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Yoren sighed a little, before following after Lanister, all the while feelings of uselessness and futility would surge through him. He hadn't wanted the royalty to come for many reasons, with the biggest being that if Lance and Cecile were captured, Yaro would have powerful captives, ones that would doubtless assure him of victory against Bathelon and Rose, and perhaps lead to him trying to conquer all of Morganna. The turncloak seemed mad enough to do it. Or perhaps worse.

Mayor Caius, who had been silent up until now, chose then to speak up. "My heroes, I do believe that the upstart King Yaro surely knows of your impending arrival, as it seems he has not only captured your friends, but somehow convinced King Oromis to bend to his will. If I may boldly speak, you will all surely die if you decide to travel there openly. However, I do believe I have an idea on how to get you all inside the city, and close enough to Yaro as to kill him, without raising suspicions," Caius would state. Turning back, Yoren would examine the portly man before speaking. "Why should we trust you? How do we know that you won't simply try to kill us all, or turn us over to Yaro?" The old man asked. "Well, because you all saved myself and my people. And as too loyalties, I only bent the knee to that mad child so that neither me nor anyone in Wyrm's Head would have to face the headsman's axe. I owe him nothing," The Mayor explained. "Alright then, what's your idea?" Yoren wold ask.

"It's quite simple, really. You all shall disguise yourselves, except for those that King Yaro does not know about, and we shall make a formal request for aid, with the cover for how the town was saved being that you three," The mayor would motion to Lenelia, Dread, and Alamar, "Saved the town, with the rest of you having abandoned us in our darkest hour. Then, once we have obtained an audience, you can kill him right there. Yunakai will be free from under the heel of that madman, and you will be able to do whatever you need to cure the princess of her ailment." Caius would explain. Yoren would turn back to the rest of the group, and speak. "So, what do you all think of that idea? I personally believe it will be our greatest chance at defeating Yaro when he is most susceptible."

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Falamar grinned at the sight of the gold, taking a single piece and biting into it. Yep, it was real. "Oh, it's still called a king. We just vote on who's family line gets it. A moot, you see. My father won the last one, and now, perhaps I shall too," He would state. He was affixed by the thought of even more. . . until he heard that word. "Empire? Surely you jest, your grace. No man has held an empire in many a year, not since Lady Morganna. Before that, the closest we'd ever come to an Empire was Kylorin, and that was just Yunakai and the Lanun Isles together as a single nation. You'd need an army of demons to do that," The Privateer laughed at his own joke, before putting the gold piece back into the bag, "But hey, I'm not getting payed to make an empire, I'm here to transport you folks." He'd state, as Chalondra and Oromis would enter the room separately

He was quite surprised at the sight of Oromis stomping around. "Thought he was dead or hypnotized or some such," Falamar would mutter under his breath to himself. Perhaps Oromis really had bent the knee. The thought scared Falamar to the core. If he's able to manipulate a man like that to do his bidding without magic, there's no telling what he can do. Maybe that Empire isn't as impossible as I had imagined Falamar thought to himself. As the two leaders would leave, Falamar would follow behind, muttering something under his breath, "Oh Condatis, protect me and my people from this coming storm." The privateer would follow several feet behind Oromis and Yaro, his steps placed so expertly as to make a cat's footwork loud. He would over hear much of the conversation, especially the invasion route and the fact that Yaro had demons under his control.

After a moment, he would back away quietly, before returning to the main room. There, he would grab the nearest servant by the shoulder, a cleaning boy. "Hey kid, I need you to give someone at the docks a message. Five gold if you go, another ten if you come back. What do you say?" The child thought about it for a minute, before nodding in agreement. Taking a journal and charcoal stick out, the privateer would quickly scrawl the message onto the paper, before giving it to the servant, and telling him where to go.

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At the docks, Amergin would be in the captains quarters, which doubled as the cart room for the Black Wind. There would be a knock at the door, before a head would poke in. "Amergin, a kids here to see you. Says he's got some sorta message from the captain. Says it's reeal urgent like, he says." The first mate nodded. "Send him in,".

The boy would walk in, quickly pulling out a scrap of paper that he would hand to Amergin, who would read it. As he read, a smile would spread across his face.

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The dagger thrown by Ferris would hit Edward's pauldron, and while it would not pierce the steel, it would definitely leave a nasty bruise there later. Edward would stand near Natha with the Radiant Guard, weapons at the ready, before blood curdling laughter would seem to come from all directions at once.
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Louise would nod slightly, before proceeding to dig into her satchel, then pulling a small vial out. "This should numb the pain you're experiencing, but I would not suggest moving much for a time. You could cause permanent damage to your body if you do," Louise would explain to Maeve.
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After the voice finished laughing, it would speak. "You're nothing more than a petulant child, Prince of Alethea." Quezor's voice seemed to echo around the room, more than likely because of some magic of his. "Ever so focused on the past, on how perfect and pretty it was, and yet never looking to the future. Not truly, anyway. Your goals are flaccid, worthless, meager little things that, in the grand scheme of this world and all others, mean absolutely bloody nothing. Nobody alive today cares about your dead little sister. Not that little knight, not your demon bound love interest, and certainly not those gold painted tin soldiers or 'purified' demons. No one cares. And I certainly don't care about that petty demon forged ring on your finger. No, I want something far more powerful than anything you've ever seen before." The Chaotic demon stated all of this bluntly, simply.

"Do you know the tale of the human king who used to rule this city? When I first heard of Kylorin, his story fascinated me to no end. A simple mortal, given the power of the gods themselves to defeat a creation of those very self same gods. At first, I thought it was nothing more than myth, but the more I learned of him, the more his power became more plausible. And the more I longed for it. In my studies, I learned of the existence of two artifacts. The Trident of Kylorin, and the Eye of Cassiel. The Trident of Kylorin was the first enchanted item to ever exist, being created by the god of magic himself. It's function is unknown, but I believe it is now used by the kingdom of Yunakai as a scepter of sorts, passed down to the next king, though it's power can only be accessed by those of the blood of Kylorin. But, the Eye of Cassiel is by far the more interesting. It is believed by every scholar I have encountered to not just be a simple relic, but a reliquary for all the worlds mana, and whosoever is able to lay hold of it, is able to become a something more. To become. . .a Living God!" Quezor would shout, before devolving into a fit of insane laughter for a few moments. Once he finished, he would clear his throat and continue.

