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    Post by Haraka Omaras on 20th September 2019, 11:23 pm




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    Part 2 of grave Robbing The Deep
    It was true in most areas of the country that plants were thick and plentiful, but the land in the castles grounds showed signs that there had been miasma there until recently. There were no plants hidden in its snow, only outside the area. No life could survive the miasma too long. No wild animals had touched the dragon corpse. It looked fresh enough that it might be hard to recall it couldn't have been made recently with how long ago the land sunk. There were signs that there was once a large garden by the amount of space there, along with stones and metals meant for either holding up or showing off plants. The building looked in amazing for how old it was, no people coming and going meant no dust to gather. The castle looked a mix of new and old, restored but just not right. There were no staff, nor people opening the large front doors. The building itself and the doors looked large enough to fit the dragon that was in the yard at the front. This was very fitting, seeing as she was supposed to be a king. A royal from a family of royals, dragons that could transform into humanoids during a time before dragon slayers. It was before the war that happened around two hundred years ago, that being a given anyway since the land sunk a few thousand years ago. There were signs in the yard that the poachers had been nearby in the form of an abandoned fire on top of the snow in one spot in the well sized yard. For some reason not having plants the castles snow also made things blend far less easier, causing the prints from their movements a lot more obvious. Some went out of the gates that haraka had unlocked, though signs showed that they went over it, not that they were able to unlock the door.

    There were also a few footprints that vanished into the castle walls, hinting that there were at least some trapped in the building after it restored itself. The now abandoned fire had charred wood pieces, and something that looked like a fat white version of a carrot, only its white leafs on top resembled a turnips instead. It looked like someone had tried to cook it over the fire, but gave up for one reason or another. Despite there being a few cooked ones there, only one was cut open. The cut area looked sticky, something one might expect from a root vegetable with a lot of starch that wasn't all the way through. This meant the grave robbers probably under cooked plants they were unfamiliar with, but didn't know enough about cooking to realize their mistake. There was some evidence of meat getting eaten, but it seemed the failed attempt on the vegetable had kept them from trying other plants that group had been unfamiliar with. There were bags left near the fire, along with papers that had information on their plans. Those being? Get backup to harvest the dead dragons body parts. They seemed to have no interest in saving those who had become trapped in the building, only glad it didn't happen to themselves. The grave robbers were not fond of the incredibly cold weather, the silence, and how hard it is to track anything on the majority of the land on the sunken country. The notes compared it to trying to pick something up in a thick blanket of life reaming with mana. While this could be good for ambushing or attacks, it was horrible for hunting anything.

    Certainly there were more notes and items than that, but they would need to look if either of them wanted to find out what that was. Neither of them needed to, there was a lot to look at and explore. There was a path to the castle from the gate that still had stains of blood, more than likely only existing due to how well the miasma preserved the dead. Even so, the blood looked very old and flaked. Whatever happened at some point happened to involve enough blood to leave traces on parts of the castles walls. There were traces of blood on the section of the tall castle walls that faced the building, it's inner area. The entire glass tiled path to the castle was coated in traces of blood. The building had many windows, though most were covered with closed curtains. The building was long and wide, but it didn't have that many floors. Despite how luxurious it may have looked, it seemed to have still been held back by the very time it was from. The walls were made of white glass bricks, though some had silver and blue color inside. There was no mortar, meaning the bricks fit each other perfectly enough to cause everything to stand find without it. The doors were made out of a solid white gemstone that had been hand carved into the shape it was in now. The handles to the door looked to be made of a gold that had a thin glass coating of protection over it. The walls, doors, and windows all had a number of tiny magic markings on them. What were those for? Haraka wouldn't know how to read such complicated spell work, not of that sort. It wasn't the kind of magic he studied.




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    Post by Victoria Sheridan on 22nd September 2019, 7:34 pm

    After a dive, a lot of walking, and a bit of fighting, Victoria and Haraka were standing outside the gates of the white castle. She stood with her companion in front of the gate and looked around the snow-covered area. She had never seen anything like it before; before today she did not know that underwater kingdoms had weather like the surface world did. Then again there was a dome that separated the kingdom from the ocean above, thus permitting it to have weather.

    Victoria looked around and saw signs of activity that had been left behind by beings who had been here earlier, presumably the poachers they had encountered and incapacitated. One feature that stuck out was the pile of wood used to make a fire that had burned out long ago. Next to the remains of the fire were vegetables with leafy stems that looked almost like a turnip, but of greater interest were some papers left lying by the fire. Victoria walked over to them and glanced down to peruse their contents.

    The papers turned out to be plans and observations of life under the ocean. One of their plans was to call in backup to harvest parts from the dead dragons. Under that was a note that some of them had become trapped in buildings and that there was to be no attempt to rescue them, something that the brunette thought was callous but entirely in character for vultures like the grave robbers. On second thought, comparing them to vultures was an insult to the birds, who at least did something useful by cleaning up roadkill and dead animals. The grave robbers only pillaged treasures from dead civilizations and had no problem betraying their own if it meant greater profit for themselves.

    Other papers recorded their observations of life in the undersea kingdom. Of particular note was their discomfort with the cold and the snow and their discomfort with the silence that blanketed the land. Another interesting note was that the intruders had a hard time tracking any animals while hunting for food in the terrain. While there were a few signs of them having killed a few animals for food, the hunting here was nowhere near as good as it was on the surface.

    Victoria turned away from the papers and looked at the castle gates. They were thick and sturdy; the castle in front of them was no mere showpiece like the bulk of castles in Earthland. Every inch of it was built to withstand sieges, but where could attacks possibly come from down here? Was it meant to keep out hostile wildlife... or was it meant to keep out hostile peasants who were revolting against the oppressive ruling families?

    Victoria did not know for certain, but the cynical part of her suspected that the castle was meant to protect the rulers from a peasant uprising. She would ask Haraka about it later. Right now the pair needed to figure out a way to get inside the castle for further exploration. She could just blast down the castle gates with her Rocket Launcher, but doing that would piss Haraka off to no end. She really did not want to piss him off while far away from the surface... besides, she kind of liked the guy and did not want to make him an enemy.

    "So, how are we gonna get in? Is there a special pass phrase that you can speak or a special panel that you have to touch to open the gates?" Victoria asked Haraka. She did not know whether the gates were sealed by a special magic or if it was a matter of finding the right lever and pulling it.

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    Post by Haraka Omaras on 4th October 2019, 3:32 pm




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    The mixed blood had unlocked the gate so the two could get through the walls that surrounded the building in the first place. White slit draconian pupils moved their focus with the movement of their friend. It was a good thing they had already entered the castles gardens gates. The walls gates were silvery and currently unlocked, but only allowed them into the 'garden' that hadn't been there for a long time. Shoes quietly moved along in the snow that made it far too easy to move quietly. It was only because of Victoria that Haraka ended up looking at the campsite from the grave diggers. While she looked at the papers, he looked at the food. "I guess that's why I found rabbit fur and bits of meat in their items, those men couldn't figure out how to properly cook the vegetables. What did the papers say?" It didn't exactly look like it was something done successfully and repeated when it was still there with only a single bite missing to show it was even considered for food. There wasn't much point in going through the papers himself when Victoria had done so already. It was easier to focus on this than the corpse of his great aunt, or to get any good look at the building that they had been walking towards. But of course life didn't want to make it any easier to stay calm, did it? This felt like it's current test for the mix blood, especially when a certain brunette walked up to the massive buildings entrance and asked how they open it. Of course Omaras would know, wouldn't he? Reality wasn't there to care about what anyone wanted, it's purpose was only to continue running as it should.

