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    Coronation Craziness

    Serilda Sinclair
    Serilda Sinclair

    Ice Queen


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    Lineage : Scion of the Void King
    Position : Goddess of Conviction
    Faction : The Rune Knights
    Posts : 1347
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    First Skill: Voidwalking
    Second Skill: Sword of Wrath
    Third Skill: Cruorthurgy

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    Post by Serilda Sinclair 1st January 2024, 3:32 pm

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    It calls us back to who we truly are.
    Well, this was going swimmingly. Serilda wasn’t sure if she should be grateful or disappointed that they seemed to have reached a dead end. Jareth had whisked them away to the Lycan Woods, and while they’d certainly run into a couple beasts that roamed the area, they’d seen no sign of Shepard himself. The Omen of Resolution had been able to lead them right to the spot where Shepard’s power had been activated – a small clearing in the woods that was surrounded by a flowing brook which fed toward the Cloud Sea. However, their quarry was not there when they arrived, nor could they ascertain anything useful from the lingering residue of Shepard’s magic.

    Serilda frowned at the surrounding forest in annoyance, doing her best not to scowl. “Any luck?” she asked their demonic counterpart.

    Jareth opened his eyes from his meditative focus and shook his head. “No. His energy has already faded, and there wasn’t enough left to give me any idea of what he was up to. Assuming he was up to anything other than leading us on a wild goose chase.”

    “But to what end?” The question was more to herself than anyone else, the Voidwalker thinking out loud and attempting to deduce their enemy’s logic. “He has to know that we’re looking for him. He’s put a lot of time and effort into keeping himself hidden, so I don’t see the point behind leaving any kind of trail that could be sensed, for seemingly no reason. He’s playing with us.”

    “It’s possible. Or, as my lord suggested, we also can’t rule out that he never intended for us to notice his activity at all. We have little proof of anything at the moment.”

    She shook her head. “No, whatever he did, it was deliberate. Otherwise, we would have found something out here, even just a crumb of information that we couldn’t explain or understand.” Serilda sighed, rubbing her forehead and trying to fight back a steadily growing headache from her frustration. “Well, unless one of you can think of a reason for us to stay here, I imagine we should head back. Maybe one of the others were able to find..”

    Her Void sense tingled as she felt the air nearby twist. In a snap reaction, Serilda had her swords in hand and was bearing down on the location, with Jareth almost in sync with her, one of his long katanas unsheathed and at the ready. Both of them halted almost on a dime when the two Energy Monarch users appeared. The noblewoman’s eyes went wide as she took in the sight of both men, who had clearly been in a battle of some kind, one that Cedric seemed to have taken the larger brunt of. “Are you two okay? What happened?”

    She sheathed her weapons and immediately walked over, putting a healing touch on Cedric to give him a slight boost in his recovery. Neither man technically needed it, she knew, but a little leg up to speed up the process certainly wouldn’t hurt. Her gaze flicked between them. “Was it Shepard?”

    “Where is Eden..?” Jareth’s eyes were narrowed, but the look on his face and the tone of his voice was more curiosity than suspicion. At least, for the time being. Whether that would change in the next few seconds was anyone’s guess.

    Serilda Sinclair



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    Mythal Ragnos
    Mythal Ragnos

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    Lineage : Heir to Darkness
    Position : God of Sedulity
    Faction : The Rune Knights
    Posts : 1045
    Guild : Guildless
    Cosmic Coins : 50
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    Age : 36
    Mentor : Nessa Cordelia Lux (Former)
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    First Skill: Kami No Ken Sutairu O Taosu
    Second Skill: Kingdom Darkness Embodiment
    Third Skill: Soul Stone/Trickster's Illusions

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    Post by Mythal Ragnos 5th January 2024, 10:46 pm

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    Mythal grumbled softly to himself as he looked at the empty clearing. While there was a part of him that was pleased to see that they hadn’t wound up in a deadly trap, the fact that they were still lagging behind Shepard irritated him to no end. He stared out into the woods thoughtfully as Jareth took his time to focus on the magic and see if he couldn’t narrow down their search by meditating on the source. After a few moments, Serilda turned to him and asked if he’d found anything worth tracking. Unfortunately, he informed them that the magical signature was gone and they were, once again, left in the dark on what Shepard was doing or where he had gone. Of course, Serilda wanted to know what his game plan was. After all, three separate areas of magical usage seemed intentional, almost as if he was toying with them. Jareth agreed, though he seemed to also believe that Ozorith was in the right -- that the Trumpet had merely worked his magic without any kind of intent.

