Ultimate Elementum {RP}

I'm Alicia Seraphim! And she's Kyrie, of the Haari.

It was an open declaration of ones name. In normal circumstances, this was almost suicide to give out ones name as it gives a trail to track...unless it was fake. All her senses and logic told Carita to doubt everything, but something from the one named Alicia seemed to override this logic.

"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."

Alicia dropped her stance into a defenceless and peaceful manner. Carita pessimistically kept thinking that it could be the Gallacarians sending a spy with a likely story, but then laughed slightly at the stupidity of her thoughts.

Ha....must be going crazy...

She had died less than an hour ago. No matter how efficient they were, the Black Ops would not be able to verifiy all the information and send a spy to her. No. These people she could trust...sort of. Besides this point, there is one thing that draws Carita to Alicia, that is her death and her resurrection. Never had she heard of this happening and she needed to know more. First things first though. She had to establish a relations before anything and Alicia seemed willing.

I...i am Carita Ostia...an ex....assassin for the Gallacarian army. Recently K.I.A by my former comrades. Although you cannot see it, i had a death wound here from a stab to the lungs. This blood, is not mine though. If you are to seek answer, then i am not the one you seek as i have only revived mere moments ago. I advise we continue to travel. I wish to avoid any Gallacarian units that may still be after my head.

OOC: Srry for the shody post. I am low on motivation for now


 
"yes i know him..." The lady stated as she looked at him.

The guard on the left responded stating, "OK your good to go, Soren."

As Soren walked back into the town, He noticed that there were several guards walking the streets. The usual venders were not quite so obnoxious as they usually were. Pedestrians had taken note of the guards and acted more civil than when he had last visited. Less drunks appeared than usual, however there were still few. People could be seen playing card games around a well just inside the entrance of th town. Several diners and shops lined the streets. There were also large housing buildings split evenly throughout the town as to promote buisness, This city was enormous and it could take nearly an entire two days to see everything it had. In the center of town was an extremely large building that could be spotted from anywhere else in the city. This building was used as a refferance point to help people find out which way they had to go for something in case it be needed. At the center of town is where the rich people lived, and where the best buisness was. Less street merchants sold there, so few there were almost none. It was quite a high-class section that attracted many tourists. The large building in the center was surrounded by a circle of pavement where many other large buildings, mainly for buisness, stood. There was a large inn in that circle where travelers and tourists could stay for a fee, depending on the time of year it could be expensive. This time of year it was rather cheap.

As Soren and the women entered the town, Soren started a conversation. "So Cathrine, how has everything been?"

Cathrine had to think about it. "Buisness has slowed down since the war, but thats how it goes i guess...I have been good, and i still have no luck with men, they can all be so arrogant...no offense"

"Haha, none taken, i can totally agree!"

"So how have you been?"

The two walked making there way into the center of the town, which would take some time. As they passed they saw many guards and soldiers, along with several pedestrians walking the streets to get home, or to the store, or even to work, everyone doing their own thing. Some couples would walk the streets holding hands, but everything seemed orderly. It was obvious people were on edge as seen from behavior, they were very focused on what they needed to do.

"Haha, I'v never been better, i feel fatastic! If i was stupid i would try a backflip, but you and i both know that wouldn't end well!"

"Hehehe, yeah, I'm just glad you haven't caught that plague travelers get...What are they calling it again?"

"The travelers weight...I hear it's quite deadly..."

"Yeah, not a single survivor yet..."

As they progressed in the walk, the civilization became less guard infested and much more sophisticated, slowly but surely.

"You mean known, you never know who might be out there..."

Cathrine thaught this a strange thing to say and looked at him funny..."Why do you say that?"

"I'm just sayin, you never know. Maybe somebody somewhere got it and by some freak-accident was able to get better..."

"I highly doubt that..."

"Hey, i never said it DID happen...I'm just sayin..."

"Soren...there is something your not telling me..."

"yeeaah i never could hide from you...well trust me on this one, i have reason for not telling you..."