    Giving the building a real look for the first time was nothing short of sickening. It was as if his body couldn't decide if rage, disgusting, or despair were the right things to feel at this time.
    "In our country this material was simply called perfect glass. It's made using ground up ground up salt, water, and white root. Ground up quartz can be added to add color. If you make any mistakes than the glass will be brittle, and bubbles in the glass bigger. That means you need a master craftsman in order to get just one of these bricks to be made, never mind the master architect that would have been needed in order to get these to fit together so masterfully, then someone hired to embed all this magic into it's walls. The perfect glass on its own is almost indestructible... but it was so ungodly expensive. With how much this had to have cost to build it might as well be made from platinum and gold then encrusted with diamonds!" The tone had started out in his normal soft, gentle and quiet voice, though shaken. As the hurt, despair, and rage arose so did his voice. The voice slowly turned to the real one that was hidden under layers of fear and social tiptoeing. There had been so many that had looked at them with eyes or lips that asked if he would be a killer. Was the man a dragon? A demon? Different people and different eras that had charged emotions concerning one group or another. A back and forth in tones still happened, but it wasn't even.

    It ended with his deep voice in its silky tone shaking with a loud and certainly far from proud voice. There was so many terrible feelings going through him. Memories of the man he saw his mother try to save rushed through his mind. That terrible fever. That person had been from towns over, but mothers small clinic had been the closest hospital that would serve someone not of wealth. He wasn't young or healthy enough to survive, let alone how bad they had become along the way.
    "Those funds could have been used for hospitals! OUR COUNTRY HAD BEEN IN A HEALTH CRISIS FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS! Did they really just ignore it and keep on with their own lives like none of us existed?! Our country had animals and plants with some of the greatest natural ingredients for medicine making in all the world! It wouldn't have been hard! This is why I refused then and refuse now to ever use the TaqAnon name! I can't call myself a child raised by Fennos Omaras if I ever let myself forget the terrible cold death sickness..." Why was he crying and trembling at a wall? Angry and upset with people he was never able to confront in life. A building he had never really seen until this point. The fact that it was so luxurious in its materials was something the young looking man had a hard time accepting. Would this magically make the materials change though? Of course it wouldn't. Getting like this wouldn't help anyone, nor make the situation any better.

    This was the only reason why the pale ice blue skinned figure walked towards the massive door, face still stained with tears as their taloned fingers reached in his vest to pull the necklace back out.
    "Sorry for that outburst. We can open this gate with the same key I opened the walls gates with. A TaqAnon family members key can open any door, but only if the individual uses the key them self. My key was given to me to prove I could be clean enough to be accepted as family. I was originally only supposed to wear this around my corpse. Clean meant clean of demon blood, but that dirt is what holds the broken pieces of my soul together in the first place. I would be too dead to even get an afterlife. There version of love was letting me live until I accepted the 'truth' and went here to 'become one of them'. To become 'clean', to die." The rage was gone, the soft and quiet gentle voice smoothing over his words. Each word still trembled, but he wasn't exactly spilling sweet nothings from those lips. He hadn't wanted to tell Victoria the whole truth. It sounded bad, but at the same time the half demon just didn't have the energy to make excuses for them right now. The key was put in the thick doors lock before unlocking it. From there the door opened itself, lights turning on inside automatically. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling made of glass, crystal, and silver, each one holding magically created lights that had a glow like tiny stars beaming through the tall walls of the halls. There were many doors that lead to different places.



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    Post by Victoria Sheridan on 4th October 2019, 8:13 pm

    Victoria stood by and listened to Haraka ask what the papers read.

    "The papers near the fire were mostly journals of sorts. One talked about how the poachers hated the snow and the silence and how hard it was to track animals. Another one talked about how a group of poachers got trapped in a building and said that they weren't gonna make any effort to free the trapped people, only nothing how they were glad it wasn't them. A third entry remarked that the remaining poachers needed to call in reinforcements." Victoria recited the contents of three of the most notable entries. She found it callous for the poachers to leave their trapped colleagues to die, but then again they were an unsavory bunch who would sacrifice "friends" to boost their own profit.

    After giving a brief report on the papers she listened to Haraka describe what made the walls, which was a substance that his people called "Perfect Glass." It was easy to see how the substance earned its name. Unlike the glass used on land, the "perfect glass" was shiny and smooth with no signs of wear and tear, kind of like the surface of a pristine mirror. Haraka soon explained why that was so.

    Apparently it took a select few ingredients plus the work of a master craftsman to get the surface looking as pristine as the wall did. If anyone less than a master craftsman worked on it and made a mistake by adding too much quartz, the wall would have developed bubbles in the glass and the wall would become structurally weaker for it. According to Haraka, all of that precise work was necessary just to make one brick. ONE brick.

    To make a whole wall of the perfect glass bricks, a master architect was required to draw up the perfect plan to make all the bricks fit together once the wall left the drawing board and the process of building it began. Once all the bricks were perfectly aligned and perfectly set a master mage was needed to imbue the finished product with the magic required to make it a nigh-impregnable defensive structure. Victoria looked over the shiny wall and found it to be a visually impressive structure, but then thought about the fact that quartz was required to make a single brick. Once she put her mental arithmetic to the test before getting a quarter of the way around the wall and giving up in despair, the sheer cost of the structure had to make it cost-prohibitive to build before one added the cost of hiring masters in each field.

    Haraka said as much when he suddenly shifted to a deep voice and began to lament the expenditure of resources it took to create the wall. To the voice it was not a matter of just money. It was also a matter of the ruling order willfully ignoring a long-standing health crisis just to build the shiny wall.

    "...but it was so ungodly expensive. With how much this had to have cost to build it might as well be made from platinum and gold then encrusted with diamonds!" Was the first lamentation that the deep voice inhabiting Haraka had made. The second lamentation was much more passionate, passionate bordering on the edge of anger.

    "Those funds could have been used for hospitals! OUR COUNTRY HAD BEEN IN A HEALTH CRISIS FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS! Did they really just ignore it and keep on with their own lives like none of us existed?! Our country had animals and plants with some of the greatest natural ingredients for medicine making in all the world! It wouldn't have been hard! This is why I refused then and refuse now to ever use the TaqAnon name! I can't call myself a child raised by Fennos Omaras if I ever let myself forget the terrible cold death sickness..." Came the second, more forceful lamentation. She could not quite get all the references, but she inferred that the wealthy opted to ignore the health crisis in favor of maintaining their own lavish lifestyle and pretending that nothing was amiss. That sounded a lot like the approach that Capital Crocus' wealthy had to the poor people... when they noticed them. When the poor were noticed, it was only to bash them as human refuse and summon the police to get rid of them. How they were gotten rid of was of no concern to the wealthy, only that the problem was removed from sight.

    "Uh, Haraka. Are you OK, dude?" Victoria asked Haraka after the latter's voice had deepened, then went back to his normal, soft-spoken tone. He then produced a key in the form of a necklace, a key that only the TagAnon family could use. Haraka said that the key was the best and quickest way to get through the gate and inside the walls, so she would let him use the key to get them past the costly and formidable walls.

