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Post  Quaetam on Tue Dec 27, 2011 8:02 pm

Quaetam slumped backwards, hands on his head, grief in his heart, shaking as he barely held himself together. His gaze was steely, focused as it had been since Perry burst into the dining hall, but flecks of tears shone ever so slightly from within. Raya stood before him for a while, a sort of calm, pitying expression across her visage, yet an unspeakable anger visible beneath. Around them the room remained freezing, under a deathly pall that seemed to radiate from the Heirophant, betraying his emotions even as he fought to subdue them.

“I will not take your life,” Raya reiterated, “though I certainly deserve to. Hell, the others will want me to kill you without a doubt… But I’m not going to.”

There was an unusual strength in her words, something beyond the anger and pity she’d displayed so far, and this vehemence seemed to strike at him. He turned to face her and she could see the anguish in his gaze, barely hidden behind his ever-weakening façade.

“You are repentant,” she continued, “You want to make up for what you’ve done. To do that you have to live….”

“Raya, I cannot be redeemed for something that can never be forgiven, something I can never forgive myself for. I deserve to suffer for this,” said Quaetam, his voice shaky yet still measured, strong, commanding, “and death is irrevocable, as is what I’ve done. There is no undoing my actions. Kill me now, and end it.”

“NO, Q,” Raya said, resurgent anger flashing through her gaze, “You want to suffer for your sins? The only way to do that is to face them, not surrender to your deathbed. Weldar didn’t deserve what he got, but now that he’s gone it might as well not be in vain! The only way this is going to mean anything is if you fight to make it. If your words mean anything, you’ll shut up and live. If you really care about a higher purpose, you’ll keep living and fighting, even if you don’t think you can redeem yourself. If anything remains of the person you once were, you won’t crawl away and die, you’ll try to do something about it.”

Raya fell silent, breathing heavy, her eyes alight with vengeful rage, rage that seeped into her expression. For a moment she stood there, and their eyes met. Then she turned, whirled around, and left, slamming the door to the dining hall behind her.

And Quaetam was alone, shaking, on the precipice between stability and despair, between control and collapse.

He gazed at the room. The plates lay scattered about the table, some picked clean, some barely touched. He realized in a brief moment that his own was largely still intact, but felt no desire to finish his meal. The water in the cups remained frozen, the chill in the air having passed freezing point.

Then, in a rush, it all hit him.

A close friend lay dead, and by his very hand. The hate, the rage, it was justified, he knew it was. He had believed in a higher purpose, but was such a purpose worth it with these consequences? He saw Weldar dead, he saw the hate in their eyes, and what’s more, he saw the sheer condescending pity in Raya’s words, and somewhere, despite himself, he was angry. For her to speak to him as if to a child, to talk down to him and remind him of the way he’d lived his entire life, the beliefs he held better than anyone… it was infuriating, it was intolerable.

Somewhere within him he knew that the offense the idea that he’d forsaken his beliefs was impalpable.

And somewhere he knew that she was right.

And he fell from the precipice. Standing there, faced with his own actions, faced with the immense wrong of it all, with the hatred and rage of his former friends, with Raya’s pity and infuriating condescension, and his own knowledge that she was right, that she was justified…. it was too much. What had he done?

WHAT HAD HE DONE?

The icy pall in the room lifted; the frozen goblets on the table shattered into bits with a massive crackling noise that echoed through the chamber.

His mind filled with nothing but his despair at the loss of his friend, despair at what he’d done, the Heirophant collapsed, for death is irrevocable, just as, it seemed, was his shame, his despair even.

And with a cry of sheer anguish Quaetam finally, finally broke.
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Post  Fedaykin on Thu Dec 29, 2011 4:06 pm

Fed had listened carefully to Queatam's response, but he just shook his head slightly in dissapointment. What ultimatum? He hadn't demanded any decision whatsoever, the Zombie just wanted to know, what he had to expect in future. If he could trust the former Hierophant, despite the crimes he had commited. If there was something left of his good friend, anything else than the elaborate speaking. Also for someone, who was out to save, not to rule, he had quite the palace here, which sure costs a lot of money to maintain. A lot of money, that could feed the poor and prevent crimes. A well fed person doesn't need to steal.

But as soon as Quaetam mentioned killing Wyndian guards and unleashing devastating magic against people, that believed him to be their savior, something snapped inside. These people had been there to prevent Q to getting harmed. What would had been the worst they could have done to him? Bind him, bring him back and have a chat. Why not just knock them out and bugger off? He was a freaking champion, after all. This was murder. Would he be at home, the death penalty would await him. Anger was rising in the Undead...

First, forsaking his purpose in this world, wandering off to prove, that fate is not a thing that has control over him, getting royally fucked over by said fate, ending up here to realise, that the world needs a savior and then commence backstabbing into a position of power. Did the idiot even realise, that this whole shit would not have been necessary, if he had played along from the beginning? Yes, ending up in a foreign world is not exactly the most enjoyable thing to have after breakfast, but overreacting much? Yes, you need to start life anew, but falling into a depression is more likely to end your existance. Fed had honestly thought, that Q would be abble to adapt more easily. Stagnation is pain. Pain is death. Don't succumb to the absolute.

The anger opened the way to a more stunning realisation: if Quaetam had done his job, there would have been no need to summon the other forumers... the orange gaze almost pierced through their host's chest. Then, a raging goatman exploded, though not literally. If anybody would have thought, that Fed had been direct, Perry was like a cannonball to the face, in comparison. After the dutch had rushed out, the Q-Q&A continued. The Zombie groaned a little, this was becoming too much. What he needed, was something to please the Hunger, a quiet room and time to think. He would give a lot right now for his Berimbau, he missed the music so much...

Then Perry retourned, and with him, deafening silence.Whatever had been important before, it had vanished in an instant. Dragnia, Quaetam, the Dark Army... it stopped being any concern, as Fedaykin set his gaze on Weldar, auraless in Perry's arms. There was no glow around him, not a flicker inside him...the journey of his dear friend had ended.

Every emotion in the Lich vanished. He had been confronted with death before. The professonal in him acknowledged the loss, but prohibited to mourn properly right now. Fedaykin realized instantly, that an emotional breakdown awaited him in near future, though here and now, it was not the place. This was a crisis to be solved, he had to remain operational.

"You see what he's done?" ,hissed Perry "All his bullshit talk about a higher purpose and the greater good. Weldar's dead because of him. He killed him in cold blood!"

Not good. An open confrontation right now would have even more devastating effects.

"Perry, please..." was all Fed could get out before being violantly interrupted. "He's a murderer, Fed!" roared Perry "He's a complete fucking monster! Don't you dare defend him!", Perry went on.

This was not going well. As much as he understood the rage and the emotion, this was not the right place. He turned around to Raya, sending a silent plea for help to her, when suddenly...WHAM, fist to the table and a visibly enraged Raya taking charge.

"GET OUT! All of you, get out!!" She thundered with a snarl of command "You," she whirled and pointed at Quaetam, the venom unmistakable in her voice "Are staying here"

This outburst got zero fucks from Perry though, as he tried to rant on. Fed stepped in, put a hand on his friend's shoulder, looking him deep into the eyes...and it worked. Weldar still in his arms, he turned around and left. He looked around to the others, who had watched the scene unfold in silence. A nod to the door made them move, the Zombie leaving the room as last, closing the doors shut behind him.

As Fedaykin turned around, he saw, that the group had formed a half-circle around the Goatman. Everybody kept a respectful distance, as he laid Weldar's corpse down on a couch. There was silence, as nobody dared to approach or disturb the Giant, who gently held Weldar's head, putting his free hand on his shoulder, completely focused on his friend. Despite all this, Perry's body trembled. Slowly and silently, Fedaykin started walking towards both his friends, gently pushing Avalanche aside, as he passed him.

Perry's lips kept moving. In the absence of sound, the Lich understood more and more, as he kept closing the distance. The whispers told of the pain, that Perry felt. Of how cruel this world was. Injustice. Hypocrisy. Dutch, that Fedaykin was unable to understand. And finally, that, the wrong man was lying on this very couch. Finally, after what had seemed to be an eternity, Fed stood next to his giant friend. The emotions radiating off the Goatman were deflected by a shield of nothingness, forced professionalism. The Zombie didn't know, how much longer it could last.

"What do you want?" Perry didn't bother turning his head, not raising his voice, calm. "Talk." "Yeah, of course, what else? That's all we do, right? Talking and talking and talking, listening to self-rightous bastards and forgetting, what they did. He is in there, still breathing. It is wrong." "It is. Can't argue with that. Killing him off wouldn't bring Weldar back to life, though." Perry snorted. "You are like the rest of those sheep there", making a vague gesture behind him. "Of all the people, I expected more of you." "Pains me to hear that, really does. But asshole or not, we need the guy now. He can give us Leknaat." This made the dutch finally look at the Zombie, anger and disbelief in his eyes. He slowly rose to his full hight, towering over Fedaykin. They measured each other for a moment, then Perry spoke up with a low, growling voice. "You're really sticking to that, aren't you?",the scorn almost palpable . "I am done here." As he made his way to exit the hallway, the Lich stepped in between. "If you leave now, you will make all things worse." Perry stopped for a second, then leached out with his right, grabbing the Zombie by the throat. Silently, he lifted him up in the air, slowly putting him down next to him, almost gently. The look Perry gave to Fed was signal and threat enough. Without a further word, the Goatman left, the noise of hooves on stone floor echoing behind him.
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Post  Perry on Fri Dec 30, 2011 12:07 am

Teeth grit, the Faun made his way through the hall, His entire posture showed his mental state, as he lurched over threatingly and full of tension for holding back his emotions as much as possible. He could barely even tell what he felt anymore. The ongoing anger towards the group, the loss of a friend combined with the long denied thruth that they CAN lose eachother in this world and the feeling of betrayal by one of his better friends in the group all just stacked together. He couldn't blame fed, but he had thought more of the man. They didn't need Quaetam. It didn't justify what he did, nor did it justify the groups attitude. He knew his friend had lost his living body, but never would he have thought that his emotions apparently died with it aswell. The void expression on Fed's face had felt almost condescending for Perry, as disbelief and anger were expressed by his own.
It had taken all his effort to not lash out any more violent than he already did when he left the room, but the next person....

"Sir! The Hierophant orders are to-", the guardsmen standing by the front door was interrupted by a fist the size of his own face slamming forward into his skull. Perry's eyes burned wide open at the sound of the Hierophant's title, whilst the guard lied against the wall infront of him, his face a bloody mess as his nose got shattered. The next person clearly wasn't so lucky.

Kicking open the front door, Perry left the mansion alone and walked into the streets of the damned holy city. He just wanted out of here, as fast as possible. Away from this pretentious-as-fuck-city and its self-righteous inhabitants, the stuck up rulers and worst of all him. Away from the group and all the bloody hypocrites and sheep that he thought were his friends.
The townsfolk steered clear of the giant faun as he steamed through the streets. To make less of an exhibition of himself, he figured he'd better stick to the alleyways. Taking a right into the next alley, he entered a narrow alleyway just two blocks outside of the Hierophant's mansion. Atleast it was quiet here, Perry thought. His thoughts finally started to clear up a bit, for a man can only stay angry for so long.
He breathed in deeply and exhaled, letting out a small humm as he did.

The sound of clattering armor suddenly entered the alley from behind him, and as he turned around, he saw it's origin. A group of knights had entered behind him.
"Well well, what do we have here. Apparently our intelligence was right afterall, the Hierophant WAS harboring people inside.", the leader of the group said as he took off his helmet. Perry frowned at the title, but turned cautious rather than violent this time. These men didn't seem like they belonged to the city's guard.
"Tell me, sub-human. What does a beast like you have to do with our honored Hierophant?", the leader asked.
"Not a bloody damned thing, maggot", perry snorted. Always with the name calling these guys.
"I was afraid you'd be uncooperative.", The leader said, shaking his head. "Boys, taking him in. We're taking him back to our master". Instantly the rest of the group charged forward, weapons drawn and barely giving Perry the time to ready himself.

About 5 men charged him simultaenously, tightly packed together because of the narrow alleyway. Swords raised, the group slashed in a flurry at the faun, unorganized but causing Perry to dodge to the wall nonetheless. Again they attacked, but Perry wasn't going to be pushed around. With a swing of his arm, he smashed the most right swordsman to the left, bashing into the others that were immediately next to him, upsetting the balance. He pushed on, grabbing the man by the sword arm with an almost bone breaking grip and yanked him towards him where he was met with a frontal smash of Perry's rockhard horned skull. The first one of the group to get up on his feet charged as his comrade was held like a rag doll in the faun's hands.
Perry threw the unconscious body at the attacker and grabbed one of his axes. A sword came in, but was met with the shaft of the axe and locked in the hook the axe made. Hooking the blade to the side, Perry cleared the way and punched the soldier straight in the face, feeling something break against hsi knuckles.
The rest of the group jumped to their feet and attacked the Goat-man, but as Perry grabbed his second axe, it wasn't long before the next one fell to the ground, worse off than the last two. Another one attacked as the last one stayed back and looked in panic at the leader of the group.
"What's the meaning of this?! Master Ashvald said the faun would be no challenge! We're getting slaughtered!" By the time the man finished shouting, Perry already stood behind the man, axes raised and bringing them down heavily. The man apparently had no desire to fight, so Perry let him down easy, as he used the backside of the axes, slamming the pikes on the back into the man's shoulder, breaking his collarbones and tossing him aside. Asfalt?, the name ran through the faun's head. Street pavement?

