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    Coronation Craziness

    Vandrad Ragnos
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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos 6th December 2023, 12:09 pm

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
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    “All hail King Vandrad!”


    It was a complete and utter nightmare, at least in Vandrad’s terms. He knew that the coronation was going to be extravagant and over the top. Despite being its own nation with its own legislature and rules, Themesycia had made it very clear that the traditions of royalty would be the same as every other monarchy. Vandrad couldn’t simply sign a paper, receive his crown and have some official decree make him king in the privacy of a small gathered party. No, it had to be a full coronation that included the entirety of  New Rhaegar. The entire island had been decorated for the event, officially named Independence Day, which was made even worse by the fact that it had been set for his birthday of all things. He was painfully aware that Themesycia had planned it that way, probably the entirety of the governing body was in on the joke and nothing he could say could convince them to move it to another day. They knew right well what they were doing and it seemed he had no say, despite his future position.

    It had been as gauche and vibrant as he expected. The entirety of the populace couldn’t fit on the manor’s lawn so lacrivision cameras and screens had been set up all over town to broadcast the event to everyone. Given that New Rhaegar didn’t have an official religion, they couldn’t have a minister perform the ceremony so Themesycia had taken it upon herself to act as the official dignitary. The newly crowned king was dressed to impress and was given his crown and scepter to signify him as the ruling monarch. And then by official decree, announced to the island over, Vandrad was pronounced as king of New Rhaegar. The cheers echoed all over the new nation so loud that it was as if the entire population was gathered around him.

    Afterward, as to be expected, there was a party. New Rhaegar was an official nation and they had their ruler so it was high time they citizens celebrated. The island was alight with events, filled to the brim with alcohol, food and entertainment. While the rest of the nation enjoyed their own version of celebrating, Themesycia had prepared a special hall just for the occasion. Everance had used her magic to craft a ball room in the undercropping attached to the manor’s underground. Given that they would need to entertain dignitaries from all over, it made sense that they have a room specifically for balls and galas. It was about as precocious as they could come, with massive chandeliers and chairs covered in flaked gold. Usually Vandrad would have put up some kind of resistance but… well, it was a big deal, he supposed. So he simply allowed it to happen.

    When he entered with Mercury, the entire room stopped and applauded. Fighting back the growing blush and scowl combination on his face, he finished his entrance as he walked up to his mother and father. “Congratulations again, your highness,” she said, giving him a bow of her head out of respect before embracing him in a hug. Themesycia had gone risque with her outfit, putting herself in a sleek black and red dress that did everything to show off her chest. A hood was attached to the top, gently saddled to the top of her head but pulled back enough to show off her intricate makeup, ruby-studded earrings and silver necklace-choker.

    "There’s no need for the posturing,” Vandrad grumbled.

    “Pretty sure that crown, scepter an’ title say otherwise,” Gren teased him as he stepped in to hug his son as well. Unlike Themesycia, Gren had gone for one of his usual formal suits, though they still hugged his body tight enough to show off his impressive physique. “How ya feelin’?”

    "Like a peacock on display,” Vandrad said with a sigh.

    “Well you still have a lot of struttin’ to do, your highness. But first let’s get ya some food and check in with everyone else.”





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    Post by Mercury Arseneault 6th December 2023, 1:45 pm

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    This was amazing.

    Granted, that was really only because today was all about Vandrad and not so much about her. The queen apparent was still struggling with her comfortability over becoming a monarch, not fully believing herself worthy of such a title… but that was a problem for the future. Mercury wouldn’t be queen until after she and Vandrad were officially wed, which wasn’t going to be for some time yet, meaning that she was free to continue ignoring her insecurities over all of it for several more months.

    Instead she could spend the day enjoying how annoyed Vandrad was with all the pomp and circumstance, particularly since it was also his birthday. Mercury had been all too thrilled to encourage Themmy with her little idea to turn Vandrad’s birthday into a national holiday, thereby forcing him to have to celebrate it in some fashion every year from here on out. And to no one’s surprise, Themmy had pulled out every stop for the coronation, making it as pompous and true to typical Earthland standards as possible. He’d even been forced to wear an extremely gauche outfit complete with an oversized cloak and a scepter, which Mercury was simultaneously tickled and aroused by.

    The ceremony went off without a hitch, and before long it was time to join the more private celebration that Themesycia had put together. The ballroom was nothing like the prior one they’d had in Bellum, far more aristocratic and designed for hosting foreign affairs. Mercury entered the room with him after taking a moment to straighten his cloak and crown. She was dressed in what was arguably the most regal gown she’d worn to date, a snug black dress with purple embroidery and a plunge neckline. The sleeves were made from a sheer, off white fabric that reached down to her wrists and a ruffled collar around her neck, with a light purple silk cape that draped from one shoulder down to the ground. She’d grown her hair out for the occasion, leaving it loose, with an assortment of jewelry.

    Vandrad’s fiance beamed with pride as they entered the room and everyone cheered for him, smiling up at him with a mischievous grin even as she held his arm close so he had some sense of grounding against the discomfort he was feeling. His parents were the first to greet him, giving him informal bows and referring to him by his new title, much to Vandrad’s chagrin. Mercury chuckled when he admitted to feeling like a bird in a zoo. “Not inaccurate,” she teased.

    At Gren’s suggestion, they went and got something to eat, filling a small plate with some finger foods to tide them over to the full meal. “You’re through the worst of it,” his fiance told him, taking a moment to encourage him a bit now that they weren’t in direct earshot of anyone. “At this point it’s just like any of your mother’s engagement parties; just have to socialize a bit. Though I can’t say Themmy won’t make you sing again.” Mercury grinned before leaning over and giving him a soft kiss. “Come on, I think I saw Serilda and Mythal. We can take a break and go say hi to them before you start making your rounds.”

    He could probably use at least a little normalcy to even him out before jumping right back into the politics. While Serilda and Mythal were technically there as representatives of the Rune Knights, they were also present as family, so it wasn’t like they had to be professional at all times with each other. Plates in hand, they made their way over to the side of the room where the Rune Knight leaders were chatting with a few other familiar faces. Mythal and Serilda both had worn their official dress blues, as had Saffron who was standing in the same crowd. The group all turned to smile at the couple as they approached.

    Serilda maneuvered herself into an upright military stance, giving him a formal bow. “Congratulations, your majesty,” she told him. But when she straightened herself out, she allowed herself to relax and give him a friendly smile with her minimal requirements for on duty decorum done and out of the way. The noblewoman approached and gave him a half hug, more to be mindful of his overabundance of clothing and the plate in his hand. “Congratulations, Vandrad.”

    Saffron merely looked at him. “I’m not bowing,” she told him frankly, though she was sure he would be more thankful for that than anything else. A smirk settled its way onto her lips and she punched him lightly on the shoulder. “Congrats, old man.”

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    Post by Mythal Ragnos 7th December 2023, 1:19 pm

    LIGHT
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    Vandrad looked absolutely devastated, though that didn’t surprise Mythal much. Frankly, he was still handling it better than the Rune Knight Director would have. If there had been such pomp and circumstance for his promotion in the Knights, he would have been downright moping. Luckily, he’d managed to avoid that but his adoptive brother was not so lucky, especially with Themmy and Mercury planning the coronation. But he took it well, agreeing to the terms that were placed before him for the safety of his nation and graciously accepting the praise and cheers of the people as they watched from all over the island.

    Mythal was wearing his official Rune Knight attire as well, given the circumstances. He’d managed to avoid having to be required to keep the outfit on, aside from the Yule Ball they had held what felt like a century ago. But given that this was a new nation that was going to be allied with Fiore, they were acting as dignitaries as much as they were friends. It was a bit much; stiff and overly formal for his taste. It also didn’t help that he hadn’t exactly lost weight since the last time he wore it so it was tight around his legs and shoulders. He’d spent a number of times rolling his arms to try and stretch out the material without it outright tearing.

    Vandrad and Mercury took a moment to grab some of the hor d'oeuvres that were being handed out and then headed on over to them. Serilda put on the proper stand and bow for the new king, taking her role as the Field Marshall very seriously and the duties that came with it. But once she had done so, she relaxed and stepped in to give him a hug that was careful enough not to get in his way. "Thanks,” he said, giving her a courteous nod.

    Saffron, on the other hand, insisted she wasn’t bowing before playfully punching him on the shoulder and offering him congratulations as well. “Yeah I’m with Saff here, Seri bowin’ is enough, right? I’d rather not make you hate everythin’ more than ya already do,” Mythal said, popping a snack into his mouth from his plate. “Not gonna lie though, yer wearin’ the hell out of the cape.”

    “Your highness!” Then came the all-too-familiar voice of Cedric and the look on everyone’s faces showed they already knew it was going to dial things up. The former Dread Master was in a suit that was different from some of the others he had worn. The biggest differences were the elegant earrings he wore. As he approached, he swept his arm in front of him and then took a step back to showcase an overly picturesque bow, fit for a ruler that loved to see others showing him attention. “King Vandrad, first of his name, I do offer my deepest congratulations on this, your coronation day.”

    “Holy hell, man, that’s a lot even for me,” Mythal said, doing his best to stifle his chuckle.

    After the display, Cedric stood back, grinning from ear to ear with pride at his own antics. “Well I know he absolutely despises the attention so, of course, I have to make sure to needle him whenever I can,” the former Dread Master teased, leaning over to give Mercury a kiss on the cheek in greeting. As he turned, he glanced around. “Where’s your sister at, Mythal? She didn’t wish to join?”

    “Oh no, she definitely didn’t but Gren insisted. She’s over there,” he said, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder. Sure enough, Vriko was standing off in one of the corners, once again dressed far more daring than people would expect with her attitude. She caught sight of her brother directing attention at her and as Cedric offered a wave, she rolled her eyes and turned her gaze away. “In her words ‘he’s not my king, so what do I care?’”

    “Hello, my lovelies,” Ruzatz said as he approached with Agatha in hand. The Prime Sin had recently cut his hair and added some color to the ends, a lightish blue that was accented by the blue make up he wore on his eyes. He was in a dashing, maroon suit that was complemented by silver jewelry and a blank undershirt. He offered a gentle but still respectful bow to Vandrad. “Congratulations, your highness. And at what I imagine will be your next request, I will return to simply calling you ‘Vandrad’ from here on out,” he said with a playful grin.

    He took a moment, alongside Agatha, to greet everyone, though the kisses on the cheeks of Serilda and Mythal lingered just a bit longer. Not enough to draw any suspicion or attention but certainly impactful enough for Mythal to have to fight tooth and nail to keep from blushing at the married pair. They hadn’t seen Agatha and Ruzatz since their dalliance at Genesis’ celebration. “It was a lovely coronation. Sweet and to the point -- one of the best I’ve ever attended. And this room is stunning. Your mother and aunt went all out, though they rarely hold back.”



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    Post by Serilda Sinclair 7th December 2023, 5:17 pm

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    It calls us back to who we truly are.
    Serilda knew that she was probably going to be the only one adhering to any formalities, which Vandrad had never been a fan of, and normally she was perfectly happy setting those aside. But for a big moment like this, and while acting partially in capacity as a Rune Knight, she simply couldn’t keep herself from showing at least some royal decorum. Mythal and Saffron were not of the same mind as her, however, the blonde flat out telling her mentor not to expect any bowing from her. The director was right behind her, insisting he understood how much Vandrad was already hating all of this, even if he was rocking out the cape.

    It was all going quite smoothly until another familiar voice approached, proudly and loudly calling out to him by his lofty new title. Saffron groaned audibly, closing her eyes and pinching her forehead even as she fought back a rueful smirk. “Gods, I hate him.” Meanwhile, Mercury and Serilda were equally as amused, with the voidwalker shaking her head with a small smile, and the queen apparent fighting back a giggle alongside Mythal. When pushed about it, Cedric insisted that it was his personal duty to push Vandrad’s buttons. He asked about Vriko, to whom Mythal pointed out from across the room. Cedric gave her a little wave, even as Saffron gave her a cheeky grin along with a middle finger.