"...OK...If you say so..."

"Don't get too worried..."

They continued conversing and kept walking at a constant rate, side by side. The growing sophistication came to an end when they arived at Cathrines inn.

"Hey Cathrine...Would it be possable in any way if i could stay at your place for free? I have no money..."

"Soren...you know what war does to buisness don't you? Not to mention all the guards, if one of them found out i would be in big trouble...I'm sorry but i just can't let you...I suggest you go stay with Barmetis...He always likes company..."

"Ah i know i know...It was worth a shat at least. Thanks anyway, it was good catchin up..."

"Yeah same here, I'll see you later, stop by any time you like..."

"OK i will do..."

Soren and Cathrine parted as Cathrine walked back into her inn...Soren began to walk east and thought in his head, "Off to see Barmetis..."
 
Curiouser and curiouser, thought Kyrie. There was either something the two women were not telling her, or there was something neither one of them knew. Kyrie decided it had to be the latter, as the two women would have had to collaborate before today to be able to actively hide something from Kyrie. The masked one, Carita she had called herself, may have been able to do something along those lines, but Kyrie would be hard pressed to expect that sort of devious activity from Alicia.

"I advise we continue to travel. I wish to avoid any Gallacarian units that may still be after my head."

Kyrie nodded her head in agreement. "Probably a good idea, since they're bound to have found the ones you played with by now, Alicia." She gave the spear-wielding woman a sympathetic smile as she said "We can't go to the Aerie with her. The Elders might let you in. But they definitely wouldn't let Carita in. So that leaves us with the question of what to do next."
 
((OOC: Hm. Where to next.))

As Carita replied to her, surprise wrote itself all over her face. "Tsk," She said, her tone, a strange mix of amusement and curiosity. "I could say the same for myself.." Like Carita, Alicia had been revived not too long ago. Shrugging uncomfortably, she was about to respond further when Kyrie broke her silence.

"Probably a good idea, since they're bound to have found the ones you played with by now, Alicia."

Alicia winced slightly at this reminder. Those two soldiers she brutally murdered earlier were a stern reminder of the fact she now possessed something out of this world. It brought a strange sense of curiosity, but she knew the answers were not coming to her any time soon. Returning Kyrie's smile awkwardly, Alicia nodded as affirmation of what she had said.

"We can't go to the Aerie with her. The Elders might let you in. But they definitely wouldn't let Carita in. So that leaves us with the question of what to do next."

Hugging the spear to herself, she crossed her arms to hold it. "I don't know." She said. The Aerie had been a place she would love to visit, but if it meant leaving Carita behind should the so-called Elders disallow, that wouldn't exactly be travelling together. She sighed," Tsk. I really have no idea."
 
OOC: I'm reeeeeeeeally sorry. xD


Although darkness was hardly shrouding the brilliance that was the sun's light, the billowing gases permeating thickly from the gargantuan cauldrons clouded the atmosphere, adding a somewhat greyed hue to the once-picturesque sights of these lands. What a filthy picture to be painting of this Kingdom... dirt, blood and soot. Filthy, yet oddly appropriate considering the would-be civilised beings inhabiting it.

Turel's thoughts distracted him thoroughly from his task at hand, all be it an unclean one. But on the other hand, what had he done during this war that wasn't unclean? He was directing the largest, single most devastating war effort to have ever been recorded, and he's busy pondering how unpleasantly the rest of the world would think of Gallacar?

Curious...

The sharp odour of spilled guts brought Turel back to the conscious, dying world that was his reluctant playground. With but a light flicker of his fingers, arms remaining still at his sides, the burning cauldrons igniting fiercely, roaring with an intense heat that smouldered any nearby brush that surrounded the east side of the city. As if controlling a puppet on strings, Turel whisked his hands loosely in the air, pinching it with his fingers, and with a sleight of his hand began twisting his wrists. The fire reacted, streaming from the furnace of its birth, becoming irrevocably attracted to its master's location at the heart of the city. Like powerful winding snakes did the fire traverse the nearly empty city, leaving embers in its wake as it slowly and calmly etched nearer and nearer to Turel's position.

