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    Mythal Ragnos
    Mythal Ragnos

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    Lineage : Heir to Darkness
    Position : God of Sedulity
    Posts : 699
    Guild : Rune Knights
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Age : 32
    Mentor : Nessa Cordelia Lux (Former)
    Experience : 1,977,749

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Kami No Ken Sutairu O Taosu
    Second Magic: Kingdom Darkness Embodiment
    Third Magic: Soul Stone/Trickster's Illusions

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    Post by Mythal Ragnos on 3rd September 2020, 7:17 pm

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    Mythal didn’t trust Ozorith as far as he could throw him. But there was no denying when his information was good. It was the breakthrough that the Rune Knights needed and now, finally, they would be able to bring Vriko, his sister, to justice.

    She had been keeping to herself since her apparent takeover of the bandit village in Vintermyr. Most of her gang had either been arrested or obliterated in the battle, leaving her without many allies to rely on. Yet she still had them -- trustworthy enough that she had managed to keep herself out of sight for over a year. Mythal and Serilda had never stopped seeking her out but eventually other matters too precedence, especially given the sudden awakening of the two Seals within them. Their attentions went elsewhere and soon locating the woman had moved down the list. If she planned some kind of attack, she would find herself poorly outmatched against the pair.

    Truthfully, Mythal didn’t really want to act on the information, merely out of principle. It was giving Ozorith a chance to say he had done something for them, provided a means without much of an end. For a demon lord obsessed with his own power, it was not a great place to be. But there was also the fact that letting good information pass without acting on it was irresponsible. Vriko may not have done anything for a long time but there was no telling if she was plotting another scheme. She had been willing to sacrifice an entire town to try and bring him down -- there was no telling what else she would try and do. Dealing with Ozorith would have to come later; handling Vriko and putting her under arrest was the right move.

    It was hard to plan for an assault without knowing where the woman was. They would meet Ozorith’s informant at a secret location and, once there, they would be informed where the hiding place was. It could be anywhere from a hole in the ground to a guarded, armored fortress. And so, in preparation, Mythal made sure the Rune Knights that were tasked to the attack were prepared for anything. Every scenario, every situation -- they would cover it all. And they made plans for every tactic that could be used against them. There could be no mistakes here and the less lives lost, the better the mission would look in the end. The Magic Council wanted a win and the Rune Knights needed it.

    Of course, once they had Vriko in hand, there was the matter of ensuring her safety. Though he didn’t much care for the woman, as she had already tried to kill him twice, her ability as a master swordswoman couldn’t be put into the wrong hands. He’d seen firsthand how she wielded several swords imbued with God Slaying magic and he refused to let that kind of firepower be handed over to the Magic Council so easily. She would be locked away within the prison of the Rune Knights and left there until they could come up with something more secure.  That was counting that she didn’t try anything stupid when she found herself cornered and out of options. She’d been trained by the Sons of Faera, or at least that’s what Mythal assumed. He knew that Archimedes had a hand in making sure she was a living weapon, at the very least.

    When the day came, the squadrons dispatched and made camp at their rally points. With over a hundred Rune Knights at the ready, it was up to Mythal and Serilda to move in and meet with the contact. And what a despicable place it was to have a meeting -- Morgate Town was less a former community hub and more a wasteland of forgotten memories. A former dark guild had laid siege to the city, killing numerous civilians and destroying the once gorgeous place. For a long while, it was considered a testing ground for magical weapons and the leftover radiation from such field tests still infected the air and land in the modern day. Honestly, there was no better place to find sanctuary from the outside world.

    At least they were meeting in one of the less infectious areas. A former strip mall that had fallen to rubble and metal foundations was as suitable a place to have a secret meeting as any. Mythal glanced up through the massive hole in the building’s roof, sniffing the air softly before frowning in disgust. “Can still smell tha’ death here,” he said to Serilda, glancing around on the remnants of the balconies. He already had Curse out and ready, on guard in case this happened to be some kind of trap. It seemed stupid that Ozorith would plan such a ruse for the two Rune Knights but… well, there was no telling with that guy.




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    Serilda Sinclair
    Serilda Sinclair

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    Lineage : Scion of the Void King
    Position : Goddess of Conviction
    Posts : 835
    Guild : Rune Knights (GM)
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 1,976,157

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Voidwalking
    Second Magic: Sword of Wrath
    Third Magic: Cruorthurgy

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    Post by Serilda Sinclair on 9th September 2020, 5:47 pm

    Seri Banner
    Conviction never shames nor condemns us.
    It calls us back to who we truly are.
    Serilda had been pretty angry the day that Mythal called her to say that Ozorith had paid him a surprise visit at his house. It hadn’t been a confrontation of any kind. At least, not from what Ozorith had claimed. All he’d wanted to do was supposedly meet Mythal and pass along some valuable information, but that hadn’t made Serilda happy with it. If he’d wanted to meet him, she would have preferred to set up a meeting on their own terms. Unfortunately, Ozorith wasn’t the type to take other people’s terms into consideration unless it suited him, a fact that both she and Mythal were well aware of. Mythal had been quite staunch in his refusal to play nice with the Prime Sin through the meeting, not that Serilda had any issue with him being obstinate toward Ozorith. She knew Mythal could handle himself around the demon, she was just sour that Oz had thought it best to approach Mythal alone.

    Time had healed that annoyance a bit, if only because she’d gotten caught up with a million other more pressing problems between then and now. However, now that they were finally here on the day they were taking their move against Vriko, those annoyances had drummed back up again. Their troops had been dispersed to their various locations through the city, where they knew their instructions on what to look for and how to react once the action got moving. Mortgage was a bit of a hell hole, filled with far too many places that people could hide or set up some kind of ambush, and unfortunately they didn’t know exactly where Vriko and her bandits were at present. They knew the dark haired woman was camped in the center somewhere, but they needed to know more than that if they were going to move forward effectively.

    Which meant that for now, they were waiting. Ozorith had promised a contact, one of his followers that had somehow joined up with Vriko’s group and was willing to betray them at the behest of her lord. A time and place had been chosen and arranged through one of the demon lord’s subordinate demons, and now Serilda and Mythal were keeping an eye out for the contact at an abandoned strip mall. The place had been reduced to rubble long ago, either during the original outbreak or during a former dark guild’s magical testing on the grounds. It smelled awful, a fact that Mythal commented on absently as he sniffed the air. Serilda nodded.  “The scent of corrupted blood is strong, too,” she informed him softly, not wanting to speak too loud so they could hear anyone approaching.

    Victoria was present for the day’s events. The Conquoress was more than a little interested in participating in the venture and watching the Rune Knights work, and Serilda herself was surprised to realize that she actually wanted the older woman there. There was no telling what kind of tricks Vriko could pull with her own connection to Kingdom Darkness, and it eased Serilda’s stress remarkably well to know that she had Victoria to rely on as additional support should something unexpected come up. Though, that would only be as a last resort. More than anything, Serilda did not wish for Ozorith to discover that she shared a soul with the nephilim. She wasn’t sure how he would react to the news. Either he would be furious, or find a way to try and use it to his advantage. Neither option was ideal. Unfortunately, Serilda could not plan properly for the unknown, and Vriko had already proven herself a wild card a number of times.

    Somewhere on the fringes of her Void Sense, she felt the air shifting.  “Someone’s coming,” Serilda informed Mythal, turning to face the direction the figure was approaching from. They were still a ways off, but the two Rune Knight leaders wouldn’t have to wait long before the woman appeared, stepping into the mall carefully through an opening in the rubble. She had short blonde hair that flipped out on the ends, and blue eyes just as fierce as Serilda’s, if a little darker blue than the Voidwalker’s. She was garbed in a long blue robe with an oversized hood that revealed the fullness of her face as she pulled the cowl down from her head. Xiuh, who had been sitting at Serilda’s feet, stood up to face the woman with attention.

    “Praise to Ozorith, the Lord of Wrath,” the woman said, her voice surprisingly melodic and sweet for someone who was loyal to arguably one of the most vicious and dangerous demons currently alive. It was obviously a passphrase of some kind to confirm that she was with the right people.

    Serilda’s face scrunched in annoyance.  “I am not saying that.”

    The woman smiled a little, her expression filled with honest mirth rather than a mocking one. “It was implied that would be your response.” She approached cautiously, taking her time so the pair would know that she wasn’t going to try anything shifty while in their presence. When she was within a respectable distance of them, she dropped to a knee at Serilda’s feet with her head bowed low. “It is an honor to meet you, my lady. And you as well, director. I am Morgaine Tenebris, humble servant to you and our lord.”

    Your lord,” Serilda corrected the woman, her tone patient despite the scowl on her face.  “Your genuflection is appreciated, but not needful. I am not royalty. A simple bow is appropriate.” The noblewoman was used to this type of behavior. Most people didn’t go so far, but from time to time there were people who overplayed their respect, usually out of nervousness or uncertainty in not knowing the appropriate way to behave before a noble. Serilda never chastised them over it -- after all, how would that look on her to berate someone for treating her with deference? But she usually did take the time to gently correct them.

    Apparently, in this instance the education wasn’t needful. “With all due respect, my lady, you misunderstand. I do not kneel to you because of your nobility. I kneel to you as the vassal and Sword.” Morgaine looked up then, still with her kind smile. Serilda was starting to wonder how in the world this woman fit in with Ozorith or with Vriko.

    Doing her best not to let her own expression sour any more at the reminder of her high station in the woman’s faith, Serilda recognized that Morgaine was waiting for a dismissal of some kind and nodded to her. The blonde woman rose gracefully to her feet and faced them both. “I have been instructed to provide you all the information I have on Vriko and her followers, as well as to comply with whatever you instruct of me for your mission, on the grounds that I am to be granted clemency for any actions upon my part taken during my tenure with the bandits. If these terms are correct, then I am ready to obey. Where would you like me to start?”

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    Mythal Ragnos
    Mythal Ragnos

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    Lineage : Heir to Darkness
    Position : God of Sedulity
    Posts : 699
    Guild : Rune Knights
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Age : 32
    Mentor : Nessa Cordelia Lux (Former)
    Experience : 1,977,749

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Kami No Ken Sutairu O Taosu
    Second Magic: Kingdom Darkness Embodiment
    Third Magic: Soul Stone/Trickster's Illusions

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    Post by Mythal Ragnos on 9th September 2020, 7:36 pm

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    Mythal had been in a lot of shitty places in his life but Morgate was definitely one of the worst. Even the sewers of Talonia were nothing in comparison to the disgusting grime and heavy dread that seemed to fill every ounce of the former city. He didn’t like it here and he wasn’t keen to remain in the ruins any longer than he needed to. Truthfully, it reminded him a lot of Kingdom Darkness. The air seemingly had grown hands and managed to wrap its gnarled, slimy fingers around one’s throat, cutting off their air. The death and decay, though years old, still permeated out of every crack within the crumbling walls. That wasn’t even including all of the outright danger that was presented from the brigands that called this place home. Not many, surely -- but the ones that did had to be beyond crazy.

    Serilda followed up his comment about the smell of the blood, earning a soft scoff of disgust from the Darkness King. He wasn’t surprised, honestly, to learn that Vriko had taken up residence in such a hideous place. Considering who had raised her and where she had spent her life, this probably felt like a playground. Granted, he was running off a lot of assumptions. But he could only imagine that if she was that closely tied to Kingdom Darkness, she probably lived within the mortal strongholds established by Faera’s followers. The thought of it brought a mixture of emotions. On the one hand, she had the wherewithal to understand what she was doing and clearly acted upon her feelings. She had sent an entire city of bandits upon himself and Serilda. But was that truly from her own hatred? Or had it been bred into her from childhood, imbued into her mind through the lessons of her terrible masters and ‘family’? Was she really to blame? And was it possible she could be reformed, maybe even earn forgiveness?

    Perhaps that was just some odd positivity that was trying to look on the bright side of things. The hard truth was that she had tried to kill him twice and, undoubtedly, would try again given the opportunity. And if things went as they planned, it was entirely possible that she would prove his point in only a little while. But that was still to come -- at the moment, they had to stand and wait for whatever vile human being was meant to be their contact. It wouldn’t be long before Serilda warned him of someone approaching, drawing his attention to his fiance as she turned in the direction she had sensed movement. His hand tightened around his sword, the blade steady in his grip as he watched carefully the hole with which an entrance would now, surely, be made. Much to the surprise of himself and Serilda, a pretty, young woman came striding into the mall, slowly removing her hood to reveal that shocking factor. She seemed completely out of place, more akin to a library within Era than to the filth of Morgate.