    The moment was interrupted by the approach of Ruzatz and Agatha. The Hand was dressed in a completely white suit with a low front and a cape in place of sleeves. Her red hair was loose and full bodied, a bright and colorful contrast to her attire. Ruzatz congratulated Vandrad by use of his title, only to follow up with assuring him that he would not use it again from there on out. Agatha smiled happily up at the king, leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Congratulations, Vandrad!” she told him, opting not to tease him like many others had done. “Oh, and happy birthday as well!”

    The couple took a moment to greet everyone else, though there was a little something extra for Mythal and Serilda – though the exchange was so subtle that most others would likely miss it. Serilda managed to fight off a blush as well, though only with great effort. “Yes, this place looks absolutely exquisite!,” Agatha added, piggybacking on her husband’s compliments with her own. “These chandeliers are breathtaking. Will you two be having your wedding reception here? It would be a perfect place for it.”

    “Possibly.” Mercury picked a small cheese pastry from her plate. “We haven’t really discussed that much yet. Been more focused on getting the coronation out of the way, among other things.” She and Vandrad weren’t in a hurry to get their wedding put together, particularly now that Mercury was pregnant. They were content to wait.

    The group of them chatted for a bit while Vandrad and Mercury were given a chance to put a little food in their stomachs, and so that the king could have a chance to breathe – socially speaking – before having to jump right back into the swing of things. Soon enough, they were off once more, this time to make the rounds to greet other attendees. Zemenar was present, dressed up to befit his title as the Xocili senator, along with Khelben who had been let out of prison for the day in order to partake in the first inaugural Independence Day for New Rhaegar. The two men were lingering near Vriko in the corner and providing her some company. Dinah was also present along with one of her body guards, happily mingling with strangers and making a few connections while she enjoyed the festivities.

    It wasn’t long before the banquet would start, the guests taking their seats as meals were served. In order to keep Vandrad from hating his life too much, he and Mercury sat at a table together with Serilda and Mythal, Saffron and Cedric, and Agatha and Ruzatz. “This is delicious,” Serilda remarked at some point after swallowing another bite of the meat on her plate. “What is this?”

    “It’s vulcan meat; a bit of a du Wolff speciality.”

    “Is it really? I don’t think I’ve ever tried vulcan before. I would never have guessed it was so tasty.”

    “Right? I thought the same thing first time I had it. Just be sure to leave room for birthday cake later.” She shot Vandrad a mischievous grin. Mercury and Themmy hadn’t informed him about the cake they’d made in advance, mostly because they knew all he’d do was protest. Saffron cackled in delight.

    Meanwhile, Agatha was the only one to come to Vandrad’s defense, as per usual. “You’re so mean to him..!” she teased the Xocili, though she was smiling as well.

    “Oh, we’re only just getting started. We haven’t even gotten to all the dancing, yet.” Vandrad had at least been made aware of the dancing, though that was to be expected for an event like this, which was similar in several ways to the engagement parties he’d been forced to attend before. And just like at those events, it was practically expected that he spend time on the dance floor with anyone that wished to join him for a brief period of time. “And who knows what else Themmy has up her sleeves. I can only be held responsible for so much tonight.”

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos 8th December 2023, 1:48 pm

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
    Coronation Craziness RJtajUnz_o

    Clearly Vriko wasn’t planning on joining the rest of them, happy to be in her own little corner. The most upbeat thing she did was to give Saffron a wry smirk at her gesture before turning her gaze askance, leaving them to be joined by Agatha and Ruzatz. The married guild masters were drop dead gorgeous, as they always were, even to a man like Vandrad. There was no denying Ruzatz’ impeccable ability to dress himself like a spectacle and Agatha could probably get away with wearing hospital dressing and still make an impression. She leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek and unlike Serilda and Mythal who would put on a master class of discretion a moment later, the newly crowned king couldn’t fight the blush that invaded his cheeks. "Thank you…” he said, trying to divert attention by slightly looking away.

    Of course, Vandrad picked up on the slight rise in both Mythal and Serilda, though it was so small that hardly anyone else would probably notice. It was the slightest fluttering, like if one was close to someone they had a crush on. But he remained silent on the matter, understanding the steep ramifications that would come if their tryst came to light -- especially at the hands of his own fiance. The married guildmasters spoke of the magically-crafted room and inquired about its use as a wedding reception area. Mercury explained that, while possible, they hadn’t been putting as much focus on the engagement, given everything else that had been happening. After they had finished up their minimal snacks, they were off again. They passed by Zemenar and Khelben, who had circled around Vriko and were seemingly the only two that she allowed near her, though she did seem a bit unsteady. They spoke to Dinah as well, who had been invited as a part of their continued discussions on an official alliance. On and on they went, making the rounds to different people and Vandrad having to suffer through congratulatory comments over and over again.

    Eventually, the banquet was signaled to start, giving him a reprieve from the comments and attention -- for a time. It was only a temporary stay; eventually he would have to be up and dancing and mingling again. So he took his sweet time cutting into the meat and eating it, drawing out the meal as much as possible. The one benefit was that no one could proceed without his say so, meaning he could delay as much as he physically could. Serilda and Mercury talked about the food, a delicacy that had long been a treasured recipe of the du Wolff family. The Silver Wolf mage teased him about a birthday cake as well, Vandrad shooting her a look and a slight scowl. He should have known better than to assume they would have just focused on the coronation.

    Agatha came to his defense, partially. It was all in good jest for the most part but that wasn’t going to slow Mercury down. Oh no, she went on about the dancing that was quickly approaching and whatever else Themmy had managed to dream up for the celebration. "If I knew becoming a king would require this much pomp, I would have turned the offer down,” he remarked dismally.

    “Oh please, you were a noble in Bellum. You absolutely knew what to expect. It’s probably why you delayed so long in agreeing to it,” Cedric teased him with a grin.

    Vandrad fixed him with a narrowed gaze. "And how would you know anything about that?”

    “Mostly assuming. But your mother and I talk, occasionally. She tells me stories,” the Dread Master said with a shrug. He went back to eating, ignoring the hardened stare that Vandrad was drilling through him. Whether he was joking about it or not seemed impossible to tell, especially because Mythal was too busy eating and trying not to laugh.





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    Post by Mercury Arseneault 8th December 2023, 10:05 pm

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    Cunning is the art of concealing our own defects
    and discovering other peoples' weaknesses.
    Honestly, at this point it was more shocking that Vandrad hadn’t assumed Mercury and his mother would find some way to throw in a birthday tradition during the celebration. She merely cast him a cheeky grin as he scowled at her, pleased with herself as she always was. He tried to insist that he’d have turned down the coronation had he known it would involve so much ceremony, but Cedric was quick to shut that down, stating flat out that Vandrad’s past should have more than prepared him for what today would entail. He even evidenced it in how long it had taken Vandrad to agree to the position.

    It was a remark that didn’t go without notice by the king, but when he tried to press for details on how Cedric had known about that all he got was a vague answer about Cedric and Themmy talking from time to time. Much like Mythal, Mercury was having some difficulty keeping her own face straight, turning away slightly as her shoulders shook from keeping her chuckles as quiet as possible.

    The only one who did speak up was Saffron, who shot the former dread master a wry smirk. “You ‘talk’ with her, huh? I swear to gods, if you slept with Themesycia and didn’t tell me, I’m gonna be so mad. I can’t do it cause I’m too chicken, but I can live vicariously through you, you know.” That got a reaction from the table, with Serilda covering her mouth and doing everything in her power to keep herself dignified instead of laughing through a mouthful of food. Meanwhile, Agatha was giggling and Mercury finally lost hold of her own discipline and started laughing outright. It was common knowledge that Saffron all but idolized the Ashen Dread, and refused to sleep with her for that same reason – though not for a lack of interest.

    The conversation carried itself along as the group of them ate through their food, with the king taking his sweet time, knowing that he would have to return to socializing once his meal was over. And soon enough that time came. “Well, my dear, we’d better get this over with,” Mercury said, though she didn’t appear nearly as annoyed at the prospect of dancing than her fiance did, giving him a grin even as she reached over and gave his hand a squeeze. “The sooner we get started, the sooner you can fulfill your obligations and call it a night.”

    No sooner had she begun to stand to join him out on the dance floor, than a small commotion drew the attention of the table to a nearby spot where a man had materialized into the ballroom out of thin air, surprising the people that had been standing by. He wore a white kimono top with red embellishments underneath black armor with a spiked pauldron on one shoulder, and a large fur shawl that reached to the floor over the other. His white pants were loose and billowy to allow for plenty of ease of movement, and a gold and red obi was wrapped about his waist. From the flat way that the long sleeve on his right side sat, it was clear he was missing his right arm from the shoulder down. He had long white hair, golden eyes, tapered ears, and tribal markings on his face. Two sheathed katanas were tucked into his obi, and he glanced around with little notice to those whom he had caught off guard with his sudden appearance. Anyone who was capable of sensing such things would be able to feel the demonic aura about him.

    “Who the hell is that?” Mercury asked with a look that was split between concern and interest. He was extremely handsome, but the fact that he had found New Rhaegar, whose location wasn’t exactly public knowledge just yet, was an obvious concern.

    Serilda closed her eyes and sighed. “You have got to be fucking kidding me,” she murmured, though she didn’t necessarily seem concerned about the man as much as the timing.

    Saffron leaned over to Cedric. “Did Serilda just drop an F-bomb..?”

    Agatha shared a look with Ruzatz. Like Serilda, she was not upset about the demon’s appearance so much as whatever reason he may have for being there.

    After a moment of searching, the demon’s eyes caught sight of Serilda motioning toward him, and he calmly began to make his way toward their table. “I’m so sorry, everyone,” the Voidwalker informed the table. “No need to be concerned. Jareth is a… colleague.” she settled on the word after a brief moment to search for some suitable way to explain the demon’s presence and assure those who were unfamiliar with him that he was not a hostile presence. As he grew closer, Jareth’s sharp gaze flicked to carefully take in the faces of those at the table, though it lasted longest on the four individuals whom he recognized.

    When he reached them, he gave a low bow to the other demon and his wife. “Lord Ruzatz, Mistress Agatha. I did not expect to find you here.”

    “Jareth, it’s so good to see you, again,” the Hand greeted him with a sincere smile.

    He straightened himself out and turned to the Rune Knights. “Lady Serilda, Lord Mythal. I apologize for the intrusion. Lord Ozorith has requested your immediate presence in Frostbane, and sent me to escort you. Ruzatz and Agatha, you may wish to join us as well.”

    Serilda scowled lightly. “Jareth, this is hardly a convenient time. Whatever Ozorith wants, he’s simply going to have to wait.”

    “Unfortunately, I must insist. I understand my timing is unfortunate, but we have little time to act quickly. Oblivion is potentially closing in on Shepard.”

    That got her attention. The voidwalker sat upright. “I thought she lost his trail when she saved Gren and Vriko?”

    “She did, but my understanding is that changed less than an hour ago. I don’t have all the details; my lord sent me to collect you the moment he had enough to work with. If we are to have any chance of locating him, we need to move with all haste.”

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    “Believe it or not, I do have a thing about not sleeping with people’s mothers, at least in regards to people I have to continue to interact with,” Cedric replied, chuckling as he rolled his eyes at Saffron. “Though I was terribly tempted to keep up the ruse, I’d rather not deal with Vandrad glaring at me the rest of the evening.”