"Of course, there were setbacks. The biggest being when that little brat you call a sister burned my research into ashes! I payed her back for that, though. But, after so many years, I have found it! The Eye lies within the tomb of Kylorin, allowing him to rest in an eternal slumber! However, I needed someone with the blood of Kylorin, no matter how small a trace. Even if they were half demon." Another chuckle. "Yes, boy, you are one of the last living descendants of Kylorin in the entire world! And here you are, right before me. It's almost as though Arawn himself led you to me! And now, thief, it's time for you to give me what is destined to me, and DIE!" As he would scream those final words, crystallized red spikes would rip through the stone tiles beneath Natha's feet, in an attempt to kill the Gravewalker.

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Prudence was sitting in an upright position, still cradling her sleeping Alfio. When Yaro leaned forward to kiss her, her expression sagged into a frown with a slightly protruding bottom lip. She knew he was leaving again. She watched as the others hurried from the room to assist Mizuki, but of course Prudence stayed behind. She then leered at Edwin after Yaro instructed him to stay. What would she need with Edwin? She wondered. Finally, she rolled her eyes and muttered harshly, "don't just stand there. At least make yourself useful. Bring me water!" She demanded. Edwin said nothing as he scrambled to comply, desperate for the approval of these people.

And just like that, Edwin was Prudence's bitch.

The group soon took their leave. There was an old and worn road leading from the Wyrm's Skull into a downward slope. The road would lead them to Amberjack, and if it were daylight the group might have seen the city looming in the distant fog. However, things were pitch black. The path down from the skull soon opened into a wider trail with various palm trees scattered about its sides.

Cecile listened to the opinions of the others as they continued forward. Alamar was sarcastically teasing Lance, and Cecile couldn't help but giggle at the things he was saying. She knew Lance didn't take to jokes very well. She flashed him a small smile before turning to the mayor and Yoren as they began speaking.

The mayor was detailing a plan for them to infiltrate Amberjack. The group would pose as survivors of Wyrm seeking aid. It seemed believable enough, thought Cecile. The plan seemed to be their only hope since Yaro surely had been warned of their arrival.

"I think the plan could work. but how should we disguise ourselves?" She asked. Certainly, the Rose Princess would have to be disguised, as would Lance. Lanister Yaro definitely recognized... but Cecile didn't know about Aizen. Cecile was trotting along with the group, struggling internally to keep up but managing to.

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Lanister would think for a moment, before speaking up. "You know....presenting Cecile and Lance in court would make for a good way to gain entry. " Lanister said. Before they could all speak, Lanister would hold up his hands. "No, really, it could work! Like the mayor said, the three could say they captured the two leading an attack on Wyrm's head. All the while, me, Master Yoren, and Aizen could sneak in, and get close enough to reach Yaro. I am still hoping for a peaceful resolution with the man, but if nothing else, we'll still have the advantage of surprise." Lanister said.

"I know you may not like being used as Bait, your highness, but this witch...she is our best chance at getting you cured. We need to get you close."

"Yes Oromis, it would be best to round up as many men and women as possible, but we are a very stressed time-table. My master, Master Yoren, and another agent are coming, which means that we're pressed for time- That is why I am giving you full command of my forces garrisoned here. " Yaro said. Wait, he was giving Oromis his ENTIRE army stationed? "The plan is for your forces to take control of the ruined City, and capture the neighboring villages. These villages on the outer parts of the mountains hold stores of food, water, supplies....things the Rose Kingdom needs. Wouldn't it be best if we prevented them from being used, or better yet, used them for ourselves?"

Yaro would pace around the map. "This has to fall into place carefully Oromis. The Rose Kingdom was not decimated during the Rat Plague like our kingdom and Bathelon was. That means they're at full strength, and while their king is a fucking idiot, the Lord Commander is not. Do NOT underestimate them. " Yaro growled. He knew Oromis had his pride, but he hoped the man was smart enough not to get his people needlessly killed. This was a war, not a dick-showing contest.

Yaro was used very careful strategy in dealing with them. "-and do not worry, I am not simply leaving you hanging. I, myself, will be acting as bait." Yaro said, pointing towards Gallica Pass. "I'll be taking about five hundred men to attack Gallica Pass, and plant a foot-hold there. I don't intend on keeping the position, the plan is to distract them. With their armies focused on the pass, you could assault the out-lining villages, and strike at the heart of the Rose Kingdom, before they can even mount a proper defense. Your main objective? Kill King Rose."

"We'll have them out-flanked, out-matched, and leaderless. The Rose Kingdom will not stand a chance, and by years end? They will fall....and their riches will be in the hand of the new Military Viceroy, Oromis Silverspire the Indomitable." Yaro said, gesturing towards him.

"My people will be whatever you need us to be, Lord Oromis." Lexus said, bowing his head to the man, showing respect. "Though if I might make a suggestion- There is not that many of us. My forces top little over a thousand. We'd be best off as shock-troopers or skirmishers, hitting hard and getting away before they know what's up. Also, my sister presents a gift.....crafted by the ishikawa and Saika clans."

Lexus would unveil the package he had, before holding it out towards Oromis. It was one of the famed Repeater Rifles of the Demon Clans. "We have a hundred of these rifles in stock at the moment, but the Saika clan likely holds more.....Not all of your forces are proficient with magic, but with these? They'll allow even the stupidest man to kill with ease." Lexus promised. "Whatever your orders, My lord- We shall follow."

Natha would.....take these hits. The demonic form only seemingly glowing brighter. He would then reach up his hand...and a blast would shatter the shards, sending them flying.

"You dare claim, what you have no right too...."

"You dare insult my sisters memory...."

"You dare try to defile one of my families sacred burial sites, like the filthy leech you are, trying to grasp what you DO NOT UNDERSTAND!"

Maeve/Kalamitat, Louise, and Edward could hear how much on the edge he was, the demonic prince walking before Quezor, the darkness swirling around him. Yet, the flames of his fire....seemed to be consuming them. He gave off a power, that only Kalamitat and Quezor would recognize- Though it was barley enough to even challenge the former's, It was still dangerous for a mortal to hold this kind of power.

This was.....the power of the Infernal King, son of Agares.

"YOU HAVE NO CLAIM TO THIS POWER, PRETENDER! NO CLAIM!" Natha roared, drawing the sword, and holding up his ringed hand. "I am Nathandir Tognir InAinn! I am Kylorin's last living descendant, what is his passes down onto me! I am the Last living Prince of Alethea, a kingdom STOLEN from me, which I will repay IN BLOOD!" Natha said.

Before he made a declaration that would strike the very heart of every person there.

"I AM THE TRUE LORD OF MORGANNA!"

As his voice boomed, the demons purified behind him roared in approval. Just what was Natha becoming, under the influence of that ring AND his demon form?

Before anything more could be done, even with the gaping wounds in his chest, Natha charged forward with a bloody cry of rage, striking the ground near Quezor, creating a small shock-wave. He would then send bolts of the liquid fire towards Quezor. He didn't want nothing more than to complete and utterly DESTROY him.