    The sickly sweet voice of the woman rang out as she came within a couple yards of them, offering gesticulated plaudits to Ozorith, wherever he was. The gesture earned her a raised eyebrow and a snort of disgust from Mythal, even as Serilda outright refused to respond in kind. Apparently the ‘Lord of Wrath’ had suggested that the Voidwalker would say something akin to that, all the while approaching the couple slowly and passively. She was doing her best to look harmless and, from the slight motions of her body, Mythal could sense little to no danger. Lux may have been a curse he had to suffer but the benefits that had come from his awakening had been helpful. Being able to read deception simply through a person’s body movements was hugely beneficial, especially as a Rune Knight.

    The woman went to a knee and elegantly bowed before Serilda, speaking of the honor that came from meeting her and Mythal. She named herself as Morgaine Tenebris, sparking a short debate from his fiance over the matter of Ozorith being anyone’s ‘lord’ before she explained to Morgaine that something more simple was fine in terms of showing appreciation. But the woman replied in kind, explaining that it wasn’t her mortal royal title that had earned the extravagant action but her role within Ozorith’s ruling hand. “Ya gotta be kiddin’ me,” Mythal muttered to himself, doing his best not to shake his head too obviously.

    While Serilda was more surprised by this woman’s placement within both Ozorith and Vriko’s ranks, Mythal was all the more suspicious. A girl that presented herself with such friendliness seemed as out of place beside the demon and his maniac of a sister as a fish among sharks. There was an angle here that wasn’t obvious at face value and it was that tidbit that was bothering him. But it was something he would have to wonder at later -- there were far more important matters that needed attention. With the awkward introductions out of the way, Morgaine relayed the details of the deal that had been struck with Ozorith, perhaps as a means of guaranteeing they weren’t planning on reneging on it. “Yeah, that’s what your buddy Ozorith and I agreed to,” Mythal said, even as he relaxed the arm holding Curse, letting the weapon rest at his side. “We need to know details. Where she’s at, how many people she’s got at her side and if she’s prepared for any kind of assault. We ain’t expectin’ you to have an outline of the place but any kind of structural weaknesses you noticed or gaps in their defenses are gonna make this that much easier.” He spoke candidly, without sounding like he was waiting for some kind of deceitful comment. If she was going to lie, he would be able to tell.

    But she seemed as dedicated to the deal as they were. Given how diligent she held praise for Oz, there was little doubt in his mind that she would tell them everything she knew. And once they had that, they could begin.




    STATISTICS
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    MP: x/y
    Spells Used: list them here
    Abilities Active: list them and their effects here
    Weapons Equipped: list/link them here
    Monsters Killed: list here
    Other Notes: reeeeeee this should scroll if you type too much
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    Serilda Sinclair
    Serilda Sinclair

    Ice Queen


    Ice Queen

    Developer/GFX Artist- Main Account- Gain An Artifact- Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- God Of Ishval- Ten Wizard Saint Member- Guild Master- Custom Slayer- God Slayer- Z-Rank- Y-Rank- X-Rank- H-Rank- S-Rank- A-Rank- Wanderer- So Extra- EXP Grinder- Job Creator- Working Together- Forever Solo- Christian Minecraft Server- Teaming Up!- Limited Edition- Hired Help- Unknown Powerhouse- Unknown Legend- Helper- Guild Creator- Achiever- Expert Achiever- Over Achiever- Buddy Buddy- Obligatory Beach Episode- Shipped- Dank Memer- Taskmaster- Richie Rich- Rich- Veteran Level 2- Veteran Level 1- Character Application Approved!- Character History!- Magic Application Approved!- Obtain A Secondary Magic!- Get A Pet!- Complete Your First Job!- Obtain A Lineage!- Join A Faction!- Tertiary Magic- Senior [500]- Novice [250]- 1st Place Event/Contest Winner- X-Mas Event Participant- Motor City Rush- Best GFX Artist Award- Player 
    Lineage : Scion of the Void King
    Position : Goddess of Conviction
    Posts : 835
    Guild : Rune Knights (GM)
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 1,976,157

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Voidwalking
    Second Magic: Sword of Wrath
    Third Magic: Cruorthurgy

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    Post by Serilda Sinclair on 10th September 2020, 3:59 pm

    Seri Banner
    Conviction never shames nor condemns us.
    It calls us back to who we truly are.
    If Morgaine noticed Mythal’s scoffing or comments, she didn’t show it. The woman was content to be who she was and to act how she saw appropriate, clearly more concerned about being true to her oddly matched faith than on coming across as bizarre to these people. There was nothing about her thus far that came across as openly suspicious or ill intentioned outside of the fact that she clearly worshipped Ozorith like a god, which meant that there had to be something wrong with her… but even from the few seconds that they had spent together so far, Serilda was fairly certain that if she had run into Morgaine on the streets with no reference of their shared connection to the demon lord, she likely would not have thought twice about her.

    When Mythal confirmed that the terms had been agreed upon between both him and Ozorith, there was a brief look of… surprise? Awe? Like perhaps she hadn’t known that it was Ozorith himself that had worked out the terms on her behalf. There was a moment of slight shock before she shook the expression from her face and focused on the more pressing matters at hand. The director advised that they needed as many details as possible about where she was, how many people were with her, what her preparations were like. He wasn’t looking for complete blueprints or anything crazy, but anything she had that might help would be appreciated.

    Her soft smile returned. “Actually, I can give you an outline,” she said. Taking a couple small steps back from them so they wouldn’t feel threatened by her clearly about to cast some kind of magic, she set her hands before her with her palms toward the ground just slightly higher than her hips. Beneath her fingertips, a magical keyboard appeared, and from it a large screen popped up. Archive magic. Morgaine tapped silently onto the keyboard and the images on the screen shifted as she searched through her files and found the one she wanted. Then, she hit another command and the screen disappeared entirely, the magical particles of light drifting down to the ground and quickly spreading out to fill a space of a couple dozen meters around them.

    When it took form again, it had become a three dimensional topographical map of the entirety of Morgate town, large enough in size that all three of them would clearly be able to see the buildings and structures and rubble that filled the entirety of the former city. Stepping away from the keyboard, she moved into the map. “As you know, we are here.” She pressed a finger against the digital representation of the strip mall and the whole structure changed from blue to red to indicate it had been highlighted. Moving more toward the center of the map, she did the same thing to what remained of a skyscraper that had seen as much damage as the rest of the city, but still stood taller than any of the other buildings around it for a couple miles.

    “This is where Vriko has set up camp, at the center of the city in the building where the town hall used to be. From here, she has a good vantage point of the rest of the city. I can’t say I know the extent of your soldiers’ abilities to move unnoticed, but generally speaking it would be very difficult for a substantial force to approach the building too closely without being seen. However, she has very little put in place as far as defenses.” Wandering a bit more around the map, she highlighted several pin points of interest that glowed with a yellow light. “She has set up wards in these locations that will alert her of anyone approaching, should they pass through the sensory fields. As you can see, these are set up in a wide circle around most of the city, and then there is a smaller one much closer to the hideout itself.”

    “Outside of these wards and a few rather lazy scouts, that’s about where her defenses stop. She is very comfortable here, and does not expect to be confronted in this area. I don’t blame her, and as far as I can tell the rest of the group feels the same way. No one patrols this city, not even the Rune Knights as you’re already aware. The most we get are people brave enough to try looting the area, and usually those people are not strong enough to be a threat to us. Either they are convinced to join the group, or they are killed. But outside of that, there is next to no activity out here for miles. Too many people are concerned about the chemical waste or spooked by the knowledge of how many people died here.”

    Morgaine shrugged. It was a pretty simple truth. The bandits were comfortable because there really was nothing to fear. Very few people just wandered into Morgate, so there was no reason for anyone to know that Vriko had gathered her people there and no worries about anyone of consequence simply stumbling upon them. “The only spots that are completely unguarded are the sewer lines below the city,” she added, adjusting the map so that it raised up a little and the labyrinthine tunnels that ran beneath the surface appeared. “But I don’t know that I would recommend that approach unless you’re truly that desperate to catch her. The waste is stronger in the sewers and has been building up for so long that the air is quite toxic, which is why she has not taken the time to set up any defenses down below ground. She believes the atmosphere will kill someone long before they reach the base, and she’s probably not wrong.”

    A crude and half measured set up, but roughly effective, Victoria said, finally speaking up for the first time in a while. The seal didn’t sound altogether impressed with Vriko’s defensive strategy, but acknowledged that it appeared to have been working to some extent at least. There is certainly more that she could do to protect herself, but it is smart for her to utilize the local terrain that way. Still, it sounds like she’s confident that no one would find her or come to look for her here, and that kind of arrogance may prove to be her undoing today.

    I agree, but let’s see what else this woman knows before we get too presumptuous about success, Serilda told the nephilim academically. The Voidwalker had been slowly pacing the length of the map through the entire interaction so far, taking everything in and looking for exploitable gaps in the warding and trying to weigh the best method of approach. “What about the people working with her? How many does she have, and what do you know about them?”

    Morgaine nodded and moved back over to the keyboard, punching in a few codes. Without dismissing the map, several files took form in the air around them. The files included clear pictures of each individual’s face, and details about everything from their biological stats, their known magicks, their personal and criminal histories, and more. In total there were about thirty files showing, not including one for Morgaine herself. The blonde stood and waited patiently for the couple to read through the files, electing to give them the time to take the information in rather than continue to assail them with information while they read.

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    Serilda Sinclair



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    Mythal Ragnos
    Mythal Ragnos

    Knight VIP Status- Regular VIP Status- VIP- Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- God Slayer- Character Application Approved!- Magic Application Approved!- Complete Your First Job!- Obtain A Lineage!- Join A Faction!- Player 
    Lineage : Heir to Darkness
    Position : God of Sedulity
    Posts : 699
    Guild : Rune Knights
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Age : 32
    Mentor : Nessa Cordelia Lux (Former)
    Experience : 1,977,749

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Kami No Ken Sutairu O Taosu
    Second Magic: Kingdom Darkness Embodiment
    Third Magic: Soul Stone/Trickster's Illusions

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    Post by Mythal Ragnos on 10th September 2020, 9:44 pm

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    This girl was just full of surprises.

    Mythal expected they would be listening to her describe the layout of the fortress and the surrounding area, as she didn’t seem to have much on her. It was entirely possible she was keeping some kind of map in his robes but it seemed unlikely. But before he could continue down that lane of assumption, she spoke up and informed him that she did, in fact, have a means of providing a clear outline for them. She stepped away from them, preparing to cast some kind of spell right before them. In a flash of light, a keyboard formed of magic appeared before her prepared fingers and a screen materialized before her gaze. It seemed she had some kind of magic that allowed her to do research. Mythal couldn’t recall the name of the magic at the moment but nonetheless, he recognized the pattern. As she typed away, the screen flickered between copious amounts of data, the woman searching for a specific file somewhere. Once she found it, she initiated a process that dissolved the screen into magical particles that floated down to the ground and began to arrange themselves into intricate designs.

    Sure enough, she did have an outline -- of the entirety of Morgate. Her magic formed every piece of ruin that made up the former glorified town, in a detail that was both surprising and a bit overdone. Mythal took a couple of steps forward and ran his hand through the mirage, the magic displacing as his mass moved through it before quickly reforming. Morgaine spoke up once more, pressing her finger on a structure within the hologram and highlighting it as the place they were currently in. It changed color, separating it from the rest of the muted blue hue of the map with a dark red. She trailed her hand over to another building near the center of the town; a skyscraper that was dilapidated but still holding itself above many of the other structures around. The former town hall -- so it was what he and Serilda had been leaning towards. Out of all the buildings in the ruined city, the tower was the best vantage point to take up residence, counting that it wasn’t one strong gust away from crumbling. Clearly as it was home to Vriko and her kin, it was a bit sturdier than first suspected.

