Fantasy A Guild of Heroes (Temporarily Closed)

[Hanarei]

Location: Brightwall Outskirts​

Reina smiled brightly happily riding with Shade with little thought. It was a bit strange riding in such a way, though she had to admit it was a bit fun. Not quite as free as flying when it came to moving around though she didn't mind trying something different. Its not like she hadn't rode with someone on horse back before, granted it had been some time since she last did it.

She looked to Luci as they arrived, hearing her mentioning the pregnant women looking at her curiously. "Pregnant? Oooo! That's when a baby is inside you right? Have you ever gotten pregnant Luci?" She asked sweetly, extremely nonchalant with such a childlike innocence from her question. It wasn't hard to tell she was completely serious about the question and not attempting anything malicious. It was a bit of an.... awkward conversation to really tell anyone about something that wouldn't really come up much with her. She turned remaining riding with shade facing him.

"Shade, do you know where babies come from? Like how would me and you go about making a baby?" She questioned completely innocent in her question looking cutely at him as she asked.

Wilted Kylesar1 NUSKI (I love playing oblivious characters so much... creating awkwardness is awesome!)

 

[Kylesar1]

Lucina Waesmor
Brightwall Gates

Her face flushed red. What the fuck? How old was Ren again? She tried to hide her face until she regained her composure. "I have books on the science of reproduction, if you're interested." This wasn't the place to be talking about reproduction. Not that she wanted to discuss it anyways. "All you need to know is that it's important to the mission." nor did she want to be any time soon. If someone wanted to talk to her about reproduction, that was their problem.

They got inside Brightwall Gates. Lucina parked her horse in the stable and got off. "Let's spread out and see what we find. Who wants to take what?"

Hanarei (I'd have lit some flames if Ren wasn't straight.)
Wilted
NUSKI

Azazel Rofocale
Netherworld... a long time ago

"Of course," he stopped. "As for your question. Yes, each demon has the potential for kindness, just as every angel has the potential to be cruel - as you are about to discover once we go on. Kindness or cruelty isn't something that one receives. It's something that one always has, but needs to learn to use first. That moment when she healed me. It was selfless compassion that motivated her. The thought of such an improbability taking place merely because someone is so empathetic towards other creatures... That's when I learned to use the kindness in me. Ever since that day, the little pushover imp was gone," Azazel clenched his fists and took the small, magical bell back in his hand. He, once again, rang it several times and as he did - the surroundings twisted themselves severely. They were back in the Netherworld, but now, the impish creature was at the top of a mountain summit, giving a speech toward other demons to rouse them up to rise against their cruel overlords. Azazel looked sternly at the hordes of low-ranking demons that gathered to hear him. Most of them walked away, seeing the imp as a foolish creature, but some remained, having genuine hopes for a better future.

"I awoke to justice and became... well. I wouldn't call myself a messiah. More like a... a... there's not even a word to describe it. Something between a demonic priest and a prophet. But I didn't receive any visions from the gods, mind you. It was merely my own sight and thought. The better future I conceived in my mind. I really thought, genuinely, that life could be better for all." Azazel sighed, then looked back at himself. He rang the bell a few times as their environment changed once again... several times in a row. Azazel gave narration to the events Pandora witnessed.

A small horde of imps and lesser demons ambushing a minor lord of the nether. "We killed our way through the ranks, targeting mostly particularly evil devils. Eventually, my teachings reached the upper echelons of hell, and some of the lords invited me for a meeting, offering power. I ascended into a more... humanoid form, much like yours. A demon still, but humanoid. I became strong," he said. As the environment changed, Pandora saw a demon in distinctive black armor, wielding a cursed sword and pointing it toward the blackened sky from a balcony of his tower, as unspeakable hordes of demons cheered with... happiness? Joy? They didn't look like demons, that's for sure. At least, not in expression. Yes, their bodies were diabolical and infernal, but their faces showed strong, positive emotion, human-like serenity and mercy. They were not the ruthless murderers Pandora knew.

"In the end, the overlord of the circle I was in started taking a minor interest. It was like a small insurgency to him. A fly to be swatted but in the end? We prevailed, and I took his place," he said. The environment altered itself, showing a brief scene of the figure in black armor that Pandora saw on the balcony, changing its appearance. The new overlord... it was Azazel. Pandora knew from the look of his armor, that was very similar to the one he used nowadays during combat. "And then, the Emperor required an audience with me. He didn't know of my cause. The word hasn't reached him - after all, the overlords were but dogs to him, and the lords, like what I used to be: were but grains of sand," he said. The environment changed to Azazel kneeling before a darkened, horned figure with blazing, crimson eyes that sat upon a decadent throne, surrounded by other demons. "He gave me the rank of the Grand Overlord of Hell, which essentially made me his second-in-command, just like he used to be the second-in-command of the Gods. Ironic, right? Well, it was a chance. I gathered all of the lords under me-- we even convinced some other overlords to join us - and the rebellion reached the Emperor, who was beyond furious." Pandora witnessed a duel between Azazel and the unholy Emperor of the Netherworld. Then, it changed again, Azazel was kneeling, injured. "He decided to go for the ironic way and cast me to Terra, and punished my companions for daring to join me. I know some of them keep fighting to this day, but they don't have the same power as they used to have."

Azazel stopped ringing the bell. "The next stop we make is our last. What do you think so far?" he asked, turning his head to Pandora.

CrimsonEclipse

Damian Vi Lasombra
Fort Black - Dungeon

Damian confirmed Hemos' words, looking toward where his voice came from. "Indeed. Several of the stronger members of the Guild are out for a mission. So is the dungeon's warden and the Guildmaster himself. There could hardly be better conditions for an escape," he replied. "I have a simple, but advantageous plan. Our first move will be to fight our way through the dungeon and courtyard, then make our way to the underground complex, and finally - the vault. Just before the main gates of said vault, we will stop and create a barricade, letting no one through. I will lead the way, then sneak through and get the keys to the vault. Once I am back, we will open the vault, loot every worthwhile item within it for our own usage, and use our newfound power to leave. I suspect that with the power of the artifacts within the vault - the measly warriors of the guild will be about as hard to kill as harmless puppies."

Damian scanned the small crowd of cultists before him. "Does anyone object to this plan, or have a better one that they wish me to hear?" he asked.
Kylesar1

Hemos
Dungeons
"You possess info unknown to us. No counter plan from us. Commence at your plan, and I will serve you as the one for the Cause." While most others would've gone along blindly with the headmaster, the headmaster was dead. Hemos knew of the rule books, but one would have to prove themselves. What better way than to put them in life debt for getting them out?

"Rise!" All the cultists stood up in preparation. This was a combination of personal loyalty, tribalism, respect, and fear. "We're at your disposal." Hemos needed to get out of these cells and find his damn sword and armor. He hoped it was in the vault with the rest.

 

[Birdsie]

Damian Vi Lasombra
Fort Black - Dungeon

"Wonderful. But you will need weapons, all of you, right?" he asked. Damian quietly nodded to himself, then rose his hand high into the air. "Very well then. Let's see what I can do," he remarked. Suddenly, the shadows of the cultists would all be swept away and turn into a large ball above Damian's hand. A large ball of black mass, like a gas planet, but miniature and of black color. Soon after, the shadows turned tangible. They were... truly materialized. It was in all physical ways impossible; shadows are just space with fewer photons than other space around it, but somehow, Damian gave them shape, form, existence. They were mystically existing as a physical force, and soon after, the ball of black shadow turned into a ball of black weaponry of wide sorts; bows and arrows, swords, daggers, shields, spears, flails, crossbows and bolts. They slowly floated in a nice row for the cultists to arm themselves from.

"Let's move out! The strongest will lead at the front and carve a pathway through the enemy ranks," Damian led the ranks of cultists onward, as they started chanting and muttering vague prayers of their cursed faith and evil gods and demons.

