End To An Era [Plot] [Open]

Primo entered Era and looked at what was going on. A burning city and other things  and saw Nightken Flame on his forehead and Primo walked forward and saw a trail of rune Knights on the ground dead and followed it. Primo saw Rune knight approaching so he hid behind a pillar and then ran faster and the stopped as he saw a man fighting off rune knights and he looked like he was wondering about someone and Primo said,"HEYYY!" Primo knew he was about to start a fight then said,"So, what ya doin here?" Primo looked staring into his eye and then said,"well." Primo had his holograms on and they all attacked him and Primo sat down on a pillar waiting.

There was no reasoning with this woman it seemed. As she got up she instantly made a move to once again try to punch him, he fixation on trying to get in a jab was rather annoying. As she quickly closed the gap between the two Faust took the blow to the gut, this caused him to temporarily lose his breath and stumble back a few feet. A small bit of blood dripped from his mouth. As he regained his composure he noticed the woman was flying off into deeper in the fortress. Kyll was really starting to wear his patience thin. He stood there watching her go, he could run in after her but ran the risk of dealing with the Rune Knights. After he lost sight of the woman he bite hit lip muttering a few cuss words under his breath and leaped down from the rubble of the destroyed cannon right into the den of the knights. As he fell down to the ground level a black and golden lightning would become present from the ring on his right hand. By the time he had landed to the ground a long black and golden spear was now present with Faust. The inside of the base was filled with rubble from the initial blast from the dragon above, dead corpses lined the floor, the smell of blood was thick in here. He heard the claimer of metal all around him, no doubt the Rune Knights were in a state of disarray. Who would ever had expected a monstrous beast like the King of Dragons to actually attack the Magic Council’s Head Quarters. Faust proceeded into the base with a bit of caution, he followed the scent of Kyll but the blood splattered everywhere made it somewhat difficult to pin point her exact path. As he stood there on the ground level a sudden gust of wind entered the building from outside, he knew not what caused it but kept his guard up just in case an enemy was lurking nearby.

After a few twist and turns in the hallways he unfortunately ran into a small group of soldiers. “Stop right there! Put down the weapon or we will be forced to take action.” Faust rolled his eyes. He started running right towards them, as he did this a black and gold lightning would cover his entire body. The necklace that he wore would shed and become the Black Jester, a powerful and mythical armor that his father had so generously given him as he left the frozen waste land that he called home for so many years. As the armor formed around him Faust became a blur to the men. He would spin the spear around quickly, a quick slice to the throat to one man, a jab to the side to another, while he would sweep his feet along the ground to the third man causing him to fall. As the three men fell, one being surely dead, one bleeding out to death, the third at Faust mercy, he would hold the spear right that the uninjured man. “Where the hell is the person called Harland?!” It was the only question he knew to ask about this place, for that was the name that Kyll had screamed out earlier. The man looked at Faust and turned to look at his allies who were no longer going to be able to help him in any situation. The Rune Knight seemed to be a t a lose for words, Faust was going to have to motivate him a bit more. He quickly spun Titan’s Spear jamming it right into the man’s leg. He let out a howl of pain and a whimper. Once again Faust postioned the spear at his neck. “Now I am going to only ask one more time before I lose my temper….Where the fuck is this Harland.”

The guard started crying, it seemed that he had no idea what was going on, nor the little patience Faust had left for his miserable life. The man opened his mouth causing a mess of sounds to escape, it sounded like a small child too upset to even remember how to comprehend words. “Suit yourself, enjoy death.” The spear went right through the man’s throat and popped out the back side. Faust put his foot on the corpse and quickly pulled out the spear. His determination to find Kyll was pushing his limits, he was not going to be able to contain his rather sadistic side much longer. He quickly made his way back to hunting for the woman, running down the halls at a high speed until the smell of something burning and a large amount of blood caused him to stop. In front of him was a made duel wielding two blades of fire, slashing and hacking at a wave of Rune Knights. The man’s back was turned to Faust so he doubted that he would notice him arriving at first. He stood there watching the man’s art work in awe. Though fire normally made him feel very uneasy he could tell by the man’s action of murdering Rune Knights he would not be the enemy that this man wanted to waste time on.


