The World of Ioria

[Ian Temero]

Nayacel "Naya" Ker'rosm

Nayacel coughed as she stumbled through strange roads, the streets of of this unfamiliar city covered in bodies and the air filled with the choking stench of rot and decay. Plague-ridden rodents swarmed the streets and a sickly haze hung over the city. Where was she? the holy warrior wondered, looking around. To her left she could see the ocean, a sight she had known her whole life, and to her left a forest, much like the one back home, with towering cliffs. As she watched, the stone split open and rats and fog poured from the gap. "Gan!" she cried, moving to stop the tide of disease, when she heard a mighty roar.

Turning towards the sound she found herself facing a large hut. She approached its doors and threw them open. Inside there were demons, garbed in green, and all twisted and deformed. Their numbers more than she could count, they laughed and danced around in a ring, and in its center stood a lion, a mane of golden fire, swiping at any that dared step inside. It guarded the bodies of six noble creatures, all fallen to the ground: A spider dressed in black webs; a hawk wreathed in flames; a bear with earthen fur; a bat with wings of stone; a crocodile dripping with acid; and a monkey with gold hanging around its neck; all with crowns resting on their heads. But the fiery lion could only do so much alone and when it had its back turned the monsters reached out, biting and tearing the creatures' flesh which began to fester and boil.

"Pael voul a veki!" Nayacel roared, and all the monsters' eyes turned to her. A wall of green darkness surged towards her and she raised her arms to protect herself as countless demonic arms lunged for her, pock-ridden hands reaching for her throat...

Naya shot up with a start, gasping for breath. Her hands shot for her throat, expecting to find blood and clawed out holes. When she found nothing out of ordinary she let out a sigh of relief and fell back to the floor of her boat. That's right. She was in her boat, in the middle of the ocean, sailing to Masalin. There was no city, no plague, no demons. It had all been just a dream.

No. Not a dream, she realized. The flaming lion only appeared when Rak'Thiel sent her a vision. And he had sent her a vision of death and destruction. One she might be able to stop if she was fast enough. Scrambling to her feet, the islander quickly pulled in her anchor and unfurled the sail of her small vessel. Hopping over to the outrigger, Nay pulled on the line, turning the sail to catch the wind and starting her canoe towards the island of Masalin in the distance.

 

[KhalZhavvorsa]

Bellatrix gave a small curtsy to the both of them, it wasn't exactly the best..but since she was holding a parasol..it was about as good as she could get. "A pleasure to meet you~" She said toward Galandor's bother before looking to Galandor, "And its always nice to see my neighbor." She added before her commented about her kingdom and about how the sun was treating her skin, which for right now was fine..but soon she would need to get inside. "That is how Quanni has always been, a lovely place of darkness, but the sun doesn't seem to be doing any harm just quit-" She was cut off by Choutte who ran over to Amakin and spoke rather..loud about this mornings..endeavors. Which left Bellatrix glaring at her for a moment before sighing deeply and began to question her reasoning behind bring the little owl, before Amakin speaking to her interrupted her thoughts, to which she regained her smile and gave him a nod as he came to stand beside her. "Amakin says it is a pleasure to met you both and apologizes for the fact he cannot speak for himself, so think of me as his translator." Bellatrix explained before smiling up at Amakin. "How's that for you?" She asked him, hoping she had said something he would find..pleasing.

After the introductions were over, Galandor mentioned heading for the meeting place and how there were no escorts. Which..that within itself was very odd..especially for Mesalin. Perhaps something had happened. "Yes. Why don't we head that way..I'm sure the others are just as ready to discuss this..issue." She said, and didn't hesitate to lead the way, her heels tapping along the wooden boards as she walked. Briefly she wondered about the attacks, as Galandor had even mentioned..they were random and held no pattern. She didn't expect someone else to come to the same conclusion she had..but this just meant the situation was more dire. "Galandor, do you know which group has attacked you the most here recently?" She called back to him as she walked, her anxiety rising as she waiting for his answer. Bellatrix did not like that these..people, if you could call them that, had no detectable pattern in her kingdom..or her neighbors. There..had to be a reason..or some..some way they were attacking that made sense. It had to. Why would someone attack without purpose? A sigh escaped her lips, as she tried to steer her mind to something happier..something..anything, but nothing came to mind.
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Gabe
The Fluffiest Floof

 

[Cosmo]

"I hope so, Princess," Arkos said and he meant it. He truly hoped she did not falter or stumble here, he hoped her mother would be pleased when she came back with her transformation, but if she did stumble and fall, Arkos would not pick her up. She could no longer be carried, she had to learn to walk on her own otherwise she would be better off stepping aside for someone who could do so.

Movement outside caught his attention and Arkos tilted his head to the side at the birds outside, he wasn't quite sure why they were there. He well aware of someone's love of using the flying rodents as spies, although at their current spot it wouldn't do any good, as he had thought moments ago, the hall was warded against such prying eyes. One could look out from the window, but they could not look in nor would sound carry out, each ward set up by Bellatrix herself... It seemed that he would need to set up constant patrols of crossbowmen to clear their castle of flying rodents, but that was a task for another time.

Arkos moved to stand at the base of the throne, slightly off to the throne's right hand side, his normal position when Lucilla's mother was upon it, he motioned for the doors to be open and for the family to be let in. Arkos did not move towards the princess nor look back at her as the great doors were open to let in the foreign nobles in and he ignored their stares at himself as that was something he was quite used to, he was, after all, a walking corpse.

As they drew near, Arkos held up his hand to motion them to stop, and instead of a servant introducing them, Arkos, himself did, in his ghostly echo of a voice, "You stand before Lucilla Vincetia, Crown Princess of Quanni, Acting Regent and First of Her Name," Arkos waited for them to bow before he continued, "I," he stressed, "am sorry for your loss and thank you for agreeing to come in your time of grief."

Arkos gave them a few moments to collect themselves, admiring the family as his 'eyes' traced their faces, holding their chins high and doing all in their power to ignore their pain as they were trained and schooled to do from birth, and they had his respect for that, if nothing else.

"You have been summoned because we have looked into the death of your daughter, Maria Vinceia, as the passing of a noble visiting our fair land is not something we can ignore or overlook," Arkos explained after the brief silence, "We have discovered the cause of her death, but it is not my place to tell you the details," Arkos half turned to the princess on the throne, "The Princess wishes to tell you more, the cause behind her death and her.. irrational behavior before and why this tragedy occurred."

