Fantasy A Guild of Heroes (Temporarily Closed)

[IamNotLoki]

Azazel Rofocale
Fort Black - Guildmaster's Office

Azazel looked at her, hearing out her explanation. As she reached out with the rope, he took it in his hands and briefly examined it. Eventually, Azazel gave it back to her. "Keep it. You will need it," he said, referring to her search of her sister. "Either way. I do not know where your sister is, but I know this much: Whoever that man was, he is a friend of the Guild. And if he is a friend of the Guild and gave you the Draconium Rope; that means you should have it. If you want to find your sister, I can help you find the way to find her, but I won't guide you through it." Azazel sublimated into his spirit form, and no more than 10 seconds later; he materialized again, holding something in his hands. It was a crystal ball. An artifact from the Vault? "This is the Ball of Ouroboros. It is a potent divination tool. Meditate on it and it will show you the way to any goal you have set for yourself, as long as you truly believe in it. You can keep it, or return it to me at your leisure," he said.

Azazel turned himself to Reina and Aslan, now that he was done speaking with Akane. He looked at Aslan and made one request of him: "Please, give me a minute." He approached Reina and her statue, then bent his body a little to match her height. "I think it's amazing. But Reina; I can't stay here, alright? I'm sorry, but you probably won't see me again after I choose the new Guildmaster," he said, in a polite and calm tone. He was hoping that his words did not sadden or weigh on the girl's consciousness too much.

Hanarei Alteras IamNotLoki

Akane Hiei
Azazal's Office

Akane took the orb hesitantly from the guil leader's hand. She stared at her own reflection within it's clear blue surface. She felt somewhat grateful for the help. "Thank you..." She said softly. She didn't really know what else to say about the quest she was about to embark. She imagined that her journey to her sister was a lonely and sentimental road where she would only rely on herself in a foreign and alien land. She remembers the help she got from the masked man, the young woman that saved her from the centepede, and now the guild leader of this nation's most prestigious guild is giving her a way to find her sister. Somehow she felt that she wasn't alone.

She looks at her rope and back at Azazal. "Do you know anyone who could fashion a bow out of this rope?". She asked Azazel. " this rope is very strong... I wonder if it could be used as a bowstring.. "

 

[Captain Gabriel]

Artoria Adamant
Location: Mountain of Unspeakable Doom

Artoria had grown tired of waiting. She groaned in annoyance, "Let's go, Iris." She said, speaking quickly as she began walking deeper into the cave. She raised her lit torch, making light around the cave to see where she was going. She didn't change direction but just walked in a straight line for ten minutes. Then, Artoria stopped, taking a good look around and inspecting the area. Aside from the rocky walls, something was there, but she needed to investigate a bit more with her torch. And so she did, using the lit wooden stick to illuminate the dark areas of the cave.

Swire Birdsie

 

[Birdsie]

Azazel Rofocale
Fort Black - Guildmaster's Office

"I can't. I'm sorry, Reina," he replied. Azazel stood up, sighing quietly. He looked back at Akane and replied to her question. Other people's needs were above his own. "There is a specialist in Bowerstone that goes by the name of Garo. He can do it certainly." He looked back at Reina and laid his hand on her head, caressing her momentarily before turning to Aslan. So much business to take care of. "Please, let's talk now. Can you two leave me alone for a minute?" he asked, looking back at Reina and Akane. He knew that Reina was probably devastated right now, but Azazel's life was the opposite of easy. He rarely had the time for pleasantries. Time. Time was such a rare commodity these days. One truly needed more of it.

IamNotLoki Hanarei Alteras

 

[Wilted]

Adair
Tartarus Forest

Adair stood in complete silence for a long period of time, putting more time into sorting her thoughts and regaining her composure. "If you do end up being a mass murderer for no reason in the end, you will never know it." A strong, dry bitterness had surfaced in her voice. "Nonetheless, it really is simply up to how willing you are to die yourself. If you do nothing, you can simply escape through this 'dark dimension', correct?" She asked, recalling what he had sad before about how this dimension-eating force always ended up sparing him. She almost envied him. He actually had a choice whether to live or die, unlike her or anyone else in this world. Her voice was still shaky, but she was much more composed than she was just a while before. These accursed human emotions were quite the burden- even more than the dark knowledge the man had passed on to her. Even so, she knew what had to be done. Or perhaps it was not knowledge, and simply "feeling" that guided her. "However, if you do decide to try to destroy this... thing, know... that I will support your efforts." Even if it meant paying the ultimate price, her duty was her duty nonetheless. She said the last sentence with a large amount of hesitation and difficulty, attempting to do what was best for all of these other dimensions despite it going against her own interests.