    Haraka obligingly inserted the key into the lock and got them inside without any trouble. Lights came on automatically and Victoria beheld chandeliers hanging from the ceiling that were made of glass, crystal, and silver. Each one held magically created lights that had a glow like tiny stars beaming through the tall walls of the halls. There were many doors that lead to different places.

    "Wow." Was all that Victoria could say. She was dimly cognizant of how many lives the luxurious surroundings cost, but it was still impressive. She was one of the few land-dwellers privileged enough to see how the undersea elite lived. Hopefully Haraka would not hold her amazement against her.

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    Post by Haraka Omaras on 12th October 2019, 1:39 pm




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    For a moment there was a sort of calm, a break in the emotions. This wasn't a natural break, but rather one brought on by the outside force of a voice. By the time the mixed blood had turned to look back at Victoria? She was already caught in the amazement of luxury within the building. That's right. The man wasn't surprised nor angry at her for it. Everything was insanely lavish. "The country sunk from above the ocean to below it during the bronze age." Most metal work in the country was done using mages that could manipulate certain elements using either runes and markings of sorts, or raw magics. His voice had gone back to it's old quiet, sweet, and gentle tone. The fear of becoming something terrifying had certainly renewed a bit. "The building was built around the time the country was founded, during the time that most countries were still in the stone age. Everything here was made between those two ages using means of magic, or manpower." The country that thought it was above the forces of nature. There were making their own white metals using magic before they knew how to harvest and create for bronze metals. Trying to look down to avoid getting upset again didn't help. The floor had tiles made of perfect glass with enough quartz coloring to make it look like stone marbled with golden flecks. The gold was just topaz, a yellow type of quartz. Of course, the more pigment meant the harder it was to make the glass perfect. There way no way this tiling wasn't expensive at the time it was made.

    Wasn't there something in here that didn't look ungoldly expensive? Something that didn't make the man tremble with rage. Breathe, try not to slip into those feelings again that so wanted to storm.
    "I think that even grave robbers shouldn't be left trapped to die just because they were stupid and greedy enough to rush to a place they knew almost nothing about. At the time the country sunk, books and other writing that commented on the event avoided certain facts in order to be gentle towards the hearts of the survivors who escaped before their homes sunk under the ocean. One thing you wont hear about is how much they bastardized nature, feeling themselves to be above it. One example of this would be the treatment of nature spirits. Fire was at one point one of the most holy beings, but many of her past owners mistreated her. Any time she predicted a terrible misfortune they would tear a piece of her away, from her delicate wings to the voice she once had. They didn't treat her as a force of nature to be heeded, but a pet to get angry at and abuse if it didn't do exactly as they wanted. But doing that to her is as pointless as brutalizing the weatherman in that it wont stop the storm that comes." For some reason he was starting to feel sick. Emotions, reminders of the real consequences these beautiful ornaments came with. Silken rugs, crystal doors, paintings, sculptures, large hanging chandeliers... All this beauty created from pride and greed at the cost of others.

    Didn't the ice blue skinned person tell himself to disconnect from that? Yet the nausea didn't leave. What was better, to become sickened by the suffering caused, or angered by the thought of how much currency was used to pay for everything? There had to be an answer that didn't land on either of those things, a way to avoid terrible thoughts and feelings, to avoid the watering threatening the eyes and the burning in the stomach.

    "Victoria, I'm not really sure which door in which hallway to unlock first. We're both strangers to this building and you're currently the more stable one. Why don't you pick the hallway to look through first?  Maybe too many of the doors wont be locked if we're lucky." Though for all he knew they could all be locked, or only the bed rooms, or perhaps other rooms? "They had servants, so maybe not every door requires a key."



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    Post by Victoria Sheridan on 13th October 2019, 2:16 pm

    So this architecture was made during the Stone Age, when mankind was just beginning to get the idea that forming countries for a society that was easier to govern and easier to protect was a good idea. That was around the same time that humans also learned that beating something to death with a club or stabbing it to death with a spear was easier and safer than trying to kill something with one's bare hands. It would not be until the Bronze Age that Haraka had mentioned that mankind would begin to take toddling steps towards experimenting with metallurgy.

    It certainly had the splendor attributed to long-lost civilizations that had sunk beneath the sea. The floor tiles were made out of perfect glass mixed with just the right amount of topaz to make the tiles look like they were embedded with gold flakes. That fact, when combined with Haraka's comment that magic and manpower were used to build this castle, only reinforced her belief that none of this was secondhand stuff. Even if the manpower for building everything was provided by a compulsory labor force that was given quantities of food, water, and clothing that was just enough to keep them alive and working, the sheer cost of providing for the labor force would be nothing to sneeze at. That was before one added in the cost of the perfect glass, quartz, and commissioning the expertise of master architects, craftsmen, and mages.

    Victoria could tell that the other Haraka was not happy about the cost of the splendor. Original Haraka was not happy either; he was doing everything he could to avoid thinking about what happened to his family and the people unlucky enough to not be born into wealth and privilege. The brunette thought that undersea society would be different from those on land because of the peculiarities of life beneath the waves, but the rigid class system and skewed priorities of Haraka's society did not differ all that much from the "high" society of Capital Crocus.

    "So your upper crust treated nature spirits like playthings and then did a lot of spin doctoring to cover up their role in the disaster when an abused nature spirit got pissed off enough to take revenge? Is that why your country sank? Did they piss off the wrong water, earth, or wind spirit?" Victoria asked him. Even a land-dweller like her knew that pissing off a nature spirit while living in a society that sat on the ocean and was dependent on its resources was a suicidal idea. The elite must have figured that they could skip town on techno-magic submarines or turn into sea dragons and swim away and leave the poor to die in their place. Unfortunately their escape plans did not pan out for one reason or another. The more she learned about this place the more she grew to dislike it because it was too much of a reminder of "home."

    The Sabertooth mage looked around and found that what her companion said was true... the splendor of the palace was built on the blood and tears of others. The seductively beautiful architecture had become much less appealing, but it still called to the former street kid who had grown up with only what speed, guile, and judiciously applied force would allow her to keep. Victoria was surprised when Haraka asked her to pick the hallway he unlocked first, citing that he was too emotionally charged to make a rational decision.

    "OK, Haraka. I say that we go down the left hallway first." Victoria announced her decision with some confidence. She was not sure how to help Haraka other than to be concise in her speech and to avoid gawking at the magnificence built at such a high cost to his people.

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    Post by Haraka Omaras on 17th October 2019, 9:58 am




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    Did nature take revenge? The young looking man shook his head. "The spirits of the ice and ocean were always protected by the giant deep sea mantis shrimp, so they never got the chance to piss off the right nature spirits enough to cause that." Of course the reasoning behind the disaster not being caused by nature wasn't really a reassuring one. It had nothing to do with moral limitations on what they would or wouldn't do, merely merely a limitation that hadn't broken yet, a taboo never shattered. It wasn't for the lack of trying, as giant deep sea mantis shrimp meat was seen as a delicacy for nobility and royalty. Thinking about it made the man frown, it was probably better not to say that out loud though.
    Even if the young looking man was angry at them, it wasn't like he wanted to be angry at them. Nobody would ever ask for these conflicting emotions, not such anger to be aimed at those one should love and cherish. Still, one fact was undeniably clear.
    "The fall was still the direct fault of my blood familys. It not being on purpose doesn't make it any less of a fact. The city of corpses we passed were all people who tried to save my life and most of the ones remaining were upper class. The only ones that ran were nobility or royalty who knew who I was, most who did anyway..." It was strange to think about. His grandmother had wanted him dead. Deep sapphire blue eyes looked towards the left hallway, a pause in thought occurring before the man started to walk. Her firm word was all that he needed to make the choice to go in that direction. "A group of people was formed in this country, it destroyed everything."

