Fantasy (Closed) The Dragon Princess | IC Thread

Ever since he set off out to the south of Isakar, Adrian had barely stopped for moments at a time to eat or drink or relieve himself, daring not even to sleep as he rode as hard and as fast as his horse could bear all the way down to Solantius. When his horse became spent, he would stop at the nearest town along the way, and acquisition for himself a new stead. Adrian cared not for his thefts, nor for the harm he did to anyone who tried to stop him. All he cared for now was finding Eira quickly, keeping her safe, and getting her back to Varde as soon as possible. And while most would be on the verge of breaking after spending four straight days awake, Adrian had been conditioned through his years of training and military experience to endure such physical and mental strain, not to mention that the magic of his armour also kept him strong and focused throughout his long journey.

Adrian would catch the tail end of the downpour before he would finally catch sight of the city of Sangria, shining brilliantly against the light of the setting sun. With a kick of his heels, Adrian's horse thundered even harder toward the city gates, his steed protesting all the while. He was soon upon the city, pushing his steed to climb the stairs in great bounds before cutting straight past the city gates and guards in a flash, and he did not slow down on the city streets, stampeding through without relent while panicked citizens throw themselves out of Adrian's way, creating all kind of a ruckus. They would, of course, soon recover themselves before turning and shouting various insults in various languages at him. Not that he would have heard them, racing well out of earshot even before they could get back onto their feet.

While some might regard Adrian's haste to be extreme, for him not a moment of time could be wasted. Eira's location may have been a closely guarded state secret, but the Princess' existence itself was not. With Aesa's death, Adrian knew that Eira would be top on the Witcher King's death list, and if the Witcher King is as clever as Adrian feared that he was, then he would have already taken steps to find Eira. Every moment was simply too precious to waste on anything other than finding the Princess. But unlike the Witcher King, Adrian always knew where Eira had been hidden away, in the Sunset Temple her in Sangria. Perhaps, now in hindsight, it was a mistake to send her away, but what is done is done and there is no changing it.

Finally, the Dragon Knight would reach the Sunset Temple itself, pulling back on the reins hard as his horse skids against the stone-paved road, coming to a desperate and shaky stop at the Temple's main entrance. Adrian quickly dismounts and rushes into the Temple, the doors wide open, finding himself within the grandiose Inner Sanctum. Adrian never cared for temples. They were just too quiet, too peaceful. The silence was simply deafening, not to mention they always possess that eery sensation about them, like you are being constantly watched. Meant to be the presence of the Gods, Adrian always found such a sensation more threatening than anything else, like an assassin was always standing at his back, vanishing into nothingness the moment he were to turn around. And yet the presence was still there, always watching, always waiting for the moment to strike.

"Priestesses! Show yourselves!" Adrian could call out, his voice loud and booming after years of practice in giving orders over the din of battle, but nothing and no one would respond to his command, "Maesters! Is anyone present?!"

As silence fell again, it was clear that no one was here, or at least no one living. There was the great golden statue of the Goddess, of course, standing prominently at the far end of the room behind the alter. She stood with outstretched hands, one stretching unevenly out towards the shadows, almost as though it were pointing. Adrian's gaze instinctively followed, to where he saw something in the shadows, a bundle of some kind hidden in the dark. Large enough to be a... body.

With a hammering heart, Adrian made his way over to the shadows, a hand resting on the hilt of one of his swords. As he drew closer, he could see it was indeed a body, afloat in a pool of blood. Kneeling down, and turning the body over, his heart sank to see who it was. Castillo. Adrian knew him, of course. One of Eira's protectors, a good and loyal man, and it was all too clear that he had been murdered. By a dagger, from the look of the entry wounds and their insertion angles, done at very close range. An assassin's techniques.