IamNotLoki

 

[Alteras]

Aslan Valerian Wolff
Fort Black - Guildmaster's Office

Wolff waited until the two departed. Putting back on his top hat, he looked at Azazel. "Guildmaster Azazel Rofocale of the Guild of Heroes. I am Court Magistrate Aslan Valerian Wolff. Under the order of the Royal Court of Albion, I have been sent to observe the Guild of Heroes indefinitely." Wolff's posture changed ever so slightly to the normal rigidness of his demeanor. "Forgive me for having to go through such formalities. It has been a while since I was last in Fort Black." His tone didn't change to an amiable one, but it is definitely more human like. "The court would rarely ever send anyone to oversee a transition of leaders in a guild, but with how powerful the Guild of Heroes is, it is only natural that the selection of candidates and the transition be done with extreme care. As such, I'll be frequenting the facilities of the Fort and make reports back to the court."

He walked forward and took as seat at the chair. "Rofocale, why are you doing this?" Clearly, Wolff wanted to inquire about why the demon was resigning. He isn't exactly a friend of Azazel, but he did consider himself an ally, having done many things to protect and uphold the law.
Birdsie

 

[IamNotLoki]

Adair
Tartarus Forest

Adair stood in complete silence for a long period of time, putting more time into sorting her thoughts and regaining her composure. "If you do end up being a mass murderer for no reason in the end, you will never know it." A strong, dry bitterness had surfaced in her voice. "Nonetheless, it really is simply up to how willing you are to die yourself. If you do nothing, you can simply escape through this 'dark dimension', correct?" She asked, recalling what he had sad before about how this dimension-eating force always ended up sparing him. She almost envied him. He actually had a choice whether to live or die, unlike her or anyone else in this world. Her voice was still shaky, but she was much more composed than she was just a while before. These accursed human emotions were quite the burden- even more than the dark knowledge the man had passed on to her. Even so, she knew what had to be done. Or perhaps it was not knowledge, and simply "feeling" that guided her. "However, if you do decide to try to destroy this... thing, know... that I will support your efforts." Even if it meant paying the ultimate price, her duty was her duty nonetheless. She said the last sentence with a large amount of hesitation and difficulty, attempting to do what was best for all of these other dimensions despite it going against her own interests.

IamNotLoki

The man turned to face the philosopher's stone and walked towards it. The stone floated ominously as if waiting for anyone to grab it. "In any case... I believe its better to take this before anyone else does. If this falls in the wrong hands... this world might end even before the entity arrives..." The Drifter reached over to the crystal with his right hand. As if by magnetism, the crystal floated over to the man's palm. As soon as it made contact with with the Drifter's gauntlet, the energy that pulsed within it faded away. Now in the man's hand, the crystal looks just like a regular shard of glass... nothing magical about it at all.

"More obelisks will show up during the next couple of days..." The Drifter explained. "I will continue to roam this world to look for them..." The Drifter sheathed his sword. "You don't need to burden yourself..."

[Drifter acquired: Philosopher Stone of Pride]

 

[Wilted]

Adair
Tartarus Forest

"It is not a matter of burden. It is a matter of duty." Adair's voice hardened. Did he think she was incapable of helping? It sort of felt that way. "I have my own reasons for traveling the world, regardless." "Though trivial they may be now, knowing that the world is going to end." She thought to herself bitterly. She needed to go with the stranger, to prove something. To herself, more than anyone else. To prove she could still do her duty, that she had the resolve to accept the truth, no matter how harsh it was. "If more of these obelisks will appear, then I will destroy them as well." She tried her best to completely get rid of any doubt or uncertainty that might show. "There is no need to be concerned for me. I can handle myself." She added, in hopes of sounding more convincing and reassuring, being unsure what regular mortals did find convincing and what they did not.