    The left hallway looked as gaudy as every other piece of the palace that they had seen so far. Up ahead it looked like something was on the ground. The shape suggested it was likely a corpse. While it wasn't new, the miasma that had been in the location before the castles regeneration spell activated had more than likely left the body as well preserved as the ones that had been at the town. That's right, the old capital of the country. "This country used to sell a lot of goods before it sunk under. The perfect glass that wasn't colored by ground up quartz crystals used very common and cheap materials, making it possible for the wealthy of other countries to afford it much easier. I have a feeling that the wealthiest were as fond of it as the ones here had been but... I suppose some things don't change with time as easily." Nobility and the wealthy still commonly went after luxury goods and would still go for the most lavish types if they could afford it. It was getting harder and harder to stand up for the very dead family that they had gone there to protect the bodies of. Memories of his mind flashed briefly of the time he had looked even after Fennos had told him not to. She had said to stay in his room, had locked the door, yet he had unlocked it and peeked. The horrible sickness and it's affect on that poor soul would never be forgotten. He had to be careful what he said, or so that would have been the case if Haraka had been the next person to speak. A green wind whipped around the west fiore trading company member briefly before taking a short humanoid form in front of both of them.

    It seemed that winds temper had just about enough, it was easy to read with the genderless figures pitch black eyes narrowed. The curve of the mouth and the way they held them self also helped hint that they were quite done with listening. The spirits look was that of a pale white child in green tattered worn out looking clothing, pitch black eyes, and short wild and curly hair. There was an eerie feel to the creature, despite how non combative they appeared to be. This was only natural for a being with the essence of death itself as its blood to feel, even if wind was generally harmless this way. The voice that came out when the being spoke sounded like a culmination of many different peoples voices all speaking together.
    "Are you going to bring up that they left because your great aunt wanted you dead? That the majority of the royal family saw you as a mistake that your grandmother made? A piece of dirt that they blessed by not killing, despite how many attempts they made to get rid of you? The group that hired the grave diggers, the one that destroyed the country and caused it to sink was caused by this family. The stagnation in ranks and classes caused a group to form from middle and lower class that sold every bit of their humanity until it was only a group of monsters. I only know this because me and Harakas father used to keep the groups damage at bay together until his punishment. It was harder for him to keep the group at bay after they stripped him of the right to use me in summons anymore. They thought I could just be claimed after that?

    Those that died trying to force me into a contract should have known better. I am a breath of death, the morning dragonfly. One needs a type of quality before they can have me, or they will perish. They lacked it and so suffered for their ego. That didn't make the group go away though, nor Harakas father have any easier of a time keeping that group down. Eventually he slipped and they grabbed my child as bait. The perfect bait to get anyone who had ever been a victim in that country, a half demon, the minority most often killed for existing, but also the sickest minority that needed the most help. Their pride that kept the country stuck in stiff classes caused the group to form, their pride is what caused them to punish my brother for wanting to wed a bottom class woman, their pride is what caused them to under estimate that group, making them just as responsible for the mass slaughter as the killers that did it. My child, next time you want to tell someone history, don't cut out the worst parts while exploring the sinners den. I don't have that kind of patience."
    It was a reminder that wind still hated the royal family of this country. Maybe it shouldn't have surprised the eldest Omaras, but it did. It was a strange thing to be reminded of, but it was undeniable with the calm voices that had been so full of contempt for that family. The spirit had never hid those feelings, so this shouldn't have been shocking. Maybe it was the idea that he was saying them out loud rather than keeping it privately in conversations the two had while Haraka had slept.

    This on the other hand was definitely not a private location, not in the slightest. The mixed blood wanted to correct wind, but had a feeling that would make the spirit even more upset. Still... still...




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    Post by Victoria Sheridan on 18th October 2019, 3:03 pm

    Following a short distance behind her host and partner, Victoria was still puzzled as to why the upper crust would deliberately antagonize nature spirits when the country was in such a vulnerable position. Maybe they assumed that they had complete control over the spirits and could force them back into line with a command phrase or a control object. Maybe they were simply drunk with power and had never considered that one day something might go wrong in the worst possible way. Or maybe they were infected by the special kind of dumb it took to believe that kicking around nature spirits with control over their respective elements was a good idea.

    Just because one could do something did not mean that one should do it.

    That was the lesson that Victoria could take away from this visit to the home of the rich and powerful. The fall and decay of the once-mighty undersea kingdom also reminded her of a poem from a faraway land titled "Ozymandias." Victoria's brief foray into deep thought was interrupted by Haraka imparting more information about his past. What he had to say was clearly unpleasant for him to think about, much less say to a total stranger.

    "So your family was the one who brought about the ruin of the kingdom by the abuse of the spirits? And all the bodies we passed in the city were people who tried to help you get to safety?" Victoria asked Haraka. As the scion of the kingdom's royal family, it was only natural that he be spirited to safety so that he could survive to rebuild the kingdom once the disaster had passed. However, that led to a question that Victoria had but did not dare voice.

    If the people had known that Haraka's family was behind the disaster, would they have still helped him or would they have ensured that he perished with them?

    That was a question that might never be answered, but the brunette's attention was drawn to something that Haraka had said about his country. He had claimed that a clique of the best and brightest had formed and that they were the ones who had a hand in causing the disaster that brought the kingdom to ruin. It could have been a clique of the wealthiest and most influential individuals instead of a brain trust of the kingdom's greatest thinkers. Or the group could have been made up of the best and brightest, who were also wealthy and influential. Haraka's words were ambiguous and he did not seem willing to elaborate on the topic.

    Victoria was about to inquire further when a green wind whipped up around Haraka and a voice that belonged to a short humanoid began to tell more of Haraka's history and the history of the kingdom.

    It told of how Haraka's great aunt wanted him dead and how he was widely considered to be a mistake made by his grandmother and most of the royal family. That insult resonated with the brunette, who was called all manner of names while living on the streets of Capital Crocus, including a mistake. She knew what it was like to face scorn simply for existing. Victoria continued to listen as the voice contemptuously called the "group" nothing but a collection of monsters who had sold their humanity for power. Contrary to her belief, the group was composed of lower and middle-class people, not the upper crust.

    However, that did not change the fact that they had sold themselves for power. She also learned that Haraka and his father worked to do damage control until Haraka was stripped of the ability to summon the spirit who was currently talking. After that it continued to go downhill for Haraka's family and the kingdom.

    Many had sought to claim the spirit for their own ends and many had died trying to do so. The spirit's child had been taken to be used as bait for some purpose. It then went on to say that pride was the driving force behind the factors that led to the kingdom's downfall. Those factors were a stiff and stagnant class system with no room for advancement, ruthless enforcement of the rigid class system, and refusing to believe that the "group" could ever become a serious threat. The spirit then ended the lesson with a stern admonition to Haraka to refrain from cutting out the unpalatable parts of the kingdom's history the next time it was told.