He ceased the pinching, forming a claws with both hands and lunged them upward, physically forcing them upward as if meeting some huge resistance in doing so. His body reverberated under the pressure of this tremendous magical force bearing ever-so heavily against him. But he would withstand its might. The snake-like streams violently screamed and launched themselves at Turel, encasing him in some spherical shell, twisting an seemingly ensnaring him. The snakes, still connected to their source, fed continuously into the sphere, encouraging its rapid and violent expansion. Realising the volatile force he was rapidly creating, Turel swiftly altered his movement once more, stretching his arms as high as possible as if he were reaching for the sky - the coiling sphere soon mushroomed and exploded into a massive tornado, contorting and bending erratically.
The snakes stopped feeding the force. Turel had more than enough to work with. Calm as if enjoying a summer's day in the fields, he eased his body. Silence from the roaring inferno forcibly embraced the vicinity; no sound could be heard for leagues across, stunning those unfortunate few from Gallacar to have been tasked with the hauling of cauldrons.

The tornado soon slowed in its violent stance, coming to an eventual halt and... pooled downwards unto the ground as if it were liquid - hugging every inch of the acutely cobbled roads. Against how quickly the nightmarish noise ended, soft rumbling entered earshot - as though hearing an earthquake from some distance. The liquid fire began softly, slowly climbing the surfaces of whatever it was near, tickling the walls and entertaining the notion that this was a lethargic event.

*click* snapped his fingers... a city once gleaming with brilliance would never see its true shine nor form again.
 
OOC: Well, i can get us moving, but for any interaction or any storyline stuff, i'll leave it to you guys.

"We can't go to the Aerie with her. The Elders might let you in. But they definitely wouldn't let Carita in. So that leaves us with the question of what to do next."

"I don't know. Tsk. I really have no idea."

Carita felt bad. It seemed Alicia really wanted to head towards Aerie, as her town had a slight bit of disappointment and a hint of fustration. Was she being a niusance? As an assassin, she was used to travelling alone, and this time wouldn't be any different to the rest, besides the fact that she had a massive price on her head.

Um...if it is a bother, you do not have to travel with me. I should be fine...on my own...

She knew she wouldn't. The event just an hour ago proved it. She had already died once and she didn't think she could survive once more. Still, she did not wish to cause any trouble to befall on the two. If anyone spots her with them, then they, too, will be marked.

In any case, let us head...towards the village along the North-East road? We can... part ways... after we get there...
 
((OOC: Short, but I'm just trying to get us going. I have an idea, check the Discussion thread if you haven't already.))

"Um...if it is a bother, you do not have to travel with me. I should be fine...on my own..."

She probably would be, Kyrie thought. The way she had jumped up instantly to defend herself, and the general manner in which she carried herself told Kyrie that Carita was not one to be trifled with. But these were strange times. Even dangerous times. And it was always better to travel in numbers. Plus, Kyrie was curious as to her two fellow travelers' apparent deaths and consequent resurrections.

"In any case, let us head...towards the village along the North-East road? We can... part ways... after we get there..."

Kyrie nodded agreement. "That sounds like a good idea. We can at least get off the road for a while before we figure out what we're going to do next." Kyrie set off a few steps down the aforementioned road without waiting for a response. She figured they would follow. What else had they to do?
 
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((OOC: A bit of a time-lapse here. I'm not too keen on detailing the sights along the way.. I apologise if I seemed like I'm god-modding here. I assure you it wasn't intentional, but more like it was necessary to further the story.))

Albeit disappointed, Alicia decided that since the two had agreed, she would follow suit. "Well then, since you two have agreed on this." She began. "Then, let us go." And so, the three embarked on their journey, this time, down a north-easterly route.