    Mythal shook his head in agreement with Serilda. There was no way this was just happenstance. His gut told him there was a purpose behind the trifecta of sources, though if not for a trap, what? It was stupid how well laid out it could have been, only to wind up with nothing. Unless Ryori was deep into a battle with the Trumpet and hadn’t let anyone know, it seemed likely that all three of them had come up with nothing. Serilda was already talking about leaving when both her and Mythal’s magical senses set off. The Darkness Slayer was already reading for the hilt on his belt when the two figures materialized into existence, just in time to keep Jareth and Serilda from cutting them in two. They looked battle hardened and worn, with Cedric being the more damaged of the two or, at least, his clothing was.

    Serilda walked over and used her magic to help Cedric’s recovery process, even as she asked about Shepard. More interestingly, Jareth inquired about Eden and it was then that Mythal actually noticed that the demon was not with them. “No, it was not Shepard,” Cedric began to explain before Vandrad scoffed.

    "Eden is dead. After some verbal sparring with this idiot here, she decided to amuse herself by trying to kill us. She found herself on the losing end of that decision.” Vandrad explained. It was a very generic version of the truth but that was intentional. The last thing they needed to do was point the finger directly at Cedric and cause a deeper investigation into him. If they shared the responsibility, it made it a bit easier to divert suspicion and deeper inquiries.

    “She did what?” Mythal was already seething. Of course, he had considered the possibility that Eden may have tried something -- the insufferable demoness thought highly of herself and very low of humans. But hearing that she had tried to kill them and possessing the magic to know it was the truth filled his veins with hot rage. “If she had fuckin’... if she had succeeded…”

    "She didn’t. But I imagine that doesn’t make the situation any better,” Vandrad said, setting his gaze on Jareth. "Your master is going to be displeased, I imagine, even if she was the one that threw the first punch.”



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    Serilda Sinclair
    Serilda Sinclair

    Ice Queen


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    Lineage : Scion of the Void King
    Position : Goddess of Conviction
    Faction : The Rune Knights
    Posts : 1347
    Guild : Guildless
    Cosmic Coins : 155
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 12,421,054

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

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    Post by Serilda Sinclair 6th January 2024, 7:53 pm

    Seri Banner
    Conviction never shames nor condemns us.
    It calls us back to who we truly are.
    Like Mythal, Serilda also had not noticed that Eden wasn’t with the other two until Jareth pointed it out. It was certainly odd… and concerning. For the briefest of moments, she held out hope that perhaps they had found Shepard, and Vandrad and Cedric had needed to make a strategic retreat for backup while Eden held the line, but deep in her gut she knew that was wishful thinking. The Voidwalker had expected something to happen the moment that Ozorith had sent the Omen of Passion off with the other two. One could not hold a lit match near a canister of fuel and not expect there to be a fire. She’d simply hoped that they’d all tolerate each other enough to complete the mission and return to base without incident.

    It seemed that would not be the case, as Vandrad confirmed fairly quickly that Eden was dead. “What?” The look of shock on her face was genuine. It wasn’t that she thought the men would have been helpless to protect themselves against a force like Eden. Afterall, that was literally the whole point of the Arc. But at the same time, she knew that Vandrad and Cedric shouldn’t have been ready to defeat a foe like her. After all, Victoria had kept Serilda up to date with their training, and Victoria was certain that the two men would have a long way to go before they could hold their own against a seasoned demon or angel, let alone one of the Sins or Divines. She could practically feel the Seal in her head burning to step out and confront the pair, but knowing it would have to wait until they were alone.