IamNotLoki

 

[IamNotLoki]

Adair
Tartarus Forest

"It is not a matter of burden. It is a matter of duty." Adair's voice hardened. Did he think she was incapable of helping? It sort of felt that way. "I have my own reasons for traveling the world, regardless." "Though trivial they may be now, knowing that the world is going to end." She thought to herself bitterly. She needed to go with the stranger, to prove something. To herself, more than anyone else. To prove she could still do her duty, that she had the resolve to accept the truth, no matter how harsh it was. "If more of these obelisks will appear, then I will destroy them as well." She tried her best to completely get rid of any doubt or uncertainty that might show. "There is no need to be concerned for me. I can handle myself." She added, in hopes of sounding more convincing and reassuring, being unsure what regular mortals did find convincing and what they did not.

IamNotLoki

Drifter
Tartarus Forest

The Drifter stared at Adair for a moment through his mask. He said absolutely nothing. The dull white gem sat motionless in his hand. "I see..." The metallic voice boomed. "Forgive me, I have many allies in the past... I just don't want to see another one die..." The man looked at the crystal. "The more of these we have, the better our chances... I believe that this plan is our only hope..." The Drifter stated again. "Why..." He looked at her again. "Why is it so easy for you to trust me? What if everything I told you is a lie? Why do you so easily put your hopes upon me?" The man hid the crystal in his back. "... very well... I suppose this is our plan then. We need to find and destroy any obelisk that appear..."

 

[IamNotLoki]

Azazel Rofocale
Fort Black - Guildmaster's Office

"I can't. I'm sorry, Reina," he replied. Azazel stood up, sighing quietly. He looked back at Akane and replied to her question. Other people's needs were above his own. "There is a specialist in Bowerstone that goes by the name of Garo. He can do it certainly." He looked back at Reina and laid his hand on her head, caressing her momentarily before turning to Aslan. So much business to take care of. "Please, let's talk now. Can you two leave me alone for a minute?" he asked, looking back at Reina and Akane. He knew that Reina was probably devastated right now, but Azazel's life was the opposite of easy. He rarely had the time for pleasantries. Time. Time was such a rare commodity these days. One truly needed more of it.

IamNotLoki Hanarei Alteras

Akane Hiei
Guildmaster's Office

"I am truly grateful for your assistance" Akane, before leaving the office, stood in front of Azazel and bowed in front of him. She took her rope and crystal ball and stepped outside the office. "Garo... perhaps he can help me..." She said to herself as she walked down the hall. Oh... where is the exit? She thought to herself while pausing awkwardly in the hallway. She also has no idea how to find Garo.

[open for interaction]

 

[Birdsie]

Azazel Rofocale
Fort Black - Guildmaster's Office

Azazel seemed angered by Aslan's introduction. "The Guild does not answer to Albion, or it's Court. We are an independent organization," he replied. "Feel free to stay here if such is your wish, Magistrate, but do not expect complex explanations to my actions. You might as well go back to the Court and let them know this supervision is most unwelcome, unrequired, and pointless," Azazel added shortly after. Azazel had a hunch about what was going on. It was no suspicion he could confirm, merely a sensation. What if he was sent here to make Azazel choose a Guildmaster that would be supportive of the Court and declare the Guild's dependence on the country? Azazel wouldn't go out of his way to declare that, though.

Alteras Hanarei

 

[Stern LuLuLu]

Remoe Verlin

Location: Mountain of Unspeakable Doom

The aftermath of the fight had half of the bandits with sword wounds on them, and the other impaled on spiked rocks. Remoe, placing the chest on his back walking away from the fight.With a couple of scrapes and bruises. But not worst for where looking through the book the mage had. "You should have just sold me the book and walked away. Huh, this is a nice book for whoever likes fire magic. Whatever I'll just give this my magic guy and have him sell it for me."
After walking for awhile, Remo reaches the mountain.Looking around seeing the dragon circling the mountain. Seeing if there's anything to help him before he heads up to the peak.