HP 80%?
Magic 80%
Titan Spear magic: 90%
Black Jester magic: 70%

Nightken flew up as the golem toppled and crumbled to pieces, dodging the falling rocks he noticed a few flying demons and some on the ground fighting the Rune Knights. That's when he quickly saw the fire tornado sucking everything around it up. Staying away from the area around it he started to fly towards a group of six demons that had three Rune Knights surrounded. Moving at full speed he sliced two of them in half as they slid apart his wings dissipated. Wielding his Nidai Kitetsu he was prepared to take on these demons and quickly went in to slay another one of them, but the other four jumped towards him. Once they came within ten feet of him he used his Discharge spell along with his Stunning Lash. When the demons fell out of the air they had surges of electricity going around their bodies causing them to be stunned and helpless. "You three got this right?" He asked the three knights. "Y-Yeah and if you're going to try helping any one else follow the trail of the dead." One of the Rune Knights said.

Following the trail of bodies he found several more demons fighting Rune Knights and other mages. He decided to take care of all these nearby demons and started to run towards them and using his lightning body he quickly sliced them all before they could see what happened. "Their was more than I was expecting." He said as he sheathed his sword and started to help the injured get to safety. When he went to help the flame on his forehead went out and was a bit winded from all that he did in the past few minutes.

HP: 100%
Magic: 70%

Dryaw slashed his sword trough nothing ness as the girl already moved again. It seemed she had turned into water and moved away. She is fast I got to get away before she counter attacks. He was thinking but it was already to late. He felt a kick in to his face and got thrown back a bit. Luckily this made him dodge the second attack halfly and a cut on his arm. Blood was staining his clothing as it poured out of the wound. She was trying to aim a last knee blast at his ribs but he pulled his zweihander just in time in front of it and blocked the attack. Tough he got pushed back again as the sword was too heavy to get it so quickly without any drawbacks. He staggered a bit as she stepped back a bit away from him. she is pretty close tough. But he was getting in trouble she was too fast for him at the moment. His blade was strong but to slow in her currently state. What should he do what would the gods do.

Show what happens if you devile the gods. Show what true faith is capable of. It was time to show this evil person the true meaning of faith. It had been a while that he tested him so far. Something like this he would only do for the special fallen ones. He looked at her as dark tentacles were ready to pick on her soul. She was not dark yet not completely yet. maybe she could be saved maybe not. It was not his place to decide that. The gods would save her if she was worth saving. But she was definitely tainted by the darkness of the dark guilds. Trying to kill him without remorse. Aiding murderers in their resolve. It seemed to far already to be turned. Well he shoudldn’t be discussing this to himself. He stoot up again from the hits and threw his blade up in the air. He then spit some blood out of his mouth. While his blad started to disamble he started to talk to the girl.

“Your resolve is defintly strong. You hit me quite good there. But there is one big difference between us. Evil people are always scared to lose something. Scared to die as they know they have nothing awaiting them in death. While I am the chosen one. I received power of the gods. When it is my turn to die one of the gods will fall and I shall take his place like it has been told. My faith is stuck as it is the god’s will to do this. Other people of my religion have a paradise waiting where they can feast and fight without pain or death. While evil people will be remembered of the pain they did on the pillars of judgment high on the mountains.”, he said with a clear and quick voice. The sword was dissembled and fell down as he raised his right arm in to the air. The pieaces formed over his arm till It had made a cannon form. He aimed it still in the sky and light started to get sucked in a second later a big beam was fired into the air. Clouds started to twister around the beam as it hit the moon. Dryaw just started to walk towards her slowly as the moon started to brim gold.

“Now my friend let us be struck by their judgment and let the light bring us to paradise. In my blind faith I shall throw my live. In my blind faith I shall show you why they picked me. Now you will be colored in the light with me.”, he shouted out and jumped up crashing his canon arm in to the ground right in front of her. In the mean time the moon had gathered all the energy in a sphere in front of it. the beam blasted of at the moment when dryaw hit the ground with his cannon arm. It only took a split second for the light hit the place where he punched his arm in. for a second there was nothing. A silence before the storm. But then a sphere started to form in the location it hit. It grew and destroyed evryhtign in its path as a huge sphere of 35 yards of pure holy energy was made around the inmpact place. The sound of the destruction sounded like angels playing on a harp. As the light faded from the explosion a huge crater was left and in the middle Dryaw was bowing. “As it is that only the evil will be perished by the light.”, he calmly said as he awaited for the dust to clear and see hwo his opponent looked like.

in the mean time at celenis place:

Celine was badly hurt as a kind of wyvren had struck at her location. she was curshing as half of her chest was open from the slash. she wouldn't die not yet. a demi god wouldn't die like this. but this fight was over for her. she hoped that dryaw would take care of himself. as she turned her horse around and started to run for the mountains. as she was riding away a huge flash was seen behind her. while explosions lit era on whell it was actualy one big fire tornado. the dragon hanging still above era. this was one major event in history playing out.

hp: 85%
mana: 60%

Lance stood on top of the building and suddenly got hot he looked behind him to see Simon approaching him yelling at him about the fire. Lance grimaced "I don't know what the hell is wrong with it, hell I don't even know what caused it. Anyway join me or not but I have a feeling something is coming at us fast." Lance said as he closed his eyes ready to jump off the edge and embrace his fate "Embrace the darkness.... Fear the light..... You are not good" A voice inside of Lance said to him. Lance took a deep breath and when he opened his eyes he saw a sword in his hand. The sword had a purple and black aura swirling around it. Lance looked at it and smirked "Hey Simon watch my back I may need your help!" Lance said as he jumped down and was caught by Draco who flew him closer to the hooded figure "Who the hell are you?" Lance said even though Lance didn't know who he was he did feel that it wasn't good to be around him. "You attack me I will not hesitate to fly higher and out of reach!" Lance said taking deep breaths trying not to be scared because he knew as soon as he did he would let "it" have control. His sword glowed purple and his eyes shone golden. It is true that he was a little bit nervous around this man but he had to deal with it. He looked at the girl who he had seen on multiple accounts around his guild then he looked at Ren who he had met earlier in Era. He got scared and flew higher up "I am not going to fall for anything!"

Dead and unconcious bodies lined the corridors. Most of them were rune knights, but some appeared to be other members of the magic council's staff. It seemed that whoever had come through had killed or knocked everyone that got in their way. Killing was not Zack's style unless he had to. He preferred to let people he beat live so 1. they knew they were beaten and 2. they might come back stronger next time and provide him another fun fight. Even if he had to kill he wouldn't kill so many so recklessly. He hoped it was just one person so he could bring them down and make them pay though it seemed they had some restraint as some were still alive. He could of stayed and helped them, but right now taking out the source seemed a better idea. He dashed through the halls looking about, following the trail of bodies. A lot of them had cauterized cut wounds and several were burning. Some were groaning, still awake, which did impress him slightly.

Eventually, he came to the same ornate door that Yugi had so recently blasted through. There were about twenty unconcious knights on the other side, but it seemed they had been burned rather than cut. He was definitely going to be up against a fire mage, which wasn't good when most of his spells got fucked up or hurt him when hit by fire. Still, if the man was a sword fighter he'd be an interesting opponent. Screams rent the halls and there was a strong smell of smoke. The lightsworn behind him appeared to have been set on fire after he passed. A remote burning spell. That was not good. Eventually he came upon the man who like himself had an eyepatch.

"Hey there. You the one responsible for the cannon? Nice bit of work there. Fighting through all these rune knights and barely a scratch on you too. Very impressive." Zack said assuming a fighting stance a long sword in each hand. It was mostly defensive, but with the option of turning to offense in an instant. "Anyway, enough of the pleasantries. Fancy a real challenge?" The demonic aura of wind that surrounded him faded so now it was a battle of skill and magic without his buffs. Ah well, that would make things more interesting. Based on the analysis he got via his eyepatch this guy was a fire-make mage that was S rank. A challenge indeed. This was going to be in a word: fun.

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Meanwhile outside the tornado was still raging. It was generating a massive searing heat. Several demons had been sucked into it and were being burned, cut and generally beaten to pieces. It was demon slaying wind afterall with the added bonus of fire. Still, there was the potential for other people to be sucked in. A fire demon slayer would get a tasty meal if they ate it. Probably enough for them to go force.

cooldowns and durations:

Daemon sr. called off the troops he made out of the shadows and slowly lifted his hood with a smile. " Just figured I'd say hello to the man who happened to find my son first thank you for keeping him alive until now." Daemon sr. stated as he slowly pulled out a pack of smokes and took out a silver lighter with a crescent moon and a howling wolf printed on it. Daemon quickly proceeded to light the smoke only to receive a slap to the back of his head as a figure slipped out of the shadows behind him.