    They listened while Vandrad explained that there had been some smack talk between Eden and Cedric until eventually Eden had taken it upon herself to pick a real fight that hadn’t ended in her favor. Even as Mythal burst out in anger over the issue, Serilda’s jaw was tight with her own rage, a number of thoughts swirling within her mind. She had no doubt they were telling the truth, mostly because Mythal’s reaction was too genuine for him to have sensed any falsehood from the claim, but at the same time she was certain they weren’t hearing the full story, likely because Jareth was with them. She wanted answers, but it would be wiser to get the rest of the details later.

    The Omen of Resolution was studying Vandrad and Cedric quietly, his face unreadable even when the king turned to him to tackle the matter of how Ozorith was going to react to the news. Serilda eyed Jareth carefully even as she finished pumping a bit more restorative energy into Cedric. So far Jareth had been reliable to work with and trustworthy to a point, despite his affiliation with Wrath, but there was no telling what he would do in this situation. One of his allies had been murdered, and she fully expected that Jareth would have to act accordingly. He did still have his sword out…

    Yet, he merely continued to stand there, eyes locked hard on the pair,without making any moves to retaliate on behalf of his fallen comrade. He was silent for several long moments before he finally spoke once more. “Displeased will be an understatement,” the Omen confirmed. “Eden was a valuable asset, and this is not a situation in which we can afford to lose powerful allies.”

    That seemed to be all he had to say on the matter. Serilda finished up with Cedric before turning to look at Jareth, pushing her anger down for now to study the Omen almost as much as he was studying the Energy Monarch users. “You’re taking this remarkably well,” she observed carefully.

    Another beat of silence passed before Jareth slowly sheathed his sword and finally turned away from the other pair to address Serilda. “Eden has always been a fool. She was bound to pick a fight sooner or later that she could not win. It’s not like she has never met mortals that could stand toe to toe with us before. Losing her is a concern for the fight ahead… but personally, I can’t say I’m broken up over it.” His gaze flicked briefly back to Vandrad and Cedric. “That said, it’s only fair to warn you that if Ozorith instructs me to act, I will be duty bound to obey.”

    There was no threat in his voice, nor any arrogance that would lead one to believe he was sure of his victory in such a situation. He was merely being upfront about the position he was in. Ozorith was his superior and if Jareth was instructed to retaliate the Omen would have to follow through, regardless of his personal feelings on the matter.

    Serilda swore under her breath. Though her facial expressions were muted, there was a simmering pool of rage within her. Eden being dead certainly wasn’t something she was going to lose any sleep over, but considering that Serilda had been the one to insist on bringing Vandrad and Cedric along, Ozorith was likely going to hold her responsible in some fashion. This was the last thing she needed on top of everything else that was going on. “Well, there’s no changing things now. Let’s just get this over with. I’ll handle Ozorith.” If anyone thought she was about to roll over and let the Prime do or say as he pleased in light of any of this, they would be sadly mistaken. Already she was straightening up her posture and assuming the look of a dignified noble and military leader about to go on a warpath.

    At Serilda’s expectant look, Jareth held out his arm like before, waiting for everyone to place a hand upon him. Then, they found themselves standing once more inside the war room in Frostbane, where Ozorith was frowning at the map, with Ruzatz and Agatha still with him, presumably having been discussing theories and strategies while everyone else had been gone. The Prime of Wrath looked up and sighed, glossing over the group as a whole without yet realizing that the party was missing a member. “I take it your searches were about as fruitful as Oblivion’s?” he asked, already turning his attention back to the map to update it.

    Serilda didn’t even hesitate. She stormed across the room with righteous purpose, making a beeline right for the Sin. “What the hell kind of amateur operation do you run, here?” By the time Ozorith turned to frown at her in confusion and surprise at the unexpected verbal assault, she was already close enough to be in his face. It was a tactical choice to come in hot, hopefully preventing him from getting any sure footing in the ensuing confrontation by catching him off guard.

    “I beg your pardon?” Ozorith replied, more puzzled than anything else, though it was clear he didn’t particularly care for her tone.