If this continued, Natha might be consumed by his hate. Just like Kuvira.....Just like Yaro.

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"Final review..." He knew what he had to do. He had his plans formulated, he knew where to hit. "I take the bulk of the Yunakai force and assault the secret pass, while you act as a distraction. I then make my way through Rose, hit their capital, and kill their King...and you think that will be enough to knock them into Chaos? You said yourself their Commander is not a moron, he would just take over, would he not?" Not that it mattered. He was prepared for a full scale attack. He had demons, he had troops. That should be enough. Thinking for a brief moment, he almost wished he had his brother here. He would know what to do, he always seemed to know something about everything.

But that was a thing of the past. He couldn't really remember the last time they had worked together anyway, and he had lived most of his life without needing the pest, so he handled it himself, and he would handle this all the same. "Not that I care. I can kill the Rose. The question is, how do you want me to..." He halted. Who cares what HE wanted him to do. He knew damn well what he would do. He could hold the capital from the inside.

"Once I take hold of the Rose, where will you be? By then you will have time to gather more troops and hurl them against the Rose. You will face no resistance because their pathetic armies will be rushed back to the Capital. That gives you free reign to do whatever you want to the country."

He looked at the Demon. "Thank you for your gift." He wouldn't use it. Maybe give it to someone. Throw it away. Who knew. "Yes I think I would enjoy your company. I understand you are few, but of course you are much better then most of the morons that hang around in these armies. I treasure your forces as though they were 100 times more then they are." Then with a grin, "Besides, I'm sure you guys can teach me a thing or too about how to send people to the depths."

Without waiting for too much of a reply, he jumped up. "I will be needing a horse-no don't get up I'll get it. I will be off to recruit, should be back here...soon enough. Might take a few weeks for me to do what I want, but I know we are in haste. Have troops ready on my arrival, and have fun murdering your old Master! Not that I care, but he is coming alone? To face you?"

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He had heard a lot about what they were going to be doing. Certainly this was not helping him much with his arcane studies, and while he was quite anxious to get to the college, he knew that this could be far more important. He needed to leave a good impression on the Royalty here if his plans were to ever come true. "So we are going to go kill the Rebel King? Or I should say the Yunakai King?" Not that he believed for a second Oromis knelt on his own free will. There had to be something else going on; he knew Oromis quite well, and while they never kept in much contact, he always kept an eye on him. Oromis was not one to ever kneel, surrender, or think for that matter. He was one to ruthlessly kill his opponent, or die trying-and it should be noted he would try to kill as many as he possibly could when going down.

"And what would my role be in such? I would quite enjoy anything that would help the Rose here. For that matter, I think I should be one of the people who go with the King and Princess, because they might use some extra...protection? A person like me has to have magical shields, especially ones that are hard to detect. I would be a good asset for keeping the Royalty safe should anything go wrong..."

Who knows if that was actually what he'd do. He would certainly save one of them, as he needed them to continue his plans. If he could let one die and keep the other and make it look like he tried his best, he would take it. "Unless you think I am needed elsewhere?

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Lance bristled at Alamar's rude comments but said nothing in return, his weary posture straightening minimally as if to say, Your insults are beneath me. He tuned out Cecile's laughter and missed her quick smile as he followed the group, listening to the mayor's plan. Not a bad idea--certainly not foolproof, but not the worst thing ever.

When Alamar suggested coming with Lance and Cecile, the king spun sharply on his heel to stare at Alamar. "And would you really do your best to protect us?" he asked, tone icy and gaze suspicious. He didn't trust Alamar, not one bit.

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Maeve frowned. "For how long? How are we gonna catch up with the group?" she asked, shifting slightly and wincing in pain still, despite the medicine. Her clothing shifted slightly, revealing a small portion of the nasty blue-purple-black bruise covering her side. Catching sight of it, the assassin groaned. That would take forever to heal!

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It didn't take long for Ferris to recover once she materialized outside of Traghad. It was a quick, easy walk to the antechamber, too, and just like that the group was there.. back turned and an easy target. The demoness's normally boastful nature was a deadly silent as she stalked forwards. Then suddenly, she raised her sword, took on a stance, and raced forwards with unnatural speed, intending to impale Natha on her sword and end his life. There would be no torture, because Ferris didn't want to gloat. She just wanted him to stop talking, moving, breathing, laughing, everything. Of course.. conversion would be nice, too, she realized. The thought of showing Natha who he could actually be sent shivers of anticipation down her spine. That would be a better route, yes.

Instead of striking at a fatal spot, she shifted her sword's tip to aim at his knee. There was a chance she'd be defeated or subdued, of course, but that was the last thing on her mind.

Disguise..? Lenelia took one look at Dreadnought and at himself. They... really stood out, when put simply. There would be no justifying a massive metal golem in a disguise of any sort. As they travelled along, Lenelia raised his hand.

"So uh.. the big guy and I." He pointed to Dread, his brow furrowing in concern. "I dont think you can really.. disguise that. So should we like.. travel apart from you , to snatch away suspicion?" This wasn't Lenelia's fight, anyway.. though for his friend's sake, he wanted to stick around and make sure he got there.

Aizen turned and looked to the bard and the Golem. Indeed, their uniqueness was a problem. Particularly Lenelia's loud mouth. "That's probably what you'll have to do, Bard." He replied to Lenelia's suggestion of those two splitting up. "As for a disguise.. I have something for you." He reached into his robes, and pulled away two oranges, unpeeled, and tossed them at Lenelia.

"Stuff those into your shirt, undo your ponytail."

Lenelia's jaw dropped at the audacity. He already looked girly enough.. but this little gremlins wanted him to.. Lenelia couldn't even finish the thought. He just stared down at the oranges in his hands.. wondering if he could even go through with such a thing.

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Cecile bit her lip to keep quiet when Lanister contributed to the plan. She looked nervously to Lance, eyeing him closely in attempt to determine his feelings for the idea of Lanister's. Currently, it meant Lance and Cecile would have to travel alone with the golem and Lenelia. This made her uneasy as she questioned whether they could be trusted, but Cecile was determined not to crack. No squeaks, no trembles, and no whining, she told herself.

She turned her focus next to Alamar when Lance confronted him. Lance's uncertainty did not help, but at least Alamar was a normal person, she realized guiltily. She would want another human accompanying them should she and Lance have to be taken in as bait. Cecile also approached Alamar, looking him up and down quizzically before brushing a hand softly across Lance's arm, "we've seen the magic he's capable of. I think he can protect us."