Birdsie

 

[Alteras]

Aslan Valerian Wolff
Fort Black - Guildmaster's Office

Wolff sighed. Not much knowledge made it to the court regarding the intrusion of the vault, and no one has a solid answer on why Azazel is resigning. In the past, he has rebuffed previous kings' attempts to "control" the guildmaster. Certainly, the court would be ecstatic with this opportunity, but everyone is in utter confusion on why now, especially when the world is in grave danger from the artifacts? "I'll inform the Court in my next report. However, I must say that this isn't about controlling the guild, it is about maintaining order, even in the face of a crisis." Wolff stood up and began walking to the door. Keeping his hand on the door handle he said, "I hope that the candidate you choose is someone that you can truly call your successor and an advocate of peace." Wolff stepped out of the door and began a tour around the fort, first headed to the Library.
Birdsie

 

[LostHaven]

Faust Windfallow
His own House --> Fort Black

Faust stood in his living room and admired his handiwork. He had used wind magic to blow all the spiderwebs and junk all out the window. His floor was fine though, and the food cupboard had been empty ever since he had bought the house. So no mouldy trash, that was good. He sighed, as he teleported back into Fort Black. 'Goddammit, I need to get the scythe.' He muttered. It was probably still buried in the junk that had been the result of the explosion. As he made his way down the hall, he saw Akane walking down the hall. He waved to her. 'Sup, how'd it go?' He asked. If he had to guess, she probably turned down the offer, and a sh*t ton of people offered to find her sister. 'So, any clues about your sister as well?'
IamNotLoki

 

[Captain Gabriel]

Artoria Adamant and Tydryss, The Chosen One
Location: Mountain of Unspeakable Doom > At the end, Fort Black.

Reaching the end of the tunnel Artoria was walking down into, she reached a large underground city. Illuminating the area around her with her torch made her able to see skulls, bones, and ribs all over the ground. She walked forward, using the torch to make her able to see where she was going. She looked upwards, seeing dark-clothed figures looking at her from the top of the withered buildings. "Who are you, stranger?" The tallest one spoke, looking down at the woman. giving Artoria time to speak, "I'm Artoria Adamant, member of the Court of Knights and proud member of the Guild of Heroes." She spoke calmly, responding to the elf's request for knowledge. "What is your business here, Mrs. Adamant?" The same elf spoke inquisitively. Artoria hummed in approval, "I need to speak with Tydryss, the dragon that has been cursing the lands with death and destruction." Artoria spoke in a relaxed manner. The elves gasped, the tallest one's expression shifting into rage, "And why would you need to speak with the Almighty One?" The elf asked. Artoria tilted her head, "He is a threat. He has killed about a hundred people this far, for no reason at all. He needs to be persuaded into stopping, or..." Artoria stopped. The elves roared in anger, "HERETIC!" The elves shouted in unison.

She took a deep breath and tossed the torch aside. The figures jumped down on Artoria; they were about five dark elves, armed with light armor and shortswords. She grunted, stabbing one directly in the chest as he fell. She tossed the elf's body aside and got ready to fight the other ones. They all rushed at Artoria. She focused her mana in a spot between them, making a whirlwind appear, smashing them all against the walls of the surrounding buildings. The sheer force of the impact broke the elves' spines, killing them instantly. Since her torch extinguished, she left it on the ground, She was able to see fairly well thanks to the city's lights. "Good grief..." She remarked irritatedly. She kept walking in the dark alleys of the city, avoiding the police force as best as she could. At one point, she even used invisible wind to conceal herself from sight. After a good ten minutes of walking, she'd find an open stone gate. There were four priests guarding it. It probably was some kind of religious hotspot. She slipped past the priests, only to be greeted by complete darkness. She walked down the path, still concealed by the invisible wind, for about five minutes. Then, she found a room.