The leader of the group stood confidently. "Oh, but he is no challenge...." From the rooftops, an ominous glow suddenly radiated down. An ambush from above, as a quarry of mages stood on the rooftops preparing a powerfull binding spell as the soldiers had kept Perry busy was finally done. Shackles made of magical energy materialized around Perry's wrists and neck as thick magical chains bound them all together and wrapped around his torso. A glowing rune appeared on the ground underneath, and gravity seemet to increase rapidly as the bindings were pulled down to the groun. Perry hit the ground hard with a grunt. He looked up at the man infront of him.
The leader glared down silently, with a sickening smirk stuck on his face. He reached downn and Perry felt a severe sting in the back of his neck. His vision immediately shook and became blurry. He dazed up at the leader, seeing him lLooking up at the mages on the rooftops, he gave the signal to return home and bring this prisoner to the dungeons for questioning. Then it faded to black as the sedative he'd been injected with did it's job.
The faun was carried off to god knows where.

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Post  Raya on Sun Jan 01, 2012 2:02 pm

Raya slammed the dining room door shut behind her with a ferocious bang, sighed and rested her forehead against it, eyes closed in weariness. On the other side she could hear Quaetam breaking down, but she didn't respond. It was taking all of her willpower just to keep herself composed. Part of her wanted to hug him tightly and offer him sympathy, part wanted to kick his face in and part wanted to let him rot in his emotional agony. This was, quite simply, fucked up beyond all belief.

She opened her eyes and to her alarm discovered she wasn't alone in the corridor. Ansem was casually leaning against the wall watching her and she realised he'd probably heard the entire exchange. She didn't know whether to feel embarrassed or angry. Quickly collecting herself she cleared her throat.

"Where are the others?"

"With Weldar." He shrugged "I was waiting for you."

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously "Why?"

"Figured you'd want someone to."

There was a period of silence broken only by the faint noises coming from the other side of the door. Finally Raya broke it with a sigh.

"I'm going after Ashvald," she said.

"Why?" asked Ansem, his expression darkening "Trying to make Q feel better after his colossal fuckup?"

"Q can go hang. This has nothing to do with him." She grumbled to herself and continued "If what Q said is correct there's already a power struggle going on within the Council. It's taken all his skill just to maintain his current position. But Q's broken, it's going to be nothing for Ashvald to oust him from power. When that happens he'll be unopposed. If Q's suspicions are correct, if he's consorting with demons and God-knows-what, then this entire city state is doomed. If we think the Ruling Council are bad, what the hell's going to happen to everyone once Ashvald takes over? Assuming he's not already in league with them, the Army invading would probably be a nicer alternative."

She sighed "We go in, we deal with him, and then we get the hell out of this shithole. Yes it'll throw the Council and the city into turmoil, but at least it'll remove the main cancer that's corrupting this place from within. And yes the city may not give a toss about us or our mission, but we need to help. We can't just leave them with this timebomb. We'll just do what we need, then we'll get out."

"And what about Q?" inquired Ansem "The faun wants to tear his head off and shit down his neck and I doubt the others will be too thrilled with him. Once we've dealt with Ashvald, what's he going to do?"

"That's his own decision."

There was silence again. Ansem scratched the back of his neck.

"I could really do with a smoke right now."

"You could always do with a smoke right now."

"You know me too well my dear."

"C'mon, let's find the others, see what they have to say. And after all," Raya cracked a weak smile "Things surely can't get any worse."

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Avalanche picked his way through the garden, absently kicking at stray chunks of rubble that still littered the lawns. He had wandered the grounds aimlessly for a while now, unwilling to head back inside and face things there. After Perry had stormed out following his altercation with Fedaykin he had originally followed to see if his friend was alright, but seeing his violent exit at the gate he changed his mind and stayed behind. It was probably best to let the faun deal with his feelings in his own way. Hell, he was having enough trouble taking care of his own...

"What the hell are you-"

"Please, I know they're in here! Please let me-"

"Get lost kid!"

A disturbance at the gate attracted his attention. A young boy was scuffling with the guards, trying desperately to gain entrance. The guards, already having a terrible evening, were having none of it. The boy looked up, saw him and frantically started waving.

"Avalanche, Avalanche!!"

Avalanche's eyebrows raised in complete surprise as he recognised the boy "Oscar?"

The urchin finally slipped out of the guards' grip and dashed towards him, latching onto his arm "I've been trying to find you for hours!!"

The white mage waved the guards back "Why, what's the matter?"

"It's all everyone's talking about on the street- there was a fight and some guards captured a faun!"

A sinking feeling began to fill Avalanche's chest "But that doesn't mean-"

"But one of your friends is a faun, isn't he? And the guards captured him, they wouldn't do that if he wasn't special, and you guys saved us so-"

Cursing Avalanche glanced back at the mansion, at the lights in the windows, realising that to get help would be time wasted not going after Perry. Damn that goatman...

He gripped Oscar's shoulder tightly "Oscar, take me there, quick as you can!"

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It wasn't too difficult to follow the faun's trail- just following the shocked townsfolk all too eager to gossip about the scary subhuman that had come storming past earlier. From the increasingly lurid descriptions of the sound of the fight Avalanche was becoming increasingly panicked about his friend's welfare. Pah, he was Perry, the stubborn bastard could easily handle a scuffle or three, but that didn't stop the horrific images slowly creeping into his minds eye.

He turned a corner in the back alleys and the stench of blood assailed him. He had found the fight at least, or what was left over from it. The alley had turned into a bloodbath, the coppery liquid still warm and uncongealed on the floor and walls. He gagged and stepped forward, relieved to find there were no bodies...and then it occurred to him that, for the amount of blood that had been shed, it was strange there were no bodies. He stepped forward, his foot accidently catching a torn piece of cloth. He picked it up; it was red (thankfully not from blood) with what appeared to be part of an eagle insignia on it. It looked like it had been torn off by force. Hmm. He puzzled over it for a second when something caught his eye.

Lying half in one of the puddles of blood something was glimmering. He went forward and gingerly picked it up. It was a silver necklace, blackened with rust, on which was a pendant bearing the sign of Capricorn.

Perry's necklace.

Avalanche's blood froze in his veins. Perry wouldn't forget something like this. Why had he left it behind? He looked around him and, for the first time, noticed a wide smear of blood across the floor. Something had been dragged away. Something heavy.

Something Dutch and heavy.

Avalanche swore and ran after the blood trail but it soon faded and vanished.

Godverdomme Perry! cursed Avalanche. Oh shit, this was bad, what the hell trouble had that goddamn faun got himself into?! Actually what the hell trouble had his kidnappers got themselves into, come to think of it...

Avalanche turned and sprinted back towards the mansion.

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Post  Requiem on Mon Jan 02, 2012 1:36 pm

Another death. One after another. Life and Death. Requiem was accustomed to death in his old life. People died, animals died, everything died. Now here in this world, one after another, his fellow forumers were dying as well. Such was the course of existence. Requiem looked over the corpse of their recently departed friend. They had never spoken. Requiem felt nothing for his death. It was odd. There was one less forumer with them, and he didn't care. He looked at all the others. Some were sad, some were angry, what surprised him was the ones who seemed almost as numb as he was. The range was interesting.

He was mostly curious as to what Raya and Q were doing behind the door. There were no sounds of any kind of combat going on, so he assumed that they'd both come out alive. He made no guarantees as to what would happen when Q or Raya came out however. The groups mood was too volatile, likely to swing in one direction or another at the slightest of prodding. Emotions were running too hot. Someone was going to have to calm them down, and Requiem doubted he'd be able to do it. He didn't have enough stance with them. He was still just the new guy. Nobody really knew him, nor had they made much of an attempt, and he had long ago stopped trying to introduce himself. He kept his life open for others if they ever cared enough to ask, but he wasn't going to put himself out for others to ignore.

So now he stood there, on the outskirts, watching, observing, trying to learn how each would respond, and how best to handle any situations that could arise in the future. They'd already lost a few members and they'd barely started their mission. It was logical that they'd lose more, and he needed to be prepared. Unless he died first of course. That was always a possibility, one he wasn't particularly fond of either. More preperation would be necessary. Nothing like a death in the family to remind one of the important things in life.

As he mused over his own morbid thoughts, he noticed that Perry and Fed were having some sort of an argument, and it looked like Perry was winning. Requiem turned his attention away from the two. He found it difficult to believe that the faun would actually attempt to injure the zombie, and even if he did, the undead seemed to be rather resilient to being killed.

Instead, Requiem put replaced his thoughts on the body of Weldar. Searching for the bit of Essence he'd picked up on TheTJ, seeing if he couldn't catch some portion of the deceased's original soul. There was no point in wasting a death after all. It took him several moments, but Requiem did eventually spot the dimly glowing marker that served as Weldar's Essence. Now he just had to figure out how to approach it when he realized the simplest way. Slowly he pulled himself forward and walked towards the corpse of their 'friend'. In the air over his body Requiem drew a cross, simultaneously snagging the essence. "Rest Well" He said quietly before returning to where he had been before.

It was strange. Holding the Essence in his hand like this. It was smooth, soft, almost oily feeling as he moved it back and forth acrossed his hand. Then it suddenly slipped into his hand, fading under his skin. Requiem looked down at the Gauntlets that were tied to his waist. Sure enough, a dark blue translucent stone was embedded into it. Requiem was tempted to see what the new form of the gauntlet would look like, but he didn't want to risk the giant words appearing over his head or anything, so he forced himself to be patient. There would be time to investigate that later.

Requiem looked over to see Perry had left. It didn't matter too much he supposed. The Faun could take care of himself well enough, and it shouldn't be difficult to find him either, he didn't exactly blend in in this city. He closed his eyes as he waited for time to pass. Only a few minutes later, Avalanche burst into the room, hunched over, gasping for breath, the child, Oscar trailing shortly behind him "Guys... I think... Perry's in trouble..." He wheezed, holding out what appeared to be the necklace of his friend as he tried to catch his breath.

"Hey Ansem," Requiem heard from the other end of the room "Remember what I said earlier? Apparently I was wrong, it can get worse."
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Post  Raya on Fri Jan 13, 2012 3:50 pm

Mourning over Weldar was abruptly interrupted by Avalanche's frantic entrance.

Exhausted from his sprint back to the mansion Avalanche struggled to get his story out in between his heavy breathing. It soon became apparent that Perry was in trouble, and Avalanche's description of the scene wasn't reassuring in the slightest.

"Did they attack him because he's a faun?" asked td "Like some kind of hate crime?"

"No, they would have left the body." Said Req emotionlessly "Av said there were no hoofprints in the blood, so they must have carried him somewhere. Why?"

"We need to get him back," Fed's expression darkened on remembering his final exchange with his friend "We can worry about why he's gone later, we need to find him."

"But we don't even know where he is!" cried Avalanche "For all we know he could be-"

The door swung open and upon its threshold stood Quaetam. He looked half the man he had been, gaunt and haggard from his grief and remorse. The room fell completely silent on his entrance. He slowly stepped forward, the members falling back like the parting of the seas before him.

"Avalanche," said Quaetam in an unnaturally level voice "Let me see that."

The white mage hesitated for a second, then held up the scrap of cloth he'd found at the battle site. Quaetam took it and studied it for a long silent moment. Finally he spoke.

"He's been taken by Ashvald's men."

There was an immediate clamour. Omicron spoke up "The guy you were talking about earlier, the one on the Council?"

"Yes. The eagle is his insignia. These are the markings of his personal guard."

"But why?" demanded Avalanche "Why would they take him?!"

Realisation dawned on Quaetam.

"It's because of me."

He continued before anyone could react "Ashvald knows of your attack on my house. He knows I'm covering something up. With his contacts it wouldn't take him long to discover that I have guests. And a non-human amongst them. I've already explained our mutual antagonism. He's likely ordered his men to kidnap one of you to find out more. Discover my weaknesses. Use it to bring me down."

Fedaykin interjected "As much as he doesn't like you Q I don't think Perry will just tell them everything."

Quaetam gave him a dark look.

"They'll make him."

There was an immediate horrified reaction, a look of fear crossing both Avalanche and Fed's face. But before they could utter a word Quaetam's expression switched to determination and a fire once again sparked in his eyes.

"Come with me, I think I know where he's being held."

No one made a move to follow him. Quaetam turned to them, the strength of command slowly re-entering his voice.

"I have done terrible things. Not just to yourselves, but to everyone. I will not defend myself from your criticisms. I will accept my fate and my punishment. I deserve your hate, I deserve your contempt. Perhaps I do not even deserve to live whilst others have died by my hand. But Perry is in danger, perhaps mortally so, and I believe I know his location. Despise me if you must, but trust me on this. I will do everything in my power to get him back."

Nobody said anything. Then, finally, Avalanche stepped forward.

"I trust you, Q." His fist tightened around the necklace he held "Where is he?"

"The most infamous den of depravity in this city. Ashvald's mansion."

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The members lurked in the shadow of an archway, looking out towards Ashvald's residence. It was far, far more grand and magnificent than Quaetam's abode, the gardens and outer façade dripping with ornamentation and gilded statues. The front gates were a hive of activity, small groups and individuals making their way past the imposing guards through the oaken double doors. The visitors were all dressed the same, their bodies wrapped in long black traveller's cloaks and their faces obscured with elaborate animal masks, as though it were a masked ball.

"What's going on?" asked Camilla.

"Looks like Ashvald is hosting one of his parties," Quaetam smiled wryly "I didn't get an invite."

"Looks like they're popular," observed Fedaykin "What sort of party is it?"

"For obvious reasons I've never attended. He claims they're gatherings of friends and business contacts for political purposes. They're anything but." The tone of disgust was obvious in his voice "They're hedonistic frenzies where your every desire, carnal or otherwise, is fulfilled no matter how depraved. Food, drink, drugs, sex, every pleasure you could lust after. Just a den of sin and mindless indulgence all under his roof and with his blessing."

"Speaking of which," said Avalanche "Where's Ansem?"

Everyone suddenly realised that their necromantic friend had slipped away at some point in the conversation. He was soon spotted further down the street, leaning against a wall and chatting up a female party guest wearing an ornate ram mask. Raya rolled her eyes.