"Darling what did I say about you smoking in public nows not the time to act macho come on " a feminine voice stated as she glared at her husband as she pulled him back into the shadows before they got hurt but she accidently drops a note just before thy completely vanish written in Daemon's hand writing the note reads. "Mother the mad king rages at the council may Sei ryu and Luna protect you ". The letter is then carried away by the wind lost forever.

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Daemon jr. having failed to reached Acnologia's back landed on a balcony in the council building. Lunos landed next to him while Jin had nearly fallen off the edge but was caught by Daemon. Daemon pulled him to safety and patted his back as they shifted back into normal. "Jin head to the council room and escort the members to safety." Jin nodded and jumped down to the ground below and headed towards the council chambers. Daemon and lunos were beginning to leave when the shadows around him quickly conjoined to create portal where his parents slipped out of and smiled at their son who looked at them shocked. "Father ,, Mother why are you here ? " He asked completely confused .

"You attack me and I will not hesitate to fly higher and out of reach." Simon couldn't help but face palm, that was honestly the least threatening threat he had ever heard. Lance had told him to back him up but the ground was very much on fire limiting Simon's mobility insanely because of said inferno not to mention he couldn't even see who Lance was talking to through the fire. The military genius of the Knighthunter family would never cease to amaze Simon. Regardless Simon tried to keep an eye on Lance, make sure nothing came at him from behind, and it was because of this Simon received one of his worst thrashings to date. A bolt of magic came soaring at Lance from Acnologia's direction, worried about his guild mate's well being Simon jumped at the magic bolt using his God Leg magic and as soon as he was in range he called out "Metallic Demon's Law Abiding Silver Gun!" and fast as a blink Simon's right leg converted into a guillotine blade and he brought it down hard on the magic bolt from the side. Thus began the most painful minute of Simon's life.

The bolt exploded on contact the blast harming Simon severely despite his armored skin and sent him spiraling through the air for a short distance, as soon as he though the worst was over the metallic demon slayer learned that Acnologia had left him a gift too. Something struck him in the back and Simon could only assume it was akin to the bolt that had been coming after Lance, but this one hurt a ton more. A direct hit the bolt pierced through his armored hide and hit Simon directly before exploding with it's hellish pay load. The blast sent Simon straight skyward before he would come falling down toward the ground crashing with a crash leaving a small creator around where he layed. His Metallic Demon Slayer magic had the unfortunate side effect of supernaturally increasing Simon's weight only worsening the collision with the ground. His head was spinning and his body ached, he could only think to say "Fuck that hurt."
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Health: 15%
Mana: 80%

Magic Usage Log:
-Armored Hide: Destroyed, 6 post cool down
-Law Abiding Silver Gun: 10% magic consumed, 3 post cool down

Damage Log:
-First Acnologia Bolt: Indirect Hit, B-Rank Explosion, 25% base damage, 50% resisted by armored hide, 15% total damage
-Second Acnologia Bolt: Direct Hit, A-Rank Explosion, 50% total damage
-Ground Impact: 10% damage.

Doppio's expression hardened as he saw his attack being nullified by the man, who created some kind of creature out of it that... Ate the orbs he had sent both after Acnologia and Warden. Now, THIS was troublesome.

However, his punch did hit it's target. But little did it matter, the man blocked it with his very forefront and it didn't even budge the slightest.

"Sorry child, but you're one hundred years too early to fight on my scale,"

"...Maybe so.", said Doppio through King Crimson with an horribly disturbing voice that seemed to emanate an unfathomable evil, "But that won't keep I, Diavolo, from stepping up to challenge the odds, as adverse as they may be."

"We shall meet again...", and just like that, King Crimson vanished as the man himself left the scene.

Unfortunately, there was one last problem for Doppio to deal with, the loud, obnoxious Fury, Garoth. Somehow, it seemed to be aware of his general direction, noticed Doppio as he observed the scene with KC's eyes from within one of the many useless bubbles he had released before, however, having stolen his image, smell, capacity to produce sounds and even his magical presence, he couldn't pinpoint his exact position at all. Therefore...

Suddenly, Doppio appeared right in front of Garoth, King Crimson appearing right behind him. Strangely, despite the tremendous difference of raw power between the two and  the threats and killing intent Garoth exuded, Doppio didn't seem worried in the slightest, going as far as to look right into Garoth's eyes with a steely passion, a tranquil blaze that not him nor his dark master could ever hope to snuff out.