Arkos stepped back and gave a small bow to Lucilla, motioning her to take over.
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The Fluffiest Floof

 

[Gabe]

Galandor Thurion
Galandor looked at the new ships arriving, the different flags and people pouring out on the already busy port. The leaders were already on land, and were as confused as he was. With an awkward smile, Galandor turned to Bellatrix. "Excuse me, Queen Bellatrix, but first, let's clear out the confusion of it all." Clearing his throat, he managed to get attention to everyone on the port. "Attention everyone! This is really out of customs, but I was never fond of them. Hi! My name is Galandor Thurion, me and my brother Druth are the current leaders of Adaman. Mesalin haven't sent an escort for us, so me and Queen Bellatrix from Quanni decided to go ahead and walk to the meeting place. I'm sorry if I was rude to anyone, since I'm not familiarized by customs of every country. I hope you'll accompany me and Bellatrix there." Druth placed his hand on his face as Galandor shrugged. "Well, that's an easy way of handling this matter, am I right?" Druth chuckled as he nodded. "And I'm sure no one took offense to that." Galandor looked at the crowd and noticed a blonde boy next to a dark haired woman. Thinking back, he remembered that she was Diana, Queen of Prosfaria, and the blonde boy her Le... La... Linklin! Yes, linklin. Galandor was still unsure of what a linklin was, but he decided to ask that later. At first, he just waved at her. He couldn't stop to think that... she was really cute. Shaking those thoughts, he returned to Bellatrix's side. "Where were we? Oh yes." He started walking alongside the lich. "I recall people calling them Behemoths. They were a mix of a Dire Boar and something else, exhaling a black mist that partially clouded their physique. A city south of Dorean called Shinka was attacked last week, and they told me that these monsters tore through the houses, especially aiming for the villagers. More than 30 people died in a single night, before the Adamantite Guard detachment that I issued on the province reached Shinka. They killed one of them, but the others fled. The Guard gave chase, but they disappeared just like they arrived. I asked to see the body, but the Guard told me that he dissolved into ash moments after being killed. I ordered them to gather this ash and study it. I even have one sample of it here." He reached his pocket, grabbing a glass vial with a black powder. "They are studying this... thing at the Academy. I brought it here to see if anyone else had the same experience." Galandor's face turned into a grimace. "To kill indiscriminately and just disappear... What are they after?" He looked at Chouette, then back at Bellatrix. "i'm sure your scout has more info on them. Maybe a different kind of demon, maybe more information on how they appear and disappear?"
August KhalZhavvorsa The Fluffiest Floof
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[August]

Diana Winry Faria​

Diana merely glanced down at the strange girl who had approached her, then glanced over to her linklin who had simply just shrugged in response. Raising an eyebrow just for a few more seconds before dismissing the owl girl. Even if she was telling the truth, they had other things that needed attention. Placing a hand on Minos to guide him away from the owl girl, giving her a mixture of a polite and stern smile,
"Yes, but I dislike this new threat by the double x squared, so unless you have something to share with all of us, I ask that you choose not to be distracting."

Turning her attention away from both her Linklin and the owl girl as she created some distance between them, she tuned into what Galandor had said. Diana's forehead creased with worry lines for a moment as she glanced around as far as her eyes would let her, getting into a thinking position. From here things didn't seem destroyed, and if the escort wasn't here that could mean something happened and so far the most destructive group that doesn't leave too many signs would be the disease spreading one . . . Could they have just landed into an infected zone--

Diana's thoughts were interrupted by Minos nudging her side then pointing at Galandor, "We've been noticed." Following his pointing, she had barely caught Galandor's wave and gave a slight wave in return, a bit taken back by this since she wasn't exactly the most familiar with everyone. Not letting that fluster her in anyway, she urged her linklin forward to edge closer to the group and go along with just going on ahead without the escort. It appeared that Galandor and . . . Supposedly Bellatron were discussing something, most likely about the attacks already, and Diana took close note of this.

Minos Demoore​

The blonde child looking linklin had started to glance around at all these strange rulers. He had heard some comments on them from Diana, but not much since she had barely attended meetings. When the owl girl had approached them, Minos found himself just staring at her with his dull expression. Something about her . . . The linklin's hand went into his pouch, seemingly searching blindly for something yet at the same time he gave off the sense of knowing exactly what he was pulling. Minos had only shrugged when Diana gave him a questioning look, then pulled out a tarot card to flash at the owl girl as soon as his queen looked away.

The Stalker​

Minos then flicked it at her tauntingly, only to pull it back with some invisible force then sliding it back into his deck, giving a sly grin before facing away, reverting to his neutral expression as if nothing had just happened. Letting Diana guide him, he studied the crowd with his eye, wanting to use his ability to get at least something (even if it wasn't much), but Diana had ordered him to wait until she gave him permission. He was able to see Glandor wave at his Master and he couldn't help but stand up just a little straighter knowing they had been noticed by more than the creepy owl girl.

He had a complicated impression of the owl girl. She seemed like she would be creepy, but the way she spoke made him kind of think of a child at play, wanting to show off what they had learned in school today. Not really the most needed side note, but something he kept in mind for any future interactions since she was probably going to stick around with whoever she came with . . . He wasn't sure, since he had been lost in the scenery to even see whose side she came from.

Gabe , KhalZhavvorsa , The Fluffiest Floof
(you're not involved but Cosmo in memory of your character)

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Lucilla Vincetia​

Lucilla sat on the throne, doing her best to look royal. She tried to mimic the way Bellatrix used to sit on her throne, when she granted audiences.

Arkos had however apperantly planned to make it as hard for her to prove herself. He had brought the family, that Lucilla had brought death to. Her smile crumbled lightly, but she managed to keep it up. "Greetings.", Lucilla whispered. "First of, I am terribly sorry for your loss. Death is a harsh truth, that we never want to face, but eventually all have to... Especially the death of those dear to us." She let her words take effect for a little, confident about the way she put it.

Soon, she picked up the word again. "As Arkos mentioned, we have looked into the death of your daughter and found the cause that drove her to the terrible act of suicide. And as much as I don't want to talk about it, just as much does my responsibility need me to." Lucilla breathed in, then heavily out. "The fault for what happened to your daughter is with me." Lucilla sighed and let them realize what she had just said.

Then, she sighed again. "I... I used to sometimes mess with people... I... I can induce very serious fears and paranoia into the mind and I used to abuse it for mindless games. The recent... Event... Has made me realize the irresponsibility of my actions... And even though that is the reason, it is in no way an excuse for what I did to your daughter and family..." Lucilla took another break.
"I cannot and will never be able to make up for what I have done. However, Arkos will, when leading you out, tell you how we at least wish to show that we are sorry." She looked at Arkos, whispering to him, only he could hear. "I have no idea what would be fitting. I will let you decide, but please tell and explain to me later, so I can understand and learn."

Chouette Sova​

Chouette watched the two closely. Diana was giving her the act of a stern ruler, even though the owl could see, she was not as perfectly confident and secure as she showed to be. This situation was somewhat new to her, Chouette knew that. Further, the owl knew, rulers like Galandor, Amakin and Bellatrix would be intimidating to the most fearless human.

Chouette however found interest in the linkling. The way he acted, the way he looked. She couldn't help but smile as he flicked the card at her. The stalker. Chouette wouldn't deny it. The smile of course went unseen, only her eyes visible, glowing under the dark hood. She tilted her head to the side, looking at the linking. She would keep an eye on this one. He wasn't dumb. He was a watcher, a collector, just like her. Chouette felt joy, through the fact she had found somebody somewhat alike. Her eyes followed him, her head lolling over to the other side. Then, the owl girl and her parliament flew up, landing on a tree, drinking her tea and watching the rulers and others.

