Ultimate Elementum {RP}

"Where am I?" Markus asked as soon as he awoke in an unfamiliar bed. He had no idea how long he had been out but his head was groggy with the feeling of long sleep. He sat up and leaned against the headboard of the temporary bed he was in. He was in a sort of tent, a kind he recognized as a Cornithian base camp tent. Markus swung his legs over the side of his bed and rubbed his forehead as he felt dizzy from the sudden movement. "What... happened?" Markus muttered to himself as he tried to recall the events of earlier. His memory seemed distorted and blurry all except for one scene. His revival, and the carnage he created afterward.

"I... I died." Markus muttered to himself, his hand moving up his chest to the spot where he was impaled by a spear. The memory of this seemed clear now and he remembered everything about that one singular instant. All the pain, anger, torment and peace. All their in one single moment and gone the next, as darkness took his body and put him into a deep slumber. "But how am I alive? And what happened to me afterwards? What was that... Power?"

"You're awake!" A voice rang out as whoever it was came into the tent. Markus looked up and recognized the owner of the voice as the soldier earlier.

"Oh, you." Markus spoke realizing he didn't even know the soldiers name, but that didn't matter. "Where is your commander? Why is this base still here, we've lost the war. We should disassemble before the base is found and we're crushed." Markus finally stood and sighed at his appearance. His clothing was completely torn to shreds and burnt in several places. The only thing that seemed to survive what happened was his scarf.

"There are new clothes there sir. We scraped together what little spare armour we had also but I'm afraid all we had were some gauntlets and shoulder pads. Ever since the last battle we wern't able to gather together the armour of our fallen comrades." Markus saw where he pointed and before long he had re clothed himself in a simple red shirt, baggy black pants and boots. He grabbed the shoulder pads first and placed each one on the appropriate shoulder, letting the straps that held them on cross along his body. The gauntlets were just plain steel gauntlets but felt comfortable as he slipped them on.

"Where's my blade?" Markus asked the soldier. The blade wasn't that important to Markus but it was a memento from his childhood. The soldier looked down worriedly and Markus understood immediately. "What happened?"

"A bomb must have fallen on it, when I found it, it was... completely destroyed." The soldier took out a bundle from his pack and placed it on the ground in front of Markus, who simply kicked it out so he could see what was inside. His blade has broken into two pieces, the broken ends completely melted. It was obvious even to the untrained eye that no bomb could have done something like this but there was no other way to explain it so evidently they had just accepted this reasoning. "There are other blades, just like this one we have around for you to use."

"Thank you, could you take me to your commander? I need to go somewhere and I require his permission to leave, considering he'll be my superior, even if only for a short while."

"Understood sir, I'll take you to him now."
 
John Hunter was looking out into the pass. Because of the situation in hand coupled with the fact that there are no reinforcements left to garrison themselves. The idea of surrender popped into his head. But it is not known for the enemy to let his men leave in piece. To keep fighting would be suicide, and he did not want more deaths seep into his conscious.

He heard one of his soldiers coming towards him with Captain Markus. He said, "Sir, the Captain wishes to speak with you." John responded, turning around, "Thank you Lieutenant." Before turning his attention to Markus. "Hello Captain, come have a seat. I know you want to talk to me about something so tell me what you need." The Commandant smiled, because he wanted to at least hear what his fellow soldiers think of the situation.
 
Eyes opening slowly, David found himself being dragged into the town by his legs, seeing ropes attached to horses only saw to aggravate him. He was a man, not a sack of wheat. It didn't take long before it began to enrage him and for his back to start to cut open and bleed. Then his vision went black. He was then posessed of a great fury, on his right hand was a dark single edged blade. Within seconds he sashed himself free from the ropes, hacking off the horse's hindlimbs in the process. This caused both riders to fall from their dying steeds.

