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    Prologue: Kenrojima and the Kraken

    Johann
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    Post by Johann on 28th October 2019, 11:33 am


    The Ambassador took slow, drawn-out breaths, silent, anticipating, intently listening for any and all signs of activity around them now that he had been alerted, although a voice broke through the momentary silence, his head turning slightly, gaze lifted and moved to the side. Markus offered his assistance to him. A small grin would lift up one of the corners of the Ambassador's mouth, Johann giving the man a nod. "Always". Out of all the people to fight at his side, Markus was perhaps the most advantageous to have joined him, considering the man was not only a vessel for Mars' sister but from what Johann had seen previously, also immensely skilled in direct combat. The two had, of course, fought alongside each other before on more than one occasion, although that had been long before Dies Irae had even been conceptualized. The fact that somehow, Markus Eldridge and Johann von Weiss would stand side by side as members of the same guild today was a testament to the strange twists fate would occasionally take. In any case, though, it was not an unwelcome one, naturally.

    "You sense them, too?". It was the expression of a fact that the Ambassador already expected would be true more than a question. Whether it was through sight, scent, magic sensory, it wasn't difficult to pinpoint the various contacts in the burned-out ruins everywhere, behind trees, around the corners of stone walls. They were lying in wait all around them, ready to move onto the two men at any point. It seemed like the Ambassador had led them straight to this site. Were they originally the targets of this trap? Or was it someone else entirely? What was the purpose? Questions that would, for the moment, remain without answers. Well, it wasn't like they could do anything to either of the two men, anyway, although Mars stirred with excitement, knowing that conflict and bloodshed were imminent. The notion alone that these insects believed themselves capable of contending with his own might was laughable, so laughable, in fact, that in a bizarre display of humor, the Second Seal remained in a state of excessive amusement, periodic cackles echoing through the back of Johann's skull. He shot a few passing looks around, although a voice was sure to take his attention back to the road before them. Seemed like they had finally made their move.

    "Well, well, well, wha' do we have 'ere. Los' travelers?". Johann turned his head stoically, unimpressed eyes falling on a mountain of a man with dirty blonde hair and beard of considerable stature, the features of a brute, his legs, arms, and torso clad in heavy metallic plates. Both hands were grasping oversized weapons, things that resembled raw hunks of metal more than the actual axes they were supposed to be. He was flanked by at least a dozen others on both sides respectively, men and women with a wild mixture of outfits, looks, and equipment, some clearly mages, others most clearly bandits, raiders, outcasts. "Doesn' really ma'er anyway, eh lads? Walked righ' into our ambush, so i's too late to jus' walk away, y'know". Johann took a deep breath, shouldering the scythe. Like vermin, the others would begin to emerge from their hidey-holes one after the other, countless pairs of eyes hungry for savagery and evil scanning the two men from every angle, omnidirectional echoing cackles and sinister laughter ringing out. Johann took a deep, but steady breath. "I assume you are part of those who plague this island? Why are you here? Why are you targeting them? Targeting us?". The man chuckled at first, before, for just a couple of second, erupting into billowing laughter which went almost as fast as it had come in what Johann interpreted to be an overly theatrical fashion. "An awful lo'a questions for a dead man". His amusement seemed to shrink exponentially, the man's head turning towards his comrades that surrounded the guild mages, his deep, booming voice bursting into a shout, his tone now more agitated than anything. "The fuck are you wai'ing for, you worthless sacks of shit. Kill 'em already!".

    Of course, the large group all around wouldn't need to be told twice. Slowly, dozens and dozens of fighters drew their weapons, readied spells, drawing closer and closer with each passing second. "Markus", the Ambassador loudly addressed his own comrade, biting into the thumb of his right hand, a small trickle of blood beginning to drip from the puncture wound and cover the finger in a crimson hue before shortly after, the open wound instantly closed back up, "You remember my earliest directive after we've set foot on this island?". Once again, this wasn't really a question. Not much time had passed since Johann had instructed the members of the guild to set aside their feelings of mercy and he was certain Markus would recall with perfect clarity the intent of his statement, the God of Ishgar touching both sides of his temple, one after the other, with the bloodied thumb, leaving behind two fingerprints of his own blood on both sides of his face. "I want to ask our large friend over here some questions. The rest of them, well ...".

    Once again, the man took in a deep breath, closing his eyes for a passing moment. This day, this island would be the perfect opportunity to test out the magic, spells, and abilities he had developed alongside the Second Seal and with its direct assistance, drawing strength from the unshackled Nephilim within his own body. Two glowing runes appeared where he had left the fingerprints, one jagged, glowing in a deeply carmine red, the other soft and almost caligraphic, radiating with cyan energy. A pulse of energy surged through the vessel, Johann opening his eyes to reveal that both oculars had changed. The sclera of his right eye was steeped in intense, ink-black darkness, a glowing, dark red pupil suspended in its midst. His left eye, however, had changed more drastically, the sclera entirely comprised of a bloodred, magical glow, a dark, demonic slit replacing the pupil that had once rested within. In this instance, a wide, toothy grin would spread across the Ambassador's face, uncharacteristic for the man, yet familiar to those who knew him. His voice, after the short pause, would be heard clearly once again, although this time appearing as two voices that spoke in unison, Johann's overlayed over the other, the second one, though, appearing much darker, deep in an almost distorting fashion, a feral growl more than a voice.

    "... Leave none alive".

    In what was less than a second, even the fraction of a second, Johann had moved, in a fashion much faster than any of these enemies were able to even follow. The Ambassador spun the scythe, dragging the blade of the weapon across the ground in an insane burst of acceleration and sheer speed. Within an instant, the antimatter the scythe was comprised of had generated a large trail of sparks in a line behind the God of Ishgar as matter was annihilated upon contact before the weapon sunk into a Bandit's chest, Johann, with blindingly fast movements, lifting up the man that had stood right next to the leader of the group several meters into the air before the same could even react, slamming the body into the ground the following moment. An explosion of dirt and dust was thrown up from the force of the impact, lingering for a few moments before it began dispersing, leaving behind perplexed assailants as well as the Ambassador of the guild that sought to rid this island of their presence, two piercing eyes peering from the cloud as he stepped out, the layered voice echoing through the air again.

    "So, let's have a little bit of fun together, shall we?".




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    Amalie
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    Post by Amalie on 4th November 2019, 12:21 pm


    It would appear that Amalie and Isaak would be joined by one other member of the guild as they made their way into the city, a woman that the commander recognized. Kessicia, one of the first few to join the guild when it initially opened under the order of the Magic Council. However since that time, the women hadn't really crossed paths but that didn't mean Amalie wasn't curious to see what she was capable of. Especially after catching a glimpse of the magic she had cast earlier in the form of some type of prayer. Amalie had wondered if somehow their  magic overlapped in some way, the woman and Anima rather than Amalie. After all, that part of Amalie's magic wasn't really hers. It seemed she would get her chance to observe the woman during the mission at least, granted that she was not too distracted.

    As Amalie heard her message in her mind, she found herself even more intrigued albeit slightly concerned. I thought you guarded me against such things Anima, She would ask, speaking directly to the Nephilim. From what he had explained to her, his bindings on her emotions meant he would also ward her mind, thus preventing anything from getting in, and seeing what lurked there. A comforting aspect, because by no means did she want anyone roaming around in her head, reading her secrets. Anima chuckled, I allowed it to pass, It is only a message Amalie, not a malevolent invasion, worry not. No one is going to roaming the depths of your mind, not whilst I'm here. She relaxed slightly, eased by his reassurance. Amalie looked at the woman and offered her a nod to acknowledge her accompaniment.

    After arriving at the house, Amalie gave out her orders to the pair, both of which seemed adequately ready to oblige, glancing down briefly at the whip the dark-skinned woman manifested. Following which she would begin her countdown, as she reached one, she spun around the corner of the doorway. As the group rushed in, the room would fall into a wild commotion, both her accomplices not wasting a single second in taking down their targets. Amalie strode forward confidently barking her next magical command; "Shards." Instantly, shards of broken glass would appear around her, hovering in the air like bees. With a flick of her wrist, the glass shot forward towards two of the mages, a man and a woman. As the woman raised a gun to point at Amalie, some of the glass would gather around her hand like a swarm, slicing away at her fingers and causing her to drop the weapon. More shards would fly into their legs, causing them both to buckle the ground with agonized cries as the glass buried deep into their flesh. The magic would crawl up her throat once more as she cast her next spell.  "Frost." the temperature in the room suddenly dropped, the floors suddenly coating in ice and frost, snow began to billow around the room. Whilst this cold would leave Amalie and her fellow Dies Irae members unaffected, each of the dark mages that had been caught would become completely immobilized by the ice magic, unable to move. Amalie stepped over to her two captives, reaching down, she took their weapons, throwing them across the room and out of their reach. She straightened up once more, looking over to review Kessicia's and Isaak's work. Kessicia had pinned one man down with excellent skill and efficiently, whilst Isaak had used his might to knock the other two men out completely. Amalie wasn't exactly one for complements, Commander or not, but it seemed appropriate to offer some kind of statement of approval.  "Good."

    She looked back at the man and woman beneath her, eyeing them with a cold gaze. These were the people that did this to the island, to its people. There was a flicker of rage behind her eyes before it simmered away. She had to stay calm, keep her control. Shards began to appear above the dark mages, hovering over them almost playfully. Threatening to rain down on them, she knew she didn't have to tell the mages what they would do if they tried to fight back, the sharp edges of the glass did that for her. "Now then," She began, kneeling down next to the man she had incapacitated. She took a moment to consider her options, trying to figure out the best way to make them talk. The best and only way she could think of was fear and violence. Granted this wasn't a guess for her, nor was it her first time taking part in interrogation, she had seen many during her time at The Company.  Wyatt and Charle's had questioned so many people, they liked information and no matter what they always got it. Especially Charles, he had a knack for getting people to talk, him and his sadistic nature could break anyone. She reached into her belt, grabbing the hilt of her gun. She unsheathed her Goldbrand, bringing it up the man's face. She pushed the end of the weapon into his forehead, "We have a few questions that you're kindly going to answer for us. You see, we know what you've done to Kenrojima. The way you decided to claim it for your own, and the way you desecrated it with your filthy agendas. Something we have come to undo." She pushed the gun further into the flesh of his forehead.  

    "Oh yeah, and who the fuck are you guys? Rune Knights? What you gonna do arrest us? Yeah right, we've dealt with your kind before, you won't leave this island alive." Amalie cocked her head, a smirk befalling her lips. "Oh no, we're not knights, and we're not here to arrest you. By the time the day is done, you'll wish the Rune Knights were here to arrest you. Rather, we  are Dies Irae, and we have come to purge your foul existence from this world... but first," Her tone which had been laced with venom would change, suddenly airy and playful, "Where are you keeping the civilians?" Their intel told them there were several pockets of the island where the civilians were being stored, enslaved under the dark mages, kept alive to fulfill any wishes they had. What they needed to know were the exact locations, they hadn't been able to learn that at this point. The dark mage laughed, "And why would we tell you, soon enough our companions will find you, and then you'll all be done. Not before some punishment though, I wouldn't mind taking a go at you bitch, and your tanned little friend there too. Make you beg for mercy, you'll all suffer for this. Even the boy, he's got a pretty face, and we've certainly got a few sodomites that wouldn't mind taking a go-"

    BOOM!

    The man roared in agony, the barrel of the gun no longer pressed into his forehead before hovering over his crotch, smoke rising from the edges the barrel. It had only been a stun shot, but the force of the bullet would have still been excruciatingly painful, like being hit between his legs at full force with a sledgehammer. Amalie sighed, straightening up, "Does anyone else fancy a broken cock?" She asked casually, before moving over to Kessicia's captive who looked especially unnerved by the ordeal, "Or is someone ready to talk?" Reaching down, she ran the barrel over the man's cheek teasingly, "These thorns look terribly painful, you know I wonder, how tight these binds would have to be, to tear off a limb completely. Shall we see?" She purred, glancing up at Kessicia to meet her gaze for a moment as though about to order her to do so. "The Churches!" The man yelped, Amalie grinned at the other woman, before glancing down. The girl who Amalie had trapped piped up, "Shut up Darren!" Despite her yell, he would continue.

    "Churches...schools...communal building, anywhere we can shut in a lot of people without needing too many of our people looking over them. Please, please let me go, I don't want to die." He whimpering, sniveling as Amalie ran her gun over his face once more. She stood up, this was good, they had got what they wanted, however, they would still need to confirm the information was true. She looked down at her gun, wondering what to do next. She knew it was their purpose to kill the dark mages, they were sinners. But like this, it still carried an element of cruelty to it, killing them in cold blood. "Isaak, go fetch some more of our men, bring them here. They can ...handle  these mages, whilst we search for the Civilians." She ordered, looking up at him with a stoic gaze. They had to die, she knew that, but even so, her heart was fully prepared to be the one to do it. Not now at least.





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    Masha
    Masha

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    Post by Masha on 13th November 2019, 5:07 pm

    Masha didn't know how long she laid upon the ground. The potential revelation about her past had broken her. Despite her fears, while searching, she had had hope about a peachy past. One filled with hope and glitter. Now it seemed that her past was full of broken people and blood. Worse, she had reveled in such things. That she had enjoyed hurting others. Skeletons filled the closet of her past. The door she'd cracked open couldn't be shut now. Masha had peeked at the horrors within. That was enough. The redhead decided to leave her past behind her lest more terrible things came to light.

    "Soldier!" A hand grabbed Masha's arm. A pulse of magic went through her body. Masha shivered, shrinking away from the feeling. "Are you injured, soldier?" Whoever was asking the questions didn't wait for an answer. Masha was yanked upwards. "Come on, girl, on your feet. It's not over yet. Lying here will only get you killed." Her head lolled on her neck. Her eyes were out of focus. The toll of this discovery had been great. When she could finally see straight. Masha beheld a striking man. He wasn't large, barely taller than she was. Black hair covered his scalp. A scar ran from his forehead down to his jaw, barely missing his eye. Those were a striking blue color. His uniform was crisp. Captain's stars adorned the neck.

    The Captain smiled gently. "First time in a battle?" Masha decided nodding was the best solution. She didn't want to reveal her issues to a stranger. The man chuckled softly. "The first one is always the hardest. It will get easier with time. Come with me. My squad was scouting the area before rendezvousing with Ambassador Seven. Perhaps she has an easier job for you rather than fighting. Where is the rest of your squad?" Masha's blushing cheeks made her story clear. The Captain laughed heartily. Slipping an arm underneath the redhead's, he supported her weight. "You were one of the shotgun starters, huh? Eager to get at the darkies? There will be more for you to hunt down, don't you worry. Until then, we'll take you to Ambassador Seven."

    The entire time the Captain was talking, he moved Masha toward something. With the wrap up of his talk, a group of soldiers came into view. They were five in all. Two men, three women. Four of them held swords while one of the women held a staff nearly as tall as she was. This must be the Captain's scouting squad. "Everything all set, Captain Moors?" The woman with the staff called out. Moors called back. "Right as rain! Just found a fellow soldier cowering behind that building. We'll wrap up our scouting and deliver her to Ambassador Seven." The group snapped a salute. Moors slipped out from under Masha. Another soldier moved to support her. The redhead held out a hand. She was a soldier too. While on this battlefield, she'd put her emotional trauma to the side. Otherwise, the other soldiers would be burdened by her weakness.

    The group made good time over the desolate wasteland. Every so often a pulse would be emitted from the staff. Masha assumed that was how they were checking the surrounding area. The soldiers kept quiet. Their heads were on swivels. Every so often, Moors checked over his shoulder at Masha. The third or fourth time she caught him, the man winked at her. The redhead was forced to stifle a giggle. The other soldiers showed their support in small ways. The touch of a hand, a murmured platitude, pressing a water canteen into her hand. Masha couldn't express how much she appreciated the support. Since she'd first woken on the street with no memory, the redhead felt like she belonged.

    Moors was checking on Masha once again when the staff blinked red. "En-" The captain's call was cut off as his head disappeared. Masha watched in horror as his body toppled over. The other soldiers sprang into action. Magic gathered in the air around their hands and feet. They formed around the redhead, looking for the enemy. The one with the staff turned to Masha. "Stay behind us." Magic flashed past them. Dark cloaked figures were popping up all around them. It appeared as if they had been hiding just below the ash blanketing the area. An ambush. Eerie laughter filled the air. The soldiers spasmed, struggling to hold onto their weapons. The redhead was frozen. She struggled to prepare herself to wrap her mind around the situation. This was war. She had to accept that and move. Otherwise, the others were done for.

    A tall horned individual pushed his way to the front. He spread long crooked arms outward. Pure sound blasted from his palms. One of the male's heads exploded, spraying gore everywhere. "Tetsu!" One of the soldiers cried out. The demonic being laughed cruelly. He strode toward the squad. His gait was cocky. This creature thought it had already won. "I thought Dies Irae would be a challenge at least. This is pathetic." Another soldier died. Masha swallowed hard. This creature was paralyzing them than picking them off one by one. He was probably the only real threat. The other dark mages were just for show. "The reputation of your guild, small as it is, was fearsome. I thought 'These are legals that can provide me a challenge." The creature was close enough to touch them. Its hands settled on the shoulders of a soldier. The devil smiled at Masha. She shook her head, looking horrified. "I find your lack of strength, disturbing." The creature popped the soldier's head off.

    Masha screamed. Magic gathered before her mouth. As her scream continued, a vertical column of pink energy fired forth. The magic blasted into the demon. "WHAT!?" The only remaining soldier looked at Masha in awe. As Masha's mouth slowly closed, the magic was cut off. "Don't think. Run!" The redhead said. Pink energy gathered in her hand. It formed into a lance. Interesting. This was all instinct. Something to be explored later. Masha focused her attention on the demon. Despite taking the full magic blast, it was getting back to its feet.

    The soldier was nowhere to be seen. A glance behind revealed her fate. The other dark mages attacked while Masha was distracted. Magic had perforated the woman. The redhead blinked the tears out of her eyes. They'd all died because of her. "A demon slayer... No one told me there was a demon slayer in Dies Irae." The creature's eyes glowed with passion. It swept a hand out toward the other dark mages. "I'm getting excited. None of the rest of you interfere!" Masha hoisted her lance. She would avenge her comrades and report to Ambassador Seven... whoever that was. Probably one of the people that had been talking in the beginning of this mission. Not important. The demon was coming.

    The creature was basically slathering at the mouth. It walked forward, fire gathering in its fist. Masha rushed forward. She had to strike before it did. The demon proved to be faster. The fireball streaked for Masha's head. A dodge only took her halfway out of the way. The fireball grazed her shoulder. The fabric of her uniform smoldered, burning her flesh. The redhead grit her teeth against the pain. Mistress! Let me aid you! Caius called out. His voice was full of pain. She shook her head. She couldn't allow her friends to take the hits for her. This time she was going to fight back.

    A high pitched noise burst from Masha's lips. The demon froze in place. The DI soldier was infused with speed, rushing forward. Her lance pierced the demon's chest. It screamed as she twisted it, ripping the creation free. The demon stumbled, falling to its knees. This battle was over. "Begone, monster." She sneered. Her hand glowed with power. "Wait... have mercy... pl- AHHHHH" Masha pressed her hand against the creature's face. It was held there until the demon was nothing but ash. A cold expression came over Masha's face as she looked at the other darkies. "Shall we end this?"

    It didn't take her long to kill them all. They were weaklings that had gathered around the demon. Those that did give her a challenge, didn't take long to cut down. It was as if her body was moving on its own. Old moves she could no longer remember were executed smoothly. One opponent had been beaten purely with strength. It was amazing and horrifying to see the skills she might once have had. Masha only wished she knew what those skills had been used for. The redhead looked over the bodies of her companions. She couldn't carry them. It would hinder her and make her a target. Instead, this place was affixed into her memory. "I'll be back for you." She promised before heading out.

    The redhead reached her destination. A pink-haired woman stood in front of a metal building. That was the one giving a speech earlier. This must be Ambassador Seven. Villagers were filtering into the building giving the Ambassador a large berth. Masha's brow furrowed. Had the Ambassador done something to scare them? It was highly doubtful. Perhaps there was another reason for their discomfort. Lightning flashed out of nowhere. Seven seemed to barely dodge it. Masha moved, using her magic to fly through the air. Seven yelled for someone called 'Nathaniel' before attacking the dark mages. Masha landed in the square. How could she help to protect the villagers?

    Her body seemed to know the magic she wanted to use. A wave of her hand created a long transparent pink wall. It curved to protect the villagers on three sides and stood tall enough to protect from most spell attacks. Masha turned to the villagers. Despite her pain from her burn and minor wounds, her voice was clear as she called out. "Everyone into the shelter! Do not panic! Everyone into the shelter!" A few people broke into a run. One of them fell next to Masha. She tried to help him up but the man scurried away from her. Were they afraid of all mages? She tried to brush it off. They needed to get the people to safety. "Everyone to the shelter! Do not panic! We are here to help!"

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    Nathaniel Stratford
    Nathaniel Stratford

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    Post by Nathaniel Stratford on 1st December 2019, 2:54 pm

    Nathaniel continued to accommodate the needs of the small family they had ran into, slowly gaining their favor, commenting that they had not known demons were capable of such compassion but despite telling the mother that they were not demons, she only replied by asking if he had looked into a mirror lately. Nat paused, clearly thinking what could it be that is making them see the members of Dies Irae as demons that if this was some sort of spell work then how do they undo it? His gaze shifted left and right quickly, trying to come up with a valid counterpoint to what the woman had just said as indeed it’s hard to deny what it is you can clearly see in broad daylight. He was however given a sigh of relief when the toddler seemed to have vouched for him, defending Nat and saying that he didn’t look like a demon at all giving rise to the possibility that these people might be suffering from shock what with having to go through the experience of witnessing their homes be destroyed. Having been relieved that their looking like demons was not as serious as they initially believed, Nat smiled at the little girl as if in thanks as well as giving her a pat on the head while she continued to enjoy her cake.

    He then proceeded to ask what had transpired in their village, but the mother was hesitant to recall the trauma she had gone through seemingly hours ago and before she could break down once again as she stuttered to find her words, Nat placed a gentle hand on her shoulder to calm her down again fearful of what kind of maddening rage she could find herself in.Furthermore, in the short moment that she was rambling, she had done were only things the guild already know so far.

    And with that, their task to aid them was done. The crusader stood up and walked away to find Sivvy for further instruction, possibly even find out what she had been able to gather while looking around. While he was doing so, he heard another cry coming from the direction Sivvy headed to making him run quickly determined to aid in any way he can.