The Rose Princess straightened herself and said to Lanister, "very well, Lanister. I'll do it", she agreed. She and Lance would be escorted by this heroic trio to Amberjack while Lanister, Aizen, and Yoren traveled swiftly into Amberjack behind them. This would at least get everyone safely into the awaiting capital, believed Cecile. She sighed as the group continued onward, unable to keep her thoughts from the dangers ahead. How could Oromis do this? She wondered. She still remembered his strange behavior in the palace, and it made her wish to speak with him. It was all difficult to believe.

She jumped, snapped from her thoughts when Aizen tossed the oranges. She laughed and approached Lenelia, "fear not, you will be accompanying us". She reached forward and took an orange from his hand. She began to suck the sweet juice from it as they walked, happy for the distraction. Silence fell over the group once more until suddenly Cecile stopped and pointed upward in the distance, "look, look! I think I see something!"

In the darkness ahead were the gates of Amberjack. They had almost arrived. If the group were to separate themselves, now would be the time to do so.

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Alamar stood a distance from the king, about two swords lengths away. he looked a bit upward, so his eyes could meet the King's without actually showing anyone else (unless they were really looking). "Your majesty, you mean to imply that I would not do my best in protecting the Rose's finest? Or even the world's finest for that matter!" His voice was perfect, a mixture of offense and sincerity, but his eyes, oh his eyes read something much different. They bore deep into Lance's, seeing into him, and even allowing Lance to see into his own. They seemed to say, 'You know very well that I won't try my best in defending YOU. So what are you going to do about it?'

Alamar knew quite well that as long as he kept in Cecile's good side, and never said any of this out loud, he would be fine. "Of course I will, and Cecile is right. I thought I have proven myself enough to be trusted by you!" He gave one last look at the king, before turning to Cecile. "But your majesty must not blame the good King, he is smart to be wary. You never know who you can trust." He pulled out a little silver statue of a mini dragon. He whisperd something to it, and it popped to life, and flew around the Princess's head and settled on her shoulder. "A gift. And proof that I put my life before yours, and the King."

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Lenelia looked down at the remaining orange as Cecile took the other, shrugging his shoulders. He felt the need to disguise.. just in case things went south. He didn't want to be stalked by anyone that survived the skirmish knowing he may have been a part of it. He was also relieved to not give himself fake breasts via fruit. Though.. no one truly knew him down here. Maybe he could get away with being undisguised, particularly if he was to accompany Cecile and co.

Meanwhile, Aizen's fist clenched a bit, unsatisfied that he could not humiliate the drama queen of a bard further. He never really saw a musician as particularly useful. At least he didn't have a reason to go with him, now.

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The catacombs was dark and cold. The flames crackling was the only thing that broke the silence in the tombs. Nothing seemed indifferent in this underground burial until the chamber held a sound.

BANG! BANG!

A coffin began to shake, the rambling let out a disturbing sound before it stopped. CREEAAK. Went the casket door opened by the corpse's hand. The body still decomposing at a steady pace. It sat up and glanced around, the dress around it fairly intact whilst the bouquet of dead roses rested on it's left hand. How dreary the burial looked, how unwelcoming it seemed. She preceeded to exiting out her's resting place, groaning in pain as her body began to... Regenerate. Her blue skin turned fair, her organs started to form once again, her hair growing back to it's previous length. The girl gasped for air as her lungs revived itself.

The girl placed her roses on the coffin, picking up the potrait of herself in her days of glory. Her fingers ran through the seams. A smirk curled onto her face involuntarily. she had done it! She had beaten death!

She wasn't sure how long she was gone for or what have changed due to passing, but there was surely one thing that she knew. Her mission would continue, though she was aware that the possibly of more obstacles had increase, she had a few more tricks up her sleeve and more motivation to come out victorious.

The door suddenly widened by the coroner. "Show yourself in the name of the king!" He announced while walking aimlessly with a torch in palm of his hands. He was a man with an average height yet a build that was bigger than most. The rambling of the coffin began again more viciously than before. He was disappointed to see the tomb in it's usual state. The man seemed courageous until he heard a Caw from the ebony bird. The Raven fluttered her wings, sitting lonely on the placid bust of someone's beloved.

"Where you the one to make those noises? How did you even get down here?" The coroner asked curiously as if hoping for a reply. He began to reach out to bird of prey, until it cawed once more and fled out the open door. Her wings soaring through the midnight sky. She ventured to the palace, the King's chambers to be specific, she thought it was the best time to rekindle her old flame.

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Guess who back again for round two! Woot woot!

And this is Robyn BTW lol

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Klaus would just hear the door close behind him. Approaching from behind, Chalondra would step forward, before looking down towards Mizuki. She was clearly injured....Chalondra would take out a dagger, and point it at her heart. "It would be so simple to cut this problem at the source....but even I have limits on how far I'd go." She said, stabbing it into the wood. She had a worried look on her face, as if she recognized the damage done.

Looking towards Klaus, Chalondra would cross her arms. "I must thank you, Healer. Though I am curious....what is you need from me?" She asked. She was naturally weary of Klaus....for obvious reasons.

Yaro would just press his fingers to his temples at Oromis's childish acts. He needed a general, not another fool! "Oromis, I told you from the beginning- Kill whoever will not support you, spare those that will. If i am asking you to do this, and to take care of the idiot man that is a king, what is the first thing I would expect you to do logically? Cut the head of their military. Cut the head of the snake, and the body dies. It is not hard to understand, Oromis! You're smarter than this." He said, before finally calling Oromis out on his distracted manner.

"You've been acting distracted and jittery the last hour, what is troubling you?"

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Klaus turned his attention to Chalondra as she entered and questioned him. Just one gaze into her eyes spelled out her mistrust. Klaus could feel the animosity between them rising. However, his girlfriend scientific partner's recovery outweighed his hostility. He paced around the room, knowing he was in a hurry as he looked around for ingredients meant for treating acid burns.

"I have some vermin to vaporize.. monarchs or some other insurgent force. In the meantime, I would like for you to watch over Mizuki, and if I am not back within say, two hours, proceed to treat her acidic burns with cold water, bicarbonate powders and mineral oil. I would just heal them myself, but those burns are curiously devouring my holy aura.. thus I believe they must be treated by conventional means. She is concussed, but allowed to sleep. Got that all written down? Good I must go. Alphreghm." [Farewell.] The last word he spoke in Abyssal, certain a Demon like Chalondra would understand it. He then hurried off, dragging his Mr. Spanky off of the nearest counter and fastening it to his belt. Without even gaining Yaro' s consent or intel, the Doctor rushed off, desiring only to clear away the invaders quickly enough that he could heal Mizuki and retrieve the Gray Truth in one day.
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"Look at it this way, Big Steel," Lenelia cut in, slowly catching on to their scheme. "Whoever it is they're fighting, they don't know who we are. Theyve got no beef with us, see? Im thinking we will be disguised as ourselves, but with the mindset of "we saved the town and rescued some people". Does that make sense?" Hopefully that was how it was to be interpreted. Yaro knew just about everyone here except Lenelia, Dreadnought and possibly Alamar. They could get away with being theirselves. "Woe to any bounty hunters they send after us."