    Morgaine explained that a large force would be easily spotted from the tower, as it provided overwatch on most of the surrounding area. But the advantage of early sight really seemed to be the greatest of Vriko’s benefits. Morgaine explained, highlighting several other areas, that there were areas that had been warded with magical sensors. This would provide an early alert system to her and her guards when someone got a bit too close. With those and a few disinterested scouts, the bandit group had established a hold on the area without much effort or need for fortification. They were far stronger than anyone else that had wandered in and proven themselves the alpha force. They were confident that no one else would even attempt to assault them and, so far, they had been right. Morgaine explained that the only area that was completely blind was the sewer access but the fumes from the toxic waste had made it essentially a killbox. “Luckily no one needs to take that chance,” Mythal remarked idly, already crossing out dozens of plans in his head. Based on the weaknesses in her defenses, he knew exactly what strategy they could use to quickly and efficiently get in and displace Vriko’s forces before they could group up and fortify. He looked to Serilda. “Skylight,” he said to her simply, a code word for one of the tactics they had arranged for this specific scenario.

    The Voidwalker asked about the people within Vriko’s command, wanting to know more about them. While he had concluded on one of the strategies, it was best to come to a complete and defined decision based on the information they could get. If they decided to go this route and then one of Vriko’s people had magic to counter it, they would be nearly dead in the water. Morgaine complied with the request, bringing up her database once more and materializing files all around the map of the people they could expect to run into. He read each document carefully, analyzing the information and committing it to memory.

    “I still think Skylight,” he said, glancing back over to Serilda. Once she agreed with the plan, he looked over to Morgaine. “Your part in this is over. Yer free to go.” She’d served her purpose and he wasn’t exactly looking to have tea and crumpets with the girl. He brought his arm up, his wrist coming near to his mouth. The wristband flickered on. “Dakvid. You and Reaper Squad are green.”

    “Roger that,” David responded on the other side of the communicator. The long-haired man, clad in Rune Knight armor, crawled forward to the edge of the building he and his team had taken command of. The soldier had a metal right arm, forged from pristine steel, to replace the one he had lost during the assault on Era. Laying on the ground beside him was a short-haired woman, her hands holding a rather large sniper rifle. He gave her a soft pat on the back, indicating that they were good to go. She nodded and brought her eye to the scope, adjusting her aim so that it focused on the skyscraper in the distance. It was hundreds of yards away but as she set her gaze upon it, it slowly began to zoom in. It continued to focus tighter until it was on a single broken window near the mid-level of the remaining structure.

    The pull of the trigger was completely silent but the object that had been fired traveled the distance between rifle and building in seconds. It passed through the broken portion of the window and slammed into the wall, revealing that the woman had fired a knife. The blade was embedded into the stone wall, somehow still intact and undamaged from the impact nor the blast. A moment later, a rush of air suddenly filled the hallway and a snap cracked in the immediate area as Dakvid appeared, hand wrapped around the knife. He pried it from the wall and sheathed it once more. Then he quickly tossed a dozen or so small balls that rolled onto the ground. The globes cracked open and released a puff of smoke that quickly took humanoid shapes. The sniper woman and several other tactical-armored Rune Knights appeared, released from the temporary holdings while they could travel.

    Dakvid signaled silently with his hands as every member of Reaper Squadron armed themselves with their weapons.They knelt down and waited, watching their corners in case any idly patrolling guards came wandering through. They knew the signal and simply had to stay in place until it was released.

    Back in the mall, Mythal turned to Serilda and gave her a silent nod. His magic wrapped around his body and lifted him into the air, pulling him upwards as he floated through the open hole in the ceiling. He landed on the building’s roof, feet placing flat on the edge of the structure itself. In the distance the skyscraper, silent and unperturbed.

    “Time to kick the hornet’s nest,” he muttered as he extended an arm outwards. He dug deep, pulling from the deepest darkness of his magic and strengthening the connection between himself and Kingdom Darkness. The ground rumbled in the distance as a literal wall of shadow burst out from the ground and ascended upward, forming a massive wall several stories high. Growths burst from the front side of the wall, forming into long tubes that began to glow with darkstarlight. And soon enough, the formed cannons began to fire upon the skyscraper, pelting its top level with blasts that tore through stone, mortar and the like. The assault had begun and it was time to scare all of the people hiding up top into the waiting arms of Reaper Squad.




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    Post by Serilda Sinclair on 11th September 2020, 7:31 pm

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    Serilda had a million questions, not all of which had anything to do with the information being presented to them. She was doing her best to keep her mind fully focused on the task at hand, but couldn’t help the fact that Morgaine’s very existence was nagging her. It was just so bizarre to find a woman with what seemed like a genuinely sweet disposition that was so loyal to an absolutely awful demon. It was an answer she would have to get later, once they were past all of this stuff with Vriko.

    Mythal turned to her part way through the demonstration to speak the codeword of one of the many strategies they had prepared ahead of time, earning him a silent nod of agreement from his fiancee. She had been thinking along the same lines as he was, and even as they took a brief moment to flip through the files Morgaine had on Vriko’s group, she saw nothing that made her think it wasn’t their best approach. Serilda memorized each face as best she could, committing their names and magic to her mind, and to Victoria’s. “I agree,” she told Mythal when he reaffirmed his choice for Skylight. “Let’s make it happen.”

    There was no time to waste. They did all the preparation that could be done, or at least what was reasonable. Time was more important, and if they dawdled too long all that did was give Vriko more time to notice them. Mythal dismissed Morgaine and promptly moved along, giving Dakvid the all clear to move Reaper Squad in. While he focused on that, Serilda got to work on  her end. “Pack up your magic. You’re going to come with me.”

    “As you command, my lady.”

    Serilda shivered in disgust for a moment, knowing that the deference was because of her placement with Ozorith more than anything else, the reality sickening her to a point. But, she couldn’t dwell on it. She exchanged a glance with Mythal when he spoke up to confirm that he was taking off to do his part. “Be careful. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” While his job was to lead the charge to secure Vriko as quickly as possible, hers was to mobilize the rest of the troops and give them further instructions based on what they’d learned from Morgaine. Once the blonde mage had wrapped up her archive magic, Serilda created a portal and motioned for Morgaine to move through it with her.

    Once on the other side, they joined up with one of the many squads that had been posted around the outskirts of the city. It was a smaller squad made up of members of the engineering and combat departments, serving as a communications hub in a makeshift tent. While they noted Serilda’s arrival, they did not move to greet or salute her, knowing she would consider their work more important. Most of them were already focused on monitoring Reaper Squad and Mythal, keeping in contact with them through the new private communication devices that Kyra Forte had put together for them a while back at Serilda’s request.

    She turned to Morgaine. “You are to stay here until our mission is complete. Most likely we will want you to help us verify if we caught everyone or not. Do not interfere in the squad’s work, but if you have important information that may pertain to what is going on, voice it to them. Lieutenant.” Serilda’s attention moved swiftly along, and a man bearing the insignia of the rank she’d called stood at attention before her.

    “Ma’am.”

    “This is Morgaine, our contact. She will be staying with you for now. I’m going to be moving on to get the forward squads further into the city. There are a number of wards around the perimeter of the city. Have the squads contacted and tell them to prepare for my arrival. I will move them past these wards without triggering them. Morgaine can show you the layout of the wards, the city, information on Vriko’s thugs, and I imagine anything else you may need to know.”

    “Yes, ma’am.” He motioned for Morgaine to join him in the tent and got to work relaying Serilda’s message to the outlying squads, his voice sounding in her earpiece.

    The Voidwalker opened another portal. “Xiuhcoatl. Hael.” The wolf wuffed quietly and followed her through. One by one, she visited each of the squads around the city and used her magic to teleport them past the wards, where they could start to move in without being detected as early. With any luck, they would be able to camp up much closer to the target building before anyone noticed them, and to start taking down any stragglers or anyone looking to make a run for it. She alerted each of them to the secondary set of wards closer to the town hall, as well as notified them of the sewer lines. She highly doubted anyone would be bold or stupid enough to try those, but better for them to be aware of the slim possibility than not.

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    The assault had begun and it was clear that Vriko’s forces were not prepared for it in the least. The moment that the first few blasts from Mythal’s magic cannons hit the building, all chaos exploded as cries of panic, fear and pain ripped through the entirety of the building. Half of the people had been sleeping when the attack started, rudely shaken from their slumber from the sound of explosions and the feeling of the ground rumbling. Dazed men and women stumbled to their feet, trying to connect to their magic and grabbing weapons as they rushed to see what the hell had hit them. How had it made it past the sensors? The few that did manage to find a window or a hole in the wall were struck wide-eyed by the sight of a massive wall of darkness, with blasts raining down out of it. Someone was attacking them and they had been caught with their pants down.

    The ‘officers’ on the top floors rushed down the stairs, looking to rally the other bandits together and counterattack. They moved so quickly and without pause that nothing could have prepared them when they rounded a corner and came face to face with Reaper Squad. Traps created by the Engineering Corp activated, releasing a wave of electricity into the waves of the surprised lieutenants and immobilizing them. Dakvid and his squad took careful aim and fired bolas from their weapons, tying up the stunned bandits like a present. The programming within the bolas activated, blocking off any attempt to cast a spell, which resulted in the officers flopping to the ground like dead fish. “We hold this corridor no matter what,” Dakvid told his soldiers, even as they reloaded their firearms. Already they could hear more bandits starting to work their way downstairs.

    Mythal dropped his hand to his side, his connection to the wall solidified for the moment. It wouldn’t last very long but it should be enough to draw attention away from Reaper Squad. Meanwhile, the bandits near the ground level would be trying to figure out who was attacking them, possibly searching the wall itself from afar. They wouldn’t be ready when Serilda started teleporting soldiers beyond the sensor arrays, finding themselves outgunned and outmanned in a manner of minutes. With her soldiers seemingly on the verge of defeat, he knew that Vriko would be making some sort of escape attempt. It was just a matter of if her angel friend was there, ready to defend her. “Gren, let’s ride,” he said, turning his head slightly to look behind him. A massive shadow crawled over the edge of the ceiling hole and began to rise out of the rocky floor, growing larger with every passing second. Features began to define and soon enough there stood Gren, the mutant Star Wolf that had grown to such an immense size, he could stand eye to eye with a two story building. His big tongue lapped against his lips excitedly, the giant still possessing the energy of a young and vibrant puppy.

    Mythal floated up beside Gren, gave him a brief smirk before he rocketed forward, his magic carrying him. The Star Wolf barked and leapt off the building to follow him, trouncing over the rubble as he chased the Darkness King. It would only take a few moments to reach the outskirts of the besieged skyscraper.

    Dakvid was in the middle of reloading his weapon when he heard quick footsteps. These were coming faster than the others, graced with a speed that was beyond mortal men. All eyes shot to the stairwell as Vriko came spinning around the corner, a blade already shooting out from her sword container and into her hand. “Lightning God’s Bolt!” she hissed as she swung the weapon, unleashing a straight blast of lightning right into the net at her feet. She leapt to the wall, even as the bolas were shot and missed her by mere inches. Running along the smooth surface, she swiftly changed to another sword while depositing the former. “Flame God’s Spite!” she hollered, her sword bursting into flames as she swung it down at the closest target; Dakvid.

    A high-pitched whine reverberated in the tightly enclosed space as Vriko’s sword came to a hard halt against Dakvid’s metal forearm. The flames lapped at the smooth surface, reflecting brightly in the pure sheen but seemingly were not causing any damage. The Special Operations commander glared at Vriko as they glowered back at him, a string of equal disgust shared between the two. “Alpha target engaged,” he muttered into his communicator. Then he jerked his body forward, attempting to push her back a step as he pulled his dagger out with his other hand. He swung it at her, the woman managing to pull her body away just in time to dodge before she countered with another swing of her sword. It once again found itself resisted by the Rune Knight’s arm. The volley of swings, dodges and blocks carried on from there, with Dakvid keeping Vriko from planting herself securely while managing to keep her sword from finding a place in his body.

    Vriko growled as she changed her strategy quickly, releasing a hand from her blade long enough to knock Dakvid’s knife away, causing it to clatter to the ground. With his offense removed, she attempted to run him through… only to find empty air as her sword plunged forward. Over by his knife, Dakvid reappeared, rolling up to his feet and delivering a dropkick to the woman’s back. She stumbled forward, her eyes widening as she saw the rest of his squad already preparing their bolas for her. “Flame God’s Twister!” she screeched, swinging her sword towards the ground and releasing a torrent of flames. The force of the creation sent her flying through the air backwards, right out an open hole in the structure.

    Down, down she tumbled as she quickly sheathed her sword. She turned her body over itself and planted her feet against the wall, digging her heels into the stone to slow herself down. She leapt off the wall as she descended, pushing herself towards a dilapidated street lamp. She caught it with one hand, swung over the metal frame once before releasing herself in a flip, just as the metal stand gave way and collapsed to the ground. She came back down to the ground, rolling forward to protect herself from most of the damage and then getting to her feet, already prepared to flee the scene.