    He got there a few moments after and saw Sivvy having a heated debate with other survivors, showing the same kind of trauma they had initially encountered and if that were to be the case, Nat thought, then he should not engage, seeing as how they apparently cannot land a single hit. No this is nothing to be worried about thought Nat as he looked around as he moved closer but his attention would be shifted when they were attacked by the real invaders of the island. Predictably, Sivvy rushed in to attack them a trait he had admired from her mentor in the very beginning because they shared almost the same drive for eliminating evil. He wanted to help her so bad but he knew that the safety of these civilians came first. He quickly waved his hand at them gesturing them to get inside when he positioned himself by the door right after Sivvy’s order.

    They were reluctant to go in, but fortunately, the family they had aided earlier vouched for them and by their endorsement everyone else went in. Once everyone was inside Nat conjured a big whole cheesecake in the middle of the room for them to enjoy before he closed the door behind him.

    He shouted out to his mentor ”Master Sivvy!” to gain her attention so she could see that he was about to throw an enchanted cherry cheesecake, one that would increase her physical strength after rushing in, eating a blueberry cheesecake himself that invigorated the magic power in his veins.

    He then furiously hurled a fiery light at the raid leader that was electrocuting Sivvy freeing her from the shock while the cake he had thrown was only about to land right now in epic timing. He followed it up by using a simple spell that made a ripple of light pulse from his body, healing Sivvy and injuring their enemies catching them off guard when they were suddenly engulfed in flames enabling Nat to continue his onslaught of spells, casting another pulse that seemingly harmless, easily dismissed as a wave of light leaving Nat’s body.

    Thinking that he ran out of tricks, two of the remaining five charged Nat with their weapons raised over their heads a foolish move in Nat’s opinion. It was easily blocked with his weapon while he quickly grabbed the other by his face with a burning hand and suddenly every enemy nearby was set ablaze by an unseen spell. Staggered, he drove his sword to the heart of one, slashing the one next to him as he pulled it out of the body.

    Confused and fearful of the impending death they see in Nat’s eyes, they retreated but not before Nat ate another slice of cheesecake, this one to increase his speed to catch the one who fell behind the running group who stopped in his tracks trying to put out the invisible flames he is feeling when the crusader conjured that slice and presented him to Sivvy for interrogation.

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    The electrocution was unpleasant, but nothing that would damage her too badly. The paralysis didn't completely take hold, though it did give her pause and made her slow since her body's impulses were scrambled. This band might be strong, but she could tell they were just low ranking members of the dark guild here, high on their destruction and oppression. As Nat came to her aid and disrupted her attacker's spell, her face lit up in a way it had never done in battle before. Then again, no one had gifted her cherry cheesecake in the middle of a battle, either. Wasting no time, she gobbled it up with rosy cheeks, though once it was done, her battle-hardened expression with those sharp, dangerous eyes returned. "Thank you, Nathaniel," Sivvy called over the sounds of conflict, next shooting a glance at the metal structure to check on the survivors. She thought she'd noticed Masha arriving earlier, but hadn't had time to make sure. The red-head was protecting the shelter and the people. That was a big help, and thankfully there didn't seem to be anyone mounting an ambush.

    Now that she could focus more on the task at hand, she turned her cold gaze on the leader and his two side-kicks that remained. This was where most would issue a threat or taunt, exchanging some aggressive talk before the violence continued and a victor was decided. Sivvy, however, was not much for idle chatter. These dark mages needed to die and she would kill them. Just as the lightning mage opened his mouth to inhale, looking to start some bragging or other banter, the ambassador launched a large spike from her hand right into his mouth. It savagely sliced through and protruded out the back of his head, though his teeth and altered the angle enough that his spine was missed and his death was not immediate. Though he gurgled with shock and pain, he could still fight. It became clear that the two with him actually acted as batteries, as he needed to touch them to siphon some power to whip at her, though he was smart enough to hesitate. With that metal in his mouth, he'd surely electrocute himself as well as her. That second of hesitation was all it took. The clone was upon him, spinning in the air and kicking the spike she'd shot in his mouth. As he arced backward into the dirt, she landed on the spike and further stamped it into the dirt, effectively anchoring him there. As his dark eyes gazed wide at her with unspoken pleads for mercy and intense fear, she proceeded to step on his throat and launch another spike through his neck, this time brutally finishing the job.

    As she turned her attention to the other two, they slowly backed away. "We didn't think Dies Irae would be like...like this!" one of them breathed, and even though it looked as if they'd run, they didn't. Now that she looked at them she noted they were twins, nearly identical except for which side in which they parted their hair. One stood on each side of her, trying not to look at the dead man she still stood on. They began to glow until they were simply silhouettes of yellow light that crackled with lightning. Their hands were outstretched toward each other, energy sparking between them to form a barrier around her. Judging by the rising of power levels, this was meant to be a finishing move. "I'll see you in hell, brother!" the formerly silent twin called, the two starting to violently vibrate and scream. So this was a suicidal attack. Admittedly, the amount of strength she sensed was enough to damage her and if such a thing happened so early into this mission of cleansing the island of evil it could spell disaster.

    Requipping a large, two-headed ax on a chain, Sivvy squeezed the handle and the clockface between the blades flashed blue and spun. Both siblings were frozen in time for a moment, and a moment was all she needed. Gripping the chain, she let go of the handle and begun to spin the weapon, inching out more and more chain until it was sweeping a wide area. Once the range was wide enough, the two detonating brothers were cleaved in half. Four wet plops later, the threat was neutralized.

    Now that all the haggard villagers were safely in their shelter and there were no enemies, Sivvy approached Masha. "Thank you for your assistance. We need to start moving inland," she spoke decisively, mapping out their next move. "If we can find out where most of these dark mages are gathered, we can cripple their forces before they become too organized," she mused, just as Nathaniel showed up with a prisoner. "Wonderful," she praised him, taking the man from her mentee. There was no malice in her face, though she did seem to immediately have a plan to get info out of him. Taking him off far enough so that the people in the metal structure wouldn't hear, Sivvy wasted no time interrogating the dark mage by using him as a pin cushion for her spikes and needles. With every evasive answer or refusal, he found another sharp piece of metal very, very slowly being pushed through his skin, muscles, and bones. It was clear she had no qualms about his screams or perhaps more terrifying, she didn't feel anything about the atrocities she was doing to him. She wanted information and felt no remorse tormenting it out of him. No doubt she'd kill him if he didn't talk. He revealed the answers to her, and though he thought he'd won mercy, she simply thanked him and then relieved him of his head. A quick death was the only mercy Sivvy knew.

    Returning to the others, she used a cloth from her bag to wipe her hands clean of blood before it could get sticky. "I've confirmed my suspicions," she informed Nathaniel and Masha, her normally stoic face a tiny bit displeased. "These villagers fear you, their saviors, because of me. While I have not hurt them, someone who looks exactly like me did. I don't have time to explain the situation but just know that should we get separated at any time you'll need to ask me a question so I can confirm my identity." The ambassador turned thoughtful for a few moments, then nodded. "Ask me, 'What snack can nearly drown you in apple water?' and I'll respond with 'spicy fruit'. Got it?" The pinkette hardly waited for a response before she cracked on. "Next, my interrogation revealed there are several ambush cells dotted throughout the island waiting for us, but the bulk of the dark mage numbers still remain in the heart of the island, where their guild master has made his throne. We need to move quickly toward the heart, while also killing the enemy cells and building shelters for any survivors we find. Any questions you may have will have to be asked as we move on. With any luck, we'll eventually join back up with Johann, Amalie, and the rest of our guildmates," the woman commanded, turning and leading the way inland.



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    "Wha' the fuck?!". The perplexed leader of the group involuntarily released a shout in a reflexive impulse, unbelieving eyes staring down at the Ambassador, wide-open with shock. He took a step back, primal fear overtaking his body for not more than a passing moment, his pride and deeply engrained overconfidence, though, quickly reversing that situation. The expression of shock gave way to what was easily interpreted as furious anger. With a wide motion, the man lifted one of his axes over his shoulder, prepared to strike down at the still grinning mage right before him. The chunk of steel whizzed through the air only the blink of an eye later. The hulking figure couldn't help but grin in cruel anticipation, already expecting his weapon to find purchase and dig into flesh without much resistance as he swung from left to right. It always had before, after all, leaving him all the more lost when the momentum of his wide swing carried the weapon through nothing but thin air. The desired effect would have been removing the other's head. The silver-haired man, though, two glistening runes still clearly visible on the uncharacteristic grimace, used his superior agility to lean back in what was a mockingly playful fashion, ducking underneath the attack that missed him by a considerable margin, before straightening himself once more, the wide, intense grin seeming to widen ever-so-slightly as Johann spoke up once more, two voices echoing each other's words in a booming unison.

    "Do you want to try that again?"

    The bandit's face twisted into a look of boiling rage, a vein visibly swelling on his forehead, which was covered by the strangely dull combination of dirt and sweat. Raising the other hand, he brought up the second axe, the handle tightly clutched in the grasp of his left hand. This time, he would cleave straight down and slice the worm in half, he thought, vigorously and with all strength and momentum he could muster launching the blade downwards. This time, he felt a heavy impact. This was it. The weapon had hit, and the loud-mouthed wight had undoubtedly died by his hand. He chuckled, the instance of fear he had felt before now nothing but a distant memory.

    Or at least, so he had thought. A confident gaze shot down the side of the glistening metal brought back the same feeling, eyes widening in shock as they found the opposing dual-colored oculars once more.

    Johann's hand stretched out, meeting the weapon's blade in mid-air, his index finger the only thing holding the axe in place and pushing against the man's strength. The bandit struggled, pushing, his mind, his reason telling him that he should've cleaved the other in half. The Ambassador, however, defied his logic, holding him off without any apparent effort, his finger leaving the polished edge for just a moment. A flow of ink-black light and a gentle tap with the same finger on the weapon was what followed, Johann, undoubtedly and noticeably influenced by Mars, giggling happily and with an amused grin. The metal of the weapon, at once, changed color, turning from the dark, forged steel to a lighter grey. Cracks formed across the hardened surface before finally, the object turned brittle, crumbs of dust and ash separating from the corroding metal, scattering in the wind before they hit the ground. Slowly, over the course of a few seconds, an excruciatingly long time as perceived by the unbelieving bandit leader, the once undoubtedly imposing weapon had been reduced to nothing but a worn-down wooden hilt, what remained of a sharp edge, of a blade designed solely to kill was naught but ash.

    "Who the fuck are you?". The leader's voice trembled, his tone defeated. He'd realized that he was outclassed, dropping the other weapon. "Ah, ah, ah, my friend. We'll leave that for later. First ...", the Second Seal turned, facing the rest of the small group that had gathered around the two, drawn weapons and roaring magic aimed at the Ambassador. Looks filled with hate, fear, malice focussed in on the silver-haired man, sharp steel pointed at him, ready to be unleashed and hungry to bite into his flesh. Johann's grin widened once more, his grimace unnervingly amused. He knew how this skirmish would end, but that didn't stop Mars from experiencing a rush of euphoria.

    "... I have unfinished business to deal with", the booming voice echoed through a field of eerie silence. While Markus was undoubtedly busy reducing his own opponents to a state that would make them unrecognizable and wreak havoc across their group, the Ambassador waited, the scythe creating from Mars' magical essence waiting in his hand. Seconds would pass without anyone making a move, the silver-haired Rune Mage simply grinning as he let his gaze wander about, scanning the targets with curiosity, interest. He didn't necessarily pay attention to detail, but would allow himself this little moment of growing adrenaline, a feeling akin to a rush coursing through his veins with every subtle push of the artificial heart in his chest.

    The subtle click of a trigger and subsequent dropping of a hammer broke the silence, Johann's eyes darting to his side. Young woman, long dirty, ash-blond hair, the majority of her face hidden beneath her hat, probably in her early twenties. Details that Mars had observed earlier. The girl had stared down the barrel of a rifle pointed directly at his own head, a fierce glint in her bloodshot eyes. No time to contemplate specifics, though. With a flash of sparks, the piece of flint struck steel, igniting the powder in the pan. Within a split second the Ambassador had moved once more, the scythe, with a trail of sparks, cutting through the firearm, slicing the barrel of the gun in two before the projectile had left it. With a bright explosion, the weapon fired, the bullet impacting the steel of the other half, splinters of lead thrown back at the gunner. Injuries were negligible, but that fact wouldn't matter now regardless, the silver-haired God of Ishgar spinning on his heel, bringing the blade around with a circular motion behind his back and driving it through horizontally her side. A gush of crimson liquid followed the weapon as he pulled back, the figure sinking to their knees before finally toppling over, the life having been violently torn from her form.

    With the attack, hell had broken loose. The tension that had been almost palpable just moments before now exploded violently. The next assailants were already waiting for their chance, two men charging forward, blades drawn. The Ambassador let go of the scythe, the magic dispersing as soon as the weapon left the grasp of his hand. It appeared that the two were either bravest or the dumbest of the bunch. As soon as his hands were free, runes lit up on the God of Ishgar's hands and arms, a golden radiance tracing scripture across his skin for the blink of an eye before fading into invisibility once more, leaving behind only crackling, white-hot arcs of electricity that elegantly danced up and down the silver-haired man's arms. His face, lit periodically by the sparkling flashes of pulsing, electrical light, was adorned with a playfully sinister smile.

    It was tempting to give in, accept the ever-present, boiling rage within himself that lingered whenever Mars fought, but he wanted to have his fun. It had been a while since he had gotten to come out and play.

    With a step forward, Johann's form blurred, vanishing within a burst of speed once more. The bandit didn't have time to respond or react, Johann appearing before him before jamming his arm upward, grasping the man's face. Perhaps some final thoughts of shock or surprise had manifested within the enemy's mind. It was of no importance. Magic surged through the God of Ishgar's limb, roaring electricity rushing into the other's body, muscles spasming violently until the Ambassador let go, his opponent's body falling to the dirt. Strings of smoke and steam rose from the bandit's broken form, the air filling with the stench of burnt hair, skin, and flesh. His comrade had stopped, a deeply horrified expression on his face, but Johann wouldn't allow retreat. Closing the distance between them in the blink of an eye again, the Rune Mage appeared came to a halt to the back of the second bandit, grasping his neck from behind and swiftly delivering the same overwhelming shock of roaring, thunderous voltage. The Ambassador let go of the charred skin where he had touched the man, his opponent's body unceremoniously slumping to the ground as if all tension had simply vanished from his muscles.

    The Second Seal took a deep breath, an echoing cackle of overlaid leaving his lips. "Tssehehehe ...".

    Much to his pleasure, Mars looked around, seeing universally terrified dark mages and bandits around him, those who were determined to push for an assault frozen with fear.

    "Is this all?", the hissing voices echoed forth once more through his grinning teeth. "No, no, we are not done yet. We have only just begun". A few of the bandits took this as their chance to run, turning around, dropping weapons and taking off as fast as their feet could carry them.

    "Yes, run, run, little worms. For what you have done here ... none of you will make it off this island alive".




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    Post by Amalie on 18th December 2019, 8:07 am

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    Amalie would step out of the bungalow, making her way outside. She knew that some might have expected her to take out the mages then and there, but she just wasn't in that place at the moment. Despite her integration into the guild, she couldn't kill in cold blood. Even with that one mages taunting words, she just wasn't angry enough, desperate enough to go so far. She knew what state of mind she needed to be in to kill, she'd achieved that before, on the battlefield with that Rune Knight, Shane Stern. But getting into that frame of mind again, was harder than she expected to be. This was fine though right? The mages would still be punished for their actions, they would still get what they deserved. Just not at her hands, she hoped that Sivvy and Johann would understand her decision. She just wasn't wired the same way, not yet at least.

    Her ice blue eyes scanned the area, it was quiet here, most likely because they were still quite far on the outskirts of the city. There was likely to be much more activity the deeper they got in, activity the other groups were likely alright deeply involved with, she would spare a moment to hope that the mission was going smoothly, that there were no causalities. That the ones she grown to care for deeply were okay. She pushed this from her mind, not wanting such thoughts to distract her. Instead she would focus her attention of waiting for the others to arrive. Hoping that the quiet meant that their guild mates would be able to reach them without issue, the last thing she needed was them to lure the dark mages to their location. To trap them with excesses numbers, it would likely end in a rather bloody mess. Fortunately the wait was shorter than she expected, with the group of lower ranked members arriving at the team. Although much to Amalie's displeasure they were mostly neophytes and lower ranked soldiers. The idea of leaving them with the group of dark mages didn't seem like a sensible choice. She sighed, looking at the two that had originally accompanied her, she realised her best option was the leave one of them behind. Someone capable of protecting the other guild mates should the dark mages get out of hand.

    "Alright, Isaak needs to stay here and supervise these mages, Kessicia and I will move forward to find the civilians." She instructed, her tone suggesting that there wasn't room for argument. If need be, Isaak could meet back up with them later, but for now this needed to be handled efficiently and whilst Isaak was relatively new to the guild, he was still more superior than the officers than had joined them. After which she turned to Kess, nodding for her to follow. She would begin to move deeper into town, her movements quick but her steps light. Keeping noise to a minimum, whilst moving she kept her gun in hand, just in case she would need to use it at any point.



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    Markus would grin, his adrenaline kicking in as he received confirmation from Johann. It seemed, like himself, the other vessel was more that ready to show these men the errors of their way. With a cracking of his neck, and a twirl of the spear within his hand the chaos mage would take off behind the runic master, a smile on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes. It would be a strange twist of fate, killing legally that is.

    The chaos mage would give a curt nod towards the other man, not answering his question out loud. Oh how did he feel the, the multitude of pinpricks of magical power, the scent in the air, the slight breaths as they waited. Markus could sense them all, his slayer senses, and magical sensory giving him every detail he needed. Oh, how sorry these men were about to be, choosing Johann and himself as the targets for their ill-conceived ambush. Markus would glance towards the other man and then look away as if examining the surroundings. His face was lax, empty, devoid of all emotion excluding the small smirk which was plastered upon the edge of his lips, an almost invisible line of amusement.

    As they walked finally Markus would hear a voice. Without even giving so much as a second flance the chaos mage would pause, and wait. ‘About damn time’, he would hear within the back of his skull, the voice belonging to his bored seal. ' was wondering if we were ever going to get some action…’. Aporia as one who usually did whatever she wanted was more than ready to fight once more alongside her brother, even in his neutral state Markus could feel her power, leaking into his own, combining the two forces. Markus could feel her influence once more, as he took a deep breath he would hold back, for now… he would not let her take over quite yet.

    The chaos mage would break into a large smile hearing Johann once more repeat his orders. Give them no quarter… Leave none alive… That they could do. With a surge of speed, the chaos mage shot forward, almost instantaneously he would find himself standing within a group of half a dozen men. To their credit, although he was already in their mits they responded rapidly. All Attacking at once.

    It was not enough.

    With a twist of his hips he would spin his body through the hair, his large black wings spanning out as his spear found his first target. The remaining went just as easily. Markus soon found himself standing upon a small pile of bodies, half a dozen already before he would surge forward once more to the second collection of men, and the third, and the forth. Like a tide of chaos Markus and Johann would surge forward, true to their names as bringers of the apocalypse these men would know nothing but fear. Fear and Death, delivered at the hands of War, and Chaos.

    Markus would looks towards the changed Johann, his runes now activated he would listen. With a burst of chaotic energy Markus himself would change, he would stand taller, and his hair would change growing darker. As he allowed Aporia to fully takeover he would laugh, deep and chaotic.
    “Yes… Lets….” The two voices would ring out as one.

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    Markus would have busied himself with his fun, tearing apart man and foe alike as Johann questioned the leader of the group that had just assaulted them. In this state he was not one to ask questions, much preferring to go from one carnaged remain to another. They would give out another broad smile as once more a series of weaker mages were taken out by their spear.

    Surging forward they would take to the air, their large wings causing a uproar of air as they searched the field below them. In the distance the vessel of Aporia could see various members of their new guild fighting, some were doing well, others not, many were helping the islands inhabitants while quite a few were, like him, making sure the vermin were truly and totally taken care of. The Chaos mage however did not take long to find its next quarry as suddenly a bolt of lightning was launched towards them, arcing in an angry line intended on taking him from the sky.

    The chaos mage would only watch, a slightly amused smirk upon their face as the energy got closer, and closer, only to wave their hand in the last second. With a crack of thunder the bolt was suddenly pulled into the void, lost through time and space. With a surge of their wings they would shoot towards the caster only to release the spell once more, opening a rip into the void and causing the same bolt of lightning to return itself mere feet from the bewildered mage.

    A smile upon their face the two voices would ring out once more. “Oh… seems you made a mistake… do you… do you wish to try again?” They would ask, almost sympathetically before dispatching of the mage with a concentrated blast of chaotic energy, pulling the man’s body, souls, and being into the realm of chaos. “Oops… too much?” they would ask to the empty space before once more taking off into the sky.

    As the chaotic entity landed, closing its wings it would walk towards the personification of War waving its hand gently through the air. “Go, have fun. Remember however… the inhabitants of the island are not to be harmed.” Immediately a sound of tearing fabric would sound as it looked like the sky itself was ripping next to the chaos mage.

    From the reams of chaos itself beings of pure shadow and hatred would step forth, summoned by the chaos mages call. They would waste no time surging into the battlefield, shadow beast joined by Hela, Markus’ oldest companion.

    The Seal would then turn towards her next assailants, a group of mercenaries who moved surprisingly quickly, and with rapid cohesion attempting to take out the flying summoner. Twisting the spear within their hands once more the Seal would surge forward with a smile plastered upon their face, narrowly dodging an oncoming attack. “Ohhhh, your faster than the others…” the voices would ring out, dancing in and out of combat with the skilled opponent. “but… how long can you keep it up?” The chaotic being would sing as she twirled out of the range of another attack before launching a quick series of thrusts and slashes, each one giving more and more force.

    Unfortunately for the skilled opponent, speed would not be enough in this fight. While they were able to block the initial attacks, and even strike back with a few of their own, blows which the chaos mage took only to get closer, they would get weaker, and tired. Their blocks would start to fall short, and it was only a matter of moments before their weapon was sent flying from their hands. “Well…. It was a great effort.” The chaos mage would say with pitty before ending the light of the other mage.

    The Seal of Chaos would then watch for just a moment, examining the battlefield before returning to their ally, their bloodlust sated for a moment enough to watch the rest of the interrogation.

    ---

    The Vessel of chaos would have just arrived when Johanns voice ran out. They would look around with a passive sign as more mages started to run, scattering to the winds terrified for their lives. The Seal was not surprised, to say the least. If anything, they were glad that the men had lasted even this long. The Vessel of war was certainly a terrifying presence, and one they had managed to earn the ire of.

    “Enjoying yourself?” The two voices would ring out as they walked forward, stopping but a few feet from the other man. Giving a deep laugh they would look towards the carnage. “I suppose so…” They would respond, almost answering their own question.