    That was a lot of history for Victoria to try and understand, but she had a grasp of the basics. However, it did not seem that Haraka had a handle on his emotions. Considering the history of the place and all that went on here, she could not really blame him for being emotional.

    "Haraka, are you OK?" Victoria asked him, sensing that the room they were in had a special significance to the mage.

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    Post by Haraka Omaras on 29th October 2019, 10:54 am




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    The hallway wasn't a place Omaras had ever been in before this point, the only thing special was... “I...” There was a pause in his talking, eyes glancing to the black eyed spirit before looking back to Victoria. “Sorry, While I have three elemental spirits that have always helped me, he was my god parent. During the time I was being held by the group, my life rapidly declined each day due to-” Do you tell the full truth, or a partial one? Wind was right, he needed to say it all. It was hard to do that, but he needed to try. So...”I originally thought it was from the physical torture, but I think it was the miasma now. Even during then, it was so hard to see and figure out everything that was happening. My soul would have more than likely shattered or vanished from existence if Wind hadn't put a drop of his blood in me every night. This blood is pure death, so it healed me so long as fate said that I wasn't supposed to die yet. So.. That means in a weird way he is my parent by blood. When he gets upset, it can feel a bit hard to say anything back sometimes. He... he was my fathers greatest summon, that is how I met wind when I was a newborn. I didn't know he and my father hunted down trouble but...”[/color] How can he say that it can be hard to remember a lot of details? That the cracks in the soul effect memories?

    Haraka had no idea if he was told this or not before when he was a child. It was a possibility, as he could recall many times where the man would dress special then leave for days at a time. They probably had told  him back then. “It explains a few things. Not sure if adults would have been into telling kids that their dad hunts and kills people down for a living anyway.” In the end he avoided the memory issue all together. In any case it was starting to become more clear that it was a corpse ahead.  What should he do? Could he really just leave that person there? A servant near a spilled tea set and tray made of a white metal that had flowery designs  and precious gemstones in it. That spill had happened thousands of years ago, leaving not a single drop of liquid at current as a trace of what may have been inside. The only hint at what it was before would be the dried remains of the tea leaves crumpled within a section of the teapot that would have held such things. This was the design of this countries teapots, it made it easier to extract the tea leaves after the tea had steeped  for along enough time. The cause of death was likely from one of the walls, or the ceiling. Even if the buildings restoration spell was triggered by the grace robbers, it didn't remove the signs that the person had been crushed to death by falling bricks.

    The lack of any bricks on the dead figure didn't change the brick marks on their body, nor the crushed mummified bits of flesh and skin. The pale ice blue skinned person stopped next to the body, frowning a bit. He wanted to scoop the stranger up and light their body aflame outside. For their culture, their country? The worst thing to do to them would have been to leave their body intact. In their culture a corpse was meant to become part of nature again, not just keep existing. What should he do?
    “I will take their body outside, you two need to keep going.” The child like short being spoke, many different voices coming from its throat to speak their words. Pitch black eyes looked to the body as the short being circled it a bit. This was all before Wind decided to pick the body up than proceed to walk off. With the spirits bare feet and tattered clothing, it's appearance was certainly a strong contract to the luxury that surrounded the group. It was a strange sight for the West Fiore Trading Company member, as the spot the body had been resting on only moments ago looked so clean. Actually all of the inside looked clean, but the outside of the building still had blood. Did the castle have some sort of internal self cleaning spell? What a horrible thought, but not any worse than any of the other luxuries the ancient castle had to offer.

    “Lets just open a door and hope there isn't any more dead bodies...” His quiet voice had a bit of a tremble when spoken, but that wasn't really any surprise. The young looking mans body had a bit of a tremble as well, but he knew that giving in to these emotions would lead to later regretted actions. He took in a deep breath before approaching one of the nearby doors, grabbing the handle. It was locked. For a moment he felt a little flabbergasted. They even locked doors inside the building? Now once again he took out the horrible key, using it to unlock the overly extravagant door. There were no bodies inside, only an art gallery. Should he feel angry over how much this more than likely cost, or happy its not another body? There were certainly quite a few paintings, as well as carved sculptures and woven tapestries. Haraka took in a deep slow breath before closing the door, than walking over to the nearest next door in the hallway, that being one on the opposite wall as the gallery. This one wasn't locked, but it wasn't any less upsetting. It was an artificially created hot spring, made evident by the multitude of glowing runic symbols surrounding it. It even had a door inside that connected to the room next to it. This lead Haraka to walk from that doorway and towards the next room.

    The next room had towels, seats, sealed bottles marked with different labels, and containers for holding clothing. At this point he threw his hands up in the air, feeling more than a little frustrated. This was getting ridiculous. Letting out a small huff of frustration, the man walked over towards the next room in the hallway. Locked. The ice dragon key was used again. This room was a bit different. At leave one grave robber popped out moments after it was unlocked, a knife aimed for the mixed bloods throat. It was enough of a surprise that Omaras nearly stumbled over as he was backing up, only than remembering to side step out of the way.




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    Post by Victoria Sheridan on 31st October 2019, 8:10 pm

    "So this person was your godfather? This person right here?" Victoria asked Haraka, glancing at the deceased person lying on the floor out of the corner of her eye. Their body was remarkably well-preserved... they were so well-preserved that the numerous bruises on the body could still be seen. One did not need to be a crime scene investigator to conclude that the person had died from being crushed by something heavy like falling bricks. Victoria could only hope that death came quickly for the hapless person. She then listened to Haraka say that his father kept his job secret on account of the difficulty in explaining to children that their father killed people for a living.

    Victoria was mildly surprised to hear what Haraka had said, but she was not offended by it. Her adoptive father Lawrence Sheridan was an ex-soldier and current mercenary who killed people for money, so she was not going to cast stones at Haraka's father for what he did. Besides, the moral high ground was not something the brunette could claim here when her father was a mercenary who took the occasional shady job to make ends meet.

    "My adoptive dad did the same thing, Haraka. He's still a freelance troubleshooter, if you will. He saved my life in Capital Crocus when slavers who specialized in rounding up street kids tried to capture me. My back was literally against the wall and they were looking to add me to their night's catch. My adoptive father swooped in and killed four men in as many seconds." Victoria gave a brief rundown of how Victoria met Lawrence. She paused for a moment and watched as Wind took the body into his arms and walked outside to cremate it in accordance with the ancient customs of Haraka's people. Once Wind had left on his errand she resumed speaking.

    "My dad's not exactly a good role model and he didn't know much about raising a girl, but he saved my life. He also stood up for me when no one else would. He stepped in when the police and the Rune Knights could care less about what happened to street kids. It's a pretty sad world where a mercenary's a lot better than all the supposedly good upper-class people of Capital Crocus." Victoria commented about her family situation. She let more than a little disdain for Capital Crocus slip out, but she was not worried about that. She also came across as anti-authoritarian, which was not the attitude a Legal mage should have. However, Legal mages ran the gamut of personality types and life experiences just like everyone else.

    Victoria followed Haraka back into the hallway and watched his back as he unlocked another door with his special key. The brunette peered inside the open door and could not immediately make out the room's significance, but it had a lot of runes. Haraka walked in and she wordlessly followed him.