    But before she could take another step, she came up to find herself standing across from Mythal and Gren, having already taken up place on the street in preparation for her. Her momentum came to an abrupt stop, as her eyes widened briefly in surprise before narrowing in understanding. “I should have known,” she growled.

    “Known what? That I would finally track you down? You tried to kill me twice, Vriko. You tried to kill me and Serilda and no doubt have caused more pain and death than even I know,” Mythal responded coolly, his eyes never wavering from hers. “You should have known I would find you, Vriko. You need to answer for your crimes.”

    “Crimes, huh? Where’s your proof, Mr. Rune Knight?” Vriko asked, letting out a small chuckle. “Besides; I figured you were smarter than you looked. You recall what happened the last time you tried to tussle with me.”

    Mythal nodded. “I do. But I ain’t that guy anymore. I was in a bad place, full of desperation and confusion. Unlike you, I didn’t get the low-down on havin’ a siblin’ out there. I was a bit flustered and you got the better of me. That ain’t gonna happen again. I’m puttin’ you under arrest.”

    “Awfully big talk there, Mythal. How about you put your sword where your mouth is then?” Vriko pulled the trigger on her sword case and released another sword, capturing it in her hand. She swung it through the air a few times before settling it in front of her, its tip pointed directly at Mythal.

    The Darkness King sighed softly, even as he slowly brought Curse forward. “Might wanna take a couple steps back there, Gren,” he casually suggested to the Star Wolf. The large puppy licked his lips and bounced over to a nearby building, landing on its roof. The structure creaked loudly at the weight of the canine but somehow managed to stay together, as Gren adjusted himself to sit down and stare between the two siblings, tongue lolling out of his mouth.

    “I’ll make sure to kill that thing before I take your life, just so you can watch it die,” Vriko howled as she rushed forward. Her eyes were wide with rage and determination, the same wildness that she displayed in the Doorway to Darkness burning bright. Even if she wasn’t prepared for this confrontation, it was clear she had been counting down the moments she got the opportunity to finish what she started.




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    Post by Serilda Sinclair on 14th September 2020, 7:36 pm

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    All things considered, it wouldn’t take long for Serilda to get the troops past the wards; only a couple minutes. However, on a battlefield a couple of minutes may as well have been entire lifetimes. Each second counted in a fight, and a lot could happen in the two or three minutes that it took for her to get each squad around the city past their closest wards and moving forward. As she got to each of them, she gave them all further instructions on what to look out for. At some point during the mission, one of the contacts from the communications hub spoke gently into the Rune Knight earpieces to inform everyone that they were sending information to the soldiers through the army’s communicators. Serilda stopped briefly to check the device and see if it was anything critical, and instead found a compilation of some of the information that Morgaine had shown her and Mythal already, which was mainly the list of bandits to look out for. The woman must have worked with the Engineers to get the data on Rune Knight channels so they could pass it out to everyone.

    Having already seen most of this information, she pocketed the device again and wrapped up what she was working on, already hearing the sounds of battle ahead. Mythal had his darkness canons roaring an attack at the central building, shaking it up and doing everything in his power to lure his sister out. Meanwhile, the outer troops pushed inward, their quarry unaware that backup was on the way for the small, elite squad that had initiated the combat.

    Once everyone that needed to be past the wards was inside the battle zone, Serilda took a moment while she was alone to stop and concentrate. Her senses spread out across the city, covering the areas that were warded and more. She expanded her awareness high into the air, far above the darkness canons in the sky, as well as deep into the earth where she could sense the tunnels that reeked with muck and waste, until she had her focus shaped into a globe that encompassed the entire area both above and below ground. Tapping into the emptiness that separated all the particles of matter around the globe, she altered them until an invisible sphere of solid matter formed, trapping everyone inside of it, including the Rune Knights. Only those with the ability to teleport might be able to pass by its perimeter, but she did not recall Vriko or any of her bandits having such abilities. With any luck, it would be enough to keep both the battle and the people in it contained.

    From there, it was time to move on to the next step. With the troops moving in closer toward ground zero, and Reaper Squad already shaking things up inside with Mythal, Serilda’s next goal was to do what she could to help keep the bandits distracted as long as possible before the rest of the army moved in, as well as to look for anything that her allies might be too caught up in chaos to notice. The encroaching soldiers would hit the second wall of wards soon enough, and then the bandits would know they were surrounded. Opening up another portal, Serilda deposited herself and Xiuh inside the skyscraper up toward the top, where the upper floors had already been evacuated in the attack. There, she drew her swords and the two of them started making their way down, checking each floor for anything of interest.

    The first floor or two didn’t have much of anything. The rooms here were almost completely exposed to the outside elements, leaving no secure location to sleep or even gather, particularly since the top of the structure appeared to be the most unstable. However, once she got three levels down from where she’d started, her eye caught on a large room emitting a glow. Sensing no one inside, she silently stepped in to find a large computer system that appeared to have power running to it. The room was still a bit of a wreck, but it had been cleaned up enough to use, and clearly someone had gotten the device working again. From the looks of some left over food on a table in the corner, Serilda got the feeling that someone had probably been monitoring this room before the attack hit.

    Looking up at the monitors, she quickly realized that these computers were surveilling the warded perimeters. She wandered over to the console and started trying to navigate it. You think this will turn the wards off? Victoria asked her.

    Either turn them off or silence them, the Voidwalker replied, working quickly but carefully to make sure she didn’t accidentally set anything off. If I can do one of those, then the troops can get all the more closer before Vriko’s crew realizes it’s more than just us here. I’m not worried about them putting up too much of a fight but I’d rather be safe than sorry. A quick minute was all it took to silence the wards, which Serilda felt was the safer option as turning them off would be a huge red flag to anyone that might be paying attention remotely.

    When she turned around to leave, Serilda stopped as she noticed Xiuh. The wolf was sniffing at the air, clearly having picked up a scent. “What did you find, girl?” the Voidwalker asked her quietly. She gave Xiuh the hand signal and the wolf took off at a trot in the direction of whatever she was smelling. It must have been a scent unique to the wolf, as Serilda didn’t smell anything out of the ordinary, even with her Slayer senses. She followed Xiuhcoatl down a hallway where she stopped at a spot that appeared to be a wall to her eyes, but Serilda’s senses knew better. There was an illusion in place covering a doorway that lead to another room. “Good girl,” she said, using her Voidsense to find the handle of the door and push it open.

    The two walked in and beyond was what had to be the spot Vriko had marked as her own. There was a rough work station set up on a table that had all sorts of papers and images laying about. A lot of it had to do with Mythal, and some of it even Serilda. But that wasn’t what caught her eyes. Beneath a bunch of other items was something that looked to be a hand drawn map. Serilda took it out and looked it over. Her next target? she asked, frowning at the document. I don’t recognize this place. It’s nowhere in Fiore, and none of these markings look like they resemble any of the other countries on Ishgar..

    That’s because it’s not on Ishgar. That’s Kingdom Darkness.

    Wait, what? She took a closer look, her eyes practically glued to the paper.

    The area to the southwest, there. That’s where you found Mythal. The door you went through is right next to it. You didn’t venture very deep into the Kingdom, so it’s no surprise you don’t recognize it, but there’s no doubt in my mind. And look at the magical markings on the map. I think she’s planning an assault.

    It did very much look like Vriko had been trying to find a way to break back into the Kingdom. Glowing runes were focused on what looked like key important areas, with notes in a language she couldn’t read, but Victoria could. But, she didn’t have the time to sit and wait. She’d found what she was looking for, even though it wasn’t what she had been expecting. Looking over it in detail would have to wait until later. Alright, I’m just going to take all of this and deal with sorting it out later. We need to get to Mythal. Vriko is the only real threat here and while I’m confident he can take her, I’m not confident she won’t call Serethar or someone else to help her out.

    Setting the map down on the table, Serilda placed her hand on the surface and the entire collection of table and paperwork disappeared into a temporary pocket of Void where it would be safe until she had the time to look at it later. On her way down through the rest of the building, the only things of interest that she came across were the results of Reaper Squad’s attack. Unconscious and captive bodies were strewn about the place, and she passed a couple of the members wrapping up their current bounties. After only a brief pause to make sure they didn’t need her, she was off again, working her way outside in the direction where she felt the unmistakable form of Gren perched on a building near where two people that could only be Mythal and Vriko were fighting.

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    Age : 32
    Mentor : Nessa Cordelia Lux (Former)
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    First Magic: Kami No Ken Sutairu O Taosu
    Second Magic: Kingdom Darkness Embodiment
    Third Magic: Soul Stone/Trickster's Illusions

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    Post by Mythal Ragnos on 18th September 2020, 3:39 pm

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    The impact of the swords clashing shook the area with such force, several structural ruins that were just barely hanging on came crashing to the ground. As the stone and metal fragments fell to the street, Mythal held his place easily, looking like a man unburdened by the force of strength pressing against him. Curse clung to Vriko’s flaming sword greedily, sparks flying out as the pair of blades scratched and clawed against one another. The wild woman hissed between clenched teeth, baring a proud and arrogant grin that betrayed just how sure she was of herself. Her sword wrenched back and Mythal’s followed in suit, each sibling moving almost in mirror of the other as she swung once more at him and he moved to block it. A quick flurry of exchanged blows passed between them, Vriko on the offensive and Mythal protecting against it.

    “Flame God’s Inferno!” She screeched, her sword’s flames growing brighter and larger. The Darkness King glanced at it before leaping back just in time to avoid the explosion of magical energy that rushed out of the sword, swallowing his sister up in the fire. The Director flipped backwards through the air and landed on a wrecked street sign directly behind him, carefully balancing on the metal pole that still stuck out from the cement. He adjusted Curse in his grip as the smoke started to clear.

    “Electrified Frost God’s Frozen Shock!” Vriko yelled out from the smoke, just as a bolt of jagged ice shot out from the dust. It jerked from side to side frantically, frozen magic imbued into a magical lightning attack. Mythal had just enough time to swing his sword up in front of him to block, the attack exploding against the flat side of his weapon and sending him hurtling backwards. Vriko swung the two swords she had switched to through the remaining smoke, clearing it out before she took off running in pursuit of the airborne Mythal. She quickly calculated where he was going to crash down, already planning her next attack.

    But he came down a lot faster than she expected. In fact, it seemed that he aided in his own falling to the cement. He hit the tar once before bouncing back up, stuck in the air for only a brief moment before his entire body twisted. Curse’s tip was suddenly thrust into the cracked street, bringing Mythal to a stop and causing the weapon to bend ever so slightly. Like a rock embedded in a slingshot, he added a blast of darkness from his feet to send himself flying back the way he came, in the exact direction of Vriko. She slammed her feet into the ground and swung both katanas up in front of her, taking the blow from the sword that Mythal had somehow managed to bring with him. But the strength behind the hit was more than she could take standing and she was unceremoniously knocked back the way she had just run from.

    She bounced across the ground once, twice before she managed to flip herself onto her feet. She looked ready to counter but before she could properly put herself on the offense, all the momentum was quite literally kicked out of her. Somehow Mythal had moved behind her and he had thrust a leg out in a sidekick, planting it firmly in between her shoulder blades. The air in her lungs burst out in a shocked gasp-scream combination, the pain dulling her senses. The Darkness King swung around her, smoothly moving his feet in tandem like a practiced dancer. His torso twisted as he threw a punch into her stomach, using the rotation of his hips to add more strength. This time Vriko was sent flying like a ragdoll, the two swords in her hand dropping from her grip almost immediately. Her body rolled through the air limply before it slammed into the wreckage of a lacrima-car. The force of her movement ripped the steel body in twine but it slowed her down enough that she came crashing down to the ground and slid along the surface of the street.

    There she lay for several moments, her eyes wide and staring at the ground. Her back and her stomach felt like they had been hit by trains. The strength in Mythal’s attacks was more than she had ever experienced, even stronger than Archimedes had ever been! Two easy attacks and she felt like almost all of her strength had been sapped, her body willing her to give up then and there. She released a pained growl from her clenched jaw, offended that her form would even suggest such a stupid action.

    “Those are two chakra points I just hit. Your magic won’t be flowin’ as easily as before, make it harder to attack. I didn’t wanna temporarily paralyze ya but I will if I gotta,” Mythal explained, walking towards her slowly.