 

[KhalZhavvorsa]

Bellatrix continued on the path, her mind still searching for a better thought when..Galandor apologized for what he was about to do. Bellatrix was slightly confused, but the moment Galandor started to shout, she could do nothing but try and hide her giggles. This man..he..he was nearly like a grown child, or at least in the way of formalities. The moment he stopped and his brother face-palmed, Bellatrix lost it. She giggled wildly at the man, who had single-handedly broken down the social barriers..and created a much more relaxed feel to the port. The air seemed to calm, or at least to her it did, as the mood was more..light hearted. At least..for the the moment. In a way, Bellatrix envied Galandor's bravery. He simply couldn't give a damn about how much of an idiot he just looked like in front of the world's powers. He even laughed at himself. What kind of man was he? She certainly wished to know more about him and his peculiar ways. Before their meetings were formal and boring, but seeing him in this light..she couldn't help but wonder what he was really like..as a person. "My my Galandor. That was..beautiful~" She teased at him with another small chuckle before shaking her head.

And then came the bad news. As he explained the attacks and the beasts that had come through the portals, the happiness seemed to instantly die down and return to the serious demeanor she once had moments ago. His..descriptions matched her's almost perfectly..except..she still could not figure out why these..cultists were attacking at random. With a sigh, she spoke, "I fear that they have no end goal in mind. Perhaps they only wish to cause chaos within the world?" That seemed probable. Maybe they did only wish to cause chaos and anarchy, but that still did not explain why they attacked one another. "Tell me..have you seen them fight one another as well?" She asked him, hoping she didn't seem crazy. She had only ever watched them battle among one another once..and that was a sight she would never forget. The way they clashed and seemed to go all out..summoning demons unlike anything she had ever seen. Bellatrix knew demons..knew every race..even researched them and made pacts with them..but the ones that came from these portals..they were like anything she had ever seen before. No tome spoke of these monstrosities..and the demons she had summoned and questioned about them knew nothing..or if they did..they seemed reluctant to give away any information they had, even when bribed. "I wish I could tell you I knew what they were..but not even I or Choutte know anything about them. Not even the other demons on the other realms of existence seem to know.." Bellatrix explained, her voice sounding tired, frustrated, and most of all..defeated. She wanted to know what they were..she needed to know. She had to defend her home..her Quanni..her family.
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Gabe

 

[DeathValley105]

Fenrir started to become irritated that the other rulers wouldn't answer him his face hardening he was was about to raise his voice when the scene faded and he was laying sitting in the quarters. Shaking his head he relived that he had been daydreaming as his men were unloading the dock and the other 3 notable figures that came with him were possibly already on the port. Standing up he walked to the corner of the room and hoisted up his large battle axe, fashioning it to his back and then slipping his shield over it. Taking a deep breath he walked to the door and opened it ducking under the doorframe so he wouldn't hit his head before standing to his full height. Looking around he noticed that both warships had been docked and many sailors were either bringing the gifts to the king and queen or talking to the other sailors of the other leaders ships. All of them were a marvel on there own and glistened alongside the sun. Taking a look on the port and surrounding area he saw that many of the leaders were already talking to one another, however he also noticed that there was no escort to bring the leaders to the palace, very unusual. Spying Leon and the others already waiting for him nearby he walked down the gangplank and greeted the other ruler, general, and high wizard of Thalien. "Took you long enough Fenrir." The great lion said folding his arms with a playful expression on his face, chuckling he waved them to walk with him as they wen't to great the other leaders. "I'm sorry Leon, i was day dreaming about how it would be when we started to talk with the other leaders. It didn't go so well in my head than i hope it will be." He said looking into the crowd. Would anyone approach there party or should he seek to talk with them?
((Open to interaction KhalZhavvorsa Gabe The Fluffiest Floof August OrenjiGatsu ))

 

[Cosmo]

Arkos waved them out of the room, their shocked expressions slowly turning to rage as they came to understand just what happened, but the guards stepped forward to forcibly remove them. Dragging them from the throne room, the father now screaming although Arkos could not quite make out what he was screaming as the sound distorted as it went through the halls.

"How much is the life of their daughter worth?" Arkos asked, not looking back at the princess, "What do you think is fair compensation? An adequate means of apology? A cow? Perhaps? A fitting dowry for most commoners, perhaps a handful of silver? A castle? A horse? A nicely worded letter? What is the proper means of apologizing after someone kills their daughter?"​

Arkos turned to stare up at her, his hollow sockets taking in her features, "You will take many lives in the future. Sometimes on purpose, sometimes by mistake. Most of these lives will mean something to someone. So, my princess, how much is her life worth?"
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The Fluffiest Floof

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Lucilla Vincetia​

The princess stared at Arkos. She tried to understand what he was telling her. She tried to grasp what he wanted from her. She heard is words, but their meaning was so far away. Her red, innocent eyes were pure and full of fear and confusion. She was a girl, after all. Not a woman.

Slowly, her mind worked through what the wraith was saying. That there would be more lives she'd take. That she'd even have to do so on purpose. That every time a life ended, somebody was left behind, mourning. Lucilla turned away from Arkos, having stood up. Her head was booming with images of people she killed on accident, with thoughts, with voices of her own that discussed and yelled around. It was too much for her to deal with. Her hands found her head, grasping it tight, she looked like she was about to break down.

Then, suddenly, she turned around. Her head was silent now. She had understood. The innocent Lucilla wasn't able to deal with it. In an attempt, not to go mad, her mind had adapted. The crown princess looked Arkos in the eyes. Fear, doubt, sadness, confusion. All those emotions were gone, the stare of the vampire empty and cold. "I decided.", she simply stated. "If the corpse has already been buried and a funeral was held, we have nothing we can do for the family. They are to be brought back to Ragnavar on our cost. That is it." She walked back to the throne and sat down in it. "You are right Arkos. Lives will be taken and people will be sad. I cannot let that interfere with how I rule, once I become queen. It is so very simple. The worth of a life is determined by the use I can get through it. If there's no use, there's no value." Lucilla waved her hand. "Go tell the people responsible what is to be done with the family. After that, you are dismissed Arkos."

Chouette Sova​

The owl was currently drinking her tea, sipping it every now and then as she looked over the rulers and their behaviour. Owls were sitting here and there, catching the conversations. Chouette herself relaxed. Until she heard the word "owls". The owl girl looked for the source. A kid, sprinting towards her and her family. Esmée Abbink. Chouette knew. Of course she did. 6 years, human. The little thing was a walking ball of innocence, no threat. She probably liked the owls and wanted to play with them and pet them. Chouette chuckled. Cute.

With a move of her hand, a few owls took off, flew towards the kid, gently grasped it and lifted it. They put Esmèe on the same roof top as Chouette and sat down a cup, filled with tea, front to her. Chouette herself poured some sugar in. "Hello, little one.", she said, her yellow eyes visible under the Hood. A completely white owl landed near the child and nudged it gently. "Careful, Wilbur, this is not a mere human, she is a royal. Esmèe Abbink, Moreasland." The owl made a low, respectful noise and did what came close to a bow. "Esmèe, you can touch him. He invites you with all respect. He's very nice, don't worry."