    “Here, this should provide some more fun.” The chaos mage would say as they started speaking in an ancient and primordial language. Forming from nothing, slowly and with an almost malicious life of its own the fabric of this world would once more shift as forming from moving shadows a large leather book would appear and open between the two mages. Suddenly both seals would feel a surge of power and knowledge as secrets and magic surge into them, should they wish to accept it. All Magic they use will find itself going farther, moving faster, and causing much more damage for a time at least.

    “I am sure you remember these secrets brother.” Aporia would say with a mysterious tone, he books holding countless stories from the beginning of time would be a boon, or a detriment, to any who knew of it.  A true tool of the personification of chaos. With the boon granted chaos would then raise their hand lifting two fingers into the air. “I say it is time we have some more fun…”

    Centered on themselves in five different directions a beam of black light would shoot forth forming a perfect star, the ends of which were 500 meters from the center. From each point five large towers would start to spike from the ground. The twisted creations of chaos forming a perfect culmination of magic, energy, and power. Atop each of the twisted spires a pure black and empty void would appear, a rip within this world and the void. All at once from each of the towers a surge of chaotic energy would fire forth targeting various groups of enemy mages within sight, exploding upon impact causing controlled detonations of dark magic. Flying into the air The Seal would laugh making sure the assault, while constant, would not cause harm to the islanders, or get in the way of their allies. The were after all… under orders.




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    Post by Masha on 28th December 2019, 2:41 pm

    Masha watched the Ambassador take care of the dark mages. Some part of her brain was dissatisfied with the whole scene. If... the redhead couldn't remember her name but if she'd angled the first spike down plus a little to the left, the man would have been paralyzed. Better to get information out of him that way. Her brow furrowed at the thought. Where had it come from? Masha resolved to pick up a few medical books to find out. Perhaps she'd been a doctor before. A mage doctor. Yeah, that sounded much better. The dark mages must have mistaken her for someone else. Someone with the exact same name, features, who was also missing their past. The redhead turned back to watching the Ambassador. The bisection of the exploding twins nearly had Masha clapping. Brilliantly done.

    The ambassador - Seven! that was her name! probably - approached Masha after dealing with the dark mages. Actually thanked her. The redhead offered her a smile. "You're welcome, Seventh Ambassador. It was my pleasure. Uh, I do fear the dark mages might be more organized than you suppose. I was ambushed on my way here and a squad of our soldiers was killed in action." The vocabulary seemed natural though Masha didn't know how she knew it. She looked down at the ground. Tears welled in her eyes. "I couldn't save them..." The arrival of the other DI soldier gave Masha a reprieve. She turned away from them both to wipe her eyes quickly.

    Seeing another dark mage caused the amnesiac to struggle. Magic gathered in her fists. Her body vibrated as she tried not to strike the man. Pink mist drifted up around her. The Ambassador took the man before Masha did anything she'd regret. The ambassador's intentions were clear. Masha decided to follow after them. Whenever the man screamed or failed to give the seventh ambassador a good answer, Masha ate the sound. The dark mage couldn't release his anguish. A little suffering added atop everything the ambassador was doing. Surprisingly, it didn't make Masha feel any better. When it was obvious the man had nothing left, the redhead strode back to the other DI agent. A sad smile happened to be all she could offer to him.

    The ambassador's information seemed plausible. Dark mages were conniving creatures. If they had known the guild responding was Dies Irae, disguising themselves as the leaders of DI would keep the people terrified. She could only imagine the issues the ambassador had run into here. Something bothered her though. The redhead cocked her head to the side. "Wouldn't that question seem odd? And... how does spicy fruit drown you in apple water?" The logic of that did not compute with the little Masha knew. Still, she followed after the potentially crazy pink-haired woman. For all Masha knew, she'd been crazy before losing her memory.

    The names the ambassador dropped niggled a recent memory. Masha decided to talk while they moved. "Madam Ambassador? Did he mention why the dark guild decided to settle here? It seems odd to settle somewhere Dies Irae could easily attack. This would have suited better as a staging area for an attack." She paused to take a breath. Her eyes roamed the landscape. "Who are Johann and Amalie? Is Johann another ambassador? Which number is he? Three? Two? Whose the first Ambassador? This Amalie? Oh!" She reached inside her uniform. A blue folder came out. "Can you tell me how much of this is real? I think you're in here, so is someone called Aven, Johann and Amalie, maybe a couple of others. Its... a little spicy." Her cheeks colored rapidly. The pages within this folder were filled with extremely personal scenes. Masha was in some of them. Others she never appeared. It made Masha wonder what her previous self had been like. Despite her quest for knowledge, the redhead was keeping a careful eye on their surroundings.

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    Post by Nathaniel Stratford on 5th January 2020, 2:58 am

    Nathaniel had arrived with his prisoner just in time for master Sivvy to be done dealing with the rest of the dark mages in the area. He simply walked in casually despite the rather graphic scene before him, thinking it was only natural for them to do such things. After all, this is Dies Irae, this what they do. He bowed his head only slightly in response to her praise for bringing a prisoner for questioning and wondered what could she possibly have in store for the poor soul. He had also noticed a new guild member approach their comfy side of the island, a redhead he had not seen before who had just reported her situation earlier, realizing how dire and more serious the situation is becoming. He looked down and hope the souls of the fallen soldiers are in some place where evil does not exist, they deserve that much.

    Nat had seen the girl feel off at the sight of the dark mage he had brought in, and thought it was a normal reaction for any Dies Irae mage to eradicate evil, but they needed information from this one first. He went over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder gently and asked if she was going to be ok. ”Let master Sivvy have her way with the mage first. It’s going to be ok.” he said, trying to comfort her and was met with only a smile, but that was enough.

    In the distance, Nat could hear the prisoner’s screams while his mentor extracted information from him. The time screams filled the air was indicative of the prisoner's resilience and couldn’t help but be impressed by it while he leaned back against the metal structure awaiting further orders in light with the new information.

    Finally it was done and Nat saw Sivvy approach them, he stood up straight and walked a couple of inches forward to meet her along with the redhead. Before anything else though, Sivvy made mention that someone that looks like her could be leading the enemy army and was offered a way to distinguish them. It was as simple as that to the crusader because he did not try to pry too much into the personal lives of his comrades. Not that he didn’t care though, he just felt like he doesn’t have the right and this was a battlefield, he must remain professional. You were given information, then that’s good enough, don’t ask too many questions and nodded in response to their next course of action and followed the ambassador.

    He couldn’t say the same for his ally though who seem to have too many questions. A curious thing Nat thought and judging by the nature of her questions, she is suffering from memory loss which he thought was unfortunate and only wanted to help her. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have the answers to most of the girl’s questions but was determined to keep her company. ”I haven’t met most of the officials of the guild yet, but I’ll help you remember some things. I’m Nat by the way.” he said to the girl while he followed on behind his mentor.

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    Post by Sivvy on 11th January 2020, 4:56 am



    Sivvy found herself a little perplexed by how Masha was referring to her. Calling her Ambassador was nice, but she feared the girl misunderstood how the 'Seven' came into play. Sivvy wasn't the seventh ambassador. There had only been two since the guild was still relatively new. And those two were co-running Dies Irae on equal footing. The clone didn't claim to know Masha all that well, but she did have to admit that something seemed strange. However, this was not the time nor place to get picky about her name. In the past, she'd literally answer to anything, so she'd just revert to that for now. Names didn't matter much until the war was over.

    The salty tears she caught scent of were a little troubling. The slayer's relationship with emotions was rocky at best, but her training to cast off all feelings especially in battle still made up her core. It was unfortunate that some of their number had died already, but there was no use mourning them. Perhaps it was a bit cold, but those that died simply were not strong enough. This is why the members of Dies Irae trained so hard to get strong and disciplined. Failure and being defeated didn't aid their cause, and having too many weak links in the guild would weaken the whole chain in situations like these. Grieving could take place once they were finished and this island was rid of its dark plague. The fact that Masha had made it out alive spoke to her strength, something that should be celebrated. "Save your tears for when we're done," the pinkette spoke stiffly, dropping the subject after that.

    Now the new addition to her formerly two-man cell inquired about her question. The ambassador pursed her lips a little but would oblige for now. "Yes, the question is odd, that's the point," Sivvy answered Masha with a nod, smirking just a little. She had her own little personal reason for the oddity that she didn't feel the need to explain. "It eliminates the possibility that anyone on this island but me could answer it, thus making it the most reliable security question, right?" she finished up with a rhetorical question, stepping over the pulverized remains of a fruit tree. What had caused such widespread yet consistent devastation?

    As they moved on, Masha would continue to talk. This wasn't entirely ideal since Sivvy preferred to stay silent and focused while she worked, but in her time as a leader, she'd realized that people had different methods and needs in battle. Since Masha seemed the emotional sort, perhaps chattering eased her nerves or aided her in some way. She'd allow it for now, since they weren't trying to be stealthy. Drawing out ambush cells was actually what they wanted. The redhead postulated over why Kenrojima was the target for the takeover if it was so easily reached by the militaristic guild. "Honestly, Dies Irae can easily attack anywhere. It makes no difference where evil strikes, we have the facilities and the moral obligation to hunt them down," the ambassador spoke with confidence, having no doubt that whether in the middle of a land-locked country or out in the middle of the ocean like this, no dark mage sins were safe from Dies Irae's retaliation. "The reason they settled here is probably simply the assets of the island and the isolated location. If not for the report we received, we may never have known about Kenrojima and its problem."

    The subject came back around to the 'Seventh Ambassador' issue, which Sivvy was a little grateful for. She could now set it straight as they walked through the razed tropical landscape, but even more troubling developments arose. The young woman knew she'd introduced herself to Masha a certain way, giving her the choice of calling her Sivvy or 7. Though she didn't do that anymore and introduced herself more naturally, that was what she knew Masha had known her by. But now she was even asking who Johann and Amalie were, and she knew Masha knew them as well. Now, Aven was a name she was unfamiliar with, but the rest she'd clear up as quickly as possible. "Firstly, I'm not the 'Seventh Ambassador', I'm Ambassador 7. The number 7 is my designation, though my official name is now Sivvy. Ambassador Sivvy," she clarified, taking the folder but pausing before looking inside. She had a strong inkling that she knew what lied within. She also had more than a feeling that Masha had lost her memories somehow. "Dies Irae is a newer guild, so there have only been two Ambassadors, and we lead together. The other ambassador is Johann von Weiss, the man who was speaking with me at the start of this mission. We don't have assigned ambassador numbers, but technically Johann was the first one since he created the guild and I joined a little later. Amalie is our Commander, the next in leadership after the ambassadors. As for Aven, I've never heard of him," she finished, now opening the folder to skim the first page briefly before whipping it closed. She now glanced at the amnesiac, more certain than ever Masha had forgotten everything since she remembered the exact moment she'd seen this folder the first time. "Masha, none of this is true," emphasized Sivvy, handing it back to the crimson-haired woman. "You used to write fictional stories about people you knew, especially in some fantastically crude scenarios. I don't know why, but if you are trying to get your memories back, reading that will not help you," the clone assured her, wishing she'd burnt the file instead. Why Masha had that of all things on her person, let alone in the middle of a war with a dark guild was very odd to the stoic woman, but it'd do no good to chide her about it now.

    Since the questions seemed to ebb for the moment, Sivvy turned her attention to her mentee. "Nathaniel, keep an eye out for Amalie, Johann, or Markus," she instructed, knowing better than to ask Masha to identify these people now that she was aware of her condition. On that note, though, she wasn't sure if Nathaniel had ever met Markus, but she didn't edit her words. The point still stood and pointing out anyone he spotted would help, friend or foe.

    Suddenly, their leader tilted her head of and sniffed at the air. It was hard pulling scents out too much, since the overwhelming smells of squashed, rotting fruit and splintered trees hung heavy amongst the blood and human decay. However, they were too far inland for it to make sense that she was smelling very salty, fishy. Angling their course to follow the smell, soon her sharp carmine eyes caught something on the ground that was deep black. It wasn't a shadow because there was nothing around to cause it. "Guys, over here," she said, darting forward to stand at the edge of a large puddle of black liquid. She wrinkled her nose at the intensifying smell. The blazing sun overhead wasn't helping the strong ocean odor. Her nostrils burned. "Cephalopod ink," she deducted, stooping to grab a segmented leaf. She touched it to the shiny onyx goop, and it started to sizzle. "Acidic Cephalopod ink. Judging by the size of this pool...it's very big. Maybe that's what destroyed all these trees going inland?" Sivvy thought aloud, wanting to let her two companions in on her reasoning. "Too big to be a regular octopus or squid...and too big for the villagers to fight off. They've brought a monster-"

    Without warning, the ambassador shot to her feet and turned to the right. Her hearing picked up just the quietest snap of a twig, though she didn't see or sense anyone. Within seconds there was a large, ornate spear of gold and blue in her hand, chain whipping gracefully behind her along with some cerulean energy. Her arm pulled back and she launched it seemingly at nothing, some point on the outer right rim of the ink pool. A sickening squelch of a blade lodging into flesh sounded, and as blood started dripping to the ground the illusion lifted.

    Around the entire rim, a small army of dark mages had formed, all facing the three inspecting the ink. Apparently word had traveled of their strength and the smaller ambush cells Sivvy had thought they'd have encountered on their way had joined together into one large one for better odds. "Valiant attempt to change strategy, but it won't do you any good," she called across the black pond, pulling the chain and yanking the body impaled on its tip back to her. She swung it now, bashing the body into a couple of the now attacking enemies, knocking both of them into the acidic goop as well as ridding her blade of its corpse. The two living bodies sinking in the ink screamed and flailed, but could find no buoyancy to swim, nor could they really function with their skin being eaten off. "Careful of that," she warned Masha and Nathaniel as if she needed to tell them not to fall in or get it splashed on them.

    The horde was descending upon them now, led by a tall woman in all black armor of some sort and her band of cherrypicked thugs. With much bravado, the dark mage called for them to tear the three Dies Irae members to shreds, wanting to keep their meat somewhat intact for "the beast". This only confirmed Sivvy's theory, but now was not the time to wonder about that. She'd successfully pissed them off by drawing first blood and immediately killing three of their comrades, so their bloodlust was at a high. That was something the three could use. They'd be sloppy. "Don't die. Kill them all. Let none escape!" Sivvy cried and with that, she shot off like a bullet to face the lady with the delicious looking armor. The clone was craving a snack...



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    A wide grin, steeped in an underlying, but evident and terrifying rage which was subtle and contradictory to the expression of pure enjoyment and fun, yet so obviously drawn across the man's face gave the normally so composed and mellow Ambassador an unusual appearance. One that could be seen as somewhat horrid by those who didn't know him, those he had cut down, those that still squirmed in agony and those that had taken flight in their despair to live, realizing they had bitten off a lot more than they could possibly hope to chew. Johann, or rather, the entity in control of their shared body, their "vessel", as they had come to call it, Mars, was in no real rush. It had been a while since he'd gotten out to play, to exercise, so exert his power, or perhaps, more importantly, vent his frustrations, his rage, the feelings of infernal hatred and suffering that plagued not just the Nephelim, but were shared by the Rune Mage due to the nature of their bond as well. The two, of course, influenced each other immensely, both consciously and unconsciously, at times, and so, at times like this one, it was hard not to lose the sense of self they both had retained, separating them from one another, and simply give in to their emotions, their rage, act as one entity without any thought, without any restraint. To be guided by one's emotions, to be guided by instinct rather than intellect was a tempting prospect, one that both the Seal of War and the Ambassador of Dies Irae quickly cast aside when the voice of their sibling and guildmate respectively rang out behind him, the grin on their face relenting for just a few moments before returning in full.

    "Oh, very much so", the two layers of tones were spat out with vile intensity, the two oculars alight with magical energy gazing past the Chaos Mage to witness the destruction he had brought upon their enemies.

    The Seal of War, in particular, was appreciative of Markus' skills when it came to combat, but even Johann couldn't help himself but hold admiration for the man, and, in one sense or another, had to admit that it was a lucky twist of fate that the two found themselves on the same side and not on opposing ones. Rather than resort to the what-ifs, though, the Seal and the man gave the other two, who were much the same as they were, a satisfied nod. A sense of understanding between monsters or two men relying on the other one to have his back, comrades in a fight for the greater good? The Ambassador didn't know and came to realize that, in the end, it wouldn't matter either way as long as they stood firm and did their job.

    And what a marvelous job they had done.

    Defeated foes covered the ground around them, crimson stains tainting the grass in a violent, beautiful pattern, those who hadn't been cut down cowering, hiding, running in fear. It was an elegant symphony of suffering, of agony and death, the Seal of Chaos and the Seal of War taking their roles as conductors. Still, no symphony was complete without a delightful crescendo and its eventual zenith, that much, he was sure, both himself and Markus knew, the Chaos Mage acting on this principle first. The tome he presented caused the Second Seal to tilt his head in curiosity that, with a twist of surprise, shifted to recognition. Mars, directly addressed, chuckled, an inconsistent, distorted voice echoing from the vessel's mouth. "A little refreshment can't hurt, hm?", the Seal joked in a tone that contrasted the voice, strength surging through the vessel's body, a gift most welcome.

    Of course, much to Mars' continued entertainment, that particular display of magic wasn't the only ace up the Chaos Mage's sleeve, the Seal bearing witness to the emergence of large, dark pillars and the bolts of dark energy shot from them, the massive, towering structures spewing projectiles of pure chaos, towering over the battlefield like monuments to their victory. All around them, smaller impacts seemed to light up the island, a loud, satisfied cackle escaping the Lord of War.

    "Tsssehehehe ..."

    Aporia's vessel certainly hadn't made a false promise. What a graceful display, what agonizing fun. Mars felt like screaming out in amusement. It was quite the ironic twist that their job more or less did itself with Markus. Still, the very last remnants of the group scattered, moving further and further into the trees, houses, the nooks and crannies around the two seals, and would continue to do so with every passing second. Mars intended to change that, though. Stretching out his hand, a swirl of bright magical energy manifested in his hand, shimmering in a white, glowing brilliance before coalescing into a vague outline that resembled a lance. Losing no further time, the Second Seal pointed the lance at the ground just before him, the grin stretching from ear to ear setting the vessel's face alight with a violent rage once more. "Some more fun, indeed".

    Arcs of glowing sparks and energy danced across the Ambassador's form, clawing onto any surface they could find purchase on over the next few seconds before finally, the buildup of magical energy was released from one moment to the next. Within an instant, the space around the two Seals was filled with a blindingly bright light, an iridescent flash consuming everything, though burning for just the blink of an eye. Markus, and the other individual that the Lord of War would leave alive, would feel only a gentle warmth wash over them before vanishing as quickly as it had come. The other, more hostile elements that persisted around the island, though, would find a much different fate. The Second Seal's magic took hold, and within that brief instant that the spell had touched them most of them would simply burn away to ash, their bodies scattering into fine, grey dust as if subjected to overwhelming, burning heat. The vessel took a deep breath, the grin vanishing along with the glow of his eyes, though the runes on each temple remained and one last, resounding thought echoed through the vessel's mind. "What a waste of blood, tssehehe ...".

    "Well, with that out of the way ...", the Ambassador's voice had returned to the vessel, the ever-present low hum of resonating magical power fading as he stepped towards the leader of the now decimated ambush party, the man, tall, muscular, burly as he was, looking over the carnage and destruction with wide-open eyes, evidently in a state of complete shock, confusion, paralyzing terror. "... where were we? Ah, yes. I have a few questions for you, my friend. But first-", the silver-haired Rune Mage stretched out his hand, offering the man a handshake, "-allow me. I am Johann von Weiss, Ambassador of Dies Irae. Truly, a pleasure to make your acquaintance". The bandit leader simply stared down at the extended hand, dumbfounded, before raising his eyes back to meet those of Johann, making no move. The Ambassador cleared his throat, nodding down towards his extended arm expectingly, the bandit swallowing, blinking, shivering, making no mystery of the fact that every thought, every impulse had reverted back to a fight-or-flight instinct. Still, the blonde man raised his hand, shaking, trembling, but extended it, reluctantly taking that of the Ambassador, flinching as if he expected something to happen to him as soon as they touched, only to breathe an audible breath of relief when anything failed to occur. Quite the opposite, in fact, a friendly smile curling up the corners of Johann's mouth as he shook the hand and lowered his arm. "Good, good. I hope we can cooperate on this matter, lest we must resort to unsightly violence once again. So, my friend, I have a few questions for you, and I want you to answer me truthfully. I'm willing to trust you and I would kindly ask you to avoid disappointing me so we all can walk away from this. Does that sound acceptable?". The man didn't answer, but nodded slowly, staring down into the Ambassador's eyes while Johann stared up at the man's. "Wonderful, let's begin, then. Firstly, you're part of the group that occupies Kenrojima, correct?"

    The man opened his mouth as if he, more instinctually than not, seemed like he wanted to shout at the Ambassador, reverting to his default modus operandi, but thought better of it, his lowered, hoarse voice simply producing the word "... Aye". Johann nodded, the friendly smile persisting. "I see. Very well. What's the name of your group and what is your objective on Kenrojima?". Johann turned, almost casually letting his gaze wander over the bloodbath around them in a way that most theatrical, but effective, it seemed. The individual appeared reluctant, but averted his gaze to the ground, his voice quiet, but compliant. "H-Highbrand. Das the name of our guild ... What- what do ya think we came for, huh? Riches, of course. Kenrojima is defenseless, and the people 'ere have more than enough shi' to take. Island makes a fine base too". Johann nodded, turning his back to the man to scan the landscape that stretched out around them, "Of course", the other's head immediately turning towards the ax he had dropped earlier. "I would strongly advise against trying it. We're just having a friendly conversation, are we not?", Johann asked, his back still turned to the man, the other turning away as if he had been caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar. "How many of you are there?", the Ambassador continued as if nothing had happened, this seemingly reminding the man of some of his dignity, the leader regaining a bit of his spirit, it seemed. "Hundreds", he said with a determined voice, certain that this prospect alone was enough to deter this unfamiliar army that numbered a few dozen at best, "Maybe a thousan'".

    Johann chuckled, the unexpected reaction visibly unnerving the blonde brute. "Splendid", he muttered under his breath, the other reacting impulsively. "Wha'?", Johann turned to face him, the same smile still dominating his expression, containing not a shred of hostility, calm to an almost disturbing degree. "It's simple, really. The more of you are confined on this island the more of you we can eliminate at once". The man didn't take kindly to that. "Ya fuckin'-" "Ah ah ah", Johann, as soon as the man had taken a step towards him, summoning a blade into his hand and pointing it at the man's throat with blinding agility.