    “Does he look at you any other way?” Mythal asked, earning a hearty chuckle from the table. Even Vandrad allowed an amused smirk to cross his face, at least now that he knew that there wasn’t anything going on between the former Dread Master and his mother. With that momentary amusement out of the way, they all continued to enjoy their dinner, whilst the newly crowned king did everything in his power to delay what would come after. Unfortunately, one could only push around their food with their fork enough before it became quite evident they were stalling and Mercury finally spoke up, suggesting they pull the metaphorical band aid off and get the dancing over with. He grumbled and began to stand when the sudden materialization of a man caught his and everyone else’s attention.

    He was a strange looking man, that much was sure. But perhaps the most interesting part about his appearance, outside of his ability to just appear beyond the scope of magical protections, was the faces of Mythal and Serilda. Even as Mercury was asking who she was, the engaged Rune Knights were looking more aggravated than anything else, especially the Darkness Slayer. He did his absolute best to reign himself in but there was a palpable anger in him as he stared hard at Jareth. Ironically, it wasn’t because of the man himself. Out of all of the minions that Ozorith ‘employed’, Jareth was the most bearable. He had been more than respectful to both him and Serilda. It was just… anyone being associated with Ozorith put them in a bad spot in Mythal’s book.

    As Saffron and Cedric mused over the rare cursing from the Field Marshall, Serilda offered a brief, if somewhat simple explanation of her relationship with Jareth, also putting a name to the face. Ruzatz gave the Omen a grin. “Hey Jareth! Looking fine as always,” he said, giving the man a once over.

    With that greeting out of the way, he turned to look at Serilda and Mythal, apologizing for his sudden arrival, using the excuse that Ozorith had requested their immediate presence in his home domain. In fact, it seemed that it would be beneficial for Ruzatz and Agatha to join as well, as it most likely involved something they would want to hear about as well. Serilda spoke up, insisting that the meeting could wait, given their circumstances but the Omen did not back down, stating that it was surrounding Shepard’s whereabouts. There was a pretty big reaction from the main four that had been summoned, though Vandrad slightly narrowed his gaze as well. He’d been made privy of the situation surrounding Faera and her followers, given how involved he’d gotten in the mess. Last he’d heard, Oblivion, the mysterious woman that had saved Vriko and Gren, was still trying to track down the Trumpet. But as Jareth told it, she had caught a trail not even an hour past and time was off the essence.

    Mythal groaned softly, even as he pushed himself up into a standing position. “Inconvenient fuckin’ timin’ if you tell me,” he grumbled, though his annoyance was more about the situation than Jareth. He turned to look at Vandrad. “Sorry that we have to cut and run but… sounds like this might be important.”

    Vandrad nodded. "It does. Which is why I’m coming with you.”

    That caught people by surprise. “Uh…” Mythal started, surprised. “But… this is your celebration, man.”

    "My responsibility is to the comfort and protection of my people. Shepard poses a threat to them, as well as to you and Serilda. If there’s an opportunity to track him down and strike him down, I will not simply stay back and let you two wholly take the risk,” Vandrad explained, already unclipping the jeweled button and attachments that kept his large cape clipped to his armor. He set down his scepter and pulled off his crown as well, setting them on the table.

    “Well, if he’s going, then I should as well,” Cedric spoke up, also standing up. His gaze had been fixated on Jareth almost the entire time, only now flicking away to look at Vandrad’s features racked in curiosity. “Well your blushing fiance can’t go; she has to protect herself for two now. Plus who else is going to convince your mother to keep the party going until we get back,” the former Dread Master explained, flashing Vandrad a grin.

    After a moment of consideration, the newly crowned king nodded. He turned to Mercury and placed his hands gently on her shoulders. "Tell my mother we’ll be back shortly,” he told her softly, leaning in to give her a kiss.

    Cedric turned to Saffron, the same confident smile on his face. “No time flat. Then we’ll have something else to celebrate,” he told her with all the bravado in the world.

    Mythal snorted out an amused scoff before he looked at Jareth. “Add two more to the party then. Because I doubt these two are gonna take no for an answer.”



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    Post by Serilda Sinclair 21st December 2023, 3:05 pm

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    It calls us back to who we truly are.
    If Jareth noticed the frustration his arrival brought, it didn’t show in his face. He remained as cool, collected, and professional as ever, greeting those he knew and getting right to the heart of why he was there. Serilda gave some pushback, keeping herself polite if only because she thus far had a modicum of respect for Jareth himself, but at the demon’s insistence and explanation of why Ozorith was calling an emergency meeting, it became clear very quickly that they had little choice in the matter. Serilda stood when Mythal did, her fiance grumbling about the ill timing of the matter before apologizing about needing to take off.

    But apologies apparently weren’t necessary, as Vandrad insisted that he was going with them. Serilda raised a brow in surprise, even as Jareth fixed the king with an unreadable look. When Mythal expressed his confusion, reminding his brother that the ceremony they were at was for Vandrad, the king merely insisted that he had a responsibility to protect his people. Shepard was a threat to them, as much as to Serilda and Mythal, and he didn’t plan on sitting idly back on the matter. Neither did Cedric, it seemed, the former Dread Master pushing to his own feet and explaining that Vandrad may want back up, which Mercury was currently unable to provide him. A sour look crossed the queen apparent’s face at the reminder; she was still getting used to having to remind herself there were things she couldn’t participate in now that she was pregnant.

    By the time Vandrad turned to look at Mercury, placing his hand on her shoulders, she was giving him a wry smirk. “Well, aren’t you the luckiest son of a gun in existence?” she teased, knowing that this was the perfect opportunity for him to have to skip all the rest of the night’s festivities. The moment was short lived, however. Mercury was more than well aware of the importance of finding Shepard. If anything, she was just upset that she couldn’t be there to help, if only because she wanted some retribution for Gren and Vriko’s near deaths at the Trumpet’s hands.

    Mercury kissed Vandrad back as softly. “Please be careful… And if you find him, give him an extra kick in the ass for me.”

    Saffron, meanwhile, just rolled her eyes at Cedric’s confident look as he insisted they’d be back sooner over later. “I’ll be here celebrating not having to deal with your ugly mug for a bit,” was her playful remark. She slugged him lightly on the arm and, with more care in her eyes than her words, gently added, “Try not to die.”

    With that all out of the way, Serilda turned to the Omen. “We are ready.”

    “You and Mythal were the only ones requested,” Jareth began, opening his mouth in protest of the new additions, his tone firm with finality, but not necessarily with the normal disrespect or arrogance one might expect from a demon. Ruzatz and Agatha were one thing; afterall Ruzatz was a Prime Sin, and Agatha his Hand. They had been involved in these proceedings up until this point anyway, so Ozorith would expect that to continue. However, these two mortals were unknown and uninvited, and Jareth was not interested in drawing Ozorith’s ire.

    Where he may have said more, however, he allowed himself to be stayed by Serilda, who gently raised her hand to interject. “It’s fine, Jareth. I’ll vouch for them. If Ozorith has an issue, he can take it up with me.” The Voidwalker certainly had no qualms about confronting the Prime of Wrath, nor upsetting him.

    Jareth considered her for a moment, his gaze flicking back to Vandrad and Cedric briefly, before he nodded. “Very well. Then let us depart. I do not wish to keep my lord waiting. ” He lifted his arm out to wordlessly invite them to place a hand upon him. Once everyone that would be making the trip had done so, Jareth would activate his magic and in the blink of an eye they’d find themselves within the lavish halls of Ozorith’s palace of ice. “This way, please.”

    The Omen lead them down a short series of hallways before approaching a room with modestly sized double doors. Pulling one of the doors open, he held it aside and gestured for the others to proceed within, following them and closing the door behind when all had entered. Like the rest of the castle, the war room they found themselves in was crafted primarily from ice and had a gothic feel to its architecture. Despite the ice, the room was chilly but not uncomfortably so. Large windows spanning almost the entire height of the wall to one side lent a view of the mountainous and snowy lands of the Frostbane kingdom beyond. It was an appropriately sized war room, with a table at its center that currently bore a map of Fiore.

    Ozorith was standing over one side of the table, studying it with a frown. He was dressed in a somewhat modernized kimono style outfit that was all white, with black trim and a red obi. Standing in a row at the back of the room behind him were Cain, Eden, Brione, and Shiloh. The first two Omens observed the approaching group of mortals with a shared smirk of arrogance and contempt, while the second two appeared more indifferent. The Prime of Wrath looked up, straightening to greet the group when his gaze fell upon Vandrad and Cedric. He narrowed his eyes, studying them with open scrutiny. “Jareth, would you care to explain to me why the company you escorted is larger than what I instructed?”

    Before the Omen could get a chance to speak, Serilda stepped in. “I insisted,” she informed the prime, approaching the table without waiting for an invitation. Gesturing to each in turn, she introduced them briefly. “This is Mythal’s brother,  King Vandrad du Wolff of the newly established nation of New Rhaegar, and Cedric Thane, our top black ops agent within the Rune Knights.” Cedric’s secret employment with the Rune Knights would likely be a shock to Vandrad, given that Serilda and Mythal had not informed anyone about it when it happened. And under normal circumstances, the field marshal would have continued to keep the information close to the chest. However, this was a special situation. She knew Ozorith would want more information as to the two men’s connection to Serilda and Mythal, and she wasn’t about to tip their hand about Cedric’s former affiliation with the Dread Masters.

    “This is hardly the time or situation to test new and unproven players.”

    “Then it’s a good thing they are neither new nor unproven. Both are more than aware of all known details involving Faera and Shepard, and their abilities are comparable to Mythal’s and my own. Vandrad even fought alongside Ruzatz in the battle against Faera when she attempted to take over Mythal’s body. If Shepard is as dangerous as you continue to imply, then prudence would demand we make use of all available and capable assets, would it not?”

    Ozorith was quiet for a moment in contemplation, but it took only a second or two before he relented, waving a dismissive hand. “We can discuss your exercise of liberties later. If you say they are up to the task, then so be it.” If nothing else, he trusted that Serilda and Mythal wouldn’t involve anyone that couldn’t handle themselves in a matter such as this, and he cared more about getting to work than arguing with them over it.

    The Prime gestured for everyone to gather around the table. There were three identical markers made of ice set upon the map, as well as a fourth one that was different in shape to the other three. “Less than an hour ago, Ryori – Oblivion – detected Shepard’s energy coming from these three areas: The Lycan Woods, the Forgotten Deserts, and the Silent Glaciers. The energy was faint at all three locations, so whatever he did it wasn’t anything large or disastrous. The problem is that the energy appeared simultaneously at each point and began to fade with the same degree of decay, meaning that she has no way to determine which trail to follow. With the speed at which the energy is fading, she will only have time to investigate one before the other two go cold.”

    Agatha frowned at the table. “As powerful as Shepard is, he’s not capable of being in three places at once. Any concern that this could be a trap? Some kind of attempt to split our resources?”

    “It’s possible,” Ozorith admitted. “His attempt to kill Mythal’s father and sister was thwarted, so by now he’s aware that we pegged his cover identity and are actively searching for him. This could be an attempt to lure us out and divide our forces, just as much as it could be that he did not intend for us to notice whatever he is doing. These locations are far enough apart that most people, even most immortals, would not be able to detect all three at once. There’s not enough information to be sure of anything.”

    “If it is a trap, we simply may need to spring it if we’re going to have any hope of catching up to him.” Serilda studied the map carefully, even as Ozorith nodded his agreement with her stance. However, she wasted no time with a question of her own. “What I don’t understand is why you needed us. If time is of the essence, why waste it fetching us instead of sending them to look into it immediately?” She gestured toward the row of Omens behind them.

    “Because we need every advantage when it comes to Shepard,” Ozorith explained. “My Omens are second almost to none, but Shepard is in a league of his own. Ryori is the only one who can stand up to him one on one; the rest he would ultimately kill. And he is crafty. He knows how to pick and choose his battles. Myself and Ruzatz could certainly handle him, but he’s far more likely to sense our approach than Ryori’s, and chances are he would flee rather than allow us to confront him.”