 

[Gabe]

Galandor Thurion

Galandor placed a hand on his chin, but before he managed to let an answer out, Druth interrupted him. "Yes, Queen Bellatrix. Some of the more... faster demons actually were at strife with one another on the plains one day from our capital. There were a sizable amount, approximately 5 to 6 demons, in which seemed like territory control. They behaved like animals, circling each other and rolling on the ground with disregard of battle tactics or even finesse. It was gruesome, but luckily, they killed each other before they could attack our cities. Saved us a lot of sword work." Galandor nodded at Druth. "That's right. The ones we encountered didn't have sapience. I mean, they didn't behave human-like, but rather, like a pack of wolves or other kind of animals. Maybe..." Galandor was los in thought for a second. "Maybe the way they manifest in the world is ruled by the area they enter? My empire is mostly composed of mountains, plains and forests, with little to no touch of magic, save from the habitants and Crystalisks. Maybe that's why we have different accounts of the demons?" Druth nodded along. "That's a possibility. The way they behave must be influenced by the earthen energy of the areas in question." An advisor approached him by his request and he whispered something in his ear. The man instantly took off. "We must have more information. I asked my advisor to fetch two people for me. As I've read, their kingdoms are much different in magic than we are, so we can be sure of the power they wield affect the demons that spawn in their areas.
KhalZhavvorsa

A green robed individual approached cautiously the stern looking ruler. Taking a seasoned and professional voice, he addressed the man. "Excuse me, King Fenrir." The advisor bowed to the man in respect. "I am Lankarr from the Empire of Adaman, and I'd like to send a message from my lord, Emperor Galandor. He asks you to join him and Queen Bellatrix of Adaman in their discussion, hoping that you'll be able to shine some light in their speculations regarding the demon attacks that plague our world. He waits for your presence, right on the street. They're walking towards the fort where the meeting will take place." He bowed once again, leaving for the second ruler that Galandor requested. Lankarr approached Queen Diana, and with the same flourish, repeated the greeting and the request. Galandor was genuinely interested in how the Linklin magic would affect, if at all, but what mattered to him more was the presence of the lady.
DeathValley105 August ​

 

[Cosmo]

Well, it wasn't quite what he meant. There was a line between decisive and tyrant, and it seemed she still hadn't grasped that yet, but it was a step in the right direction. A tyrant was a better ruler then a child, at least a Tyrant understood the value of life and their actions, even if it was only in relation to what they, themselves, lost or gained. He could fix the rest later, although, at this point, Arkos wasn't sure it wasn't ever not going to be one extreme or the other. A happy medium, it seemed, was doubtful. Still, progress was progress, and he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth, he would monitor the princess, see what changes she had taken to heart and what she did with them and should she step out of line again, he would step in once again to alter the course, as was his duty set forth by her mother.

"As you wish," Arkos said, bowing at his waist and spun on his heel, leaving the hall. He would organize the guards and ensure the family was sent packing even if it must be done by force and then arrange the transportation after informing the chosen captain of the issue and compensating them accordingly... And, well, he would arrange for the body to be sent back as well, after it had been cleaned and properly prepared for such a journey, the last thing he wanted to do was send the family a body rotten by weeks of sea travel. He pushed open the large doors to the great hall and left, to accomplish his task.
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The Fluffiest Floof

 

[DeathValley105]

Fenrir would nod and head towards the fort, his companions falling into step behind him, as they travelled up the road they admired the architecture and land while talking about the political troubles and military troubles of Thalien. Upon seeing the pair they would would bow respectively to the other leaders. "Greetings Queen Bellatrix and Emperor Galandor. Your servant told be that you wished my insight on the matter of the demon and cultist groups plaguing our world. Is there anything specific you would wan't to know that either I, King Leon, or The High Wizard can answer for you?" King Fenrir would ask with the two mentioned bowing once again
Gabe KhalZhavvorsa

 

[Clockwork Syringe]

Alexander had found himself in a inn/tavern shortly and had rented a room for the time being. He was going to see if he could hire a carriage/buy a horse, but the horses were not up to standards yet and there were no carriages to rent for now. Alexander could also sprout his dragon wings and fly off except he'd need to find a safe haven in this unforgiving nation once his wings got tired. So he simply was sitting at the bar drinking a pint while lost in thought. Being a half dragon did have its' perks once you unlocked the bloodline; you could drink any normal human under the table.
"Leave me alone, I have no interest in you!" Alexander sat up as he heard a woman's voice causing him to turn around to see her being harassed by a big black demon with folded leathery wings.
"Come on, why are you being so stingy?"
"I said no, you're not really my type anyway."
"I could fix that you know?" Alexander set down his drink and walked over and tapped the demon on the shoulder. "WHAT? Can't you see I'm occupied here?" the demon roared at him
"Occupied with someone who does not wish to be occupied that is. I'd ask you to leave the lady alone." The demon snickered at Alexander's request.
"Yeah? and what's a human like you going to do about it?" He eyed up Alexander and chuckled.
"I'm only going to ask a peabrain like you once more, bug off."
"Thats it! Nobody gets away with insulting me!" The demon grasped his clawed fist and launched it at Alexander's face. As Alexander moved to block it with his own hand, the demon started to laugh; until Alexander's hands and forearms transformed into their dragon counterpart to catch the demon's fist. "What the hell?"
"I'm not a human, just so you know, fully anyway. The demon roared and sent another punch towards Alexander's way as he dodged the attack and sent a punch into the demon's head. The woman also ran from the bar more likely than not getting some help of her own. The demon stumbled as he punched again and landed a hit on Alexander's chest causing an "oomph" to escape.

The two of them continued like this for a while as Alexander started to grab the upper hand as the demon had more bruises than he had. He then sent a punch at the demon targeted under his head; as it sailed home with a satisfying *Thowmp* the demon fell backwards with a *THUD.* Suddenly the door was thrown open and "Stop this at once!" was heard from a group of armed guards followed by the woman from earlier.
"No you dolts! That man is the one who helped me!" She looked for the demon and saw him on the ground. "That one on the ground started the altercation, looks like he lost too."
"Alright then," The head of this group sheathed his sword causing the other to follow suit. "Go grab that sorry mess on the ground and take him to the dungeon." Turning to Alexander, he spoke in a calmer tone, "You there, you're coming too, I have some questions for you." Alexander nodded and held up his pointer finger as if to say "wait a moment." He then went over to the bar and drained the last remaining ale from his pint and put some extra money before saying to the bartender, "sorry about all of this." He then walked over to the guard and the two of them headed to the dungeons as the guard's men began to haul the demon away and into the dungeons as well.
The Fluffiest Floof Cosmo

 

[August]

Diana Winry Faria​

The queen was in the middle of series of possible theories when the green robed man approached her. So she was noted as a ruler, that made her relax a bit. She was worried she wouldn't be able to share her current findings due to the fact she had skipped out on so many meetings in the past, but to be welcomed into the discussion put about a quarter of her nerves at ease.

Glancing down at her linklin, she gave him a sly nudge as she made a hand gesture for him to hand her something,
"My notes Minos."

