though the veins were still protruding over his arms and neck. A shit-eating, all-too-amused grin covered his face as he held a hand down for her to take so he could help her up. “Well done,” he complimented her. “For a moment there, I was almost worried.” Counting that she took it, he would hoist her to her feet. “I can see why your mentor was amused at the thought of putting me up against you blindly. A brilliant prank.”

    Vandrad was standing a few feet away, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You interrupted her training. You earned yourself a bit of a workout.”

    “That I did,” Scourge said with a grin as he looked back to Saffron. “Your ability is similar to the magic I was just using, Hade’s Cowl but superior. You were able to absorb magical energy into you and use it to strengthen your own physical form. How astounding to meet someone else with Energy Monarch.”

    "It isn’t,” Vandrad replied. "It seems to be a variation, well within the same family but it deserves its own name.”

    “Well, no one better than the user to name it, I suppose,” Scourge admitted as he examined his body. “It’s not the quickest I’ve gone from being beaten up after meeting someone. Still, it’s not bad.” He shot her an impish look. “Maybe next time you’ll actually force me to try just a bit higher.”

    "She is still my student. You aren’t allowed to try and snipe her out from under me just because she interests you,” Vandrad retorted.

    Scourge rolled his eyes. “The thought never crossed my mind.” But even as he said that, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card, holding it out to Saffron. “But should you ever feel the compulsion to get a different side of training. Or if you’re just looking for some excitement -- I can’t imagine Vandrad offers too many thrilling adventures as part of his tutelage.”





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    Saffron Remington

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    Post by Saffron Remington 12th October 2022, 7:24 pm



    COME AT ME AND YOU'LL SEE
    I'M MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE

    --- YOU THINK THAT YOU'LL BREAK ME, YOU'RE GONNA FIND IN TIME ---
    There was a split second as their eyes met where she could see the realization dawning on his face, the sudden knowledge of what her magic actually was – or at least, the vein in which it laid. He barely had a moment to breathe out his astonishment before she sprang, her fists driving home into his unprotected torso several times before his body finally caught up to his mind. She watched as his muscles beefed up even more, the man surely peeling away layers of carefully crafted inhibitors meant to keep his abilities controlled in order to keep up with her rapidly increasing power and speed. He briefly was able to put up a defense, countering her attacks and putting up an even fight, but with each returned strike Saffron absorbed more of his kinetic energy and continued to grow, forcing him to continue rising to meet her.

    It didn’t take long for him to put together that she was deliberately not dodging his attacks, which was expected. Saffron knew that this was not a spar she would win, and she had gone into the fight with that expectation. The only thing she wanted, the only victory she could get, was to make him eat his words and force him into an empowerment. When he switched to being fully defensive, the blonde knew that he was attempting to work out a strategy, trying to find some way around her ability to turn her strength into a weakness. And the only way he would be able to do that was to well and truly overpower her beyond her body’s ability to utilize the energy output. She knew it, Vandrad knew it, Scourge knew it, and unless he wanted to be at the spar the rest of the day to test one another’s endurance he would have to give her what she wanted.

    With one last burst of power he maxed out his bulked form, using his heightened speed to knock her feet out from under her. Time seemed to practically slow down as she watched him drop the Cowl to slip into his gold empowerment, hovering over her with his fist reared back. She grinned. “Gotcha.”

    And then it was lights out for the briefest of moments. She didn’t even remember getting hit or forming a crater in the arena floor. Her vision was gray and hazy for a few seconds as she laid there, her ears ringing as the charged energy finally trickled out and released itself peacefully from her worn and battered body. Yet despite that, as light began to filter back into her vision, she had a huge grin on her face. She started laughing, only for the sound to quickly be choked by a groan as the pain started settling in. “Uuuugh, I’m gonna be feeling that the rest of the week…”

    As her vision started to clear, Scourge’s silhouette peered over her, the man sporting just as pleased of an expression as he offered her a hand up and complimented her efforts. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. If you’re gonna shove your silver tongue all the way up my ass, at least buy me dinner first.” She brushed him off with dismissive amusement, even as she shakily took the offered hand and allowed him to help her up to her feet. The two men proceeded to banter a bit with one another while Saffron focused on regaining her equilibrium, the woman a little unsteady on her feet but more or less able to hold herself upright.

    Vandrad explained that it was in the same field of magic as Energy Monarch, but not exactly the same. Rather it was something unique, like a more focused subset of the power that was, as far as any of them were aware, entirely new and unknown to the world at large, deserving of its own name. “I’ve actually been thinking about it for a while,” she admitted, doing her best not to nurse her wounds like a sissy and to stand up straight. “We talked about what to call it some time ago, and the idea’s been running through my mind ever since. It’s related to Energy Monarch, but not as… all encompassing. We didn’t really know enough about it at first to have any idea what to call it, but… I think I’ve settled on Energy Barbarian.”

    Scourge commented on his record from getting beaten up after meeting someone, which Saffron apparently hadn’t managed to break though by the sounds of it had been close. He was also riddled with dark red marks that were sure to be bruises to remember her by for some time. He was already talking about a next time, to which Vandrad made it clear that Scourge wasn’t allowed to try and swipe her for training just because she was some shiny new novelty on his radar. The former Dread Master dismissed the notion even as he pulled out… “A business card? Seriously?” How could someone be so cool and so lame at the same time?

    She accepted it all the same, though the look on her face was incredulously amused as he invited her to contact him in the future if she felt like it, either for additional training or “excitement.” Saffron rolled her eyes, tucking the card inside a compartment on her arm. “Yeah, sure buddy, I’ll get right on that.” Still, there was a smirk on her face. She raised up her fist for a humorous bump. “Anyway, thanks for the fight dude. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve decided my training is done for today. I’m going to go spend the rest of my life in an ice bath.”
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