    “But he won’t be expecting to have mortals tracking him. He’ll be keeping an eye out for demonic or angelic energies, and if he senses someone that he is sure he could beat, it’s possible he’d show himself.” He tapped on the map where the fourth token, representing Oblivion’s location, was beside one of the other markers. “Oblivion chose to investigate the southern desert area, which leaves the forest and the glaciers. I’d like to send a team to each location consisting of two of you as well as one of my Omens who should be able to draw enough of his attention without outright scaring him off if he’s nearby.”

    He turned to look at Mythal. “Normally I would issue a kill-on-sight order here, but I assume you’d prefer he’s taken alive, if possible..?”

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos 23rd December 2023, 6:24 pm

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
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    The decision had been made for Jareth rather than including him and, being the proper servant of his master that he was, he was quick to point out that only Mythal and Serilda had been invited. His tone held finality, as if he’d stamped out any attempt to bend the rules, though it wasn’t rude or biting. It was proper etiquette when it came to following one’s line of command, something Vandrad had seen plenty of times before. However, he had no intention of letting the matter go or simply accepting dismissal if it came to it. Luckily, he’d already sensed that it wouldn’t be an issue and his assumption paid off when Serilda spoke up, vouching for their abilities and willing to stand on their behalf before Ozorith. The demon took a moment to look at her, turning the thought over, before he agreed, extending his arm for everyone to touch. Once they all had placed their hands, his magic would whisk them away to Ozorith’s realm, the biting cold as treacherous as the wintery air on the island.

    They would only need to partake in a short walk before arriving at a set of double doors that led them into a frozen war room, complete with a map table in the center of the room. It was as elaborate as one would expect from the tales and stories they’d heard about Ozorith. Standing on one side of the table was a man with pushed back brown hair, looking over the vast display of the country. Beyond him were four other mightily different beings, ranging in size, shape and color but all radiating a similar energy. Vandrad’s control over the rage that built up from the Ark had been extraordinarily increased thanks to Victoria, allowing him to conceal the fury before it grew out of control. But he could still sense the effects, enough to know that they were looking upon Jareth and what had to be his Omens. Of course the Prime Sin’s eyes fell on the two uninvited guests first, demanding an answer from Jareth over their inclusion, only for Serilda to speak up and introduce them properly.

    Of course, she was brilliant enough to keep some of the more important information from him. Namely, Cedric’s former position. Such an announcement may have caused uncontrollable waves that would have derailed the entire point of the meeting. Ozorith, of course, insisting that pulling in people from the bench without proof of worth seemed foolhardy, given the weight of the task. Serilda, once again, spoke up on their behalf, offering evidence of Vandrad’s abilities while backing both of their potential to offer assistance. As she saw it, dealing with Shepard meant they needed all of their resources at the ready. It was enough to assuage Ozorith’s concerns, if only slightly, though his tone and choice of words didn’t impose much confidence. Mythal sneered and took a half-step forward, already ready to start swinging at the assumption the Prime Sin could talk down to his fiance.

    It was Ruzatz who laid a gentle hand on his shoulder and gave a shake of his head when Mythal turned to look. It wasn’t worth the effort; it would be a fight that went nowhere and Ozorith would, at best, rebuff his anger with disinterest. The Director scoffed in annoyance but breathed outwards to let his annoyance out, focusing it elsewhere at the moment. With that out of the way, Ozorith began the meeting by explaining that his other Omen Oblivion, also known as Ryori, had detected a surge of magical energy matching Shepard’s signature in three different areas. He pointed out the three spots, far and spread apart from one another, and only released on a minimal level. But it had been almost simultaneous and was already beginning to decay beyond reading, only allowing her the opportunity to investigate one spot rather than all three.

    Agatha wondered if it was a trap and Ozorith admitted it was possible, all things considered. It could be an attempt to split forces and take down a few of them, thereby weakening their cause. But given that the energy was so minute, it would have been a remarkably unintelligent plan, as it wouldn’t have drawn enough attention. Nonetheless, they lacked the foresight to know anything further and, as Serilda put it, it may just require them to go and spring the traps to verify. But she was curious why he had wasted precious time to summon them, when the window of opportunity was quickly fading. As he put it, they needed all of their advantages if they were going to deal with Shepard. He believed his Omens could handle anything put in front of them but the Trumpet was something else entirely. Plus Shepard knew how to twist a situation to his benefit and how to avoid fights he knew he couldn’t win. Including mortals and Omens together offered them the opportunity to force his belief into catching weakened prey.

    It made sense, Vandrad had to admit. A well thought out one that could very easily work. He wanted to create two separate task forces, tying two of them with one of the Omens so that they had a mixed party. With any luck, it would provide the perfect honeytrap for the Trumpet and force him on the attack. Ozorith leveled his gaze with Mythal, asking if they should attempt to take Shepard alive, given that he had once paraded as Branwen. Whether that had been all an act or if the real Branwen was in there was still up for debate. “Yes, take him alive. I need to confirm if it’s Shepard wearin’ Branwen to the prom or if it was all fake from the beginning. I’ll be able to do that if I get a minute with ‘im,” Mythal said, crossing his arms. “Alright, two teams then. What did you have in mind?”





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    Post by Serilda Sinclair 23rd December 2023, 8:16 pm

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    Serilda was less upset than her fiance by Ozorith’s implication that there might be repercussions for her actions. While both her and Mythal arguably had big tempers, Mythal was quicker to let his reach the surface, so it was no surprise that he was already stepping forward to give the Sin a piece of his mind until Ruzatz interjected to smoothly pull him back from the edge. It wasn’t worth the energy spent on the anger, which was the reason Serilda had not allowed herself to be baited. As far as she was concerned, there was nothing Ozorith could or would do, particularly when she trusted that Vandrad and Cedric would prove themselves useful. If anything, her biggest worry was that they would be so useful that Ozorith would try to pull them into his schemes in the future as well.

    She was mostly quiet while Ozorith laid out the facts and gave what little answers he could to the few questions that were asked, the Voidwalker studying the map even as she listened. He explained that he wanted to split them into two teams that comprised both mortals and demons, hopefully in a way that would make Shepard believe he held the advantage as he would surely underestimate the abilities of anyone that wasn’t Oblivion or one of the Prime Sins. It was a solid plan, though Serilda didn’t say as much out loud. Ozorith looked to Mythal, inquiring the director’s opinion about taking Shepard in alive or not. Mythal confirmed his wish that he at least be kept alive long enough for the slayer to get answers in relation to Branwen, which would only take a minute, before asking Ozorith what he had in mind for teams.

    The Prime crossed his arms in thought. “Originally, my plan was to split you and Serilda up, though I wasn’t particularly thrilled with the idea. As strong as both of you are, I don’t think it would be enough to just pair you up with one of the Omens; Shepard would likely still overwhelm you. So, as long as your companions here live up to Serilda’s recommendations, then that would give us a much better chance at getting results. That said, I will leave it up to you two to decide what the better pairings are between the four of you – whatever you think will be most effective.”

    He didn’t have enough knowledge about Vandrad and Cedric to know best where to place them, so it made the most sense to him to let them place themselves. Serilda nodded. “Then let’s keep Vandrad and Cedric together, as they have a great deal of experience fighting alongside one another, as do Mythal and I. That would be the strongest pairings for us.”

    “Very well. Jareth?”

    “Yes, my lord?”

    “You will accompany Serilda and Mythal to the woods. Eden, you will escort these two to the glaciers.” He gestured to Vandrad and Cedric.

    “As you wish, my lord.”

    “Jareth and Eden are my strongest generals after Ryori, so they can provide the most support should Shepard show his face. I’ll keep the others here on retainer in case any new developments crop up.”

    Serilda did her best not to wince when he spoke Eden’s name. The Omen hadn’t made the best first impression with either of the Rune Knight leaders, and she very much doubted Eden would show much more respect for either of the two Arc users. A part of her wanted to suggest swapping things around so that Jareth went with the men instead, since he was far more professional and less likely to start a fight… but unfortunately, there was little she could say to that effect without having to explain about their connection to the Arc. Serilda at least knew that she and Mythal could ignore the woman enough to work with her, and to a point she knew Vandrad could as well. Really, it was Cedric that concerned her. But at the same time, she couldn’t deny that Eden could use a bit of humbling, and the king and former Dread Master could certainly deliver. In the end, she merely cast Mythal a sideways look while Ozorith was preoccupied with conjuring several more unique tokens to add to the map, as if to silently say, It’s her funeral if she decides to run her mouth.

    The princess reached into the void and withdrew her two swords, the ones that Algerone had upgraded for her, fixing them to either side of her hips in their sheathes. Her dress blues weren’t exactly the most ideal for battle, but there was hardly time to change. Jareth approached them. “I will get us as close to the area as I can. Whenever you are ready.” Once more, he held out his arm for the two of them.

    “Good luck, everyone!”

    Serilda glanced at Mythal to make sure he was good to go, and then panned to Vandrad and Cedric. “Be careful,” she told them, with more than one meaning. Her gaze stayed on Cedric perhaps a second longer than on Vandrad. Then, she and Mythal placed their hands on Jareth’s arm and they were gone.

    Meanwhile, Eden stepped forward and utilized her magic to craft a portal of black ice so smooth that it may as well have been a mirror. She cast the two Arc users an arrogant and derisive smirk. “Hurry up, mortals.” Without waiting, she walked through the portal which rippled in her wake, disappearing to their destination on the other side.

    When they joined her, they would arrive instantly in a large valley of the Glaciers, with hills and mountains to either side and a river of solid ice beneath their feet. It had already been getting somewhat late in the day when Ozorith had sent Jareth to collect them, so the sun was making its descent toward the horizon. Eden stood with her arms crossed as she waited for them, looking at them very much like she was amused by some inside joke or commentary. Ultimately, she snorted and rolled her eyes. “You two better keep up. I have better things to do than babysit a couple of useless humans.” She turned her focus to the horizon. After a brief moment of searching out with her senses, she managed to find the trace of Shepard’s power. “This way.” With that, she took to the skies and flew off in the direction of Shepard’s lingering energy.

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos 24th December 2023, 4:51 pm

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
    Coronation Craziness RJtajUnz_o

    It seemed, if Vandrad and Cedric hadn’t come along, Mythal and Serilda would have been split up and paired with the Omens separately and Ozorith hadn’t been too excited about that. He was worried about them becoming overwhelmed by the sheer might of Shepard’s abilities. But now that the other two had stolen along for the ride, it seemed he could keep the pairing together, unless an alternative was suggested. Serilda nodded in agreement and explained that Vandrad and Cedric should stick together, given their history of fighting together, just like her and Mythal did. The shit-eating grin that the former Dread Master gave the newly crowned king was bright and cheery, earning a rolling of the eyes from Vandrad even as Ozorith set about assigning his Omens to the two pairs of humans. Jareth would be accompanying Mythal and Serilda and the two Ark users would be paired with Eden. Vandrad sensed the slight flutter of the Voidwalker’s emotions as the mention of the woman, his eyes flicking to her briefly before turning to stare at the demon. Though she seemed proper at that very moment, even he could hardly deny the stirring within the Ark as his gaze lingered on her.

    Ozorith explained that both of them were the strongest under Ryori and, assumingly, himself and could provide the proper aid if they were to come across Shepard. Serilda armed herself with her swords, with Mythal sighing as he checked to ensure his weaponry was all accounted for. Unfortunately he had learned that he should always keep his weapons on him, even at events that shouldn’t call for it. There had been too many times where he’d been underprepared because there had been no expectation of conflict. Vandrad reached up to his ear and pressed a small mechanical patch behind it, activating the visor that formed out and over his eyes. As the system booted up, Jareth approached Mythal and Serilda and offered his arm. Just before they left, Serilda asked that they be careful, with both men giving her a nod of affirmation before she and Mythal disappeared.