"For Christ sake, can't that man go more than ten minutes without trying to stick his cock in someth-"

Ansem suddenly lunged forward and knocked the girl out in one quick painless blow. With a quick look round to make sure he hadn't been spotted he grabbed her arms and dragged her into an alley.

There was a moment of stunned silence as everyone tried to process what exactly they'd just seen.

As one they bolted into the alley to find Ansem fastening the travellers cloak around his shoulders.

"Ansem, what the hell are you doing?"

"Getting a disguise." He slipped on the mask "I figured since all the guests are wearing them we should be able to slip in without being recognised."

"That's...actually a good idea." Conceded Raya.

Ansem shot her a look "Why? What did you think I was doing?"

"Nevermind. Gentlemen, let's get dressed up. We have a party to attend."

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Fifteen minutes and several unconscious party goers dumped into barrels later the members had all procured their disguises. Raya adjusted her wolf mask and turned to the others "We've got no idea where Perry's being held, so we need to find out where he is and bust him out as quickly as possible. Hopefully everyone's going to be too distracted to notice us sneaking about the place." She turned to the one wearing a lion mask "Req, if things get too hairy, can you-"

"I'm Quaetam. Requiem's over there."

Raya blinked and over at the one being pointed at, who did a little wave. "Well...ah...never mind then. Let's go do this."

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Soon Operation Gatecrash was in action. Approaching in pairs or small groups the members nervously made their way to the gates. The guards barely glanced at them, certainly not checking underneath their masks; either respecting the guests' privacy or assuming that nobody would be suicidal enough to break into a party held by one of the High Council. Past the imposing oaken double doors and the members were finally into Ashvald's abode.

As grand as Quaetam's residence was, Ashvald's put it completely to shame. The entire place reeked of luxury and decadence. Tapestries, priceless paintings and the heads of exotic beasts decorated the walls, and the carpet plush was thick enough to lose shoes in. The air was thick with the musk of incense and the heady drone of music. Serving girls and boys, wearing very little at all, wove their way between the throngs with trays of finest wines and drinks. The doors to the maze of rooms were all thrown wide, allowing the guests to mingle from one depravity to the next. There was a banquet, overflowing with the richest and rarest of food, crowned with a spit roasted unicorn upon which the guests gorged themselves. From another poured the sweet scent of opium, the smoke seeping outwards and crawling around their feet. From another came shrieks and cries of a more lustful nature. Secreting themselves in a corner the group made their plans.

"Right," whispered Raya conspiratorially "This place is huge. We'll split up and cover more ground."

"Good idea," Ansem's gaze was locked firmly on the opiate room "I'll go search over ther-"

He was interrupted as Raya grabbed his ear "You're coming with me sunshine."

"Just try and keep a low profile," said Quaetam "Although this party is big enough that you have an excuse for others not knowing you, some of us," he nodded at Fedaykin "May cause a scene if we're unmasked."

"Such as yourself," nodded Fed back "Political scandal of the century?"

"That's a very civilised way of putting it, yes."

"Let's break it up guys, we're drawing attention. Mingle and find out what you can. Perry's counting on us."


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Post  Weldar on Fri Jan 13, 2012 4:36 pm

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Camilla still can't post so I'm posting this on her behalf

Camilla was really not okay. Having to witness the fatal blow on, and the dead body of, one of her closest and best friends, had well and truly shattered her. She couldn't bring herself to cry, she was just too shocked and upset. And worst of all, it was all her fault. If only she'd been stronger, she could've protected him. She'd had the strength. Weldar had needed her help, and she'd been unable to give it.

The second she'd seen the body, she'd simply excused herself and left. And walked, and somehow ended up in her room without paying attention to where she was going. Sleep had been painful. Her body had convulsed in agony, twitching painfully whenever she thought sleep would consume her. And finally, finally, the tears came, as the physical and emotional pain became too much to handle.

She exhausted herself in to a difficult sleep eventually, waking up again in slow motion. The world seemed to go on around her. God fucking damn it, she told herself. Weldar wouldn't want this. Maybe he's just woken up on Prospit. Or better yet, back home in Australia. Maybe death is the way out of this game. Maybe he's just waking up back home in Byron and everything's okay.

Thinking that gave her something to believe in, something to kick her in to action again.

It was only then that she finally noticed they were planning to rescue Perry. Apparently, he'd been kidnapped. Stupid, hotheaded dutchbag, Camilla thought. Without really processing anything, she agreed to go bail Perry out.

Her mind still a mess, it felt like only moments later she was punching a guest and taking their costume. At least she didn't even actually need to change her appearance. She wasn't entirely sure how well that would go, considering her emotional and mental state. Attaching a butterfly mask to her face, she swept the cloak around her, and unemotionally, walked straight in to the party. She didn't give a damn about what happened to her anymore. Danger? Whatever. Emotions had exhausted her. If she died, maybe she'd get back home. And if she didn't, well, maybe she'd save Perry.

And the party, well, it looked fun. Taking a deep breath, Camilla swept forward in to the party, heading straight for a serving boy with alcohol in straws. Slyly, she squeezed his bottom, before disappearing again. Well. She'd at least try and enjoy herself. She owed it to Weldar to survive.

A man in an eagle mask trained his eyes on the girl in the butterfly mask. At least, she assumed so. Wordlessly, Camilla crept towards him, before moving in to one of the smaller rooms.

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Post  Avalanche on Mon Jan 16, 2012 3:10 pm

Avalanche was uncomfortable.

To say that was an understatement. Large crowds like this always made him slightly light headed, and what a crowd this was. He wasn't a prude, but these people seemed without shame or class. The masks they wore seemed more symbollic to him then anything, representing how they mask their hedonistic desires during their, no doubt classy, daily lives.
Completly unrelated to that, Avalanche readjusted his mask, which was most reminiscent of a frowning sun.
What was worse then his current company, he lost sight of Camilla, Raya and Ansem. Sahrimnir was easy enough to find. He stood out with those wings of his. The party goers seemed to assume it was part of an introcate costume that went along with his bird mask. He tried to make his way to him, grabbing a random piece of what appeared to be some sort of bread.

"Rumor has it that the Hierophant--"
"I heard chief Ryran---"
"Sure knows how to throw a party"
"C'mere my boy"
"She turned me into a newt"
"Servant girl, amuse us already!"

"Would they please shut up already...."
he thought increasingly annoyed, feeling a little dizzy. He almost clung to Sahrimnir the moment he waded himself trough the crowd. He took a bit out of his bread before throwing it somewhere amidst the crowd. It tasted like shit.
"Av, you okay?" Sah asked.
"Peachy." he groaned back, reaching for a drink."Wine, what else?" he groaned and put it back. He didn't intend to get a buzz."Any ideas where to look yet?"
"Uhm....." Sah mumbled pointing back to his wings."It's difficult to move around here."
"Well balls...."
"You sure you okay?"
Sah asked a little concerned.
"Next time I might actually vote for the nuke everything option." Avalanche hissed removing himself from Sahrimnir again."Any idea where it's easiest to move trough the crowd?"
"Oh right, go leave me here."
"I'll send a servant girl your way."
"Dude!"
"Fine, I'll send a boy."
Avalanche replied while trying to wade trough the crowd again. It became so incredibly cramped and sweltering he was getting a little light headed again.

"Well I heard Ashvald was about to---"
"More wine. We need more wine over here"
"Cheese! Cheese for everyone!"
"Did you hear about Ezuriel and that chambermaid?"
"I swear Bob, she's such a -----"
"Guy in a bunnysuit kicked his ass"


Avalanche took a deep breath of fresher air once out of the crowd. He grabbed the frowny sun mask and pulled it of. It was probably still hot as hell, but at least it feld like a cool breeze over his face. He stood amidst a hallway with several unattended rooms.
Or so he had hoped.
"Oh fuck I'm sorry!" he almost cried spotting a older man with a servant boy, and threw the door closed.
The other chambers didn't fare much better, though he had the courtesy of leaning his ear against the door first to see if they were occupied. He resisted the temptation to take a look in the room he didn't hear any male voices. But "focus....gotta find Perry."
He didn't hear any sounds from the room furthest down the hall and snuck a peak. He wasn't entirely sure how long he stood with his mouth wide open, gazing upon a large pile of gold and riches.
He looked back to the hallway. It was empty. He looked back to the piles of riches. It was tempting.
Hallway still empty.....
Gold still tempting.......
He snuck in and tucked a modest hand of coins down his sash, and a interesting looking gem, which seemed to radiate a faint blue light.
He snuck back out, closed the door. "And no one is none the wiser." he thought to himself, walking back to the crowd trough the hallway. He had hoped he'd find stairs to a dungeon, but a little proffit isn't bad. He almost fell the need to whistle inconspiciously while getting back to the crowd, but someone else stepped out first.

A pretty tall man brownhaired with an impressive brushy beard stepped out of the crowd. His posture reminded Avalanche a little of Ryran. A guard, or soldier type probably.
Without actually being aware of it Avalanche gripped his staff just a little firmer and placed his free hand on his sash, where he stacked his loot and he moved aside for the man.
The man however, froze momentarily seeing Avalanche.
"Aaaah a servant of the goddess." he said jovial, placing his hand on Avalanche's shoulder."Thank you for your pressence devout. My name is Barvus. The High Justice was expecting you. Please follow me."
"High Just----Fuck Ashvald"
Avalanche thought. He just tried to smile, which was almost painful at this point, and tried his best to look holy."Of course." he said as calm and collected as he could muster.
The crowd seemed to move aside for Barvus. Avalanche simply followed in his wake. It was impossibly to hide in the crowd with them forming such a neat line for them. He looked almost pleadingly in Sahrimnir's direction, who seemed very engaged in conversation with 2 servants, both a male and a female.
Avalanche tried to locate anyone else trough the crowd, but was guided to a small table in an discrete looking part of the party.
Barvus sat down and gestured Avalanche to sit down as well. Afraid to ruin his cover, Avalanche complied, still holding firmly to his staff.
"The High Justice will be with us shortly" Barvus said, before turning around and calling for a servant girl to bring them drinks and food. Avalanche merely nodded in approval, wondering if he could use his staff as a emergency flare somehow.
"You do all that arcane magic right?" Barvus asked only slightly interested.
".....I owe all my skills to the goddess." Avalanche said as vague as possible. He was determined to be as boring as possible. Barvus simply nodded. Avalanche briefly wondered why it was always him to get into situations like these.
"Your first time at one of Lord Ashvald's party?" Barvus grinned at Avalanche's vacant expression. There was still meat and bread stuck in his beard and between his teeth.
Once again Avalanche decided to give a simple nod and politely sipped his wine."Servants of the goddess are encouraged to live modestly."
"Pah!" Barvus grinned smacking Avalanche against his back. "Live a little. Its good for you." he said, chugging his wine and demanding more from the nearest servant.
There was no sign of anything resembling a Lord of High Justice or whatever as far as Avalanche could tell. Maybe he would be able to sneak away somewhere, before Barvus noticed.
To his misfortune two more people said down. One incredibly tall, but also incredibly skinny. His arms looked like twigs, even compared to Avalanche. His nose was long, and looked like it could take someone's eye out.
The second was a little shorter and broader, and had an incredible twirly moustache that Avalanche never expected to see outside of cartoons.
With the movement of the two, came a movement in the crowd, and Avalanche briefly exchanged glances with Quaetam, sending the biggest and hardest mental cry for help he could muster, before turning to the new attendees.
"Parcival, Albus, so glad you could make it." Barvus said hugging the shorter one. The tall one seemed to wave him back in place.
"Where's Ashvald?" he asked. His voice sounded incredibly snooty, and Avalanche imideatly hated him like he hated the rest of the party.

"He should be here any minute." The familiar voice of Q said before taking place.
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Post  Sahrimnir on Tue Jan 17, 2012 4:00 pm

If the situation were different, I could really enjoy this party, but right now we have to focus on finding the goatman.

As Sahrimnir was telling himself to focus, a servant boy passed by him holding a tray filled with various snacks. He decided to grab a handful and put them in his mouth one by one.

Mmm, delicious.

“The food is good, isn’t it?” a woman wearing a red dress and a fox-mask said.

“It sure is. I wouldn’t expect anything less from Lord Ashvald.”

“I like your wings. They’re very life-like.”

“I had them special-made. I thought I’d do something a little extra for tonight. Excess is what this party is all about after all.”

“It certainly is.”

“I want some more food. Where did that servant go?”

As Sahrimnir was trying to locate the boy carrying the scrumptious food, he suddenly bumped into a certain white mage looking like he was about to pass out.

“Av, you okay?”

“Peachy.”



"Any idea where it's easiest to move trough the crowd?"

"Oh right, go leave me here."

"I'll send a servant girl your way."

"Dude!"

I do have other things on my mind.

"Fine, I'll send a boy."

That’s not what I meant…

His thoughts were interrupted as he suddenly saw the sought snacktray. With a great deal of trouble he moved past a number of other guests at the party.

“Excuse me! Moving through! Pardon me! There you are! Nom nom nom!”

“I see you are enjoying the food, sir.” The servant-boy said as Sahrimnir was stuffing his mouth with various treats.

“Indeed. These are delicious.”

“Would you like something to wash them down with? How about a glass of wine?”

Oh crap. How do I decline in an inconspicuous way? I doubt teetotalism is very common in this crowd.

“Um, no thanks. I prefer to… keep my mind and senses clear… so that I can greater enjoy the other pleasures in life.”

“I see. Well, if you’re interested I believe I could provide some of those pleasures.”

What is he talking about?

“There should be a more secluded room down the hallway.”

Is he saying what I think he’s saying?

“Um, no thanks. I do prefer females.”

“Certainly. Anna, come here for a moment.”

A young servant-girl approaches.

“Yes?”

What is she? Like, twelve? What kind of sick freak do they think I am?

“I do prefer them a little older. She doesn’t even have breasts yet. I like breasts.”