Minos muttered something under his breath in regards to something else he was watching then turned his attention to his master with a bit of a huff in what appeared to be a sign of annoyance. Reaching behind him, he pulled a small bag he was carrying over to his side where he could reach inside to dig around the contents.
"Show them my scientific sketches too." He told her blankly as he cautiously handed the notebook to her. Diana grabbed the thing then held it close to her chest as she started to pick up her pace,
"I'll think about it." She grimaced silently, wondering if she should order Minos to do something so he wouldn't embarrass her in front of the rulers . . .Then again, that would probably put him in a fussy mood and whatever he could do to embarrass her would be squared to the double if he was fussy.

Catching up to the other rulers, Diana gripped her notebook tightly. The poor thing was testing the limits of its binding, being stuffed full of extra papers, causing some of the notes to pop out a bit at certain ends. It was definitely used, and by the looks of it, the notebook was being used way past it's original worth.

"Salutations, and a thousand doubled to you Galandor, Bellatron and . . . " Diana shucked in some air as she tried to figure out the other ruler's name. The only help she received from her linklin was 'Fenny' and while she doubted it was true that was only thing she had to go off on. "And good ol' Fen." She greeted them, surprisingly sounding pretty composed despite how awkward her greeting was worded. Her snickering Linklin didn't exactly help with making her seem anymore professional, but ignoring that she took a silent deep breath to get over that butchering of names.
"I am grateful that you wish to here my insight on these demonic attacks, but I fear my kingdom has directed our research into less direct attacks on the land. We have not really kept track of the attacks from these new groups or their pattern of attacks, the only information we have gathered at of the group that spreads an unnatural plague." This time, she was more convincing in her role as a Queen and even Minos had started to behave a bit more. "I would be happy to share what theories I have on the nature of the disfigured group and their disease, no information will be hidden. We Farians understand all too well about the devastating effects of a plague . . . We do not wish for any other kingdoms to have to suffer one."

Minos Demoore​

While his queen got lost in her thoughts, her linklin kept his senses ready for anything that may come his way. When serving Diana, he had gotten used to having to be more aware of their surroundings since his master ad the tenancy to get lost in her brainstorming. Since Minos was on guard, he was able to notice in the distance the other royal entourage . . . As well as what appeared to be the king's child get flown off by owls.

The fact he didn't have to ponder too long to connect the owls and the girl from before just showed what kind of character she was.
"Weirdo." He muttered quietly, momentarily distracted by the family's panic over their kidnapped daughter, only to get his attention pulled away by his master demanding his servitude. With a slight huff of annoyance, he reached around to pull out her worn out notebook . . . Then pulled out his own notebook to hold up to Diana once she had grabbed her notebook,
"Show them my scientific drawings too." He tried to demand, but his voice and expression went flat so it was more like a blank statement rather than an order. His master by then had already turned her attention elsewhere, not even grabbing his notebooks. This annoyed him, since he believed his sketches of the creatures were very accurate since he hasn't ever seen one in person . . . And also the fact all of his drawings were tilted off to the left.

Following his master's lead, Minos scanned the area once again to see if anything more happened with the owls and the family but by then they had already went after their 'kidnapped' daughter so he turned his attention back to his master and the rulers. He would find some amusement in with Diana trying to get into 'Queen Mode' despite how much energy was ready to burst with the details of her research over flowing by the squared double.

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[The Fluffiest Floof]

Chouette Sova​

The little princess seemed to enjoy her time. She was having fun with the owls and even told Chouette how she would like to command animals as well. "How about I..." The owl couldn't finish her sentence. The father was... Chouette had no idea, but she did notice Minos starting to stare. But she'd care for the cutie later, now she had to... She wasn't really sure. What did that guy expect of her.

"I don't know what you try to tell me or if that little act is supposed to intimidate me, but you are very disturbing to the tea party we are having up here. Your daughter and me are having fun up here and I'd be grateful if you could be just a LITTLE more quite. THANK YOU!" With that, she turned back to Esmèe. "Excuse that. Your father. You know how he is." Then, she turned towards an owl. "Excalia, could you bring this little letter to Minos over there? Thank you."

The owl flew over to the linkling and held the letter to him. It said "To Minos".

The content was simple.

"Dear Minos
I have noticed that you like to watch as well. A passion we share. Gathering information, just keeping out and having the look over everything.
I found it nice to have met you. Therefore, I invite you to watch the meeting with me. As our both rulers discuss, we will sit a little afar, listen and enjoy. Tea will be served as well as biscuits. I'd love if you could make it.
Sincerely, Chouette, the ever watchful Owl"

 

[KhalZhavvorsa]

Bellatrix sighed deeply at the man's words, her mind seeming to swirl at the thought of the demons have relations to the lands. That would mean that her land..would..she shuttered slightly before she heard another voice behind her. King Fenrir. "Greetings Fenrir." She said, giving him a small wave to acknowledge his presence. Bellatrix wasn't trying to be rude to the fellow ruler, she simply wished to get to the meeting hall already. Talking aloud where anyone could hear..it was..unsettling. Before she could say much else though, another voice was heard from behind her and this one had said her name completely wrong. A sigh of annoyance escaped her lips before she gave a small look back at the girl who approached. Diana. Her kingdom was a strange one, that was for sure..and she had missed every meeting before..so Bellatrix had little respect for her. Bellatrix would turn her eyes forward once more before calling back toward Diana, "Bellatrix. That is how it is pronounced." She said, her voice giving away a slight annoyance to the girl, but nothing else. "We should save the rest of our information for when we are inside. You never know what may be listening." She explained as she lead the group farther into the tropical paradise.

Things felt..worse as they continued. The air felt..off. Mesalin was known world wide for it's hospitality, and yet..there had been no one. The docks were empty, no escorts, nothing. Where was everyone? And why did the atmosphere feel..wrong? Bellatrix swore she could feel another magical presence..but..it was so faint she was sure it was just he paranoia. Perhaps it was. More than ever now, she wished Arkos were here. This was the first voyage she had made without him, the first meeting without him, and the first time he wasn't there to ease her ever wandering mind and paranoia. Mentally she shook herself as her eyes fell on the giant looming hut that was the meeting place. Her eyes looked it over, nothing was wrong..not a damn thing..and yet..she could not shake the gut feeling that something was wrong. "This feels..off.." She muttered to herself before continuing to walk toward the building, her eyes scanning around to check for danger.