    Eden then stepped up and crafted her own form of transportation; an impressively crafted mirror of ice that looked more mirror-esque than anything else. It really was quite the sight that was ruined almost immediately by the woman’s snark, Vandrad’s eyes narrowing slightly. He felt a rumble of excitement and thrill rip through Cedric, the former Dread Master barely suppressing his own smirk as he waited only a beat for the Omen to step through the portal before following after. Vandrad took a moment to look back towards Ruzatz and Agatha, the other Prime Sin giving him an assured nod. Then he, too, passed through into the frozen valley of the glaciers.

    The sun was already beginning to set when they emerged into the snow-filled valley. Vandrad took a moment to glance around, the system of his scanner catching up to the various locations he’d been in a short amount of time. Eden looked… amused, for some reason as she stared at them before dismissively insisting that they keep pace with her, as she had no need to ferry around ‘useless humans’. Vandrad could practically hear the manic grin on Cedric’s face. “You hear that, Vandrad? The infernal is worried about us being useless,” the former Dread Master remarked with a chuckle, his tone just as arrogant and condescending as her own. After a moment, she directed them towards the source of Shepard’s energy and led the way, taking to the skies relatively easily. Each man followed after, Vandrad crossing his arms over his chest as their magics lifted them up and puppeted them through the air.

    “So, infernal,” Cedric spoke up, the word as hateful as her use of mortals and humans. “Your boss Oz really cut you down to size, didn’t he? No chance against Shepard yet somehow still one of his strongest? It doesn’t really inspire much confidence. Then again, everything I’ve heard about this Ryori seems to tell of a true force of nature. It’s just so sad to see you wearing the bronze in the line up.”





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    Post by Serilda Sinclair 25th December 2023, 7:31 pm

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    This really couldn’t have been any more ridiculous. It was one thing to work with Serilda. Eden despised humanity and saw mortals as little more than tools and playthings; Serilda just happened to be a more useful tool that Ozorith had managed to get under his thumb, and frankly all of the primes and divines had their own vassals. They served their purpose, as silly as the concept was. But the fact that Ozorith rolled over so quickly about tacking on not just Mythal, but two completely unknown mortals was outrageous, and she was not impressed with Wrath’s willingness to bend to his Sword’s whims. What a disgrace.

    Not that she’d ever say that to his face, of course.

    Luckily, Ozorith really only expected her to play nice with Serilda, and by extension Mythal. Even then, only to a point. But these two had not been invited, so as far as she was concerned they were fair game, and were not protected by Ozorith’s usual expectations of thinly veiled etiquette. So she wasted no time in belittling them, and talking down to them like the scurrying insects that they were, confident that there would not be any repercussions from her lord. The shorter one of them didn’t seem to be ruffled by her words one way or another, happy to ignore her and focus on the matter at hand. The other taller one, however, seemed almost delighted by the insults as he chuckled and mused over her disrespect.

    But she’d already dismissed them from her attention, caring very little about what he found amusing and focusing on more important and worthwhile things. When she located the general direction toward the lingering traces of Shepard’s energy she took off, not particularly bothered to know if they could keep up with her or not. And as they flew, the taller one whose name she hadn’t really bothered to listen to spoke up again in some attempt to talk down to her. He attempted to cut her down to size by the supposed insults issued to her by Ozorith about how weak she was in comparison to the opposition, or even to the other Omen that they had yet to meet.

    Eden snorted. “Is your ignorance supposed to ruffle my feathers? Because the chirping of insects means very little to me.” She shot him a smug smirk over her shoulder. “If you’re so convinced that Shepard isn’t that big a deal, I’d be all too happy to step back and let him toy with you. It would be very entertaining for all of the five seconds you’d last against him without my help. I doubt you’ll sing so loud by the time he’s done with you. It’s the least you’d deserve for playing with forces your frail little minds are too feeble to understand.”

    “Shepard may be a celestial, but that at least makes him a worthy opponent. And as for Oblivion, she’s just a fucking freak that Ozorith needs to stop indulging and put down. Just like you mortals are nothing more than a pile of shit to scrape from the bottom of my shoe; unremarkable and insignificant, with more stench than substance.”

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos 26th December 2023, 1:08 pm

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
    Coronation Craziness RJtajUnz_o

    Whether she was willing to admit it or not, something had been touched. If she really didn’t care about their opinions or their thoughts, she would have simply remained silent, content to let them bark at an empty void. But oh no, this Eden felt the absolute need to speak up and insist that their words meant nothing to her, remarking that Cedric’s attempts to bother her hadn’t landed at all. Turning her smug gaze just enough to look over her shoulder at them, she offered Cedric the chance to fight Shepard on his own if he felt so inclined, estimating it would only take seconds for the Trumpet to wipe the floor with him. As far as she saw it, it was the absolute least he would deserve for getting involved in matters that were far beyond their comprehension. Shepard, for her, was worthy of her time, though she sidetracked to curse out Oblivion, insisting that she be put down by Ozorith. And she connected her to them as mortals, generalizing them as scum not worthy of time or attention.

    As Cedric chuckled in amusement, it was Vandrad that spoke up, a dismissive sound escaping his mouth. "Tsk,” he scoffed. "This gibbering oaf never said anything about Shepard being weak. He just simply implied that you’re weak, your arrogant sow.” He was doing his best to remain as neutral as possible, considering the weight of the situation. But this Eden was pushing his buttons, portraying herself as something superior to them like she wasn’t going to get the words shoved back down her throat. Her views were about as racist as they could come and the newly crowned king did not take kindly to being referred to as shit. Memories attempted to surface in his mind, flashes of a past he often kept buried behind steel-thick walls. He shook them away even as Cedric’s laughter got louder.

    “Oh now you’ve gone and ticked Vandrad off too. That’s usually the last thing his enemies ever get to see,” the former Dread Master said with a grin. “And what about that bravo little speech was supposed to make me believe that the ‘chirping of insects means very little to me’? It certainly sounds like this particular insect caught you monologuing. And I hate to break it to you, infernal, but I understand more about these forces than you do. Far more.”

    The same manic, maddened look showed on his face, as if a wild bloodlust was just praying to break through the minimal defenses Cedric had. “Besides, look who's talking. I’m a demon so I hate humanity because they’re beneath me. Did you pick up a dictionary, look up the words ‘generic demon’ and base your entire personality on it? My Gods, the rest of them had more personality in their looks than you have in your entire body. And honey, I hate to tell you, but that comment about Oblivion? Jealousy never looks good on anyone. Don’t worry, I’m sure daddy Ozzie loves you just as much as he does his human.”

    Vandrad glanced over at Cedric. There was no denying that Cedric was, quite clearly, trying to start something here. But at what cost? Fighting Eden would only draw attention to them if Shepard was in the area. It seemed the former Dread Master cared very little for that, his desire for violence outweighing his usual calm, composed self. Yet he knew he couldn’t say anything; trying to cool him off would simply give Eden more ammo that would, inevitably, piss Vandrad off as well. All he could hope was that the very thin line of alliance would hold out long enough for them to verify if the Trumpet was near them or not.

    And if he wasn’t… well, the icy wasteland was probably going to get even more wasted.





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    Post by Serilda Sinclair 26th December 2023, 5:31 pm

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    “And he’s free to test that implication,” Eden remarked to Vandrad, clearly tickled that he was getting annoyed. “Besides, if I’m weak then that makes the two of you less than worthless.” Vandrad may have been the quieter of the two, but even Eden could sense the anger that ran deep within him. It was quite literally part of her job to recognize mortals that held seeds of wrath within them, and there was something about Vandrad that caught even Eden’s attention… though it hardly gave her pause. If anything, it incited her to further mockery as she continued to look down her nose at them, metaphorically. Cedric laughed aloud, commenting about what typically happened to people that made Vandrad angry, causing Eden to snort. “How terrifying.”

    The taller man went on in an attempt to pick her supposed speech apart, spinning some story about how he must have been successfully getting under her skin, claiming that he understood far more about these forces than even she did. Eden laughed outright at that, genuinely amused even as she let him continue, eager to see what other nonsense he’d spout. He came at her personality, accusing her of being basic while also implying that she was jealous of the attention Ryori got from Ozorith.

    Once more, Eden cackled. “You talk to me about originality as though you’re any better. Oh, I’m a rebellious little human that compensates for my lack of relevance with an overabundance of wit and cocksure. I’ve met a million cookie cutter mortals just like you. You prattle on and on, but in the end your words are only smoke. Soon, you’ll die and the universe will forget you ever existed, just like all the others that came before you.” While she was paying enough attention to belittle him, her focus was still aimed forward toward their destination. The last thing she needed was to let her guard down enough for Shepard to get the drop on her. She could care less what happened to the two of them, but she wasn’t about to be goaded into negligence, her eyes continuing to scan the area along with her senses as they traveled.

    …but that wasn’t going to stop her from running her mouth. She enjoyed few things more than provoking mortals and watching them squirm like ants being set aflame. A deep smirk set itself upon her lips. “Though I suppose it wouldn’t be entirely fair to say that you two are indistinguishable from all the other pests infesting the mortal world. This one has at least a spark of divinity about him,” Eden said, nodding toward Vandrad, though there wasn’t exactly any respect in the comment. “I could practically smell it when you all walked in the door, just like Ozorith's cheap toy vassal and her bastard fiance, and Ruzatz’ glorified whore of a wife.”

    “But you…” Her dark gaze flicked toward Cedric without fully turning to look at him, her expression dripping with self satisfaction and an almost sick sense of curiosity or fascination. “Why, you’re your own special breed of mortal, aren’t you? I admit that even I’m not quite sure what it is. Can’t put my finger on it. It’s almost as though you’re missing something, like you’re not fully formed; a doll playing at being a real man. An imposter. Something... less than human.”

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos 26th December 2023, 6:43 pm

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
    Coronation Craziness RJtajUnz_o

    Vandrad saw no reason to correct her belief that they were weak. In fact, he wasn’t even going as far as to believe that Eden was weak; Ozorith claimed she was one of his strongest Omens and that had to carry some weight, in spite of everything. But the arrogance that came from it, the brash attitude that made her think she could look down her nose at them like they were nothing, was unforgivable and deplorable. Let her believe what she wanted; if things kept on the way they were, she was going to find out firsthand just how powerful the two of them were. She wasn’t moved by assertions or threats, almost bored with the comments made her way, though she was quick to point out that their rebellious words were just as original as her demeanor. Though Vandrad felt the comparison was… less than viable as a witty retort, trying to play upon the ever impending doom that was mortality. As if the two of them weren’t painfully and personally acquainted with death’s door.

    But that was neither here nor there. After a moment, she changed her tune slightly. She pointed out that the two of them were different from other mortals, though it didn’t seem like it was going to be along any complimentary path. She nodded to Vandrad first, remarking that he had something akin to a divine spark, which wasn’t entirely untrue. The more comparisons that they made to the immortals of the world and the Rhaegarians found a lot of parallels, namely their longevity and special abilities. Vandrad himself may not have called it ‘divinity’ but everyone had their own way of viewing it. It was when she turned her attention to Cedric that the crowned king could feel a special kind of dark amusement rising up in the demoness. She saw him as something special, made up of something that she couldn’t quite identify. It wasn’t a compliment; as she saw it, it made him even less than human, a mashed up plaything pretending to be a mortal to try and fit in. As she put it, an imposter.

    That got Vandrad’s blood to boil. He would be the first to stand in line and comment on Cedric for a lot of different reasons, always happy to bring down his playful, too-cheerful demeanor. But he understood the peril and pain that the former Dread Master had gone through at the hands of the organization they’d almost completely crumbled. The mental, physical and emotional abuse that had stunted him, broke a part of him inside that he’d spent a long time trying to remedy. It was only in the connections he’d made with himself and the others around him that had started to pull him out of the shadows and into a place where he could discover himself. And this bitch had the audacity to try and bring all that down, to crush a still swelling sense of self with her sharp words. Vandrad’s lip twitched, tension spreading to his neck as already he was forming his next move, the first attack.