    “You fucking idiot,” Vriko snarled, raising her head to glare at him viciously. “I don’t use magic. Everything I use is in my swords.”

    That caused Mythal to stop, if only temporarily. His brow furrowed curiously. “Wait… you’re not usin’ that God Slayin’ magic yourself? I thought they had put in lacrimas to like… make you stronger.”

    A weak, coughing chuckle rumbled out of Vriko’s throat. “No. I’m like you -- I was an empty vessel with no magic. But when Faera tried to put her essence into me, she found that I was born wrong. I lacked the capability. I was a failure. But rather than dispose of me, they figured they could just hunt you down and transfer your power into me. But then they couldn’t find you. Oh no, you just had to disappear and make them all angry. So they just poured all their attention on making sure I was ready to take your life when they eventually found you. They beat me, toughened me up. They hunted down these swords, infused with God Slaying magic, so that I could fight against you. I am the one meant to kill you. I will kill you. I will not accept failure after everything I’ve gone through to get to this moment!” Vriko slammed her fist into the ground, the sickening sound of her flesh meeting cement muted. As she pushed herself slowly to her feet, the blood from the cuts on her knuckles ran down and dripped from her fingers to the ground.

    Mythal had listened quietly, observing her. He’d expected some kind of terrible tale like this but frankly, he had also expected her to deceive him. Try and pluck at his heart’s strings to make him drop his guard so that she could run him through. He was surprised then to find that her story was true -- his ability to sense lies didn’t go off once during her revelation. She had only touched upon the surface but what she had said had been the true and honest past. And it sounded absolutely horrible. “I am sorry for what they did to you, Vriko. You didn’t deserve that life and if I had any way to go back and stop it, I would. But that ain’t gonna forgive all the pain you’ve caused. You need to answer for your crimes. That’s the only way yer gonna start movin’ forward.”

    Another raw, throaty chuckle as Vriko slowly pulled another sword from its case. It began to glow a bright, white light with such intensity, it almost made the blade look like it was made of pure magic. “Keep that bullshit to yourself. I’m not looking for redemption. I just want to put you and everything you love in the ground. Speaking of… Heavenly God’s Smite!” Vriko cried out as she swung her sword in a circle in front of her. An emblem of light burned bright in front of her before igniting into a beam of light magic that was… not aimed at him. No, Vriko had turned her attention at Serilda, looking to take her by surprise and knock Mythal completely off his guard. She’d distinctly made sure to act like she hadn’t noticed the woman approaching, in hopes of landing this sneak attack perfectly...




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    First Magic: Voidwalking
    Second Magic: Sword of Wrath
    Third Magic: Cruorthurgy

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    Post by Serilda Sinclair on 22nd September 2020, 1:22 pm

    Seri Banner
    Conviction never shames nor condemns us.
    It calls us back to who we truly are.
    Serilda didn’t make it to her destination as quickly as she wanted to. Along the way she came across several of Vriko’s bandits that tried to get in her way. They didn’t last very long. It hardly took more than one solid blow to drive most of them to their knees, but unfortunately she needed to take the time to make sure each criminal was properly apprehended before continuing on. The last thing she needed was to leave them unsecured where they could get back up and cause damage somewhere else later. So she stopped each time, using her magic to make sure each bandit was properly bound up and left to wait for justice.

    By the time Serilda caught up to Mythal and Vriko, the fight was at a standstill. Vriko was looking pretty worse for wear, tho not necessarily down for the count just yet. She had certainly taken a beating already but Serilda had no doubt that growing up in Kingdom Darkness around Faera and Archimedes meant that Mythal’s sister had quite a bit of battle stamina. Serilda slowed her gait a bit, not wanting to come in too hot if Mythal was on the verge of getting through to the woman, somehow, which was what he seemed to be trying to do.

    Unfortunately, criminals were rarely interested in chances to turn their lives around. Vriko let out a chuckle and withdrew another sword that glowed with a bright, holy light. Serilda braced herself, ready to jump in once the fighting started up again. Thankfully, she wasn’t altogether surprised or caught off guard that the attack was sent toward her rather than toward Mythal. Serilda was constantly aware that she might be utilized like some kind of weak spot for the darkness slayer, and she was more than prepared to show his sister just how futile the tactic was.

    Tapping into the Void, she adjusted the space between the molecules of her body and allowed the beam of magic to hit her. Or rather, go through her. Using the brightness of the beam to mask her movements, Serilda shot forward straight through the beam, which was far too bright for anyone to see into with the naked eye, and in a blink she was up on Vriko. The white blade was caught in Serilda’s bare hand, cutting off the flow of magic. She’d altered her hand so that it was as dense as a diamond, the blade practically bending in her grip and certainly not coming anywhere close to cutting her.

    With little more than inches between their faces, Serilda stared down at her with a calm and stoic expression. “I’m sorry, did you think I was going to be the easier target?” she asked. Tapping into her God Slaying magic, an aura of black frost and snow built up around her, the freezing particles sticking to Vriko’s own body and growing rapidly along her limbs. With any luck, she inherited enough blood from Archimedes that the specialized magic would pack a little extra punch. “I kicked your father’s arrogant, obnoxious backside from here to kingdom come and sent him crawling back to Faera stripped of his divinity in a whimpering, broken heap. You are only half of him. I suggest you sit down before you get yourself hurt.”

    As if to emphasize the suggestion, Serilda tightened her grip and crushed the blade, snapping it into useless pieces. In the same breath, she utilized her Voidwalking to break the straps that kept the woman’s sword case fastened to her hip, ripping the extra large sheath from her and tossing it up by Gren, where the oversized wolf could watch over it for the time being. After that, she continued to stare down at the woman with stern patience, even going so far as to stand casually at ease with her hands clasped loosely behind her back in a way that betrayed she did not consider Vriko much of a threat.

    “This battle is already over, Vriko. Most of your men have already been apprehended, and those that are left are fleeing right into the waiting arms of the surrounding Rune Knights that I snuck past your wards some time ago. You have nowhere to run, and no one to back you up. Continue to fight us if you wish. I’d be lying if I didn’t say I’ve been looking forward to the chance to repay you for the kindnesses you extended to us in Kingdom Darkness and Vintermyr. But, my hope is that you are smarter than your father.” Vriko would have had a hard enough time against Mythal or Serilda alone, but fighting them together would be like throwing paper darts at a brick wall.

    Did she expect Vriko to comply? Not in the least bit, but it was always worth a shot in trying. More than anyone else, Mythal and Serilda understood that Vriko was only a product of her despicable parents, a woman that had been led astray and conditioned to have a violent and vicious nature. The two of them wanted Vriko to answer for what she’d done, and she would be held accountable for the crimes that she committed of her own choice and volition. But that didn’t mean that they wanted to just lock her up and forget about her.

    “You don’t have to like it, but it’s in your best interest to stop and let us help you. Or did you really think that you were going to be able to break into Kingdom Darkness and take Faera down all by yourself?”

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    First Magic: Kami No Ken Sutairu O Taosu
    Second Magic: Kingdom Darkness Embodiment
    Third Magic: Soul Stone/Trickster's Illusions

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    Post by Mythal Ragnos on 22nd September 2020, 6:56 pm

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    “It’s like people don’t get it.”

    It was a bold strategy, that much he could give it. Mythal had been more than aware that Serilda had gotten close enough to observe the battle, even putting herself at a particular place so that even Vriko could spot her. It was honestly part of the strategy, though it wasn’t necessarily planned out. Every one of them thought that Serilda was some crutch in his life; the thread they could pull to make his knees buckle and his resolve wane. They hoped that by putting her in danger, he would act irrationally or throw himself in the way of danger, thereby injuring himself. And he got it; they were engaged, they were romantically entangled and those kinds of aspects were viewed as weaknesses by the people looking for an advantage. No doubt most of the criminals in Fiore and beyond hoped that by attacking one or the other, they would be able to bring the other’s spirit down. It made sense… on paper.

    “She’s the one that can take the hits,” Mythal revealed idly even as the fight was over before it even began. Vriko had sent her blast of light at Seri and she had phased right through it, swimming through the magical energy like it was a river meant to be bested. Then the magic was cut off, the blade held by the Field Marshal’s hand and bending at such an angle, it was a miracle it hadn’t broken. The look upon Vriko’s face -- one of utter shock and disbelief -- spelled her doom before it truly had embraced her. Seri taunted the girl’s predicament, unenthused by the cowardly act of attacking her. Ice began to envelope her form, chilling her right to the bone. She tried to stumble back, to wrench her blade from Serilda’s grip, but found it unmoving. The Voidwalker explained that she’d had no problem with Archimedes and he had been a full angel, unlike her. Then with some slight pressure in her hand and the holy blade burst into pieces, metal fragments spraying into the air.

    Vriko tried to quickly rearm herself, not wanting to be without a sword. But as her hand snapped to her side and sought the handle of the fire blade, she found the space empty. Off went her case, soaring through the air over to the monstrous Star Wolf on the roof. Gren woofed softly as he leaned forward and caught the contraption in his jaws, the case lying behind his teeth with the straps hanging over his lips. The woman looked bewildered at her side, even as the cold air ate into her bones and made her vision hazy. Serilda informed her that the battle was over, that her remaining soldiers were in chains or would be soon enough and that she was completely out of hope. The Field Marshal relished the opportunity to repay Vriko for her schemes in Vintermyr but was hoping that she hadn’t inherited her father’s idiotic ego. “He is not my father!” Vriko hissed between clenched teeth, turning her head up to look at Serilda straight on. “And I am smarter than him.”

    Her hands balled into fists as she stood before the Rune Knight, glaring back at her with such raging indignation. Yet she proved her own words; she made no move to attack Serilda or reach for any kind of weapon. She wanted to; every instinct in her body screamed at her to find some means of pushing back. But she knew the odds. Her against the two of them was hopeless. Even as mused, Serilda informed her that stopping there and now would only benefit her. Her face twisted a bit in confusion before the Rune Knight revealed that she had clearly seen some of the rough plans that had been put down by Vriko and Serethar. The woman scoffed and shook her head, a slow building smirk rising to her lips as she met Serilda’s gaze once more. “Bitch, you don’t know what I have planned.” How much time had passed since she had leapt from the building? She’d activated Serethar’s charm the minute the explosions had started ringing out. Would he get there in time before she was whisked away by these assholes?

    Her answer came in the sounding of crashing. Several buildings were suddenly brought down, as if some heavy object had slammed into them and tore out their foundations. The path of destruction drew closer, ripping through buildings one after the other until it split the structure right next to Gren apart. A figure burst through the dust cloud and came crashing into the ground heavily, tearing the cement to pieces. It carved a trench through the street before it came to a rest, several yards from both Vriko and Serilda. Mythal had dashed up to be beside his fiance, sword back at the ready for the new arrival.

    On the ground lay Serethar, beaten within an inch of his life. Blood caked his face and body, his outfit was ripped to shreds and the bruising had morphed his skin into a horrid purplish color. He lay on the ground for several seconds, still as the grave. Slowly he managed to lift his head, his one good eye wide with fear and panic. He looked at Mythal then Serilda and finally on Vriko.

    “Run.”

    It was a pitiful voice and a sad example of a last word. Before the breath had fully left his lips, a massive sword shaped oddly like a key fell from the sky at such a quick pace, it was nigh invisible. It embedded itself right through Serethar’s back and into the ground beneath, pinning the angel to the ground. The man gasped loudly as magical energy rushed out from his eye, his mouth, his ears and the gaping wounds on his body. His form started to shrivel up, everything sinking inwards as the surge of magic swirled up and into the sword’s handle. Within seconds, Serethar had been turned into a flat piece of crumbling leather, flecks of his flesh breaking off and blowing over the ground.

    “No!” Vriko screamed, taking a step forward. She was met with the flat side of Mythal’s sword, stopping her in her tracks. But he wasn’t threatening her; no, he was keeping her from moving forward. His eyes were glued to the building where Serethar’s body had burst through, the smoke and dust starting to settle.

    “It feels like Archimedes’,” he said softly, to both Serilda and Vriko. The magical pressure emanating from the structural wound was similar to his blood father’s but not quite.