"Damn it," Adrian growled under his breath, quickly standing and looking to the floor, seeing a trail of blood droplets snaking off towards a distant hallway. He wasted no time in following it, rushing to the hallway, and just as he turns the corner he would catch sight of something on the floor, a piece of rice paper. Picking it up, dread would sink its fangs deep into him. He could recognise Eira's drawing style anywhere, not to mention the figures within the drawing were clearly of him and Aesa, the distinctive black armour making it all too obvious.

The Princess was here! And the assassin is after her! He hoped he was wrong, but he does not have that kind of luck, and neither do the Snowborns.

Clenching the drawing in his fist, Adrian sprints down the hallway following the trail of blood at speed, horrifying images of an unknown assassin raising their dagger at Eira filling his mind. He failed to protect his Queen when she needed him most, but he will not fail his Princess. Even if it is the last thing he ever does.

There was one other witness to the death of Castillo its black eyes like endless darkness gazing out from up in the rafters. Its head cocked to the side as its blackened beak remained shut tightly as if beckoned into utter silence. Its feathers seemed all but unnatural for the raven in what should be fluff took shape more as if it was but a wispy shadow whether the bird was even there in the first place a conundrum the raven itself might possibly be oblivious to itself. As the man was eviscerated the bird seemed almost to revel at the sight glancing upon the Assassin catching sight of its partially fading veil.

Any sort of perceived bloodlust was all but forgotten as the red of crimson cloak seemed far more concerning to the bird. The shadowy raven arched back its wings spreading as if to flap its beak parting to let out a sound though only silence escaping. Its mission done the black bird flapped its wings once as its very form shifted into a strange black inky substance that quickly disipated in a dark mist before fading away from existence. It was as if the bird had not existed in the first place, but a creation of dark magic of which its creator could see through. All the events unfolding the way they desired. There was no going back no, it was time to act now that the little cub no longer had its wise foster parent to disrupt any plans.



Vivien's head tilted up slowly, the long brim of her black hat revealing her covered face. Her hand slowly parting from her pale face showing her somewhat soft though somewhat stern complexation. Both her hazel and blue eye glancing out coming back into focus with the world around her outside of the 'vision' she had. Standing at 5'8 (174cm) with her tall hat made her look quite tall for a typical woman with her rather loose fitting cloaking making her look larger then she really was. An exotic beauty as she had been called, or a monster for those more privy of her. Her hand lifted back up bruhsing a lock of her long dark locks to the side brushing briefly against her earrings as they seemed to glow in the dim light of the temple. Upon her shoulder sat a raven, its head tilting to the side seeming to come to awareness once more just as its Master had before.

"Our target is on the move being chased it seems. Follow me, we will head her off. Don't worry, I'll take care of the pursuer. You only need to worry about making sdure the girl is safe to be transported to where we agreed. " She spoke her voice sounding a bit cold and calculating as if doing a business contract. Not the warmest of ways of talking considering the torment the girl had gone through but considering the contact she had with the Kenku she figured such a tone was better fitting. A smuggler wasn't likely one who wanted to hold any personal connection to whatever 'cargo' they might be sneaking around with. Vivien moved forward taking on a relatively quick pace not quite breaking out into a sprint. She had surveyed the place before to get a good feel of where things were. She had no doubt where to go so they might intersect.

Traveling through the halls Vivien sure enough caught sight of the red cloaked girl. Her eyes locking onto her as she stood tall holding out her hand, beckoning her close. In truth, she hadn't really thought as much about exposing herself to the princess or what she would do to make her trust her. Hopefully she wouldn't be too afraid and she would listen to her. The human element was a much harder thing to account for without having some experience with the person, and given the horrific thing the girl witnessed just moments ago after suffering through the death of her mother it likely made things that much harder to predict. She knew far too well the burden terrible things could put on a child so young. Such a darkness she faced in her own way.

"Quickly, move behind me. My feather compatriot will keep you safe." She spoke trying to speak with a bit of a softer tone beckoning her. Not quite the way she would prefer trying to get on the princess's good side but considering the danger it would have to do for now. If she decided to flee away from her she was still there to stop the Assassin even if it made things a much bigger hassle.