    It was Cedric’s own hand that brought him to a stop, held out to catch his gaze. It was a quiet gesture asking for him to calm down and not to jump to any rash conclusions. Vandrad looked over at the former Dread Master, whose attention was still solely focused on the Omen just partially in front of them with cruel amusement on his face. “Trust me, sweetheart; there’s only one of me,” he said simply as he chuckled. “Now be a good hellhound and sniff out Shepard for us. Then we can run back to your master and he can give you the head pet you clearly so desperately need to try and be relevant.”





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    Post by Serilda Sinclair 27th December 2023, 12:57 pm

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    It was just too easy.

    Eden wasn’t an empath. She couldn’t necessarily sense emotions on a broader scale or anything like that. However, she was very in tune with anger, and always knew when it was bubbling within someone. She’d touched a nerve for both of them, it seemed. Vandrad may have been the one actively seething over what she said, if only out of indignation for the insult to his friend, but it was present in Cedric, too. She couldn’t quite see him gesturing for his friend to stand down as she was far too preoccupied with leading them toward their destination, but the way that Cedric didn’t continue to banter with her said more than enough.

    He assured her that he was one of a kind, only to insist that she focus on her job – albeit, with the tone and words of one that was at least attempting to hold himself above her. Eden merely chuckled. As far as she was concerned, she’d come out the victor in whatever he’d been trying to accomplish in provoking her, backing down like the coward he truly was. His remarks were just the sign of wounded prey, not worth the time or effort to call him out on. With a smug look, she increased her speed.

    They were deep into the mountains by now, albeit flying above them. Nearly everything was blanketed in a thick layer of snow and ice, though the quickly darkening sky was clear for the time being. As they flew over a rise in the mountain range, Eden came to an abrupt stop, her eyes scanning the landscape below. “There,” she said, pointing to a spot where the entrance to a cave could be just seen in the fading light, more of a shadow that suggested an opening in the mountainside than anything else. The Omen began to descend, adjusting her trajectory so that she would land just outside the entrance of the cave. “Time to see if anyone’s home.”

    With the slight twist of her magic, a small, gentle flurry of snow twisted up from the ground beneath them. The flakes began to glow with a blue-green light, not unlike the colors of an aurora borealis, illuminating the area around them as they drifted and fluttered like fireflies. It was a beautiful and breathtaking sight, or at least it would have been in any circumstance that wasn’t as serious as this one, a display almost unbecoming of the vulgar and cruel Omen that proceeded to take the lead inside.

    The mouth of the cave was narrow, not enough that they necessarily would need to walk one at a time or fight to squeeze through, but enough that trying to walk abreast of one another would feel cramped. After only a minute or so of walking, however, the passageway opened up into a larger cavern. Eden’s flurry spread out into the room, filling the space with a low glow that was at least enough to see by, even if it was still more ambient light than anything else. Eden stopped in the center of the cavern, turning slowly in place to scan the cave with keen precision. There didn’t seem to be any other paths or openings, and no one was present besides the three of them.

    “See if you can spot anything that doesn’t belong, any sign or evidence of what he was doing here.” she told them, though for once her tone wasn’t as haughty as it had been thus far, the demoness currently more concerned with duty than lording herself over her two charges. “The trace of his energy is nearly depleted. I’m going to see if I can get anything useful out of it before it’s completely gone.”

    Closing her eyes to mute the rest of her senses, she focused her mind on the lingering wisps of magic that clung to the cavern. She wasn’t able to recreate living memories of events like Oblivion could – a skill that even Eden had to admit would be pretty fucking handy right now – but sometimes there were things that she could draw from the remnants of spell work, such as a feeling of intent or flashes of images retained by the ethernano around them.

    But Shepard was not just powerful, he was sneaky. Maybe if she had gotten here shortly after he’d worked his magic then she may have had a better chance at figuring out what he’d done, or even pick up any loose trails to determine where he’d gone from there. But with what little remained there was nothing she could use, and soon the traces faded into nothingness. Eden sighed, her eyes fluttering open. “Dodgy bastard.” She turned to face the two humans. “Well, whatever he did here, it wasn’t impactful enough to leave an impression. So unless either of you managed to find anything out of the ordinary that could put us back on his scent, then this track appears to be a dead end.”

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos 27th December 2023, 2:01 pm

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
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    Cedric was happy to let her think she had won. If only because starting a fight, mid-flight, while trying to also focus on the task at hand was more complicated than they really needed to deal with at the moment. Easier to just show like he had nothing else to say and let her relish in her self-believed victory. He calmly held his hand in place until he was sure Vandrad wasn’t going to do anything rash and then let himself return to his form, satisfied to fly in silence in the meantime while Vandrad fumed and Eden patted herself on the back, mostly because she didn’t have anyone else there to do it. They would only be flying for a few moments longer before the Omen came to an abrupt stop, pointing down to the mountains. Below them, the mouth of the cave yawned open against the cliff face, barely distinguishable against the oncoming darkness of night. The three dipped down and landed just outside the hole, with the Omen activating her magic to create a flurry of snowflakes that somehow carried light in them, illuminating their path.

    Vandrad moved in behind Eden as she led the way, putting himself between the former Dread Master and the Omen. They wouldn’t have to walk long before they entered a much larger cave, Eden’s magical snow filling the room enough to fully map the cavern in light. It was a dead end, from the look of it; no other crevices or paths curved off beyond the one they had come in. Eden spoke up, instructing them to look around and investigate for any signs of Shepard or what he may have been looking into. Her tone wasn’t as sharp as it was before, mostly because they were now on site for their investigation. Vandrad and Cedric went about looking, not bothering to acknowledge the command and simply following their own means of looking about. She explained that she was going to try and focus on finding out anything about the energy and attuned her senses to it, focusing on it with her eyes closed.

    Unfortunately, there was nothing left or sticking out for either of the men. Vandrad had plenty of experience having to look for tracks and evidence and that was pretty much Cedric’s main operation with the Dread Masters. They each took their time looking about, though there really wasn’t much to look at. It was essentially an abandoned cave, left to the raw power of nature without a hint of civilization. Why Shepard had opted to use his power here was beyond understanding and comprehension. Vandrad came to a stop after doing his full circle, scowling in annoyance. A fool’s errand it seemed. Eden spoke up, cursing Shepard’s wiliness and stating that whatever he had done hadn’t had enough impact to leave any kind of impression. “Senseless to appear in a place and use your magic like a telegraph. It would seemingly be to split forces up so as to snap closed a trap but…” Well, he supposed they wouldn’t know until the other two investigating parties voiced in. He imagined if things went south quickly, Ozorith would be letting Eden know that they were needed as back up.

    Not that they needed to wait around in some dank, icy cave to be recalled. “Dead end it is. And here I was hoping to see if you really live up to everything your pompous master made you out to be,” Cedric remarked with a shrug, already looking towards the exit with purpose.





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    To say that this was annoying was putting things mildly. The last time that Eden had partaken in a worthwhile fight had been quite some time ago. The only fights worth looking forward to most days were ones against other demons or against the angels that followed the Divines, and those types of fights happened so rarely. Sure, the war between the Sins and the Divines had been near constant since the dawn of mankind, but immortals held a different view of the passage of time than humanity did. Since the length of their lifespans was indefinite, they were rarely in a hurry. Large battles between them often only came after a building up of tension after endless campaigns to undermine one another’s efforts. Needless to say, she had really been looking forward to the thrill of engaging in battle against someone like Shepard, of proving to all that she was more than capable of bringing him to heel. Why did Ryori and Jareth get to have all the fun?

    Vandrad and Cedric came up equally as empty handed as she had, the latter touching on the pointlessness of releasing arbitrary magic in such a place without even having some sort of trap in place to be sprung. That seemed to be the end of their mission, the three of them turning toward the door, but not before Cedric turned on his sass one more time, remarking at his disappointment in not being able to see if she was worth the weight in salt that Ozorith had praised her to be. A deep and dangerous smirk crossed her face as she watched him move toward the exit.

    With a slight swell of her magic, black frost materialized in the passageway, swirling and building until a solid wall of thick black ice would block the way out. “And who says you can’t?” Eden asked, even as the air around them began to get exponentially colder. “Your attempts to bait me into a fight are hardly subtle, though they are grasping at straws. I had hoped to apply myself against a worthy foe, one that could offer me excitement and fervor beyond what any other could boast… but seeing as how that coward Shepard decided not to appear, it seems I have only the two of you. An appetizer is unlikely to sate me when I had made room for a feast, but I suppose food is food. And since you seem so eager to die…”

    Slowly, she withdrew her sword from its scabbard, the sound of the scraping metal ringing in the air and reverberating off the cavern walls even as the intense weight of her demonic aura and immense power began to weigh down the air in the room. The expression on her face had become more than a little manic, like the very thought of a battle was filling her with some kind of carnal pleasure. A cracked giggle bubbled from her throat, rising up to meet the intensely crazed look in her eyes. “I know it will be difficult for you, but just do me a favor, boys: Try not to die too quickly. I would hate for you to break before I’ve worked out all this pent up excitement.”

    Throwing back her head with a demented laugh, a torrential blizzard made of black snow ripped into existence within the cavern. The wind was cold enough to chill to the bone, and strong enough that the cavern walls, which had seemed solid enough, cracked and crumbled as it was ripped apart chunk by chunk from the sheer power of the gale winds. Fixing her deranged gaze upon them, Eden extended her free hand and as dozens of dangerously sharp icicles formed before her, pointed at the two mortals. With a wave and a gleeful cackle, the stakes of ice streaked across the cavern in a wide spray, aiming to run them through.

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos 28th December 2023, 5:15 pm

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
    Coronation Craziness RJtajUnz_o

    In truth, this was exactly what Cedric was hoping would happen. Of course, Vandrad wasn’t fully privy of that -- he understood that the former Dread Master was pushing buttons but he didn’t think that Eden or Cedric would, truly, be as stupid as to attack one another. Though that wasn’t saying much, considering how ready for a fight he was only minutes ago when they were flying. Still, it made no advantageous sense. Yet even as Cedric remarked that they wouldn’t get a chance to see all of the build up of her dangerous abilities, black ice materialized into existence in their path, locking them out of the only way out of the cave. Vandrad narrowed his gaze as it flicked to Eden, smirking in pride of herself as she questioned why they thought they weren’t getting a display. The already frigid air seemed to drop down even more degrees, making it substantially colder.

    She admitted that their -- namely Cedric’s -- attempts to bait her had been obvious, if not wildly reaching. But given that she wasn’t going to get a chance to use her abilities against Shepard, someone she considered worthy, her only options seemed to be the two men. Equating them to an appetizer more than a meal, she lamented that she wouldn’t be fully fed but admitted that as long as she had food, she would be satisfied. Her sword pulled out from its scabbard, the metal scraping echoing off the icy chamber they were sealed in. She looked as manic as one could be as she giggled and insisted that they stay alive long enough to work out her excitement. "You’re making a mistake,” Vandrad snapped, his legs shifting slightly into a defensive position.

    “Then let her make it!” Cedric snapped at the king, a thoroughly amused grin on his face. Already tendrils of his magic were beginning to surge up into the air around him. “Monarch only,” he said just as the torrential wind ripped into existence, further trapping them in a hurricane of snow and frost. In one swift movement, Cedric ascended to his Rose Grade Empowerment, chuckling as magic fueled itself onto his hand in the form of a blade.