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Lance's eyes narrowed at Alamar, and the expression deepened into a scowl that shadowed his eyes in the darkness. "Grovel all you like. I am capable of protecting myself, but I am not interested in being stabbed in the back as soon as I turn around," he snapped, and began ignoring the irritating magician. He eyed the silver dragon before sighing; at least he knew how to convince the more oblivious that he was on their side. Something about him put Lance off, other than the whole stealing life thing, but the king refused to comment on it any further. Obviously it wasn't getting them anywhere.

"You're not so much recognizable as you are obvious. And you'd need an obvious fighter to back up the claim that we were captured after leading an attack," he replied. "I think hiding in plain sight would be better than trying to disguise you," Lance added.

"Good eyes, Cecile. If we're going to do this, we'd better do it now," he said, gesturing towards the gates of Amberjack.

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Cecile's eyes widened curiously at the silver dragon statue and she looked on in amazement when it transformed before her eyes into a live dragon. The skinny creature floated gracrfully to her shoulder where it perched itself and nipped at Cecile's pink cheek. Cecile couldn't help but giggle from it, but it appeared Lance wasn't so easily amused.

She turned then to hear Lance's cold remarks. It was a risky endeavor, thought Cecile, but there was no more time to waste. Cecile said, "very well. We should go", and with that the team prepared for their entrance.

Cecile stepped over to Lanister, who would be slipping into the kingdom after them. She hugged the old man, nervous about leaving with these strangers. "Make sure you come for us", Cecile said to him. She smiled warily to Aizen, hoping he could tell the message was for him, too. Following her goodbyes, Cecile and Lance were ushered over to the trio.

Lance and Cecile stood between Lenelia and Dreadnaught, and Alamar was to appear as their leader. They were to deliver the two royals to Yaro as prisoners, and shortly after Lanister, Yoren, and Aizen would launch a sneak attack. This group moved forward into the city of AMberjack, and would likely meet Klaus first. Inheritance
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"Maybe I have some use for you afterall", scoffed Prudence. The chubby, short female was standing before a full length mirror. She was wearing a plane white dress, one loose and made from linen to keep her comfortable. Her hair wasn't in its usual pony tail, but was instead in a rounded braid stiched perfectly around her scalp like a crown. It was a Morganna's Crown, a braid famously adorned by the Lady Morganna herself. It was a very popular hairstyle among maidens to this day. Edwin learned how to do these braids from Cecile, something he wouldn't have admitted. Prudence seemed satisfied with the do as she admired it in the mirror.

Edwin said nothing as Prudence then crossed the room to look down into her baby's cradle. Alfio was still sound asleep. A sweet sounding snore could be heard from it. She gently touched him, watching her child closely. Then Prudence gestured for Edwin to follow her out the door. Prudence returned to where Yaro and Oromis were discussing their plans to attack the Rose Kingdom. "Good evening, my king", said Prudence as they entered, but she said nothing else as she could see Yaro waiting for Oromis to answer. instead, she only fluttered her eyes at Yaro, inwardly hoping he would notice her new look, but knowing he was occupied with important matters.

King Thornton was sitting alone at the end of a large dining table. The room was dimly lit, at the insistance of the king, and there were no servants about him. He was picking reluctantly at a plate of cooked food.

In the days since the assassination of his wife, Thornton had largely given responsibilities of the kingdom over to Commander Vohon. Vohon gladly accepted the role, but he was also a traditional man. Under the leadership of Vohon, the legalization of magic had been delayed. There was no powerful Yunakai forces to enforce the stipulations of the treaty, and vohon insisted it was a poor time to allow commoners to use magic. He claimed the people would rise against the Rose family, and Thornton believed him because of the similar issues in Yunakai. Rather than a loosening of the rules, the Rose Kingdom began to strictly enforce its existing laws. It was, again, thought of as precautionary tactics against a possible rebellion.

Thornton was left with little to do. He occasionally gave speeches and spoke at public gatherings, but this was the extent of his power within the kingdom. Military and strategic decisions he trusted in Vohon. It left him with ample time to be alone. He glanced to the nearest chair to his right and sighed. There was no father, no bubbly princess, and no Queen Kuvira. He could do nothing but waller in his sorrows, too blinded in his depression to find any motivation. Spacing Out

The King's chambers was empty, nothing seemed out of place since the last time she was there. She placed herself on the bed, where she then transformed back into her original appearance. Kuvira felt the comfort of the silken sheets, the plushness of the pillow. It was a bed that she never got to rest her head on, since it was reserved for her honeymoon. She wandered around, eyeing the trinkets that remained in the extravagant room.

Her mind was in a state of array. She was curious of the changed in her absence. Who was alive? How was her country? Yet, she decided to focus on one question in particular. Where was Thornton?

The strategy she used to concluded it was a simple one, to disguise herself. She shifted her figure dramatically to create an effective camouflage. Kuvira then exited the room, roaming the castle until she came across 'fellow' servant.

"Excuse me, where is the king presently? I have urgent news for him." She asked. The man stiffed his posture and gestured towards the stairs. "In the dining hall." He informed her. She thanked him prior to continuing on her path.

She could feel her heart racing, her feet moving hastily. She was content to hear that he was alive. Hoping that something was accomplished in her absence...that he didn't find another. She picked her head to examine the hall. It was deserted and gloomy, only lit by torches of flames. And there was her lover, in the midst of it all. Her heart ached to see him in a state, though she was unsure of how deep her love was for him, she did possess compassion for him.

In her wake, she decided to make this night more entertaining for both of them. In her peasant attire, she entered the premises, closing the door behind her. She curtsied as a sign of respect to the regent, knowing that her true identity would be unknown to him. "Your majesty, would you like anything?" She asked approaching him. Her left hand placed on top of his in a rather seductive manner. "You haven't touched your food. Perhaps you would like me to bring you something else? Maybe even a dessert." She smiled. "I remember when you would cut up food for your fiancee as if she was a child... Would you like me to do the same?"

She lifted his chin so her eyes met his. The baby blue hues that she fell in live with seemed almost lifeless. His face was paler than usually, it was almost as if he wasn't the same man. "You have such beautiful eyes, I could get lost in them if I gaze for too long. Just like Kuvira did at the courthouse in valpurnia." She commented. "Do you remember that?"