NEW SPELL: Obtenebration: Nightshade: Obtenebration allows the user to shape shadows into tangible items with a mass of their own. Although these items exist permanently (unless destroyed,) and do not break under sunlight; when under the sun's rays they become fragile and brittle, easier to break than normal objects. Light magic is also effective against them, quickly destroying them at their core.
Kylesar1

 

[IamNotLoki]

Reynard Script
Bowerstone Slums

The great city of Bowerstone, a center of culture and commerce. The capital city of Albion is where the leaders and nobles of the great state of Albion make their decisions and continue the nation's route to prosperity. However, the same walls that hold the bright intellectuals and heroes of Albion are also the same walls that hold the corrupt and lawless. Just a few miles away from the lavish palaces and castle keeps of Southern Bowerstone is the dirty, smelly slums of the Northern district. The area is filled with abandoned homes and homeless people. We've heard people say that this is a dog eat dog world... but the Northern distrct is far worse... its a world where vicious tigers eat helpless babies. In this impoverished hell... a single drop of a coin will move many dirty hands to grab it.

But the most dangerous demons are not the ones without money... the most inhuman are those who use money to take advantage of others. This is where the heroic scoundrels of the Fairy Tale Gang come in and take advantage of those who seek to take advantage of others.

A lone young woman veiled in somewhat expensive fabrics walked the cobblestone streets of the Northern District. Something about her made her stand out among the denizens of this purgatory. Her veiled beauty made her a rose among weeds.

Soon, lustful and greedy eyes noticed this fish out of water and locked in.
A handsome man with combed back hair and tanned skin approached the young woman.

"Hello there Milady..." The well dressed man swooped in and kissed her hand. "It's quite dangerous to walk around at the Northern District at this hour you know?" The man said as his serpentine movements surrounded the young woman.

"Please... I don't want any trouble..." The young girl replied... her voice was youthful and beautiful.

"Oh... perhaps you need someone to escort you in your destination?" The man aggressively grabbed the young woman's wrist. "I'm a famous hero y'know? I'm a member of the Guild of Heroes... its my job to escort pretty young women such as yourself!" The man grinned and held on to the handle of his scimitar.

"OH!!! THE GUILD OF HEROES! CAN YOU HELP ME TOO!?" The high pitched voice of another woman called out to the man. This woman was wearing a red veil around her face and a long ponytail. Although her face is somewhat concealed, and her voice seems somewhat off... she looked somewhat attractive too.

"Err..." The man said as the other girl moved next to the first woman. "Uh... sure... how can I help such lovely ladies?"

"I-I am quite new to this area..." The red veiled woman said in a sultry but high pitched voice. "I was wondering... if you can show me how to get to the palace?" The girl looked deep into the man's eyes.

The man grinned and bowed. "It will be my pleasure, ladies... I have a map in my humble home... how about you come with me and I will show you the way?"

The new woman nodded and the first woman, feeling a bit more comfortable with the company of another woman accepted the offer... she was quite lost herself.

The trio walked down a dark alleyway and made their way to a somewhat large house. The exterior was decorated with statues of nude women pouring water out of their vases. Roses and exotic flowers surrounded the lush garden.

"Wow! Pardon me if I seem rude but... are you an aristocrat?" The red-veiled woman asked the proud man.
"Hmmm? Nono... I am just a humble adventurer... these are gifts from the people of Bowerstone!" The man laughed heartily as he led them into his home.

The interior was as decadent as the outside of the home. Ornate chairs covered in gold leaf... antique clocks... and marble statues. It was hard to believe that such a house can exist in the ghetto of the Northern District.

"So nice! I would love to live in such a place!" The red-veiled girl squealed.
The other girl seems to have let her guard down and began to trust the helpful gentleman.

The man poured some tea from ornate pots into finely gilded little cups.

"Here you go ladies... its a bit lukewarm but its an exquisite brand... please help yourself while I get my map..." The man left the living room leaving the two girls alone.

The quiet girl took the teacup and blew into the green liquid. "Thanks for coming with me... I feel much safer with another woman with me... My name is Daisy... what's your name?" The girl asked the red-clad girl.

"Don't drink that... you idiot..." The whispering voice of the red-veiled girl suddenly sounded masculine and harsh... the other girl's eyes opened wide in surprise. "Call me 'Red'... Now hide..." The cross-dressing con artist stood up and walked towards a door. He opened it and found the stairs leading to the basement. The boy who calls himself 'red' walked down the stairs leaving the other girl on her own in the living room. The girl instinctively followed him down the stairs... her heart beating faster and faster with each step.

 

[LostHaven]

Faust Windfallow--- Some Village, beating the crap out of bandits.

Faust stood facing a coupke of bandits, hands stuck in his coat pockets. Bastards been robbing people here and there. From what he's heard... killed a few kids too. 'bah, a kid? What sort of joke is this?!' Faust smirked at the couple of bandits, as a dragon skull appeared suspended in midair behind Faust. 'Don't just ASSUME my age. I'm old enough to be your great-great-great-great-great grandpa.' He said, as the skull opened the its mouth and fired a stream if ice at one of the bandits, and struck him on the chest. His entire chest froze solid inside-out, as he fell to the floor and he shattered in two. His frozen heart fell out of his shattered chest. The other bandits seeing this, pulled out their weapons. However, Faust didn't plan of letting them even leave half-dead. One more dragon-skull appeared, as both each opened their mouths to fire...
One fired a jet stream of water, and blew the skin of one bandit's face straight off, followed by his head...
Another fired jets of flame, and roasted another bandit to a crisp.
'That'll teach you idiots to not go around killing people and steal money.' Faust muttered, as he teleported to his workshop...

Dungeons-- Wrong Place, Wrong Time

Arcane energy built up, and a man who appeared to be around 17 appeared before the cultists, and looked around. Some masked guy, some other mage or something and an army of cultists. Yet, he didn't seem to get the gist of what was about to happen. 'Oh hey, never seen you guys around before. So y'all supposed to be who? Guards or something? or---' Before he finished his sentence, he had realised what was going on. And if he tried to fight them, he'd probably end up dead. Or he goes all out and the whole place falls apart. And he ends up dead. 'Oh---' He stuck his hands back into his pockets, and gave a nervous grin. 'So... uh--- can we like... be friends? we can talk this out, right? riiiiggghhht?' He asked in a sheepish tone, contrary to his attitude toward the bandits only a while ago.

Birdsie Kylesar1

 

[Kylesar1]

Damian Vi Lasombra
Fort Black - Dungeon

"Wonderful. But you will need weapons, all of you, right?" he asked. Damian quietly nodded to himself, then rose his hand high into the air. "Very well then. Let's see what I can do," he remarked. Suddenly, the shadows of the cultists would all be swept away and turn into a large ball above Damian's hand. A large ball of black mass, like a gas planet, but miniature and of black color. Soon after, the shadows turned tangible. They were... truly materialized. It was in all physical ways impossible; shadows are just space with fewer photons than other space around it, but somehow, Damian gave them shape, form, existence. They were mystically existing as a physical force, and soon after, the ball of black shadow turned into a ball of black weaponry of wide sorts; bows and arrows, swords, daggers, shields, spears, flails, crossbows and bolts. They slowly floated in a nice row for the cultists to arm themselves from.

"Let's move out! The strongest will lead at the front and carve a pathway through the enemy ranks," Damian led the ranks of cultists onward, as they started chanting and muttering vague prayers of their cursed faith and evil gods and demons.

NEW SPELL: Obtenebration: Nightshade: Obtenebration allows the user to shape shadows into tangible items with a mass of their own. Although these items exist permanently (unless destroyed,) and do not break under sunlight; when under the sun's rays they become fragile and brittle, easier to break than normal objects. Light magic is also effective against them, quickly destroying them at their core.
Kylesar1

Hemos
Fort Black Dungeon

Hemos took the front. "I need blood sacrifices. Pay up." All of the cultists cut themselves and 2 killed themselves, offering all their blood up to him. With the blood he obtained, he drowned 3 guards. Taking their blood, he only grew stronger and had a good enough amount of blood now to summon a blood sword instead of this shadow sword, which felt a bit too heavy for his tastes. He made a sword of blood.

"You know the layout of this place. Where to next?"

Faust Windfallow--- Some Village, beating the crap out of bandits.