The witch opened her pouch pulling what appeared to be a collection of sticks etched with some strange carvings. Her hand grasped the idol as her lips parted. Her mind focused as her very ethereal energy into a spell. Her lush lips parted as to speak out the spell.

"Retsnom Dloh." Her words sounded strange coming out as her own voice though with an odd echo bellowing just below it barely audible yet adding an almost chilling effect behind her words. The wooden idol in her hand glowed briefly a strange dark tint of purple. The letters etched in the wood carving seeming to shift in what it said before seemingly becoming inert to the naked eye. For one skilled with magic like Vivien, it was clear a form of magic was planted upon the wooden idol, less subtle though given the potential threat it was all but important to ensure its potency might be enough. She tossed it forward carefully as it hit the ground sitting before her as a trap.

Sure enough the figure she was waiting for appeared, following behind the princess like a predator following its prey. Its illusion was in full effect though unseen eyes allowed Vivien to know far better it was no fair maiden who was visible before her. Even without such a sight her very presence seemed to reek of magic even if the illusion did enough to obstruct her from identifying it at a glance. She tilted her had up looking upon the woman with a stern expression on her face. It was her goal to draw the Assassin's ire to herself and away from the princess. From there she could work on ridding of the pesky Assassin herself if needed.

"Traveling the Temple halls alone? You seem to be in search of something. I must say though, that face ill befits you." She spoke quite coldly as she lifted her hand up.

"Lepsid." Her voice came out this time less foreboding then the first lacking the wispy echo of her first spell. The blue magic escaped from her hands swirling around the woman as a blue glow encompassed the woman working in order to dispel the illusion magic that hide away her true appearance from the world. It was only at that point she realized there was another who seemed to be following behind the disguised monster, clearly going on the offensive.

Rasp followed his guide's instruction, the bird keeping a low profile as he followed. "Long as you didn't entrust the cadaver with my payment," he grumbled in a hushed tone, dripping with the city accent of Provins. In his experience, Rasp found most jobs tended to fall apart after the death of a key client. The fact that this gig was starting off with cloak and daggers did not bode well for its likelihood of success. Though there had been worse situations, it didn't seem like their opposition even knew of their presence. Mulling it all over, Rasp skidded to a halt behind the witch as she came to a sudden stop.

"Quickly, move behind me. My feathered compatriot will keep you safe." she assured, reaching out to a seemingly terrified girl. With a raise of his chin, Rasp stared over Vivien's shoulder to look at the youngling he'd been entrusted with. Relatively meek, riddled with shock, and about to be waaaayyyyy out of her depth. There was a mixture of pity and calculative doubt on his gaze, this wasn't going to be easy. "Shake a leg kid," he began just as her pursuer came barreling down the hall behind her. "Preferably now!" he emphasized whilst pulling a hand crossbow from under his jacket. Thankfully, it seemed the attacker was halted by some form of magic. A quick glance towards Vivien and he lowered the weapon, she seemed to have this handled for the time being.

Wasting little time, the bird approached and swiftly took the girl by the arm, "Alright so, hi, name's Rasp. How's your evening going?" If the girl elected to answer, she would have found her response cut short by the smuggler, "Trick question, I know it sucks. And it's about to get worse unless you decide to do some running," His grip slightly tightened as he tugged, partially dragging the poor girl along as they swiftly rounded the corner and exited the hall. "Hey feel free to break a leg or something," he'd mention to Vivien as they passed, "or just waste her, don't know if we're that desperate yet but...meh," With this he'd take off with Eira practically attached at the hip.

The layout of the temple was simple enough to remember, seeing as the whole structure was squarely centered around the main chamber of worship. Rasp had managed to get himself and the princess clear of the assassin, rounding the second corner of three before the main entrance would be upon them. So far they'd met nil resistance, with the Illuminators out on their rounds and any who remained locked away in their quarters. Things were going smooth for a job that started with murder, of course there's always that one sang about chickens and hatching.