In the darkness of the room, Artoria could feel a presence. Something breathing quietly. She unsheathed her sword and held it with her right hand. A growl could be heard coming from the back of the rocky chamber, making Artoria get on high alert. Suddenly, a powerful growl could be heard, followed by a wave of heat invading the room as torches all over the walls lit, glowing with white fire. At the end of the room, Artoria could see what looked like a Throne Room and the throne was made of skulls. Tydryss, the infamous dragon, descended from a hole in the roof, landing on the skull throne and roaring loudly. The dragon growled snarkily, sounding like a chuckle. "Vi mablik? Tenpiswo? Hahaha...muda arytiss! Tepoha wux ti yora? Ilfis geou qe yscik ekess gjahall Tydryss! (A mortal? Here? Hahaha...useless warrior! Have you not learned? Nobody will be able to defeat Tydryss!)" The dragon spoke out in its native language. Artoria understood perfectly what it said. Her expression shifted into an angered one. "Majak svern jaka while wux shilta! (Give up now while you can!)" Artoria exclaimed, trying to persuade the dragon. She knew it wouldn't work, thus she prepared to fight.

The dragon roared loudly, breathing fire on the woman. Artoria raised her sword up high, casting a rush of wind to deflect the fire somewhere else. Artoria rushed at the dragon, jumping on its tail and running along it. However, the dragon slammed its tail to the side, sending Artoria flying towards the wall. As she hit it, she grunted. She coughed up some blood, but her wounds regenerated very quickly. She got up on her feet once again, raising her sword as the invisible wind faded. She slashed her sword five times, sending magical razor-blades towards the dragon. They hit its scales, cutting them off and reaching its skin. The dragon roared, bleeding profusely from its wound. The first actual wound he got in centuries. The dragon growled angrily, slashing its tail at Artoria. She dashed up in the air, pretty high up thanks to a rush of wind she casted, dodging the dragon's tail. She landed on its bottom, running up its back and stabbing the sword through its torso. The dragon roared in pain, starting to wriggle to get Artoria off. However, she held tightly onto the sword. As the dragon stopped wriggling, Artoria extracted the sword and slashed through the dragon's outer neck, cutting off most of its scales, slashing the dragon's skin. It began bleeding profusely, quickly weakening the dragon.

She approached the dragon's upper neck and pointed her sword right at it. "Nomeno ui dout annyo krehl ekess majak svern (This is your last chance to surrender)." Artoria spoke coldly, ready to jab her sword through the dragon's neck and cut its head off. The dragon growled, "Tydryss fen neh qiilaak wah rotmindol joor! (Tydryss will never submit to a puny mortal!)" He responded with an acidic and angered tone. Artoria knew about a dragon's pride and trying to convince it was nigh impossible. She sighed deeply, "Zu'u los truly krosis fah daar. Aal hin sil bo wah Sovngarde. (I am truly sorry for this. May your soul go to Sovngarde.)" She responded, slashing through the dragon's exposed neck, cutting its head off. The dragon's body fell limp on the ground as its head fell on the floor, letting out lots of blood. She hummed in approval and dropped down from the dragon's lifeless body, grabbing its head. It was as big as her torso, but carrying it would not be a problem. She cast a small whirlwind to hold it up for her, using a tunnel in the back of the room to return to the surface. Her body was covered in orange blood as she walked out of the cave. Returning to the sunlight made her squint her eyes tightly. She found herself some miles away from Fort Black.

After returning to Fort Black, she head towards the Library, where she saw a member of the King's Court, Wolff. She walked towards him and tossed the dragon's head at his feet. "The deed's done." She remarked coldly, as the dragon blood she had on her evaporated during her long walk returning to Fort Black. She sat down on a chair, exhausted from the fight with the dragon. "Gosh..." She grunted out.

Alteras

 

[Swire]

Iris Galvor
Location: Mountain of unspeakable doom. > Fort Black

Iris had been with Artoria for the entire part as they entered the cave and even when Artoria had killed what seemed to be the dragons minions. However when they went into the city, Artoria used much more stealth to avoid the people within the city. However Iris couldn't keep up, and ended up losing Artoria somewhere along the line. By the time she made it to the Dragon, it was long dead. But it's corpse, with no head, still had some use. Iris lifted above the ground and a mana stream formed from her hands to the dead body of the dragon. "Oh? How complex...It's biological composition is unbelievable. But I may be able to learn something from this...." After a moment Iris touched the ground again. "Hmm, I think I figured this out...." Iris turned around to see some remaining followers. "I will test this on you I suppose." Iris held out her hands and fire exploded out from both her hands and formed into a dragon like figure. It smashed into the followers and burned them alive. The dragon shaped fired turned around and came back to her, disappearing in her hand. "Nice, I should head back now."