Up the wooden stairs Bellatrix went, her eyes locked on the two giant wooden doors. Once she was at the top, she placed a hand on the door, nothing..no presence..she felt..nothing. Pushing open the doors, a smell hit her in the face. It was foul, like a thousand rotting bodies had all been left out in the hot sun. Her face turned up in disgust, and if she were human..she may have vomited at the smell. This was something she had not smelled in a very long time, something that brought forth a faint memory that she would push away until later. Upon further pushing of the door, Bellatrix came face to face with hundreds of dead corpses, many of them where in sleeping bags or under blankets...like they had taken refuge; dropping her parasol, she entered the building. Bellatrix's brows furrowed as she entered in, the smells growing worse and mixing with something else she couldn't quite place. On further inspection of the bodies, she noticed they had some kind of..ooze coming out of them with bubbling blisters, rotten flesh, and they were..green. What happened here? How did they die? She had no idea..but this explained why there was no escorts..and no people to greet them. They had all perished. "This is..very strange..I wonder..what could of caused this.." She wondered aloud as she bent down to examine a small child's corpse.
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The Fluffiest Floof
August
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[DeathValley105]

Fenrir was about to say something regarding about seeing what the hold up was when a small voice piped up and introduced itself as Diana going as far as to mispronounce Bellatrix's name and not even bothering to say his. Immediately he knew that she was the "ruler" who had never came to the other meetings instead sticking to her own kingdom as the other sailed across piss poor weather and sometimes fought the occasional dead pirate or alive pirate crews. "My name is Fenrir, not Fen, not Fel, and not Ferir. Don't mess it up again." Was all he said to the newcomer before following Bellatrix up the road with his own party close behind. As they strode up the path in silence the High Wizard walked up to him and said "A strange presence is near m'lord, none that i have dealt before. It is a powerful one to, whatever it is we should be prepared for. We have enough magical users that could counter it and plenty of us know how to swing a sword if need also." The old man said before walking back, the crunch of his staff on gravel filling the air. The thought was troubling and meant that trouble was nearby, no doubt something big was going to happen very soon, the thought started t cause his skin to harden into a stone. However he quickly reigned in the thought of transforming until battle came.

Upon reaching the manor the first thing he felt was the hot stench of death and decay, something he was sadly used to, behind him King Leon and General Tiagria however used to the smell also couldn't help but cover there noses for a bit. Walking inside he saw what appeared to be a peaceful massacre, hundreds of bodies lay on the floor with some with peaceful expressions on there faces while the majority had looks of anguish and great pain. Some sort of pus came out of the many sores on the bodies and caused to floor to become very sticky and slimy. The most unusual thing however was that the eyes were bloodshot and the skin was green almost as if they had gotten green dye and poured it onto there bodies and letting it rest there until it stained there skin. Turning around to the High Wizard who was busy burning a body with magic and making sure the manor didn't set on flame King Fenrir asked "What is this? Its like nothing i've ever heard or seen before."
"I cannot be certain m'lord but i believe that the rare Green Plague has spread to Mesalin cursing her citizens and becoming a breeding ground for far worse."
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[Gabe]

Galandor Thurion

Galandor chuckled at Diana, the young ruler messing up both Bellatrix's and Fenrir's names in her first introduction. "Well, you didn't mess up my name, so I guess I've got no quarrel." Druth bowed at both rulers, introducing himself as well. "Bellatrix is right, we should exchange information while on the meeting, but some common knowledge can be shared, I suppose." Galandor was pleased with this little conversation. Every time he had to talk to someone, they would talk completely poised, as if they were afraid of what he would do if they would say a wrong word. Being among people of the same status as him made him feel like he was... equals.

The Gaean was curious as to why Prosfaria didn't study any demon attacks, rather, focusing its efforts on the horrible disease that came along with the monsters. He didn't have time to make any questions, his mouth tightening shut when Bellatrix opened the doors to death. He looked around, incredulous, some bodies rotten beyond recognition. His advisor excused himself, his face already weary from the horrible stench. Druth shook his head. "What... what happened here, brother?" The response came after a while, Galandor's face a mix of anger and confusion. "It's a horrible disease. The populace took refuge in here, seeking shelter from what seemed like an outbreak. I never seen anything like this." He turned to Diana, remembering her mentions of her studies. "Is the plague something like this?" He approached one of the blankets, uncovering the man that lied under it. His face was contorted by pain, blisters forming on his neck, limbs broken, probably from intense convulsions. Galandor covered the poor man again, grimacing. "Druth, round up whatever help you can gather. They at least deserve a proper burial." Druth nodded and went off, gathering whoever could help rounding up the bodies. There were probably more inland, which made him double his efforts. Galandor them heard the High Wizard talking about a green plague, and approached Fenrir. "Excuse me, King Fenrir, but did your wizard mention a Green Plague? Do you have any idea of what is this?
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[August]

Minos Demoore​

Minos was quite honestly enjoying himself, watching his queen blunder their names. He offered Fenny, even though he could easily just use his eye to read their names off their aura (often used as a tarot trick that amazed simpletons), and was slightly disappointed she hadn't used that. When the owl had approached him with the letter, he had fallen in step to read the thing.

A message from the Owl Girl? Minos's shoulders sagged slightly as he suddenly felt like he had caught the attention of the sort of character who didn't get discouraged too easily. Shoving the letter into his bag to save as some sort of souvenir, the youthful linklin had also pulled out another custom made card to tuck into the Owl's claws as some sort of message to bring back to the girl.
While doing this, he made sure to frown at the owl since he had a feeling she would be able to get this from the owl as well. Although he had frowned from the displeasure of getting her attention, his eye gave away a hint of amusement from the Owl Girl.

The Card he was sending to her was a custom tarot looking card that actually had a bit of a silly drawing of a dog on a leash. Not one of his best drawings, but he found this doodle amusing and he figured she would be able to understand the simple message from the card . . . If not then maybe he thought too highly of her.

After sending the message, his attention turned to the group that had made some distance from where he was. Minos turned heel and fastened his pace to catch up to Diana, the holder of his leash.​

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Diana Winry Faria​

As Diana followed the group into the literal house of death, in an automatic response to the stench she had reached into her bag and pulled over some sort of mask that covered her nose and mouth. This happened under a matter of seconds, which wasn't exactly a rare talent in Prosfaria. Although this magical tech made from her kingdom was made to filter out toxins in the air, she was still able to get a slight whiff of the smell which caused her tense up a bit.
"The plague is very similar to this and if you value the lives of your men, order them to stay far away from the bodies. If this is the plague's doing, I fear we all have just walked into a contaminated zone in which we must all act with a certain caution, under the assumption we have just been infected . . ." She trailed off as she knelt down by one of the bodies, and set down her bag to pull out some sort of kit. She hadn't noticed the High Wizard burning a body since the smoke was being filtered through her mask, but she did notice once Galandor had started to address the others.

Diana snapped upright and stormed up to the High Wizard, ignoring everyone else as she snapped her fingers at him to get his attention,
"Cease this fire immediately! You can't be seriously setting fire to an unknown substance without considering the dangerous toxins you are now making airborne the smoke generated by this fire. If you had any concern for the lives of yourself or the others around you will put out this fire and not destroy the evidence around us." She spoke in a fast and stern manner making many hand gestures at both the wizard and the body they were burning, but luckily before she could ramble on even more, she could sense her Linklin's presence glowing near.

Immediately she turned from where they had entered and shouted, "Minos halt!"
From outside, not too far from the building, the confused Linklin was forced into a stop that he had no power over. Minos's fist tightened and already the wave of protests being sent via mind started to give Diana a headache.
"Put your mask on and do not enter the building. Calculation of possible infection: 89.5%"

"Minos release." She sighed slightly. Diana didn't usually use her ability to give Minos orders he couldn't refuse, but she couldn't risk him getting infected. She needed him to scan the bodies from a safe distance to save the comprehension of what he saw for future usages. From outside, still keeping a distance the linklin was able to move once again, already pulling on his mask.