"I don't take well to being tied up, you bastards"

Before the soldiers could even react to him David had leaps forward and beheaded one of the riders, then just as the second grabbed his spear David slashed a wave of darkness into his eyes which blinded the man as David dashed forward and cut him in two.

Up ahead David could see Cassandra's body being dragged along in a similar fashion to his own. After sneaking up to her and cutting her free he found himself surrounded on all sides by the same small force as before.

"I thought he was dead! How could he possibly be alive!?"

"Worry more about your own lives, you fools! And don't think i'll go down so easily this time!"

Plunging his sword into the ground he blasted a wave of darkness around himself, immersing himself and everyone else in a black environment. However, just before he was able to cut them down his powers reached their limits causing him to collapse, reverting to his original form.
 
"How about going to the Aerie?"

Kyrie crossed her arms and fixed her gaze upon Alicia. It was something of a dilemma for the Haari. By the letter of the law, she shouldn't even have been considering taking the woman to the Aerie. Not only would Alicia be turned away upon reaching the entrance to the Ascent, but Kyrie herself would face some sort of punishment for daring to expose the Aerie to outside eyes.

But Kyrie couldn't shake the sensation that this was different. Kyrie was still young, but she was well-versed in Haari lore, and she could not remember any instance of someone other than a Haari being able to fight with the power of the Wind. Add to that the fact that, in her role as a Scout, Kyrie was given the responsibility of reporting back to the Aerie with any information she deemed necessary to the Elders, and the Clan in general. And this piece of information seemed surely to fit into those parameters.

Kyrie made up her mind. A good thing, as she had been staring at Alicia for quite a while, and the Haari thought she noted a hint of discomfort on Alicia's face. "Ok. We'll head for the Aerie. It'll be a long trip, I hope you're prepared."

Kyrie set off in the general direction of her homeland. She had meant what she said about hoping Alicia was prepared. Not only would the journey be long, but the Ascent for a non-Haari could prove ... problematic, at the best of times, and prove fatal at the worst. But if she was truly blessed by the Wind, and survived the Ascent, maybe she deserved to see the Aerie. Kyrie hoped the Elders saw it that way.

For both their sakes.
 
The water surrounding Carita had by now dissipated. She had experimented with her new found power by a bit with menial things like washing off as much of the blood from the platings on her armour, but there was still a lively splash of red across her front. It was most likely caused by a punctured artery from one of the novices she slashed across the throat. The road stretched on forever ahead, much like her life right now, without destination. She ad escaped from the grips f the Black Corp, but neither side will accept her. The assassin trod a thin line where there is nowhere to go.

The surrounding soon changed from the dusty ravines to that of woodlands and green fields. The air was fresher without the constant dusty and dry wind and the sounds of nature made a more soothing atmosphere than the howling of wind rushing through the maze of rocks. For most likely the very first time, Carita allowed her guard to drop. After all, she had rarely seen colours this vibrant and that she had come to the realisation that she had just died and revived. A slight respite was needed. To her left, she spotted a wide tree by the side of the path. It had a thick head of leaves, offering nice shade and coolness against the sun. Taking a few short steps to the base of the tree, Carita dropped to the ground, leaning on the wood and closed her eyes. She wasn't going to sleep. No. No one would ever sleep only on a public road. Her eyes burned with fatigue. The best she could do was not use them while she rested.

Hope no one comes along....

The last thing Carita needed was curious pass-byers....
 
((OOC: Rambling on about Haari lore... But by rights, Haari is your own creation, so I won't go on detailing too much, lest what I say isn't something that you have planned, CassinoChips. @Tipsy Your character should have the blood from earlier, so I'll think her to be dead or something. Mine should have as well, since she was revived after having been killed- that's something you, CassinoChips, should note as well.))

Failing to suppress the grin that came on, Alicia followed Kyrie, smiling cheerfully as she treaded on. Although it was known to the girl through books that the trip there would be arduous, she had little care for it. Especially so when something akin to her dream is close to being fulfilled.