    “We are not Archimedes,” a deep voice spoke from out of the smoke. Then from out of the ruins emerged a monstrous humanoid figure, standing easily at seven to even and a half-feet tall. His body was a mass of muscle, hardened sculptures at every major point on his body. His skin was that of milk chocolate; dark but creamy as well. A thick, fluffy, over exaggerated mustache hung over his mouth, nearly keeping the thin line from being seen. His chest was bare, revealing his well toned form as well as a glowing symbol of magic that hovered just above the center of his pectorals. He wore white gloves on his massive hands, which were somehow even larger than they should have been in proportion to his body. A tight black spandex-like material covered his legs that capped off with white boots. His eye sockets were a pool of glowing purple miasma, lacking any iris or indication of anything beneath. Veins popped out over his bald head as his pointed ears flexed ever so slightly with each step.

    A woman walked beside him, looking far more human than her compatriot. Her hair was that of the ocean; a cool teal that was long and flowing over her shoulders until it was tied together with a pin over her breasts. Her dress was thin, tight and scandalous, that presented the top of her bust while barely covering her midriff with a white silken material. The gown darkened into a black as it covered her legs, a long slit running up the right side to reveal her thigh with each step. Her sleeves were detached from the shoulders, kept in place by golden bands on her forearm, and they wrapped around the length of the limbs. Leather straps and silken bands intertwined together over her waist and were locked together with a red jewel right under her navel. She glanced up at the building beside her, meeting her gaze with Gren. She blew him a kiss. “Hey pooch.”

    The pair walked out from the building and came to a stop on the sidewalk, standing directly across from the trio. Vriko’s anger surged to the surface again. “You bastards! What did you do to Serethar?!”

    “We dealt with an enemy of Kingdom Darkness. Our intention was to provide you the same courtesy but this…” the large man turned his gaze slightly to look at Mythal and Serilda. “This is an interesting development.”

    “Guess we shoulda known that the fabled ‘Darkness King’ could be found with his sister. Were we interrupting something? So sorry,” the woman stated with a roll of her eyes.

    “Who the hell are ya?” Mythal asked, taking a small step forward.

    “I am Ruman, the Trumpet of Triumph. This is Izrael, the Trumpet of Punishment. We are archangels serving our Dark Mistress Faera. And you… are Mythal Ragnos and Serilda Sinclair,” Ruman explained slowly. His hand came up and pointed at Vriko. “We came here for her. But perhaps you would oblige us a short bout? To test our strengths?”

    “Please, strength? These three rodents couldn’t hold a candle to the Immortal Thirteen, let alone us,” Izrael stated, sounding more bored by the second. “But, I guess it’s a more interesting way to pass the time.”

    “What say you, Darkness King? Shall you and the Sword of Wrath entertain our proposal?”




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    Serilda Sinclair

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    Lineage : Scion of the Void King
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    Second Magic: Sword of Wrath
    Third Magic: Cruorthurgy

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    Post by Serilda Sinclair on 23rd September 2020, 4:30 pm

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    Conviction never shames nor condemns us.
    It calls us back to who we truly are.
    Vriko was quite shook over how useless her attack had been. She had likely thought that she’d landed a direct hit at full power of the blast she’d unleashed, and in all fairness to her that wasn’t entirely incorrect. However, it was very difficult to actually land a blow on a woman who had such meticulous control over her body that she could rearrange it on an atomic level to avoid being hit. The black haired woman stared up at her in disbelief and fruitlessly attempted to wrest her weapon out of Serilda’s grip, to get some space between them, but Serilda’s magic had already started taking effect. When the sword was destroyed, Vriko swiftly tried to arm herself with another only to find her sheath being tossed up in the air where Gren caught it in his mouth.

    Serilda stated the facts plain and simple: Vriko had lost, and continuing to fight would only delay the inevitable. She expressed her hope that the other woman would be smarter than her father, and was met with a quick, venomous reply disowning the former archangel and claiming to be more intelligent than him. Impressively, she seemed to mean it. Despite her hands balling into fists and staring up at her future sister-in-law with utmost hatred and spite, Vriko made no more moves to continue fighting her. Was it compliance? Or was she simply stalling? Time would tell, and Serilda had no intention of pushing for further aggression until Vriko gave her a reason to. Mythal’s sister had a lot to answer for, but it was still important to try and sow some seeds for the future. Mythal had very little family, and as tense as things were with Vriko right now if he could find a way to actually connect with her and make things work, well.. They needed to do everything they could to at least try.

    The Voidwalker brought up Faera and the quick bits she’d seen of Vriko’s plans. The darker haired woman looked confused for a moment before a smirk curled upon her lips and she informed Serilda that she had no idea what was being planned. The noblewoman continued to look unimpressed, both by the lure of supposed mystery and by the name calling. “For now.” It wasn’t a threat of any kind, simply an acknowledgement that Vriko was correct. Serilda had not taken the time to dig through all the paperwork and plans that Vriko had, but once the woman was incarcerated they would have much more time to do so. And while it certainly wasn’t ideal, it would be quite easy to glean that information from Vriko herself with a little bit of her blood, if worse came too. Ideally, that would not be the case.

    She felt the approach of a body before hearing it crash through any buildings, turning to focus her attention in its direction. Then, her eyes opened wide in surprise. Serilda had been expecting Serethar to show up again. In fact, she had been counting on it. He was another individual that the two of them had a bone to pick with after Vintermyr. However, this was not the manner in which she had expected him to arrive. He skid along the ground, leaving a deep trench in his wake, until he came to a stop not far in front of them. His body was mangled and bleeding as though he was a breath away from dying. “W-what..?” she stammered, just as visibly confused as everyone else. They hadn’t sent anyone to find Serethar. Hell, none of their men were strong enough to fight him outside of Serilda and Mythal, and the Rune Knights had explicit orders to leave Vriko and Serethar to the marshal and director. Who could have possibly done this?

    Serilda was so taken by surprise by his state and his command for Vriko to run that she didn’t have enough time to erect a barrier around him before a large sword dropped down from the sky and pierced him through. Vriko screamed as his body crumbled before their eyes and made to run to him but was stopped by the flat of Mythal’s blade as well as Serilda’s arm as they tried to keep her back. Serilda’s attention, much like Mythal’s, was laser focused on the smoke drifting through the hole of the building that Serethar had been tossed through. Her senses, the ones that she’d inherited from Ozorith’s magic, were screaming at her, sending the hair on her arms and the back of the neck straight up.

    Even before Mythal said it, she had come to the same conclusion: She felt the same weight of energy as that she’d gotten during her fight with Archimedes. Beyond the smoke she could sense two beings approaching them, one of whom spoke up to inform the three of them that they were not the archangel of Despair. As if Mythal and Serilda hadn’t already assumed that. But, rather than get sassy, the two Rune Knights stayed silent and kept their eyes on the approaching pair until they came into view. One was a man with more muscle than height, with a big mustache and even bigger hands. He had dark skin, slanted eyes, and had a strange symbol growing on his chest. The other was a woman with light skin and a tight fitting dress that left little of her body to the imagination. Bright, teal colored hair fell from her head in long tresses, and she presented more human than her companion did. She shot Gren a kiss from the distance between them, taking the time even now to greet him amidst the tension.

    Vriko practically shrieked at them about what they’d done to Serethar, and was promptly advised by the male figure that he had been dealt with as all enemies of Kingdom Darkness were. It was a fate that they intended to befall Vriko as well, however it seemed they had been sufficiently distracted from completing said task by the presence of Mythal. Or at least, distracted for now. Serilda listened in silently during the exchange as they acknowledged Mythal by the “Darkness King” moniker he could not seem to escape, and introduced themselves as Ruman and Izrael, the Trumpets of Triumph and Punishment respectively.

    You got anything for me here?

    No. I know the Trumpets, of course, but I am not familiar with either of these two specifically. Faera has swapped out her Archangels from time to time over the millenia. Whoever these ones are, I have never met them.

    I take it you can’t really give me any clues to what kind of abilities they might have as Trumpets or anything?

    Victoria didn’t have to have her own body for Serilda to feel the older woman shaking her head. No two Trumpets are ever the same. I know you want to keep me a secret for now, and I respect and agree with your reasons for doing so, but are you sure you won’t need my help in this?

    Serilda gave it some serious consideration, not answering right away. She had beaten Archimedes, yes, but it had not been an easy fight. Then again, the noblewoman had only grown more powerful since that battle. Mythal, too. I think I will be fine. But stand by and be ready to go in case I change my mind. Izrael didn’t seem to think too much of them, commenting rather flippantly that Mythal, Serilda, and Vriko together couldn’t hold a candle to the Immortal Thirteen, let alone the two of them. The noblewoman thought about remarking on her battle with Archimedes in some form, but elected not to. They knew who she was, and surely knew about that battle and its outcome already. Besides, one could only mention a victorious battle so many times before it became gloating, and she couldn’t abide that sort of thing.

    A long silence passed as the inquiry hung in the air: Would Mythal and Serilda entertain them in a fight? “We have no interest in testing either of your strengths,” she finally informed the two archangels plainly, her tone about as unimpressed with either of them as she had been with Vriko. “Nor will we be baited by such a pedestrian notion. The desire to test one’s strength against another is the motivation of the weak, childish, and insecure, and we are none of those things.” She fixed both of them, particularly Ruman, with a poignant look.

    For a moment it would seem that was where she was going to leave the response. The refusal was spoken with such conviction and disinterest that there was no sense of an impending ‘but’. She seemed rather content to deny the request with no further consideration as though they were little more than a dirty transient on the side of the road begging for loose change. “That being said, however, the two of you have interfered with a Rune Knight operation. You have committed murder in our presence, killing one of the wanted individuals that we came to apprehend, and have made your intent of further manslaughter clear. Therefore..”

    She calmly withdrew both of her swords, Moonlight gleaming and Malice as dull and dark as the Void she controlled. While the weapon that emanated a most holy aura would not add any extra damage to its attacks against these two, its metal could still cut them like any other flesh. Meanwhile, Malice practically quivered with unholy power, thirsting for the blood of the two archangels before them.

    “You are under arrest. And I will be utilizing my legal right to execute capital punishment.”

    A pink, impenetrable bubble appeared around Vriko, all at once protecting her from harm and keeping her from running off anywhere. In a blink, she disappeared and reappeared right in front of Ruman, the tip of her darkened scimitar streaking straight toward his heart for an intended killing blow. She tapped into her Voidwalking to perform her Vital Touch spell, using it to allow Malice to easily be able to slip past any defenses he might have up, as well as past his outer flesh, to hone straight in on the vital organ. Serilda had not had the ability to teleport through the Void in her last battle with an archangel, so with any luck her skill in it now would give her enough of an edge to catch him by surprise. Not banking on being able to finish this off in one blow, however, she immediately followed with a secondary strike, taking another step forward and swinging Moonlight up in a quick arc from navel to collar.

    Both strikes were dealt before a full second had even passed. Looking to capitalize as much as she could on any advantage she might have gained from her initial charge, Serilda roared with all the fury of the dragon’s blood that ran within her veins. Rather than unleashing her breath weapon, however, a thick and powerful shockwave burst from her body. It was dark as the emptiness of space, glittering with clouds of stardust, and shot out to envelope the entire surrounding area for several hundred meters. As cold and merciless as the vast vacuum of outer space, its intent was to suck both life and power from both foes.

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    Yeah, because this was the last thing Mythal needed.

    Handling Vriko had been one thing. Finally bringing her to justice and putting her under arrest had been a beast in and of itself. The weeks of planning meticulously to make sure they were ready for this mission had finally paid off and his sibling had proved to be no match for the combination of himself and Serilda. They had her dead to rights and with her disarmed, the only hitch in the plan had been Serethar. The angel hadn’t shown any kind of battle prowess thus far but it was understood that he would, no doubt, be prepared to defend Vriko. Seri and he had strategized for such a situation and knew exactly what to do when he came running. There had no idea of the level of his strength but given that they had handled an Archangel, it seemed likely that he wouldn’t have a chance against their combined forces.

    But seeing his body so haphazardly thrown to the ground, the bloodied form laying in a crater of cement, dirt and rock had brought a sobering feeling. Before anyone could move to check on him, defend him, his life was taken from him in the form of a massive blade. They had watched him be drained of his essence until he was nothing more than a rag of what he used to be. This wasn’t the result of a Rune Knight attack; their forces had instructions to leave both Serethar and Vriko to Seri and Mythal. This was something else -- another force that had felt it appropriate to attack right when Vriko’s forces were weakest. Soon the magical pressure was pressing down on the lot of them, two significant presences that seemed to wear their power right on their sleeve. The large figure of Ruman and Izrael approached them and it became obvious that this mission had taken a hard left turn.