Faust stood facing a coupke of bandits, hands stuck in his coat pockets. Bastards been robbing people here and there. From what he's heard... killed a few kids too. 'bah, a kid? What sort of joke is this?!' Faust smirked at the couple of bandits, as a dragon skull appeared suspended in midair behind Faust. 'Don't just ASSUME my age. I'm old enough to be your great-great-great-great-great grandpa.' He said, as the skull opened the its mouth and fired a stream if ice at one of the bandits, and struck him on the chest. His entire chest froze solid inside-out, as he fell to the floor and he shattered in two. His frozen heart fell out of his shattered chest. The other bandits seeing this, pulled out their weapons. However, Faust didn't plan of letting them even leave half-dead. One more dragon-skull appeared, as both each opened their mouths to fire...
One fired a jet stream of water, and blew the skin of one bandit's face straight off, followed by his head...
Another fired jets of flame, and roasted another bandit to a crisp.
'That'll teach you idiots to not go around killing people and steal money.' Faust muttered, as he teleported to his workshop...

Dungeons-- Wrong Place, Wrong Time

Arcane energy built up, and a man who appeared to be around 17 appeared before the cultists, and looked around. The new guy, some other mage or something and an army of cultists. Yet, he didn't seem to get the gist of what was about to happen. 'Oh hey, you're the new guy. So they supposed to be who? You get promoted or something? or---' Before he finished his sentence, he had realised what was going on. And if he tried to fight them, he'd probably end up dead. Or he goes all out and the whole place falls apart. And he ends up dead. 'Oh---' He stuck his hands back into his pockets, and gave a nervous grin. 'So... uh--- can we like... be friends? we can talk this out, right? riiiiggghhht?' He asked in a sheepish tone, contrary to his attitude toward the bandits only a while ago.

Birdsie Kylesar1

They were all currently in a narrow corridor. All the mages prepared to fight, when the guy spoke. Hemos looked at the guy, blood sword drawn. "No negotiations. Either you clear the way or you die." The walls were awash with blood that wasn't dripping. The ceiling and floors too. This was the keep the blood out of everyone's way and to make killing easy. All he'd have to do is cast a spell and they'd be impaled from all directions. Hemos was keeping it all against the wall.

 

[LostHaven]

Faust Windfallow- Dungeon

Faust's grin soon faded as he saw the blood crawling over the walls, and dead guards. It seemed like these cultists meant business. He looked around the walls, yet the blood didn't drip, nor run down the walls and flood the floor. If he had to guess, his opponent is most likely a blood-mage. However, he wouldn't be able to stand against an entire army of cultists AND have spears of blood thrusted at him without exceeding his capacity of Draconic Blasters. 'Goddammit.' He muttered as seven Dragon Skulls appeared in front of Faust. Each opened their mouths and open fired of the walls, each of them firing streams of ice, freezing the blood on the walls. Faust turned around, and ran the other direction. As he ran, he summoned another Dragon Skull. This time, rather firing his elemental magic through it, the skull opened its jaws and black mist streamed out of it, causing the dungeon to go all foggy. The skulls that fired the icy wind followed Faust, continuing to fire in front and behind him. Faust summoned one last skull besides him. 'Well, this should at least slow them down.' He muttered as the blaster fired an arc of lightning down the hallway. 'Please at least hit SOMETHING...' He prayed, completely forgetting the fact that he could teleport.

Kylesar1 Birdsie

 

[NUSKI]

MALCOLM MOORVE
Brightwall Gates > Brightwall

Without hesitating, Malcolm was certain which person of interest he wanted to go to. He wasn't in the mood to see someone grieving or go to an academy; that would be too much work. Plus he figured this wouldn't take too much time so he could go off and see Brightwall. It was much larger than he had anticipated which sent tingles throughout his body.

"I will take care of the Potion Store Owner" Malcolm said calmly right before dashing into the city and quickly blending in with the crowd. He was not used to being in such busy surroundings and it was a nice experience despite the things he had heard. Lots of stores and small market booths were close to the gate which made his job easier but none of them seemed to be the potion shop. One shop did catch his eye and it was a shop that sold religious emblems, totems, and necklaces. It was a small booth and the owner was an elderly woman who had on a large smile even though no one had stopped to buy anything. More and more people are straying away from the path of righteousness it seems. She will be shut down before the end of the month. Malcolm slowly walked up to the booth and eyed the items before him with interest. He saw a silver necklace of a monk in a standard meditation form but the lining of its robe were golden. The monk was inside of a thin circle which was also gold. Malcolm pulled out as much gold coins as he could and placed them gently on the table, creating some unwanted attention. Seeing a bulky bald man eye the money, Malcolm glared at him and he walked away quickly. Malcolm picked up the necklace but only before the woman working at the booth shook her head in protest. It seemed she didn't know too much English. Malcolm forced a smile and raised his left hand to stop her. "It is alright, I have a lot where that came from. Have a nice day." Obviously he was lying, but the woman needed the money much more than he did. Malcolm put on the necklace cracking his knuckles as he felt the cold jewelry touch his skin. He hid the rest of the necklace under his robe, keeping his simplistic look. Malcolm walked away, asking at least three different people for directions and they all led him to different places. He gave up on trying to ask people and ran throughout the city until he stopped at the shop. "Finally!" he exclaimed before pushing the doors in.

Kylesar1 Wilted Hanarei

 

[IamNotLoki]

Reynard Script
House of Carl Mellow
The man came back from where he came from holding a rope. He expected the "girls" to drink the tea he laced with sedatives... however he was surprised that the girls were gone.

"Ladies?" He said with a charming tone as he drew his scimitar. "I brought the map... don't you want me to help you find the way to the palace?" The man asked as he walked around the living room. He held the handle of a large cabinet and opened it... nobody was there. Sweat beads formed on his face as he frantically looked around for the women. "Y'know its not good to wander around someone else's home! Come out and I'll forgive you!" The man called out.

The man looked at the door to his basement that was slightly ajar. He game a smug smirk and opened the door. Stairs led to a dark chamber below.

Candlelight revealed at least 8 rooms furnished with beds and toilets. On some of those beds were barely clad women who sat up as the man walked by. They gave him a death stare as he walked around. The women's hands grasped on to iron bars and stared at the man.

The man stopped in his tracks when he saw a dark silhouette of a young man in the far corner. "Well well... I didn't know the Guild of Heroes were in the human trafficking business. Is this a new business venture for the mighty Guild of Heroes, Carl?" The smug voice of a young man echoed in the dungeon as he stepped out into the candle light. He was now wearing his regular clothes and appeared quite masculine... despite being a bit young.

"Who the hell are you?" The man named Carl said as he pointed his blade at Reynard. "How do you know my name?"

"Sorry, call me 'Red Hood'" Reynard grinned as he moved towards the man. "Well it says in your contracts from your deals with Woguran's bandits that you go by Carl Mellow... is that right?" Reynard chuckled.

"You bastard... how'd you get in here anyways?" The man asked.

Reynard grinned and tossed his red veil onto the floor in front of Carl. "It was kind of easy... Mr. Hero..." Reynard crossed his arms smugly.

"I'll slice your hear right off your neck! You cross-dressing bastard!" Carl roared and rushed towards Reynard.

Reynard held out a palm as if to stop him from attacking. "I kind of want to make a deal... you down?"

Carl grit his teeth. "What deal?"

"Listen... I've already tipped the knights to your place... they're on their way... so you gotta act fast. Give me half of your money and I'll help you get away... how about it?" Reynard looked down on Carl with smug eyes.

"Lies... the doors were closed! There's no way you could have alerted the knights..." Carl grinned.

"Sure about that? The girl you tried to bring over here... have you found out where she is? Did you know she's a member of the Royal Knights?" Reynard grinned with great confidence that turned Carl's smile upside down.

Reynard saw it. The moment when a person melts into nothing more than play dough. A split second moment of cold desperation that makes anyone fall into the palm of his hands. There was no other options left for Carl except the options Reynard fed him.

"Tick, tock... prince charming... you gonna give me your money or what? Times running out... Its either you pay me off or I'll just take the hefty reward the knights are willing to pay for some of these missing girls... win win for me. You on the other hand has something to lose!" Reynard laughed. "Even if you kill me here... you'll just be charged with murder... good luck with that, right?"