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He could hardly hear Yaro insulting him, he was too distracted with something that seemed to come from deep in his mind. It was a presence, something he hadn't felt for many years. As he stared blankly, he tried to remember the last time he felt it. In the end, he decided he would rather just not be around it, and gathering an army was perfect for the task at hand.

"Yep and good hunting to you too" He turned and stormed out, yelling orders to get him the fastest horse they could get. He waited then for the horse as he gathered his things, and hid a wide range of items in his cloak. When he was ready, he took a few shots, and was sure to shoulder a few skins full of hard spirits. He would enjoy this next bit, though something continued to nag at him that he couldn't quite place...

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Beauty. He already looked like their leader, this King cared far too much for the opinion of the princess. Perhaps that would be his undoing. "Before we head out, why don't I cast a charm over us, to prevent any attacks of magic from taking us out before we draw our weapon? It would be safest that way." He glanced around at all of them, gripping and regripping his staff. "And in case you guys aren't aware, if fighting begins I will need time to cast spells. Princess you and I should stay in the center and we can fire magic from within, but hopefully that won't happen. Personally I think we should kill Oromis as well, just because if Yaro can get him to kneel, he is weak enough now to kill. Nobody likes him right? Good! Let's get this done then!"
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Lanister would have begun making preparations to leave, when his master had brought up his first test of skill- That was not fun! He had tried for an hour to get in through any way possible- The windows, vents, even the back door! Then he saw the case with the wig and dress, and boy howdy, it clicked into place. Didn't mean it was any fun though. Lanister would take a look inside, before grabbing what he needed. He would then turn towards everyone. "If I hear ONE of you laugh, I will kill you myself." He said, before going behind some wreckage.

It would only take him a few moments, as this had become a practiced art, but when he came back....Lanister (This is a guy, apparently, dressed in drag) did NOT look like himself. Fixing his wig to make it look proper, he began recounting the mannerisms of Rose Nobility, as he intended on acting as Cecile's handmaiden. Using magic to change the sound of his voice, to sound like Rose-land Lady, he'd look towards Cecile. "Shall we continue on, My lady?"

Yaro looked pissed at Oromis's actions, but would merely rub his eyes, gesturing for the fool to leave. If he was going to get himself killed for whatever reason, he best hope that he at least completed his mission. His success in the war hinged on Oromis doing what he was told, and preparing the invasion. When Yaro was ready to leave, he heard a voice speak up. Turning around, he would take Prudence into his arms, and kiss her.

"You look ravishing, My love, the image of a proper queen-to-be.....but you're missing something."

Missing something?

Yaro would step back one, before pulling something from his pocket. "This ring has been in my House for generations. It is tradition that it is presented to the bride, a symbol of her new power and heritage. My ancestor wore it, my mother wore it.....Now, it is your turn to wear it, if you so choose." He said, before kneeling. In his hand was a Yunakanian Dragon Ring. Among the traditional houses of Yunakai's nobility, they were given as symbols of marriage and devotion, and some claimed they boosted the wielders magical power.

"Prudence, My love....Please, Marry me?" Slipping the ring on her finger.

Natha felt himself pinned to the ground by Ferris's blade, unable to move- Unable to stop Quezor. His words cut deep, because as much as Natha wished it otherwise, they were true- He fell for this trap hook/line/sinker, and now he couldn't help but watch as he saw Quezor move towards the orb. Struggle as he did, Ferris's blade had him trapped. He was praying to the gods, to the devils, to the void itself for an answer.....and he got it.

But the price it came from was high.

As Natha watched the elderly knight fade from existence, he felt a familiar hollow feeling in his chest. His mind flashed back to when he heard those words 'For Alethea' uttered: His friends, his family, his soldiers....all died. He failed again. Gods dammit, why did this always happen?! What more did the gods want from him?! How much further did they have to beat him down, before they were done?! Did they want him to just give up?!

Then he felt something....weightless.

~Natha's mind~

Looking around, he saw he was in utter darkness. He recognized this as his mind, the place he always delved into when reality just became too much. But it was...different. This time, there was someone else there. She was sitting next to a candle, the only light in this black void. She would absently pat the spot across from her, and Natha found himself walking over, before finally sitting down. "Who...are you?"

"Something you've desperately tried to deny." She said, holding a incense stick over the fire. "I am what your mother was- what you try to deny. Even now, you merely are a corrupted echo of her existence."

Natha edge away from this woman. "So...what, are you a demon?"

"I'm as much of a demon as you are, Nathandir."

"What do you mean?"

The woman would hold up the stick, before lighting another candle. Then, she'd light another.....and another....until in a circle around her, there were candles lit, and on her back?

Two big, midnight black, wings.

"You're.....an angel?"

"A Fallen Angel, Like your mother." She said, placing the stick down. "I am here to give you the answer you seek."

"What....what do you mean?" Natha asked, questions crowding his thoughts.

"You seek power- Strength....and I will give it to you...." She said, before standing, walking in front of him. "Whether you want it or not."

Natha didn't know how to respond to this woman- He just stood there as this woman walked towards him and press her fingers to his chest. There was a sadistic smile on her face now, as he felt himself desolve into a fit of voices and incoherent thoughts- All he could think of, as his mind descended into madness, was that these demons were guilty, and it was time to strike them down with divine retribution. Punishment.

He would be their executioner.

~Back in the real world~

Natha would stand, before gripping Ferris's blade in his leg. He would slowly pull it out, the demonic-looking male turning towards her, speaking in a voice that was not his own. "Ferris Ishikawa. If you do not wish to die, I suggest you leave.....as for you demons that remain in this city, polluting this land and corrupting it...." He began walking forward, ignoring the blood pouring from his leg, or the holes in his chest.

"You have made a poor decision- NOW YOU MUST PAY!"

Natha would throw his arms out, before....getting into a prayer stance. Appearing beneath him, would be a holy magic circle. The symbols of the six good gods appeared beneath him, his body noticeably burning at the contact with it. He then began....praying? "I shall remove my seals....." He said, before closing his eyes, head pointing towards the sky.

"I am the son of Israfil, Angel of Supremecy and Domination, fallen servant of the gods." He said, as his body began...morphing. The form no longer burned with corruption, though it was not because it was erased, more so suppressed. "To the innocent, I represent the white paradise that they shall be taken to, at the end of their long lives..." His body was not healing, but the armor was changing. "But to the guilty...the corrupt...those that would prey on the innocent...I shall drag you into the depths of your Everlasting Hell!"

"Sacred Art, Manifest- Call of Judgement!"

Nearby Maeve and Louise would be able to feel the air change. Suddenly, multiple murders of crows began forming around the broken weapons and the dead bodies surrounding the ruined city. A nearby demon troll would look at this, before a look of familiarity appeared. Suddenly....there was a drop. The troll would look up, thinking it rain, before touching the drop on his head.....It was as black as sin, the water tainted....