    She continued to press her advantage, standing tall in Ozorith’s personal space without any hint of intimidation. “How do you expect us to get anywhere near Shepard when you send out agents that lack the discipline to stay focused on the task at hand?! For someone who touts himself as a god among demons, the forces you command leave much to be desired..!”

    His gaze narrowed dangerously, though he remained calm, if only to figure out where she was going with all this. “You would do well to make your point known,” he warned her gently.

    “Your idiotic excuse for an Omen, Eden, attacked Vandrad and Cedric,” Serilda informed him hotly, refusing to back down. The Sin’s gaze flicked back to the gathered group that had returned from Earthland, finally noting the disheveled states of the two mortals, along with Eden’s absence. “She jeopardized the entire mission because she couldn’t keep her overinflated ego in check for five fucking minutes to do her damn job!”

    Ozorith was quiet, an anger bubbling within him, though he didn’t seem too surprised to hear what Serilda was saying. After all, the first time she and Mythal had come to Frostbane, Eden and Cain had been rather forward with their disrespect, not just toward the two mortals, but even toward Jareth as well. He wasn’t pleased with Serilda’s tone, that much was clear, but for the moment he seemed more frustrated that Eden was causing problems and, presumably, being an embarrassment. “I’ll have a chat with her,” he assured the enraged mortal before him, the underlying message of his response indicating that it would not be a discussion Eden would enjoy.

    “Oh, it’s far too late for that.”

    “Meaning..?”

    “She’s dead.”

    Wrath’s eyes widened, even as Cain stiffened and Agatha gasped. “What did you just say?”

    “Eden is dead,” Serilda repeated firmly. “I didn’t bring Vandrad and Cedric along for the fun of it. I told you they could handle themselves against the likes of Shepard, and I meant it. She picked a fight and she lost, because she was a child with no self control! And if that’s the quality of assistance we can expect from your soldiers, then we’ll find a way to deal with Shepard on our own!”

    The tension that filled the room was thick as the two stared one another down, both refusing to be the first to look away. A somewhat strangled noise cut its way through the silence. Cain was trembling with fury, his face red, knuckles white from how tightly his fists were clenched. He was looking at Vandrad and Cedric with a crazed hatred, teeth bared as his nostrils flared, the very look of a man that was about to snap and lose touch with all reality.

    “You will calm yourself, Cain,” Ozorith said without looking away from Serilda’s stern glare.

    “My lord, we can’t just let them–”

    “Do not test my patience,” Wrath demanded, finally turning away to snap his eyes on Cain. The room filled with the pressure of Ozorith’s terrifying power, the brunt of which was focused on the Omen of Contempt, who shrank beneath its weight. “You will do as you are told, or you will join Eden in the wastes of the Abyss.”

    Only once he was sure that Cain had been properly cowed did Ozorith relax, easing up his power and letting out a slow, controlled exhale through his nostrils. Finally he returned his gaze to Serilda. “Eden was always a wild case. That has often suited me in the past, but it seems I allowed too much slack in her leash as of late. The rest of them will not be a problem.” His eyes flicked to Cain once more, the “or else” in his tone unmistakable.

    “Well, it seems we’ve done all that can be done for the time being,” Agatha interjected once it was clear that the matter of Eden’s death had been more or less addressed, gracefully and tactfully prompting an end to the meeting before anything else could go wrong. “I think it would be wise for everyone to rest and regroup themselves. Shall we take everyone back to Earthland with us, my love? No sense in Jareth making another trip when we are headed the same way.”

    Serilda Sinclair



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    Mythal Ragnos
    Mythal Ragnos

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    Lineage : Heir to Darkness
    Position : God of Sedulity
    Faction : The Rune Knights
    Posts : 1045
    Guild : Guildless
    Cosmic Coins : 50
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Age : 36
    Mentor : Nessa Cordelia Lux (Former)
    Experience : 11,070,431

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

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    Post by Mythal Ragnos 7th January 2024, 2:54 pm

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    Vandrad didn’t know what to expect from Jareth. Eden was one of his compatriots, another Omen that had been considered the strongest alongside him. Though the demon had seemed rather laid back when it came to most things, the newly crowned king had very little in terms of deeper background on him. All eyes were on the Omen as he stared at the two Ark users, seemingly turning over his own thoughts but not betraying his feelings one way or the other. After what felt like several minutes of consideration, he admitted that displeasure was going to be an understatement of Ozorith’s mood after they delivered the news. But, as he continued, he considered it more from the perspective of losing an asset rather than any kind of personal attachment.