    "I have one last question for you, and it would be a shame if I didn't get the answer I want", "Wha' would tha' be?", the man spat out with a vile snarl. "If you intend to keep this land as a base, then you must have some kind of Headquarters on this island, correct? Where would that be located, if I may ask?". The blonde appeared defiant, his nostrils flaring with every angry breath he drew. "No answer?". He simply stared, the bandit's brows, in his hateful expression, nearly touching each other. "Alright. I think we're done here, then". The Rune Mage let go of his sword, the weapon vanishing into thin air as soon as it had left his grasp, snapping the fingers of his right hand. Without delay, a cyan rune flared up on the bandit's hand. "The fuck?!", the man clamored in surprise, the magical effect of the scripture showing immediately. Around the rune, the flesh slowly began decaying, turning black, brittle, before crumbling away, starting at the fingers of the man's hand. A shout of pain escaped the man's mouth as he dropped to his knees, grasping the wrist of the afflicted hand with his other ... and panic began to set in. "No", his voice was naught much more than a hectic whisper. "Stop this. P-please. Please! I- I'll tell ya everythin'!". The Ambassador didn't respond, but gave him an expecting look, raising both eyebrows. "N-north. The capital city to the north! Mos' of our guys are there. Please! T-take me with ya, I can help ya! I can be useful to ya!". Johann nodded. "Perhaps. Perhaps not. Markus-", Johann turned around to the Chaos Mage, calling out to him. "-I think our business here is dealt with. We're moving north"

    "W-wait! I though' we were 'aving a- a friendly chat, yeah? Come on, man. Ya canno' do this!", the man's pained voice begged, the crawling corruption having burned away the affected limb almost up to the elbow now, tears streaming down the other's face. The Ambassador had already turned to walk away, though shot a look back over his shoulder, his eyes meeting those of the bandit one last time, the blonde man's eyes widening with shocked realization. The eyes he was staring into trembled with contempt, hatred, the silver-haired man making no mystery of the fact that he viewed the man cowering on the ground as less than the dirt he cowered on. "Ya will pay ...", the man whispered, his voice erupting into a pained shout "Ya all will pay, ya hear me! They'll fuckin kill ya. All of ya. And then when they're done they'll-", his voice broke abruptly, a heavy grunt of agony escaping him as he folded in on himself, toppling to the floor and rolling on it in suffering, the burning corruption of negative energy reaching his shoulder, and then, torso. Johann turned around once more, leaving the man to suffer a slow, agonizing end.

    "Let's go", the Ambassador spoke briefly, his lips pursed tightly and his furrowed brows centered on the path that would lead them to their target, walking away to the screams, the cries of misery and torment that eventually got quieter before finally and abruptly fading away entirely.




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    Trigger Warning.
    The contents of this text are somewhat sensitive and if you are triggered by graphic descriptions of death and violence then please do not read this post.





    I will never ask for nothing that I won't give in return
    You will never have to question the value of my words
    Amalie




    The further they plunged into the city, one thing became clear. The devastation that the dark mages had wrecked on the people here, buildings decimated, the very air around them thick with blood. The rubble and dirt crunched under her boots as Amalie made her way further into the city, there had been a change of plans. After running into injured soldiers, she had needed to leave Kessicia behind and was continuing the search for the civilians by herself. Which was fine, although it provided less distraction from taking in the chaos the dark mages had dealt about the once-peaceful island. Her anger was stewing, she could feel it, and whilst Anima could drain away some of it's intensity, he couldn't rid her of it all. It was still there, growing hotter by the minute. Perhaps he wanted her to feel the rage, to use it in the fight ahead in hopes that it would aid her to enact the justice she knew was yet to come. But if this was his intentions, he was keeping it to himself.

    She stalked through the alleyway silently, only those with exceptional hearing might have picked up on her quiet movements. Her magic sensory spread to it's furthest reaches, she could feel the wielding of magic in the distance. Giving her a rough idea where the others were, this was good, the fighting would help her. If they could keep the majority of the dark mages distracted, it would be easier for the Commander to free the civilians. As she reached the edge of the alleyway, she heard the scurry of fighting nearby, it couldn't be more than two or three people. Distantly she heard a cry of pain, a man's voice, her eyes narrowed. It sounded familiar, a voice she often heard back in the halls of the guild. She glanced around the corner of the wall that she had been pressed against, icy blue irises searching for the source of the sound. Soon spotting him, Joffrey. In the throws of battles with two other men wielding swords, one arm hung limply at his side, bleeding profusely. His working hand wielding a longsword which he was swinging at his opponents desperately. Attempting to take them down before they could do the same to him, his form wasn't bad, but there was two of them, and he was clearly hurt. Amalie took a slow steadying breath, she knew it would likely injure his pride, but regardless she had no choice to aid her mousy-haired apprentice. Power would begin to flow through the woman as she began to recite her magical scripture;

    "For if God spared not the angels that sinned,
    but cast them down to hell,
    and delivered them into chains of darkness,
    to be reserved unto judgment;"

    The ground where the mages fought began to tremble, and through the earth chains would burst forth. At an unavoidable speed they would wrap themselves around Joffrey's assailants, yanking the weapons from their grasps, and yanking them down into the earth, binding them there. Joffrey stared down at the men with confusion, looking around him, his eyes would fall on the commander as she moved out from behind the cover of the alley. She would approach him, her expression stoic as she stepped up to the younger male. "C-Commander West..." He uttered, short of breath from the fighting he had been engaged in momentarily before. She said nothing, instead she would reach out and take his arm, earning herself a pained yelp from the trainee. Upon closer inspection it was clear that the arm was broken, and the gash that ran from his shoulder down to his elbow was especially deep.

    "Hold still." She told him sharply, placing her fingers over the wound. "Heal." Energy poured from her hands into the man's arm he would groan through gritted teeth as his broken bones mended themselves, his flesh stitching itself back together. Moments later his arm was in significantly better condition than it had been moments ago. She would take her hands away, and he would move the arm to test it. "Um, Thank you." He said, a hint of surprise in his voice, and as she had predicted the hint of embarrassment that his superior had needed to save him. Amalie nodded, even if she did help, she had to acknowledge that Joffrey had faired well on his own. As she scanned their surroundings, she spotted two additional bodies. One of a dark mage and one of another guild members. "What happened?" She asked, Joffrey followed her gaze to their fallen comrade.

    "Jones and I got separated from our group during the chaos of battle, we were trying to make our way back to the others to regroup when we were ambushed by the men here. I think they were guarding something but I don't know what." Amalie nodded, she shifted her gaze from the dead to their captives. Their bodies had been dragged under the earth by the chains, only their heads poked out from the soil, struggling under the grip of the hell chains. "Where are you keeping your civilians?" Neither answered, they merely continued to struggle against the grip of the chains. Her eyes flashed angrily, and the chains would tighten. "Answer me." She barked, her voice the epitome of intolerance. Neither spoke, however one of them would glance away, a look Amalie did not miss. She followed the line of sight and in the distance she spotted what appeared to be a church. "Come Joffrey," As she looked back at her apprentice, she saw the hesitation in his face as he eyed their dead guildmate. "We'll come back for Jones's body after the battle, right now we need to get the civilians to safety." She told him firmly, although there was a small hint of understanding in her tone.

    Leaving the captives in the dirt, the two ran towards the church, the closer they got to the building the more Amalie would feel Anima squirm. Amalie... Anima called, but she ignored him. She didn't have time to talk right now, there were people that needed rescuing. They covered the distance, and soon they were stood outside its giant mahogany doors. Amalie...you don't want to go in there, let me deal with this. He insisted, she scowled, displeased by the suggestion. Was there something in there he didn't want her to face? Something he didn't think she was strong enough to handle? I have to Anima, whatever it is. I can handle it, you can't protect me from everything. She answered, even so she got the strangest sense of dread from the building. She paused, her hand reached out, resting on the iron handle. Anima said nothing else, which she took as him agreeing not to interfere. With a pull, she yanked the doors open, and stepped inside.

    Inside was exactly what one might expect of a church of this nature, rows and rows of seats facing toward a platform. On the platform was a podium, additional small benches and an organ. The walls were decorated all over with religious posters and paraphernalia, proclaiming positive messages and praises to the lord. A giant cross hanging over the centre of the room. The place was light up with a multi-coloured streams of light that peered through the stain glass windows. It may have been empty of anything living, but it was not empty of people. Amalie's eyes rose upwards, where hanging from the beams of the church were the bodies of whom she could only assumed were the civilians. Tight binds of woven rope strapped around their necks, holding them there like streamers tied to rag dolls. Their faces the vision of ones whom had suffered in death, their expressions pained and their eyes empty of life. The entire room filled with the putrid stench of their rotting bodies, thick enough to choke you.

    Amalie stood there frozen, her eyes wide from the shock, a cold chill running through her. Behind her, she could hear Joffrey scurry back from the entrance, the sound of him vomiting clear within the eerie silence that the room bore. She felt herself trembling, she had seen death in great mass. But this was cruel, and more horrifying than she had anticipated, all of these poor innocent people. Hung to their deaths just for living here, just for existing in a space the dark mages wanted to claim for themselves. The rage the Anima had been attempting to quell was suddenly magnified, the hate for the dark mages escalating to a explosive level.

    Magic would swell through her, and she would find herself hissing her next spell angrily, "Translocation." The woman would instantly vanish from the spot where she had been standing, reappearing in front of the men she had partially buried. Wordlessly, she pulled Celeste from her hip, adjusting her grasp on the hilt of the rapier. The men had little time to scream for help, she plunged the lethal tip of the blade through the eye socket of the first one, it's bloody tip burying it's way deep into his skull. Then with a swift yank she pulled it out of him and drove the sword through the others gullet, silencing his cries for help. Her breathing ragged as she sentenced the men to death, her actions fuelled from the convoluted mixture of hatred for them, and remorse for the civilians. Tears threatening to fall, but the woman quickly blinked them away, attempting to compose herself before returning to Joffrey. He said nothing as she returned to him, fool as he could be, he knew better then to question her actions.

    She returned the crimson-stained rapier to it's sheath, her voice quiet as she addressed her subordinate. "We...can't leave them this way. Could you help me cut them down?" She asked, her voice soft, the anger quickly fading, replaced with sorrow. Joffrey nodded, he didn't want to approach the bodies, he actually wanted to get as far away from the building as he could. But he knew that there were more important things right now, wiping the remnants of puke from his lips. He would move forth, as Amalie guided him to the first body, the body of an elderly woman. She would summon her shards to cut through the rope, and as it fell, Joffrey would lower the corpse to the ground. One by one they repeated this, saying nothing as they worked to return some dignity to the unfortunate people of Kenrojima.

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    The chaos mage could feel the power exploding from his fingers, surging through his body, and coursing through his very veins with a wicked grin and a sinister cackle he would turn one of the towers onto a group of evil mages he saw trying to sneak around him. The sound which followed would be marvelous, the explosion caused by void matter ripping apart the group of men. Markus would cock his head, listening slightly as another useless attempt of magic would phase through his chaotic form. They were certainly trying, that was for sure. Yet, it would not be enough. Not now, and certainly not ever. With a deep breath he would wave his hands and relinquish control of the chaos towers, allowing them to continue their work sending wave after wave of chaotic bombardments towards their adversaries. As the seals shared body once more touched ground the being would close its wings and look onwards towards the man he had been following.

    Markus had grown to be glad for his acceptance into the guild, even if it was not under the best of circumstances. Johann was certainly one of the most powerful men he had ever met, and truly wielded that power with a frightening resilience. In truth, if this battle had taught him nothing it was that Johann was, most likely, the only man in this work Markus would hate to face in battle. That… or the man he would most love to come to blows with. The chaos mage could not yet decide, but knew one of these days, the two mages were going to have to try their hand at one another. Until then however, Markus knew the two men would enjoy their fighting together, their tactics synchronizing so well, in ways neither of them probably expected.

    As the seal landed his eyes would glance among the remains of their battle. All around them were the remains of various beings, some cut with blade, others scorched by magic, but all having lost their lives to one of the two beings of destruction. For but a moment the silence was almost deafening, unending, and serine. A true battle unlike any Aporia had seen in years, and… it was only beginning.  As their shared body would look towards the second seal a smile would stretch across the vessel of chaos’s face magic was flooding the air, threatening to stiphen all withing. The Chaos mage was all too excited to see what it was their companion was cooking.

    As the magic grew the seal of chaos would watch as energy appeared and apparated around the other mans body, arcing from one spot to another as if trying to find release, fighting for escape, asylum from whatever was to come. With a deep laugh the chaotic being would watch as the enerffy surged from around them blinding their current area with a display of absolute brilliance.  The Chaos mage would sense as dozens, perhaps hundreds, and most likely even more sparks of energy held within his sensing range would suddenly fall silent. He knew each and every one belonged to an enemy, their magic twisted by their evil intentions that caused them to take over the island. The display was… magnificent.

    “While it might be a waste of blood, brother. It was certainly a beautiful display of power. Simply… Marvelous.” The chaotic being would say tasting the death upon the air and knowing the souls would never move on to see the glory that is what created the Seals. No… these beings were bound for a place far darker. Far harsher, and it was certainly what they deserved. Taking a deep breath Aporia would close her eyes, living in the moment before opening them once more upon hearing the vessels voice ring out rather than her brothers.

    Markus would cock his head, feeling as once more Aproria relinquished part of her control to him. Though they did not yet work as one, their agreement was perfect as they switched control of the vessel their power would multiply, and grow exponentially. Even now, Markus could steel hear the thumb of the book and the energy it released, secrets of the heavens that created the seals. As soon as Johann had introduced himself Markus would chime in, merely to offer his aid. “And, I am Markus Eldridge, also of Dies Irae.”  The chaos mage would say looking towards the disheartened leader.

    Somehow the man had found a way to still be defiant towards the two men who had decimated his forces. As if acting indifferent, or even standoff would somehow prove his worth to his worthless organization. Markus was tempted to strike the man then an there, but resisted keeping a dark, foreboding, and all too dangerous smile upon his face instead.

    Despite that however, the leader finally relented and offered Johann the handshake he was looking for, the chaos mage who had never offered his hand was not given the same curtesy, but that was more to his liking. He certainly preferred to stay in the background of situations like this. As Johann spoke up again this time to make sure there would be no funny business Hela would take the chance to finally reappear from whatever it was she was doing.

    For many, a massive bear sized wolf would cause alarm, for Markus it would only cause his smile to widen. Turning away from the current conversation he would step forward towards his companion, and place his hand upon her head. As their eyes met, they would share and revel in their mental bond sharing briefing in the euphoria of battle before the large creature would drop something at Markus’ feet.

    Looking down the chaos mage couldn’t help but give a small laugh, as suddenly at his feet was a detached humanoid arm. Even from here, Markus could see where the bite has pulled it from the shoulder. “No thank you girl. Its all yours.” Markus would say, turning away to see an almost human like shrug of the creature’s shoulders. Hela would move to lay down as Markus would step away, she would continue to gnaw at her new find while occasionally look towards the bandit leader, probably curious if she would be getting any more food from whatever exchange Markus was having.

    As Markus turned back he would discover the men talking about the forces that were on the island. A Thousand men, was that really all? Surely this man realized despite the fact that they were outnumbered, they outclassed the bandits and most certainly out powered them. Hell, a single one of the men from Dies Irae could take out an entire unit of these weakened and heartless bastards. Yet still, somehow, this man had the gall to act powerful. As if their numbers meant anything. Johann however was quick to close of his atrocious attitude, as always being as cordial as Markus had ever seen the man. Finally, the Ambassador was moving to his last question, and the two could be rid of the man. Yet… once more… the man resisted.

    Markus would look towards the other man as his sword disappeared. He would sense the coming magic as a rune appeared on the leader’s body. Stickily, the man would start to decay in front of their own eyes, as the man croaked his voice full of pear he would tell the ambassador what he wanted to know. Thinking, somehow. That it would save his life.

    Markus would turn towards the Rune Mage, “Good. I was getting tired of this man.” He would respond, already turning away from the dying man. Despite what the man said, Markus would not turn back. The words of a dying man meant nothing to the Vessel of Chaos, and even less towards their objective. He had given all he could, and if Markus was being honest dying now would probably be far preferable to what was to come next. The chaos mage could feel his power flowing, swealing as the two of them continued to turn away. Markus would give a quick signal to his hound, who would glance back towards the dying man, and lick her chops before shaking her head and deciding better of it. She could probably smell the decay as it grew, and knew he would certainly not be a tasty meal.

    Markus wouldn’t even turn around as the dying man gave his final curse, swearing some unknown vengeance upon them. Markus had hear it a thousand times, in some form or another. The curse of the dying, somehow always sounding as pitiful and weak as possible. Markus almost relished whatever was to come, he had yet to see any such promise turn into anything remotely exciting.

    “Sounds Good.” Markus would say simply. “Right behind you.” He added as him and Hela fell into step beside the man.




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    Masha appreciated the other DI soldier's comfort. She felt oddly at peace with death and that fact scared her. The Seventh Ambassador's brusque dealing with her grief didn't help the feeling either. Had she been unfeeling before? Or was the Ambassador bad with sadness? The better question was how the ambassador had known about her grief at all. Masha thought she'd hidden it rather well. The redhead cocked her head at the pink-haired woman. Scars along her thigh began to ache. Masha rubbed them, taking her attention off of the Ambassador. Answers for herself first, then she could pry into others.

    Nat introduced himself. From his tone and lack of familiarity, Masha drew the conclusion they hadn't know each other before she lost her memory. "I'm Masha. Nice to meet you!" She said happily. "I'd appreciate any help I can get. Losing your memory seems to be a nasty business. I can remember basics - like my magics, in part, speech, motor functions - but everything beyond that is a complete blank. I'd like to know as much as possible. Find my old self to find my new self, see?" She smiled widely, shrugging her shoulders innocently. Truthfully, the redhead was ecstatic. Someone to help with her search would potentially put her way ahead on the path to recovering her past. The more people helping, the faster she could gather enough to piece together her previous life. From there, she could move forward however she saw fit.

    The Seventh Ambassador's overwhelming confidence in DI touched a nerve with Masha. One she hadn't even known she had. Perhaps it was the prompt dismissal of her theory that really hurt. The redhead couldn't be positive. The redhead filed the feeling away for now. "What is the point of the Rune Knights if DI can strike anywhere? And why do dark guilds like Errings Rising or Rakshasa exist? It should be easy to wipe them out with DI resources, right?" Masha wanted to know why the Ambassador had such a strong belief in the guild. Furthermore, she wanted to know if this was a place she wanted to stay in. "And while the island is isolated, it still seems silly to settle here. Resources run out. Plus it is not easily defendable with their numbers. Otherwise, we wouldn't have gotten ashore easily. There's also the factor of your double..." Masha tapped her chin in thought. It seemed implausible that the double had been a spur of the moment thing. Unless there was a mage that had snuck into the guild... but that took preparation once again. "Are you sure this wasn't all done on purpose? That they weren't trying to draw Dies Irae here? Otherwise, how do you explain your double? And what if there are similar doubles of the other higher-ups?" The ball had started rolling in Masha's head. Theories formed rapidly. Some were plausible, others not so much. Regardless, the situation on the island was looking more and more dangerous. Yet instead of being scared, it invigorated Masha. The redhead couldn't wait to bust the bad guys.

    Masha kept quiet as the ambassador set a couple of things straight. The designation thing didn't sound pleasant at all. Sivvy sounded much nicer. Still, Masha waited until the Ambassador was finished to say anything. She took the folder back, tucking it back into her clothing. "I'm sorry if I caused you any discomfort, Madame Ambassador. Thank you for the information. And I think you're wrong about the folder. It might help me discover how I thought, Why I thought that way and perhaps give me a clue to how to find my memories again." Her head swirled with the new information. Dies Irae was a new guild. Ambassadors were Johann Von Weiss and Sivvy. Commander Amalie sat directly below them in command. Her blue folder was a strange fiction thing her previous self had been writing. Masha had a pretty good feeling of why the folder was written. A feeling hovered below her ribcage. It pressed deep into her heart. Something that carried over even after all the memories were gone. Masha put a hand over her stomach. "I... think I wrote it because I was lonely though. The stories radiate with it. The inability to connect to others. Constant sex scenes in an attempt to connect..." The redhead trailed off. Here and now was not a good place for self-introspection. It would all have to be examined later.

    As Masha's mind slowed down, the scents assaulting her nose started registering to her brain. A struggle between mind and stomach took place briefly. Sivvy used the time to talk to Nat. The slayer settled her nausea after a moment. "I could... send a message... if you wanted, Ambassador Sivvy." She said in between shallow breaths. Breathing too deep might bring back the nearly overwhelming nausea. Masha took a moment to control her queasy stomach. "I have magic related to sound. It wouldn't take much to transmit but I might need precise coordinates if it's private. Otherwise, the message would be heard by almost anyone in the vicinity." Whether Sivvy took the offer or not, Masha bent over to retch. Her nose, brain, and stomach weren't yet used to this kind of assault.

    Sivvy started talking about cephalopods. Ink? Acidic ink? The redhead was about to scratch her head when she heard the twig snap. Her body reacted, dropping into a defensive position. Her arms came up with her palms glowing with magic. How had she managed to do that? No time for that. The illusion dropped, revealing the army of dark mages. Sivvy started talking to them. Masha merely willed her magic to do as she wished. She was through trying to remember how she'd done it in the past. The spells she needed now may not have even been in her repertoire.

    A low sound reverberated out from Masha's throat. It washed over her allies, increasing their spell damage. A snap of her fingers also reduced all MP use for her allies by 50%. Scrolls unraveled under both of her hands. Masha smiled slowly as she touched each of them. Corresponding scrolls appeared around Nat's and Sivvy's heads along with her own. The slayer laughed softly, feeling the magic respond to her will. The DI spells would deal - with one last spell - near triple damage now while costing half as much mana. "Come on, boys and girls. Let the show begin!" She cried out, letting magic infuse her voice. A red wave washed over her allies.

    Masha decided to play the support role this round. She had no clue what her allies were capable of. Plus with the buffs she'd just handed Sivvy, they could probably sit back and watch the Ambassador decimate the enemy forces. "Nat, watch my back. I don't remember how to fully use my magic. The best I can do is play support for now until I can make the magic do what I want or remember how I used it in the past." Well, there was an overly destructive spell she could use but she preferred not to. It wasn't easy to control and Masha was worried it might hit Sivvy. It probably wouldn't hurt the Ambassador but it would distract her. That could be deadly in a fight like this.