There was a clatter of armor, a cacophony of skidding across stone tile, and then they appeared. Two guards and the linen garbed man they flanked, all of which had seemingly materialized from the surrounding pillars themselves. "There, with the maiden, he's not one of the cloth!" the priest pointed out to his escort. "Then we insist you halt, sir. You'll be questioned about this commotion," were the orders of the senior guard, as Rasp and Eira would promptly heed it. The kenku's every feather twitched with suspicion as he ensured to gently brush the princess behind him.

"Crazy broad's down the hall and to the left," Rasp countered, a stern expression across his beak as to not betray any doubts. "Take your complaints up with her," as he spoke he released his grip on the princess, his rear arm going for a pouch on his belt. As he moved, slowly, so did the guards. Approaching with their weapons at the ready, the senior of the two insisted that the two be questioned.

"No need, another watch is heading there as we speak. Again, citizen, I must insist you cooperate. We don't yet know the depth of this situation, answer some questions and we can escort the girl to her chambers," They were maybe a few feet from them now, well within striking range of the spears they carried. Despite this, Rasp's talon had managed to work its way within the pouch, gripping whatever minuscule item that was stowed away within.

"Another watch huh, any chance they're in ear shot?" the bird posed an odd question, something apparent on the faces of the guards and even the clergy member.

"Perhaps, but I can assure you my colleague and I have complete control of this section. Why would you feel the need for more security?"

"To report the three OBVIOUSE assassins I'm bullshitting with," the birds deduction was not taken well. The three men, all of which had varying expressions of concern, suddenly wore glowering scowls. Though the guards halted their approach, the clergy member now walked up to join them. Once he'd retaken his position between them, there was a tense silence for some time. This same man would be the first to break it, "You know who've you thrown in with bird? The monumental risk in all this? We wonder... what's in it for you?"

Rasp was slow to answer for the first time all day, his expression remaining set. The kenku stood straighter, calmer, before throwing a glance to the rear. A brief look over of the princess and he turned back to the opposition with his answer, "Currently?..... A chance to try these little knickknacks," in a sudden burst of motion his talon emerged from the pouch, hurdling the contents within to the floor. There was a sudden plume of smoke, grainy and thick, that managed to obscure them even from the trained view of their enemies. It would hang in the air, almost unnaturally so, acting as a veil of concealment.

Running down the halls of the Temple, Adrian would quickly gain on the fleeing princess and the stalking assassin, following the trail into the gardens before heading through the golden doors and coming upon the outer sanctuary to the Temple. He would soon come upon quite a sight; an armoured warrior with a blooded shield standing over another stranger, a strange woman in arcane dress with an odd and uncomfortable aura about her, and the mentioned third figure splayed out across the marble floor with a crimson face. It would take a moment for him to recognise the assassin, for the blood veiled her Thalantian features somewhat, but more than a glance was sufficient for Adrian to discern her true nature.

Pale skin. Raven hair. And those eyes, amber and cruel, those of a remorseless killer. The Thalantian assassin. Adrian is certain of it.

Adrian did not hesitate. With one quick and smooth motion, the Dragon Knight drew his sword held to his left hip, taking the blade in both hands before raising it high, catching that moment of helpless realisation as it flashed in the assassins eyes, just before the blade came down upon the assassin's head. The sword ran straight through, from the forehead through to the back of the skull, the instinctive sound of shattering bone ringing out along with the crumble of the marble stone beneath. Adrian watched coldly as the light of life soon left the assassin's eyes, and the dark emptiness of death replacing it, a satisfied glint in sparkling in the knight's eyes. Adrian finally withdrew the blade from her head, holding her head down by his boot as he did so, before the Dragon Knight could return to his first duty; finding Eira.