- A moment later -

Alicia sighed again. Their journey so far had been a quiet one. Carita herself seemed more comfortable not speaking to the rest. Kyrie herself appeared lost in thoughts as the trio walked. Looking straight ahead, Alicia couldn't help but agree that she herself had been quiet for most of the journey as well.

Her mind had been filled mostly with questions. What were the chances that she would meet someone that had went through what she had just went through? This thought kept replaying itself in her head, to the point of irritation. She sighed again, except this time, the sigh became a gasp.

"We're here!" She exclaimed.

Turning to the other two, she grinned widely, hopping excitedly. "WOHOOOOOOOO." She cheered, swinging her spear playfully. Ending the manoeuvre with her weapon pointing towards the village, she announced," Here we are. The village."

"Let us hurry!"

Swerving the spear behind her back, she dashed towards the village. The village was rather rural, the houses mostly made of stones- or mud, Alicia couldn't tell. The roofs were largely composed of stones- or once again, mud, Alicia really can't tell what those were. Slowing down to a walking pace, Alicia stepped into the village.

The houses were mostly rectangular, with about 4 to 5 squarish windows by the sides probably to allow in fresh air. However, Alicia couldn't help but notice that all the houses shared this appearance. There was not one house that stood out for it's extravagance, though some did stand out for the different materials it utilised in it's creation- for instance, using straw for the roofs.

Animals seemed to share the village with the villagers. No matter where Alicia looked, there was always at least one animal within her vision. Perhaps, this caused a distasteful odour about the village. Either that, or the fact the villagers looked horribly dirty.

A woman ambled along. Her brownish complexion seemed to go hand in hand with her clothing. It was a simple skirt that reached down to her knees. However, the colour was a dirty yellow. It didn't take Alicia long to figure out that it was really, a white skirt that had yellowed due to either age, or the purity of water.

Alicia held back an urge to dash out of the village, instead, stopping in her tracks as she awaited the other two.

The villagers themselves, continued about their activities, pausing momentarily to stare at this well-dressed stranger. Further stares were cast on the blood splattered on her clothing.

Alicia, however, ignored them, fearful that looking at them would reveal how disgusted she was at the place. Not that avoiding their glances paid off though- it was written all over her expression.
 
"Let us hurry!"

The young woman's energy was infectious, and Kyrie trotted into the village behind Alicia, a smile on her face. But once she entered the village proper, that smile quickly faded, becoming a frown of disapproval. The village was almost entirely made of mud. She decided she wanted to leave as soon as was possible, and turned to Alicia to tell her as much. Before she could get a word out, a scream rent the air.

Kyrie whipped around to see the woman with the stained dress running toward the far end of the village commons. Looking in the direction the woman was running, Kyrie saw the figure of a man shambling into the village. He was obviously hurt, and in severe distress. As soon as the woman approached the man, he collapsed to his knees. Kyrie made her way in that direction and listened as the man spoke, his voice breaking with the strain.

"The city's destroyed. No warning.... serpents of flame... tornado... everything gone. Everything.... in an instant."

The man was covered in scorch marks, his clothes burned to tatters and hanging off his body in scraps. His body was bruised and bloodied, no doubt from being buffeted by objects blown by the wind. The woman, who must have been his wife or sister, was near hysterics, trying to stop the bleeding with her apron. Glancing over him quickly, Kyrie thought he would survive, but he needed to be taken care of immediately. She put her hand on the woman's shoulder. "Let's take him to your village's healer."

Kyrie slid one of the man's arms over her shoulders, and the woman did the same on the opposite side. Kyrie followed the woman's lead as they took him to a small hut nearby. Shortly thereafter, Kyrie returned to where Carita and Alicia stood. "He should be fine, eventually. But he'll carry scars for the rest of his life." She paused, in thought. "I asked the woman what city he came from. She eventually was able to tell me that it's about 5 miles to the east. How he managed to come that far in that state is beyond comprehension. But I'd like to have a look at what's going on over there. It doesn't sound good, that's for sure."
 
OOC: Short, but...