Carl grit his teeth and sheathed his blade. "Alright you greedy bastard..." He said reluctantly as he walked over to a flowerpot in the hall. He moved the huge pot aside and lifted a panel on the floor. He pulled out a large chest and slammed it on the floor. "Here..." He opened the chest with his key and revealed the chest to Reynard. "I'll give you half... if you help me get out of here..."

"Nope... you're in no position to make schedules, Carl. Give me half now... and then I'll make sure the Knights won't get you... better hurry!" Reynard opened a canvas bag and moved it towards Carl.

Carl grit his teeth reluctantly... seat dripped down his forehead. A repeated loud thuds came from the living room... sounds like someone trying to bash open the door. "Fine... shut up already..." He grabbed 10 handfuls of gold coins and filled Reynard's bag.

Once the bag was filled, Reynard closed it. "Pleasure doing business with you, Carl..." Reynard laughed.

"Wait... aren't you going to help me!?" Carl sounds tormented and panicked.

"Carl, Carl, Carl... did you really think I'm an honest person?" Reynard laughed.

Carl snapped and grabbed Reynard's collar pushing him up into a wall.

"You no good, lying, dirty snake! You are going to help me... or I'll shove this saber up your ass!" Carl whispered harshly into Reynard's face.

"Saber? What Saber?" The young man gave him a smug look that drained the color from Carl's face.

"Yoo hoo~!" A female voice called out from behind Carl.

Carl looked at the Barred gates that held his "merchandise"... His eyes opened wide when he saw them open.
He dropped to the floor when he felt his own blade cut his cheek.

The young women he held captive surrounded Carl... all of them holding makeshift weapons.

"How did you... open..." Carl looked up at Reynard.

Reynard smiled playfully and flashed a small lockpick.

The look of defeat panted Carl's face. "Do whatever you want with him girls..." Reynard said as the mob closed in on Carl.

Reynard looked at the girl named Daisy who was hiding behind a cabinet.

"Hey... go take the rest of the money... lets go... " He told her. She nodded thankfully and stuffed the rest of the coins into an emptied pillowcase. The pair walked up the stairs and out the door.

"Got the money?" A big-framed young boy asked as the two exited.

"Yep... thanks for scaring the hell out of him, Roger... you knocking on that door really helped!" Reynard laughed.

"Can't believe that crummy disguise worked! And the best part is, Jerry is going to get the reward money too for tipping the knights to the kidnapped girls!" Roger laughed along with his fellow thief.

The robbers laughed and Reynard took the bag of gold from Daisy's hand. "Thanks Miss... see you later!"

Daisy grabbed the money back. "I earned that... fair and square... let me join your gang!" She said with a strong spunk.

The two male robbers looked at each other.

 

[CrimsonEclipse]

Azazel Rofocale
Netherworld... a long time ago

"Of course," he stopped. "As for your question. Yes, each demon has the potential for kindness, just as every angel has the potential to be cruel - as you are about to discover once we go on. Kindness or cruelty isn't something that one receives. It's something that one always has, but needs to learn to use first. That moment when she healed me. It was selfless compassion that motivated her. The thought of such an improbability taking place merely because someone is so empathetic towards other creatures... That's when I learned to use the kindness in me. Ever since that day, the little pushover imp was gone," Azazel clenched his fists and took the small, magical bell back in his hand. He, once again, rang it several times and as he did - the surroundings twisted themselves severely. They were back in the Netherworld, but now, the impish creature was at the top of a mountain summit, giving a speech toward other demons to rouse them up to rise against their cruel overlords. Azazel looked sternly at the hordes of low-ranking demons that gathered to hear him. Most of them walked away, seeing the imp as a foolish creature, but some remained, having genuine hopes for a better future.

"I awoke to justice and became... well. I wouldn't call myself a messiah. More like a... a... there's not even a word to describe it. Something between a demonic priest and a prophet. But I didn't receive any visions from the gods, mind you. It was merely my own sight and thought. The better future I conceived in my mind. I really thought, genuinely, that life could be better for all." Azazel sighed, then looked back at himself. He rang the bell a few times as their environment changed once again... several times in a row. Azazel gave narration to the events Pandora witnessed.

A small horde of imps and lesser demons ambushing a minor lord of the nether. "We killed our way through the ranks, targeting mostly particularly evil devils. Eventually, my teachings reached the upper echelons of hell, and some of the lords invited me for a meeting, offering power. I ascended into a more... humanoid form, much like yours. A demon still, but humanoid. I became strong," he said. As the environment changed, Pandora saw a demon in distinctive black armor, wielding a cursed sword and pointing it toward the blackened sky from a balcony of his tower, as unspeakable hordes of demons cheered with... happiness? Joy? They didn't look like demons, that's for sure. At least, not in expression. Yes, their bodies were diabolical and infernal, but their faces showed strong, positive emotion, human-like serenity and mercy. They were not the ruthless murderers Pandora knew.

"In the end, the overlord of the circle I was in started taking a minor interest. It was like a small insurgency to him. A fly to be swatted but in the end? We prevailed, and I took his place," he said. The environment altered itself, showing a brief scene of the figure in black armor that Pandora saw on the balcony, changing its appearance. The new overlord... it was Azazel. Pandora knew from the look of his armor, that was very similar to the one he used nowadays during combat. "And then, the Emperor required an audience with me. He didn't know of my cause. The word hasn't reached him - after all, the overlords were but dogs to him, and the lords, like what I used to be: were but grains of sand," he said. The environment changed to Azazel kneeling before a darkened, horned figure with blazing, crimson eyes that sat upon a decadent throne, surrounded by other demons. "He gave me the rank of the Grand Overlord of Hell, which essentially made me his second-in-command, just like he used to be the second-in-command of the Gods. Ironic, right? Well, it was a chance. I gathered all of the lords under me-- we even convinced some other overlords to join us - and the rebellion reached the Emperor, who was beyond furious." Pandora witnessed a duel between Azazel and the unholy Emperor of the Netherworld. Then, it changed again, Azazel was kneeling, injured. "He decided to go for the ironic way and cast me to Terra, and punished my companions for daring to join me. I know some of them keep fighting to this day, but they don't have the same power as they used to have."

Azazel stopped ringing the bell. "The next stop we make is our last. What do you think so far?" he asked, turning his head to Pandora.

CrimsonEclipse

Damian Vi Lasombra
Fort Black - Dungeon

Damian confirmed Hemos' words, looking toward where his voice came from. "Indeed. Several of the stronger members of the Guild are out for a mission. So is the dungeon's warden and the Guildmaster himself. There could hardly be better conditions for an escape," he replied. "I have a simple, but advantageous plan. Our first move will be to fight our way through the dungeon and courtyard, then make our way to the underground complex, and finally - the vault. Just before the main gates of said vault, we will stop and create a barricade, letting no one through. I will lead the way, then sneak through and get the keys to the vault. Once I am back, we will open the vault, loot every worthwhile item within it for our own usage, and use our newfound power to leave. I suspect that with the power of the artifacts within the vault - the measly warriors of the guild will be about as hard to kill as harmless puppies."

Damian scanned the small crowd of cultists before him. "Does anyone object to this plan, or have a better one that they wish me to hear?" he asked.
Kylesar1

Pandora Ambrose​

Location: Netherworld​

Pandora watched and listened as the guild master's life in the netherworld was shown to her. From his rise from a lowly imp to a great warrior and leader, his coup against the overlord and his rise to become the Grand Overlord, to his punishment through banishment by the Emperor, Pandora saw all of it. Yet only one thing went through her mind.

"How do you know for sure that the gods hadn't been involved? The gods doesn't also need to be obvious and flashy, heroes aren't always chosen ny means of a grand vision or a choir of angels. They can be subtle too, and they use othrs to enact their will." Pandora said to him.

"Look, your change was brought upon hy one of their followers, we know that for certain. You werr brought back from the dead using their powers. After that, you went through a drastic change, your beliefs and principles have changed and your power has grown as well." Pandora listed the things that she's noticed so far.