And so, he taunted the demon in a silent way, telling him to come get him with everything he had. What was Doppio thinking?!, His invisibility was the only thing keeping him alive!, Had the young lion lost hope?, Had he given up the fight?... Or could it be... Did Doppio have a plan to defeat the fearsome Fury?!


Without saying anything, Doppio turned and gave his back to the enemy, that immediately proceeded to attack him with a punch so powerful it would surely knock him out, or even kill him if he was unlucky.

However, as soon as the fist came into contact with him, it would phase through him and King Crimson. "Useless." said King Crimson, taking a step towards towards Garoth completely unafraid, "It's useless, useless, useless... No matter how strong you are, I'll always be a step ahead.", it calmly said before fading away alongside the 'Doppio' Garoth had attacked and that was but the image of himself Doppio had stolen earlier, releasing it in the air at a safe distance and sending King Crimson with it, since it was his soul and the bearer of his magical presence now that he had stolen it from himself, thus making a perfect bait undistinguishable from the real thing.

Meanwhile, the real Doppio dropped soundlessly to wards the floor, however, from the corner of his eye saw Acnologia firing a volley of energy blasts one of them homing in him!... If that thing hit him, he'd be done for, and time was though he still had time to react, the blast was coming at dangerous speeds.

Now it was the time for the truth. The stakes were high and he had to go all in if he wanted to make it. Psyched up, he used his analytical capabilities to examine his options in a fraction of a second... He had no means to dodge such a spell and he had no blocking capabilities, so he had to find a lateral solution, so he thought about how the spell spell worked... The dragon hadn't seen or perceived him in any way, so the spell hadn't been manually fixed on its targets, it automatically tracked them somehow, and that somehow was most likely through tracking magical auras. Now,he had stolen his own one before, but since like all things stolen went to the world within King Crimson and KC was his soul, perhaps Acnologia's spell still could track him even though it couldn't sense him.

'Hmph', thought Doppio, searching in his pocket in search of something, anything. An anything that happened to be a bitten pretzel   '... What's this doing here?', he thought to himself. Whatever, he kind of had more important stuff to deal with at the moment!

Generating a Give bubble, Doppio transposed his magical aura to the pretzel, throwing it towards Garoth as a final goodbye present. Immediately, the spell changed its trajectory going right towards the pretzel and Garoth.

Doppio's blast would hit the Fury alongside his own one, which would cause a massive explosion (through which the damage would escalate to A x2 +B or even A x3) as Doppio hit the floor, turning his head up and striking a pose as he put his left hand on his lower waist, thrusted his pelvis forward and touching his right temple with the index and heart fingers from his right hand, waking a waving motion. "Arrivederci", he said a second before the explosion from the colliding blasts occurring and then walking away. He had wasted enough magical power here already.


Choosing to get away from the dragon for now, Doppio found himself wondering through flaming streets of the city, in a place where the demons had already left, since there wasn't anything left to ravage anymore. Houses where burnt down and the streets were littered with hundreds of corpses and chunks of them, however, Doppio payed them no mind. He had released everything he'd stolen from himself, since there was no point anymore, this streets were a perfect place to come and just wait for your maná to refill without being disturbed... Or so thought Doppio.

Suddenly, as he turned around the corner, he saw a petite girl woth blonde hair just 15 meters away from him. Unfortunately, there was no use becoming invisible again. She had seen him and was looking directly at Doppio.

The boy in turn just turned to face her head on, studying her with his many pupils but avoiding appearing too threatening. "Answer, who are you?", he said with a neutral tone.


OOC: Well, now that that's done, how about a little spar against me and Hidate/Lance, Sukiro >:3?, A C Rank vs 2 D Ranks should be pretty balanced, right?

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HP: 100%
MP: 70% -10% = 60%


Diavolo:

Passive abilities used:
-- Release (weight, image)

Spells used:
-- N/A

Cooldowns:
-- Steal I: 1 posts
-- Give: 2 posts


Doppio:

Passive abilities used:
-- N/A

Spells used:
-- Give

Cooldowns:
-- Steal I: 1 posts
-- Give 3

Trish:

-- N/A

Faust watched carefully as the man with duel wielding flame swords carved up the knights, a feat that Faust admired. A grin crossed his face. He noticed the sound and smell of another creeping into the room. The man seemed to think that nobody was watching him, what a dunce. He ran like a small child hiding behind pillars that were already near in ruin. He instantly gave himself away by talking to the flame sword wielding man, either a brave or very stupid move. A few images of the man broke away from the original and charged the sword man as a single one stayed back sitting down. Faust just let out a small pfft. The man was only 10 meters away if that, while the man with the swords was about 20 meters away. Faust took off rushing the man sitting down. His speed would have him on top of him within 1/3 of a second giving absolutely no time for the man to be able to get up from his position and dodge. Faust would attempt to stab the man right in the chest cavity, right near the heart if possible. The spear would practically pierce right through to the vital organ if stuck which Faust was sure would happen, this would be a near killing blow and probably leave the man in mortal danger if not treated immediately. Faust had no real reason for striking the man other than he saw that he was attempting to do harm to the one that was killing the Rune Knights, maybe offing the annoying fly might get him into somewhat good graces with the sword man and he would not have to worry about fleeing for his own life.

As this would occur the wind in the corridor would greatly increase. The scent of yet another entered the area along with the echo of their voice. Unlike the one that was about to be skewered by Faust this one seemed powerful and deadly. Faust hoped that it would be dealt with by the fire mage while this insect was handled by him, if the hologram casting mage was taken out he could possible help the fire mage against the wind one but that would be a battle at a higher caliber then Faust had been in before. Chasing after Kyll might get him killed in the long run. He was rather annoyed that he actually had to chase after her but if this all played out well it could lead Faust onto bigger and better things. Outside a monstrous attack was unfolding. The dragon had attempted to kill any mage that was in its master’s path. Neimo quickly flew up into the sky out running the blast, a quick 90 degree turn would throw the blast right off of his path. The wyvern was getting rather impatient with his master’s disappearance. He wondered if the man was even alive still, the battle below was getting rather sticky and he had not want to be there too much longer if he could help it.

Sinali was on a mission. An important mission for her guild. She walked through the rooms of the council looking for one of five people. Which of the five she found didn't matter. She was the perfect infiltration member considering the situation. She looked ragged and half dead. She'd purposefully cut herself up a little so she looked even a bit more ragged than usual. Her blind eye was closed as if it was stuck together. She'd even had a little bit of blood smeared across it to make it looked as if it really was stuck together. A perfect disguise for this infiltration.

Screams and blood had been all she could hear and smell, but she tried to remain focused. It was incredibly incredibly difficult. "Somebody help me." she whimpered. "Where's my mummy and daddy?" It was then she saw a man in the distance. He looked old, but he matched the basic description she'd been given by Father. Not the one she hoped to find. She'd never pretended to be an old man, but it would be fine. "Mister. Can you help me?"

As the battle continued Harland took notice that a new player has entered the battlefield. As he came down with engulfed with flames, this man rushed through the barrage from the cannons as if is was nothing more then an extreme game of catch.
But as Harland let some of the the cannons barrels took aim at this man, he suddenly came to realize that he had made a mistake there. Because tartarus mage had taken the opportunity in a rather unexpected matter.

He entered through the barrel of the cannon, blasting through it like hell fire itself. And that moment Harland knew that this mistake would probably cost him his live. And not to mention to others who would fall by his onslaught.
But as Harland sensed and felt the trembling from one of the giant barrels crash down, he heard a sudden unexpected voice.
Suddenly a few meters from him stood a rather young girl, probably not older then 7 years. But focussed on the battle at hand Harland didn't know what threat this young girl actually was.
In matter of fact he thought that she was one of the citizens that was evacuated to the Council Headquarters.

"Girl, It's not safe over there!.'
The young girl was standing in the opening of the door, which was currently one of the most dangerous places to be. Because if a dark mage would dare to target him. Then he would come blasting through that door.
'Get over here! Under my might I will safeguard you!'

Mel looked over at the girl. Her eyes opened. Harland was too far from her for him to save her. The girl held an aura that was not right. "COUNCILMAN HARLAND!" Mel shouted. It felt like slow motion to her as she ran straight for Harland. "IT'S NOT SAFE! DON'T GARD HER!" She screamed. What ever was about to happen, was about to happen and Mel was too far away to do anything about it.

The young girl ran into his arms. He had made it too easy for her. Her plan would be easier now. The warning that had come from Mel was too late. As soon as she was beneath his arms she stood for a moment and spoke. "Thank you mister old man." and then suddenly she lunged biting into his throat and ripping it out with her teeth, or a sizeable chunk of it at least. She looked over at mel. The girl who had warned Harland too late. She was still chewing on the flesh. Then as she finished she spoke. "Mister old man is sleeping. Shhhhh!" She looked at the girl quizzically tilting her head. "Do you want to sleep too?"