New Spell
Fire soul - creates a single, small, dragon shaped flame. The dragon can fly around and curls around enemies, burning them.

After that Iris head back to the Guild and made sure to stop by and at least let Artoria see that she was ok and made it out. Not that Artoria believed she would get hurt, she was perfectly fine on her own and Artoria probably knew that.
When Iris got back to her room she picked up the Angelic Fabrication Crystal. "This crystal is bonded to someone, and before I can use it I need to find out who....." she said as she made her way to a horse and headed for Northern Fairfax.
Captain Gabriel

 

[Stern LuLuLu]

Remoe Verlin
Location: Mountain of Unspeakable Doom

Remo in a disguise a follower, walking out from the tunnel to the dragon's chamber looking at what happened ."So this how the Guild of Heroes goes about things.They can make a lot of enemies this way .I'm sure the remanence of this guys following might try to take revenge well I'll let them with that if it happens. An I wanted to try to make deal with him.Another thing that merchant doesn't seem to be around too. Moving on time to collect ."As Remoe starts collecting scales off the ground also grabbing to get some of its claws. After packing everything away, Remoe prepares to head off.


Location: Bowerstone
Dropping off his goods to his clientele.
(Open for interaction)

 

[Birdsie]

Hanarei

OOC

Baka! Reply!?

Damian Vi Lasombra
Fort Black - Library

He was sitting in the very corner of the large room. The corner was shadowy, but the shadows were disbanded via a single lit candle that gave the aroma of melted wax to the areas close to the book that Damian was reading; 'Thaumaturgical Foundation for Advanced Sorcerers: Making Spells.' Damian flipped yet another page of the old tome. Its pages had that shitty old paper look, like someone left them in a dusted storage room for several hundred years for them to get that old and reliable look. He paid no heed to the Magistrate that just entered the library; it was only natural for people to seek knowledge, what better place than a library? Nothing out of the ordinary.

Alteras

 

[Hanarei]

Location: Black Fort Just Entering Library​

Reina looked to Azazel noticeably upset. She felt his hand on her head, whimpering softly in response like a lost puppy who was rejected being spoiled with treats. She looked to him quietly as he spoke asking them to leave. She looked down, giving a light nod. She had hoped her attempt to cheer him up would work but it appeared as if he was set in stone his desire to leave. She looked at him walking away to the door glancing back at Azazel. It wasn't hard to see she was notably upset.

"If... if you need me, I'll be around, okay?" She spoke before wandering out the room. A look of defeat filled her face as she frowned, not showing the normal upbeat demeanor she typically displayed in full. She looked down, walking through the halls seeming so lost soaking in the unease. She wasn't certain what she could do. It was as if any sense of hope had been washed away. She trudged through the halls keeping up her slog of a pace her energetic self lacking much in terms of life finding her way into the library.

Her eyes darted up noticing Damian, blushing lightly though still keeping a rather upset expression on her face reminded of what Azazel had said before. A sudden spark suddenly came upon Reina as the hopeless expression quickly vanished as she suddenly got an idea. She walked up to Damian looking at him. She might not be able to convince Azazel, but maybe someone related by blood could. it was worth a shot! She stood before him, blushing lightly still finding that bit of attraction to him even if she didn't know what it was.

"Damian-senpai! How are you doing?" She asked with a bright smile attempting to be friendly, though she was quick to change her tone looking at him not one for being subtle. "You heard what Azazel-sensei is doing leaving the guild right? Have you tried to talk him out of it? He might listen to you!" She spoke out looking cutely up at him. She didn't notice the magistrate even being there so focused on him.

Birdsie In brief mentioning Alteras

 

[Birdsie]

Damian Vi Lasombra
Fort Black - Library

'She's right. The old man's leaving soon. If he does, I won't find him ever anymore. I need to find a way to convince him to stay,' Damian came to a realization, not replying to Reina for a moment. His face showed some worry, although it wasn't about Azazel leaving. It was anxiety over not being able to kill him. "Yes," he blankly said at first. Damian then blinked, looking up at her with an alive expression. "Yes, I'll talk to him. You're right," he admitted. 'I need Azazel here and commanding the Guild. Alright, time to forge a plan,' he thought. "I'll go do it now," he added.