Diana lingered on the view of her linklin, looking in one what was deemed to be a safe distance before turning her attention back to the bodies. She needed to collect samples, but she also needed to figure out if they had gotten in range of possible infection and if so how long they would all have before the first few stages kicked in.

For everyone's sake, she hoped they were all wrong about this being the plague caused by the Green Carnival cultists, and that this was just a similar looking plague . . .​

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[Clockwork Syringe]

Alexander was soon escorted down into the dungeon and while the demon that had started the fight was thrown into a cell by the guards, Alexander was escorted by their boss into a room along with the woman who brought it to their attention. The guard gestured to the two of them to sit down before he sat down himself and spoke. "Ok so I just need you two to essentially tell me your sides of this incident, just for record keeping of course. Why don't we start with you miss?"
"Certainly," she began. "I was minding my own business and having a drink at the end of my work day when a demon decides that "I'm his type." Of course, after he rudely continued despite my countless rebuffs, this," She looked at him funny and then continued, "man, stepped in asking him to back off. The demon does not stand down and instead decides to let his ego run wild and challenges this man to a fight. The demon throws the first punch and this man catches the demon's fist." Alexander was suddenly struck by a chill as the guard's eyebrows raised slightly and thought,
~Oh no, that's not going to go away now is it?~
"At that point I ran off to find you because I didn't think that he could hold his own and the bar would be damaged; no offense but you don't look particularly strong for a human." The guard finished writing down the woman's side of the story and then turned to Alexander,
"First of all what Is your name?"
"Alexander"
"Why are you in Dernavir?"
"I was giving a lecture at the mage's college in Rahishimar and I came here to procure transport back to Ragnavar."
"Is Ragnavar your birthplace?"
"Yes it is."
"Finally, tell me your side of the story."
"Ok, so I am sitting at the bar and I was having a pint when the demon began to rudely pester this woman so I decided to step in and tell him to back off. He didn't like that so he tries to fight me and like this woman says, I caught the demon's punch. I then fought and beat him as you arrived." The guard finished writing down Alexander's testimony and then turned to him and looked him dead in the eye.
"You're not telling me something and I don't like it. You do realize that lying to an official of the law only hurts your chances. For all I now you're a mage who uses Eldritch magic to strengthen himself and that is punishable by crucifixion or death. I am going to give you one more chance here Alexander, what are you not telling me?" Alexander sighed,
"Do I really have to tell you?" The guard nodded and Alexander sighed again before pulling up his sleeves causing the guard to cautiously reach for the sword at his hip. Alexander's arms and hands then transformed into their draconic counterparts causing both the guard and the woman to fall backwards in their chairs in complete shock. "I'm half dragon, that's why I was able to hold my own and beat the demon soundly." Both the guard and the woman got up and fixed their chairs. However, as the guard sat down in his chair, the woman ran to the door.
"Miss, you are free to go, just don't speak about this to anyone." She hurriedly nodded and ran out the door, she probably thought that Alexander would try and do the same thing to her that the demon did; how far from the truth that was. "So Alexander, your case does not look good here. You were not born in Quanni, You fought with a citizen of Quanni, You are an extremely rare occurrence, and for all I know you could be a spy for Ragnavar." Alexander's face turned into one of shock, "However, I'm not going to lock you up completely as I believe you were looking out for that woman's safety. However, leave this building without authorization and you will only compound suspicion. The guard got up and held open the door for Alexander before exiting the room himself, "normally, potential spies are a matter dealt with by the queen, but she's not available at the moment, so we need to find the next best alternative. The guard exited the dungeons and ran to find Arkos and inform him of the situation.
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[DeathValley105]

The High Wizard would turn to the approaching Galandor "It is but rumors that my fellow wizards and other beings of high magical awareness from other lands, but there is a rumor that a very deadly plague has been spreading from the Green Cult Cultists. The Green Plague is what we call it, a ritual in where they sacrifice humans or other beings for there dark gods or increase there ranks. The symptoms that we have concluded are just like the ones that these bodies are affected by. Large sores and pus, green skin, large spans of spa-" He would then be interrupted by the new ruler Diana snapping her fingers in his face and ordering him to put out the fire and without missing a beat telling her friend to stay outside. The only sound besides the buzzing of flies was the sound of several weapons being pulled from there scabbards and a voice hidden with an up-coming growl saying "Step away from the High Wizard Bitch." If Diana would turn around she would see the Tiger Humanoid General Tiagria with his axe in hand ready to strike if necessary "If you had come to any of the other meetings or actually decided to worry about stuff other than this possible disease you would learn to know our customs and policies. No one gets near the High Wizard without permission under penalty of death, with that being said i will give you ten seconds before i have to remove your head from your shoulders for threatening a sacred person of Thalien." The Tiger would say his large incisors and teeth showing with is axe shining from the sun coming through the window. A sharp cough would escape from the High Wizard before motioning to the still burning corpse. "As Tiagria was saying if you knew more about our nations you would know that the citizens here cannot be harmed by magical damage, with that said if you knew anything from Thalien you would know that I have learned that by setting a alive being on fire i can send the smoke into the bodies several bodily systems and search for wounds or illness, currently i have looking for a source of death and the center of the disease so i can go into a magical trance and combat the core." He would say annoyance in his voice.
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[KhalZhavvorsa]

Bellatrix sighed heavily as she examined the body. The poor thing was..tarnished. He was..so skinny and his eyes were swollen shut, oozing the same liquid as the rest of the lacerations on his body. Unlike most dead bodies, these ones did not bloat but instead they were..so skinny. Their white bones were visible under the green hues, their veins a dark black color..but yet..they were bleeding green. Very..odd. Bellatrix reached out and ran a long slender finger along the boy's cheek; he was cold like the touch of death had graced him..but his skin felt..reptile like. It looked smooth, but was far from it..like the small hairs that ran along his body had become small scales. This was very peculiar indeed.

As if reading her thoughts, Galandor pipped up and said something about giving them a proper burial. Yes. They deserved that, and in the Mesalin tradition. "I agree. A funeral for them held in this nation's tradition will be a fitting departure." She spoke, her words strong but Bellatrix felt shaken. This whole time she felt something was off..and this was it. A peaceful nation ruined by a disease that had no known cure. They had made it too late. What would of happened if they had made it any sooner? Bellatrix hoped that they could of saved them..protected them from this..tragedy. Her heart ached for them as though they were her own people. If only..they had come sooner.