The trolls face turned to one of fear, as he looked up towards the sky, as it began to rain. "Oh Gods, no...." It said, his voice quivering.

Standing before Ferris now was Natha, but instead of the demonic form she saw before, she saw a form that haunted the dreams of many demons- Wings as black as night, armor darkened and burning, and an aura that spoke of death towards the demons present. It would then look up, before letting out a scream, a defining sound that highlighted Natha's current mental state- His mind was flooded with madness in this current state. Ferris could also see the wounds on him were getting worse- His body was not meant to handle this type of energy, and so long as he was in this form, his life was being burned away.

Natha's time was limited. Unless he was brought back from his darkness, he would die.

Klaus wandered off into the nearest cemetery, the words of Yaro echoing in the back of his mind. He could do as he pleased without fear of reprecussions. So if he were going to lead a force against invaders, well.. He had an idea. Shock troops. Decoys. Hostages. All in one battalion.

He stood in the center of the cemetery, quietly channeling his Divine power. The white aura flowed into the ground, bypassing the whole fiasco of it being consecrated ground. From their dirt and coffin graves, the dead rose with groans and hisses, approaching Klaus as they did. Klaus did not react, falling silent as the Undead surrounded him.

One by one, they grabbed him, leaning forward and sinking their teeth into any place where they could find flesh: his neck, his hands, his arms, his legs, even. Klaus did not react as he was bitten many times. This was all part of his plan. As the Undead bit chunks out of him, their very form was shook by a wave of holy energy. A blue glow overtook their eyes, and.. they ceased their feasting on the doctor. Klaus then silently cast another spell over himself: one to heal the bloodloss and repair the flesh that was taken from him.

"...there. You lot belong to me now. Come, we have vermin to stomp." With more resigned groans, the Undead followed him out of the cemetery. He had maybe 20 Undead in total. Now he had to gather his decoys and hostages.

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Aizen did not react to Lanister's new getup. It was bizarre, surely. Aizen never recalled going through a trial like that. He had always been something akin to an avatar of stealth, even being able to hide from magical sensors using nothing but his own cunning and clever hiding spots. He merely shook his head, deciding that he would play this angle, here, too. He split from the group, and began to skull under the cover of the trees.

Lenelia, however, couldn't help but stare as Lanister did what Aizen tried to make him do: dress in drag. Though for Lenelia, it would have been as easy as letting his hair down and jamming fruits into his shirt. He could already change his voice around, such was the vocal sciences of Bardship. It took every ounce of his willpower to not laugh.

"Well, if we are all ready, let's get this show on the road." He spoke up, gesturing for Dread, Cecile and Lance to follow his lead. He was the Face; the one who would make this whole song and dance believable.

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Ferris snarled her irritation, yanking her sword away and moving a few feet back, eyes narrowing dangerously at his threat. She watched warily as Natha began his prayer, and was unlucky enough to be caught partially in the holy circle, quick reflexes letting her pull away before her entire body was incinerated. Pain lanced up and down her side, but she was altogether unaffected.

She watched for a moment, and grinned when she realized what was happening. "Oh, poor Natha, how misled you are! You will destroy yourself with this foolishness. If you want to embrace your true self, however, and become the beacon you claim to be.. If you want that, then allow me to help you. I have your best interests at heart; your power has humbled me greatly." Most of this was utter bullshit, but the best way to get in to the minds of the power-crazed was with boot licking. Ferris had learned that much with the Infernal King.

"I bow before you and the image you represent, and the second chance you have given me," she said, falling to her knees and staring at the ground to hide her smirk.

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Maeve stared at the flask for a moment before shrugging--and wincing at the movement, regretting it immediately--and taking it. She downed it in one gulp and immediately stiffened, biting back the pain at the accelerated healing process. It seemed like the normal aches and pains of a longer recovery time were being shoved into only a few moments, and damn, did it hurt. She wasn't sure if she screamed or not, but her throat felt raw by the time it was finished.

"That felt wonderful," she said sarcastically, rising to her feet. She took one step and froze, detecting the change in aura. "Natha--" she began.

:Looks like he's let loose,: Kalamitat said with false casualness, disguising its flinch. It knew exactly what Natha had just become.

"You idiot!" she shouted, taking off immediately.

:Hey, hey, girlie, that is a really bad idea, just turn around!: Kalamitat's words went ignored, though, and it wasn't long before Maeve had forced a shift into her lynx form and was racing through the city. Louise was forgotten in her haste. She soon reached her destination, and balked at the image of Natha as a dark angelic figure, radiating holy wrath and destruction.

"Natha!" her voice cried from her demon's body, a mixture of terrified and horrified. She took in his freely bleeding and worsening wounds, and was at a loss as to what to do. She barely noticed the demoness who seemed to be submitting. Kalamitat seemed to take advantage of her confusion, wrenching control and immediately turning away, fleeing.

What the hell?! Maeve demanded. :You don't want to mess with him, not like that, not ever like that, Maeve.: It was probably the first time the demon had ever referred to its cage by name, and it seemed to give weight to Kalamitat's fear, which had never been so acute.

I can't just leave him to be! she insisted, but there was no response. Kalamitat just kept running.

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Lance paused, looking at Lanister like he'd grown two heads and spontaneously senile as well, and shrugged before continuing on with the group entering Amberjack, ignoring Alamar smoothly. He had no idea whether or not this would turn out well or not, and the best thing to do right now was to just go with the flow.

(( Andraus , I thought that Lance and Cecile were going to presented as the orchestrators of the attack on Wyrm's Head?? I'm kinda confused, why would Lanister be disguising himself as Cecile's handmaiden? Surely linking the attack to not only the Rose kingdom, but Rose nobility would be the very definition of a bad, bad idea?))

Thornton was absorbed in his loneliness, eyeing his food closely. It was to be another evening entirely alone; even Vohon rarely approached the 'king'. The servants of the castle also appeared wary of him. Rather, wary of his grief. Grief is powerful, Thornton learned. Even those unaffected directly by it still behaved differently around sufferers. The castle staff edged around Thornton as the floors were littered in glass, but it was not because of grief. It was their expectation that he grieve causing them to treat him this way, he reflected bitterly.

It was then he noticed the small clicking of a door. Thornton turned his head and narrowed his eyes as he examined the peasant girl, who he did not recognize off the top of his head. However, Thornton was inclicined to believe it was simply someone he had not noticed before. He sighed slightly, disappointed to see that it was only a servant. A part of him was always hoping for his queen to return or his sister or even his father... or someone who could bring life back to his kingdom.