    The dark mages seemed to know what they were doing. While many were attacking the Ambassador, several noticed the danger Masha presented. They turned their focus on her. The slayer bared her teeth, throwing a hand out in front of her. A transparent pink aura sprang into place around her body rapidly followed by a second layer. Seconds later, spells slammed into the redhead. When the smoke cleared, she was virtually untouched. Masha looked at her arm in wonder. "Uh... Nat? I don't know if you're still here, but I think I learned a defensive spell. Or two." Now, she wasn't a defenseless support mage! Still, there had to be more than she could do. Masha focused on what she wanted. She felt the drop in her mana as the spells took hold. This was so exciting!

    The redhead teleported across the battlefield. Her arms blurred, slamming into her opponent repeatedly. He died before hitting the ground. The outline of Masha's body blurred again, this time in response to her overwhelming speed. The redhead hunted on the battlefield. Other support mages were her targets as well as healers. She stalked each one, appearing, killing and disappearing repeatedly. Without any dedicated attack spells, Masha figured this was the best she could do for now. Ensuring weak opponents and that opponents stayed in the ground once put there. Still, it was thrilling! She loved the battlefield this time around. Able to trust in her teammates wholeheartedly, Masha could focus on her own task. All while making the world a safer place.

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    Nat continued to walk behind Sivvy and beside the girl who had introduced herself as Masha in the course of their conversation. He listened to the explanation his new companion is giving regarding her memory intently. His eyes fixed to hers, clearly interested in what she was saying because they are together in this crusade, they are his allies and every one of them counts. Smiling a bit at the end of her sentence, Nat's face lit up with  a gentle comfort intent on giving the redhead assurance that he will be happy to help nonetheless "Don't worry Masha, you won't have to live like that for long."

    Their little hike continued relatively peaceful, with the small banter between Masha and master Sivvy filling their space in their march. It was an interesting raptor though, and Nat made sure to remember some of the things they talked about, especially those that were in relation to the guild and was impressed by the capabilities of Dies Irae being able to assault evil everywhere making him believe even further that he was indeed in the right place. It however, begs the question of why indeed does the Rune Knights exist? Nat had an answer which was because he thought that they are nothing more than a political figure at this point. That the government seemingly looks like they have an answer to the threat of evil, even if they do not. No. Only they, in Nat's opinion, are the true arm of justice but this was an answer that was too strong for such conversation and kept it to himself. However though it, wasn't meant to say that those regarding the file Masha had was of no importance, it was merely that the registry of all guild related topics was first in his mind since Nat's mentor made mention of keeping a lookout for the other ambassador and some of their allies nearby for indeed things are getting more and more horrendous as they ventured further in. "Yes, master Sivvy." he replied sternly and immediately upon her orders. Admittedly however, he chose to ignore what Masha was saying when it was about her stories in the file because they felt... well... private.

    Not long after that, they had come across a pond of black ink which Sivvy inspected and deduced as acidic ink from a giant monster that had decimated the area. And as if on queue, more of their enemies appeared from an ambush, marked by the sound of a twig breaking in the distance that gave their position away, allowing for Sivvy to strike first. Nat held Ashbringer at the ready for another confrontation.

    There was no need to exchange pleasantries for the two parties. They knew what they were about and battle was the only left to do. Their enemies came for them quickly, lead by a mysterious woman who all wanted a piece of their leader, Sivvy. The nutrients from the cake he gave them were still surging in their bodies, which was a good thing for this fight because he wasn't sure there was still time to throw people cake with everyone having clashed weapons already, including Nat who found himself against a large man with a huge hammer.

    The force from the hammer head was heavy but most importantly, clumsy and reckless. He easily let it slide across his blade, sparks flying everywhere before his opponent's weapon struck the ground with a thud, while his blade still face the body of the dark mage quickly meeting it with a sudden upward slash the moment the hammer fell off of the blade. He had a moment to check on the others who were all relatively fine, even Masha who was able to defend herself with a spell that she didn't even know she had. It was a refreshing moment in battle, really, comedic even and gave his guildmate a thumbs up.

    That left him vulnerable for a few seconds however, and a bolt of of magic struck him, leaving a visible shock wave from where he was struck and left Nat flying out of the battlefield, disarming him of Ashbringer, leaving it on the ground where he once stood  and through bushes and small branches until finally he bumped onto a trunk of a tree and landed on a path. He didn't know how long he was flying for but it sure did hurt. A lot. He tried getting up slowly and noticed that he had landed on the trail of two Dies Irae members. One he had not seen ever, and the other a prominent figure he keeps seeing with master Sivvy. In fact, the silver haired gentleman looks to be the other ambassador Sivvy spoke of.

    Once he was able to get up, he healed himself with his magic but spoke in between breaths because he was tired. "Ambassador. Johann? I'm with... Master Ambassador Sivvy. We're... under attack... in a clearing... nearby."

    Having had a few seconds of rest, he was able to speak normally again and continued. "We'd appreciate the assistance, but if you have more pressing matters to attend to, I understand. I have to get back now." he said with respect, ending their meet with a bow before running off towards where he was flung from.

    It took him minutes to get back but he got back nonetheless. He tried to rush in for his sword but was pounced on by a large drooling dog that pinned him to the ground and tried to bite of his head while he squirmed underneath until he got a foot firm on the beast's belly and kicked him off. The dog tried to go again, this time with some of its 'friends' but fired upon in with his spell and exploded brutally with black blood that Nat instinctively shielded himself from with another spell.

    The dog's friends where covered in the substance and melted away while smoke evaporated from their bodies. "Careful! The dogs' blood are magically infused the acidic ink!" he shouted, warning the others of the danger they possess before heading off to kill the next bandit on his way, while being weary of the 4 remaining suicide bomb dogs.

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    Though Sivvy had dismissed most of what Masha said in favor of keeping her focus on the crusade at hand with a "now's not the time", she couldn't help but find herself thinking slightly about the theories on Dies Irae's capabilities and her theories about her 'double' and the island takeover being a trap even as they entered into battle at the ink pool. How could she explain to the amnesiac that her clone being present was something unique to her situation of being a clone and not something that could happen to everyone in the guild? It hadn't been on the radar as guild business before now. The ambassador knew there were many, many copies of herself in various situations, not including to the five clones active within the Magic Council. There was only one incident a few months ago that had her looking into some of her sisters with a nagging hunch, but she hadn't found any confirmation that any clones were active dark mages. Well, she hadn't had any confirmation until now. Until she'd seen the fear in the eyes of the survivors here. Fear of her. The connection was clear. Honestly, she didn't know what would happen if and when they came into contact with whichever clone was here. It wasn't ideal.

    The slayer needed to focus. The fact remained that her clone wasn't here amongst the dark mages facing them at this ink pool. Not that she could see. One of the unfortunate aspects of her sisters being identical to her was she couldn't smell them like she could other people. She was nose blind to her own scent, and thus the scent of all of her cloned 'siblings' unless they used magic that carried a scent she could identify them by. Since she didn't have any relationship with them, there was no way she'd be privy to such information. Among the faces she scanned of the enemies that rushed her and met their ends in droves, all were visible and none were her own. Unless an illusion continued to ask more enemies, this clone debacle would wait until this small army was decimated.

    Upon charging through the riff-raff in her way and leaving a wake of blood and death, Sivvy reached the woman in the bleak armor and the smug face. As predicted, the woman seemed to have little care for the carnage that just befell her underlings. Two of her more immediate henchmen began to mobilize in her defense, but she held an arm out to disarm them. "I'll handle her, boys," the dark mage grinned toothily, waiting until the two fell back to a safe distance, curiously inert.

    As a good guild master should, she quickly glanced to make sure her two companions were doing alright. Masha seemed to be getting reacquainted with her abilities and Nat was fighting a man with a hammer. Both seemed fine, so she focused on her fight instead. As per Dies Irae's values, her guild members should be strong and disciplined enough to handle any threat. Their convictions should drive them onward, giving them no option of failure. Falling to a dark mage was unacceptable. The wrench in that was Nathaniel's newness and Masha's obvious aforementioned issues, the latter of which was a complication she wished hadn't been introduced. This quest to save an entire island's population and utterly eradicate the shadowy threat was not the place for an identity crisis and relearning lost knowledge. How had she even ended up on this expedition? No, again she told herself to focus. Whatever happened would happen, but Sivvy could not fail here. The armored mage slowly baring down on her deserved her deadly attentions.

    The bulky female launched an attack that brightened Sivvy's eyes, a reaction she'd clearly not been expecting. The jagged pieces of dark metal that jutted out of the back of her metallic suit at such speed usually brought at least a little alarm from her enemy. All the ambassador saw was a much-needed snack. Her mentee's cake and its buffs were still with her as were Masha's magical support, but the belly of the metal dragon slayer was never satisfied and even rumbled at the thought of the meal she was about to be served. Carmine eyes eagerly watched the ragged ribbons that tried to slice and rip her flesh, but she merely danced out of the way and then lunged back in to try and grab it. Reflexively the dark mage yanked her flexible blades back, unsure why the woman didn't just deflect them or continue to evade. Trying to grab it could mean nothing good. Her mind whirled at the implications. To test the waters a little more pragmatically. Lifting an armored arm, she launched a black iron spike at her Dies Irae foe, wisely becoming wary of the ambassador.

    A loud clash of metal on metal sounded, and the armored lady thought she'd figured out her gaffe. The legal mage also had metal magic. No matter. She was confident in her expertise...for about a second. "You've made a mistake," Sivvy spoke, almost sounding taunting to anyone who didn't know her. While not a taunt, the confidence in her words was unmistakable. The metallic spike she had stopped in her own metal-skinned hand was wrenched from her enemy's control and brought to the ambassador's mouth. Teeth bared down on it and easily ripped a chunk out of the black metal, and after a few chews, she swallowed it and returned to it to devour it more quickly. "Delicious." Truthfully it wasn't delicious. There was a strange acrid taste to it, and the slight burning she felt inside was telling. The metal's scent wasn't unlike the ink pool, though the amount it was laced with wasn't enough to put her down. Had she dipped her armor into the ink beforehand? If so, that was more clever than she'd given the evil woman credit for, but would deal with later.

    Beneath the darkened helmet's open guard, the scowl was clear to Sivvy. A few more test attacks were thrown by a foe that was hesitant to believe her mastery wouldn't best the metal eater, and Siv was more than happy to devour them to keep up the intimidation. Just this little bit of skirmish between the two mages with similar magic but highly different values took mere seconds, potentially blurred to the average onlooker, but it was enough. Knowing her attacks would only fuel the enemy and that dodging the precise attacks that followed would result in her death, the Highbrand knight quickly changed it up. "Ma'am!" the two watching from afar cried, but again she held up an arm to keep them at bay. "Don't worry! I'm no one-trick pony!

    Though it was a dent in her ego for sure, the knightly woman did not possess the virtues normally indicative of wearers of such armor. Sivvy was stronger than he expected, and now knew the bulk of her ambush team was dispatched so quickly not because of their inexperience or weakness, but because she was extremely skilled. Now that she was closer, sensing the gap in their magical strengths was staggering, leading to her fighting dirty. Reaching an arm out, a spin of a black finger bubbled and swirled the ink in the pool. There was a reason she was so valuable to this dark guild. She controlled the Kraken's ink. She controlled the Kraken. Levitating a handful of viscous goop, she twitched the finger and the blobs launched at Sivvy like corrosive bullets. Knowing they would eat through her metal and skin with ease, Sivvy teleported out of the way and closer to her enemy in a dodge and attack combo, her summoned sword's blade jabbing toward to pierce her armored neck.

    "I wouldn't," the woman said sharply, grinning as the blade stopped with its tip lightly pricking the tender flesh of her throat. So much for the armor's protection. The blade had pierced it as if it hadn't been there. She felt blood dripping from the contact, soaking into her underclothes. Still, the devilish light in her eyes gave Sivvy lightning-fast pause. This enemy knew something she didn't and was about to reveal it. As much as she'd love to believe this was just a cheap ploy to delay the inevitable and she could skip it by pushing the blade forward, it just made sense that there was more to this ambush than an unwise head-on attack. "Explain," Sivvy demanded, giving the blade a nudge hard enough for the woman to flinch and swallow hard. The pinkette had no patience for games, especially not when she was being corroded from the inside and had to pretend it wasn't affecting her. "Just look at the pool," the dark knight chuckled, gesturing with the same hand that had swirled the ink, though this time it seemed to be intended for one of her underlings.

    One of the mages, now clearly the one with the illusion magic, dropped the last illusion at the center of the pool. It was a plateau with a group of innocent survivors, huddled together and terrified atop their small piece of safe earth. "Stop fighting. Call off all your little friends all over the island, or these simple fruit farmers will fizz away into nothing," she put forth her threat. The other mage hanging back, reached both arms forward, shaking the plateau just enough for the poor islanders to scream and drop to their knees. Sivvy's strained eyes shifted from the innocents to the woman she held at her blade's tip, pausing.

    This was quite a moral dilemma for a girl who doesn't truly know how to gauge these things. Kill the bad guys at all costs, even if that cost was some of the people they were trying to rescue? Or should she risk letting the dark mages win and live, just to save the small group over the island as a whole? It seemed clear that it'd be pointless to save these innocents only to leave them in the tyrannical rule of their oppressors. They wouldn't be saved at all, just maybe alive..and who could tell how much longer they'd stay alive. Every bit of her training by Dr. Raelin screamed that it was most efficient to the mission to disregard the doomed group. Just a casualty of war. But it also felt like letting them die was wrong per her newer set of parameters. Much of her creator's teachings hadn't lined up with those of Johann and Dies Irae, leading her to slowly drop them and relearn. It was wrong, right? Letting them die? But how could she keep them from dying without agreeing to the demand and pulling back? Sivvy longed for Johann or Amalie to tell her the right answer but knew she was on her own. Her anxiety became palpable, reflected back at her in the wicked eyes of her opponent. Nathaniel being launched off far into the distance put her in an even harder position because that made them even more outnumbered and she can't count on anyone to try and save the people at the center of the pool in time. There was no way to mount a proper rescue. Masha didn't have control enough of her magic to somehow pull that off, especially without coordination. She didn't have the luxury of coordinating an attempt. From what she could feel, Johann and Markus were already in battle closer to the heart of the island and likely couldn't come to aid them, even if she did sense her mentee near them now. The likelihood they'd all make it back here in time was just as unlikely as Johann and Markus abandoning their positions. This was a split-second decision, one of Sivvy's growing number of weaknesses.

    The armored lady thought she'd won. The stressed look on the legal mage's face was telling. No matter how strong a filthy legal mage was, they were always soft. Spare the innocents! No doubt she'd decide to bring the islanders to safety and then would call off her guild to regroup, and by then they'd be far more prepared to do to Dies Irae what Dies Irae planned to do to them. They'd round up all the innocents this time to use as leverage and meat shields. The island was just about depleted of resources anyway! They hardly needed any locals to harvest the last of the fruit trees, and before long this small cell of Highbrand mages would move on to their next victim. Toting a win against such a supposedly strong force for justice, their influence would only spread! A deep laugh bubbled up from her gut, forcing its way out of her throat despite the movement digging the blade deeper into her skin. The pain was nothing in comparison to the euphoric high from this power she now held over someone so much stronger than she was. The laugh was sick and twisted, relishing in the confusion and anguish on Sivvy's face.

    The evil knight had again misread the situation. Even as the conflicted confusion faded away into anguish and then back to stoic acceptance, the armored woman guffawed. "Hahahaha! Didn't see that coming, did you, justice-guzzling trash!" she celebrated, reaching up to try and move the arm with the blade, but it wouldn't move. "You've lost! It's time to lick your wounds! Hahahaha!" Sivvy still didn't move, though an involuntary spasm of her diaphragm pushed some blood from her damaged esophagus and stomach out to drip from the corner of her mouth. "Hahaha! You're not even as tough as I thou--"

    The crimson dripping from Sivvy's lips was soon matched by her antagonist but on a grander scale. The blade that the woman had thought would never move forward did just that, lodging deep within her throat with a sickening squelch. The two stared into each other's eyes, and though the knight could no longer speak, her widened eyes spoke loudly enough. This was not the outcome she'd expected and justice was much colder than she thought. If the ambassador's eyes were any indication, she and everything around her would become a frozen wasteland.

    Sivvy didn't linger. In a last-ditch effort to have her cake and eat it too, she left the blade in the knight's neck, leaving her to choke, bleed out, and die. Sivvy rocketed to the island in the middle of the inky black, not even having a plan on how to get so many people off it at once, but no plan would have helped. As soon as her foot touched it, the screaming earth mage behind the down knight violently whipped his hands downward, and the plateau promptly sank. Sivvy could only grab the closest villager, a single female child, before the acid licked at her boots and rapidly ate them away. The relief on the mother's face was bittersweet as she kicked off at the last moment with only the little girl in her arms, leaving the other fifteen to cry until they dissolved. Landing with burned bare feet back on the pool's edge. She turned the crying child's face away from her mother's fate while she gazed upon the consequences of her actions. The feeling in her gut was unfamiliar, but it was very different than the pain she felt from the acidic damage. This was something complex, something emotional, and thus something she couldn't quite understand or deal with right now.

    Since that was over and there appeared to be no more traps and ploys, Sivvy moved the young girl out of the way and instructed her to shut her eyes and cover her ears. The slayer was awful with children. She didn't understand them. She did know that it would only hurt the child more to watch what Sivvy was about to do, so if that could be avoided it'd be best.

    By the time Nat made it back, it was already done. The group of innocents was dead and dying in the pool of acidic Kraken ink and Sivvy was beside herself. Literally. In her thirst for the heads of these dark mages, she accessed the time magic held within her requip weapons and summoned a version of herself from somewhere else in time, something she hadn't been aware she could do before this very moment and would have been much more helpful in the previous moments to try and save the people. What could have been utilized to help would now only reign decimation down on the remaining enemies.

    In the blink of an eye, both Sivvys flickered out of view. The summoned Sivvy copied the pale blue ax decorated with a wolf's head that had appeared in the summoner Sivvy's hands. Both Big Bad Wolf axes crackled with sinister electricity, and though the chains they were attached to were hazardous from spikes, both women gripped them tightly to keep control. What happened next was not for the faint of heart. Embarking on a righteous massacre, the two channeled the requips' abilities and blinked around the battlefield as if they'd become the crackling lightning themselves. Everywhere they appeared cause dozens of the remaining leaderless dark mages to fall into bloody piles, or others crumpling in on themselves from electrocution powerful enough to either stop their hearts or stun them long enough for the blade to swing out and make easy work of them. Dismembered bodies thumped to the ground at an alarming rate, even the ink-combusting dogs and their handlers that had assaulted Nathaniel upon his return. Any enemy that wasn't currently being taken care of by Masha and Nathaniel was put down like the rabid beasts they seemed to be. There was not a shred of mercy in her for these dark souls. She felt that even the ground was too good to be painted with their gore.

    In a puff of blue aura and time-winding script, her summoned self returned back to its proper point in the timeline. She returned to the child she'd saved and took her by the hand, walking ahead enough to but the sights and scents of demise out of range. The child was probably in shock, given the terror and grief she was probably experiencing, or maybe she was blindly obedient because she dared not cross the blood-spattered warrior that tugged her along. Either way, they two silently waited for Sivvy's guildmates to rejoin her, presuming they didn't need her help further. If all things went according to expectation, they'd once more begin making their way toward the center of the island, where the other ambassador and the rest of their guild were likely already in the thick of slaughter.



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    Post by Johann on 26th February 2020, 1:03 pm


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    Somewhat unaware of the scenarios that played out across the island, a circumstance that would perhaps do the Ambassador more good than he realized, Johann's eyes wandered as he walked, joined still by Markus. His stride carried a proud conviction, the determination to save the people of this island, to stop the grasp of evil before it could close shut around this place and its people if it had not already been too late. Plumes of smoke rose all around, the gradually dissipating grey reaching skyward. The ground, in places, appeared disturbed, sometimes strangely charred, splintered and collapsed trees dotting the roadside. A result of the devastation these people had brought, and the battles that now raged to remove this stain once and for all. It was a good moment to appreciate the work that the soldiers of the guild's strike team were doing, united today in but a single goal, demonstrating to the silver-haired mage that he was the closest to his ideals he had ever been, that his dream was not only viable, no, it was righteous, as well. He was convinced that Dies Irae had the potential to save Kenrojima, his simmering anger slowly giving way to a stern sense of confidence, the hope that his efforts had not been misplaced bringing with it a sense of fulfillment. These emotions were short-lived and swiftly stored away once again, Johann displaying none of his thought, his expression marked by cold stoicism. This was a war, after all. There was neither the time nor the room to fool around, every lost second meaning more potential devastation, more innocent blood spilled, more suffering. Something the man wouldn't be able to bear on his conscience.

    Though somewhat occupied with his own thoughts for a few brief instances, Johann was almost comically reminded that this area was still, at current, what amounted to the equivalent of a battlefield, a shape flying past not too far away before crashing into a tree, Johann's steps came to an immediate halt, his head instinctively following the path of what Johann soon came to realize was a young man, the argent-haired Ambassador raising an eyebrow in what was a moment of perplexed surprise. The other was clad in a uniform of the guild, though, causing Johann to divert from his path and walk towards the other, who, in a display of resilience, had promptly begun rising back up after being knocked down. Before Joh could ask him if he was injured, though, let alone the soldier's name, the other had already begun babbling away, seemingly recognizing the Ambassador. The Blonde man seemed fine, at least, if out of breath, though mentioned Sivvy before storming off once more, giving Johann not much of a chance to even address him or react to his presence. "Sivvy is in trouble?", he inquired with a hint of concern in his tone, though the other was already gone before he could answer. Johann took a deep breath. He'd just have to check himself, then, though he had a hard time imagining that his fellow Ambassador struggled to a degree that required his acute intervention.

    Johann closed his eyes, his aura expanding, stretching outward like a bubble as his magic swept over the island, a wave of subtle energy delivering immediate feedback. Although he didn't have eyes on her, Johann could feel her magical signature, and in a way similar to echolocation, his magic aided him in visualizing an image, impressions of Sivvy as she ferociously cut through a band of dark mages flooding his mind. The aura dissipated, the silver-haired Ambassador of Dies Irae opening his eyes. A smirk found its way onto the man's expression. The girl really had come quite far.

    "Our assistance will not be necessary", Johann spoke with calculating tone, the small gesture of satisfaction vanishing as quickly as it had come. He turned back to the pathway before him, and, assuming the Chaos Mage was still with him at this point, would address the man in a curt manner. "We'll keep going". The Ambassador resumed, hurrying forward at the previous pace. After all, they had a new goal ...