Damian had several options in his mind. Dominate Azazel? No. He's a demon. It will wear off, if not fail outright. There was only one way: Create a danger or an opportunity that Azazel knows only he can handle properly. Damian smirked wickedly, although on the outside it looked like a sweet, optimistic grin.

He headed over to the exit. He had to get himself teleported to Castle Goratrix at once.

Hanarei Alteras

 

[Hanarei]

Location: Fort Black Library​

Reina looked at Damian, a look of unease filling her only to be replaced by her smile returning in full. She had suspected he would agree to likely try such a thing or at least mention he did put such effort in though it still was something she was glad to actually hear. She smiled brightly nodding happily at him. There was a sense of.... unease... she had felt for a moment when he had first responded though it was something she had quickly suppressed. She was practically about to bounce around in the spot she stood knowing now there was another chance to get Azazel to stay, unaware of Damians malicious intent.

"Thank you thank you thank you!" She spoke excitedly. She gave the half demon a hug, embracing him tightly squeezing onto him. She pulled away after a brief moment her blush lingering as she happily looked up at him. "Sorry sorry, I'll let you be on your way!" She spoke happily feeling a sense of hope again. She gave him a salute looking at him hopefully he would be able to stop Azazel's departure from the guild. She waved to him as he went to leave hoping plan B might work. It had to work!

Birdsie

 

[Birdsie]

Damian Vi Lasombra
Fort Black - Library > Castle Goratrix - Damian's Room

'W-What?!' he was surprised when Reina hugged him so tightly, barely capable of breathing, crushed by her tremendous strength. 'M-Maybe I underestimate this girl!?' He reached out with his hand, bending several shadows that were cast by a bookshelf and preparing to attack Reina with them, but then he saw that she was hugging him. 'What is this asinine tomfoolery?' He quickly pushed the shadows back to where they were, hoping nobody saw that. At first, Damian thought she was trying to strangle him or kill him by crushing his body, but it was just an affectionate embrace. 'Stupid girl...' He blushed reluctantly, more as a natural reaction to the hug than an actual feeling of attraction, or love.

"T-Thanks," he replied. He bent his back a little, putting his hands on his knees, then took a few seconds to breathe after having his lungs molested in such a vulgar way. He straightened his stance and gave Reina a brief smile. "See you later, then," he said and walked off toward the library's exit. Damian made his way down the corridor and down to his room.

Damian peeked his head through the door, then closed it tightly and turned around, rapidly walking to the desk. He opened a drawer and put his fingers on a small magical circle drawn with chalk there. It activated and his body illuminated with a crimson red hue. He closed the drawer and looked up at the ceiling, as his body disappeared and transported itself to Castle Goratrix. At once, the first thing Damian did was yell for someone. "Lilith, you witch! Where are you? I need your help!" His voice was just as demanding as it was urgent and hasty.

Hanarei

 

[Hanarei]

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Location: Castle Goratrix - Damian's Room​

The shadows began to waiver. The darkness slinked across the ground slipping into the room. Her form began to take shape as her human appearance formed from the darkness, seemingly a little larger then before. She had taken some 'liberties' in her freedom devouring a few prisoner's and cultists. As far as she was concerned a few pitiful bodies was no big deal of a loss, the cultists were all but pawns after all that mattered little individually to the big game of chess Damian was playing. She needed the extra power to help nourish herself to a more sustainable form. Immortality was a nice thing, but without power she could simply be suppressed by a strong enough foe being unable to serve as anything more then an annoyance.

"My my... what a cruel thing to call a lady. You know most men would be slapped for such words being given to a lady. It is quite a disrespectful thing." She spoke, purposely toying with him noticing his tone. She truthfully didn't really care much about it but it didn't mean she wouldn't toy with him purposely being more long winded in her response noticing how hasty he seemed. She could tell something was bothering him, already getting more of an idea of just what he was like. She could tell just how bothered he seemed to be about something, although she wasn't sure just what it might be.