“Certainly. Beth, could you come here please?”

A different, slightly older servant-girl heeds the call.

Well, at least she seems to be of legal age. And she’s quite attractive. Those perfect curves. The cute face. The beautiful brown hair… Wait, crap! Sah, remember why you’re here. Okay, how do I get out of this…

“Hm… I prefer blondes…”

“Being a little picky, are we, sir?”

“You know what? I’m not in the mood right now. And look, the tray is empty. I think I’m gonna go find some more food instead.”

Sahrimnir quickly turned around and did an encore of his previous shuffling through the crowd.

Whew. That was close. I hope they didn’t suspect anything, but I can’t go off sleeping with the servants at a time like this. That brunette was really pretty, though. No! There’s no time. Also, it would be extremely morally questionable. Now… Find Perry. Also, where the heck did Avalanche go?
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Post  TD260 on Thu Jan 19, 2012 7:23 pm

TD felt numb. Between the fact that the man he had almost killed had been Q, and the fact that Q had, albeit in grave error, had killed one of their own...

Gone was sadness. Gone was pity. Gone was anger, and gone was everything else.

When Spont had died, he felt pity. Pity for himself, Pity for spont... He had felt as if he should have been able to do something.

When TJ had died, he had felt anger. He had felt rage burning inside him- a need to go out and kill the person responsible.

But now...? Nothing. He was dimly aware of himself going to a party.

Maybe the pity could have made him think about what he could have done.

Maybe the rage would have given him drive to do something about the murderer beside him.

But then again... TD doubted that he would have been able to do anything to make Q feel worse than he already did. The look on his face as the faun burst into the room with the body of his friend... Our friend...

Td had no idea what to do. So he just kept moving. He could mourn the dead later, when he had time. When he had peace, and quiet, and time to think. Now, there was work to be done.




He was at a party, he realized. Due to his natural tendency to gravitate away from the center of a party, he hadn't been bothered. Or maybe I'm so out of it they just think I'm stoned to hell already... He thought, smirking.

as this thought ran through his head, he heard a faint voice.

He...

He started. Looking around, he saw none of his friends- the area around him was completely deserted.

H...lp m...

There it was again. A faint voice. With a dawning realization, TD thought
The voice is in my head...

Looking around, he tried to figure out where the voice was coming from.

So... m... ne... An... ne... lp... e...

despite being unable to figure out the exact direction of the voice, Td felt drawn even further away from the party. He slipped out a door and into a dark corridor, reaching deep into the structure. Twisting and turning, following nothing but the gut instinct he suddenly has, he comes across a heavy wooden door. Pushing it open, he walks into a room that seems to physically oppress him just by being there.

"Yeah. This totally isn't creepy. Not. At. All." He said, walking into the room.

The air is heavy with the smell of dust and age, and a metallic smell that he couldn't place. The air is smokey as the few remaining candles in the room gutter. At the back of the room, TD sees what can only be described as an altar with strange runes and markings on it, and a large number of deep, dark stains. The sight of the table literally hurts his eyes, and yet... he feels drawn to it. In the center of the table is a small glass bottle on a silver chain, with a dim, pulsing light inside. TD picks up the bottle, and holds it in his hands. It feels warm and comfortable, a friendly glow in a room that is nothing but oppressive darkness. He hears the voice again, and realizes that whatever is in this bottle is the one crying out for help.

What the hell... What the hell is going on in this room...

He holds the bottle in his hands, staring at it. Finally, he takes the cork in his hands and pulls it out.

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Post  Quaetam on Thu Jan 26, 2012 7:53 pm

Quaetam, under the guise of the lion, sat down at the High Justice’s table opposite Judicator Barvus. The eyes of the other three turned towards him, the other politicians’ filled with inquiry, Avalanche’s with a relief so enormous Quaetam would have laughed had he not fully well understood the importance of his act. The air of the drink was about Barvus, and it was clear that the normally hard-set, immovable Judicator had lost much of his normal vigor and vehemence to the alcohol in his glass.

“And who might you be?” Percival inquired, ever snide. The others, Quaetam noted, were not quite so influenced.

“ ‘Tis Councilor Reinin, sent by Lord Ashvald. And yourself? “ Quaetam inquired, feigning an inability to see past the masks the Judicator and his two bureaucrat friends wore.

“I am Judicator Barvus, and you would do well to also address Councilors Parcival and Albus,” the man responded, as if on cue.

“Ah, Reinin,” Albus acknowledged gruffly, “Just the man I was looking for. Tell me, how fares sweet Lanea?”

“I thought I’d told you,” Quaetam said, “I left that tramp months ago.”

Albus nodded and smiled, Quaetam having passed his light verbal test,

“Have a drink,” he said, passing one to the Heirophant.

Quaetam smiled behind his mask and nodded as he took the wine glass in his right hand. He grasped the floes of the mystic arts, allowing his mind to sink into their shroud, as he brought the glass to his lips. Whether it was their drinks or conversation that distracted them, Quaetam did not know, but it was clear they were not paying attention. As he downed his wine, he altered the chemistry of the liquid in the glass, diluting the alcohol as he continued to drink, concentrating on Avalanche’s as well to induce the same effect. However tame this wine was, it would not do to allow either of them to become affected at this time. He knew that there was an opportunity here, not merely to help get Avalanche out of a difficult situation, but to glean some much-needed intelligence out of the Judicators. He'd play this game--he had played it countless times before.

“A fine wine indeed, many thanks, Judicator Albus,” Quaetam replied, then switched to a more goading, baudy, suggestive tone “And what of your fine Orselle… Or was it Elisia? Or perhaps Fiora?”

Albus laughed, then took a swig, Barvus and Percival each downing their own drinks; Barvus quickly and gruffly, Percival with great care and delicacy.

“You know I’ve got quite a… varied taste in women, Reinin. It doesn’t hurt to keep a share around to… experiment from time to time.”

Quaetam nodded and laughed lightly. It was clear the Judicators were already quite intoxicated. Albus was normally a crude fellow, and his openness on this subject both showed a great disregard for tact (as supported by Percival shifting in his seat in slight discomfort and Barvus frowning), and reinforced the disgusting nature of the current venue.

“So, Reinin,” Percival said, breaking the awkward silence that had settled in, “Have you completed your assessment of the recent purge?”

Quaetam held his tongue briefly, allowing himself to process his response and keep the aggravation out of his voice. Purges were, as one might conclude, the Justice’s flippant term for trials held for the express purpose of condemning heretics. If one could call them trials, and if one could call them heretics. They were more of an execution, the so-called heretics merely whoever stood against Ashvald, those who had annoyed him in some way, those who he wished to make an example of in the most gruesome fashion. For by Quaetam’s intel, the fates of the condemned were quite gruesome indeed. Ashvald himself had often attempted to brand Q’s own supporters as such. The Heirophant had yet to truly cement himself as the center of Leknaat authority, and as such he held little to no sway against the High Justice. But with Claudius breathing down his neck, the Justice found little success in such endeavors. The most recent victims were of a trading caravan he’d once contacted for the procuring of certain magical wares, certain wares that were essential both for the construction of his home and the execution of various plots. Caught in a political stalemate, he’d been unable to warn them of Ashvald’s intent, but he was confident that any information they could give the High Justice would be a mere hindrance at worst.

“The… interrogation of the crook Valerus yielded little,” Quaetam responded, “And I have little reason to think the other worms will be willing to give up any information. Valerius didn’t say much about the dear Heirophant, something along the lines of customer confidentiality, a mantra he’d carry to the grave.”

Thinking a few moves ahead, Quaetam advanced. He let out a laugh, “And carry it to the grave he did, it would seem…”

Parcival chuckled derisively, “Well done, Reinin, well done. But were you able to glean anything from beneath his sniveling nose?”

“Perhaps, but that is information for the High Justice himself, and he alone. I’m sorry, dear Judicator, but I can’t share it here.”

Parcival frowned, “You expect to supersede me, Councilor? Remember to know your-“

Barvus raised a hand, clearly affected by the slurs of the drink he set on the table, and cut him off, “Enough. Reinin is a dear friend of mine, and if he’s under the High Justice’s orders, you would all do well to respect that.”

He shot a swift glance at Parcival, who, clearly intimidated, nodded sagely and backed off. The five at the table took another drink, Quaetam again diluting his and Avalanche's.

Barvus then turned towards Quaetam, his voice slow as if he had to concentrate on each and every word to ensure they came out coherently, “Has Lord Ashvald started preparations for tonight’s event? I haven’t seen him since he returned to the Annex. I’ve heard he’s got something very special planned for this one…”

Quaetam’s thoughts raced as Barvus’ words sunk in, as he raised another water-diluted glass to his lips and took a sip. Avalanche had been forgotten by the bureaucrats, but was clearly paying attention, for his eyes gained a sharp focus and he raised his head at this. The Heirophant pressed his advantage once more.

“Preparations are well underway,” Quaetam nodded, “and that reminds me.”

He waved a hand Avalanche’s way, and piecing several things together, took a wager as he continued,

“Lord Ashvald requires his bishop, for the reinforcing of his wards. I thank you for finding him for me, Judicators. I had expected the Justice to arrive here, but his continued absence must mean events are afoot already, so I’d like to escort the devout here to Lord Ashvald directly.”

Barvus nodded, “You can have him. Send Ashvald my regards.”

His gambit successful, Quaetam stood, as did Avalanche, who began to walk over towards the Heirophant.

“Oh,” Barvus added with a light chortle, “and tell him ten thousand says that faun takes the longest.”

Hiding his alarm, Quaetam gripped Avalanche by the shoulder and pulled him away, turning him hard from the table so as to mask the look of anguish that might cross the priest’s face at the mention of the Goatman. Sure enough Avalanche had gained a dark gaze, something akin to rage crossing the visage of the priest, who seemed to shake with the effort of maintaining his composure. With a brief nod back towards Barvus, Quaetam set off into the crowd, pulling Avalanche behind him as, with a quick apology, he parted a rather intimate pair of guests wearing exotic bird masks.

Once away from the table, Quaetam let go, turned to face Avalanche once more. The priest had regained his cool, at least on the outside, though Quaetam could see the anguish suppressed within his friend, just as he held back his own pain, his own turmoil. He wasn’t the only one wearing multiple masks this evening.

“Don your mask, Avalanche,” Quaetam said, and the priest obliged.

They continued to walk through the crowd. The Heirophant beckoned for Avalanche to follow, and the two together walked through the crowd, meandering towards the edge of the ballroom. Breaking free of the crowd, they turned right down a familiar hallway lined with doors to the… exclusive rooms. Avalanche once more heard the hedonistic sounds of carnal fulfillment and ecstasy from within each. Finally, one door was silent. Quaetam pushed it open and beckoned Avalanche inside.

Checking to ensure they weren’t followed, Quaetam closed the door behind them, and removed his mask.

Avalanche spoke before Q even had the chance, “What’s going on, Q? Do you have any idea where they’re holding the prisoners, or what this ‘event’ is they’re talking about?”

Quaetam nodded,

“The Judicators we spoke with earlier, Barvus, Parcival, and Albus, mentioned the Annex. This is typical, it matches exactly with my intelligence.”

“What’s the Annex?”

“It’s Ashvald’s personal library, and I have reason to believe this is where he’s holding our friendly neighborhood Platypus. I’ve spent a good deal of effort looking for the place he holds his ‘heretics’, and have heard rumors of a secret area within the dungeons, cordoned off when Ashvald took over from the last High Justice,” Quaetam said, pacing.

“Official word is it was sealed off after an irreparable cave in, but I don’t buy it, and rumor has it that it’s quite well-used. According to my intelligence, this section is directly below the Annex. I’ve been speculating at the existence of a passageway within the library for some time. What the Judicators say only confirms it. If His Hedonism is down there, I have little doubt that’s where they’ve got Perry.”

“Alright, I’m going in,” said Avalanche, as he started to move for the door.

Quaetam grabbed him by the arm.

“Stop, that would be suicide. A white mage, taking on a solo rescue mission armed with nothing but a staff and dagger? Even if I were to go alone I wouldn’t favor my odds, not against the demonic arts Ashvald has dabbled in. He’s nothing but a fat bureaucrat, but his summons… For him to require constant reinforcing of his wards to control them, for him to be able to counteract the most intricate of my schemes… They’re powerful.”

“I’ll think of something,” Avalanche said, looking at Quaetam, frustrated. Now it was the priest’s turn to pace.

“What’re the chances all the servants buy that Ashvald’s just looking for people to play sugardaddy to?” Avalanche mumbled, throwing out anything he could think of, “Start a fire, claim insurance, bribe the guards with the contents of Ashvald’s safe?”

He shook his head, nothing practical having come to mind, “Fuuuck. Fuck fuck FUCK!”

“We can’t take those risks,” Quaetam concurred, “And what’s more, we don’t have time. This event coming up, it’s a torture of subhumans. They’re made example of before the entire party, in the most gruesome fashion imaginable.”

Avalanche was stricken with panic, a worried look crossing his face,

“Then we have to stop him! We’ve gotta get to Perry, and now!”

Quaetam nodded,

“I agree. The best option is the most direct one: We have to confront Ashvald directly. But we can’t do it in private. Wait until the event starts, then pounce. Go to Raya, tell her to get everyone prepared. And when the time comes, get to the High Justice. That’s the only way to bring him down, to catch him in the act.”

Avalanche’s worried expression turned to aggravation,

“I don’t give two shits about your usurpation, Q. I’m not going to risk my friend’s life to help someone I thought I knew further his political ambitions! If we don’t rescue Perry now we might not get to him in time!”

Quaetam closed his eyes as he responded, a combination of frustration and guilt lashing across his subconscious, suppressed by the newfound resolve, the desire to prevent things from getting any worse, suppressed by the overwhelming fixation on the task at hand, the vehemence with which he pursued his present goal.