"You've grabbed hold of the people's heart through your kindness and charisma, you've overthrown a cruel leader, rose to power, and was banished to this realm where you continued to do good and protect humanity despite being hated ad feared by them. If that is not a heroes story, a story about a chosen one, then I don't know what is. So why is it so impossible for uou to believe that the gods have chosen you? That thy have been a part of your rise and fall?"

To Pandora, it was entirely possible that this demon was chosen by the gods, that he was chosen for a greater purpose. And seeing his life had only cemwnted this belief of hers. "Anyway, will this take longer? I'm starting to get anxious or some reason." She said, feeling that something isn't right.

Birdsie

 

[Wilted]

Shade
Brightwall

"I... I... A-Ah..." Shade stammered speechlessly at Reina's question. She had made him uncomfortable before, but this was far from what he had even imagined. Was she doing this one purpose!? Despite being physically unable to, he really did feel like he was about to faint. At any given moment. He hadn't really gone out of his way to look into the matter she was speaking of, but nearly a century was more than enough to encounter such information unintentionally to know the answer to her question.

Too taken aback to even move, he wasn't even able to hear what Lucina or Malcolm said afterwards, and he stood stiffly like a stationary brick wall. Was this what it felt like to die? He couldn't even remember, as the only reason he knew he had died before was because he was told so, but surely this was exactly what death felt like. Yet he hadn't even fully processed the second part of her question, yet, either... Her? Him? Baby? W-was she even aware that he was dead!? He attempted to answer again, but to no avail, his voice caught up in his figurative throat. Now he was more than certain he was dying again, struggling to not black out from the sheer embarrassment alone. He simply stood there in gulping silence, quite literally unable to do anything else from shock.

Hanarei Kylesar1 NUSKI

 

[Hanarei]

Location: Brightwall​

Reina blinked hearing Luci speak up, not quite catching her red face though noticing she was acting a bit... strange. She blinked a little bit confused by such strange reactions, Shade having become ghostly silent after some stammering. Did she say something wrong? She nodded her head in response to Lucina. "Ah okay gotcha! Though, if its important I should know... but if you think I'll be fine then okay!" She spoke with a bright sweet smile just showing pure innocence, evident it wasn't just her trying to pull some prank.

She looked back to Shade, poking him as to try and stir something from him, glancing over noticing Malcolm seemed to of pushed on a bit not bothering to say much in response as she started curiously at him. "I guess he doesn't wanna tell me how he would make babies with me." She muttered quite nonchalant as she seemed to take charge, ushering Shade's horse forward as he seemed to be lost in thought... or something weird she wasn't certain.

Venturing forward she jumped from the horse, not really knowing how to stable it as she smiled brightly at Luci. "I'm ready to take whatever is needed captain!" She spoke with a bright smile throwing a mock salute towards her in a playful manner. She was excited to be on a mission, although she had to admit the first part of it still felt a bit boring. Hopefully it wouldn't take long for them to find out where this necromancer was to give him a beating.

Wilted NUSKI Kylesar1

 

[Alteras]

Iclyn Hajnal Holmström
Northern Arc's Focus

Iclyn stood behind Artoria. She raised her blade of ice behind her and stretched her free hand outward towards the remaining golems. Before her hand, the runic circles were created and several fireballs came into existence. Launching them forward, they burned through the straw golems and melted away the Ice golems. "Try not to use too much of your power."

Swire Captain Gabriel IamNotLoki

 

[Birdsie]

Damian Vi Lasombra (Masked)
Fort Black - Dungeon > Vault Security Chamber

"Damn it!!!" Damian screamed, extending his shadow into a shield from the shadows. "Curse, curse... CURSE YOU! Unnecessary complications!!!" he yelled at Faust through his mask. Damian did not tolerate anyone who interfered with his plan, especially if it was so random and the plan was so good. He fired several shadows toward the blasters, hopefully destroying them. He had no intent to pursue that nuisance. He looked at the cultist's, re-adapting his plan. "Fight our way through! We're not leaving without the vault!" he coldly ordered, as his worse side slowly showed. He temporarily lost his cool, something that happens rarely.

The cultists fougth their way to the vault.
LostHaven Kylesar1

Azazel Rofocale
Back at Fort Black - Courtyard

"Pandora. I am sure it was not Gods, for Gods detest demons of any kind even more than you do. You believe they'd make me their chosen one?" he replied to her question. Azazel sighed softly upon hearing her further words. He nodded, ringing the bell and taking his amulet off. "Well. I suppose we can skip the last part. I hope you've learned something."

The two of them seemingly faded into existence in the Courtyard.
CrimsonEclipse

 

[LostHaven]

Faust Windfallow- Literally Everywhere, Now stuck on a tree in Fort Black Courtyard

Faust continued running down the dungeon hallway. Several of his Blasters were destroyed as he was running, but that wasn't the important part. There were GODDAMN CULTISTS inside the dungeon. 'Dammit, I gotta find the Guildmaster or someone...' He thought to himself. The thought of teleporting finally came to mind, as arcane energy built up. He disappeared from the dungeon, and appeared back inside his workshop. Where he originally intended to go. He grabbed his tea that he had half-finished and drank the rest, before disappearing again. He appeared inside the Guildmaster's office-place-thing. 'Nope.' He thought out loud, as he disappeared in a wave of arcane energy again. This time, he popped into the Brightwall, Brightwall gates, and literally every other place he could think of. Yet, no Dark Knight in sight. At that point, Faust figured it'd be easier to just get rid of the cultists himself, but he was sort of exhausted after excessively using arcane magic in rapid succession. He finally teleported into the Fort Black courtyard. Yet, he did not appear on the floor, but rather midair. He looked down, and realised he was falling. 'DAFACK?!' He screamed as he grabbed onto a particular thick tree branch as he fell. It saved him from breaking every bone in his body, but if Faust let go, he'd probably break a leg or something from the fall. And he was too exhausted to teleport again. So he just stayed there, until he saw a Dark Knight and some other Guild member appear out of literally NOWHERE. He looked down, and called to the Guildmaster. 'Yo, demon-dude! Guildmaster! Have you ever considered putting more capable guards in the dungeon? We have so many powerful and capable warriors, and yet, you just stash a few disposable cannon-fodder inside the dungeon! WHAT HAPPENS IF IT GETS INVADED, HUH?!' He hollered sarcastically. However, his tone cooled down, as the subject shifted to the more pressing matter at hand. 'Also, can you like... Help me down? I'm too exhausted after literally teleporting FIFTY times in TEN MINUTES. I don't think my magic is gonna hold up without any rest.'

Birdsie CrimsonEclipse

 

[CrimsonEclipse]

Damian Vi Lasombra (Masked)
Fort Black - Dungeon > Vault Security Chamber

"Damn it!!!" Damian screamed, extending his shadow into a shield from the shadows. "Curse, curse... CURSE YOU! Unnecessary complications!!!" he yelled at Faust through his mask. Damian did not tolerate anyone who interfered with his plan, especially if it was so random and the plan was so good. He fired several shadows toward the blasters, hopefully destroying them. He had no intent to pursue that nuisance. He looked at the cultist's, re-adapting his plan. "Fight our way through! We're not leaving without the vault!" he coldly ordered, as his worse side slowly showed. He temporarily lost his cool, something that happens rarely.

The cultists fougth their way to the vault.
LostHaven Kylesar1

Azazel Rofocale
Back at Fort Black - Courtyard

"Pandora. I am sure it was not Gods, for Gods detest demons of any kind even more than you do. You believe they'd make me their chosen one?" he replied to her question. Azazel sighed softly upon hearing her further words. He nodded, ringing the bell and taking his amulet off. "Well. I suppose we can skip the last part. I hope you've learned something."