She walked towards the girl slowly tilting her head from side to side. "Do you want to sleep lady?" her voice was exactly like a child's should be and the question seemed innocent enough. But when combined with the blood dripping from her lips it was very very creepy.

Kyll was too late. Her eyes gazed before her. Harland bleeding out... on the floor. Kyll's eyes opened revealing the green glow to them. She had never felt such rage in her life. "HARLAAAAAAAAAAND! NO!" Screeched out of her vocal chords. Her cry for her dear father figure was so loud that it seemed like she could out scream Acnologia. Her voice echoed across the halls. Kyll gripped a fist and flew at the little girl who had murdered her 'sort of' friend. She stopped right in front of her with a vengeful look on her. Her eyes began to burn with in the girl's soul. "You've made a grave mistake little girl." Immediately after her words she sent a foot straight for her chin knocking her out of the room and into the corridors. Kyll knelt down to Harland. There was blood every where. She took her gloves off to hold his hand and check his slowing pulse. "Harland! Harland! Hold on! It's okay! You're not going to die, not on me!" She screamed. Her right hand was revealed to Mel. Tears began to form as images of her life began to flow back into her head. "Harland!" Everything was rushing to her head, but there was one face she could see and she remembered it. "Harland! I'm so sorry! I'm so so sorry!" Kyll cried putting her left hand up to her nose. "It was all a lie! Everything!" Her nose began to bleed. "I can't say how I felt about Harry, but it's a lie! I couldn't be around him for some reason! I'm so sorry!"

Daemon jr. after  hearing someone scream  from the council room used the shadows to rush into the room noticing that the council member Harland was bleeding to death as a small dark mage was looking at Lady Kyll with hell fire in his eye Daemon pulled the small child into a choke hold making sure to avoid her teeth as he held death whisper in his right  hand  pointing it at the child throat . "Allow me madam to take of this rabble ." With a calm voice  Daemon held the struggling child in his grip as is mother and father quickly rushed in after him along with Lunos.

Daemon Senior slowly walked over to Harland and kneeled. Lord Harland lady Kyll please forgive me If I was a second faster we could have stopped this As Daemon finished Jin rushed into the room to see lord Harland dying on the floor.

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Daemon Jr. looked down to Old man Harland and mumbled a small prayer for Harland and used the shadows behind the girl to bind her in place then slowly daemon took out his grimorie bible and opened it to recite a prayer for Harland's soul asking for Luna to take his soul to the afterlife where he can rest in peace

As soon as his throat was ripped out she ran up to Harland. Immediately the little girl asked her to play, but a mage, no Kyll Vie, came in and kicked the little girl across the room. Mel's eyes opened wide as Kyll's kicked seemed just like a starting kick for a foot ball game. Mel shook her head and brought her attention to Harland. Mel was rather exhausted from using up her magic. She gently put him down with his head in her lap. "You've always been so stupid," Mel said gently with moving his hair aside. To everyone else they saw an old decrepid man, but to Mel she saw Harland in his prime. She smiled warmly. "I wanted to die before you Old Man... Harland." Tears started to swell. She was about to start crying until she saw Kyll's hand. The seal was broken. She's been marked... Mel sighed. "Lady Crawford," Mel looked at Kyll. "You do not need to blame yourself. Harland Crawford, your son, Harrigan Crawford is still alive. I wanted to report this to you before these events, but I believe these will be better parting words. Your son is still alive. You have no need to find him in the after life. Also you can leave this world knowing that your daughter in law is NOT a murderer."

Dryaw looked at the girl as she started to spout out her ideas. How uneducated they were. No god show dare she even think that. This woman was more than evil. She was a disbeliever. The worst kind of person in existence. Something that wasn’t even meant to live. He would destroy her. No he would completely purge her from the face of earth. Nothing would stop him. he couldn’t even think straight anymore. His face started to glow as he was in a trance of justice and execution. The ground broke of the pure force he was building up. nobody could stop his rage now. Nobody would calm him down without knocking him out of his senses. The mage had done it. she had angered the one man who couldn’t be contained. Tough she was not weak so she could show a good fight. That’s what happened after her speech. She disappeared again and before dryaw could react as he was stil to busy glowing from rage he got hit in his back and throw away. She then jumped in to the air and was about to release a spell. Dryaw threw his hands on his shoulders and started to chant to his gods.