"Thanks!" She said to Kyrie as they began on their journey to the Aerie.

The journey was pretty uneventful, save for Alicia's occasional ramblings of some passages of books she had read before, notably about the Haari, which she was about to learn more about. "... But nothing can compare with seeing it first hand!"

After walking for some time, their path across the green fields had already led them some distance away from the capital city. Taking a glance over her shoulders back at the city, probably getting wrecked by the remnants of the Gallarcians, she could only sigh as she gazed back to the front. To think she had actually came to the place to join the military.

Nevertheless, it was far too late to regret. She was off on another journey once again, and the regret was overwhelmed, instead, by excitement on seeing one of the places she had so desperately wished to see. Her heart pounded against her chest fiercely, and from her words seem to flow out of her endlessly.

"SERIOUSLY!" She exclaims, finally releasing all of the excitement. "I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE IT."

She stretches her arms out, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her. Just then, her eyes catches sight of someone laying under a tree. Blood stained her clothing and with her eyes shut, it seemed as if she was dead. Her pale skin tone seemed to suggest her death to be quite some time ago.

"Uh," Alicia muttered, waving her arms about to direct Kyrie's attention over to the apparent body. "A dead solider this far away?"

"Should we at least, do her a favor and bury her?"
 
OOC: Sorry for the general lack of activity and creativity in my posts - it's really hard to get stuff going when you're the forefront of evil... and having not RPed in an age. D:






IC: For just a brief moment, Turel looked out to the open lands of that which he laid waste, almost unable to recognise the fields he entered not a day prior to this moment. Blast holes in the earth, outskirts of forests burning, bodies littered everywhere - 'twas but a scene from a nightmare. A nightmare brought about by my own hand, mused he. Now gazing out onto the 'untouched' lands, for a brief moment the darkened clouds revealed an opening from which the sun allowed the faintest glimmer of sunlight to caress the lush, green earth. For those few seconds, Turel felt touched beholding nature's gift... even one such as himself could not avoid sorrow - if only for a short time.

'tis for a good cause, he thought. "Legions, sufficient time has been allocated and since expired for your recovery - we move onward now. If you are unable to proceed, then you are left behind. No mercy! Forward!" And at his command, a thunderous march began as seemingly endless waves of Gallacarian soldiers pushed unto their next destination, accompanied by titanic war machines that symbolised the Gallacarian's ruthlessness. Vicious catapults, giant crossbows, innumerable siege towers, huge furnaces and cauldrons the size of houses were hauled by the men to assist in their domination of villages, towns, cities and even nations.

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It was his preference to march ahead of the army when they were nearing an inhabited location. Now that he knew the Elements had awoken, he was authorised to make full use of his own power - of Omni - in the final stretch of the war, much to his necessity. At this point they would be much too weak to be truly effective, but alas the average grunt no longer stood a hope of going toe-to-toe for long on his or her own. The Captains, however... they were wizened. Although completely incapable of magic - as is the rest of the world - they knew what Gallacar was now up against, and were ready to face it. Not quite to the extent of Turel, it could be noted, but every measure helped in the war effort.

Turel could not leave their Cornithian city in his wake unscathed. It was not the will of his master. Issuing orders to direct four furnaces to surround the city in key points, he prepared to bring about utter chaos to the survivors of that land.

Shadow and flame... shadow and flame...
 
Soren had left the peacefull town and began to head west. He had intentions to go to a town that he had been to befor. This town was known as Estes, and it was well-known for its great size. It would take the average person nearly three days to view the whole town. He had visited in his travels befor but he wanted to return to see some old friends he made along his travels. He was well-known at the local inn so he might even be able to stay there for free. If not it would be easy for him to stay with a local, as he knew and befriended several. He had no money because he had put all he could to his health for the past two monthes, so he was flat broke, making it impossable to rent a room.

so Soren headed west for Estes, with the light power lingering inside of him, and he was totally oblivious to this power...