    -Inside the room-

    Victoria followed Haraka into the room, which revealed more of its purpose when she glimpsed towels, seats, sealed bottles marked with different labels, and containers for holding clothing. It must have been either a sauna or some other spa-like facility. Whatever it was, it was not what Haraka was looking for because the latter huffed in frustration. He wordlessly walked to another door in the hallway and unlocked it, revealing an unpleasant surprise in the form of a burly grave robber wielding a knife that was aimed at Haraka's throat!

    Haraka stepped aside and the brunette sprung into action, punching the grave robber squarely in the left jaw and taking a gash to her left shoulder in return. She ignored the wound and punched the man in the stomach, causing him to retaliate by grabbing her by the shoulders and flinging her into the narrow doorfame to her right. The right side of Victoria's head hit the doorframe, hurting her badly and pissing her off even worse as the right side of her body slumped against the wall.

    Before that she would just have punched the guy out. Now she wanted to murder the jackass. Victoria bolted up and grabbed the man's fist as it hurtled towards her face. She pushed it back from whence it came, then grabbed him by the shoulders and kneed him in the nether regions, causing him to yell in pain. After striking that critical blow she kneed him in the same place again before letting him go, then drew back her right hand and punched him in the right side of the face.

    The grave robber staggered backwards and Victoria rushed him. She was not going to stop until this jackass was unconscious. The man barely had time to blink before she had hit him in the face with a one-two punch combo and knocked him down with a third punch to the chest. He sat up to continue the fight when she kicked him in the face with all the force she could muster. He fell back down and did not stir again.

    "Lights out, asshole." Victoria snarked. She then used a Medical Bag spell to her her wounded shoulder. A golden ball appeared in her right hand and she touched it to her shoulder wound, which closed up in a matter of seconds. the brunette then turned towards Haraka.

    "I wonder how many more of those clowns are hiding in here." Victoria commented to her job partner.

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    Post by Haraka Omaras on 6th November 2019, 6:19 pm




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    The man watched Victoria as she attacked the grave robber. She had taken him down pretty quick, thankfully without getting too hurt. It had given the mixed blood a bit time to cool his head. The young looking man created a rope once the fight was over, tying the criminal up after. How many people were there was a good question. "Maybe there's a way to find out? They and us should be the only living things in the castle. The entire area had to have been coated with that deadly miasma before they triggered the castles revive spell, otherwise animals would have eaten the dead bodies around here a long time ago." Like the servant they had seen in the hallway. He couldn't imagine anything besides the miasma that would have protected the bodies. The building had been a broken mess before. A fuzzy image flashed in his mind briefly of a broken down memory. A blood red sky, a haze in the sky made the sun look white sand blurred, a large glass wall being broken and crumbled as if it had been built from unbaked clay. The memory faded as quickly as it went, mind returning back to the topic at hand.

    Talking about that, the young man shook his head. It was time to answer her earlier question. No, the dead person was a total stranger to the man. It was time to tell as much.
    "Wind is my godfather. The spirit technically has no name, but it's easier to call him something." Sort of similar to how it was easier sometimes to call the genderless being 'him' sometimes. It was kind of strange to think about how little Wind actually cared on what people called them, but the doctor wasn't about to take advantage of that. But information on his parental figures wasn't something he expected to lead to learning more about Victoria. She said he wasn't a good role model, but was he really not? "from what I can tell, your adoptive dad did a really good job, as you're a pretty amazing person. It sounds like you knew a lot about his work." Maybe it would be nice to hear more about her. It was already helping a bit. He finished tying up the passed out criminal before briefly looking around the room. It looked like a private study, which was a lot better than the other rooms so far.

    Not needing anything in the room really, the tall man grabbed the passed out pile of person. The individual was dragged out of the room and into the hallway. This castle was too big, so leaving them in the hallway would be a good way to remember to pick the person up later.
    "You can open the next few rooms if you want, if they aren't locked." The man was still pretty emotionally exhausted from everything so far. It would be nice if at the least, someone else was opening the rooms that were so infuriating.



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    Post by Victoria Sheridan on 8th November 2019, 11:33 am

    "You're right, Haraka. There is a way to find out how many more of them are lurking in here, but I'm not sure how. Maybe they have some mages with them for extra muscle and we can use them to pinpoint the rest. We can use their pack mentality against them." Victoria opined to her more thoughtful colleague. Despite occasional bursts of intuition and a slowly growing sense of responsibility as a practitioner of healing magic, Victoria was still best employed as a weapon where brute force trumped the need for subtlety. She was fine with that. She knew her place and was good at her job.

    When Haraka mentioned Wind, the brunette's attention turned her attention away from her aching head to him. Victoria had seen a short dude who had some connection to the West Fiore Trading Company mage carry off the person's corpse earlier... was that Wind? If so, he was a short dude with quite a bit of attitude and a lot of rancor towards the former ruling establishment, rancor that was not entirely undeserved. After all Victoria had heard about them and how they squandered resources that could have helped the kingdom on frivolous structures like the castle they were currently in, she could not blame Wind for being pissed. Her mind turned back to Capital Crocus and how the situation of the poor could have been helped if the city council was not dominated by the local elite, who would rather dump money into yet another perfectly planned and immaculately sculpted city park instead of provide improved sanitation and medical care to the "bad" parts of town.

    "That short dude I saw carrying the corpse earlier is your godfather Wind, right? He seems like a pretty cool guy. His words might be blunt, but you know how he feels about something or someone." Victoria said to Haraka about Wind. She could respect someone like Wind, someone who was forthright about how they felt about something. Maybe it was the street kid in Victoria who liked someone willing to stand up to the establishment and take them to task. At any rate, the subject soon turned to Lawrence Sheridan, her adoptive father and the one who taught her her main magic.

    "I'm not even sure if Lawrence Sheridan is his real name or just a pseudonym he fed me so that he has a name, but in the end it doesn't matter. Even though he wasn't ready to raise a girl he did the best he could with me. All things considered I think I turned out all right... mostly. I like fighting more than a Legal mage should and I like hard liquor, but no one's perfect." Victoria commented about her adoptive father. Again, she was not sure if Lawrence Sheridan was his real name or not. Again it did not matter what his name was. Lawrence stood up for her when no one else would and took her in; he even got her started on two viable trades that ordinarily did not mix but somehow worked for her, bartending and magic. It was safe to say that she owed him a lot more than she could ever repay.

    Victoria watched Haraka tie up the subdued grave robber before he made an offer. He offered for her to take the lead for the next few rooms, an offer which she would gladly accept. She was still in the mood for a fight and was arguably more composed than Haraka, who had good reason to be upset considering all that had happened here.

    "All right, Haraka. I'll go first. Now I need to pick a door for us to go through... not that there's any shortage of those." Victoria remarked, making a reference to the length of the corridor and the number of rooms to choose from. The nobles obviously believed that anything worth doing was worth overdoing. Victoria sauntered past the doorway and to the next door on the left, putting her right hand on the knob and twisting it left. It opened without a hitch.

    "Now we get to see what's behind Door Number One." Victoria commented to her partner and host in her best game show hostess voice.