“ Oh Calior you were the father of the elements now cast your mantel of protection over me so I can walk trough it with no problem.”, he had just finished his last word or a golden bubble popped up and protected him. it wouldn’t stop the blast completely but at least slow it down a bit. That would have happened if it wasn’t for acnolias spell that was flying at every mage on the battlefield. The bolt of darkness and fire exploded on the shield and both were canceled out. But now he was completely open for the roar. The water pressed against his body as he flew a couple of yards away before crashing into the ground and being pushed into it from the water pressure. His back hurt a lot as the hit had done some good damage to it. but this wasn’t enough to stop him. sure he was hurt and it did cause pain in him. but he was totally raging. From deep within his body a deeper voice started to speak as he was changing forms.

“Pesky human you don’t believe in us. You use water but do you even know who made the elements who control them. It was I calior who did now ill let you feel my power through my vessel. Let’s see how you handle my elements.”, the deep trembling voice shouted out from the deep pit dryaw was laying in. he slowly got up as a magic circle from above him went over him putting a golden avatar over his body. His face gained a mask of wood that ended in 5 small branches. Only one eye was able to look through the mask. Wind was swarming behind the mask as that was the element that was chosen. His clothes disappeared as a naked upper body was seen over his body. A raged cloth was the only thing he had around his legs and a belt with round stones on it hold it together. Four of these stones were floating around his neck with each a elemental symbol on it.

“Now wind is my power. Tough each elemental has lower Treat to me as I am the father of all elements. Now you shall bow before me and take your punishment as I am your judge as your executioner. I judge you guilty of betraying The righteous seven. I sentence you to death as a evil soul.”, he said and swung his sword around as he came out of the pit. He motioned his hand to her that she could make the first move.


hp : 75%
mana= 40%+10%(5th post)=50%

magic changed to wind and elemental damaged downed by 30% for 3 posts

P.S. you ignored the spell from Acnolia by the way

The camera showed a from behind the young girl. Showing her standing with her back towards it, while you could see Harland falling down in slow motion. With his eyes opened wide, filled with unbelief.

Which was funny because for Harland it felt that world around him was going in slow-motion, like the blood that dripped from the young girl's her mouth. Or the faint and distance screams that seemed to sound like someone was calling out to him. The next thing that Harland felt, was the floor of the council chambers that for some reason felt as cold as ice.
But as he pondered in his last moments about this question he came to a realization as he saw his breath became visible. Like it would during those cold winter days.
'Ah, I should have known... Sparrow you old fiend.. always the grand entrance huh'

Harland got pulled out of his own thought, and he saw vague faces hanging above him. Which slowly became more clear, revealing the sad faces of Mel and Kyll. And some peculiar stranger, saying some prayer. Which almost found funny, that even after everything he had done to protect this country someone would still pray for him.
'At least wait till I am gone..'

Harland would feel Mel's gentle touch on his cheek, as she laid her hand against it. Telling him about the son, that he thought was lost. To which he reacted with a smile, and with a trembling hand he would grab that of hers and as he looked into her eyes he gave her the cane. The very cane that he always walked with
'Mel, thank you for everything but I need you to do.. one last thing for me... give this to Sparrow for me will you. He know what it means..'

His words were suddenly interrupted by a rough coughing that caused him to spit up some blood. And Harland knew that he did not have much time left, he could feel his life slipping away. As he turned his head to the other side, he would stare directly into the eyes of Kyll.
'Kyll.. sorry for being such a terrible father in law...you deserved better then that...
As he said that, Harland's trembling hands grabbed something from his inner pocket. And slowly but forcefully pushed a small journal into the hands of Kyll. But without saying any further words about it.
And that was for a reason, because what was written inside that journal, was something that Kyll had find out for herself. It was information that Harland couldn't provide without taking a side.

'Now both of.. you. Do.. not waver.. for we stand strong together.. we...'
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Before he could finish his last sentence Harland's eyes closed, leaving Harland only to himself and his last thoughts.
'Sparrow..Guess.. I leave things to you then old friend..'

And with that Harland's consciousness faded into the eternal abyss, but for those who were with him in his last moments. Would say to each other, that it almost looked as if he was smiling when he passed. As if the grumpy old man finally had found peace, by being relieved of the responsibilities that life had thrown onto him.

Reserved.  [WIP]