OOC: sorry it was so short, but i will post on his travel when i have more time...
 
Kyrie was content to let Alicia chatter on and on about meeting the Haari and seeing the Aerie first-hand, and about what she had rea regarding Kyrie's people. Some of it was accurate, some of it was myth, and some of it Kyrie had no idea from whence the idea came. But it was a pleasant enough distraction, and something to take their minds off the long journey. Kyrie was thinking of her home and was virtually oblivious to her surroundings when Alicia snapped her out of her reverie.

"Uh. A dead solider this far away?"

It did strike Kyrie as odd, a soldier making it this far before apparently collapsing and expiring. But then they may have received a wound that wasn't immediately fatal, tried to get back to their division's base (or simply flee, more likely), and lost too much blood to make it there.

"Should we at least, do her a favor and bury her?"

Kyrie instinctively wrinkled her nose in distaste. The Haari did not bury their dead, and she, like most of her Clan, found the practice to be coarse and vulgar. Those Haari who lived a full life were instinctively tied to their internal body clock, and could feel when their body was about to give out on them. Or, as the Haari preferred to say, when the Wind was about to call them home. In a final ritual, a Haari performed the Form for the final time, paid the Bloodprice, and took their last Lone Flight. Their bodies were never to be seen again.

But, as it was the practice of virtually every non-Haari to bury their dead, Kyrie pushed away her displeasure of digging in the earth and silently nodded her agreement. She approached the armor-clad figure, noting both that it was a female and that she had a splash of angry red blood across her chestplate. Perhaps that was the remnants of the wound that killed her. Kyrie noted that the armor the woman wore was non-descript. It did not As Kyrie got closer, she noticed the splash of blood rising. And falling. Looking back and giving Alicia a meaningful look, Kyrie crossed her arms across her middle, placing one hand on the hilt of each of her Windswords. Raising her voice, she spoke, intending to wake the sleeping soldier.

"Sleeping on a public road is not the safest of ideas, even for a soldier." Kyrie braced herself for whatever reaction would come.
 
Sweat dripped from her brown hair, the heat haze causing the surrounding to warp and wave. Her vision, however, remained eagle sharp. In an instant her blade came up in an upward sweep before a resounding clash from a downward chop. The powerful blow played havoc on her body, shock rushing down her arm and body. Her knees gave out and instantly went kneeling.

Ha!

Pitifully, Carita raised her blade once more, a left side parry, but the roundhouse swing of the longsword smashed her own, denting the blade before sending it flying. Without a second of respite, the blade dug deep into her chest. Her last sight was the fountain of blood that spurted up from her wound.

Medic! Fix her up.

It was the first near death experience Carita had, and her first day in the barracks....

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"Sleeping on a public road is not the safest of ideas, even for a soldier."

Carita's eyes snapped open. Her sharp golden eyes wide with alert. She could not believe that she had fell asleep, on a pulbic road. It defied all training and that she had not even felt the approach of two females. All her internal instinct call for defense and protection, whatever it may be. Training had her spring to her feet and drawing both rapiers to her hand. Her chest heaved as the instant adrenaline rushed to her head. All around, the slight mist of water began forming once again, as if automatically coming to her protection. Carita herself was not aware of its presence. All she could concentrate on was the two in front. Blood pounded her head as she prepared for the worst. A few seconds passe by before she realised that they were not Gallacarian soldiers, otherwise they would have stabbed her instead of waking her. With that realisation, her heart slowed a bit and she lowered her rapier from her fighting position. The mist dissipated once again into the air without Carita's conscious order. Lowered it may be, but both rapier still stayed in her hands. Both females looke like formidable opponents.