    Apart from this incident, the Ambassador went on relatively undisturbed. He would have expected a resistance that was somewhat more ... fierce, at least, given that the numbers of mages that belonged to Dies Irae were negligible when compared to the army the bandit leader had described to him, if he could be believed at all, that was. And while his ability to read people was not exactly one of the God of Ishgar's strengths, he had seen the simple, but telling fear within the other's eyes. It was difficult to misinterpret. Yet, there had been something about the dying man's words that had stuck with the Ambassador, past fear, past hatred. There had been a certainty in his voice. With such confidence had the man proclaimed that they would not just be beaten, killed, no, there had been something else entirely, as well. Something sinister. Nothing more than a dying man's delusion? The though caused Johann's brows to inch closer together slightly. It shouldn't have impacted the man with the argent hair as much as it did, he would have to wait and see for himself, and yet, a nervous feeling spread through his gut. The sense that something about this was off ... way, way off.

    The first indicator that gave such away was the lingering scent. The closer the Ambassador got to their target location, the air, at first subtly, but increasingly so, carried a sweet, almost metallic smell, intensifying with every step he took. His heightened senses aided in reinforcing the sense of nervousness, not allowing the silver-haired male to shake off these sensory impressions as he walked. His brows furrowed closer together as his eyes narrowed. Next came the crows. An unusually high concentration of the creatures. The cries of the charcoal avians that lined the broken, burned trees filled rang out in excess, their shrill, night constant screams sending a shiver down the Ambassador's spine. The uncomfortable, nervous feeling from before gradually turned into a morbid expectation. Something terrible had occurred on this island, and he had the feeling he would very soon find out what had happened with his own eyes.

    "Johann ...", the deep voice of Mars rang out within the back of his head, a familiar stir within him bringing the Ambassador's attention to the Second Seal. "You should turn back. What you will find on this battlefield will bring you nothing but misery". The silver-haired vessel almost raised an eyebrow. The concern in the Nephilim's normally so playful, erratic voice was alarming. And indeed, the Lord of War had enough experience to know what was to come. He had lived through this exact scenario many, many times over the course of his existence ... and he knew the God of Ishgar well enough to know how the human would react to the sight that would unfold before him. The Seal knew that Johann was a man of strong ideals and convictions, but he was naive, ignorant to the harshest realities of War that Mars was all too intimately familiar with. He also knew that Johann was stubborn. "It's too late to go back now. You and I, Mars, we have a mission, a duty to the people of this island". The old man was a fool ... but he had made his choice. Johann could feel the Seal's attitude shift back to his usual self, the cackle of the Nephilim echoing through his mind, "Tssehehe ... as you wish, Ambassador", placing a taunting emphasis on the last word. As much as it amused the Seal to give his vessel a hard time, though, he knew that the man's path was set in stone. It had been worth a try, but all he could do now was stand by and watch as Johann learned. He would break, but Mars, regardless of what he said or how he acted, would try to support him as much as he could. Of course, the Seal would never say so out loud.

    The path before them was clear, and the way to the city had not been an exceptionally long one. What separated from reaching the location of their desire would be, at this point, no more than a metaphorical stone toss over a row of hills, the heavy feeling of dread only weighing heavier on the silver-haired man until finally, the last hurdle was crossed as the Ambassador caught sight of the city in the distance, imposing stone walls encircling the large and undoubtedly old settlement. His gaze, however, was not locked on the settlement, instead swerving over what had seemingly once been farmland, widening, trembling in raw shock, unbelieving of the scene they beheld.

    The Ambassador had expected devastation, he had seen what they had done to this island, he had expected murder, destruction, and other injustices of a similar kind. What he saw with his own eyes at this moment, the man wouldn't have dreamed of. He could feel his stomach turn, the world around him beginning to spin for a brief moment, raising a hand to his mouth, struggling to, for more than just a passing moment, hold back the sickness that overcame him.

    The foul stench that flooded his nose overshadowed even the smell of rot and decay that he had experienced in Tsak Ordahic. With every breath, the sour, disgusting taste of dried blood filled his mouth and brought back the sensation of sickness. Reflexively, the Ambassador averted his eyes, struggling to grasp the scope of the evil that he had borne witness to, only to wander back onto the sight before him, only now fully realizing what exactly he was looking at.

    Hundreds upon hundreds of wooden spikes littered the area outside the city walls, thousands, too many to count at a glimpse. On each and every single spike was placed a single dead individual, all bodies in an obviously different state of decay and, disturbingly, in various states of excessive, brutal, and humiliating forms of contortion, disfigurement, and torture. The ground was stained red from dry blood, and it was no secret that swarms of crows had partaken, and were still partaking in what they considered an excessively grand feast. Mars' voice rang out in the silver-haired man's mind, though the latter barely registered it. "This is it. The harsh reality of war. It doesn't discriminate". The Second Seal seemed entirely unfazed by the sight.

    Instinctively, it dawned on the silver-haired man why the bandit had been so thoroughly confident. He, they, had done it before. It was already far too late. Far too late to make any significant difference. Far too late to be the heroes that rescued the oppressed people of this territory. Far too late to save this island. Dies Irae was simply far too late. They, he, had failed. Monumentally so. The Ambassador knew that what he was looking at at this very moment, with his own two eyes, was the majority of this island's population, beaten, broken, murdered in cold blood, slaughtered like cattle, and displayed like a gruesome demonstration of power, an example to instill fear. Soldiers, civilians, men, women, children. It didn't matter. The God of Ishgar's thoughts were racing, Johann feeling like he was about to lose consciousness, though Mars' intervention prevented that. Images of death, begging cries of despair, pain, suffering flashed past the man's inner eye. Images of his own childhood, the things that had occurred on Amber Island in a circumstance that was almost morbidly familiar to this one. The Ambassador struggled to process it, his first impulse the desire to lash out, though now confronted with the impression that he could have prevented this, that this was his own personal failing, that hundreds, thousands of innocents had died because he was simply too late, that this mission was a failure from the very beginning, his attention turned inward. What was the point of the guild if it couldn't protect those in need? What was the point in struggling for justice when things like this were reality? Why did he fight, train, suffer, spare no effort to attain all of this power when it couldn't be used to save them?

    Guilt would quickly turn into self-loathing, and self-loathing turned into burning hate. The anger was such that it felt like the Ambassador was going to choke, rage closing its invisible grip around his throat, his eyes still locked on the image before him. "There is nothing you could've done", the Second Seal's voice echoed once more, sensing the distress within the man. "These people, this group you are dealing with ... they are merciless. No honor, no dignity. Naught more than beasts, inspired by bloodlust". It was obvious that the seal steered the attention away from the Ambassador's thoughts. "If you wish to help, there is not much left you can do ... except-", the Seal paused briefly, "-exact revenge on their behalf. If you truly wish to make a difference, my little vessel ...", Mars cackled, not without his keeping his own goals in mind, "... then, with my assistance, once and for all rid the world of this wretched evil, tssehehe".

    The Ambassador hesitated, though the basis had been provided by the Seal, the Lord of War's influence, like a wave of nausea, gripping his mind, the God of Ishgar's vision blurring momentarily. Mars was right. These people were the sole reason for this. If people like them didn't exist none of this would've happened to begin with. Every single one of them was at fault, every single one was guilty. It was his purpose, his duty to ensure that they were wiped out to the last. For what they had done, and so that they could never do harm again, all of them, every last one, would be punished for their sins. The hate, anger the man felt was forced outwards, his body almost reacting on its own. The Ambassador reached for his hat, taking the item off and discarding it, similarly removing his coat and tossing it to the side.

    This was no longer a rescue operation ...

    ... No ...

    ... This would be a massacre.

    Letter by letter, one after the other, the runes on the Ambassador's skin began to glow, charcoal scripture etched deeply into his body suddenly set alight in an array of prismatic colors that crawled across his form. His eyes, changing color in a similar way to before, were alight with magical force, his expression dominated by an ice-cold fury, unblinking eyes locked forward. The man opened his mouth, taking a deep breath before speaking to the other entity within him, his tone almost a hiss, his voice trembling with hate.

    "Give me everything you can. There will be no more restraint".

    The Second Seal only cackled in response, allowing his power to flow freely through the vessel the two beings shared. "It will be my pleasure".

    With a low hum, the air around the God of Ishgar began to grow icy as he began to concentrate, a subtle breeze picking up into ever-stronger winds as he accumulated magical power within his body. An increasingly forceful pressure started bearing down on anything nearby. Wordlessly, the man stretched out his right hand horizontally and parallel to his shoulder, the guild symbol on his hand radiating with a red hue, sparks of crimson energy escaping from the cross as he closed the hand. With a low rumble, sigils lit up on the ground beneath, forming a massive magic circle around him, bearing the same red cross within its midst, the insignia of Dies Irae flaring up as he invoked the guild spell. Seemingly from nothing, a shape coalesced within the grasp of his hand, sanguine energy manifesting into a physical form, creating, at first, a hilt, then, slowly, a thin, long blade that protruded from it before ultimately peaking in a pointed edge, completing the Gospel of Execution, the magic circle vanishing, leaving behind the sword within the God of Ishgar's grasp.

    The light show had not come and gone unnoticed. From within the walled city, horns rang out, one, at first, then a second one, others joining in to alarm the rest of the dark guild that they were under attack. It wouldn't save them either way. The Ambassador lowered his arm, the guild mark on his hand and the blade within crackling with arcs of crimson energy. The road continued through the tainted farmland all the way to a gate, stone buildings separated by narrow streets, paths, and alleyways reaching over the walls behind it. With the first sound of a horn, however, the gate, two massive, reinforced slabs of solid wood and steel, were slammed shut with a heavy, resounding thud.

    "Pathetic", their efforts earning nothing but ridicule from the silver-haired man.

    Now raising his other hand, the Ambassador of Dies Irae concentrated once more. His fingers curled into a cramped claw, all pointing towards the structure designed to withstand intrusion. A second would pass, Johann's hand trembling before finally, he closed his fingers into a fist, sparks of magic bursting from the limb as he did. At the gate, in a fashion that was almost instantaneous, a minuscule orb of antimatter would be created, suspended in the air before the structure for a fleeting moment. Then, with a loud crash, at first, and a brief, blinding flash, the material would combust. The resulting explosion was enormous, immediately swallowing not just the gate, but a good portion of the wall, the buildings behind it, and everything else unfortunate enough to be present within its vicinity. Flames washed over everything that was not instantly disintegrated in the initial explosive burst, and a wave of pressure rippled out from the center of the explosion, ripping apart anything it could as it washed over the land, a low rumble, like thunder, echoing across all of Kenrojima. The ground trembled with the enormous forces released in the attack, and after a few seconds, dust and smoke had begun covering the vicinity of the blast, reaching skyward and continuing to drift up. The gate, on the other hand, had been reduced to atoms, a crater left behind where it had stood strong just a moment ago. The Ambassador wouldn't waste this opportunity, slow, calm steps carrying him forward towards the city, blade firmly in hand, the path to victory now clear.




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    Post by Amalie on 3rd March 2020, 7:15 pm

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    Body by body they would descend, lowered by the joint efforts of the Dies Irae mages. Her heart panged with pain for every member of the dead they brought down, for the indiscriminate slaughter the dark mages had put upon them. As the blue-haired woman looked upon the others, she could only hope that they were at peace, although something told her that this wasn't the cause. An innate feeling, she couldn't place it but there was a knowing. They hadn't moved on, not all of them. Anima... can we do something? She asked the Nephilim, his magic was tied to souls and to the other side. I can.. but Amalie, it is frowned upon to intervene in the laws of nature. The remaining souls, the ones you sense wandering limbo. They are there for a reason. It may not be what you wish to hear, but this is all a part of Father's plan. Just trust that you have eased their eternal sufferings by taking them down from their shameful hanging.

    Her fist's clenched, his words only fuelling a soft rage brewing inside her once more. Her frustrations at hearing such reasoning, it was events such a these that always brought concepts such as 'Gods plan' into question. And if it wasn't for the fact that this was a tragedy caused by the hands of dark mages, then the full extent of her rage may have been redirected. All that mattered now was saving the civilians and ridding this island of it's dark inhabitants. As the final body came down from the beams, Amalie and Joffrey stood side by side, solemn. Unsure of what words befitted this situation, she could feel Anima's coaxing, feel his suggestion. He wanted her to say a prayer, although he was holding back due to her rage. She sighed, despite her feelings it was better than nothing. After a moment, the words spilled into her mind and she would speak them softly. The large halls of the church causing her words to echo as she spoke; "Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them. May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen."

    The church fell silent once more, a small tear rolling down her cheek as briefly her resolve was broken. Whether Joffrey saw this or not mattered not to the woman at this point, he himself was a sobbing mess, reeking of regurgitation. Amalie wiped her face of the tear, before addressing her assistant with something else on her mind. "We should search the rest of the church. It's faint but I can sense magic in the building." She told him, turning away from the bodies now resting on benches, pushing deeper into the building. She guided her own magical senses, probing the magical signature with her own. The closer she was to the magic, the more it would resist her own, pushing back as she pressed forth. It was stronger towards the podium, the tension she felt increasing as she stepped closer. She moved to the alter, feeling it's intensity rise but not quite. She would step toward the chancel, her blue irises searching the space around her. As she glanced down she noticed the edge of a  burgundy rug, it's corner dog-eared slightly, as thought pulled in on itself on more than one occasion.

    She crouched down, grasping the edge of the fabric, she pulled it back revealing as she had suspected; a trap door underneath. She called Joffrey over, before reaching down and pulling back the handle. She felt resistance, as though it had been locked from the inside. Which only suggested to the woman that someone was down there. She clenched her fist, rasping her knuckles against the wood softly. "Hello? Is anyone there?" She called softly, listening for a response. It was soft, but she heard a small scuffling from beneath the wood. "We're hear to help you, to stop the dark mages who have taken this land for their own." She explained further, before pausing, trying to think of a way to coax them out. "I won't hurt you, you have my word." She would look over at Joffrey, kneeling there in pause. Several moments passing, stretched out as they waited in anticipation for something. For anything.

    Until finally, there was a moving inside, hushed voices whispering hastily and then a loud click that reflected that of an lock being undone. The trap door would lift open a young pair of wide-dark eyes peering out at her. A boy, no older than fifteen with a face full of suspicion and fear. Amalie's expression softened, "Hello, my name is Amalie, I am a Commander amongst the soldiers of Dies Irae. We are a faction who have come to free your people. What's your name?" She asked delicately. The boy glanced from her to Joffrey, he was cautious, she could understand that, given everything that he'd endured. "Mason." He answered quietly, following which he would ask.  "How can I trust you?" She smiled softly, "Because If I meant you harm I wouldn't have knocked. Mason, our guild, we're fighting the dark mages, the people that have wronged you. I assure you, we will defeat them, but to do so easily we need to get as many civilians out of the way that we can. We have ship, it's protected, I can take you and anyone else hiding down there with you to safety." She told him, hopeful that she might be able to convince him. She could see the turmoil in his gaze, his wavering trepidations combating with his attempt at bravery.

    "We... they can't. Our parents they... I can't let them see it." He said, his firm tone weakened with sadness, the Articulation mage's eyes filled with sorrow as she put the pieces together. The others she could sense, they were children, the children of those who had been hung. Those that had died had done so in the hopes of keeping their children safe and hidden from the dark mages. It added an element to her determination in saving them, to do so and ensure that those who were murdered did not die in vain. Suddenly Joffrey spoke up from behind her, breaking his own silence. "I can help. With...not letting them see."  He said, Amalie glanced to him as he meaning dawned on her. Joffrey wasn't especially skilled with combat magic, but something he did have was illusion magic. "With Joffrey's magic, they won't see them. It'll be as though the church is empty, right Joffrey?" She confirmed to which he would nod. Despite her words, he still seemed uncertain. "When this is all over, we'll come back and lay them to rest properly, that I promise you."

    Minutes passed as he considered this, each moment feeling as though it was dragged out longer than it was. Until finally, he nodded, Amalie sighed in relief. Keen to get a move on, the longer they wasted the more likely they were to get caught. She signalled Joffrey to start the spell, an action he quickly obliged. Turning from her, he brought his hands up, waves of energy rippling from him. The spell itself was harmless, one of the things she'd learned when training with Joffrey in the past, but nonetheless effective. Once the room was camouflaged by his spells, even to Amalie it appeared empty, just a church, no bodies.  "You can come out now." Mason's pushed open the trap door fully, softly he called to the others further into the hidden cellar. And so, one by one they climbed out, their small petrified faces causing an ache in Amalie's heart. Small feet climbed out of the trapdoor, gathering around they looked on. Amalie did a count, fifteen of them, an assortment of various ages. Mason was the oldest, and the youngest would appear to be around six years of age. Which brought another question to her mind in regards to their ages, although it wasn't something she was ready for to deal with the possible answer. Right now she couldn't allow herself to be consumed in more devastation, she needed to focus on saving them.

    "Stay close, follow my lead. I will save you all." She instructed, before turning to Joffrey, "Cover the rear, make sure the kids remain between us at all times." She ordered, the two of them ushered the children into pairs. Swiftly they would begin to guide them out of the churches,  returning once more to the outdoors. They begun they're path across the remains of the city, Amalie following the path she had taken prior in order to guide the children back to the ships. They managed to keep a steady pace, it would have been better to move faster, but she knew that the children would only be able to keep such a speed for so long. It was a fair stretch between the church and the beach. They had covered quite some ground before one of the smaller girls shrieked in alert, causing Amalie to whip her head round. Her momentary panic quickly settled as she laid her eyes on a familiar pink-haired woman.

    "Sivvy! Thank goodness, Don't worry she's my friend." She assured the children, before returning her attention back to 'Sivvy'."I'm bringing some civilians back to the ship, how is the mission progressing thus far?" Those familiar carmine eyes would look upon them, although Amalie noticed there was something off about her friends gaze, as though there was nothing behind it. Entirely empty. "Siv?" Suddenly the pinkette leapt forward, moving at dangerous speed towards the Commander. Her hands brandishing two wooden blades that Amalie was barely able to avoid. "Sivvy! What are you doing?!" she asked, instinctively moving to create space between them and the children. Joffrey rushed forward, standing protectively in front of the young.

    'Sivvy' surged forth again, moving in a rhythmic dance of well-aimed attacks. Amalie barely ducking and diving out of the way, narrowly avoiding her. When she saw an opening, the blue haired leapt forward, grabbing the girls arms, she would pull them across, holding her in place. "Sivvy stop! What has gotten into you!" She barked, her eyes exploring those of her friends, and yet as she did so, she found nothing. They were void of anything, almost as if Sivvy wasn't there anymore. The sharp pain rippled through Amalie's body, looking down to her side her eyes fell on a what appeared to be a vine that had torn into her side. Amalie let go of one arm, reaching down to tear it out of her. Letting out a agonised groan as it's bloody tendril tore from her flesh.  A gunshot fired out of nowhere, the bullet narrowly skimming past 'Sivvy' causing her to jump back in caution. Suddenly Joffrey was there, grabbing his Commanders arm with his free hand, he yanked her back with all his force. The act of which would cause her to stumble back onto the ground, reeling as more pain shot through her side.

    And then suddenly there was quiet. Amalie looked back over to where her assailant was. Joffrey stood in front of her, one palm facing her. It took Amalie a moment to realise that he was putting up another mirage, she watched at the woman who would be her ambassador watched whatever it was he was showing her. Although Amalie couldn't see it, it seemed to be convincing enough for her to turn away. Kicking off the ground at immense speed, she moved on as though moving to hunt down another target. After several excruciating minutes, she was out of sight completely and Joffrey turned back to them. He moved over to her, kneeling down, "Forgive my... intervening Commander, I couldn't stand by and do nothin, I showed her us teleporting away, which should hopefully buy us some time." He said, Amalie met his gaze, shocked by the actions of her assistant. It was a risky move, had she seen past his illusion she could have cut him down. But it had worked, his reckless bravery sparing them. "It's fine, you did what you had to. Thank you Joffrey." She looked down at the wound in her side, blood staining her clothes. She pulled forth her magic, surging it at the point of her wound. "Heal."

    Pain rippled through the women once more, she cried out clutching her side which was now throbbing. Something was wrong, she looked down bewildered, checking the wound. It had healed over, no longer bleeding, but the skin was marred and the flesh there was tinged with green. It's Poison, you need to return to the ship immediately. You are no longer safe on this battlefield. Anima said, his voice strained with frustration. "I don't understand, why would our Ambassador attack you? Was she bewitched?" He queried, Amalie looked at him. Remembering the nature of the attack, it wasn't a spell she'd ever seen Sivvy used. At least not in that element, Sivvy's attacks were usually weapons or metals, but this was more... organic. Then there was another detail she knew about her friend, that she was made artificially made. Which begged the question, was she the only one. "No... I don't...I don't think that was Sivvy at all." With great strain, she climbed to her feet. Straightening up, she pushed past the pain, she needed to appear strong for the children after all. "We need to move quickly, I need to get back to the others to warn them. But first, let's get this kids to safety." With that they would continue their path to the ship, moving with even greater haste.






    WC: 2292 Amalie's Total:  8,924
    Important Note: Amalie is no where near everyone else right now, so I need people to not interact with her for the next round. The same goes for Sivvy's clone, that is an npc that I have been given permission to use by Sivvy under her instruction. No one is to interact with her without Sivvy's explicit permission.
    Dialogue: Amalie |  Anima | Joffrey | Mason



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    Masha
    Masha

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    Lineage : Avatar of Ilyria
    Position : None
    Posts : 262
    Guild : Dies Irae
    Cosmic Coins : 5
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Mentor : Ruvel
    Experience : 32,386

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Satan Sound Slayer
    Second Magic: Foedus Pares
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    Post by Masha on 24th March 2020, 7:36 pm

    Black ooze splashed across Masha. Her shields flared briefly. The glow was weaker but the redhead didn't pay much attention. The shields would never fail. Her right hand whipped out. A dark mage went down, jaw shattered. Most likely he wouldn't be getting up again. Even if he did, he'd never talk again. A magic spear crashed into Masha's shoulder. With a tinkling sound, her shields vanished. Her eyes widened as the spear pierced flesh. Blood spurted from the wound. The redhead screamed. Red filtered into her vision. She'd trusted the shields too much. Her teeth grit against the pain. Her anger started sinking in. She fueled it, pushed it, let the rage build until it blocked out everything. Even the pain. Her magic moved with her emotions.

    First, ripples of sound moved down her body. Then her shields snapped back into place. Her feet vibrated before she moved. The dark mages weren't prepared. Compared to her last strategy, this was a complete one eighty. Masha snapped off a few punches. Bodies folded over her fist. She barely registered it. A kick hit her shield along with a blade covered in magic. Pink blocked both. The leg snapped causing the woman to scream. Masha reached out to grasp the woman's jaw. Drawing a deep breath, the slayer ate the scream. A vicious jerk broke the mage's spine. The redhead bared her teeth as she turned on the other dark mages. The carnage continued. Masha didn't think. She let her body hunt and move as it knew how. Fear didn't make her hesitate. Nothing but rage registered for her.