    And worse yet, they wanted to fight… though not in the way that Mythal had expected. Given that he was some kind of legendary figure in Kingdom Darkness’ lore, he imagined that he was marked as a kill on sight kind of person. But instead, Ruman simply wanted to, seemingly, spar and feel out how strong they were. The woman seemed less interested in the task, dismissing them out of hand before they had even started. Good chance this was one of those situations where saying ‘no’ wasn’t a real answer. Nonetheless, Seri had no problem informing the two Trumpets that neither of them had any interest in ‘locking fists’ for the sake of consideration. In fact, she dismissed the action as nothing more than a naive and base attempt to build one’s own ego and she wasn’t going to stand for it. The Voidwalker’s regal mannerisms were on full show at the moment but it seemed her answer landed… silently against Izrael and Ruman. Both Archangels just continued to watch her, showing no change in emotion or feature as she seemingly dismissed them out of hand.

    Mythal knew better. She wasn’t simply going to wave them off and then walk away. These were two of Faera’s closest agents and being on Earthland provided the Rune Knight leaders with a rare advantage. Taking them out would tip the eventual scales in their favor, counting that Archimedes had perished after his failure to destroy them. Mythal stood perfectly still, the flat of his sword still resting against Vriko’s stomach to keep her from moving. He watched the Archangels carefully as Serilda’s refusal clung to the air like hands around a throat, strangling the tension until it hit its breaking point. It was only a moment or so before Serilda spoke again, taking her role as the Field Marshall into effect. The two had interrupted an operation and had even managed to murder someone right before the two leaders while stating their plans for Vriko. As her blades slid out from their resting places, Izrael let out a small scoff and rolled her eyes, even as a tome slowly materialized into her hand. Ruman simply stood his ground, his gaze unwavering as he looked straight at Serilda -- his attention for Mythal apparently waned. He could feel the polar energies reverberating out of the swords, one such of his own standing and the other seeking refuge through his soul. They were to be arrested there and then, counting that they survived.

    Before Vriko could even fathom to move, a bubble of magic surrounded her. She slammed her fist against it just as Mythal and Serilda moved, practically teleporting from their spots to standing right before their opponents. Serilda’s blade of darkness rushed forward towards his chest, seeking to pierce his heart by phasing right through his flesh. And indeed, the blade did pass through his bare chest without obstruction… but it also did so to his organ. Her second swing resulted in the same effect, as if she was swinging at an illusion. The Trumpet of Triumph allowed a rare grin, an oddly sincere show of how impressed he seemed. It wasn’t mocking or judgemental but seemed rather genuine in its feeling of entertainment.

    Mythal, on the other hand, had managed to swing his sword horizontally at Izrael, an attempt to cut her through the stomach and bring her down in one blow. But as his blade passed through her, she burst into a floating form of water that then splashed down on the ground. Grunting in annoyance, the Darkness King’s eyes darted around even as Serilda released a burst of magic that altered the surrounding area. They were now in the emptiness of space, the vacuum lacking sound and air for their enemies. And yet Ruman stood stoic, looking around slowly as if he was studying the magical realm.

    “The ability to manipulate the void. Most impressive, Sword. I may have to actually try in this fight,” he stated boldly, as he rolled one of his shoulders slowly. Then a loud thum exploded out of him, somehow making an actual noise despite where they were. An aura of purple magic radiated off of his body, highlighting his features and making his entire form glow. With a grunt, he unleashed a barrage of glowing purple blasts that shot out and rushed towards Serilda, aiming to surround her on all sides and detonate upon her one after the other.

    Izrael reappeared near him, thumbing through her book while in the safety of a magic bubble. Mythal spotted her and shot his hand out, unleashing a pitch black blast of darkness right at her. It crashed into the bubble and pooled over the film before sliding off and into the space below. She looked at him with a cocked brow, annoyed. “Come on, boy scout. You aren’t going to earn the title of Darkness King if you throw elementary stuff like that at me.”

    “I ain’t any stupid king. You and your realm can go eat shit for all I care,” Mythal retorted.

    “Ooh scathing,” the Archangel replied dryly as she settled on a page. “Anyways… enjoy.” With that, she snapped her fingers. Her bubble turned into a bright bulb of light, glowing as bright as a sun in the actual vacuum of space. It was also tremendously hot, instantly raising the temperature of the area. Mythal put a hand up to block the blinding light, beads of sweat already forming on his head.

    “All I ask is one day without any extra bullshit,” he grumbled as his form was surrounded by an aura of darkness. He summoned the darkness from inside and thrust both his hands out towards the sun, firing a far larger beam at the ball of light. The darkness poured over it heavily, melting away after seconds of touching the sun but beginning to pool over it. Then with a hard jerk of his hand, he opened up a portal underneath the ball and released a jet of darkness from below. The light ball shattered and sent Izrael souring up into the sky above, yelping in surprise and pain.

    But Mythal was already there, having swiftly flown up to meet her. His sword in place, he thrust it down towards her stomach and just barely nicked her stomach before she teleported away. She reappeared a short distance from him, her free hand going to her stomach. Her dress had been cut from the blade and a small, bloodless hole had been opened on her belly. She growled in annoyance and glared at the Darkness King. “Why are you so annoying?!” She demanded, like the petulant teenager she was.

    “I’ve always been a pain in the ass,” Mythal replied as he brought forth more darkness and took aim at her. “Why don’t you ask that piss-poor goddess of yours?”




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    Post by Serilda Sinclair on 23rd September 2020, 8:44 pm

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    So this is what it felt like to fight herself.

    Serilda did her best not to let her powers and abilities get to her head. She was confident in herself, to be certain, but all it took was a dash too much confidence before one found themselves on the receiving end of a skewering. Aster had drilled discipline into her hard, harder even than she’d already been taught to be by her parents, and for the most part Serilda felt that she did that training proud. However, it wasn’t every day that she had her own trick turned back on her. In fact, it had never happened before. Her swords passed right through Ruman’s body like he wasn’t even standing there. A grin spread upon his face, though the expression seemed more out of sincere, almost studious interest rather than any sort of menace. Not that that meant much to Serilda at the moment.

    She recovered quickly, sending out a burst of Void space to fill the surrounding area, her mind racing to deduce his own abilities. Either he also controlled something similar to Void, or was somehow able to copy her own abilities. Testing would be required, but first it was time to deal with a retaliatory attack. Ruman praised her Voidwalking skills, vocalizing that he was impressed and that he would actually have to put forth effort. Serilda resisted the urge to roll her eyes, if barely. She had little respect for warriors that thought it prudent to stroke their own egos by making it sound like some kind of honor if they had to work up more than a light sweat in a fight.

    A loud booming sound emitted from him, despite the emptiness in the area, and a purple aura came to life around him. Ruman shot an array of similarly colored blasts in her direction, aiming each in a different spot around her in an attempt to divvy up her attention. Much like Vriko’s attack, the energy appeared to do nothing, exploding around her in close enough proximity that it should have hit her but only managing to phase through her body without leaving so much as a scratch. This was going to be a long battle unless one of them could find a way to actually inflict damage on the other.

    Well, he did say he wanted a fight with the Sword of Wrath. It seemed as appropriate a time as any to wield her unholy magic against the angel. With little more than a mental flex, she summoned a large black rune beneath the man. It began to churn at a rapid rate, releasing a spray of black frost that seemed to hone in on his body, looking to cover him from head to toe in a coat of black ice. The ice was so freezing that it would almost burn to the touch, and would immediately send him into a fit of hypothermia if it managed to get a hold of him.

    As that spell unleashed upon him, a second much larger rune would manifest in the sky overhead, filling the entire area. From it fell thousands of chunks of black hail, some as small as golf balls and others as large as boulders. The dense ice smacked relentlessly into anything not agile enough to get out of its way, destroying the buildings in the area even more than they already had been. If Ruman, or Izrael, was hit by any of the frozen rocks, they quickly fight the cold and weight of impact enough to slow their movement and mobility. Bracing herself where she stood, Serilda held one scimitar in front of her with the other behind, flipped in her grip so that the blade ran up along her forearm, ready in a flawless defensive stance to see how the large man reacted.

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    Ruman watched with delight as his attacks swarmed and surrounded Serilda. And then, one by one, they shot through and past her without hitting her at all. Much like him, she had utilized her abilities to simply phase through the attacks, standing there obstinately as the explosions flashed all around her. He chuckled softly even as he adjusted his stance every so slightly, putting himself back on guard for her counterattack. No doubt she was analyzing the possibility of ending this battle quickly, as it seemed that the two of them could simply phase through the other. She would need another angle to get at him and he was all the more intrigued to see what she came up with.

    He wouldn’t have to wait long. Below him appeared a black rune, the source of her next spell. Rather than some manipulation of the void, ice as black as charcoal came spiraling out from the rune and latched onto his form. As soon as it took root, it began to equally freeze and burn his joints and muscles, causing him to gasp at the sudden realization that he was feeling pain. He continued to stand in one spot, seemingly frozen in his place by the icy attack, as more of his body started to become captured in the frost. Then the sigil on his chest flashed a bright purple and magic rushed out and off of his muscles, sending the frost that had dug into him flying off of him. As his gaze readjusted to her, a black orb of ice struck him from above and brought his attention skyward. Yet another runic symbol, this one releasing the fury of a devastating hailstorm. “To be expected from the Sword of Wrath,” Ruman stated, smiling. “Impressive.”

    In a speed that was far unbecoming of a large man as himself, he crossed the distance between himself and Serilda in the blink of an eye. His fist was reared back and threw itself towards her, aiming to deliver a punch that would easily hit all of her torso. The funny thing about this attack was, if Serilda attempted to simply phase through it, she would find the matter still capable of hitting her with full force. Ruman’s other hand threw itself outward and the keysword, still embedded in the ground where it had slain Serethar, flew up and to his calling, landing in his palm. Fingers wrapped around the handle and he twisted his body to swing the tremendously large weapon at Serilda much like a pro ball player would swing to send a ball into orbit.

    “Allow me the opportunity to commend your strength, Serilda Sinclair. Our Dark Mistress woefully underestimated your capabilities. You deserve much more respect.” Ruman informed the Voidwalker, his tone firm and genuine. But even in spite of his reverent comments, that didn’t keep his weapon from drawing back and swinging at her once more, a downward slash that would cut from head to navel. All the while, the symbol on his chest was starting to glow brighter and brighter. As he reset after his previous attack, it reached its climax of charging and flames as black as Serilda’s ice exploded out from Ruman, an explosion that expanded outwards in an attempt to catch her wherever she may try to flee to.

    Meanwhile, the battle of long range magics between Mythal and Izrael continued. Blasts of darkness erupted from the Rune Knight Director, attempting to overtake the Archangel. Each and every time she found a different method to keep it from striking her, putting her completely on the defensive. But when the rune appeared in the sky and brought forth the differing sized hail, Izrael scoffed in annoyance. “So annoying. Making me try and stuff,” she complained before she teleported out of existence… only to reappear behind Mythal. Before he could fully turn to face her, she put a hand on his shoulder and the two of them completely disappeared.

    When the pair reappeared, they were somewhere else entirely. A land quite literally on fire. The dark red dirt was practically glowing, with plumes of fiery bursts shooting up from crevices in the ground. Magma flowed in wide rivers, over cliff sides and into massive lakes that peppered the regions below. There was no sky; just a cavern ceiling that was darkened by the thick smog from the landscape below. Mythal landed on the ground in a roll and immediately launched himself into the air, his body hanging in the air thanks to his magic. The ground was blistering hot to the touch and if he had remained for even a few more seconds, he would have suffered some extreme burns.

    “Welcome to hell… or some kind of hell. Any chance I can just leave you here and  you won’t cause any problems?” Izrael asked lazily, flipping to a different page in her tome.

    “Fat chance,” the Darkness King responded, his magic fluctuating behind his back for a moment for fading away.

    “Alright well I’m going to leave you here anyways so enjoy the he-” She was just about to send him a cocky, dismissive wave with her free hand when suddenly a form rushed around her. Mythal’s Dark Guardian swung around her body and grabbed the massive book from her hand, flying back to its master and taking its place behind him. It held out the book to Mythal, who took it and then presented it mockingly to the bewildered woman.

    “Sorry, no ticket, no passage,” Mythal said, giving her a dismissive smirk of his own.