I...i..uh... i am sorry for that. You....startled me..... Many....apologies

As usual, through her black mouth mask, her speech was filled with pauses. Besides killing her target and necessary talks with her fellow corp assassins, Carita had little experience with human interaction. While apologising, her eagle eyes still darted around in their sockets, seeking out any slight movement that may give away a Gallacarian soldier or assassins position. To anyone, they could almost feel how tense the assassin was.
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Alicia was surprised to know this soldier was actually still alive. The blood splattered over her armor seemed to indicate a death wound, yet her slow breathing claimed otherwise. Nevertheless, as Kyrie approached the female warrior carefully, Alicia couldn't help but notice how her hands had moved over to her weapons. Gripping her spear tightly, she herself came close to Kyrie's side, as Kyrie spoke to the soldier.

The soldier's reaction startled her greatly. Her eyes of golden was something she had never came across before, and throw in the fact her initial thought of the soldier being dead, it came as a huge shock.

This shock held her in place as the warrior sprang to her feet and held two rapiers in both hands. The wind stirred up promptly, as Alicia deftly swung her spear beside her, ending this habitually ostentatious maneuver with the blade end pointing at the soldier. The tree the assassin was under swayed slightly, shaken by the wind, gaining strength.

However, what was more shocking was the mist that came up as she slipped into a fighting stance against the two.

Immediately, Alicia's mind was brought back to how she had came to obtain her powers- how she died, was suddenly revived and obtained elemental powers. "You..." She began, just as the assassin stuttered her apologies to the two. Her arms were lowered slightly, but still gripped on to the weapon intensely. Staring into her eyes, Alicia could easily see how tense she was.

Still, this didn't deter the following question she felt a rising need to pose to this person. "You were dead before, and came back to life as well?"

Admittedly, Alicia thought this sounded rather stupid, but considering this had happened to her before, she figured it might have happened to someone else. After all, it always felt good that someone had went through the same experience as well. Maybe she wasn't alone in this as she had originally thought.
 
Soren, who had parted for Estes, was making his way on his path. It was not a road, there was no trail, however it was easy to go as he was walking through plains, soon a forest would come up in his path. He walked thinking to himself...

"Why and how did i suddenly become so healthy? I'm not sure if i feel normal health, or if i feel better... It sounds crazy but i really dont think i have ever felt this good. Maybe it's only by comparison, yeah, thats gotta be it. Being bed-ridden for so long it would feel quite amaxing to suddenly be at full health... But still...this is strange."

he stated aloud "Heh, well this only means im ready for anything..." A confident, almost cocky look grew on his face. Through this forest, then over the mountain, Estes isn't far now...

As he approched the forest, it was a grand forest with much vegatation and abundant animals. Insects filled every corner of the trees, and spiders were well hidden to the un-trained eye. Soren decided to take the shorter path. In fact there was no path where he went. If he were to follow the cleared area he would have to go around the mountain, but he did not want to waste any time at all... He decided to head right up the mountain, in a straight path, over the mountain and then at the base, Estes...

Soren walked as straight as he could, but he had to go around several trees and other plants. He had his sword out just in case any animals were to attack. He used his left hand to swat any spider webs or annoying insects as he walked.

"Well I had better not tell anyone about the plague," he thaught to himself, "or i would be bombarded with questions of, 'how did you survive? What was it like?' or even 'Where did you stay?' That would do nothing but annoy me to death. I hate when people act like that. It's nothing but annoying..."

As time passed he approched a point where the plants began to thin out and the animals would be hard to find. The insects were less seen. This meant he was getting higher up the mountain, soon there would be no trees or even bugs. After that just to begin to travel down.

His breathing became heavy but he had the stamina tokeep going without slowing down. As he climbed he felt the air he was breathing get lighter, and thinner. He decided it best to ignore this and focus on his goal.

Soon enough, there he was, at a point he could see Estes, he no longer needed to go up, but now to walk down to the mountain entrance...
 
The speed at which the black-masked woman leapt up, rapiers in hand startled Kyrie. She reacted by drawing her Windswords and crouching in a defensive position. She absently noted beads of sweat forming on her brow. Odd, she thought. It's not warm at all. She also felt the Winds begin to stir, heading in the direction of Alicia. She is truly blessed, Kyrie thought, admiration for Alicia passing through her mind.