Thornton rested his chin in the palm of his hand. His eyes were cold and bored, but his expression became perplexed when the girl spoke. He looked down to his plate and back to this stranger. He didn't remember ever seeing her at the table, much less in Valpurina. "I don't remember", he sputtered. How did she know these things? He wondered as a slight chill went over his body from her touch. Thornton straightened himself, surprised by this encounter.

He averted her eyes and hesitated. He had a strange feeling, a desire to hear more of what this young woman had to say. He admired that she was bold enough to approach him, something that couldn't be said about the other servants of the castle. But why couldn't he remember ever seeing her before?

Without saying anything, Thornton pushed his plate to the side where it was sitting in front of this peaant girl. "You may", he said, watching her to see if she would cut up the food. It might not have seemed so, but Thornton was inwardly intrigued by this company.
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Prudence was standing with a snide smile stretched faintly across her lips while Edwin waited quietly behind her. He watched on as Yaro embraced his bride to be and listened as he spoke. When Yaro suddenly brought up that something was missing her smile faded and Edwin appeared confused. Prudence raised an eyebrow, unsure of what to say in response but as Yaro continued she understood. Her eyes brightened and her smile grew. She saw the ring and her heart fluttered, but when Yaro went to one knee Prudence couldn't help but gasp as she brought a hand quickly over her gaping mouth.

"Oh, my king", she said as she reached for the beautiful dragon ring. She slipped it onto her thin ring finger and held her hand outward to admire. "Yes, I'll marry you", she said as she bent down to kiss Yaro's head.
From within Prudence's room, Alfio began to stir and cry. His grumpy little complaints were almost rythmic with their watery sounds.

As Lanister stepped around the old wreckage of a burnt building, Alamar began to speak. The princess turned to him, eyeing him with her saucer like blue hues. "I think that's a great idea, Alamar, thank you", she said. She felt less frightened knowing he could protect them with a charm against magic. However, as the man brought up Oromis she frowned. "We still don't know yet what the situation is. Oromis could be an ally in danger", she reminded Alamar. Of course, the group was unaware of Alamar's relations to Oromis.

Cecile then couldn't help but chuckle when Lanister returned, dressed out as a Roseland female. She avoided his eyes, hoping he hadn't noticed. "Yes, we should make haste", said Cecile.

The group proceeded forward into Amberjack. They were passing through the center of the city, but little did they know they were searching the wrong area for the manor. While the team walked past stores and village homes, none of them noticed the ominous outline of the manor standing on the horizon. The manor was located just outside of the more populated areas of Amberjack near the ocean.

"I don't see any castles", said Cecile. She felt like she was stating the obvious, but surely if Oromis and Yaro were here they would have a large and ornate home, thought Cecile. Maybe she was wrong. She sighed; these rebels were proving to be a challenge to find.
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Approaching Cecile's group was a tall, lanky man, dressed in a black, 3-corner hat, a gray suit adorned with a white rose, and black trousers. On his hip was the unmistakable profile of a heavy mace. He had nothing to cover his glasgow scar, giving the impression of a forced smile, nor the shoulder length white hair flowing weakly behind him. He stumbled around, groaning heavily under his breath...

Up until he spotted the group of... travellers?

His posture straightened up, rolling some pops out of the joints in his neck as he inspected them all. His eyes were a sickeningly gleeful shade of green. He then cleared his throat, and addressed the group.

"You are treading on dangerous grounds. Travelling in numbers.. smart."

Aizen, hidden from view, tensed up. He recognized this voice. Back in Valpurina! A doctorly lunatic aided Yaro' s escape with that witch! His grip tightened around his shortsword. This was Yaro' s confidant, for sure!

"Methinks you should be taken some place safe, before those, er.. mercenaries.. Take your gold. And your women."

Lenelia, unsettled by this particular character, quickly wiped his disgust away as he approached. Confidently.

"As it so happens, we have returned from Wyrm's Skull." He knew what story to stick to, now that they were found out. "We have wounded civilians, and uh.. the big Golem and I saved the lot of them from some nasty fiends." He looked back to the group, Dreadnought and Alamar in particular, urging them to play along.

"Think we might be able to nab some kind of heroism reward from your leader, whoever that is? Sorry, but I am new here." Lenelia knew sentient psychology, just a tad. Apparently, apologies inspired throws of domination in those being apologized to, and made them more comfortable; therefore, more compliant.

Klaus looked over the group.. squinting. He then shrugged, snapping a finger, seemingly unconsciously. "Oh wait. You're a man?" He spoke to Lenelia. "Had you not spoken I would have thought otherwise, a-heh."

This angered the bard. His eye twitched, as did his lips. Unconsciously, he was reaching for his rapier, before he reminded himself: The Show MUST go on!

Taking a deep breath, Lenelia put on a false smile. "Yeeeeah, I get that a lot, unfortunately. But you know how we Elves are.. or half-bloods, rather."

"And what is this behemoth of a construct in your company, a Golem of sorts?" Klaus approached Dreadnought, knocking on his stomach like a door. Lenelia's guise was peeling away as the Doctor took his eyes off of him. He was losing patience.. just what was wrong with this doctor?

Aizen was coming up with many excuses to not shoot Klaus right then and there, with his shortbow. If Klaus was dead, they wouldn't find Yaro.. that alone was enough to convince him.

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"Suppose you could." Klaus was quick to reply, inspecting Dreadnought from head to toe, acknowledging every bit of him, save for the axe he toted.

"Your trap of a friend here says you performed a good old fashioned rescue of the Wyrm's Skull peasantry? Mm.." He paused briefly, Lenelia speechless at this man's audacity.

"Suppose you fit the build of something that could kill.. well, everything. Yaro is bound to reward your heroism with something grandiose.. He is weird like that."

Lenelia was struggling to keep his frustration under wraps. As much as he wanted to stick him in the brain with his rapier, he knew that this mission was important. Instead, to ensure he didn't go berserk, he let a little something slip under his breath.

"Stupid assclown..."

Klaus looked as though he was about to say something when a sharp pain struck his mind. His face seemed to slack, as a single stream of blood ran down from his nose. He felt at it, his eye twitching as he realized what it was. But then, he simply shrugged it off.

"Well, that was weird. Come, come.. I'll show you to Yaro's. We can discuss your reward for murdering things, there." Now an unsuspecting Klaus lead the party on. Lenelia withdrew next to Dread, sighing. He looked calmer, now.

"Can't stand people like that, man. They know you're a man, yet they mock you horrendously, anyway."

Aizen had nothing to say, eager to drop not only him, but every one else the moment he saw them. Possibly even Oromis, for daring to bend knee. He'd send an arrow through his knee, that'll show him, he thought.

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