    Vandrad snorted in annoyance. This was not going to end well. His magic wrapped around him, enshrouding him in Cobalt Grade as layers of magic formed over his limbs. Eden brought up her hand and summoned a storm of icicles, sharp and pointed directly at them. With a casual move of her hand, she sent the torrent at both of them, the sheer number daunting, especially for the size of the cavern. Vandrad threw up both hands in front of him and funneled his magic into his defensive barrier, causing the icicles to shatter against him. Monarch only, he’d said. So Cedric wasn’t wanting them to use the Ark against the Omen, despite the obvious advantage it would give them. For what purpose could that be? He grit his teeth as several icicles managed to breach his barrier enough to impale his leg and arms, though not very deep.

    Cedric swung his bladed hand wildly as he cut the incoming icicles to icy shrapnel that clattered against the wall behind him. He was laughing the entire time, the sound only ending when the threatening assault had come to an end. “Expansion,” he said softly, pressing his hand against the ground briefly. He used that touch to launch himself forward, a blaze of pink magic surrounding him as he came down onto Eden with his sword hand, swinging several times at her.

    Vandrad pulled the icicles from his arms and leg, crushing them in his fist as his wounds already began to heal. He raised his hand up in a fist aimed towards Eden and from his wrist, a cylinder of pressurized air shot out. At the same instance it had left his hand, he was already reappearing behind her, the same fist now cocked and ready as it came soaring up towards the back of her head.





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    Post by Serilda Sinclair 28th December 2023, 7:44 pm

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    A mistake, he said. Not likely. Eden was more than confident that these two wouldn’t last long enough for her to even utilize her full power, let alone long enough to actually defeat her. But the other was merely excited that she’d decided to attack, a grin nearly as manic as her own pulling back his cheeks as the two of them fought back against her blizzard. Their hair turned different colors, one pink and one blue, their magic auras intensifying around them. Cedric also materialized a blade on his hand out of the pink energy.

    She watched as the two men defended themselves against her icicles, watching greedily in the hopes that they would find a way to press an attack back at her. Several of the icy cones managed to break past Vandrad’s defenses, impaling his limbs, clearly having more trouble between the two of them. The other, however – the pink one with the mouth – he seemed to be having the time of his life as he deftly parried each icicle that got too close with his energy weapon. “Yes… Yes! Excellent!”

    Her sword came up to block Cedric’s downward swings, the demoness meeting him blow for blow with flawless execution. Her excitement flared, the Omen of Passion feeding off of the fervor that Cedric himself was displaying. She seemed to be wholly distracted with the former Dread Master, content to leave Vandrad to his own devices and giving him a perfect opening to insert himself into the battle and catch her off guard. However, at the moment that he launched his compressed projectile and zipped behind her, she was already moving in anticipation of his approach. As her sword came up to deflect another of Cedric’s blows, a large set of bat-like wings composed of black ice crackled into existence from her shoulders, as well as a long reptilian tail from the small of her back. One wing bent forward and blocked the projectile Vandrad had sent, while her tail snapped out in an attempt to swat Vandrad back like a fly.

    “All that talk about making mistakes, and being so much more informed about my kind than even I am… I certainly hope you have something better to offer me than this,” the Omen taunted. “Because I am only just starting to warm up..!” With another cackle, she dove right back into the fight, her speed and strength far surpassing what she had already been displaying thus far. In truth, she was impressed that they had put up even this much of a fight, though she didn’t appear too worried just yet. If anything, she was merely eager to see just how far they would go before she decided to stop playing around with them.

    They fought like this for several minutes, with Eden switching masterfully between her sword and various ice demon limbs to fight them on both fronts without losing her momentum. When she’d had her fill of exchanging blows with them, and felt that she had a good enough idea of their strength to believe they could take more, she grinned wildly at them. “Delicious! I do so love when my enemies exceed my expectations. Why don’t we kick things up a notch, shall we?”

    With the snap of her fingers, the cave became filled from wall to wall, floor to ceiling with mirrors of ice. They faced seemingly every direction and, just like one would find at a carnival, it was almost impossible to tell if one was looking at a reflection or the real deal. She appeared to be everywhere at once, laughing like mad, her voice echoing in all directions. A beam of frozen rain materialized seemingly out of nowhere from one of the mirrors, zipping to another mirror where it bounced back and continued to move. Each time the beam ricocheted from one of the mirrors it gained speed and power, becoming incrementally faster and harder hitting until it was streaking around the room at impossible speeds. The black ice was so fine and so sharp that, should they not be able to stay out of its path, it would feel like their bodies were being raked through a sea of broken glass and razor blades, their muscles and tendons at risk of so many cuts that it could cause their bodies to seize and become immobile.

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos 28th December 2023, 9:30 pm

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
    Coronation Craziness RJtajUnz_o

    Of course she had to have wings. Vandrad thought he may have had a slight advantage by taking her off guard but she sprouted wings and managed to block not only the compressed wind blast but the punch that came in after. Luckily he had grounded himself so when it kept coming in, attempting to knock him away, it only took a small surge of magic into his feet to keep himself from moving too far. Ethernano flowed into his fists as he took up a brawler position, coming at her from the opposite side of Cedric. The demoness remarked about the former Dread Master’s supposed knowledge, insinuating that she wasn’t impressed yet with what he was bringing to her, as she was only just warming up.

    She’d come back even stronger, even faster and both Vandrad and Cedric rose to meet her on even ground, pushing themselves closer to their limits. The three traded strikes clashing into defenses, a flurry of violent action that echoed all around them in the hollow frozen chamber. After several minutes of deadeven combat, she insisted that she was going to push the fight to the next level. She snapped and suddenly the cave, that had been icy but naturally so, was suddenly altered to be made up of clean, prismatic mirrors of ice. Both Vandrad and Cedric took a second to look at their surroundings, pulling themselves back as she seemingly disappeared into the icy sheets. The rush of magic caught both of their attention as a frozen beam of shrapnel exploded out from one of the mirrors, forcing the two men to jump out of the way. It should have crashed down but instead it was reflected, soaring over to a different mirror and picking up speed.

    Now forced on the defensive, Cedric and Vandrad went on the move, zipping around the room with their magic to pick up the ever-increasing speed of the vicious ray. There were a few times that it almost caught one of them, forcing them to have to readjust and make a landing that was anything but pretty. "This is getting annoying!” Vandrad barked as he back flipped out of the way and then disappeared, only to reappear in the middle of the room. Cedric quickly dodged the beam and did the same, finding up back to back with Vandrad. Both men wrapped their auras around them, pulling the energy in close and tight before they pushed it outwards. The mixture of colorful magic would erupt outwards in a dome of destructive power, vaporizing the rain for the most part, though a few shards managed to slice into Cedric’s lower limbs. They also pressed their energies up against the icy mirrors, holding the dome at its full capacity for several seconds before finally letting it disperse, leaving the room far warmer and smokier than it was before.

    Vandrad and Cedric landed on the ground, Vandrad managing to do it with grace while Cedric was forced to catch himself. Blood was oozing out of the wounds on his legs and it seemed her damned magic wasn’t allowing the wounds to heal right away. Still he rose to his feet, a pained but still bloodlusted smirk on his face. His eyes looked around in the mirrors, trying to spot the woman. “That all you got?” he taunted her, giving his leg a hard slap to shake off the pain.





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    Post by Serilda Sinclair 29th December 2023, 12:48 pm

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    How long could they keep up, she wondered? How long could they dodge before their limbs were shredded by her magic? As loathe as Eden was to admit it – and she never would out loud – they were doing fairly well. So far they had risen to meet her in all fields, which was far more than most any other mortal could boast. Not that she’d shown them her true power yet, of course. Her crazed giggling continued to fill the cavern as she watched the men bounce around, doing their best to avoid the blast before finding themselves back to back. Working together, they caused an explosion of their auras to burst out around them, vaporizing a large piece of her spell… albeit, not all of it.

    The taller, mouthy human got hit by the remnants of the blast, shredding a number of wounds into his legs. And yet they pressed on, pushing their auras out further and further until the mirrors exploded, leaving the room a number of degrees warmer than it had been previously. As the dust settled, metaphorically speaking, the men would find that they couldn’t see Eden, though there was no mistaking she was still there. They dropped to the ground and Cedric stumbled, blood dripping heavily onto the cave floor. But even then, he didn’t stop. Looking around and trying to find her, he continued to taunt, asking if she had anything more to give.

    “Hardly,” the demoness was pleased to respond, her voice sounding like it was coming from everywhere at once. “I’m just fucking around at the moment. Having a little fun as I watch the tiny little mortals struggle and squeak. But if you’re looking to skip the foreplay… then allow me to show you just how insignificant you little pests are.” A vortex of snow spun around the cavern briefly, coalescing at the epicenter before Eden appeared once more, as smug as ever. “Just remember, as you’re passing into Death’s domain, that you have no one to blame but yourself. Goodbye, foolish mortals.”

    Holding up her hands in front of her face, palms toward one another, a small but volatile ball of black, demonic energy appeared. The scale of its power would feel almost immeasurable, surpassing even what Vandrad had faced when going up against Mythal when he’d been possessed by a fraction of Faera’s consciousness. Absolute Zero. She clapped her hands together, compressing the orb until it shattered.

    The temperature plummeted, quickly reaching a zone of cold that it was very likely neither of them had ever experienced before, had ever known was even possible. At certain degrees, it became difficult to move or even to breathe. Colder than that, and the body would begin to suffer effects from frostbite, at which prolonged exposure could cause permanent necrosis of the skin and muscles. Further past that and one reached depths so cold that there was no matter capable of surviving it, including breathable air, like the vacuum of space.

    This was beyond that. As the air around them became colder and colder, they’d find more than just a lack of oxygen awaiting them, more than just an intense struggle to move. In a matter of moments, the temperature had dropped so far into the negatives that absolutely nothing could exist – not even ethernano. And at the rate the warmth was dropping, they would find themselves subjected to degrees in the negative by hundreds within seconds. Without immediate action, they were likely to perish before the pain of such freezing conditions even managed to reach their central nervous systems.

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos 29th December 2023, 2:24 pm

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
    Coronation Craziness RJtajUnz_o

    She was a wily one, that much was sure. Not that Vandrad had expected anything less from a woman that was touted as one of Ozorith’s strongest generals. She had a lot of tricks and that wasn’t even counting the things that she undoubtedly had hidden still. The mirrors and the ice stream was a devastating attack, one that would have ended far less experienced fighters. Even then, they hadn’t come out of it unscathed; Cedric’s leg was injured and bleeding and the frigid temperature and the black ice itself was hindering his magic’s ability to heal. Still he wanted to fight, practically begging her to carry on and prove her worth. She disregarded his attempts to continue to insult her. She admitted that she had just been playing around, testing their limits while amusing herself with their attempts to fight against what she considered fate. But as she saw it, they were done with the introduction and it was time to bring the curtain down and prove to them just how superior they were.

    The Omen appeared, both men turning to face her as the snow from the room took her form. She gave them one final warning, parting words of dismissal at any woe they would have at their fate once they had passed on. Her hands came up in front of her, facing one another and the incredible demonic magic she had brought together was palpable in the air. The weight of it bore down on each of them, harking back to the encounter with Faera in Mythal’s body for Vandrad. But it was more primed, far more refined than that was and the lethality of it was without question. She declared it ‘Absolute Zero’ and then clapped her hands together, destroying the orb in one simple motion and engaging the true capacity of the spell. And both of them were dipped into a cold beyond understanding. It hit hard and fast, infecting their bodies with its sharp agony. The air around them froze, leaving no air to gasp into. Their Empowerments flashed out of existence as the ethernano, too, found itself a frozen statue of what it was before.

    The Ark, naturally, kicked in and surrounded them in a thin layer of dreadether, the first sign that something was amiss for Eden. It wasn’t fully strong enough to counter the strength of her spell, merely a last gasp attempt for them to escape. And it seemed that was exactly what Vandrad had in mind. "Cedric, you need to get us out of here,” Vandrad snapped at him.

    Despite the situation, completely in spite of the mortal danger they were both in, Cedric began to… laugh. “I’m afraid that’s quite impossible, Vandrad,” he replied coolly, irony intended.