As the woman lowered her swords, Kyrie relaxed ever so slightly and lowered her own blades. Then the woman spoke in a halting voice, slightly muffled by the mask she wore. "I...i..uh... i am sorry for that. You....startled me..... Many....apologies." The stress in her voice was heavy.

Kyrie got the feeling that the woman was not a threat - at least, not currently. The woman was obviously dangerous, and well versed in the killing arts. She carried herself with the bearing of a soldier, and her blades spoke to her craft. But Kyrie decided to take a chance and take a step towards friendly relations. She sheathed her Windswords, and was about to speak when Alicia beat her to it.

"You... You were dead before, and came back to life as well?"

The question struck Kyrie dumb. She had no idea why Alicia would ask such a thing until she remembered what the woman had said when Kyrie had first seen her.

"Didn't I just die earlier?"

Something strange was happening. And somehow these two women were connected, though Kyrie could not fathom how. On top of that, by some serendipitous event, Kyrie had inadvertantly met them both. In was an amazing coincidence, all things considered. But as Kyrie's people said, "One never truly knows which way the wind is going to blow."

Kyrie crossed her arms and eagerly awaited the masked woman's response.
 
In an instant, Carita's heartbeat went back up. No one was supposed to know she had "died". She had killed all ten assassins and she would have known if there were other nearby. Her muscles tensed once again, but she had manage to control her instinct to go defensive. After all, one did sheathe her sword. Her arms remained by her side, but her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

.... Yes. I had....died. How is it that you know of this? Are you from Gallacar?

She had been sure that these two women were not Gallacarian, but then, her senses weren't working well in any case. Maybe more spies or assassins? Normal procedures would have allowed her to kill first, ask later, but she was not an assasin anymore, nor did she think she could take them on.

Something else had been nagging at the back of Carita's head. When she had awoken and jumped into a defensive stance, she felt the wind ripple and catch at her clothes before seemingly swirl around the spear wielding women. The question about her death right afterwards seem a bit too convenient to be a guess. Carita guessed that they might be linked, herself and this woman, but it did not hurt to be careful.
 
"Seriously!?"

Unable to restrain the surprise at her response, her eyes widened as she stared in disbelief at this assassin. Who was she? How could it be that she could have some control over the elements like she did, through death? What could be the destiny fate has in store for this two, that would ultimately put them through somewhat similar scenarios?

Nevertheless, the answer eludes her, as she looks into the golden coloured eyes of this unknown stranger. The elements she had displayed control over was proof of her resurrection, but right now, what was more important was to win her trust. She didn't know what exactly was going on, but one thing's for sure. If she is to get any answers, she should go along with this person.

Or so, her gut instincts seem to be telling her.

However, she wasn't the type to keep her feelings hidden. If she is to win this assassin's trust, she would bare her feelings, thoughts and emotions. Worry about the trouble later, she thought to herself.

"I'm Alicia Seraphim!" She said, introducing herself, albeit awkward. "And she's Kyrie, of the Haari."

Motioning over to Kyrie, she glanced at the Haari woman.

"Right. I don't know your name. But I suppose I'll need your trust with me on this one.... We're not from Gallacar. In fact, we're against them."

She returned her focus on the assassin, her eyes innocent and exuding sincerity.The spear in her hands fell weakly to her sides, subliminally indicating herself to be less of a threat, as she continued, " As to how I know about that... That's because."

She pointed over to the blood stain on her clothing. "Of this here," She tugged at the area which marked her earlier wound- which have already vanished, somehow. "My death wound."
 