“If we’re going to save Perry, we need to eliminate Ashvald, and if you want Leknaat, we need to ensure the permanence of my influence in this city. Those two goals go hand in hand, and point to one thing: Get to Ashvald, bring him down now.”

Avalanche’s protests died in his mouth as the reality of the situation dawned on him, and he nodded.

“And what about you, Q? You talk like you’re gonna ditch us here.”

“I have to, at least briefly. I need to send a courier to Claudius. I've had him under my thumb for a long time now, and I assure you, once he sees these atrocities before his eyes, the High Templar will fully support any motion I make against Reginald Ashvald. In the meantime, again, find Raya, tell her to get the group prepared,” Quaetam said, walking towards the door. On the threshold he turned towards Avalanche.

“I’m going to return as quickly as possible to lend you all my powers, and, if possible, to strike down the High Justice by own hand. For now, you’re on your own. Get to Perry, and get to Ashvald. Good luck.”

Quaetam donned the face of the lion once more as he left the room, door wide open behind him.
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Post  Perry on Sun Jan 29, 2012 12:52 pm

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I've decided that colours are gay, but white makes it more distinguished from the rest of the text so WHITE DIALOGUE FOR EVERYBODY

Even under heavy sedatives, Perry could hear the grating sound of the ground he was dragged over resonate in his head. His mind and body were just shimmering on awareness, but lacking the strength to do anything, Perry slowly slumbered down into darkness as the backup for the soldiers carried his body to somewhere unkown.
It happened a few times, where his mind would awaken to nothing but darkness and the resonance of his body being moved heard. He wasn't aware of where he was or how long he'd been out.

"Hurry up!" a soldier grunted at his comrades as they carried the giant goatman by his limbs across the stonehallway. Left and right they passed celldoors, some empty, some with screams of agony coming from behind the closed heavy doors.
"Don't get your knickers in a twist. This guy will be out for quite some time.", Said his fellow soldier, pulling and lifting the Faun by his right leg. The limb alone was as big as the man's torso. "That's not why i want to hurry!", the soldier by the left leg said as he readjusted his grip on the giant leg. "The sooner we get this dude chained up, the sooner I get to stop hauling his heavy ass!".
The two soldiers carrying the faun by his arms and shoulders hummed in agreement, whilst they were clearly suffering.

The group of soldiers carried the faun into a stone room and sighed with relief as they dropped the motionless body against the wall, ridden with shackles and chains. "What do they even feed this guy?", the soldier at the right leg muttered as they all reached down to fasten the limbs to the chains. He grabbed the leg, pulled it up and reached for the cuff. The leg dropped to the ground, and the soldier looked at the leg. He must've lost his grip. Grabbing the leg again, it seemed resillient to let itself be lifted. "What the...", the soldier looked up at the faun and found himself looking straight into an eye filled with a near animalistic sense as it's stare pierced almost straight through him.
"SHI-", the man uttered as the leg he was holding pulled him forwards and immediately was met with a hoove the size of his head slamming into his nose. The soldier flew back into the wall opposite of the room, his fellow soldiers immediately dropped the limbs and made a run for it. "Wasn't he supposed to be out for another hour?!", "WELL OBVIOUSLY NOT BREINSTEIN*!". They picked up their comrade and dragged him out of the room as they slammed the door shut.

Perry was left on the floor, still feeling droggy as fuck, like a bad hangover. The room seemed fuzzy and spinned as he crawled onto his hooves and tried to get up. His entire body felt heavy. "Godverdomme kut mages", he muttered as he shook his head. "Focking haat die gasten...." Slowly he reached his full height as he stood, and looked around the dark stone room, the only light coming from the barred door. "Now where the fuck am I?". The sounds of screaming down the hallway echoed into his room, together with ridiculous happy music far in the background. He took a step, but halfway through the room, he suddenly realised. All but his right leg was shackled and chained to the wall. Slightly pulling the chains, it seemed there was no way to get these fuckers loose....
"....fuck".

Time passed before Perry finally heard something heading his direction down the stone hallway. The door swung open and a man in robes entered. Everything about the man gave away his malicious intentions, from the glowing sparks gathering in his palm to the sick satisfied smug grin on his face.
"So you're the new play thing they sent me, huh? My, I do enjoy playing with the Subhumans", the man said with a slithering voice.
"I heard you made quite a ruckus on your way in? But no matter, I only have one question for you right now though, so make this'll be quick."
The man prepped his right hand, showing the spell gathering in his palm.
"What... were you doing at the Hierophant's house?"

Perry realised where this was going. He had no reasons to keep Q safe, but he wouldn't endanger the rest of the group, idiots as they might be. He smirked as he thought about what he was in for.
"Hierophant? Perry no understand puny human"
An instand flash appeared as sparks ran from the man's palm straight through Perry's body. Electricity seared away through his body, making him cramp up and fall to the ground, yet the pain was....
The man stopped casting and chuckled. "I was hoping you'd say that..."

"I was hoping you'd be the little bitch you are", Perry said smiling as he coughed and got up on his hooves again.
Instantly he was shot down again.
"Don't get smart with me, beast." the man said slightly frowning. "I'll ask you again. What were you doing at the Hierophant's mansion?"
"I'm his new lover, that's what."

Another shock and Perry fell down. "Next one won't be so nice."
"Good, i'm kind of ticklish, y'know?" Perry said as he got up again and cracked his neck. He walked up untill the chains behind him were spanned tight between him and the wall.
The torturer snarled in frustration and walked up to the faun, barging up to the subhuman with his hand harboring the crackling sparks of an amplified shock spell. He reached for the faun's head with his hand, most likely having expected the Faun to be fully shackled as all prisoners should be...
Instanteanously when in range, Perry stomped his right hoove forward, feeling the torturers feet break under the force. The man's face grew pale as his eyes widened and a hauntingly sneering scream of pain was launched into the faun's grinning face. In return Perry leaned his head back, and slammed his horned skull straight into the man's skull, knocking him to the ground so hard he bounced slightly.

Perry looked down with a sneer and spat on the unconscious man. "Sub my ass, beotch.".

He reached down to the body and dragged it more within free-movement range, to search for a key and a way to get out of here. But it seems he was too late, as footsteps already echoed through the stone hallway once more, coming his direction....

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Post  Fedaykin on Wed Feb 01, 2012 12:32 pm

Fate kept dealing blows to Fed's morale. Weldar's death was worse enough, the confrontation with Perry and now the guy had managed to get himself captured. If they ever get to have a quiet evening, he'd lock himself somewhere and work out his frustration, grief and whatever else there might be stuck in this undead brain. You would have thought, that you'd stop having emotions, when your body dies(no glands messing up your blood with hormones that make you go cuckoo), but that was not the case here. But for now, he managed to wrap himself in a bubble of nothingness, blending out everything distracting. There was plenty of time for breakdowns later.

There was just one suitable disguise left for the tall man: a black cloak with a comfortably large hood, paired with a stylised skull mask lacking a mouth, finely crafted with gold and silver. A Grim Reaper costume, seriously? Fedaykin didn't want to waste a thought, on what the man had planned for the night. As the group passed one of the many mirrors on their way, he noticed, that his glowing eyes strangely fitted. Then, they finally entered the main hall... and a sea of orange flooded his vision, making the Hunger go wild , scratching at his mind from the inside. The Lich stopped for a moment, closing his eyes, fighting against the dire urge to feed on any of the bystanders. His ruptured heart demanded healing. There were so many people there, it would be easy to sort somebody out, find a secluded room and... NO. He slapped himself hard, which got him some funny looks as well as curious ones, some smiling, as if they understood and an elderly woman even winked at him. This place was ruled by madness. Like Avalanche used to say, Freud would have a field day here(or month).

Apparently the plan was to split up and go find evidence on Ashvald's corruption and Perry's whereabouts. Good, Fed didn't want to stay in this crowd at all. If his cover was blown, people would all over him. Decapitation would probably be a blessing in this case, considering the audience. As expected, people commented about his unatural eyes, though he could fend them off with a shrug and a mumbled ""Just some enchantments". The various members of the group trailed of leaving Fed with a person with a rather unique aura, sporting a black and silver snake mask, covering the entire face. The clothing, from cloak to boots, was all black as well. Requiem was leaning against a pillar there in a rather relaxed posure, seemingly not impressed by all the conundrum. Fed approached him, leaning casually next to him.

"Any idea, where we should start looking? Would love to get out of this crowd, guess they'd not be liberal enough for folks like us to join the fun.", the Zombie whispered, barely audible. Requiem pondered a little, finally nodded into the direction of a door on the opposite end of the room at the top of a flight of stairs. A lonely guard stood in front of it, watching the crowd below. "Seems to be important enough for having a watchdog, so why not start snooping there?""Well, let's take a stab at it, shall we?" A hint of amusement in Req's eyes were all the affirmation he needed.

The two of them kept as much distance to any party folk as possible, almost sneaking their way to the stairs. Fed gave the guard a concerned look. "Sooo...how to get past him without being noticed? Walking up there and knock him down would be fun, but not necessarily prudent."The Demi-Wraith seemed to like the idea, but ultimately had an better idea. "Hmmm, it would be really awesome, if we would just have some kind of diversion...you know, like a little brawl. Wouldn't you agree?" For some reason, the Zombie thought, that his companion wasn't really talking to him, but to the air a few inches in front of him. Fed looked puzzled, not sure what to say, when suddenly a burly man shouted "YOU GET NO SYMPATHY FROM ME!" while hitting a small woman on the head with a cane... that looked... somewhat... organic? That shape... the forumers looked at each other, both in puzzled bewilderment. They just snapped out, as the guard left his post to intervene. Requiem let go a sigh, mumbling a "That was convenient, right..." and moved to the door with great haste, Fed on his heels. Luckily, it wasn't locked and they slipped through it right away, leading them into a less ornate part of the mansion. A gangway ended in a crossover. "You search the right for clues, I take the left?", the Wraith asked in a low voice. "Fine with me, let's meet back here in about 20 minutes, then decide what to do next?" A short nod later, Fedaykin was alone, venturing forth, deeper into the mansion.

The corridor had shadowed alcoves in regular intervals, allowing him to jump into the shadows, should he encounter more guards. He could probably take on a few, but who knows who could be attracted by the sound of battle? Better not to find out. At the end of the way, the Zombie was able to see an ornated two-winged door, jewels implanted into the handles, depicting scenes that reminded him of Sodom and Gomorrha. Classy man, that Ashvald. No soul was to be seen, so Fedaykin took the opportunity, silently running towards the door, sneaking into the room. The amount of gold, silver, jewelry, teak wood, marmor and much more would have been enough to feed an entire district for a couple of months, if not years. By the looks, this was just the office... Fed had a pretty good imagination, but the thought, how the private quarters would look like was too much to grasp. Focussing at the task at hand, he moved on to the large desk in the center, a monstrosity like the door and the rest. A bunch of documents was there in the open. Quaetam would love to have a look at that....then a small, cinder red jewel cought his attention. It was tear-shaped, a small statuette of a naked young woman holding it into the air. This colour was outstanding, amidst all of the splendor, it still was unique. Carefully, Fedaykin took it in his palm, marveling at his beauty. It felt special, for a moment, the Lich forgot the world around him, not noticing the footstabs, the angry banter of men...

The door swung open, a small detachment of guards entering the room. "Hey, what are you doing here? Sneaking around in His Excellence's office, eh? Oh, a petty thief maybe? BOYS! GET HIM!" Without thinking, Fedaykin lifted his mask just slightly, put the gem in his mouth and swallowed hard. Something hissed in the back of his head. The guards drew closer.

"...shit."
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Post  SnakeInABox on Wed Feb 01, 2012 12:51 pm

For the first time in a long time, Snake had nothing to say. Weldar was one of the most important people Snake had, until recently, technically never met. Watching him fall took the words out of Snakes mouth. Though he was granted the powers of almost complete stealth, it wasn't until now that Snake felt completely invisible.

There was almost nothing left inside of him at this point. Sadness, triumph, raw nerves, almost nothing. The only bit of emotion he could hold was angry. Pure, unadulterated anger. At himself for not fighting, at his team for not being able to stop the bloodshed, but most of all at....

No. He couldn't be angry at Quaetam. Despite all that had happened, it seemed as if there was an unspoken rule, that Quaetam was an exception to.

And so, instead of going into a rage, Snake simply became invisible. If not literally this time, then at least metaphorically.

Snake entered the party wearing red robes and a matching blood colored mask, that was all a bit too reminiscent of death. He spent the night following fellow members of his team. At the moment, he had been stalking Raya, trying not to attract too much attention to himself.
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Post  Raya on Fri Feb 03, 2012 1:13 pm

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Raya was feeling distinctly uncomfortable about this whole infiltration thing. Parties were not her natural habitat and she had no idea the best way to go about making idle chitchat and digging up some information. Ansem on the other hand was in his element, easily waltzing from guest to guest flirting and making small talk. She decided to let him handle the carousing and slunk back to keep an eye on him. Pretending to be distracted by the buffet table (as it turned out unicorn tasted like beef) she concentrated on eavesdropping on the others guests.

"Looking forward to-"
"-have you brought-"
"-the big event-"
"-wait 'til you see what I-"
"-should be amazing-"

From the sound of things Ashvald had something special planned for later. Hmm, interesting. Perhaps that would be an ideal distraction to break Perry out. As she was musing over the canapés a shadow fell over her.

"Little wolf, little wolf, won't you let me come in?"

She looked up to see a rather large man with a boar mask leering down at her. Oh, great, this was all she needed.

"Uh, good evening."

He leant heavily down on the table, giving her a seedy grin "Now what's a nice little girl like you doing all by herself?"

Oh gawd, is he hitting on me? "Oh no, I'm with someone, he's just..." she flailed, seeing him not put off, and attempted to change the subject "So, are you looking forward to the big event later?"