As he sheathed his sword, Adrian looked about the outer sanctuary only to find himself alone with two other strangers, and the obvious question came to his lips. "Where is--"

Before he could finish, however, the high-pitched sound of a struggling young girl drew his attention, his gaze falling upon a small figure cloaked in red behind another, an Avian man, who quickly became accosted by three others. And then, suddenly, a burst of smoke enveloped Eira and the four others, and Adrian's eyes went wide in shock behind his helm.

"Eira!" The Dragon Knight would shout, turning full body before launching himself after her, running fast into the cloud of smoke before colliding into something, someone, hitting them with such force as to knock them clear off their feet, the impact toppling Adrian also, both of them falling clear out of the cloud of smoke with Adrian atop of the Avian. Not missing a beat, the knight looked up to find Eira's tiny frame disappear behind another corner, prompting Adrian to clamber onto his feet to go after her.

"Eira!" He could call again, before getting back onto his feet, only for Adrian to be prodded into his side by a spear to his right. Turning his head, Adrian was met with the sight of a Sangrian guard, or so it appeared. The guards clear aggression spoke of other probabilities, however. As for the spear, it proved fairly impotent against the hard and efficient shielding of Adrian's armour, though the assailant was trying to find a weak point. He will not find one, of course. With the spear's next thrust, Adrian stepped aside while grabbing ahold of the spear's shaft, pulling the spear and dragging the guard close, close enough for Adrian to drew his sword from his right hip before striking in one quick flash against the guards neck. Common guard armour and chainmail rips like paper against the masterwork of ebony blades, and so the guards head came clean off his shoulders, the head rolling away while the body drops to the floor, the guard's body armour creating a mighty metallic boom as it hits the ground.

With the immediate threat dealt with, the Dragon Knight turned his attention back to his mission, sheathing his blade before making off at speed after the princess.

Upon turning the corner he saw the princess escape past, he took a moments sighting of the princess slipping out of the main entrance of the temple, heading out into the streets. Quick though Eira may be, she would not stay ahead of Adrian forever, the knight making it to the entrance of the temple to see her distinctive red cloak flap into the darkness of an alleyway, and he rushed after her. It would not be long until he would finally reach her. In the dark of the alleyway, coming to a dead end by a high wall, Adrian finally caught up to the Princess. Eira shoulders stiffened, her breath quickening once she realized there was no further way to go. The alley only led her to a dead end. This is how it would end.

"Eira." Adrian spoke, finally close enough for her to hear him, and she would recognise that voice. It had been so long, but she knew that voice. Turning to him, Eira would be met with the dark figure of black before her, lit only by the moonlight above. But it was not his figure she remembered, but his voice, and that was enough.

"A-Adrian?" He came. He came back! The Thalantian king hadn't cut his head and mounted with her mother's. It was this new the wave of emotion overwhelming her thoughts that little Eira left her hiding place and dashed towards the one person who reminded her of home and safety. "Adrian!"

Almost at the same time, the two would embrace, the knight kneeling down to her level, Eira rushing into his arms. Small arms wrapped around the knight's neck as the child buried her face into his shoulder and let the tears fall at last. "Thank the Architects that you are safe, little princess." Adrian whispered, holding the little one close as tears nearly formed on the brims of his eyes, not realising just how much fear he was holding until his heart could be relieved of such burden.

But this reunion would be short lived. Behind Adrian, a series of metallic rhythms could be heard, the telltale sign of warriors approaching, a number of them. Releasing the princess, Adrian would quickly stand and unsheath both of his swords, readying himself for anything. "Eira, stay behind me!"

Out of the gloom appeared further assailants, but these were not cloaked by magic. Such ruses were no longer necessary, in this dark alleyway far from any prying eyes. Several figures stood before Adrian and Eira, heavily armed and armoured, weapons in hand and menacing. But most prominently stood one that took Adrian's attentions, a Thalantian in rather distinct armour, one known to the General. He had seen them before, warriors of rank within the Thalantian military, officers that command the Witcher King's legions. The officer raised his hands to his head, taking his helm off, revealing what Adrian already knew. Ivory skin, raven hair, and cruel eyes. Thalantian through and through.