The two of them seemingly faded into existence in the Courtyard.
CrimsonEclipse

Faust Windfallow- Literally Everywhere, Now stuck on a tree in Fort Black Courtyard

Faust continued running down the dungeon hallway. Several of his Blasters were destroyed as he was running, but that wasn't the important part. There were GODDAMN CULTISTS inside the dungeon. 'Dammit, I gotta find the Guildmaster or someone...' He thought to himself. The thought of teleporting finally came to mind, as arcane energy built up. He disappeared from the dungeon, and appeared back inside his workshop. Where he originally intended to go. He grabbed his tea that he had half-finished and drank the rest, before disappearing again. He appeared inside the Guildmaster's office-place-thing. 'Nope.' He thought out loud, as he disappeared in a wave of arcane energy again. This time, he popped into the Brightwall, Brightwall gates, and literally every other place he could think of. Yet, no Dark Knight in sight. At that point, Faust figured it'd be easier to just get rid of the cultists himself, but he was sort of exhausted after excessively using arcane magic in rapid succession. He finally teleported into the Fort Black courtyard. Yet, he did not appear on the floor, but rather midair. He looked down, and realised he was falling. 'DAFACK?!' He screamed as he grabbed onto a particular thick tree branch as he fell. It saved him from breaking every bone in his body, but if Faust let go, he'd probably break a leg or something from the fall. And he was too exhausted to teleport again. So he just stayed there, until he saw a Dark Knight and some other Guild member appear out of literally NOWHERE. He looked down, and called to the Guildmaster. 'Yo, demon-dude! Guildmaster! Have you ever considered putting more capable guards in the dungeon? We have so many powerful and capable warriors, and yet, you just stash a few disposable cannon-fodder inside the dungeon! WHAT HAPPENS IF IT GETS INVADED, HUH?!' He hollered sarcastically. However, his tone cooled down, as the subject shifted to the more pressing matter at hand. 'Also, can you like... Help me down? I'm too exhausted after literally teleporting FIFTY times in TEN MINUTES. I don't think my magic is gonna hold up without any rest.'

Birdsie CrimsonEclipse

Pandora Ambrose

Location: Fort Black Courtyard -> Dungeons
​

Why is it so hard for this man to accept that the gods were involved in his life? Miracles are called as such because they make the impossible possible, so wouldn't the guild master's life be one such miracle? It annoys her to no end that he's so narrow minded about it, and she is completely oblivious to the fact that she has been the same to the guild master.

Thankfully though the guild master decided to wnd the lesson there instead of continuing on. No doubt that last part would be about his life here after he was banished from the netherworld, but who hasn't heard of it? She was just glad that she's back and that she can look around to see if something is amiss.

And wouldn't you know it, right as Pandora and yhe guild master materialized back into the courtyard, a man (boy?) suddenly dropped out of the sky and gir stuck on a tree. She was wondering how the hell he got up there when the boy suddenly started blabbering something about the dungeons being attacked an all.

"I fucking knew it! Tell everyone what's going on while I try to hold them off!" She yelled as she stood up and bolted for the dungeons, leaving the guild master and the stuck boy behind. She knew something was wrong and she was right! As she was frantically running towards the dungeons, she started to organize the information she had to try to figure out what was going on.

It was impossible for the prisoners to have escaped on their own. They were locked inside prisons with excellet locks, so it was impossible for one to escape unless they were master lockpickers. Secondly, some of the cages were locked with magic which disables the prisoners from user their magic inside it, so escape using magic is impossible. Which can only mean one thing.

"Somebody let them out." She muttered as she turned a corner. But who? That girl Pandora talked to earlier might be the culprit, but she was there for a different reason. Then she remembered. Someone tried to sneak inside the dungeon while she was talking with the girl. Of course in Pandora's mind it could only mean one person.

"That motherfucking demon nephew!" She roared as she descended the dungeon. There were quite a few left while the majority seemed to have gone elsewhere. Her rage was so great that she wouldn't have givne a shit if the guild master kicked her out after slaughtering these men. Good thing her hammer was already in her hand.

"Divine Armament!" She yelled as her armor formed around her. She decided to forgo the shield for now and instead used her warhammer. She smashed apart the cultists she could find, giving little regards to the amount of blood she spilled. She can't see the blood mage anywhere, but damn her if she just let them do as they please because she was afraid of some blood mage. Besides, she's just itching to have another go with tw fucking mage.

@Birdsir LostHaven Kylesar1 (I have no idea where Hemos is so I just assumed that he's with Damian.)

 

[CrimsonEclipse]

Birdsie

 

[Birdsie]

Damian Vi Lasombra (Masked)
Fort Black - Vault Security Chamber

"Let's see," he exclaimed, looking through a book with encrypted passwords. "Eeny meeny... You," he pressed a button on the console that operated the vault gates should the key be lost. You could hear a magical explosion in the distance, as well as several screams. "Nope." One can say that Damian could just forge a fitting key from shadows, but that wouldn't work. Magic is required to open the vault. Specific magic. The gate would not yield to any force, so his only way was to use the console and open the door that way. "Complex... damned... dwarven... trash," he said, punching the console's different buttons with each word, activating numerous traps such as bolts of poison and fireballs that he also shielded himself from with a bubble of darkness that surrounded him.

After several seconds, he seems to have cracked it. "Then..." he looked into the book briefly. "This one?" he pushed a button that looked plain. Unusually plain. One of the lights above his head turned green, meaning this was the first one that started the sequence. If Damian failed, the sequence would reset, and if he failed three times the sequence would change itself until the key was submitted.

"Maaaster! Help!" one of the cultists called in distress.
"Hold your ground! I'm working on it," Damian replied.
"They're killing us!" the cultist complained.
"So kill them back!" Damian responded. After a brief sigh, he pressed another button, as another green light came to fruition above his head. "Wonderful, just one more..."

Azazel Rofocale
Fort Black - Dungeon > Vault Complex

"Pandora. I usually avoid doing this when lives can be spared, but if these cultists are doing what I think they are: They wish to open the vault. You have my permission to use lethal force this once if that's what it takes," he said, summoning his black armor onto his body. He knew they could not enter the vault, or all was gone. He made his way toward the vault complex, only to be ambushed by a group of cultists. Their jury-rigged weaponry made from a shadow-like substance was little match for Azazel's armor. One of them barely scratched it with his spear, only to be disarmed by a strong push of Azazel's sword and stunned by the lightning enchantment.

Kylesar1 CrimsonEclipse LostHaven

 

[Kylesar1]

Hemos
Fort Black Vault Access

Hemos was ripping apart guards and it only got worse as more guards and cultists died. "If the guildmaster gets here, we're screwed. Push back, damn it!" As more an more cultists fell, Hemos grew stronger. He reached his cap now, and could finally summon his armor or his blade. It took all blood upon reaching his initial cap to summon it, so he chose his armor for a bottomless cap and actual protection.

The cultists in the back finished charging their spells. While those shadow weapons couldn't do any damage, these demon contract spells most certainly could. A massive ball of lightning floated down the corridor to Azazel slowly, but surely. Since this was a narrow corridor, there was no dodging. even getting close but evading (like hugging the wall or going prone) would cause massive damage from the leaking magic. It was going slow for a purpose. As more magic was cast, the ball got bigger and bigger, so the blast power would get bigger and bigger. By the time it reached Azazel, it'd have enough magic to destroy that entire corridor unless dispelled, whether or not it hit someone directly.

Hurry the fuck up, headmaster. Hemos thought. The situation was starting to get dire. What if he called the guild back from their missions early?
Birdsie


Lucina Waesmor
Brightwall
Ren was childish enough. "Alright Ren. I want you to go Brightwall Academy and speak to the Principal. If everything goes as planned, he'll lead you to the teacher in question. Speak to her about the murders." The teacher in question was an ice teacher

Lucina strapped her sword back on. "I'll speak to the Drunkard. Get in contact with me if you get a lead to the necromancer." Lucina didn't plan on fighting this man, but bringing up his dead loved one may very well cross that line. They had to if they wanted to find this guy and put him away forever.......or at least take away his magic
Hanarei




Potion Shop Owner
Brightwall Potion Store
A gruff man operated the counter, but he had a very nice demeanor about him. Friendly, which seemed to be a given, considering how many women were in the store. Potion stores typically dualed as a fragrance shop, selling perfumes as well as potions

"Oi." he said. "Welcome in, looking for something specific, or just eye shopping for that special someone?" It would seem from this man that, unless he was very good at covering his grief, he didn't know a victim directly. He had no indication of any grief whatsoever. He was smiling like he needed to market his store.
NUSKI

 

[Birdsie]

Azazel Rofocale
Fort Black - Vault Complex

"What's... that?" Azazel stood his ground, watching the ball of magic that kept getting bigger. He reached out with his left hand and cast the Wall of Air spell, causing the lightning ball to stop in its tracks and clash against the wind. Soon, the magical energy bleeding from the clash of the two spells started generating intense pressure that cracked several of the bricks around Azazel, then, sent him flying backward in a bright explosion. He looked at his left hand. The armor on it was burnt to the point of being red, so he de-summoned it and got up from where he was, slightly injured.