"Of course!" he guffawed "Always the highlight to old Ashvald's parties!"

"Have you...brought anything?"

"As always!" He winked at her "I think my offering will go down well, if you get what I mean, heh heh. And yourself?"

"Oh, well, I don't like to brag..."

The boar-man laughed "So modest, I like that! Not often you find that here!"

Raya smiled wanly and attempted to extricate herself from the conversation as quickly and politely as possible "Well, y'know, now, I really mu-"

"Going so soon?" he took a step forward "But we've barely got to know each other."

She began edging backwards "No, really, I have to-" she bumped back against a wall Oh shit.

He chuckled "I love it when they play hard to get. Now, what's say we find ourselves a room and-"

"Aha, there you are!" With a swish of his robes Ansem swept between the two of them, giving her a huge wink "What have I told you about wandering off?"

"I, uh..." Raya was completely confused. The boar frowned deeply.

"Is she yours?"

Ansem turned to him and laughed "Yes, she is. Turned my back for a second and she'd wandered off. Not obedient at all, eh?"

The man grumbled in the back of his throat "You need to keep better control over your pets."

"Of course, of course. I need to break this one in a bit more." He turned to Raya, who by the mortified expression on her face had figured out what was going on "Now my little wolf, how am I going to punish you, eh?"

She was genuinely struck dumb with embarrassment "I'm, uh...sorry...master?"

"That's not good enough girl. Obviously you need a beating." He grabbed her arm and winked at the boar "So sorry to bother you. Enjoy the rest of the party!" he yanked her away and the two quickly lost themselves in the crowd, secreting themselves out of sight behind a pillar.

"Oh my GOD!" moaned Raya, burying her face in her hands "That was so embarrassing!"

"Ahaha, well, I got you out of it, didn't I?" laughed Ansem "No need to thank me, all in a day's work."

"You could have done it a bit...less...perverted? Gawd, I don't know whether to thank you or hit you."

"All staying in character. You're not going to get away with being a modest wallflower who says 'no' around here."

"Fair point. Thanks, I guess."

"Hey, Raya," he gave her a grin "Maybe we should get you a collar and a leash as part of your disguise."

"Yes, of course, our friends are certainly not going to take that the wrong way at all."

Ansem chuckled "I'm sure they alre-" he was cut short as Avalanche hastened up to them.

"Guys, Q and I have-" he trailed off "Not interrupting anything, am I?"

"Of course not," Ansem wrapped a hand around Raya's shoulder and yanked her close "We're just getting into character. She's now my obedient little pet who just wants to serve her master, isn't that right dear?"

Avalanche raised an eyebrow and looked at Raya, who was flailing around embarrassedly in a it's-not-what-it-looks-like manner. He chose not to comment "Q and I have found something out." He went on to explain the results of their findings. Raya frowned and related her own information.

"That must be it, the big event. The subhuman torturing is the offering to the demon. But then what do they get in return?"

It dawned on Ansem "Q said that Ashvald always seems to know things and the right moment to strike. Perhaps it's knowledge that he gets? Knowledge of what's to come?"

A terrible though struck Avalanche "Does that mean that Ashvald knows we're here?"

There was a paranoid silence, all of them glancing around at the guests. Raya shook her head "We can deal with that later. Right now we need to let everyone else know and get ready."

There was a blur in the corner of everyone's vision as Snake blinked back into view. "So, shit's going down? I fancy getting in on that."

Raya shot him a deadpan look "Snake, just how long have you been following us about?"

"Long enough," he shot her a wink "Hey Raya, want to huff and puff and blow my house down?"

"Fffff-"

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TD glanced around at the altar, feeling distinctly uncomfortable, then back at the bottle in his hands. The light danced inside like a candle flame. With great effort he uncorked the bottle and gently tipped it up.

A scruffy mass of something tumbled out, making timid little gasps. At first glance it seemed a bird, or something like one, except it appeared to be immaterial and made of light. It flickered weakly, obviously badly suffering from its confinement.

Please, came a voice in his mind, and he was startled to realise it was the one that had called him before Please, I'm so weak...

TD was flummoxed "What can I do? What do you need?"

Essence...

"Essence?"

Force...life...energy.

He stood confused, unsure of what the little creature meant, when an idea occurred to him. He reached for his blade and pressed his finger against the edge, wincing slightly as it broke the skin. He held up his finger, watching the spot of bright crimson well up on the tip, then lowered it down.

The creature lapped at the blood weakly, and as he watched the flickering light grew stronger and stronger, pulsating vibrantly like a heartbeat. It raised up and shook its wings, motes of brightness shaking off it.

"Oh, thank you!" it cried in a female voice "You have freed me!"

"Don't mention it," TD winced again as he held his finger against his sleeve to stem the bleeding "Just...what's going on? Why were you in the bottle?"

"You do not even care what I am, only how I came to be in trouble," the creature laughed, a sound like a chiming bell "I truly have found my hero."

"Ah, well," TD flushed slightly "I heard you calling, you sounded like you were in trouble, so..."

"My name," she said with a smile "Is Aurora. I am a spirit."

"A spirit?"

Aurora scampered up his arm and settled on his shoulder "Spirits are the embodiment of essence, the life energy given off by all living things. But we need it to sustain us. Trapped in the bottle I was starving."

"So giving you some drops of blood-"

"Exactly! But not just blood, I can exist off feelings, memories, your remaining years-" she felt him stiffen and laughed "Do not fear, I only take what is freely offered to me."

"So what were you doing in the bottle?" asked TD, attempting to change the subject.

"I was...an offering."

"An offering? For what?"

"There are demons around here. Demons feed off essence too." Aurora scratched herself nervously "We spirits are made of pure essence. We make good bargaining chips."

"What would they bargain for?"

"Spirits and demons work on the same principle. We can bestow great gifts, but everything has a price. Demons prey on human weakness. They will grant you your heart's desire- power, wealth, fame- but at great cost, such as-"

"A life." TD felt the blood freeze in his veins as he put two and two together. He turned and made to sprint back to the others when he realised Aurora was still perched on his shoulder "Ah, this is going to be dangerous, maybe you should-"

"I'm staying with you." Aurora nuzzled against his cheek "You have saved me and I am in your debt. I can offer you much. You wish to protect your friends, do you not? I may not be able to fight, but I can ensure you can. I can grant you gifts in exchange for essence. With that we both benefit. And besides...I can sense what sort of person you are. You have a good heart, full of hope. I trust you. I know you will do well."

TD blushed ever so slightly before quickly composing himself "Well, ah, just stay safe and out of sight, alright?"

"Of course." She buried herself underneath his hood. As TD left the room she suddenly called out "Hey! Listen!"

TD laughed despite himself, puzzling her "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," he smiled "Nothing."

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King Avalanche:
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FUCK YOU RAYA.

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU

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FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU

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FUCK YOU

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the one time I trust you with my back and you plant a dagger in it.
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Post  Requiem on Fri Feb 17, 2012 1:23 pm

Requiem still wasn't quite sure why he'd decided to take the left path, but he had. Now he was very much regretting it. Unfortunately, things hadn't gone as well here as the had when he had done the snooping around in Quetam's place. At least back then, things had gone smoother. Of course back then, security was a fair amount lighter.

Now, much to his irritation, he found himself blocked off on both sides, four guards glaring at him, ready to make their move to either capture or kill him. He'd tried to reason with them of course, but it had no effect. He did however learn that they'd already 'sent some men to deal with the other intruder', so he figured Fed was probably in trouble. Great. "Listen guys, really, I am truly sorry, my friend and I simply had too much to drink, you know how that goes, don't you? Get drunk, wander off to some place you've never been, and get lost?" He shook his head "It's not fun, I assure you, and now I've got you all pointing- You're not going to let me go, are you?" He asked noting the expressions on their faces.

One of the guards suddenly thrust the pointed edge of their spear at his face. It quickly became quite clear why spears were so common in enclosed spaces. He dropped down to avoid being hit, rolling to the side to narrowly avoid having his skull split open. Somehow this just didn't seem fair. Four against one after all. He wasn't used to these sort of situations. It was always one on one he was best at.

The guard with the spear lunged at Requiem again. Instead of dodging however, he moved to the side and grabbed the shaft, snapping it. He followed that up by taking the piece he had, sweeping around and clubbing the guy in the face with it, which only enraged the other three, causing them to attack as well. He took the clearing he'd opened up with the spearman and made his way out of the blockade. At least here he'd have a better chance of fighting.

It took him a few minutes, but eventually he managed to beat them, taking off down the hall in the direction of Fedaykin. He doubted that he'd need any help, but there wasn't any point in not going, their cover was blown and the best option was to get out as soon as possible.

It didn't take him long to find the spot where Fedaykin was, there were a few more guards sent to apprehend him than there were for Requiem. It was almost insulting. Well, good enough time as any to test out the power of his new... Power. He pressed the small gem that was Weldar's, and was curious to find that it didn't seem to change any, until he moved his arm. It left a ghost image trail behind it which was interesting.

Focusing his energy into the gauntlet, Requiem pulled three copies of himself out. They weren't physical of course, but they did work independantly from him, only needed a bit of direction, such as "Distract the Guards."

One by one the illusions made their way up to the guards and in a creepy synchronized voice said "We Request That You Unhand Our Friend" In the most autonomous voice possible "If you do not comply we will be required to use lethal force."

The Guards, surprised by the sudden intrusion and slightly disturbed by the behavior of them, decided to charge into battle, because hey, they weren't being paid to think. Of course when they put all that effort into swinging swords and spears into people, they were accustomed to hitting resistance. What the didn't expect was to crash through the bodies of their targets and hit the floor, where Requiem was standing over them.

He quickly crushed one of the guards skulls while they were on the floor before drawing the rest of his illusions around him and then into him, opting for the more combat proficient fire weapon which also happened to have blades attatched.

With the Guards now distracted, Fedaykin had a chance to turn to the offensive and dropped two of the guards from the back, leaving only two more left. Requiem drew a small fireball and set one on fire while Fed did some sort of martial art thing that Requiem had never seen before. All in all it was a successful rescue.

With their enemies down, Requiem turned to Fed "I'd say it's about time we take our leave man."
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Post  Raya on Fri Feb 24, 2012 2:34 pm

The sound of a bell rang out through the rooms as a masked man bellowed out for all to hear.

"Attention, everyone! The ceremony is about to begin! Please take your positions!"

An excited chatter sprung up amongst the partygoers as they all rose and began to stream their way into another part of the mansion. The forumers joined the crowd, attempting to keep their heads down and followed the procession. The throng made its way into another room, lined with bookshelves. The wall of the Annex was agape to reveal a stone corridor; a secret passage. The guests made their way into the torchlit passageway, as did the members. The passage began to slope downwards and it was clear they were descending deep into the bowels of the earth. Eventually it opened up into a wide space and the crowd spread out to fill it.

They were in an immense cavern that had been transformed into a ballroom-like hall. Tapestries covered the bare rock walls and the space was illuminated by immense golden chandeliers suspended from the ceiling, the silk ropes anchoring them in place crisscrossing the sides. Towards the back, in front of which the crowd was assembling, stood a stone altar on a raised dais. Before it stood Ashvald in his eagle mask, looking mightily pleased with himself. But behind the altar itself...

Sprawled across the dais was an immense, daemonic abomination. Its body resembled a bloated slug, segmented and fat. It rose into the knots of flesh that stood for shoulders, a tangled mass of spindy arms with far too many joints pouring out from them, the elongated fingers constantly twitching and curling. There was no neck, the grotesque head rising straight from the tumorous shoulders. It was bulbous and out of proportion, like a newborn, with oily pale skin. There was no nose to speak of, its flat face dominated by two enormous almond eyes, milky white with blindness. Between them was the vertical slit of a third closed eye.

As the final guests trickled in Ashvald held his hands high.

"Behold, Shu'Sharradin!"

"Hail, Shu'Sharradin," intoned the congregation obediently.

Ashvald smiled "My beloved guests, I welcome you to the ceremony and the highlight of the night. I trust you've been enjoying the activities I've had on offer?" There was a good natured laugh from the audience "Now then, we'll begin with a warm up. Judicator Barvus will do the honours, since he had to forgo them last time." A chuckle went through the crowd as they remembered the reason why. Barvus made his way onto the dais next to the altar, Ashvald graciously stepping back. A sound of screaming came from the back of the room and the crowd parted to allow a pair of guards through, dragging behind them an elf girl in chains. She shrieked and struggled to no avail as the guards hoisted her up and pinned her to the altar. Barvus raised his hands and called out to the demon.

"Great Shu'Sharradin, Lord Arron has been making increasingly aggressive attempts to take over my areas of business. He has already acquired several of my more profitable establishments and I know he plans to use his political weight to further weaken my power base. I give you this offering, Shu'Sharradin, now tell me, how can I defeat Lord Arron?"

From underneath the altar he produced a sacrificial dagger and plunged it into the elf's chest. She screamed horrifically as he sawed the blade back and forth, reaching into the wound and pulling out her still-beating crimson heart, hoisting it aloft. The girl's scream spluttered and died and what looked like wisps of bright smoke arose from her body, coiling around the proffered heart before being inhaled into the demon's mouth.

"It's absorbing her essence!" hissed Aurora in TD's ear.

Shu'Sharradin swayed from side to side and its third eye opened, revealing a bright shining orb that swam in a dazzling array of colour and light. Opening its slit of a mouth it intoned in a loud voice.

"Lord Arron has designs on stations above his own. In four days time he shall have a meeting with Bishop Essin regarding having several of his rivals declared excommunicate. As he approaches the North Gate his coach will slow due to a brawl in the street. At that moment he shall be vulnerable to assassination."