"What is it you require, my lord?" She spoke adding that bit of flare she did in saying 'my lord' while bowing her head in response. She tended to have a way of being a bit sarcasm and toying with Damian, though she had shown herself also to be willing in general to follow his urging, so long as he didn't attempt to force her to act. She might not be a loyal minion willing to serve and do as said no matter what it might be, but given you nudged her she was the type to follow through with things and do so quite effectively. It was likely quite clear to Damian by now that she didn't have same ulterior motives... at least none that could be seen by him so far.

Birdsie

 

[Birdsie]

Damian Vi Lasombra
Castle Goratrix - Damian's Room

"You're no lady, though, are you?" he remarked, trying to remind her of her true origin and how biologically incorrect it was to call her a 'lady.' "Well. I don't care whether or not you're an eldritch being. From this day onward you're no longer a lady, nor anything eldritch. Starting today, you're the Goddess of Darkness; Lilith Lasombra; and I am your demigod son; Damian Vi Lasombra." he said. It was not as much of a statement; rather an order. It seemed like her being a goddess of darkness was meant to be some part of his plan.

He made his way over to his alchemical tools and started working on something. "First things first, I'll need to spice the cultists' meals. They need to believe and worship your name. Mine as well: With ardent devotion. My mother never existed; you're my mother. My father never existed; I am a part of you made human. Perhaps I'll further my studies of dominating minds and learn how to implant memories, or place geas curses." He spoke hastily. No time to waste. Azazel might as well declare his successor any minute now. He looked back at her with an utterly serious gaze. "Now, please, give me a piece of yourself. Whatever kind of magical energy you're made out of; I need it for the potion," he said. He made sure to add in that 'please' to appease her. He didn't want to spoil Lilith, but he didn't want to get on her bad side either. He reached out his hand, hoping to take whatever she was going to give; whether a hair, a piece of her skin, or just an orb of raw darkness derived from her body.

Hanarei

 

[Hanarei]

Location: Castle Goratrix - Damian's Room​

She looked down at him curiously hearing his words. She listened in intently, curious as to what he had to say. His platitudes intrigued her. She found it humerus how he seemed to seek to correct her. It wasn't as if he was wrong, Eldritch beings tended to lack a 'gender' as most would. Her choice in appearance was more based off what she viewed herself to most closely match. She didn't have any need to practice the act of reproduction after all, the act itself if she really wanted to engage in creating 'offspring' would likely entail something similar to asexual reproduction, at least to put it in a much more easy to understand and digestible way.

"Goddess huh? Hmm... I don't mind such a title. I do recall sporting such a thing long ago, though it was quite short lived." She spoke, a light grin on her face. It was short lived primarily due to their willingness to sacrifice themselves to her, something she obliged to and quickly devoured them to be a part of her body so long ago in her past now. She looked on hearing his plan staring curiously at him. She moved close, her one finger changing to the shape of a sharp knife. She held up her other index finger, suddenly slicing up chopping off her finger. The finger itself started to turn black as she caught it, handing it to him. Where her finger had been, darkness sprouted out retaking the shape of where it had been as the darkness in her body adjusted to the small portion missing.

"Very well, I'll play your little game. I'm eager to see just what may unfold cutie." She spoke, the finger shifting in its appearance more returning back to the darkness that it comprised of. She held no control of any of the shadow that existed separated from her main body. It still possessed her power and essence but she was left unable to control it, nor the darkness being able to manipulate its own form without her being connected to it.

Birdsie

 

[Birdsie]

Damian Vi Lasombra
Castle Goratrix - Damian's Room

He took the remnant of her body and threw it into the concoction. He poured several other ingredients into the mixture, and soon, he took the ready potion in his hands. Damian's body enveloped itself in the black armor that he summoned via the Crown Ring. He made his way over to the storage room and spiced all food he found with a few drops of the potion mixed with some water. Same for the water supplies. He was done within roughly thirty minutes, and no one seemed to suspect a thing. That was step one. Now he would have to learn to improve his dominate powers.

Damian made his way back to his room and opened his little library of books, clicking his fingers as all torches nearby lit themselves. He started looking through the tomes and studying. Whatever it was he was preparing for, it was rather serious.

Hanarei