"And finally, it ends." Speaks the Thalantian officer, a smirk upon his face, "Like trained mice, you fall too easily into our traps."

"Traps?" Adrian growls, a little confused. The officer merely glowers in satisfaction.

"Why yes, traps. Did you truly believe you were being clever, sending your princess all the way down here, hoping to hide her from our King's sight?" The officer crows, "He has known about her whereabouts for some time, tracking her down all too easily, almost unsportingly so. Your little rebellion has gone exactly as planned. Like fools, the Snowborns stepped out of the shadows, ready to take vengence upon all of Thalantia. But the shadows is all that protected them. One after another they fell in battle, until now, with only one Snowborn left. All according to plan."

"Y-You lie!" Adrian howled, the Thalantian's poisonous words sinking into his heart, making him doubt, "There is no way all of this was planned!"

"Oh, but it was!" The officer gave out a sinister laugh, stepping forward once, drawing his longsword out from it's sheath and readying himself for battle, "You have been played this whole time. The formation of your rebellion, the fall of Verde, your 'Queen's' victory against the Thalantian Army, and all that proceeded afterwards. We have been five moves ahead of you before this game even started. And all that is left is for the last pieces to fall. You are alone, General. Your agents are dead, you are far from Illyria, and we have been bribing Sangrian officials to look the other way for years. It's checkmate. Surrender, and I will make both of your deaths quick."

His teeth clenched, hands tightening around handles of his swords, Adrian wanted badly to kill this Thalantian filth. But charging forward would risk the Princess, and Adrian would never risk her no matter how satisfying it would be to take this Thalantians head. When it was clear Adrian would not back down, the Thalantian officer just smirked in amusement to the defiance. "You won't make this easy, will you? Good. I do so love the final struggle." The officer would crow, before turning to his minions, a sinister command leaving his lips, "Kill them both."

Thalantians would charge upon Adrian, but he would be ready for them. Fighting defensively, Adrian would dispatch one after another, taking limbs and lives in a shower of blood and visera, all the while keeping Eira at his back and shielding her from all aggressors. An all too familiar routine, Adrian is more than able to deal with Thalantian drones, none could be a match for him. But even as his countrymen fell before Adrian, the Thalantian officer only looked on with cold amusement, watching without feeling. There were so many of them, Thalantians just kept coming, wave after wave, and Adrian was slowing down. But eventually, only the officer remained, and Adrian was covered in Thalantian blood.

"Feeling a little tired, are we?" The officer mocked as Adrian struggled to keep himself standing, shaking from his exertions, the tips of Adrian's swords quivering in the air, "Going four days without sleep and barely any food will do that, you know. Yes, we kept track of you as well. It behooves one to know one's enemy, and their movements. Not to mention you made it all too easy. Those unfortunate enough to cross your path were all too eager to inform on you. And yet you can still fight. But for how much longer?"

The Thalantian officer was right, of course. Adrian was exhausted, straining to keep himself from collapsing where he stood, with only his devotion to protecting Eira being the only thing that drives him to keep fighting. And while his armour is indeed magical, it can only augment the wearer's natural physical strengths, not make up for deficiencies. Adrian has been neglecting himself all in the name of reaching Eira as quickly as possible, and such neglect has disempowered his armour as well as himself. He is at his very limits now, and it would not take much to see him fall.

The changling's eyes didn't take long to fall upon Adrian quick to also take advantage of the opportunity she helped open up to strike down the Assassin rather swiftly and mercilessly. A tactic she had no issue with at all. Leaving an enemy alive would only create later inconveniences. Questioning them for information wasn't at all a concern for her at the moment compared to securing the princess. Any information gathering could happen later once she was able to make sure she was safe from those who might seek to snuff out her life. It at the very least opened the chance for her to follow behind much sooner then she expected.