Avril appeared in the small house she called her own. It was quite cosy, not what one would expect of the Mistress of Nothingness, but she didn't care. This small lack of luxury mattered little to her, though it would matter to her volatile companion, probably living in the castle right now.

Avril wondered whether he had returned yet.
 
Carita liked the village. Her decision was obviously not based on aesthetic, but on pros and cons. For her, the village was dull, drab and uninteresting. It was also small with a few houses. This made for a few things. Firstly, there was nothing of interest that would catch Gallacarian soldiers. Secondly, it was too small to loot anything worthy while and thirdly, thee people themselves seem a bit dull and thick, hence there is less curiosity should she stay here.

Before a word could be said, a cry froma woman tore through the air and from the voice's direction, a heavily injured man stumbled into the village. It was a good opportunity to start redeeming her past by helping this man, but instinctively, Carita placed her left hand on her main gauche. The wound could be a guide. Best not to take chances. There was mass hysterics from several of the villagers, no doubt relatives. All Carita could do was stand aside as Kyrie seem to have the situation under control. Woth her eagle like eyes, the assassin glanced around, particularly down the road where the man had come from, on the look out for threats that may be in pursuit.

"He should be fine, eventually. But he'll carry scars for the rest of his life. I asked the woman what city he came from. She eventually was able to tell me that it's about 5 miles to the east. How he managed to come that far in that state is beyond comprehension. But I'd like to have a look at what's going on over there. It doesn't sound good, that's for sure."

Kyrie's vpoice brought her back face to face with her new associates. Carita was stuck on Kyrie's suggestion. If she was to go, most likely there would be Gallarcarian scouts around and if she got in a fight, then they will report back to headquarters. Running away will be a good deal safer for her cause.

...Let us...go then...

Carita had escape from her previous shackles to free her from her past. Her conscience will continue to haunt her if she continued to run from her past. She needed redemption. Only then, will she truly escape from her shackles. This will be her first step to forgiveness.
 
OOC: another short post, but hopefully this'll move things along for a couple of people... and so I can finally have an interaction scene! =D


The billowing smoke permeating from the city was visible for many a league, towering ever higher into the atmosphere, indicating yet another Gallacarian victory - as no other militia was crude enough to level their adversaries' structures.

Amidst the rubble and charred materials that partially endured the spell, Turel sat still, alone, contemplating his actions and future movements with his legion. Perhaps such a sizeable force was not quite so necessary afterall... the main force of Cornithia had been all but wiped out, everyone else knew that Gallacar essentially had certainty of victory in any future war, and Turel accompanied by his Lieutenants were quite possibly enough of a force to tackle the remaining resistance alone. On the other hand, could he really afford to risk such action of sending his forces back? His charge was far more significant than simply winning a war; his purpose, should it be fulfilled, would determine the future of reality itself...
But enough. The Elements still had to be found, and Turel was seemingly no closer to accomplishing that now, than when he first started. The furnaces were back with the main force now, so Turel made way to resume his position somewhat ahead of the front line. As profound as it seemed at the time, a scout caught sight of three seemingly unremarkable individuals at a distance, walking in this direction. Torn as to whether he should let these curious folk investigate, or confront them... he sent three soldiers to halt their progress and uncover their intentions.

The main force had already moved onward to the next city by this point, so there was little here that would deter travellers or impertinent people from examining the remnants of what once was.
 
They made for interesting traveling companions, the two women who were almost complete polar opposites. Alicia talked a mile a minute, seemingly about anything and everything that popped into her mind. Carita, on the other hand, hardly spoke at all, and when she did, it was in short, clipped sentences. Kyrie, both literally and figuratively, was the middle woman, often reining in Alicia while giving Carita a chance to get in a word in, on the rare occurrence that she wanted to speak.

It was in this manner that they traveled along the road to the now-destroyed city. They were relaxed in each other's company, and thus their guard was lowered somewhat. As they rounded a bend in the trail and came into full view of the path that directly led into the city, Kyrie let out an audible curse. Alicia had been chatting along, but stopped in mid-sentence upon hearing Kyrie's description of the Gallacarian monarch's indiscreet encounter with a barn animal.