((OOC: GAH IT TAKES ME AGES TO POST. Any of you who have me on MSN, care to poke me (HARD. Stab, if you must.) when I need to post? :gonk: I'll forget otherwise >.> I also apologize for errors now >.>))

Cassandra woke to pain, and an uncomfortable pressure around her ankles. A slight whimper escaped her lips as her back bounced on the hard path she was being dragged along. She could almost feel the small cuts and bruises she was sure to see later.. if there was a later. She shut her eyes again and gritted her teeth against the beating her back was taking. There was small relief in the fact that she was not being dragged face down instead.

Cassandra got used to the bouncing, and soon fell into what could almost be called a stupor. Her back was numb, and she was sure she would feel it in the morning, but for now.. nothing. Well, nothing until the moment she stopped bouncing and could reach her ankles. She braced herself with her hands, fingers sinking into the soft ground. Wait.. soft?

A dark flash came from her right, several feet over, and Cassandra snapped her eyes to the source. That man, David.. from before... he was surrounded by a dark ring, quickly expanding and coming her way. She pushed herself to a sitting position and then as quickly as she was able, to a kneeling position. The ring expanded suddenly, coming towards her at an extreme speed, far too fast for her to escape. Throwing her hands up in a futile effort to protect herself, she found herself thinking of her dead family. She would finally see them again...

A few moments passed, and Cassandra still knelt there. She brought her hands to her side, and, eyes still closed, got to her feet, wobbling a bit. Opening her eyes and looking around, she blinked, not quite believing what she was seeing. A wall of rock surrounded her, looking as though it had shot up seconds before the dark wave would have destroyed her. She tapped the top of it, noting how smooth it was, and wondered if it would be possible to make it lower again. As she tapped it, the solid-looking wall lowered slightly, and when she pushed lightly on it, it shot into the ground, leaving no sign of being there.

Several soliders lay around, bleeding and quite possibly dead. Cassandra could see one body laying farther away, on its own. She strode shakily over to the body, and upon reaching him (for it was clearly a male) leaned over to check for signs of life. Blood stained his clothing, and he was laying in a weird position, as though he had just passed out, but his chest rose and fell, however slightly. Despite the blood, he looked familiar... she knew him. David!

Cassandra straightened up as some of the soliders she had assumed to be dead shouted and ran towards her. She stepped in front of David and waved a hand hesitantly. A rock wall with similar proportions to the first sprung up in front of the men running towards her, stopping abruptly. Another wave of her hand, and the wall slid forward a few feet, striking the bodies hard. She was tiring quickly, and certainly couldn't keep this up for long, so rather than fighting the rest of them, she knelt next to David and summoned another rock wall, thick and comforting, to surround them. Settling herself down for a long wait, she poked him absent-mindedly. What now?
 
"Commander." The young captain spoke as he saluted after walking through the entrance to the tent. Without waiting to be put at ease, Markus went into a full on talk about what had hapened. "Sir, I must ask. Why is this camp still here? The war is over from what I have gathered and if this camp is kept the way it is, they'll think we're trying to resist. You're endangering the lives of every soldier here."

Markus rested his hand on the hilt of his blade, something he did whenever he had a headache but he tried his hardest not to show. Ever since he awoke, he had felt this strange feeling deep within his chest, like hot fires were constantly burning within him. "Sir, I'd like to have permission to go to Estes. We need to form a strategy, I recommend you take your men and go underground. I need to speak to someone in Estes and get a proper bearing on the situation."

"Do I have your permission sir?" Markus saluted once more, knowing full well there was no way for the Commander to refuse him.
 