The sound of Eira's scream to say the least was far from one she wanted to hear. A tinge of anger filling her as it seemed her little plan wasn't going as smoothly as she liked in several ways. A flaw in her planning perhaps, though she wasn't willing to take the full blame. She knew there would be more then one assailant though she had hoped to act swiftly enough to avoid putting too much risk. The Kenku in part seemed a bit less reliable then she had hoped. Perhaps in part her own expectations for him to handle escorting the girl without incident being a bit too overly idealistic. The witch quickly took off following behind.

Arriving her eyes darted about seeing that the knight had managed to take care of the attackers though it was clear the princess had since moved. Likely having ran away given the lack of a body as the fog created by the kenku started to fade. More frusteration setting in on Vivien. Despite it she bit it all back clearing her head glancing over towards Rasp. Her best bet was to take to the air and attempt to track her down. It would be much easier to spot her and keep track of her from there along with the potential attackers.

"I'll take flight. Try to keep up as best you can. Considering there are so many pursuers try and get another distraction prepared so we can slip down into the sewers and hopefully throw them off our trail. As... annoying as this other man is, he might be useful in getting her trust so she might be more compliant."

Her head turned back towards the more bulky looking armored fellow who had helped before. He didn't seem like an enemy still though she wasn't really the thankful type either. Her head turned away neglecting to say anything at all to him as the raven on her shoulder cawed. A black mist forming around her body as it suddenly contracted. The human encompassing black fog shrinking down onto only that of a raven was left behind. A strange dark purple hue seeming to emanate from it until even that haze was gone. The bird jumped from then ground its wings spreading wide as the shapeshifted Vivien took to the sky leaving the other two behind.

The bird swooped through the city flying high in the air. Its head turned glancing upon the various streets looking for signs. Sure enough there were many figures venturing the streets of much more nefarious intent. A perhaps normally troubling sight though as of now a rather useful tool in limiting down the options of where the princess might of ran. She hadn't expected to be nearly this many within the city walls. It was clear they had arrived much sooner then she expected and had been amassing numbers to ensure their victory before striking. A much more methodical approach even for an assassin. They must of saw a great deal of value in working to ensure they could kill her should their first attempt fail.

Her eyes fell upon the ally finally spotting the princess with the General fighting back several of the attackers as more worked to funnel in. A rather impressive if not fruitless display. There were so many that a simple martial weapon would do little in terms of batting away the numbers before more might arrive. One of her talents would be far better suited to putting a quick end to it all to grant a chance for an escape. Theraven flew down to the ground a sudden puff of dark purple fog errupting as a light could be seen briefly.

"Nosirp Yci Noitaremolgnoc"

The words were chanted out as she held her hands in front of her. Her wide brim hat seemed to shift back slightly on her head as a gust of gold air errupted out. Ice quickly formed spreading along the ground and tight ally walls. All the Assassins charging in suddenly finding their bodies encompassed by a thick layer of ice coating their bodies keeping them frozen in place. The icy wall stretching out from the ally out onto the streets having caught many even approaching in frozen. Vivien let out a soft sigh as the cold mist escaped her own lips showing a small bit of fatigue from using such a strong spell, one she wasn't quite as versed with using compared to more... dangerous and unseemly types that would of likely been just as effective without being as immediately tiring.

"Quick, move... we need to head right from this ally and down the street. The ice will only hold them so long."

She spoke as she seemed to be regaining her composure a bit. Chances were some might be unable to escape her ice and simply suffocate to death though she didn't want to come off murderous. Many were much more likely with some effort to at least break out even if it might take some time to escape with the particular strong ones doing so a bit quicker. Her plans were disrupted a bit though it wasn't beyond being salvaged. Even if she had to put in all the work she would do what she could though she hoped the Kenku she hired would go and prove his usefulness in getting them out of there without her having to expand all her resources to do so.