Three Gallacarian soldiers approached them up the path. Kyrie knew the rest of the army had to be close, as she could just make out the head of the vanguard at the edge of her vision along the path. She had to think quickly.

Quickly, she whispered to her companions, "Follow my lead." She then set off at a leisurely stroll down the path toward the soldiers, when one called out to her.

"Halt. State your business."

Giving the soldiers a winning smile, she laid on the Innocent Medic routine extra thick. "Good afternoon, gentlemen. We are medics from the local village, hoping to minister to the poor people of this city who were hurt in the attack in any way we can. Won't you please allow us to pass so we can give those wretched souls some relief?"

The Gallacarian laughed pitilessly. "There's none left alive in there, I can assure you."

Kyrie made her face fall, then continued. "Well, then surely you'll allow us to give the deceased a proper burial?"

The soldier debated for a moment, then motioned to the three women. "Follow me. The general will have to grant you permission."

As they walked down the path, Kyrie hung back slightly, getting out of earshot of the three soldiers. "I don't know if you two can control those powers of yours, but it would be best to not use them if we can at all avoid it."

They approached the main part of the army. It was larger than Kyrie anticipated. Her mercenary's eye could see that this army had wiped out the city with little effort on their part. There were hardly any men being treated by a Medic, and there were no litters of soldiers being taken back to Gallacar. Their power must be incredible, she thought, a hint of trepidation forming in the back of her mind.

When they stepped up to the leader of the Gallacarian force, Kyrie immediately sensed his power. It radiated off him in waves. That would explain their power. She watched intently as the soldier respectfully approached the leader and spoke to him. Her entire body tensed as the soldier left the leader's side.

This is not what I had planned.
 
Turel did not pay further attention to the oncoming travellers until the soldiers he sent onward returned with them on their tail.

One of the men halted somewhere before the immediate vicinity of Turel, and only then approached slowly, as if out of a mixture of both respect and fear.

"General, sir, they claim to be medics. They wanted to heal the wounded and bury the dead."

Turel turned, curiously, to face these healers. Taking a few steps forward, towering above all of them, he eyed each lady closely with a cold, piercing gaze before uttering even a word.

"Peculiar. Medics with no healing equipment. Gravediggers with nothing resembling a shovel nor spade. Curious also, that you would find ample time to traverse this far out following the destruction of a city, of which took place not 2 hours prior... with not even a steed. And by what equipment you do have, it is apparent to me you are no medics, and that your intention is certainly not to bury the dead," and taking note of the specks of blood on them, "rather to cause death yourself. So tell me..." Turel etched closer to Kyrie, now mere inches from her, "... what is your purpose here?"
 
Kyrie smiled, as the gears in her mind turned quickly, grinding out answers to the giant man's questions.

"Well you see, we were traveling as it was, and we passed through a small village not far back. A survivor from the attack on the city stumbled into the village gravely wounded. Before he died a terribly tragic death, he managed to tell us what had happened. So here we are."

It was mostly true.

Kyrie continued on. "As to our equipment, I have a few sundry herbs and poultices," Kyrie reached into one of the pouches on her belt slowly, in order to not arouse the soldiers' interest too much. Her fingers passed over a few choice incendiary devices that she noted in her mind. Just in case. She withdrew the small amount of herbs and bandages she often carried and presented them to the general, hoping it would help to assuage his suspicions.

"But we were hoping to use the services of the Medic or mortician already present in the city." She peeked over toward the village, a look of dismay on her face. "We did not realize the devastation was so complete."

Turning back to the general of the Gallacarians, Kyrie blathered on, buying more time. "As for our weapons, well, these days, as I'm sure you can vouch, one must be mindful of their own defense. You just never know what kind of ..." A pause, as Kyrie looked the man who stood three feet taller than she dead in the eye. "... characters ... one might meet."
 