    Screams were what finally penetrated the red haze about the slayer. Not the pain-filled screams of her victims. The screams of fear coming from innocents. Masha tossed two halves of a dark mage aside. The bubbling pool of acid had moved. No, it hadn't been as big as originally thought. There were several islands. Each must have been hidden by magic. Small clusters of innocents clustered together. Acid licked at their toes. The largest island seemed to be near the Ambassador. Masha trusted her to save them. Nathaniel seemed to be missing entirely. She'd lost track of him in her rage. There was no telling if she had the time to find him. Those people only had as much time as the dark mages were willing to give them. Masha reached for anything inside herself. Anything whatsoever that might allow her to save these men, women, and children.

    Her magic responded in multiple ways. Aodhfin appeared, battered from the earlier fight. The phoenix seemed barely able to fly. His flames were low. Caustic fluid dripped slowly from his wounds. "I hea' ya call, Masha. Le' me carry ta liddle ones." Caius appeared as well. The vampire's suit was soaked with blood. His right arm hung limp. He weakly smiled, raising his left arm. "This... is... all I.... can do." He said with difficulty. A sheet of ice formed a bridge across the acid. Dark mages rushed toward the vampire. Their fear of Masha was fading away with the slayer's attention focused elsewhere. Masha tried to move to defend. A long black talon stopped her in her tracks. "I will deal with them. Save the little ones." A long sinuous form attacked the dark mages. Dewi might be a stingy dragon, but a soft heart lay beneath. The redhead nodded, turning back toward the innocents. They were running out of time.

    In that short interlude, the acid had eaten away at the islands. Children were being hoisted out of reach. Aodhfin was laboriously flying back and forth. He'd carried two children to safety already. Masha didn't hold much hope that he'd save many more. Caius' bridge had allowed an entire group to escape. However, they were now vulnerable to the dark mages. So many problems. Masha couldn't solve them all. They bared down on her, crushing the slayer beneath their weight. She was immobile for a moment. There was nothing she could do. Her magic barely responded. How could she save them? How could she save them? The redhead's own thoughts spiraled out of control. It ate away at precious time.

    A hand touched Masha's shoulder. "Calm down. I'll get that group. You try to save the other two." A soft voice said into her ear. A curvy woman in black leather stood next to Masha. She had jeans and a white tee shirt. Fingerless gloves covered her hands. "Ami" The redhead whispered. The witch smiled, straightening her gloves. "Focus, girl. Innocents need your help." The redhead nodded focusing back on the task at hand. Innocents first. Crises of too much could overwhelm her later. Masha focused on the further of the two islands. Acid had eaten away a third of every island at this point. The occupants were crowding together using every scrap of space they could to avoid the acid. It wouldn't be long before it started eating away at their feet. "Come on. Come on! Come on!" She muttered, trying to will her magic to do something.

    Her body moved with a sound like a cannon. She appeared within the center of the largest group. Some of them nearly fell into the acid. Only Masha grasping their shirts prevented them from dying.The redhead surveyed the group. In her heart, she knew she couldn’t save them all. Unstable magic, rapidly diminishing time along with a host of other issues prevented it. Her voice choked as she delivered the verdict. ”Choose two. I can’t save any more than that.” Hot tears slipped down her cheeks. One of the women patted her back. Then the smallest of the group, a boy of no more than nine and a girl not much older, were pressed into her arms. The little ones cried reaching for the adults. Masha’s hair covered her face as she turned away. ”I’m sorry”

    The slayer blurred once more and appeared back to safety. Her eyes shut tight as those she’d left behind began screaming. Masha only opened them once the sounds of battle reigned again. She looked over at Ami. The battle witch’s hair was plastered to her face. Sweat drenched her body and Ami’s lips were twisted in a grimace. The witch shook her head when she caught Masha’s eye. She hadn’t managed to save many either. Teeth ground together. All that effort. Wasted. They’d barely saved anyone. The redhead passed the children to Ami. ”Look after them. I need to round up those we saved and then…” She glanced at the children, biting off her words. They’d heard and seen enough ugliness today.

    Turning away, Masha looked for her servus. Aodhfin looked dead on his feet. He was crouched over those he’d saved, his wings wrapped around them. A few dark mages were pitching spells into his back. Caius had vanished. Either he’d banished himself or he’d died saving those people. Dewi had shifted from attack for defense to safeguard the innocents. Her sinuous body curled around them protectively. Her teeth snapped at enemies that dared near her. Wounds covered the dragon from head to toe. The slayer ran for her summons without thinking. Magic gathered in her hands. Once she was close to Dewi and Aodhfin, a golden flame burst forth to bathe both of them. Their wounds disappeared rapidly. Each straightened, invigorated by their newfound health.

    Masha stood between her servus and the dark mages. A cold rage swept through her body. She swept an arm towards the island’s edge. ”Go. Take them to safety and don’t come back for me. Protect them with your lives. I’ll obliterate this scum.” The dark mages started laughing. This petite redhead, taking all of them out? Impossible. The servus took one look at each other before complying with the order. The dark mages let them go. The island was theirs. They could kill those people whenever they pleased. ”If you surrender now, honey, I’ll make sure to treat you real good before I hand you to the guild!” One of the men called out. The redhead smiled slowly, reaching between her breasts. A sword came forth. On the opposite arm, a heart shaped shield formed.

    The sword was stuck into the dirt. Masha beckoned the dark mages. ’If you’re going to show me a good time, get on with it already! I’m growing bored.” The words felt natural, though the redhead wasn’t sure where the snotty tone came from. As the mages charged, Masha touched an item on her belt. Ghostly unicorn horns shot forth. Many struck the enemy, rendering them immobile. Those it missed, met their end by her sword. Masha felt like she was dancing while she fought. Her sword twisted and flowed to music she couldn’t hear. Bodies piled up around her as the slayer lost herself. Sometime during the fight, Nathaniel called out. Something about dogs. A canine body crashed into her moments later. Claws scrambled at her body and hot breath hit her middle. Masha scowled, splitting the dog in half. Some of its blood splashed on her skin, burning her. That must have been what Nat was shouting about. The remaining enemies were easily dispatched.

    Masha found herself standing in a field of gore. Bodies littered the ground. Blood soaked into the dirt. There was an odd silence to the place. After all the screaming, all the noises of battle, the lack of sound was disconcerting. The redhead looked around slowly. A similar field sat not far away where Ambassador Sivvy was standing. It took some time to realize she should probably meet up with the Ambassador. With the fight over, a deep set weariness was settling into her body. She felt like she could barely move. Her item dissipated as she moved toward the Ambassador. Every step felt like a mile run while trying to lift a boulder. No, a mountain.

    A small child was standing by the Ambassador. Sivvy was covered in blood. She looked like a mass murderer who bathed in blood. Masha looked down at herself. She didn’t look much better. What a fright they probably gave the child. The redhead laboriously snapped a salute to Sivvy. ”Enemy eliminated, Ambassador. I had my servus take the innocents towards the coast and ordered them to protect them.” The tears gathered in her eyes again. ”I couldn’t rescue all the hostages. Many perished in the acid.” She tried to wipe the tears away but only managed to smear blood all over her face. Masha gave up after a moment. She was only making it worse. ”Is this the last group out here? Should we head toward the rendezvous? Or are we going to make one last sweep before we head there?” The slayer gestured to the child. ”We can send her toward the coast with the others if she so desires it. It’ll be hard to protect her. The enemies are getting more devious as well as stronger the further in we go.” Not to mention the battlefield was no place for a child. It would only scar the girl more, probably physically in addition to the mental anguish she must have suffered.

    Masha didn't wait for the Ambassador's permission once she thought about it. The girl didn't have any place in the upcoming battle. She'd only get injured or worse in the heat of the fighting. The redhead crouched down near the girl. She smiled widely, trying to appear friendly despite the blood. "Hi there! I'm going to send you with Mercedes to join your friends. Is that okay?" The poor child looked shell shocked. She barely managed to nod. Masha felt pity well rapidly. If it wouldn't cover the girl in blood, she would have drawn the child in for a hug. How much had this poor girl lost already today. The slayer summoned her dragon. The green scaled beast nuzzled Masha once she appeared. The motion forced the redhead to stand. She managed a tired laugh as she scratched the dragon's scales. "What do you need, Masha?" Mercedes rumbled. The dragon wasn't even fazed by the sea of blood around them. Masha didn't stop to marvel at the young dragon's acceptance of violence. She gestured toward the girl. "Please take her and follow Aodhfin's scent trail. He, Dewi and Ami are taking more civilians toward the coast for safety and protection." Mercedes nodded, laying upon the ground. Masha crouched near the girl again. "May I place you on her back?" The girl gave another short nod. Masha wondered if she'd ever speak again. As gently as she could, the slayer set the child on Mercedes' back. The dragon touched her snout to Masha's stomach. "I will protect her" She said simply before leaping into the sky. The redhead watched until Mercedes was a small ribbon in the sky.

    The redhead rubbed at her eyes. Exhaustion had suddenly overcome Masha. She hoped there was some way to recoup her energy before the next phase of this operation. Otherwise, she might stumble at a critical moment. Seeing how easily a misstep could lead to injury, Masha didn’t want to go into battle tired. Her guildmates would pay the price for any mistakes she made. That wasn’t a risk Masha was willing to take. ”If you don’t mind Ambassador, might I have some kind of energy stimulant? Or perhaps a quick nap before we continue? I don’t wish to place others in danger if I stumble in the upcoming battle due to tiredness.” She asked finally, the worry having eaten away her anxiety of Sivvy’s anger. Better to face the Ambassador’s wrath for an innocent question now then let a guildmate pay for her mistakes later.

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    Nathaniel Stratford
    Nathaniel Stratford

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    Lineage : Curse of the White Witch
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    Post by Nathaniel Stratford on 2nd April 2020, 9:40 pm

    Perhaps he had no clue. Perhaps he didn’t hear it, or saw it. But when he returned, the battlefield was entirely different from sight, feel and sound. Nat did not believe his absence was so long that it would drastically change the outcome of the fight and it all came upon him after he had enthusiastically hounds who were little more than meaningless nuisance at this point. The silence was deafening, as ironic as that sounds. It became clear that he had missed something important and he had asked around for what had happened in the time he was absent from a Dies Irae soldier who was beaten and bloodied badly. He approached him casually and slowly, activating a spell to himself, making him glow a faint gold light and asked him sternly “What happened here?” while raising a hand slightly as if asking the guild member to stand. That is far from what happened though, as the ally was bathed in light coming up from below him, healing his wounds which were further strengthened by the glow emanating from him.

    It was here that he was brought up to speed. It was here that he fell to his knees, his breathing becoming difficult and words unable to come out of his mouth. He was helpless, much like the civilians he had failed to save. Doubt and blame rushed into his thoughts like a river breaking free from a dam. Had he been there he could’ve done something about it. He could’ve placed a shield around the civilians to protect them from the ink. For what had happened he couldn’t help but feel small, he couldn’t help but feel and remember being the ten year old kid in Magnolia who was relatively useless to Savage Skull’s invasion of that time. He can’t help but feel ten again for how he seemingly failed to do what he had set out to do in the first place: Kill all evil, and protect all innocents. It was a task that went hand in hand for slaughter of people whose lives held little value or meaning in this world. Was all hope gone? Was there any meaning or purpose to him now? All that power and training that he did, was it all for nothing? It was a depressing thought that though they may have succeeded in destroying their enemies, the cost was even greater than the prize. Nat though having recently found pride in being a mage of Dies Irae tried to muster what little courage he could, what little determination he could, looking at the positives which was frankly almost impossible in the current atmosphere he is in, especially with the corpse in front of him. A corpse of a fallen enemy, and upon its face a snide smirk. He couldn’t help but feel as if he was being taunted by the visage in front of him. That even beyond the grave, he was victorious, sinking his heart further in.

    That was until he heard a high pitched voice. A small cry in the distance that belonged to that of a young child. Nat raised his head slowly and tried to look for the source of the voice. Finding it a little bit towards his right, hiding behind Masha who was blood drenched from all the fighting that had occured without him. But there were supposedly more, more survivors of the traumatic event that had just occurred earlier which were already being escorted back to the guild’s landing site. And with each apparent survivor who was finding their way back, sparked a bit of hope once more into Nat’s heart, especially the one still within his view. Also upon hearing that they were mostly children, he would be reminded of a quote he had heard and read before. That it is within the children, the fate of the future resides. Now finding it easier and lighter to breathe, he slowly stood up and surveyed the field with his eyes, scanning left to right while he continued to remember things about children, especially the ones he had saved from the Swollen Man weeks prior. Yes, he was starting to find hope once more, and the depression and frustration he was feeling transformed into rage. Rage evident in his eyes as he is quickly realizing that the battle is not over yet, that there was still hope. His limp hands and arms clenched as the rage concentrated upon the enemy they had set out to the island for. Yes, he was ready for once more, fueled by more than what he had before the start of the encounter on the very clearing they now stand on, but his trance would be broken. Broken by an enemy who still dared to draw breath in the presence of the people who had just orchestrated their slaughter. His head would snapp towards the fool, and quickly he strode towards his direction, and without any further word or plea, or at least in his perspective as he was ignorant of any that concerned this foolish soul, Nat would quickly behead him, making sure that they would see the rage and coldness on his eyes so as that they would be filled with fear as they finally die, that they come to realize the wrong in their actions in following evil.

    Near the evil he had just beheaded was another. It was already a corpse but Nat could not make it out of what it was. No. He was in a trance, in a stride to simply behead every enemy he could find, desecrating their corpses, making sure there was not even a snide smirk on their faces. This would go on for quite some time, this indiscriminate execution he was handing out, and every one he had finished, his repeated movement of approaching a survivor or a corpse to behead it would go faster and faster. He honestly was looking like a madman to his comrades now with what he was doing. But it was either they were afraid to stop him or they understood what he was going through, because they felt the same way when it was happening. Finally, he had gotten to the last enemy to be executed, and in a stroke of luck or destiny, it was near Masha and Master Sivvy who seemed to be both taking a breather from the battle that had transpired. Nat would hear the questions Masha was asking the Ambassador. Personally, he thought that it was too much to ask of Mast Sivvy who he was sure had gone through hell, looking as she did. He simply placed a hand on her shoulder, and shook his head. Gesturing that now may be a bad time to ask too many questions. People would need their space from time to time, he knew he would in a time like this. And though that would be biased of him, and foolish to hastily conclude that other people needed the same thing, he was sorry for it. He did not have time to think otherwise, what with all the swirl of rage and thoughts within his own mind.

    When Masha told the child with her to go with the other survivors, the child in question took a moment, a slight pause to look at Nat, apparently seeing what he had done and was now afraid of him. Nat tried to defuse the situation by conjuring a brightly colored cheesecake in front of the child who surprisingly claimed it right away, not even thinking twice about doing so, and suddenly she would give Nat a warm smile before heading off with Masha’s summon, even giving the crusader a wave, which he returned in kind.

    Masha then asked for a little pick me up after what they’ve both gone through so much. Extending out a piece of cake while standing near them, the conjuration of such bathed them in light, healing them of some of their wounds. Nat would offer the cheesecake to Masha with a smile “Here. This should help you. My cakes can heal.” he said. Aside from that, he gave Master Sivvy another slice of the same cheesecake she had before, to keep the advantage going, placing it in a to-go container for her later consumption. “Here Master, for when you need it.” The conjuration of that other cake also made the light burst from beneath them, bathing them once more in healing light. Lastly, casting cake one last time, having the same lighting effect on everyone near Nathaniel. In fact, if everyone would have stood near him in that moment, he would have healed the entire squad but alas, not everyone can be in the range of the spell.

    The cake Nat conjured for himself was a cake to enhance one’s speed. He needed it as his rage still boils within him. The innocent must be avenged he thought, and he will be their vengeance. After consuming the cake he made for himself, Nat turned to his Master and told her “I shall go on ahead, Master. Take all the rest you need, I shall take the battle to the center of the island, they must pay.” in such a manner that would make it apparent that all he could think of right now is to end the evil in the island, to make sure not another incident, such as the one that had happened earlier would happen once more. Focusing on his apparent “failure” and that there was still a chance to redeem himself really got the crusader going. He wanted to make things right, and though it might not be what the civilians needed, it is the only way he can help them now. Facing towards the direction where the center was, Nat would head off into that direction, leading the charge against the enemy.

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    Kessicia
    Kessicia

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    Lineage : Commander's Aura
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    Post by Kessicia on 22nd April 2020, 3:30 pm



    Kessicia




    C Rank

    Dies Irae

    Church of Free Will Priestess


    Purging the Dark Ones

    Thus far, Kessicia hadn’t truly seen too much trouble on the island. The short ‘battle’ with the brigands in the church had, of course, been a challenge but with the assistance of Amalie and Isaak, they had been easily handled. The blue-haired leader of their group had thoroughly neutralized the room with her incantations, while the knight had used his brutal might to bring down two others almost instantly. The human succubus had done her duty to capture one of the men alive and awake, though his mind was completely clouded over while in the embrace of Kessicia’s whip. She watched with an honest impression as her comrades washed up the rest of the dark mages, a small but genuine smile on her face. The Dark Ones truly had no idea what they were up against.

    As she kept her foot pressed into her captive’s back, she watched as Amalie turned her attention to the two dark mages she had captured, untethering her gun from her waist and pressing the cold steel against the man’s forehead. She insisted that the questions they had would be answered as pleasantly as possible, continuing to explain that they were fully aware of what the brigands had done to the island. The man spat vile verbal trash back at Amalie, unmoved by the threatening weapon against his head and the three wizards that had thoroughly handled his fellow dark mages. The blue-haired mage seemed entertained by the assumption that they were Rune Knights, making him very well aware that the royal force of the Magic Council would have been far nicer than Dies Irae planned. Still the man resisted, toxic vitriol spewing from his mouth as he tried to insult the three of them. Amalie’s gun shifted ever so slightly and rang out, unleashing a blast right into the man’s crotch and bringing forth such a scream of agony.

    Clearly done with him, Amalie turned her attention to the bound man at Kessicia’s feet, sauntering over to test his resistance. She commented on the thorns and wondered aloud just how tight the binding could get on him. A quick glance from her commanding officer was all the human succubus needed to twist her wrist, the whip tightening even further and burying the thorns deeper into his flesh. Worse was the fact that it was turning, carving a deep gash through his flesh that could, with enough force, certainly cut him to ribbons. That was enough for him as he screamed out where they were keeping the civilians, his defiance not nearly as strong as his comrades and earning chastisement from his fellow dark mages. He rambled off several locations, explaining their intent and pleading for his life, as if this absolution of his soul would grant him salvation.

    Kessicia continued to slowly turn her wrist so the whip dug into him, waiting for the command to end his life. Instead, Amalie stood up and asked her comrade to go and seek out more of their men to handle the dark mages. It seemed the task of rescuing the civilians was far more important than butchering the Dark Ones’ lives. It made sense, of course -- they were to protect whatever innocents they could find, not go one a bloody and distracting crusade. That could come after they had found the residents and assured their safety and escape. With a simple flick of her wrist, her whip disappeared from existence. The man at her feet was relieved, thinking he had been shown mercy. But Kessicia bent down and tapped the top of his head, her magic flowing right into his mind. There he would be thrust into a fantasy world of his own perversions, his eyes rolling back into his head as he slumped and went still. It was mercy, in a way -- he would never feel his death when it came.

    With him unconscious and the others likewise incapacitated, the trio of Dies Irae mages walked out of the building and back onto the streets. The civilian buildings couldn’t have been far away so it would only be a short walk but Amalie paused, processing what the next steps were. While it seemed she had originally been willing to leave the mages trapped until their own reinforcements arrived, she had second thoughts. She turned to face the two following her, eyes gaze flicking between them. Finally she spoke up to Isaak, asking him to hold the ground until their soldiers arrived and ensure the dark mages didn’t find a way to get loose. Amalie and Kessicia would continue on to find the survivors. As the other woman turned her gaze to the human succubus, she would receive a firm, confident nod. “I’m with you, my lady,” she said simply before they headed off into the town, moving with the same silent swiftness that had allowed them to get the jump prior.

    They didn’t get very far before they encountered a group of Dies Irae soldiers that had been battered from battle. As much as she wished to continue along with Amalie on her quest, the group’s healer had been killed in the melee and their wounds looked to be fairly grievous. Luckily Amalie was of the same mind, commanding Kessicia to stay with them and provide them relief.  “I will do so. Please be careful,” she urged Amalie, even as she bent down and began to summon up her magic. Laying her hands on a man’s arm and filtering her power into the injuries, she watched as her commanding officer continued forward into the town, seeking out the civilians further in. Kessicia didn’t like leaving the commander alone without backup but there was little doubt in her mind that if anyone could handle it, it would be Amalie.

    “The C-Commander,” the soldier she was healing sputtered out, shifting as he tried to get himself up.

    “Rest easy, soldier. If you move too much, your injuries could worsen. Trust in the Lord of Light to guide our commander to the poor souls,” she comforted the man, reaching down to give his hand a reassuring squeeze.

    “No, it’s not that. There is a base of these bastards… they’re… in a cave somewhere. Dozens of them with magical weapons. They’re preparing to come to the town, wipe out the civilians. We have to… warn the commander.”He once again tried to move but ended up slouching down, the energy tiring him out completely.

    Kessicia’s focus wavered for a moment in concern. A whole cave full of these brigands was somewhere nearby? That did warrant a warning but… they didn’t have the forces nearby to deal with both the supposed cave dwelling reinforcements as well as searching for the civilians to save them. And if she waited too long, the weapon-carrying Dark Ones would arrive and overwhelm them all. Amalie would most likely survive but at the cost of these men -- and other’s -- lives. Kessicia couldn’t accept that, especially if she could halt their approach altogether.

    But she would be going in alone. These men were injured to the point that she could secure their lives but not enough to get them back into action. And Isaak had his own orders; no telling when he would be freed up to come and assist her. “This cave… where is it?” she asked him gently.

    He couldn’t answer, his mind wavering between unconsciousness and the waking world. With a gentle sigh, she reached out with her hand and placed it on the man’s forehead, using her magic to connect to his darkening memories. In it she saw the path they had come from, the battle they had waged against several dark mages and a cave nearly hidden by trees and bushes, leading down into the island’s tunnels. Once she had what she needed, she released her connection to  him and sent a wave of sleep over him, finally letting him rest.