As Soren walked his way into the mountain entrance of Estes, he could see the entire town. Busy with people walking, all the buildings and elaborate cathedrals could be seen. He walked in and made his way to the Giant city gates, where four watch guards stood and watched as Soren aproached. They put their hands on their weapons, but not drawing them out. they could see he was just a kid, but could also see he was well trained... When he got close enough, they asked him two questions. "You there, What do you want to do in here?" the first soldier on the left asked. Soren replied in a friendly manner, "I am a well-known traveler to this town, my Name is Soren Keeshma. I only wish to enter here and stay a few nights while i take a break on my travels and meet up with old friends." The first guard on the right then asked, "And do you have any proofs of this claim?" So naturally Soren responded, "Indeed i do, if you go to the inn and ask the inkeeper my name, or even have them come out here and show me to her, she will indeed recognize me, that is if it is the same person as it has been." The soldier then looked to his right and said the other soldiers, "one of you, go get the inn-keeper, we will keep an eye on him." One soldier simpley nobley stated "SIR!" and ran off to do as he was told.

As they waited Soren decided to make small talk. "So how long you been on the job?"

The soldiers looked at him but only the middle on responded saying, "I'm rather new, I've only been on the job for a few weeks."

Soren responded, "So do you guys really think I could be a threat?"

The soldier on the left quickly replied with, "No but we are just doing our job. You look like you tell the truth...It's nothing personal..."

Soren looked at this soldiers response and nodded while cheerfully saying, "Ah no problem i wouldn't have it any other way! Haha you just keep it up!"

after a moment of silence the soldier that had previously left came back with a relatively tall women wearing round glasses. She was a thin women, very petit but clearly not unhealthy. She had the look of an easily excited women, and she was veary jumpy, often pushing her glasses back on her nose. A bright kind of look was to her and it was easy to tell by appearance that she was an easy one to get along with. the soldier said kindly, "Do you know this kid? He claims his name is Soren..."

she looked at him, "yes i know him..."

OOC: thats all for now, im busy atm...
 
John heard what the man had to say, and to believe, he may have a good idea. If they surrender now or fight, his warriors would have died. He had their blood on their hands. John finally said to Markus, "If I was any old commander, I have you executed for treason...." John paused, then said, "But, you are right. If they are to survive, if we are to survive, then we will do as we must."

Turning to face his men, John said, "Men, we have fought at the forefront against the enemy and despite everything that the enemy has thrown at us, we always held together, we always fought for our friends and families, our kingdom, and for our fellow brothers in arms." John paused, then finally said, "Men, in order to survive the war, we will have to disband."

This caused one of the soldiers to shout saying, "So what? You're giving up the fight? I thought you were supposed to be our leader not such a coward." Another soldier told the other soldier "I don't know about you, but the commandant has got a point. If we keep fighting like this we won't stand a chance." Several of the soldiers agreed with him.

John, with tear shed said, "Thank you for all of your support, just because we are no longer fighting under the Cornithian banner dosen't mean we should give up our fight for the country. Take the fight underground, find support in the unlikeliest of places, who knows maybe there would be people willing to fight for Cornithian Independence, or to change the monarchy in Gallacar. It...has been an honor gentlemen." Raising his sword up he screamed, "For Cornithia!!!" His soldiers would also shout the same thing, "For Cornithia!!!!"

John then said to Markus, "Captain Fairdale, I must ask, who is it are you looking for in Estes?"
 
OOC: Sorry everyone. Forced absence due to study. My apologies for any delay

IC: There was no more life in this city. The old man would die soon, and then his family would leave his rotting corpse to the vultures and wolves if they knew what was good for them.

That was the best case scenario.

Worst case, the man would survive until the wolves blew the door down, and they would all be cast into the jaws of death, and join their elderly relative on the other side.

Avril really did live in a world defined by death. The wars and events that had ravaged the planets had left the blood of millions in its wake.

She wouldn't have it any other way, of course. Blood needed to be spilt or humanity, spineless, weak and mortal as they were, would live out their days in luxury, heedless of the power and majesty of those above them.

Still, it wasn't time yet.

Avril reached into the depths of the Void, the limitless, chaotic energy that fuelled her body and soul. Letting the black Nothingness fill her with power, she relenquished her physical form, and, if anyone had been watching, they would have seen her body simply dissolve, crumble to nothingness and vanish in the wind.

She would soon reach her destination.
 
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