Soren and Cathrine parted as Cathrine walked back into her inn...Soren began to walk east and thought in his head, "Off to see Barmetis..."

"...I wonder how he has been, that guy could lift anything you gave him, such a brute. He cant be doin to bad."

Soren continued to walk east in the town. The east part of this town was for the poor or less fortunate. It was Generally Dirtier there, ans dust and dirt seemed to line the sides of the streets. People walked just like any other part of the town, but it was much more crowded and noisy. Although it was this poor, people that lived there were proud to, and all for various reasons. Some were peoud of the land they owned, some were born into it and hated the idea of leaving their birthplace. The sun gleemed just fine over this side of town, and it was no darker appearing than any other part. In fact it was almost brighter, because the sun was not shadowed by buildings, because there werent many buisnesses in this section to build huge buildings, and if there was a store, it was small and family owned.

Along walking his way, Soren tried not to be spotted, he didn't want to be seen and get slowed down. All he really wanted was to relax for a bit. So he almost glided through the streets until he got to a building at the end of one of the roads. He walked to the door and knocked. Not after long a larg muscular man opened the door. He towered over Soren, and was extremely tall. His muscles were of a scary proportion.

Soren spoke, "Been a while, eh?"

"SOREN!" The monstrosous man spoke. "HEY HOW YA BEEN!?" He spoke quite loudly, and his voice was deep and enough to make mountains shake.

"Haha I have been pretty good, but I'm just gonna get to the point here. I have no money, and i need a place to stay, is it alright if i stay here with you?"

"Soren, of course it is, you're always welcome here." Barmetis walked back into his house and waited fo Soren to enter before closing the door. The house was lit with natural light, and quite pleasing to the eye. It was well organized and quite clean.

"you seem to be doing well..."

"Yeah well, when people need muscle, they hire me, i can do anything, ain't there a thing i cant lift hehe."

"haha thats true...Well I'm tired, i walked here and it was one hell of a walk, so i would like to get some sleep. I'll get goin"

Soren was comfortable with this place and he knew where everything was, so he started up the stairs where there was a spare room, already cleaned and set, almost as if a guest was expected.

"OK just make yourself at home." Barmetis stated before Soren could reach the stairs.

"Goddnight Barmetis."

Soren laid on the bed and went to slepp and to relax
 
Carita allowed Kyrie to do as she pleased. She knew that she could do nothing else. It took all her effort to restrain herself from being suspicious. Through self control, Carita stopped her eyes from darting from soldier to soldier and kept her hands off the hilt of her weapons.

I'm a medic. I'm a medic. I'm a medic. I'm a medic....

In her mind, she kept repeating the lines as to not to subconsciously slip out of character. Of the three, she was the most different. Her eyes, skin and Gallacarian Rapiers meant she stood out. Nothing could be done aobut her skin, but Carita lowered her eyes and had covered her rapiers with a cloak she had picked up from the village. She just hoped the man in front was too busy with organisation and invasion to take notice of her. With so many Gallacarian soldiers around, Carita's heart began thumping hard again, adrenaline pumping into her head. Instantly the air around her began to cool, which reminded what Kyrie had said before.

Calm down...Calm.

Her power was reined in once more. Controlling them was a good deal harder than it seems.
 
ooc: Now lets see if the site will let me post TODAY :rage:

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Awakening moments later, David found himself lying in Cassandra's lap. His vision blurred but he could still make out her general features. A split second after she collapsed, quickly he grabbed her head before she fell as the wall of earth collapsed around them. Seeing nothing in plain sight but a village on one side, the castle town on the other and nothing but corpses between them. Naturally returning was not an option.

Picking Cassandra up he lifted her into his arms and began walking towards the other village. It was important that she rested before they went further, but he also had to be careful of their identities since they were now considered enemies of the country and had not long escaped. They had better leave at dawn to avoid as much attention as possible.