    She hurriedly moved between the soldiers, using a good portion of her magic to heal their injuries and secure their hold on life. Once she had done so, she carefully moved them to a nearby building, placing them in a room that had somehow managed not to completely collapse. At least there, no scouting parties would discover them without further investigation. And to ensure that they didn’t get in the room, Kessicia secured the doors, essentially locking it from the outside. Then she set out, heading into the woods near the town. It wasn’t hard to follow the path the Dies Irae soldiers had walked; there were several spots of bloody drops from their wounds. Soon enough she found herself at the ground of the battle, several dark mage soldiers dead at her feet. Her eyes flickered over the treeline carefully, looking for the clues she had seen in her vision.

    Finally she came upon familiar sights; the bushes and trees that covered the cave. They had been moved so that the entrance was nearly undetectable from sight, her only advantage being the vision she had taken from her soldier’s memory. Summoning her whip to her hand, she pushed through the bushes and happened upon the rocky path, burrowing down into the ground. With nothing more than a pause to collect herself, Kessicia walked down into the cave slowly, ensuring she moved at the same quiet pace that she’d had in the town. She listened intently as she descended -- with any luck, she would hear conversation to indicate just how many dark mages she would be dealing with.

    “Lord of Light and Creation. Grant me the strength to protect the meek and the honorable soldiers that have come to bring this island salvation,” she chanted to herself, easing her anxiety as she turned the corner and continued down deeper. She continued her trek down another spiraling passageway before she started to hear chattering. She slowed her gait until she was practically tiptoeing up to the entryway. She chanced a peek, her eyes widening at the sight before her. There were Dark Ones alright -- but there had to be at least fifty of them. This was clearly some kind of hidden armory they had built, with weapons and armor secured to the walls and standing mounts. They were preparing themselves, each one armed to the teeth so their assault on the town.

    She slid back away from the door, breathing heavily. Fifty of them against her. Were the Ambassadors or even the commander in her shoes, they might have stood a chance. But she wasn’t that strong -- she was more of a healer than she was a fighter. Golden pupils looked skyward to the ceiling, seeing beyond the rocky formation to the omnipresent being beyond. The Lord of Light had brought her here for a purpose -- set her against the Dark Ones as a test of her will. If she engaged them, there was no chance she would survive; she felt that in her bones. Was she the sacrificial sheep, meant to die for something greater than herself? She couldn’t possibly know the truth. But her faith told her to trust the Lord and if this was where she was meant to fall, then she would do so to ensure the safety and sanctuary of her allies.

    “Take the souls of these Dark Ones and purge them of their evil, so that they might find peace in your kingdom of the free,” she whispered to herself. “I offer my soul  as a vanguard against their wickedness in exchange for the protection of my honored comrades. Protect them, Lord and grant them the guidance to save the innocent souls that have not flickered out from this world.”

    Her last prayer and even as the words left her mouth, she already felt more emboldened by the light that filled her from it. Her hand gripped her whip a bit tighter as she spun into the open doorway, rearing her arm back and snapping the weapon forward into the crowd. In her other hand appeared her dagger, brimming with her Curse and ready to shake off the Dark Ones from their mortal existence. Her attack of opportunity granted her several seconds of shocked looks as several of the dark mages were hit and wrapped up, only to have their necks swiftly sliced open as Kessicia yanked her whip back, thorns tearing into flesh.

    The human succubus charged into the fray, meeting the outstanding force with her singular power. She flowed through bodies as acrobatic as the tight enclosure allowed, managing to cut down body after body in quick succession while avoiding injury. It was almost miraculous the way blasts of magic seemed to miss her and strike other dark mages, how bolts from enchanted crossbows passed between her body and sunk into the rocky wall beyond. One might have thought she was meant to survive the insurmountable odds with the luck that seemed to be enveloping her.

    But luck was a fantasy and when the first arrow sunk itself into her shoulder, it became apparent that this was no legendary tale of the sole uprooting the mass. She continued to fight despite the injury but already she began to slow. Another arrow sank firmly into her side, piercing through a rib and sticking out through her back. She cried out in agony but continued to wail with her whip and knife wildly, drawing waves of crimson from the ones that she brought down even as her own blood ran down her body. A blast of magic plasma tore through her hip, a searing hole vaporizing flesh and leaving a sizzling hole in its wake. That injury brought her to a stop, enough so that three other magically infused arrows pierced her torso. Already her vision was clouding as the remaining Dark Ones moved in on her, the human succubus’ body losing its strength. She fell to her knees as the last four dark mages moved towards her, weapons still drawn.

    Her own light was flickering out; she could feel her life force running out from her injuries and pooling on the ground below her. One of the dark mages walked up and placed the barrel of his magic gun against her forehead, his words incomprehensible against the pounding in her ears. She smiled softly, even as her magic suddenly began to build in her core. She unleashed it a moment before he could pull the trigger, sending thorns spraying out in all directions. They pieced the bodies of the last enemies, riddling them with the painful needles that would poison them and slowly ebb their lives to nothing. Like that, it was over. Fifty dark mage bodies lay on the ground, both dead and dying. Kessicia sat kneeling in the center of the room, blood pouring over her torso, down her leg and spilling onto the stony earth beneath her knees. Her vision was darkening quickly as her breath came in labored, shuddering inhales.

    “Pandora…” she mumbled softly, the vision of her love appearing in her mind. It was a pleasant last thought, as her entire world went dark. The light faded from her eyes and her head slunk down onto her chest, leaving her posed there among those that she had killed. A vanguard against the Dark Ones, Kessicia sacrificed her life to ensure none left the cave and paid the ultimate price.






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    One by One They Fall at My Feet


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    Waiting for the others to join her wasn't her style, but she did. For now. The bloody ambassador was still, unnervingly so despite the chaotic little soul mourning and suffering at her side. Something had her attention, though, and it wasn't Masha fighting or Nathaniel's post-mortem beheadings. The distant rumbling that met her ears was concerning, as was the subtle tremor underfoot. So she was right. The battle at the heart of the dark guild, in the capital city, was beginning, and she was vaguely annoyed that she wasn't there. She was too slow, too easily getting hung up too long fighting this large group at the ink pool. The pinkette wondered if it was worth it since most of the innocents perished anyway. Was this one life worth it? The few lives her ally saved, were they enough to justify the delay? Sivvy stretched her sensory as far as it would go, trying to feel the various magical signatures of her friends for an update. Markus and Johann had made it to the final showdown, and though the enormous display of power from her co-ambassador was concerning, she harbored no worries. Sivvy had complete confidence that he could handle things until she and the others got there. He was her mentor, after all.

    As Masha finished and finally approached, Sivvy was certainly grateful to be rid of the child. Dealing with such an emotional little person tugging at her hand and sobbing so brokenly drained her in a way that no amount of fighting ever could. For someone who struggled with emotion, the little girl's ease and ferocious use of them was jarring. The discomfort in Sivvy was palpable, even through her darkened stoic expression. Once the child was gone, she would answer Masha's many questions, despite Nat's concern. While she was feeling some unfamiliar things deep down, Sivvy was the last person to allow it to affect her enough to impact the mission. "Yes, many innocents died today, both before we arrived and after," she replied flatly, her mind recalling her own moment of failure, visualizing the faces of the ones she couldn't save dissolving into the acidic goop. It was a bitter taste. "That's the last of the patrols I can sense. If they are cloaking like this one did, there could be more ambushes, but by the size of this one I think was their last-ditch effort to stop us and it failed. Moving on to the center city takes paramount. Johann and Markus are already there and fighting. We need to hurry. The strongest opponents will be there, and in larger numbers than we've already encountered," she said with finality.

    The clone wasn't expecting Masha to ask for a break, but she wasn't angry. Sivvy wasn't emotional in that way, but she was also very no-nonsense in the face of such a great threat. As her carmine eyes trailed to the ragged remnants of her other soldiers, it was clear not everyone had the stamina she had. She wouldn't push them or the woman to fight on if it would only get them needlessly killed, but she also wouldn't hang back with them. Dies Irae soldiers should be more than capable of protecting themselves should they need to bunker down. Besides, it was all clear of enemies now. However, before she could announce such, Nathaniel was doling out healings and cake, which was much needed. The burning in her stomach and veins lessened just a bit, though it didn't disappear. It seemed the ink she'd ingested with that tainted metal would be staying with her for a while. She placed the to-go cake in her bag, nodding as her mentee stated he was heading on ahead now. Having a healer in the heat of battle as quickly as possible was wise. "Thank you, and be careful," she told him, lingering behind, but not for long. "If you need a break after Nathaniel's aid, feel free to rest near here. I, however, won't be staying with you. If you feel recovered enough, continue inland to the capital. If not, feel free to return to the ship and protect the children."

    Once she was finished speaking to what was left of her squad, Sivvy wasted no more time. She turned her back and blinked out of sight in a flash of light and metallic sparkles.





    Now that she was on her own, the ambassador could move much faster. Teleporting in quick succession surely had overtaken even Nat's position, putting her in the farmland outside the walls of the city. Her senses were assaulted with the same grotesque deaths Johann had had to suffer, though naturally, she wasn't as affected by them as he was. Yes, she saw failure, same as he. They'd come to save the people of Kenrojima, but here they were seeing that the greater majority of them were dead even before Dies Irae's ship could kiss the shore. The way the bodies were displayed, rotting in the tropical sun on pikes and feeding scavengers, had little effect. Her face was still a shaded blank, even as her nose stung from the stench.

    Her sharp gaze shifted down the road to where a gate and part of the wall had been obliterated. That must have been the thunderous rumble and earth-shaking entry of her mentor. Smoke rose overhead from smoldering flames, overtaking some of the rot. Yet, despite all the overbearing smells in the air, her sensitive nose picked up something that managed to shake the stillness on her face. Amalie's scent and blood. It wasn't coming from the city, but from the farmland to her right.

    That's when she laid eyes on her.

    Standing a distance down the path leading back out into the part of the island Amalie and some other squads would be was a mirror image of Sivvy. Though it had already been all but confirmed by the terror the survivors had displayed, it was a relief to know for a fact. The two 'sisters' stared at each other for a second that seemed like an eternity before they moved in unison, the clone colliding metal blades to wooden ones. Sivvy's eyes were bright with alarm, separating her from the dead-eyed doppelganger. "K?" Sivvy asked, not needing to see the tattoo to somehow know which clone this was, which seemed mutual as K responded with "7," as if her voice had never held an ounce of feeling in her life. Why was K still alive? And why did K smell like Amalie's blood? It was very distressing for the ambassador. Sivvy wasn't one for chatter while fighting, and she knew full well her sister was the same way. All she could do was hope her friend was okay...and destroy the defective clone for daring to lay a hand on someone so precious to her before she could hurt anyone else.



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    Markus was following the runic mage, his eyes glancing back and forth a small curl upon his lips. He could sense it, the bloodshed, the chaos, the battle, all around them. Although, for the moment, Johann and himself were not in any kind of fray, the battle itself raged magnificently. The chaos was like a shot of drugs to Markus, and the sealed being within him, every death, every eruption of magic only fueling the desire within him. The chaotic being had returned to normal, seeing no reason to continue using magic for a takeover, yet even then Markus could feel his connection to Aporia.

    Glancing over Markus would see Hela as she lapped beside the two mages and slightly ahead, like the chaos mage she was intelligently watching the battle, every sound, every sight pulling her attention before she would return it to Markus, waiting for him to release her.
    “Oh, go ahead. Have fun. Return to me if you hear my call.” The chaos mage would say out loud, once more letting her run off to do her thing.

    Suddenly, not moments after that had happened Markus was forced to stop in his tracks as just in front of the two mages a humanoid shape was launched through the air, cascading into a series of trees nearby. Markus turned his head to the side an Johann spoke up, Sivvy he knew was the other ambassador, though Markus knew her as the designation 7. He had yet to connect with her once more after their first job back with both of them were lowly mages only starting their journeys.

    Markus would turn towards Johann as he spoke, and wait to see what orders, if any the other man would give. Upon hearing that they will keep going the chaos mage would nod his head with a quick and curt response. Before moving to follow Johann at the quick and constant pace towards the center of the island.

    Surprisingly, the two mages were relatively undisturbed after that, despite the battle raging around them. It was strange, after Johann had spoken to the captain of the group that had ambushed them, Markus had expected that they would run into more dark mages, though it seemed they really were so confident as to just allow the guild to ravage their stolen land, and kill their men on the way to the capital. They seemed confident, that no matter what the guild did they would come out on top. It was, surprising, if not insulting.

    As the two walked Markus would keep his senses pushed to their limits, taking in the sounds of battle, the smell of blood, and the lingering feeling od destruction. Each time a magical life was snuffed, disappearing from his sensory range he would feel it. That was why, as they got closer to the center Markus would suddenly smell something far stronger. Blood, and carnage, and…. Rot?

    Though Aporia did not speak to Markus, the chaos mage could feel her stiring, stretching, preparing. Whatever if was the two mages were about to walk into… it was not good. With a steady breath the chaos mage would continue to follow the rune master, curious whether or not the other man was getting a similar feeling.

    As they walked over a ridge Markus would stop, his gate coming to a standstill. The breath would leave his chest as he took in the sights around him. There was no way to prepare for what he saw. Murder, was not enough of a word to explain the carnage in front of him. Rot, decay, destruction, absolution… All of these words came to mind as he looked upon the hundreds, if not thousands of wooden spikes littering the outside of the city. All holding the body of a man, or woman, or child….

    Markus was unable to look away, anger flooding his system, adrenaline spiking in his chest. His eyes would alight with chaotic magic, flooding with power as he struggled to remain in control. ‘The chaos… this is what such monsters do. They know they can not win, so they hope only to shock, and awe, and scare.’ Markus would hear the chaotic being speaking into his mind, her voice echoing that of her darker half, no remource, or even anger could be heard upon her lips. This is why they were so confident, so sure. Despite the fact that he was dying, he knew his men would avenge him. Because, his men, were monsters. Each, and every one of them a monster that deserved a monsters death.

    ‘Are you now ready to do that which must be done?’ Markus would hear Aporia speak into his mind. ‘Merge your power and mine. Let us show these vermin just what it means to fight Chaos, and War, and the rest of my family.’ Though she spoke without resource, with nothing but venom.

    Markus would turn his head towards the other man as he heard him speak. Like Markus, he had been processing, and probably making a decision. As soon as Markus head the man say there would be no more restraint, the chaos mage would close his eyes.

    “I accept. No more locks, no more barriers. Lets show them the error of their ways. The chaos mage would say out loud, listening as Aporia would laugh.

    Suddenly, all light within a couple meters of Markus would vanish, being devoured by a chaotic flash of void-like energy. Almost mirroring the lights Johann would shine, the darkness would almost glow, flowing outwards in a pillar of magic. As the darkness disappeared, Markus would be fully taken over by Aporias magic, his hair had turned a solid black, with red streaks, his shirt had ripped as his wings expanded, dripping with a blood like substance. A growl would vibrate from his throat as the chaotic forces of Aporia took full control.

    The show from the two mages seemed to have drawn attention. Markus would look up as he heard a horn from within the city, followed by many more. Markus would watch as the gates would be closed.

    “Cowards,” the voice which came from Markus would be dripping with venom, once more a mixture of Markus and Aporia, but darker, and seemingly content. “They dare stand before us.”

    The chaotic beings head would turn slowly to the side as it watched the personification of War move. The magic which was to follow would be glorious, removing the obstacle within their way in but an instant. Chaos would smile, dark, and evilly as he looked up. “See you on the other side… brother.” Was all the being would say before rocketing forward. While War might enjoy the methodical approach, chaos would revel in the destruction. The being would appear within the crater created just a moment after, before even the smoke had cleared. And not even a heartbeat after that would surge forward, Chaos’s spear lancing into the nearest being. The carnage around him was already marvelous, Johanns display of power had done wonders to send them into a chaotic frenzy.

    Laughter would ring out from the Chaotic being as it would seemingly vanish from one human to the next leaving a trail of blood, and carnage. Holding up the spear the seal would release a beam of dark magic which would surge upwards, exploding in the air and cascading around him in a bombardment of chaotic energy.

    The screams which would follow were music to the chaotic beings’ ears. Laughter and Screaming, Chaos and Destruction. Nothing would protect these monsters.




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    Johann took a deep breath, every step carrying him closer to the place where the gate had blocked their entry into the seconds only moments before. He would walk at a slow, but steady pace, unblinking eyes, filled with a darkness, a roaring hatred that as born from overwhelming feelings of terror, dread, failure, and guilt, centered on the path ahead and the dust cloud at its end. His brows inched closer together, as close as they could get on an expression that made no mystery of the emotions he felt. Taking only a couple of steps, though, he would hear a familiar voice, a cold look swiftly shot back over his shoulder. Of course. He had felt what amounted to an eruption of magical power similar to his own. It was moments like these that the Ambassador was once more reminded of the Chaos Mage’s raw strength, and he was grateful that they stood on the same side today, just as much as Mars was thrilled to be fighting with his sibling. Things would get serious now, and the Second Seal wasn’t beneath the desire to demonstrate his own power to impress his sister. War was his domain, just as much as Chaos was Aporias. It was only natural that the two would thrive in an environment such as this one, and Mars couldn’t help but grin when Chaos spoke her fleeting comment.

    Johann, however, didn’t devote a single thought to sibling dynamics or Mars’s desire to indulge in the instinctual attraction these circumstances meant for the Seal. Eyes alight with magic followed Aporias trail for a few more moments without any word, Johann remained in firm and full control of their vessel, before the Chaos Mage, along with his own Seal, would vanish altogether, likely to throw themselves into the fray and enjoy decimating what was left of the dark mages in the city. Johann wouldn’t lag behind. Their mission had failed. He had a new one now. What coursed through his veins no longer felt like blood, replaced by boiling rage that felt like it was strangling him, his artificial heart burning inside his chest with every pulse of the lacrima. He, too, would join this fight. He had no time to lose. All of them would receive their punishment. None of them were innocent. Johann took another look around, gaze wandering over only a fraction of the broken, skewered corpses. From up close it was easier to discern what exact cruelties each one had received at the behest of one dark mage or another. He did not want to think about it for too long. They, these men, no, less than that … these beasts had done this to the men, to the women, even the children of this island. For that, he would, along with his guildmates, deliver unto them a new justice. A justice the world had not yet seen, a justice different from that of the Rune Knights, the Magic Council, the Legal Guilds. A justice that imposed on them, without exception, the only thing they would understand: Unadulterated vengeance.

    It was time. The man took a step forward and, much like Markus, would vanish, the ground exploding into an eruption of dirt and dust where he had stood but a moment before. Almost imperceptible velocity carried the man through the cloud of dust that had been thrown up by the explosion just moments prior, debris and smoke still falling within a large radius around the epicenter of the explosion. The man was unbothered by this, the dust dispersing somewhat as he moved through it at inhuman velocity, coming to an almost immediate halt inside the city, just behind the crater that had mere moments ago been a gate. His senses began scanned the surrounding area instantly, eyes darting from side to side to observe the situation on a local level. The houses of the city, apart from those within the vicinity of the blast, were largely intact, thought shattered window glass, cobbled rocks and stones, wood that appeared sometimes as large support beams and sometimes as nothing more than splinters, as well as dirt and other debris defined the most immediate vicinity. The structures, largely built out of clean, grey stones and bricks, seemed to have been reduced to rubble. That, of course, wasn’t all. A small force of the dark guild seemed to have assembled at the gate, guards, a makeshift guard, most likely. Well, at least that was what the silver-haired man assumed, based on the scattered and broken remains that were strewn about, the occasional smear of blood, coated in a grey sprinkling of dust, visible all around. He could hear cries of pain and shock around him, though the bandits around him were either dead or neutralized. They could bleed out and die, succumb to their wounds for all he cared, though, he realized that he needed to find one that was still alive. He had a question to ask, after all. Unfazed, he would thus begin walking past the rubble, past the dead bandits, down this road and deeper into the city itself.

    Finding a live one was no difficult task, by any means, it would turn out. As the rubble gave way to standing structures and not quite as broken and torn up streets, he would hear them. Their panicked shouts, screams, orders that were barked at men that had only minutes before indulged in whatever they had impulsively desired as they attempted to organize themselves to oppose the attacking force. It wouldn’t do them any good either way. The outskirts of the island were under Dies Irae’s control already, and only scattered pockets of resistance, which would soon find themselves wiped out, remained. The city was effectively their last stronghold, their last show of force, their last concentration of power, but what was that against the might Dies Irae had to offer?

    "Intruder!", the man was ripped from his thoughts, a group of men rounding a corner, one of them pointing his finger and alerting his comrades. Well, that was easier than planned. They would swarm out, taking positions around the silver-haired man, who had stopped, only keeping an eye on the one who had called out, the group leader or something along the same lines, presumably. "Kill him!". The command came quicker than the Ambassador expected, though he figured that they wouldn’t play around anymore. The dark guild likely knew their tactical situation was less than ideal, and would, he assumed, act accordingly, taking no more prisoners. Well, it wasn’t like they’d been too fond of that, to begin with. Johann would do the same. Rallying warcries rang out as the mages and non-mages around him all sprung into action, chanting spells, drawing weapons, taking aim. He took a deep breath, and time seemed to stand still for only a few fleeting moments, though a whisper would leave his lips as his hands tightened around the hilt of the red blade in his hand that had been summoned by the guild spell.

    "Einherjar"

    Within the fraction a second, Johann would finish this fight before it had even begun, moving with a speed that made his motions, his every step imperceptible to the eye, in seeming effortlessness reappearing before the leader in what was less than the blink of an eye, his right arm stretched out towards the man, clutching the sword. As for his comrades, simultaneously, they would all slump to the floor motionlessly, their heads rolling off their shoulders one after the other, a dozen or so thuds ringing out as they fell.

    The bandit, his sword drawn and at his side, stared at the silver-haired man with wide-open eyes and trembling lips, his expression dominated by disbelief as he took a step back, his gaze darting from one of the fallen to the next at a rapid pace before falling back onto the man before him. "W-what just … what did you-?".

    Johann was unbothered by the man’s shock, interrupting him quite casually.

    "I have a question to ask you, and it would be in your best interest to answer me swiftly and honestly. Do you understand?"

    The man, still in shock, didn’t seem to react at first, though this would change when the Ambassador followed up with a cold "I see. You won't be of use to me" and took a step towards the man. The other cried out, dropping his weapon and shuffling backward, though he lost his balance and fell onto his back, his eyes, however, still wide, shocked, and defined by a glint of horror, locked onto the man that had wiped out his group in an instant. "W-w-wait! Wait! I-I’ll answer any question you want. I’m not lying! I swear!". Johann stopped, though would continue to point the blade at the man, his expression and gaze unchanged, his voice still cold, as the man on the ground couldn’t fail to notice, increasingly impatient, and ringing as if two beings spoke in sync, one of them with more of a deep growl than regular speech.

    "Good. Let us begin then".



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