Her thoughts were pulled away to the commotion happening behind her. She didn't need to see it to know exactly what happened. Diana was all up the in poor wizard's face, threatening him as his entourage raised their weapons against her and he made a passive aggressive challenge toward her. The living were so easy to read. With her frustration growing, Bellatrix stood from where she was crouching next to the deceased child, rising to her full height of nearly six feet tall, with the added few inches of the heels on her side, as her ice cold gaze swept over the two rulers. They were bickering like children who had gotten their favorite toy taken away from them. Disgusting for rulers to do..especially at a time like this. You were meant to be strong, reserved, and most importantly..respectful. Neither of them were. But what could she expect from a snooty wizard and lazy queen. Revolting. Her eyes narrowed at the two of them, her lips pursing as her hands were clutched at her sides, black smoke seeming to slither out from between the creases in her hands. Enough was damn well enough. "Children. Both of you. Leave this place until you both have enough decency to honor the dead the proper way." Her voice was stern and cool like the arctic. There would be no counterarguments with her. They would leave..or she would force them to. Simple. As. That. "As both of you should very well know, you do NOT.." Her voice rose as her conviction to her words grew stronger, "Turn the dead of another nation into your research dummies, OR burn them away! You honor them according to their traditions. You weep for them as thought they were your own!" The smoke within her hands seemed to ignite into a deep black flame that threatened to escape her grasp as lash out at Bellatrix's targets. "I, as much as the next person, would love to do nothing more than reanimate one of the poor corpses and demand information from them, but as customs state, I cannot. Therefore you two must acknowledge these customs as well or begone from this land of peace!" She raged, her voice wavering with anger, but she refused to let it consume her.

Giving the two of them a long look, she would turn to Galador and give him a tight smile. "Now, shall we give them the best farewell?" She asked him, her tone normal once more, but here eye were alight with rage and the black flames had not ceased.
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Gabe
August
DeathValley105

 

[Gabe]

Galandor Thurion

Galandor was about to make his thoughts known, but Diana was faster. Claiming the bodies of the fallen for her research, while Fenrir’s High Wizard burned the bodies like monsters. He watched the exchange incredulous, when Bellatrix stepped in. Galandor seemed that it would be best to step back and let the lich queen talk. He felt a little uncomfortable when she displayed her dark magic; his Core rejected the profane energy that the queen was unleashing. He was sure that the antithesis nature of his core would also resonate with Bellatrix, but he made an enormous effort to not display it. Something more pressing than this was at hand.

When Bellatrix finished and smiled at Galandor, she did not see a smile back. The Gaean sighed, disappointment clearly shown on his face. “You have got to be kidding me.” He raised his voice, loud for anyone in the place to hear. “As long as I remember, this place is still a neutral ground. As long as we are within these walls, we follow this one rule. But noooo…” Galandor scoffed. “At the first opportunity, you turn against each other, following your own interests, disregarding the ones around you or even better, THE FUTURE OF YOUR OWN KINGDOMS!” The earth rumbled as Galandor spoke as if Ioria was speaking through the Gaean. He took a deep breath, then, without turning, addressed his advisor. “Lankarr, what's the purpose of this gathering?” The young man stuttered. “T-to address the demon attacks that started roughly 6 months ago, my lord.” Galandor nodded. “Thank you Lankarr. You see, this is a simple subject. This does NOT involve research of a disease that was already tied to an organization, say, the Green whatever cultists,” he turned to Diana, “OR, the complete and utter disregard for neutral grounds, customs and threat to the ruler of another country.” He looked at Fenrir and his entourage. He exhaled sharply, murmuring a “I really hate this…” before continuing. “Queen Diana, I believe customs require a proper burial. As much as I'd like to know more about this, the laws of the land forbid me, and by extension forbid you as well.” He turned to Fenrir. “The same goes to you, High Wizard. The burning of these bodies are clearly against said rites. And, if you would allow my council, King Fenrir, directly threatening a queen are grounds for a declaration of war, and I don't believe that many nations would rally to your side. In fact, most rulers would defer to the attacked, since you incited aggression on neutral grounds. Particularly, I'd like to stay out of any more wars. I hope you share my feelings.” He finally turned to Bellatrix. “As much as your intentions were good, the delivery was rather… Unnerving. Because of that, I'd like to request that the rites are to be made by me. I don't have any quarrel with you, mind you, but I believe that the other rulers might find it better for a neutral party, one that wasn't involved in this issue, to solve this matter.” His core glowed softly through his clothes. He was ready to stop any fights that would break out, but he rather solve it peacefully.
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[DeathValley105]

The High Wizard would turn to each ruler, if he was surprised or shocked at the power they showed he didn't show it, instead he looked to Fenrir and cocked his head as if waiting for approval to do something or to know the answer to a question. His response was a small nod from Fenrir and the king standing to his full height of nearly 7 ft tall. "My lords it would appear that tensions are getting the better of us when we have come here on neutral ground, however it would appear to me that it is slowly becoming the beginning of a declaration of war. To address this issue I would like to point out that not once have anyone from my party have said that we have tried or were trying to use the bodies for our benefit or research." He says sharply glaring at both Bellatrix and Galandor with gold and grey eyes of stone and fire before clearing his throat and continuing. "Instead The High Wizard is trying to find the source of the plague in that particular body by using the smoke of the fire to find the "core" as he said, if found then he would be able to possibly go into a magical trance where he would be able to combat the core and try to figure out the source to the plague or rid the body of disease, even if the person is dead. Think us barbaric I do not care, fighting has been apart of Thalien from the dawn of time and the use of funerals were mostly used for nobles or if it was a small battle. Most bodies were burned with there banner or a significant item from there uniform or bag was sent home along with a few pouches of gold and our deepest regards. However it would appear that if we leave this manor we can possibly spread the disease if we truly are infected. For this I am sorry." He would say before a tendril of thick white smoke hit both Bellatrix and Galandor from where the High Wizard stood. The last thing the two rulers heard was "Bring them outside and let them rest on the wall, don't try to stop us. No doubt said to Diana."

Upon opening there eyes the two rulers would look around the room and see it as if it was covered in a thin layer of mist and fog. They could see there bodies and noticed a black aura that sensed of death around Bellatrix's body and a green and brown aura around Galandor's. The other leaders if skilled in magic had there own auras surrounding them or had a glowing spot where there power resided. "Truly remarkable isn't it?" A voice would say behind them would say, turning around they would see The High Wizard leaning on his staff transparent as if he was a ghost but also solid as if he had a real body. "Welcome to the magic world my lord and lady, I'm sorry about not warning you about the spell I was going to use but I wanted to ensure that no struggle would come when needed. In this pane of existence we are similar to a form of ghost where we can interact with this world but not the world we know, our old bodies are now similar to just a husk of organs, skin, and bone incapable of anything up until the spell has ended." He would say before a green spray started to come off of the bodies that lay off the floor. Moving over to one he would walk right through it as if to prove his point before walking to the corpse where he had set on fire, that corpse had strands of smoke twirling around the body while green lighting pulsed in return. "In this pane of existence we are able to find the source of a magic set problem or power and choose to either learn more about it or combat the core to find the source and rid the person of the power. If alive this would bring great pain and a feeling of emptiness but because he is dead he allows us to find where the plague is coming from and stop it from spreading, not whatever research you were talking about." The High Wizard would say before the scenery changed and they were now in a cave with the mist and fog much more thick and now colored a slight green, from the darkness the High Wizard would call out "we are currently in the magical soul of the body, a sort of magical property organ that attaches itself to the heart, brain, lungs, and throat and acts as a host while the power or in this case disease grows and expands. If you truly want to help then look around and try to find either a large swirling ball of green magic or a large solid clump of green magic. If you want to go back to the regular world and not be able to find how this happened, the affects, cause, and who did it then say the world and you two, King Fenrir, and the others can discuss the attacks within our nations." He would say before walking away into the darkness again.
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