Judicator Barvus bowed deeply in obvious awe and gratitude, scuttling away, and to Quaetam this whole, terrible contrivance now suddenly fell into place. His fears had been confirmed: Ashvald's hold on power, how he predicted events, how he seemed to always be one step ahead of his opponents with little effort- he was sacrificing lives to this demon in exchange for knowledge of the future. And he'd built up a secret hedonistic cult around it, the tendrils of corruption ensnaring the most prominent members of the city, drawing them into this awful black mass. Quaetam felt physically sick.

"Thank you, thank you," said Ashvald politely to Barvus as the guards tossed the body off stage "Now, ladies and gents, I'd like to get things rolling with a little something of my own."

A massive commotion broke out behind the crowd and they scrambled away as an entire squad of guards came through, dragging an exceptionally angry faun. Perry swore and kicked, digging his hooves in and generally making a scene. Even the mages were struggling to keep the magical bonds in place. With an immense effort Perry was eventually dragged onto the dais and pinned as best as possible to the altar, letting loose a stream of harsh words that didn't need translating from Dutch to be understood. Avalanche made to move forward when a firm hand on his shoulder restrained him. He looked round to see Quaetam, who slightly shook his head. Avalanche bit his lip but held back.

Ashvald took the dagger, still slick with blood, and leered down at Perry "I told you I'd get the information out of you one way or another." He turned to the demon "Great Shu'Sharradin," he called in a booming voice "Illuminate the future with my offering! Despite my efforts the wretched Hierophant continues to thwart my plans. He grows in power every day, undermining my efforts and playing his own schemes. He cannot be allowed to exist any longer. So tell me, Great Shu'Sharradin," Ashvald raised the sacrificial dagger high "TELL ME HOW TO KILL THE HIEROPHANT!"

"PERRY!" screamed Avalanche.

There was a flash of light and a bolt of ice struck Ashvald's hand, knocking the dagger from his grip. He hissed and clutched his hand, glaring at his assailant.

Avalanche suddenly realised that every single person in the room was now staring at him. He had called out, yes, but he hadn't been the one to fire off the spell...beside him Quaetam rose to his full height, silently taking full credit for the attack.

"It's about time you got here!" yelled Perry in mock anger, unable to entirely disguise the relief in his voice.

"What's the meaning of this?!" roared Ashvald "Who are you?!"

Quaetam gripped the side of his mask, paused for a dramatic second and pulled it off.

His face was set, determined, the aura of authority radiating from his features, and a murmuration of surprise rippled through the crowd as they recognised him. Ashvald's expression was one of pure shock before dropping into a furious countenance.

"Hieeeeeerophant," he spat, putting a horrible emphasis on the first syllable "I didn't invite you."

"That much is clear," Quaetam's voice rang out loud and clear throughout the cavern, which fell silent as he stepped forward, "How long have you been head of this little cult, Ashvald?"

"Always a little thorn in my side, aren't you, you pathetic little bureaucrat," sneered Ashvald, ignoring the question "Wander in one day without a penny to your name and just brown-nose your way all the way to the Council and act like you own the place.."

"I rose to power through my own abilities, Ashvald. I did not flirt with the darkness and trade my honour for filth in a revolting bid for power, unlike you it seems."

"And here you are, acting all noble like you earned your position. I wonder, how many bodies did you trample to seize your position? How many of your comrades and rivals did you backstab and destroy on your way to the top?"

Now it was Quaetam's turn to ignore the question "I knew you were a wretched scum of a man, Ashvald, but to sink this far, to descend to such...depravity for the sake of your own personal fulfilment? Demon worshipping? Live sacrifices? Have you no decency, Ashvald? When Claudius finds out about this you will do more than hang, as will all your 'guests'."

"Oh yes, Claudius. I'm sure he's wondering where his little lapdog has got to." There were some nervous titters from the congregation "Our so-called Hammer of Judgement is a fool. He plays at being the glorious paladin and spends his days chasing after heretics. This city, this nation could be so much greater! The Northlands are ours by divine right! Imagine, a world ruled by humans, united under one glorious banner!"

"Subjugated under your banner, you mean. I'd rather perish, as would any who truly understand your true nature, any who have not been blinded by lust and avarice. Do not pretend to be so noble and self-sacrificing, Ashvald, when what I see before my eyes shatters such an image beyond repair. We both know you're incapable of such acts. Nay, this is solely about power for you. Power and complete control."

"Power," Ashvald sneered, "Control? As if you are any different, my dear Hierophant. We are one and the same, you and I. Two sides of a coin. You call me a demon and you a saint? I say it’s nothing but perspective."

Quaetam took another step forward, the crowd again parting for him, and he paused before speaking, this time in a lower, more intimidating voice,

"You don’t seem to comprehend, my dear High Justice, how little you deserve your title. Claudius is already on his way. You’re finished, Ashvald."

Ashvald laughed "Now, isn't this a lovely setup. I can just see it now. The Hierophant is found dead and dismembered, alongside the bodies of his associates. A search of his house leads to the discovery of blasphemous texts; it seems our little friend has been consorting with demons. The city is thrown into turmoil. Claudius is obviously decried as corrupt for having made such a grave error in judgment and must be removed for our safety. I step in, and then..." a terrible smile spread over his face "Killing so many birds with one stone."

Quaetam paused, looking downward, then gazed up at the altar and looked Ashvald in the eyes, seeing the confrontation about to unfold, reaching out with his mind and grasping the flows of magic, ready to strike.

"For once I'm speechless. You're a monster Ashvald, pure and simple."

"You dare to enter my house, crash my party, and then stand there and call me a monster?! You act above your station, by dear Hierophant. But that is of little trouble to me now. You've saved me the bother of having to scheme; it seems as if you've been kind enough to deliver yourself to me." He snapped his fingers "Guards! SEIZE HIM!"

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King Avalanche:
Spoiler:

FUCK YOU RAYA.

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU

AND

FUUUUUUCKKKKK YOOOOOUUUUU

the one time I trust you with my back and you plant a dagger in it.
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Post  TD260 on Fri Feb 24, 2012 5:23 pm

TD stared at the giant slug thing. It was horrifying, to say the least. And to watch the poor girl die right before his eyes... he had been unable to do anything to save her. It shouldn't have mattered. It was another death on top of the many he had seen so far. And yet... it hurt. An innocent slain, her body lay alongside his friends in his mind. He didn't even know her name. Her story. Her life was cut short, a great story now untold. It made him angry. Not moving his head, he glanced towards the shoulder where he knew aurora stood, perched. He couldn't see her, but he could feel her. It was almost as if she were a part of him, an arm or a leg that he could feel.
She whispered in his ear, "Their plan was to feed me to that thing as well. Demons are sick. Twisted. Wrong. They take whatever is offered to them, and whatever they can get. But in this world, with so many people corrupt and blackened, they gorge themselves- meanwhile, the spirits starve, devoid of the free-will offerings humans used to share with us. Demons are a blight that must be removed from this land, along with those who use them."

TD watched as Perry was dragged onto the stage, his fists clenched. Behind him, he heard a shout, and saw Ice fly through the air. He heard Ashvald shout for guards, and saw them begin to move. His hand gripped his sword, and pulled it free.

Glancing at his shoulder, he then fixed his eyes on Perry.

Right... First thing's first. I'm going to get perry free, because we're going to need all the fighters we can get. You with me?
His shoulder got a little warmer, and he heard a soft voice in his head.
Of course.
Eyes narrowing, he dashed forward into the fray.
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Post  Sahrimnir on Sat Feb 25, 2012 5:06 am

As Sahrimnir saw the elf girl being dragged up on the altar, his inner voices were arguing about the best course of action.

I have to save her!

Are you kidding? You'll jeopardize the mission.

If we're going to break Perry out, we'll need to drop the cover sooner or later anyway.

But we don't know where he is! We should at least wait until we find him!

And just sacrifice an innocent girl?

The elf screamed as the dagger was plunged into her chest.

Well, it's too late to do anything about it now.

Fine, we'll do it your way... for now.

Perry was dragged into the room and up on the altar.

Now what?

Well, I'm sure Q and the others have a plan.

A yell of "Perry!" was heard and a bolt of ice struck Ashvald's hand.

I like this plan.

Well, this wasn't quite what I imagined...

Sahrimnir drew his sword and charged it with holy light.

I'm basically an angel, right? I wonder what effect my angelic light would have on a demon.

Sahrimnir flew straight towards Shu'Sharradin.
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Post  Fedaykin on Sun Feb 26, 2012 1:14 pm

Great, so much for a stealh mission. Deep inside, Fed knew, that he was terrible at this. His size and his general clumsiness(which had somehow deminished in this world, but was not gone, by all means) weren't exactly the perfect assets for a spy/thief. A bolt of terror pierced his mind, as a unfamiliar, sinister voice, hissing like a giant snake, appeared out of nowhere in his thoughts."Draal aaz joor! Aus bah malkiir, nax vol naak sil...", it whispered. The Zombie's inner eye saw a shadow crossing the horizon, the guardians on edge. Just with great effort he was able to snap out and dodge the vicious atacks of the guards. They might not want to kill him outright, but they looked like they'd enjoy making him feel pain. Narrowly dodging, Fedaykin found himself pressed into the defense. All he could do was jumping out of the way, kicking in the process and praying, that he'd find a way to escape.

"We Request That You Unhand Our Friend, If you do not comply we will be required to use lethal force."

Despite the odd accentuation, the Lich had never been that glad to hear Requiem's voice. In fact, he was so glad, that he heard it multiple times. Apparently, he was so super glad, that he was seeing Req not only double, but...three...times? Fedaykin was pretty sure, that Spont hadn't brought his medicine with him, nor could he remember taking any other medication. The arrival of the cavalry turned the favour in a matter of moments, the champions victorious. The dude in distress gave his saviour an inquiring ogle, but in response, just got a smile and a shrug. "I'd say, it's about time we take our leave, man." The Zombie couldn't agree more.

They exploited every shadow on their way back. Nobody had raised an alarm yet, but it was just a matter of time. Someone, somewhere, would miss these guys. When they got back to the entrance, they found it unguarded, the crowd was rallying in the center. There they could see Ashvald, standing tall, basking in the attention... and this thing. Once Fed layed his eyes upon it, the voice reappeared, screaming and screeching, maddening. It blacked out all the noise, robbing his senses. Falling on his knees, he barely was able to see Requiem, as he leaned closer, words coming from his mouth, but not reaching their destination. Suddenly, it stopped. The evil voice boomed in his head, shouting at him. "SIEH ZU!"

The world stepped into slow motion. Fedaykin's eyes tracked the dagger plunging into a young woman's chest, cutting out the center of her life. This offering of vitality was brought before the monstrosity, which proceeded sucking out every single bit of power. The Lich's gaze followed the trail of precious, priceless essence of existance, vanishing in a gasping maw of nothingness. A void, created to consume, never to be sated, always demanding more. A Hunger lasting for eternity...

Fedaykin slowly rose to his feet, ignoring his friend's hand, who tried to help him up. He ignored anything around him. Numb inside, walking stiff and clumsy like an automaton, the Lich approached the podium. A faint, sinister laughter echoed through his inner silence.
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Post  Perry on Mon Feb 27, 2012 2:09 pm

With teeth gritted, Perry resisted as the group of soldiers and mages carried him off. It was not on physical strength that he was being overpowered, had it been just the guards he’d have been able to break free already. But those bloody mages were making up a force almost impossible to fight against. Nevertheless, Perry was going to give them a run for their money.
“Sterf, stelletje kloothommels”, he said with gritted teeth while his eyes spat fires at the mages. For a second, one of the mages thought the faun was casting a spell of his own in this odd language, but with no immediate effects the only threat seemed to be the fury in the creatures eyes.

In the distance Perry heard commotion, a large group of people talking and it sounded like a party until a horrendous shriek sounded. Perry was far from an expert on the subject, but he knew that that might as well been a person yelling in agony. “Godverdomme kut harry potters, laat me gaan!”, Perry raged as the adrenaline of his body, reacting to the a dangerous presence as they entered the ball room, empowered his strength.
The mages seemed to struggle more and more, but found strength in their numbers.

He was hauled onto the altar, strapped before the monstrosity, the likes of which Perry had only seen before in his sketchbooks. “….Damn, he ugly”, he said in an apparent baffled tone. This shit had just gotten from somewhat annoying and infuriating to bat shit surrealistic.
He got pulled back, pinned to an altar of sorts with his chest open and exposed for what he could see… a sharp as fuck ceremonial dagger held by a creep. This was getting hairy…

A bolt of ice suddenly interrupted the ceremony, as the dagger was flung out of the creep’s hand and Perry immediately looked in the crowd to see a welcome face, not paying heed to whatever was standing next to him.
“About fucking time!”, he yelled back at roy, glad to see that his one friend had atleast come after him.

A quick array of fancy pants talk and bureaucratic bullshit ensued between the Hierophant and the creep, now dubbed Asfalt, but Perry was too rebellious to pay it any mind… let alone still trying to break fucking free of these kloterige slechte excusen voor menselijke wezens. A battle ensued and the guards that weren’t securing Perry reached for their weapons. Apparently the entire group was present, and immediately shot to arms. The mages seemed to lose their focus, as people were now actively aiming to break their spell and attack them and Perry could notice the limits of his movements being shifted ever so slightly.
He took a large breath, and prepared himself. With a thundering noise, he shouted and roared as he gathered most of his strength to attempt moving again. The mages struggled once more and had to focus everything on keeping the faun in check, as well as the guards.

The spells suddenly broke, presumably due to one of the party members engaging/disabling the mages, and Perry’s burst of power broke loose, making him fall off the altar abruptly and hauling with him a few guards from the other side.
He calmly breathed as he laid on the ground, his body feeling light with the strain of magic lifted. With a light sigh, the faun rose to his feet, the guards from each side immediately trying to restrain him by pulling the chains attached to his arms and neck. But with no magic to support them, the guards stood no chance against the ridiculous bulk of the faun. Perry grabbed the chains himself, and instantly yanked the guards off their feet. With the guards at his feet, it took Perry very little effort to punch down and knock them out forcefully. Their grip on the chains loosened and perry hauled the heavy chains to him, wrapping them around his fore-arms to prevent anyone from grabbing onto them anymore.