    Izrael sighed loudly. “Fine! Make me work, why don’t you?” Her other hand now free, she used it to summon forth a scepter; an ebony weapon of her own design with a purple jewel on its head. She swung it through the air and thrust it towards Mythal, unleashing a barrage of fiery blasts towards him.

    The Darkness King handed the book back to the Dark Guardian and swung his sword in front of him in time with the firebolts, cutting them in half and dashing them to the ground. He flipped over the last one and rushed at her, swinging his sword in at her. Curse met the rounded edge of the scepter, both metal weapons screeching loudly as they ground against one another.

    “Why are you and your woman so annoying?” Izrael asked, pushing her face closer to Mythal’s.

    “I could ask you the same thing,” he replied coldly.

    “Ew gross, Ruman is so not my type.” Izrael pushed her other hand against the handle of the scepter and pushed Mythal back. Through the air she swung the weapon before thrusting it forward once more, now releasing a volley of icy talons right at the Rune Knight, giving him yet another obstacle to deal with.




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    Post by Serilda Sinclair on 24th September 2020, 7:24 pm

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    As expected, the God Slaying magic had a little more weight to it. Either Ruman didn’t catch the Rune beneath his feet in time to avoid the attack or he had decided to take it, either out of some desire to continue testing her strength or because he was confident it wouldn’t affect him. The latter was the least likely in her mind. By now every creature in Kingdom Darkness knew her name and knew that she had acquired the magic necessary to defeat god and angels alike. Yet, he seemed almost shocked when the hypothermia began to set in and actually caused him pain, the ice encasing his body in an agonizing shell. He found a way to break through it soon enough, of course, but Serilda had been prepared for that. After all, only rookies dealt one attack without following it up with another, and as he sought to recover from the temporary encasing he was struck by a large sphere of hail from above, drawing his attention to the second, larger storm.

    He praised her and once again marked her as impressive, commentary that Serilda once again refused to remark upon. She was not here to chit chat with him, but even if she had been more open to verbal banter at the time, Ruman would not give her that chance. He shot across the space between them so quickly he might as well have teleported, despite his otherwise cumbersome size. One of his massive fists was cocked back for a punch that would surely leave quite the mark were it to hit. Not being one to simply assume that her defenses were impenetrable -- despite the fact that they were -- Serilda reacted without thinking, raising both of her swords up in an attempt to block the strike in such a way that he would hopefully cut himself on her blades at the same time. And while it kept his fist from hitting her directly, the sheer weight behind the attack still sent her flying back several meters.

    Serilda rolled along the ground twice before using her momentum to right herself up on her feet, her heels digging into the ground to slow herself to a stop even as he came at her once more, this time wielding the very sword he had used to kill Serethar. Despite the fact that her arms were burning from the ache of tanking his attack, feeling pain she very much was not used to, she grit her teeth and wasted no effort in launching herself forward to meet him. She parried his first swing with Moonlight, the sword that was currently being held backward in her grip more like a tonfa than anything else, and now that she had an idea of how hard he could swing she was much more prepared to brace herself for the blow. His sword ricocheted off the weapon and he recovered quickly, following up with a secondary swing that aimed to cleave her in two longways down her torso. It was a quick and easy shift to move Moonlight from her side to above her head, using the motion to not just block the attack but push it to the side, hoping to throw his center off just enough that she could snake Malice in for a quick slice under his arm.

    Once more he spoke up, commending her strength and admitting that Faera was not taking Serilda for as much of a threat as she truly was. According to him, she deserved much more respect. Why did he continue to keep saying these things? And with such sincerity? Serilda continued to perceive no notes of mockery or condescension from him, yet she could not fathom any other reason for him to be speaking to her as he was. There was certainly no question, at least in her mind, that they were enemies. The only thing she could conclude was that he simply had an unbiased passion for fighting, to the point where he could set aside his pride for the sake of honoring a worthy foe. She’d certainly fought her fair share of such individuals in the past, but it would not be enough to convince her that he and his companion either wanted to kill or kidnap them both.

    Brace yourself,[/color] Victoria warned, the seal having noticed the glowing mark on his chest getting brighter and brighter as though swelling with magical pressure. Serilda jumped backward, getting just a smidge of space between them before the mark exploded, hurling a wave of black flames at her. They filled the entire spanse leaving her nowhere to run, but she had no intentions of doing so. She stood her ground even as flames consumed her and she momentarily disappeared within their hot embrace, and for a moment it seemed as though Ruman had managed to overwhelm her. But then the direction of the flames changed and began to converge on the spot where she was as if being sucked into a vacuum.

    It took a second or two before she was visible again through the flames, but the cause of the pull on the attack likely wasn’t what Ruman would be expecting. He knew she controlled the Void, which meant that he could likely assume she was capable of manifesting black holes to suck energy out of existence. Likewise, he knew that she was a slayer, and she could only assume after her fight with Archimedes that everyone in Kingdom Darkness was aware her god fighting powers were focused on elements of coldness. It might be a shock, then, for him to see her swallowing down his flames as easily as ice or snow, looking replenished and unshaken. “She will continue to underestimate me,” Serilda told him with unflappable confidence, “And when she is dead, the only one she will have to blame for her defeat is herself.”

    It was Faera and her agents that had pushed Serilda to this level of power, who backed her into a corner and forced her hand to take on levels of strength that she never asked for and never wanted. If Faera and Archimedes had left Mythal alone, they would not have provoked Serilda into becoming an unyielding force of nature, a tempest of phenomenal proportions. As far as the noblewoman was concerned, the goddess had sealed her fate the moment she’d tried taking Mythal away from her, to steal his life and hollow him out like some shell meant to be filled.

    Her eyes flicked briefly away as Mythal and Izrael suddenly disappeared from view. She had only moderately been observing the fight, having the fullness in faith that Mythal would be able to handle the brattier Trumpet. What was weird, however, was that she could still feel their bodies as they shifted through the pockets of Void in the air. Not dumb enough to keep her eyes off of Ruman for too long, the glance was brief. However, her mind was still churning trying to figure out why she could still feel their forms when they weren’t there, an anger starting to bubble and broil within her much like it had when Mythal had been snatched away before.

    Do not lose yourself,[/color] Victoria commented, her voice stern but supportive. It is merely an illusion that she has trapped him in. Not a very impressive one, either. Lux’s are far more convincing. He will find his way out soon enough.[/color]

    I will take your word for it, Serilda replied, trusting the older woman’s expertise on the matter and staying focused on her own fight. With a bit of her slayer magic, she sheathed both of her scimitars in a coating a black ice to give them a little more umph than the last time she’d used them against him. Then, in a flash, she charged the larger man, deftly swinging her swords at him in quick succession without let up. Her strikes were focused more on speed than anything else as she sought to overwhelm him with attacks that would not really do much of any damage. But, in this instance, inflicting him with great injury was not her goal. All she wanted was a little bit of insurance in the form of whatever served him as blood, even to the point of sacrificing some of her own defenses to draw him in close enough to nick him. If she could succeed in getting even a droplet from him, then she could prepare herself to do much greater damage to him later.

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    Yet another blast of magic was sent towards Serilda, as Ruman unleashed a terrible wave of black flames. It swallowed up the entirety of their battleground, leaving her no place to escape. And indeed -- it seemed that the blast had sufficiently swallowed her up before the flames themselves started to curl. They twisted and spiraled towards the location of the Voidwalker, funneling down into her. After a moment, she had consumed the entirety of the attack, as easily as a flame slayer may have. “Ah, very useful,” the Trumpet complimented, continuing his odd barrage of giving Seri due credit where it was deserved. He adjusted the sword in his hand as he met her gaze head on, listening as she proclaimed that Faera simply had no idea what she was dealing with. And that lack of foresight would lead to her downfall. “We shall see, my lady. But I’ll admit that your level of strength was never considered by the Dark Mistress. If I may be so bold, I’ll admit I would have enjoyed seeing her face if she had seen it firsthand.”

    A rather cheeky remark considering. One might have thought that he was testing Serilda or going through some kind of combat practice. They would never have suspected that they were enemies on differing sides. Nonetheless they were and he waited as she considered the fact that Mythal and Izrael had ‘teleported’ away. She had cast her illusion spell in an attempt to distract both Mythal and Serilda but the latter seemed unmoved by the change. Even with one of such strength, the deception should have been strong enough to earn some kind of show of emotion. Ruman wondered internally, even as he shifted his keysword in front of him the moment that he felt Seri’s muscles flex. She’d encased her weapons in ice, hoping to add extra damage to her strikes. He, in turn, surrounded his entire weapon in smoky, choking darkness that fluttered and flowed off of the massive sword.

    In she came, swinging at him in cyclic, focused motions that relied more on speed than strength. She was aiming to open him up, pester him with minor injuries so that the damage could add up sequentially. An intelligent move but he moved his weapon and body with a speed that was still not fit for a man of such mass. The smoky keysword moved in rhythm with her strikes, blocking the edges and points from finding substance in his flesh. He moved away from her as well, fully on the defensive and the retreat. It was a place most people may have shown signs of concern but Ruman continued to look thoroughly pleased, his mustache lifted ever so slightly with his smile.

    Meanwhile, in the ‘other world’, Mythal was doing everything in his power to get close to Izrael and take swings at her with Curse. She was a flighty little punk, dipping around his sword slashes before unleashing more magic upon him from her scepter. He’d managed to avoid most of her spells but he was getting sufficiently annoyed. He managed to spin past a bolt of black lightning, his eyes following its trail as it soared off into the distance. But in its wake, he could see the backdrop of the magma world… fluctuating. It looked like it was wavering, melting away like fresh paint under rainfall. His brow furrowed for a moment before the pieces fit together. “Clever bitch,” Mythal muttered to himself.

    “Not a good time to get distracted!” Izrael yelled to him. As Mythal turned to look at her, he was slammed into by a wave of darkness, the shadow stream overwhelming him and pushing him to the ground. The Trumpet grinned as she pressed the attack forward, bathing the entire area in a pitch darkness that no light could break through. Luckily, Mythal wasn’t aiming to use light -- instead he simply rose up from the shadows and dusted off his clothing nonchalantly. It was Izrael’s turn to look confused, cutting off the stream of darkness from her scepter. Yet the pool on the ground remained in tact, swirling beneath Mythal’s feet.

    “Took me a minute but I see it now,” the Darkness King replied, even as the puddle of shadows beneath him began to rise up behind him, forming into another wall. “You didn’t take us anywhere; you’re just playin’ a trick on me.” Growths appeared out from the walls and took aim on the young woman, purple light beginning to swell in their cores. “Time to blow this illusion up.”

    The blasts exploded out and peppered the area with powerful, flashing detonations. Izrael threw up her arms to protect herself but was thrown back, knocked around by the explosions from every side. The lava world around them began to destabilize and finally splintered into thousands of glass-like pieces, falling to the ground. Izrael skidded along the ground on her back, catching Ruman’s attention. A genuine look of concern flashed across his face before he slammed a foot into the ground, releasing a wave of darkness towards Serilda to force her back. Then he leapt to Izrael’s side. “Are you injured?”

    “No, just pissed off,” the woman replied as she dusted her dress off and got to her feet. Wit h a wave of her scepter, she conjured a bubble of magic that surrounded the two Archangels, an impenetrable barrier that neither Serilda or Mythal could break through. “Are you satisfied? I’m getting tired of this.”

    Ruman considered her for a moment before he nodded softly. “Very well,” he stated before he released the handle of his keysword, causing it to fade into the air just below his hand. Izrael sighed with relief before she lazily lifted her hand and waved it behind them. Darkness rushed up from the ground and formed a doorway, not unlike the ones that Mythal could conjure to move about the world. “I commend you again, Serilda Sinclair. And to you, Mythal Ragnos, I say this -- though we may be enemies, we do not seek to kill you unless given no other choice. Please do not seek us out, for I fear our hand may very well be pushed.”

    “Not much of a threat,” Mythal stated simply. “By the looks of things, we had you guys on the ropes.”

    Ruman met the Darkness King’s gaze briefly before he chuckled. “Indeed. Were we to engage each other in full force, I do believe we’d come to a devastating draw. Alas, I wish you two well.” He gave the Director a quick nod before looking to Serilda and giving her one as well. Then through the portal they disappeared, fading into the shadows. The doorway melted away completely before the barrier broke apart, leaving them alone upon the battlefield, their victory -- or stalemate -- secured.




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