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    Post by Haraka Omaras on 12th November 2019, 2:45 pm




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    The question of the hour really was to figure out how many grave robbers were stuck in there, wasn't it? These thick walls and long hall had a lot of space to cover. It would take more time than he wanted to spend to check possibly hundreds of rooms in a place filled with an uncounted amount of dead bodies. Some were strangers, others were family members that hadn't had friendly thoughts of him all the time. "I like your idea of using one of them to figure out the rest." It was a good idea. Even if they didn't know how many were left, the grave robbers would certainly know how many got trapped inside after the castles revival spell was set off. How did that last one have so much energy left when they must not have eaten for days? Or maybe that was why the man was able to attack at Victoria with so much energy before. Hunger could do amazing and terrible things to people.

    The West Fiore Trading Company member nodded a little as his friend seemed to be making sure who wind was.
    "That is him. He is a fae type of being that the living aren't supposed to ever see or interact with. When one of his kind dies its energy recycles into a new one, they are called breaths of death. The only rules he follows are those of his people, his role in nature is to help the dead that don't get born again rest as deeply as possible so as to not get disturbed. He's of the morning, so the age range he deals with are primarily children." Saying that though, it was a reminder of his denial earlier to what Victoria had asked. The half ice dragon did say the nobility hadn't gone too far with nature spirits, but the fact that his father figure had used such a being in summons didn't look that good. Maybe she didn't remember him saying that? But it was better to explain things fully, not rely on an incomplete image not sounding too bad.

    "Anyone who tried to force a bond on wind died. He never had a 'master' among the living, only people he either liked, or tolerated." There was no nice way to voice the spirits independence. None of this information involved lies, but that didn't make untrue. Sometimes reality wasn't covered in flowers. The elder Omaras wished he could say that it wasn't good what Wind did, but it was. Those were people that had been clearly greedy for power, ignoring warnings and ignored all the signals that they should not have proceeded. The spirit wasn't malevolent or any such thing, but it was deadly to ignore the warnings of natures raw forces. Wind being incapable of purposely causing harm on others without either becoming corrupted, or having a summoner didn't mean that others couldn't harm themselves on him. That had happened enough in his time for the spirit to be treated like a natural disaster by many that knew of it during the ages that he was used and grasped for. At the least, the young looking mans bond with the being had blocked others from trying to force themselves on the dragonfly for long enough for most of the world to forget.

    "His blood and essence is purified death, the voices he speaks with being from the memories of those he's helped. The spirit is technically genderless and nameless being that's built to not have an easily moved heart. Their aura is naturally deadly, making trying to force a connection he doesn't want akin to digging your own grave. It's actually impossible for him to willingly bond with someone without killing them if they don't have a certain amount of death in them already." At the same time those facts never stopped people from trying, did it? It was a dirty fact of life that there would always be at least a few who considered themselves great enough to bend the laws of nature and even superior enough to grab it's veins and reach inside for hidden power. That never ended well, but people still try regardless.

    "It's why he's blunt. To Wind, lying and beating around the bush are pointless. Only following the laws his kind follow, caring for young souls, and the few living that he cares for is what matters to him... so while a holy being, don't expect him to care about cultures or country laws." That information was one of the main reasons why Omaras would never allow wind to be a summon while they were bonded together. He was a good creature, kind and loving in their own weird psychotic way. But they were also over protective and could get very childish with their viewpoints. But when listening to Victoria he felt a bit of a connection. They both had at least one usual parental figure in their life at some point, they both came out as well as they could have in a world that doesn't always let one see that there's a light somewhere in the sky. It was full of corruption from top and bottom. The less dark but still guilty were those not corrupted but only looked out for their own well being.  

    That lesser evil was something he had failed to be again and again. Even when on the run, in hiding,during those many years of the past? He still did things that wouldn't exactly have been considered selfish, though he hadn't exactly put himself in the line of danger either.
    "Nobodies perfect Victoria, but I do think your fondness of fighting has helped out quite a bit with how many grave robbers we've run into." That's right. They may not have run into many inside the castle yet, but outside? There had been quite a lot. It was chaotic madness that the man was hoping to never run into again. The young looking man was also happy to not have to deal with trying to figure out how to pick yet another door. He didn't expect the door she picked to open, but it did fine. It made more sense once it was opened though. It looked like a dining room. The chandeliers were especially radiant in materials and colors in this room. There were three dining tables with variance in length. He knew why this was, for good or bad. "The smallest table was for family members closest to the king and the king herself The second table was for lower ranked family not welcome to the first table. The last table was for guests, the most welcome ones would be seated the closest to the royal family's table."

    It was strange details he had learned from his grandmother but had never actually expected to matter. The tables were meant for sitting on the floor to, so the legs to them were shorter than one might have expected. There were rugs next to each table, perhaps to make sitting more comfortable? But why not use pillows? Well, the pillows wouldn't have so finely said how glorious the royal family was. This was what The West Fiore Trading Company member suspected after walking closer. The plates and bowls set out looked spelled, the eating sticks glittering like the fine stones they were made from. Why did they look spelled? Because the food on them still looked fresh. Why did it look fresh? The answer may have been related to the sounds of a conversation going on in the kitchen that was connected to the room, it's doorway hidden by layers of silk curtains.

    But wait, why didn't they hear him talking a minute ago? They must really not be expecting anyone to be coming that wasn't part of their group.
    "The food storage in the kitchen likely has a number of spells for preservation and duplication in it. I think a number of them are taking advantage of it. You picked a good room." The words were spoken quietly towards his friend, even if it seemed like the robbers seemed to have their guards down. This was a good chance for them to have surprise on their side for once when it came to these goons. The goods that had probably been eating the high life while being stuck here. Probably was a good term for this since preserved drinks and ingredients did not make one a masker of cookery.



    The Blood of death kept me breathing. From that fluid birthed a new rhythm.

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    Post by Victoria Sheridan on 15th November 2019, 4:58 pm

    Carefully entering the room while Haraka regaled her with more information about the short guy with a big attitude named Wind, Victoria was ready for another fight with the grave robbers who had gotten trapped in the castle. They had likely heard the fight with the guy in the previous room and were heading in that direction, so the brunette had to be ready for another close-quarters brawl. Despite her smaller frame, she did not need a weapon to triumph in most close-quarters fights. Her fists alone were usually sufficient to bring her victory because people saw her small frame and underestimated how hard they could hit. Going back again to the "big surprises in small packages" theme, it sounded like people had underestimated Wind as well and had paid the ultimate price for their folly.

    "It sounds like Wind was quite a big deal back in the day. He and he alone chose who could form a bond with him and it sounds like he was pretty particular about who he bonded with. That was a good thing because if the wrong person bonded with Wind it sounds like everyone would have had a really bad day." Victoria opined while she paused about fifteen steps away from the entrance and looked for grave robbers or traps set by the smartest of them, which was likely a pretty low bar. Victoria was not a smart person, but even she knew better than to go to an ancient undersea kingdom that had been dead for centuries without some sort of back-up plan or two. She stuck to land, which was where someone like her belonged.

    Victoria looked around the room and saw three dining tables of various lengths and heights. She was about to ask Haraka what the significance of that arrangement was when he chimed in with more information about Wind. The curious brunette put her inquiry on hold and listened to what she was told about the mysterious figure. Apparently he was a law unto himself due to his "heritage" as a fae with strong associations with death and could choose who he bonded with. Any attempts to bond with Wind without his express permission and without the would-be bond maker having a certain amount of death in them were doomed to failure.