He hobbled forward. It could barely be called walking. Azazel stopped upon seeing the cultists that cast the spell and sent several Fists of Air at them, knocking them unconscious. He slowly proceeded forward.

Damian Vi Lasombra (Masked)
Fort Black - Vault

He pressed the last button, as the green light opened the pathway toward immense treasures. The large gates of the vault opened for Damian and his men alike, and he was the first to run inside. Damian stood his ground and smiled, then laughed as he walked into the vault and looked around. The victory was his!

The room was spacious. One could not see the walls, or how far away they were. The ceiling was at least 10 meters high, and wherever one looked, there were small hills of unorderly-placed artifacts of magic; however, the greatest of treasures in terms of power laid on small, marble postuments. Each one brimmed with magic to the point of giving the room an aura of its own that said: 'Power.' Damian started looting, speaking to the cultists behind him. "Take something for yourselves then run!"

He ran forth and saw a flask full of what seemed to be liquid darkness standing in a spot full of light. He picked it up and stuffed it into his robe.
Hanarei (Hurry up on that character sheet of yours, baka!)

He made his way over to one of the postuments that were nearby and picked up a ring from it, also stuffing it in his robe. All of this stuff was harmful magic, so putting it on without precautions carried the risk of mind-rape and corruption, as well as other unpleasantries. He then walked to one of the mountains and scurried through the trashy items in it, and found something worthwhile within... a tome of shadow magic and rituals. This could be useful to study from. No longer would he need his father's aid. Lovely.

'Although I told them to take something and run... this place... I want to be here forever... so much power... I want all of it. All of it,' he thought to himself. Damian's greed glands were incapable of suppressing the thought of taking all he could carry with himself, but what he took so far would suffice... Then again, Azazel would surely reinforce the vault after this and... "No. I mustn't be greedy. I took enough. I must not be eaten apart by offers of power like this. Life over power," he commented to himself, then headed over to the exit.

"We've got what we need. Now, let's carve our way out of here."

NEW ITEMS:

• Suspicious Flask: Contains a black liquid. Who knows what it does?
• Tome of Shadows: Contains some useful spells...
• Suspicious Ring: ???

Kylesar1 CrimsonEclipse LostHaven

 

[Kylesar1]

Azazel Rofocale
Fort Black - Vault Complex

"What's... that?" Azazel stood his ground, watching the ball of magic that kept getting bigger. He reached out with his left hand and cast the Wall of Air spell, causing the lightning ball to stop in its tracks and clash against the wind. Soon, the magical energy bleeding from the clash of the two spells started generating intense pressure that cracked several of the bricks around Azazel, then, sent him flying backward in a bright explosion. He looked at his left hand. The armor on it was burnt to the point of being red, so he de-summoned it and got up from where he was, slightly injured.

He hobbled forward. It could barely be called walking. Azazel stopped upon seeing the cultists that cast the spell and sent several Fists of Air at them, knocking them unconscious. He slowly proceeded forward.

Damian Vi Lasombra (Masked)
Fort Black - Vault

He pressed the last button, as the green light opened the pathway toward immense treasures. The large gates of the vault opened for Damian and his men alike, and he was the first to run inside. Damian stood his ground and smiled, then laughed as he walked into the vault and looked around. The victory was his!

The room was spacious. One could not see the walls, or how far away they were. The ceiling was at least 10 meters high, and wherever one looked, there were small hills of unorderly-placed artifacts of magic; however, the greatest of treasures in terms of power laid on small, marble postuments. Each one brimmed with magic to the point of giving the room an aura of its own that said: 'Power.' Damian started looting, speaking to the cultists behind him. "Take something for yourselves then run!"

He ran forth and saw a flask full of what seemed to be liquid darkness standing in a spot full of light. He picked it up and stuffed it into his robe.
Hanarei (Hurry up on that character sheet of yours, baka!)

He made his way over to one of the postuments that were nearby and picked up a ring from it, also stuffing it in his robe. All of this stuff was harmful magic, so putting it on without precautions carried the risk of mind-rape and corruption, as well as other unpleasantries. He then walked to one of the mountains and scurried through the trashy items in it, and found something worthwhile within... a tome of shadow magic and rituals. This could be useful to study from. No longer would he need his father's aid. Lovely.

'Although I told them to take something and run... this place... I want to be here forever... so much power... I want all of it. All of it,' he thought to himself. Damian's greed glands were incapable of suppressing the thought of taking all he could carry with himself, but what he took so far would suffice... Then again, Azazel would surely reinforce the vault after this and... "No. I mustn't be greedy. I took enough. I must not be eaten apart by offers of power like this. Life over power," he commented to himself, then headed over to the exit.

"We've got what we need. Now, let's carve our way out of here."

NEW ITEMS:

• Suspicious Flask: Contains a black liquid. Who knows what it does?
• Tome of Shadows: Contains some useful spells...
• Suspicious Ring: ???

Kylesar1 CrimsonEclipse LostHaven

Hemos
Vault
A high number of cultists died from the high powered explosion, but the ones in the middle cast a shield. The frontlines were knocked clean out by the Air Fists. They launched a massive fire dragon down the corridor, determined to keep him back, whether that meant killing him or buying Hemos and Damian time. The thunder mages were on recharge while the Fire just launched their spell. Ice was readying their spell.

This Dragon was Pinkish red. Again, in this corridor, it couldn't be dodged. Only blocked

Hemos took a bunch of items of interest. None of them interested him, but he chose to take them anyways

Items obtained:
Aegis Necklace: Contains the spell Aegis, which projects a black protective shield
Magic Compactor: Compacts magic to hold more energy. Effectively doubles the power of weak spells
Black Hole Vial: Launches the Spell Black Hole, which sucks in everything in the area and crushes it absolutely.

Cultist items obtained:
6th Sense: A katana that amplifies psionic abilities
Meteorite: Katana forged from a meteorite
Moon Flower: Katana with anti-magic properties
Magic Scrolls

"Ransack and get the hell out!" The cultists who weren't fighting took as much stuff as possible. The vault was rich with stuff, so there was no way they could clean it out, but they took a lot of stuff, prioritizing weaponry and relics rather than scrolls and amror, though some did put some armor on.

 

[Alteras]

Aureliana Hrodohaidis
Storage Room > Dungeon

Aureliana could feel the rumblings of combat, combat that was way too close for comfort. "I'm sorry, I must depart." Aureliana raised her staff and healed the man of whatever ailment he had. She quickly rushed out of the room and ran down the hallways. As she reached the entrance to the dungeon, she could see the signs of combat.
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"Oh no..." Aureliana muttered. Raising her cage, black fog floated out and formed a boy devoid of color. He was a guild member, a scout, who would always rush into battle, until meeting his fate about 120 years ago. Aureliana pointed her staff forward further into the dungeon and towards the Vault complex. With a cheerful smile, the boy saluted and ran off with inhuman speed, carrying daggers by his side. Aureliana herself began to walk forth with a grim face.