While David walked through the deserted flatlands he began to think to himself about how... Dead the place looked, there was not a living thing in sight, not even a flower. The kingdom must have stopped bothering with anything within which made him wonder how soldiers could stay loyal to such a kingdom, not to mention how the villages still survive. His mind then wandered to himself, he couldn't remember much but he seemed to have died, come bck and... Lost control of himself. Was something going on with his body? Maybe some new drug or something? He then remembered, after a suden flash of power he collapsed and then awoke to Cassandra... Maybe she was as he was? Who else could have created the earth wall after all?

Whatever the case was he had to keep their identities a secret, too many men sought power in this world and learning of them would just place them in danger. Taking note of this he approached the village, it was thn thathe felt a strange aura from somewhere, not necessarily powerful or anything but it seemed to invoke a fury in him...
 
He stared intently, directly into her eyes as she spoke, glancing occasionally at the other two accomplices. One seemed rather stoic, whilst the other aroused suspicion to greater levels. Her restlessness was not something Turel was entirely unfamiliar with; the disturbance in the air was barely even noticed by Turel as the gears of his mind worked overtime, absorbing Kyrie's bile that was being spewed into his ears. It was her final words that sealed every suspicion; the woman in the forefront, if not the others, was definitely not what she claimed. He could barely contain himself, though remained collected in his thoughts and subsequent words.

"And right you are. Uncouth characters in these parts would cut down my men given the chance, so I would have you support the injured. As you can see..." Turel gestured behind himself "...there is not much work following this particular encounter. However I'm sure that during, and following the attack on the next city, your remedial herbs would be quite useful. These creatures are... somewhat evasive."

A smirk was probably the rarest, and possibly the most difficult thing to see about Turel's expression, though the keener eye could spot it.

"A vile imitation of grace. You will join rank and flank us with the rest of our medics." Turel indicated to the same scout who brought them, that he should accompany the trio for the duration.

"The ascent will be steep, but I assume you are prepared for that eventuality too?"

His march was brisk, for every step taken there were two by a normal man. The sound of straining wood and iron could be heard as the tremendous war machines, of what few remained with Turel's personal entourage, were suddenly taken to movement. The main battalion was a significant distance ahead by now, dashing as if their quarry were a mere 10 feet away.

The journey, it seemed, would be fairly swift.
 
((OOC: Apologies for the late posts. ))

Medics?

Amusingly, Alicia had read books about Medicine, but have never gotten the chance to put those knowledge to the test. Nevertheless, for now, her role would be as such, and she decided she would play the part well. As Kyrie negotiated with the guards, Alicia seized the opportunity to look around the place.

The city had been thoroughly devastated. "Follow me. The general will have to grant you permission."

Her pulse hastened. Coming this close to the leader of the enemies caused a fear within her to stir. It didn't help to observe that within the cities, only the bodies of their enemies- Alicia's allies- laid about, and none of their own Gallarcarian soldiers. It spoke volumes of the power of this particular army. Yet for the trio to be here, Alicia felt that she could no longer be as chatty as she could earlier.

When they finally approached the General, this was when Alicia knew how the the city could come to such a disastrous state. This was a man that wielded much power- power that somehow seemed strangely similar to her own. However, she knew that this knowledge had to stay within herself for the time being.

The trio was directed closer to this imposing figure, and Kyrie began speaking with him. Alicia, however, continued on to survey the surroundings curiously. It was no doubt, a surprise for her, to see that there was almost no casualties on the Gallarcarian's side. For a moment, she lost grip of her own powers, but thankfully, that was minimal.

She glanced at the eyes of the General, and seeing how cold it was, she averted her gaze, instead, refocusing on the ground, and leashing her own powers.

"The ascent will be steep, but I assume you are prepared for that eventuality too?"

Alicia firmly ignored that, suppressing the power within her that sought to be released. The wind is a free-spirited entity, it would seem, and while Alicia could easily identify herself with this characteristic.

"Sure!" She ultimately responded, instinctively. When she realised what she had just said, she smiled sheepishly. "Uh.. Yes, General."

Looking away from the man, she couldn't help gulping.
 
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