    "This Wind guy's pretty interesting. He not only chooses who he bonds with, but he also acts according to the rules of his kind and those rules alone. You'd think that your people would know better than to try to force someone with his pedigree under their control, but apparently they thought that they could be his master. Obviously they didn't have what it took to bond with someone like him." Victoria commented again on Haraka's godfather and protector. He did not put up with anyone's nonsense and was quick to take people to task when the situation called for it. She wondered if Wind's attitude caused him to have as many enemies as he did people lining up trying to bond with him. She heard Haraka comment about her self-proclaimed bellicose nature and was mildly amused when he stated that being willing to fight at a moment's notice was not a bad thing, given their current circumstances.

    "Thanks, Haraka. I picked up that habit from the streets, where you had to be ready to fight at any time. People who weren't ready to fight tended not to last very long unless they had protection or could run really fast." Victoria informed Haraka where she had picked up her bellicose tendencies. It was an old habit that was nearly impossible to break, but the brunette was not in any hurry to break it, not after it had saved her life on many occasions over the course of her career. Many of her adversaries had expected her to cave in and not fight due to a size difference or being heavily outnumbered. In between her fists, her magic, and the sheer audacity of attacking when people expected her to give up, Victoria had eked out many wins over technically superior opponents.

    Victoria's mind turned from her fighting nature back to the three different tables that dominated the dining room. What was the point of their sizes varying so much? Haraka soon told her why.

    The difference in sizes was to reinforce the status differences between the royal family, their guests, and lower-status members of the royal family. According to him, the smallest table was for family members closest to the king and the king herself. The second table was for lower ranked family not welcome to the first table. The last table was for guests; the most welcome ones would be seated the closest to the royal family's table.

    "I guess your people really were that status-conscious if they went so far as to have separate tables made. That or the royals really didn't like you and your family. All things considered, I'd say that you got the last laugh 'cause you're still here." Victoria said to Haraka. Her remarks were probably in poor taste, but there was some truth to them. The despised Haraka was still alive while the elitists who shunned him were all dead... at least as far as she knew. There might be a few nobles kicking around somewhere because upper-class vermin like them tended to survive while good people died, but she would have to deal with that later. Sounds that sounded like a conversation caught her ear and that of Haraka.

    "Do you hear that? It sounds like we're not the only ones here." Victoria remarked to Haraka in a whisper, ready and waiting for another fight to break out.

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    Post by Haraka Omaras Today at 2:46 pm




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    "It's not just a him thing. Any breath of death like him is that way. I think wind was just especially chased after because of his age and animal. The morning types like him are dragonflies, and nobility ruled by dragons tend to like like dragon named things... Also, the fact that there's only ever a small specific number of his kind tends to lure those who like having rare things." It sounded bad, but at this point there wasn't much Haraka could do about that. A lot of damning things had already been spoken, one new piece of information wasn't going to tarnish their image more than it already had been. But Victoria was right, Wind had been a very big deal. He was a big enough deal that if the country didn't see you as worthy, the King was allowed to command the bond broken. They should have known better, she was right. The nobility should have known better, but sometimes the temptation of having something powerful was too much of a temptation. Or maybe it was a sort level in rank that wind symbolized to some of them? It would explain why people started questioning his fathers capabilities as soon as the man started courting a low ranked woman from outside the country.

    The mixed blood was a bit surprised about his friends comment about him having the last laugh. Still, she wasn't wrong. The way they viewed him? He was never allowed in the castle while the family had been alive. The key the half ice dragon had used ended up using a key meant for their corpse to enter a place now full of intruders and dead bodies. It was a strange thing to think about.
    "They would be turning in their graves if they knew I had stepped into this building..." Of course like ever word so far since finding out about the intruders, it was spoken quietly. It was a strange reminder that they considered the elder Omaras too dirty to enter. The family member who had rejected their families last name on his own as a child. At the time he hadn't understood totally what that really fully meant, only that taking it might have pushed him one step closer to the grave and one step further from their protective mother. That seemed horrifying to a small young child. At the time all that was desired by him was to stay with his mother at home. A home that was now gone, while this place? It looked too expensive and brilliant. This was a place that was amazingly beautiful for the art, brilliance it took to create everything inside, and materials used.

    But these were the very things that also made it maddening and horrifying, for the price tag was so ridiculously steep. The things it could have and should have been used for was in the many. The reasons it wasn't used for these things in the end all revolved around a culture of seeing those of lower classes as being less of people. If they are less of people, than then it meant the lowest classes weren't typically seen as people at all. Another way to say it is that there was the cultures that belonged to middle classes and lower classes, then there was the culture of the upper class. That culture was able to exist as something that had the money and space to ignore reality. This might have been the thing that damned them in the end. Still, he couldn't think badly of them. Even if Wind didn't like them, and it seemed like Victoria didn't care for them either. How could a building look so beautiful and yet ugly? In the end he supposed that meant this wasn't the most beautiful place he had ever seen. That's right...
    "I think the West Fiore Trading Companies headquarters is still the most beautiful place I have ever seen, because it doesn't make me feel disgusted or angry."

    With those quiet words spoken, it seemed everything was out in the open, at least for now. All that was left to go into the room that was more than likely a kitchen. Before going in? The man reached into his chest, remembering what happened before outside. The lantern with the calming feel and the heartbeat. It was taken out again, the quiet beating like a hearts rhythm. After it was taken out he started to feel its magic, the words and spell that was needed. Yes, that was the one he needed."Into Acheron."The light within the object turned black before pouring out. Now every enemy around a 150 meter radius that was an enemy couldn't move in any form of way for at least long enough for them to get in there without too much issue. Why use this spell? Perhaps he was just feeling a little paranoid and that didn't jive well with the idea of going into an unknown room with unknown amount of people that might be in any location there, even next to the doorway or behind a large object, or under a table recovering from a hangover. There was just a strong desire to avoid being outnumbered or taken by surprise again. But of course things don't always go as planned.

    Going past the long tables and through the doorway that was covered up with curtains revealed a large kitchen. There were ovens that used runic in and on crystal like perfect glass spheres inside them as their source of power. There were cabinets filled with various types of dishware, each one made of perfect glass, even the different types of knifes. A large pair of doors that lead to an oven large enough to walk into. Various Spices were in marked with a label and runes in glass jars with glass lids. One walk in room within the kitchen was designed specifically to stay at  a specific temperature and lighting for the best preservation of the wines within, even having its own preservation spell circle on the floor of the room. There were over ten people there, most stuck in place holding some variant of food. One of them however it seemed had used a shield to block the spells temporary effects. What kind of power did they have? At the least this grave digger was a strong enough wizard to block the spells effect and smart enough to react before things had taken full effect.




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    Description: The name of the first area that a ferryman crossed in mythology was Acheron, The River of Woe. To cast the spell, the mage must speak "Into Acheron". The light within his lantern will turn black before it(the light) pours down to coat the area in a thin layer of black whispering ice at a speed of 75 meters per second, covering an area of 150 meters. There are maddening screams of agony and wails of deep sorrow that only the targets would hear. The black ice reaches up from the ground towards the enemies in the area, doing 50HP worth of damage to them every round. The black cold also stops their movements for the first round that they step into the area.  
    Downside: The spell will end early if the caster isn't holding his lantern in some way, or if it is put away in his chest. Can't cast the spell if he cannot talk.
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