    "What?!”

    “I’m not entirely certain she has locked in here. But even if she didn’t… I did. Once I had confirmed that this hellspawn wench was truly going to fight us, I engaged Expansion; the first step in a deathmatch with an immortal. No one can leave, no one can call for help -- not until the immortal is dead or the user of the Ark of the Dread Masters is,” Cedric explained, casually using up the minimal oxygen the Ark had granted him. Gray eyes, illuminated by the refraction of light from Eden’s mirrors, looked up at the demoness with amusement and bloody delight. “But I figured I’d have some time before I had to use my little trick. Ah well; I can’t say I didn’t goad her into this myself.”

    The thin barrier of dreadether that surrounded him burst, his last defense exhausted. For a brief moment, it looked like Cedric had succumbed to the spell instantly… until flames erupted out of him, surging outwards in a spiraling wall just below his and Vandrad’s knees. Hellfire, demonic-infused fire formed a perfect circle around the former Dread Master and his ally as he continued to grin. “You’re about to be very angry with me, Vandrad. I promise you, I’ll give you an explanation after.”

    Within his mind, Cedric stood before the cage, the one he’d formed in his mind. He sighed internally. Perhaps there was still a small part of him that was still Scourge. The latch opened and the metal grate swung open, opening the cage fully. And the darkness rushed out to meet him. Outwards, a pulse of infernal magic erupted from Cedric’s core and he let out a strangled yell as a fiery light shot out from beneath his suit. The ground rumbled violently around them, the rustle of the icy glass echoing in the chamber as the shirt and suit caught fire, vaporizing into embers. Cedric’s chest too was seemingly burning up, blackening his skin with red veins that ran up his chest and towards his neck. His arms shook and then stiffened as blazing fur appeared on his forearms, his fingernails becoming sharp talons. A tail, made up of flame and fur, ripped out from his lower back and swung up and around to hang just behind him. Cedric’s cheeks expanded, as if he was holding his breath before his mouth opened in a yell, flames shooting out from deep within him. The fiery display doubled back and engulfed his head in the wicked flames, a blackened portrait of the former Dread Master’s skull briefly flashing in the fire.

    And then the flames swelled up and melded with his hair, his skull a matchstick lit and brimming. His flesh had become redder as well, save for his face that was completely blackened. Round, glowing eyes stared at Eden as his mouth opened once more, letting out a ragged growl, baring his fangs at the demoness. She would know his magical aura instantly, that of Omigen, the Foremost Hunger under Illgan.

    He was standing in his position for only a moment before he reappeared in front of her, his arm already in motion. A hard, devastating punch that would send her through the cavern walls, soaring out into the open air of the snowy region. But he was already in her way, a leg primed and kicking up into her spine as she came to meet him. Yet her didn’t stop, zooming upwards and hit her back and forth like pedals to a pinball. Up into the air she would go, only stopping once he’d freed her but only because he’d shot upwards of her, arm wrenched back. Down he came, slamming his fist into her core as he drove her back down towards the ground. The flames ignited around him, swallowing up both Cedric and Eden as the fiery comet came crashing down into the ravine, rumbling the earth and shattering the long resting stone outcrop.

    In the crater of their impact, Cedric pulled her up from the rocky debris by her neck. His other hand was coated in a blaze as it curved into a flat edge. Two swift movements, incapable of being seen by human eyes, sliced through her arms at the shoulders, divorcing her upper limbs from her torso. He would toss her up into the air, flames lapping at his lips before he shot out a fiery blast that would explode on her form, sending her flying back into the half-collapsed cavern they’d originated in. Vandrad was still there, lost for words but freed from his peril. He could only watch as Eden landed hard on the frozen ground, followed almost instantly by the transformed Cedric landing on her again, his legs standing right on hers.

    “I guess it’s you who is going to die too quickly,” the transformed former Dread Master snarled down at her. A rumbling, lava-bubbling-like laugh emerged from his mouth.
    “Who’s worthless now?!” Both hands came down and stabbed their claws up into her ribcage, pressing inwards. Painful for sure, but Eden would feel something far more horrifying. Her essence, her soul, the very elemental power that made her her was somehow gripped and held. “Domination: Infernal.” Cedric growled, engaging the primary action of the Ark of the Dread Master. Eden would only get a second to feel the agony of her physical pain before suddenly, there would be a torment beyond words. Her body would begin to break apart as dreadether surged into her soul and caged it, corrupting it and wiping the person she was from it. And then it would bring her into the Ark, her essence suctioned into a cage where it would be well and truly emptied of her being.

    In the end, all that would be left would be a stone statue of Eden, frozen at the peak of her agony. Still showing all the damage from her ‘fight’, her body would forever stay, a monument to her defeat at the hands of a mortal. Cedric reared back as the flames began to wash off of him, surging back into the core they had erupted from. His demonic features dissipated as he stumbled back a step or two, fully realized in his human form once more. “Damn, that…hurt so much more than I thought it would,” he quipped as his muscles twitched and violently cramped.

    "Cedric,” Vandrad spoke up, drawing the former Dread Master’s attention. His face had paled slightly, his eyes wide in shock and awe. "What the fuck did you just do?”





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    Coronation Craziness Empty Re: Coronation Craziness

    Post by Serilda Sinclair 30th December 2023, 1:05 pm

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    Conviction never shames nor condemns us.
    It calls us back to who we truly are.
    Eden tilted her head curiously as she watched the two men. The effects of her finishing spell had already taken root, destroying their access to not just breathable air but also to their magics. They were clearly suffering, and yet they were somehow dying more slowly than they should have been. Something odd had happened, though she wasn’t sure what it was. Not that it would matter, of course. They were still going to die, it just seemed that they would miraculously last a few seconds longer than the average mortal – a fact that she felt more certain of as whatever resistance Cedric had put up seemed to pop out of existence. Her smirk deepened…

    …and then was replaced with utter bewilderment as the man burst into flames. Impossible, the demoness thought. There was no way he could have found the strength to produce fire. Fire required either oxygen or magic, and she had stripped the area of both. But there was something about this fire. Why did it feel like it was radiating with demonic energy? Was this man a nephilim of some kind with demon blood? No, she would have been able to feel if he had an infernal spark about him. Was he a slayer? Even a slayer shouldn’t have been able to access their power within the confines of Absolute Zero. Not to mention, a god slayer’s powers wouldn’t have been as effective against her; he would have to be wielding demon slayer magic, holy magic. This was just a last ditch effort at extending his life a few seconds longer, it had to be.

    Then, his power exploded. “What?!” Eden shrieked, confusion and frustration ripe in her voice. All she could do was watch as his entire frame caught fire, destroying not only his outfit, but turning his skin pitch and even decimating the landscape around them. His hair turned to fire, and a flaming tail erupted from the small of his back, taking on a visage that would not take her long to place. Her eyes went wide and for the first time since they’d started the mission, she balked. “Omigen..?” That wasn’t possible. Omigen had perished. They’d all heard about it. The death of a general didn’t take long to spread amongst the pantheon, as it wasn’t something that happened very often. The news had been a hot ticket item, though to her knowledge Illgan had never been able to confirm what had happened. Eden didn’t know what was going on, but her instincts were screaming that something was very, very wrong. She needed to leave. Now.

    Before she had time to even finish fully forming that thought, before fear could even really set in,  he was upon her. Cedric struck her so hard and so fast that she was already crashing through the cavern wall and out into the open air before the pain registered. Her mind was screaming for her to do something, anything, and yet at the same time it was completely blank and devoid of any thought at all. She had been caught completely off guard by this development, her opponent moving too quickly for her to catch up or formulate any kind of reaction as he kicked her around like a ragdoll. Before she knew it, she was being held up by her neck, her eyes locked on his fiery visage. Somewhere in the distant recesses of her mind she knew she was in a great deal of pain, particularly her shoulders, but her fear was quickly drowning out nearly every other sense.

    Her world was swallowed up in flame, and once more she couldn’t barely keep up with what was happening before she found herself on the ground with Omigen – Cedric – on top of her. He rebuffed all her prior mocking, looking down his nose at her and asking if she still felt that the two mortals were the worthless ones. Her mouth opened as if to speak, but no words found their way to her lips. Even if she had been able to think of something appropriate to say, there was no time. His hands dug into her sternum, causing her to grunt in surprise and pain, before gasping in horror as he took hold of her soul. And then, he engaged his final spell.

    Eden screamed so hard that her vocal chords tore, a deep, bellied roar of agony that would go unheard by any that may have a mind to save her. Her body buckled, bending in ways that no one, man or immortal, should have been able to do, contorting into rigid and twisted positions as unimaginable anguish coursed through her veins. She continued to scream, and scream, and scream…

    …and then she was gone.

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    Coronation Craziness Empty Re: Coronation Craziness

    Post by Vandrad Ragnos 1st January 2024, 10:40 am

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
    Coronation Craziness RJtajUnz_o

    Cedric didn’t answer right away, trying to catch his breath. He knew that using the form was going to take a lot out of him but he hadn’t been prepared for how much. It had been a complete and constant drain on his magic, altering it to its very core. Worse, though Omigen was well and truly gone from the essence, that didn’t keep the powerful demonic power from being unwieldy at very best. He’d been waging a two-pronged battle; one with Eden and one with control over the power he’d called over himself. And now he was exhausted, barely able to stand on his feet. He recognized that Vandrad had asked a question but it hadn’t truly registered the words of it yet. “Huh?” he asked in slight wonder.

    "I asked you what the hell that was. What did you just do,” Vandrad demanded.

    “Oh,” the former Dread Master replied, giving a small shake of his head. “It was a Take Over… of sorts. And I just used the Ark to absorb her power. The power of a power ice demon, of Ozorith’s court…” he let a small, tired smirk tug on his lips as he closed his hand into a triumphant fist. “That makes me feel much better.”

    "Putting aside this oafish celebration of a victory, do you understand the predicament you have put us into? Put Mythal and Serilda into?” Vandrad asked, walking closer to the former Dread Master. "We just killed one of Ozorith’s Omens. That is going to cause a problem.”

    She attacked us. She lost her life at the expense of our own self defense,” Cedric tried to explain away the consequences.

    "A factor that I doubt will carry much weight,” Vandrad said with a scoff. "We’ve no means to return to Ozorith’s realm now either.”

    “Yeah but Serilda and Mythal are here. We can go over to them quickly and…” Well, he hadn’t thought about what Jareth might say in this instance. Would he be upset that Eden was dead? Would he attempt to take vengeance on them before they even got back to Ozorith? The weight of his actions were, finally, starting to carry some substance.

    Vandrad seemed to pick up on Cedric’s train of thought. As much as he didn’t want to endanger Mythal or Serilda at the hands of Jareth, simply running back to the island would create, arguably, worse problems. “Tsk,” Vandrad scoffed again. “Never mind, we’ll work it out as we go. Take us to Mythal and Serilda now before you pass out from exhaustion. Once we’ve braved the waters of your consequences, then you’ll explain exactly what it was that you did.”

    Cedric stared at Vandrad for a moment before he snorted in amusement. He reached out and planted his hand on the newly crowned king’s shoulder. “I did warn you that you would be angry with me,” he remarked as he fixated on Serilda’s magical signature.

    Before they warped, Vandrad extended his hand to the ashen statue of what remained of Eden. Magic funneled into his palm and erupted outwards, vaporizing the form and the ground beneath it. "We don’t need evidence of the Ark being left about for anyone to find. Especially anyone of Ozorith’s ilk,” Vandrad explained, giving his comrade a nod. A moment later, they disappeared from the newly founded grave, leaving the icy cavern much worse than it had started.

    They reappeared only feet away from Mythal and Serilda, Cedric looking a bit worse for wear. “Hello all,” he greeted the three. “I do hope your investigation has gone better than ours.”





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