He looked around, seeing his fellow forumites popping up left and right, though he still had mixed feelings about the group. They might be nice people, but it was that same niceness that brought Perry to barge off in the first place. He frowned, as the time in the prison and alone HAD make him think about things. He was probably too hard on the people in the first place. As far as his own ethics and morals went, together with his own mind enforcing him to them, he couldn’t expect any of the others to follow every single bit he thought was right. Everything constantly happened so fast in this world, it was as much of a feat that they all managed to adjust to this degree.

As he stood wondering about the facts of life, Perry almost forgot that he was standing in the middle of the fray. A guard seized his chance and attacked the goatman, bringing his sword down onto Perry’s back, but was met with an arm wrapped in chains quickly coming in from the right and smashing him into the nearest wall as Perry turned around. Perry swung the end of the heavy chain around in his hand as he scanned the room for whoever was foolish enough to meet him.
“Let’s clean this shit up, shall we?”

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Post  Quaetam on Tue Feb 28, 2012 1:01 pm

"Guards! SEIZE HIM!" shouted Ashvald, standing atop the altar, standing before the vile Shu’Sharradin, the source of his power, surrounded by a throng of mages and armed guards. The cult erupted into panic, the party guests desperate to escape the chaos, rushing every which way, attempting to get out of the center, to get away from the Hierophant.

The forumites emerged all about, and a number of Ashvald’s guards diverted their attention towards them.

As the crowd quickly cleared away from him, Quaetam, with a quick scan, made out several armored figures approaching from each direction through the throng, eyes fixed upon him. They were heavily armed; Quaetam wore naught but his sword and a cloak, similar to the condition he was in when he fought the other Champions. He was far above the caliber of the nine who charged him now, but getting hit would be devastating. He counted two with pikes, four with blades, two amusedly wielding battleaxes, one wielding a ridiculous heavy object, a flail of sorts.

Four of the guards emerged into the clearing at once.

Quaetam smiled. He was glad the crowd was giving him room.

Allowing the flow of magic he had built up to be released, to wash over him and pass through his hands, he lashed out with an omnidirectional blast of water. The torrent threw back the guards, blasting them into the crowd, and drenching the nearby guests.

No sooner had the first four been blown away when two more guards, one with a blade and one with a pike, entered the cleared space and charged the Hierophant, weapons raised. He lashed out, blasting the pikeman with a flurry of ice shards, knocking him back. In a quick motion he drew his sword, and clashed with the other guard, simultaneously freezing a small patch of ground off to his left. The guard was week, feeble, his motions easy to read. Quaetam struck once high, and the guard parried. He feinted left, and the guard quickly moved to block, but Quaetam spun and drove his sword through the gap between the guard’s armor and helmet, impaling his foe through the neck, dispatching him quickly. The guard fell to the ground and Quaetam pulled out his sword, blood spraying, and sidestepped, spinning, as the pike-wielding guard charged from behind and slipped on the patch of ice Quaetam had created earlier. With a decisive swipe, Quaetam finished his spin and decapitated his off-balance foe. The two bodies hit the ground almost simultaneously.

The next five guards approached at once, all from one side, and Quaetam once more lashed out with a flurry of water. But the guards were prepared, raising shields and gritting their shoulders against the blast. They were not sent flying as the first four were; rather, they were pushed back, blasted, buffeted. And Quaetam shaped the water, causing it to rise under their shields, concentrating on ripping them from the guards' grips. One fell backwards, his shield colliding with his chin, knocking him unconscious and sending him sprawling into the crowd. Concentrating, focusing his mana, Quaetam kept up the flow, exploiting his foes' weaknesses, his left hand outstretched and glowing faintly silver, his fingers twisting, in his right his blade held to low and to his side. Another guard was knocked back, letting out a gurgling cry. The roar of the water was deafening.

A glint of steel crossed his peripheral vision and Quaetam stopped his onslaught, quickly gathering moisture from the air to form a wall of ice to his left. The crossbow bolt was stopped amidst its path. But this gave the remaining guards time to regain their balance and close the gap. One readied his pike, charging the Hierophant, shield still raised, jabbing at Quaetam repeatedly. To his sides, two wielding battleaxes skirted around, attempting to flank the Heirophant. Quaetam stepped back, and back again, unable to properly parry with his sword, only capable of dodging and weaving. …Fucking weapon triangle.

As he retreated, he froze another patch of stone beneath him. Sure enough, the pikeman fell forward as he crossed it, and upon attempting to stand found his shield had been frozen to the ground. His hesitation gave Quaetam time to quickly jab him through a kink in his armor. Clutching his wound, the guard fell to the ground, incapacitated.

As Quaetam took a second to pull his sword from the guard's body, the two axemen roared and swung, and Quaetam chuckled to himself, conjuring a second blade out of ice. He casually sidestepped one swing, used both swords to block the other, and spun, his blades piercing a softspot in the first assailant’s armor. The man fell to the ground, coughing up blood. The second axeman fell swiftly, effortlessly. …Fucking weapon triangle indeed…

A swordman approached, this time precarious. Quaetam allowed himself a brief smile. The guy had learned. The guard’s strokes were powerful but incredibly basic; easy to read, and without much thought behind them, but certainly more than the one he had exchanged blows with moments before. Quaetam dueled the guard for a few brief seconds, taking his time, but swiftly noticed something was wrong… He could see his assailant was holding off. Quaetam stepped back, but rather than press his attack, his foe backed off, and quickly.

Recognition dawning upon him, the Hierophant leapt aside, and the heavy mass of the flail passed through where his midriff had previously been, colliding with the guard he had been dueling, who had failed to distance himself properly. The swordman collapsed in a heap. He wasn’t likely dead, Quaetam could tell, but he was no longer a threat. Realizing he didn't have time to bring his flail about again, the guard dropped his weapon and pulled a dagger from his belt.

Quaetam raised his right blade, pointed it at his foe, staring into the man’s eyes, into the man’s soul, and channeled his energy into his opponent. The guard clutched at his chest as shards of ice wracked his sternum, piercing at his heart, and he fell to his knees. But then Quaetam stopped, hesitated, visions of Fedaykin collapsing flashing before him, that image of the light leaving Weldar’s eyes resurgent once more.

And in the Hierophant's hesitation, the guard, wounded but alive, staggered to his feet and jabbed, his dagger piercing his foe’s shoulder. Quaetam grit his teeth, snapping out of his brief reverie, and swung his blade quickly and lethally, again decapitating his foe.

He swiftly pulled the dagger free, ignoring the pain, and froze the wound over with ice.

He cursed his hesitation. No. There was no time for such thoughts.

Quaetam cleared his mind, again took hold of the floes of magic, and looked about. The whole thing had taken only a minute or two. The bodies of seven guards littered the clearing, two more knocked back about thirty yards from his earlier deluge, another four off to the side. The guests had largely absconded. Quaetam himself had wandered a little away from the altar. And around him the battle had erupted. Guards stood all about, locked in combat with or charging towards one of the Champions. As he perused the scene, another pair of archers fired his way, and Quaetam nonchalantly knocked the arrows aside with a quick blast of water. Glancing towards the altar, where the pair of archers stood, he saw Perry. A handful of guards had the faun physically restrained, and a small circle of mages stood around him, presumably for further binding. He frowned. He couldn’t simply counterspell that sort of enchantment, not in the heat of battle and when so many mages were pouring their strength into it. But something had to be done... .

With another quick glance, he saw no less than another ten guards charging him from all directions, their weapons varied but basic, and he readied himself to fight them off again, calmly calculating their moves. He quickly looked back towards the altar, scanning for the High Justice.

Ashvald had retreated and was now standing by Shu-Sharradin, ceremonial dagger in hand, a malevolent look in his eyes. Quaetam knew where his foe was, knew what he had to do. But first.... He turned back to his pursuers, channeling his power into his twin blades.

I don't have time for this.


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Post  Avalanche on Tue Feb 28, 2012 4:12 pm

From the moment they entered the secret passage Avalanche feld umcomfortable. It was as if there was a voice in the back of his head, telling him to turn around this instant. He tried to shake it of, and tried to keep track of who was walking where, but the elaborate masks made it difficult to track anyone who wasn't Sahrimnir. The wings remained a dead giveaway, and how people failed to notice really astounded Avalanche. Then he remembered the amount of wine he saw during the party and it all made sense.
The crowd poured into a wide open room, big enough to hold a dance and then some. The instinct to turn around and run became even stronger. Avalanche could feel a void. A consuming darkness. Avalanche feld sick looking at the entity on the altar. It seemed to be the source of his unease, and made every viber of him want to get away.

The grip on his staff tightened as he tried to regain his composure. It didn't last a full minute as a elf girl got sacrificed. Avalanche was terrified at the sight of Barvus holding the heart of the girl. He gulped and looked around for his friends. He must have drifted away from them in the crowd, as he even lost sight of Sahrimnir's wings.
The darkness in the room grew stronger and the thing they called Shoesharradien talked. It's message was completely lost to him, as it's voice only served to increase Avalanche's unease to the point he could feel the hairs in his neck stand straight. Part of Avalanche was surprised that such an abomination was even capable of speaking.

As Perry was brought on stage, Avalanche was looking around desperatly for the rest. Were they making their move? Where? When? Who? He glanced back to the stage and saw Perry restrained on the altar.
"Raya? Ansem? Q?"
"tell me, Great Shu'Sharradin"
"TD? Requiem? Sahrimnir?"
"TELL ME HOW TO KILL THE HIEROPHANT!"
Anyone!?
He saw Ashvald raise the dagger.
"PERRY!!!"

He heard the shout, realizing too late it came from him. He briefly caught Ashvald's attention before the dagger got knocked out of his hands and Q spoke up.

Chaos erupted from Ashvald's order, and Avalanche wanted nothing more then to cower and hide till it was all over. He placed various shields randomly over the battlefield, but only caught glimpses of his friends amidst the chaos. Raya leapt overhead, Q was using a wide array of spells and TD seemed to be rushing straight for Perry.
Avalanche decided to take aim and try free a path for him, placing his barriers to keep attackers of off him, before turning around and facing a still very inebriated Barvus.
"Oy priest." he said slurred, leaning on a impressive looking warhammer."Sh'gonna get rough. Don't know how Lord Shu.....Shoe......Suesaraadin responds to the exshitement. You holding.....up?"
Avalanche was stunned to realize that the brute was so far gone he didn't even notice his shout to the faun."....It's tasking to say the least." Avalanche muttered."Can you make sure that these commoners do not approach me?"
Barvus laughed as if he was just told the greatest joke in the universe and turned to face the crowd."What shappend to de modesht pri...priest from earler?" he slurred, swinging his hammer in the empty air.
Avalanche raised his staff. He could do this. Just one firm knock against the skull and the guy should be down."The modest priest from earlier is KNOCKING YOU THE FUCK DOWN!"
Avalanche brought his staff down with full force as Barvus was slowly turning around to face him.
"Yes!" he thought to himself as he could feel his staff making contact. As he looked at his supposed target however, he saw Barvus was unphased and looking incredibly pissed of.
"Oy prrriest." he slurred."Whatcha thinking you doing?"
Avalanche panicked and brought his staff down on his head again. And again. And delivered a horizontal blow.
Barvus took every hit head on and didn't flinch, now raising his own warhammer. It looked as if it took considerable effort for him to stay in balance, and even Avalanche could see the path of his attacked. He carefully sidestepped way before the hammer came down and crushed the floor.
Once more he raised his hammer and Avalanche could see where he was going to hit.
"Shtand sttill you brat." He slurred angrily.
Avalanche held his staff up and placed a barrier to block the third blow, and watched amused as Barvus lost his balance and fell on his ass. He started swearing drunkenly at Avalanche, whatever deity they worshipped, and possibly gravity, while trying to get up.

Though not the knock out blow he had hoped for, Avalanche took it as a victory and fled into the crowd, looking for his friends.
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Post  SnakeInABox on Tue Feb 28, 2012 9:56 pm

Snake stood a mere 5 feet from the girl, as her hears was ripped from her chest. He had never meant to get so close, but the demon at the altar mesmerized him. He had to take a closer look. Though it's two white eyes seemed to be blind, he felt like the third eye was somehow watching him, through the eyelid. He starred at the mass of blob, taking in it's movement and actions.

Perry was brought out and Snake moved behind the monster, watching. If push came to shove, he would have easy assassination access to the monster from behind, for "Negotiations".

Quaetam stepped forward, and before he knew it, a battle had begun. Snake drew his knife and stepped toward the beast. As he raised his hand, he froze. It was watching him. It knew he was there, and this was a trap. Somehow, this beast knew.

Oh well, better off not to cross it anyway.


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Post  Raya on Sun Mar 04, 2012 1:39 pm

Sahriminir charged the demon, sword held high. It didn’t appear to have noticed him; then again, he supposed it was blind. He concentrated, channelling his power into his sword, causing it to glow slightly with holy power. What would happen if he struck the demon with a blessed weapon? He’d soon find out. He reached the dais, leapt with a cry and-

BAMPF In the blink of an eye Shu'Sharradin whirled and struck Sahrimnir, its spindly arms hitting with the force of a whip, knocking him out the air and sending him crashing into the ranks of the party guests with the force of a cannon ball. Sahrimnir wheezed, completely stunned and wondering what the hell had just happened. He propped himself up and saw Shu'Sharradin staring at him- the two milky eyes were unfocused and unseeing, but the third brilliant eye was open and swirling with colour.

Of course, thought Sah It can’t see me, it’s seeing where I will be!

The demon turned away, staring at an apparently empty patch of ground, its multitude of arms writhing and twitching.

I do indeed know where you are, boy, and you shall never touch me.

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