Shadow of Former Guild Member (Give him a name. He was your guild member)
Dungeon > Vault Complex

The boy ran forth. Wisp like fog were lift from his person and slowly faded. He looked left and right, looking at all the signs of a very very recent battle. Soon he came upon Azazel. His steps may be silent, but he was able to get the guildmaster's attention. The boy couldn't speak, but he could certainly hear. And the wisps of smokes lifting from him would be more than enough to let Azazel know it was Aureliana who created and sent him. It seems Aureliana wants to know what's happening.
Birdsie

 

[IamNotLoki]

Reynard Script
Bowerstone

(A month later, present day)
"Come one come all! To Aliester Crowley's psychic services!" Daisy shouted in the streets. She was wearing a somewhat exotic costume that seems to be inspired by what women wore in the far eastern country of Shang-ri-lah. People walking in the street were walking past a booth where a man wearing a fantastic black costume, a cape, and a golden turban performed many dynamic poses behind a glowing crystal ball. "Aliester Crowley" seems to be a famous psychic that can exorcise and even destroy demons a ghosts... he is also a scam artist we know as Reynard Script.

The eccentric psychic pointed at a passing couple. "YOU THERE! COME QUICKLY! I SEE A DARK SPECTER FROM HELL LOOMING BEHIND YOU!" He did a flamenco pose and the crystal ball glew brightly as if on cue.

"Let's go honey... its one of those street scam artist..." The husband pulled the woman away who seems to be interested in Aliester's services.

"STOP! LET ME SEE... L... I SEE A PERSON WHOSE NAME STARTS WITH AN L!!!!" Aliester moved his hands hear the edges of his eyes as if focusing some sort of psychic energy.

"No... I'm afraid not sir... let's go Margie..." The man said as the wife turned around to leave.

"HALT! IT'S NOT AN L AFTER ALL! ITS... AN H! AN HONEST MISTAKE, THE LETTER L LOOKS A LOT LIKE THE LETTER H!" Aliester shouted.

The woman immediately turned around. "Margie, L doesn't look anything like H..." The husband complained.

"Its... Henry... no... Harry..." Aliester said strongly but more softly... drawing the woman in. The man had no choice but to follow her.

"Y-YES! HARRY IS MY UNCLE'S NAME! HE PASSED AWAY TWO WEEKS AGO!" The woman threw herself on the table. "Lately I have been seeing shadows in our house... is it the spirit of my uncle!?" She asked.

"Fear not, Milady... I am a great exorcist... I will happily cleanse you of your uncle's presence... with the help of this holy water vibrated by my psychic energy...it will easily end your uncle's spirit to the afterlife... never to bother you again!" Aliester showed her a green glass bottle filled with ordinary water.

The woman was about to take the bottle but Aliester pulled it away. "Of course, this water is very precious... ost psychics charge 100,000 gold for such a powerful potion. For you, I'll give it for only 1000 gold..." Aliester smirked. "I sympathize with you... I also had an uncle that died..."

"Don't give him the money, Margie..." The man warned his wife.
"Oh, shut up Fred... It's my money... tell me that again when you find a job that doesn't involve you carousing with other women!"
"Janice is not my type!" Fred yelled back as the woman paid Aliester.

"Thank you for your business..." Aliester said as he put the coins away. He handed her a bottle of water. "Use this water and splash your house with it... this will help send your uncle to the afterlife..." Aliester looked at the woman with comforting eyes.

"OH THANK YOU! MR. CROWLEY!" The woman said as the couple walked away with the worthless bottle of water.

"Suckers..." Reynard smiled under his disguise. "That's it... we're all out of bottles... good job Daisy.."

"It was fun... but it feels bad tricking other people..." She sighed. "I thought the Fairy Tale Gang steal from the rich and privileged?" She looked at him judgmentally.

"Er... not a lot of rich people been coming here these days... money is money, princess..." Reynard said as he put the table away.

"I don't like it... we need to have something to stand for..." Daisy sighed and picked up the weird trinkets that decorated the stall.

"We need to eat..." Reynard grinned under his disguise.

"HALT!!! ARE YOU ALIESTER CROWLEY!?" A the clanking boots of a royal knight made the con artists freeze in place.

"Y-Yes I am... what seems to be the trouble officers?" Aliester asked. Reynard's heart beat fast... did the Knights catch on to their scam? Are they gonna get thrown in a dungeon?

A beautiful dark elf knight with short white hair emerged from behind her soldiers. "My name is Aegis Caliburn... I have been tasked to eliminate a paranormal threat in Brightwall... to put it bluntly... I need your expertise to help my men defeat a necromancer!" Aegis bowed. "If you will lend us your abilities, the Royal Family will reward you generously..."

Reynard looked at Daisy... Daisy put on a fox mask as soon as the soldiers walked in. Is she hiding something?

"Unfortunately, Its been a long day for me... I think I'm just going to head back to my cottage and--"

"We will gladly join your forces... our talents are yours Captain Caliburn..." Daisy said from under the mask.

Reynard motioned her to stop talking.

"Excellent... we will get your supplies ready! We will be at Brightwall by sundown!" Aegis shook the Reynard and Daisy's hands.

Kylesar1 NUSKI Hanarei

 

[Birdsie]

Azazel Rofocale
Fort Black - Vault Complex

Azazel looked at the shadow behind him, clutching his injured hand briefly. He looked down at it, then back at the boy. "The Vault is being looted. Intruders in the Vault. Alert everyone," he said, looking back and creating a Wall of Air once again, to soak the magic cast by the cultist. Azazel didn't quite have the health to fight now but screw that. He gathered whatever willpower he had and rushed out of the shield, propelled by its speed. He drew his cursed sword; Daevschwert and stabbed one of the cultists with it. It was time for lethal force, as much as that choice had pained him, it had to be done. He sliced through the other two, then limped in the direction of the vault.

There, he saw a man in a robe and mask. He was the cultist leader. He had to be. He could hear and see the masked man give out orders. Azazel ran forth and before the masked figure saw him, he stabbed right through his torso, killing him. Azazel detracted his sword and looked to defend himself.

Damian Vi Lasombra
Fort Black - Vault Complex

Damian had given his mask and robe to another cultist, ordering him to wear them. What a simple decoy. Now all he had to do was walk into the corridor and play surprised, and no one would have the evidence or even suspicion of him being the leader of the cultists... after all, their leader was dead... right? Damian smirked mischievously, which turned into an expression of shock and surprise as soon as he entered the corridor. Damian threw an alchemical potion that created a pseudo-rock wall for protection against the spells and arrows of the cultists.

He looked at Pandora. "Pandora, what's happening?! Where's Azazel?" he asked. His face was one of worry and fear, but underneath, deep within his mind, all he felt was the joy. The ever condensing joy of having just cheated death. As for the cultists; he didn't care what happened to them. Hopefully, as much of them as possible would have ran off and survived, but he didn't care what happened to them. He would later go to their castle by himself in order to start ruling them once again. For now, they were serving as a decoy. Only the strong ones would survive and push through outside the Fort, which would leave him with only the best soldiers.

Kylesar1 Alteras Hanarei CrimsonEclipse

 

[Alteras]

Aureliana Hrodohaidis
Vault Complex Entrance

Aureliana waited as her summoned shadow raced back. Through a series of hand gestures, she came to know the vault is being looted. As the boy stood by, Aureliana slammed her staff against the ground and raised her cage. An immense amount of smoke ranging from black to white blasted outward and formed a squad of grayscale former guild members. A paladin carrying a massive shield and equally massive lance with hints of blue; a huge being clad in armor in hints of orange and red; A slender girl wielding two blades with hints of white and green with a floating white things around her; a small stubby being with his tongue sticking out; and a mage with a comically large witch hat. The squad turned around and ran into the vault complex. They would be under Azazel's command.
Birdsie

> Fort Black Tower

Aureliana turned and ran back into the main lobby, headed straight to communication tower, the one connected to the astronomican. Upon reaching it, she scrambled to find the necessary equipment to send her message. She placed her cage down and leaned her staff against the wall. Slamming her hands down, she spoke her message for all the hear.

Intruders in the Fort Black Vault. Send Help.​

With that single message, every member of the Guild of Heroes in every major base was alerted. Aureliana grabbed hold of her cage and summoned more shadows and sent them off to defend the Library. She would stay out of the fight to guide those who did come to her call. She rushed down to the courtyard and began clearing the area for when people would teleport back. "Please Azazel, make it out of this alive." She prayed.
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