    He didn’t seem keen to continue beyond that, having said his piece. Serilda spoke up, remarking on his surprisingly neutral response to the death of a ‘comrade’ Jareth stored his sword in its sheath before turning to look at her, quick to point out that Eden had always been one to push the envelope. As he saw it, the only downside of her death was as an asset in the battle against Shepard and Faera beyond. But he was not attached to her and thereby felt no need to mourn. But he did take a moment to warn Vandrad and Cedric that if Ozorith instructed him to exact vengeance, he was bound by honor to follow through. “If he even thinks it, I’ll personally go and find Shepard and bring ‘em to Ozorith myself,” Mythal growled, his anger more focused on the grand scheme than at Jareth himself. He didn’t dislike Jareth, not totally but if anyone made even the slightest movement against Vandrad or Cedric, the Darkness Slayer would rain hell down on the whole lot of them.

    After that tense moment passed, Serilda suggested they report back to Ozorith sooner rather than later, if only to deal with the fallout of Eden’s death. Letting it fester and drawing it out was likely to make things worse. Jareth extended his arm for them and once they all had placed their hands upon the limb, they were whisked away to Frostbane once more. Ruzatz, Agatha and Ozorith were still around the map, with the Prime of Lust sipping from a glass of wine that he’d apparently gotten in their short absence. It was Ruzatz that noticed that Eden was missing first, his brow furrowing slightly as Ozorith asked about their lack of success. But he didn’t have time to question it as Serilda stormed across the room, demanding to know what the Prime of Wrath was playing at. Her tone was sharp, furious even, as she stood face to face with the now turned and bewildered Ozorith. He asked for clarification and she was happy to illuminate him on it, questioning how they were meant to take advantage of their numbers against Shepard when his minions were willing to act out of line.

    Ozorith, understandably, required more information and demanded that she provide it, clearly not respecting the tone she had chosen. Finally the Voidwalker specified that Eden had attacked Vandrad and Cedric, putting the entire mission at risk because she’d baited and allowed herself to be baited by the other two. Vandrad didn’t need to be an empath to feel the fury inside of the demon, an anger held behind a wall of quiet consideration. After a moment, he insisted that he would talk to her but Serilda was quick to nip that in the bud, letting him know that it was far too late and upon asking for further clarification, she let him and everyone else know that she was dead. The reaction in the room was palpable, Ruzatz stunned to silence while the other demons nearly lurched in anger and Agatha gasped. Serilda continued, stating that she had told him before that Vandrad and Cedric had come at her behest because they could hold their own and had, very clearly, proven that. As the Voidwalker saw it, Eden had messed around and killed herself more than anyone taking her out and she was so unimpressed by the quality of his assistance for their alliance that she was willing to throw it out the window and deal with Shepard on their own.

    There was silence, at first. Then a noise of anger, born from the lack of words but pure, emotional rage. Cain was bubbling, brewing towards an outburst that would, undoubtedly, turn violently physical as he stared daggers at Vandrad and Cedric. His gaze would be interrupted by Mythal stepping in front of them, his own eyes locked onto the Omen with equal danger, almost inviting the demonic warrior to fuck around and find out. Hopebringer wasn’t active but the handle was in the Darkness Slayer’s hand, alongside the immortal-killing whip. But before anything could happen, Ozorith spoke up, insisting that Cain reign himself in. He barely had time to spit out an appeal before the Prime of Wrath was putting his foot down, whirling on him and demanding his obedience. The power that radiated off of him was intense, giving them all a decent preview, a glimpse, of what the Prime was capable of. He levied a dangerous threat on the Omen and that finally seemed to leech the air from his rage, at least enough to keep him leashed.

    With the Omen reigned in, Ozorith took a moment to relax his own anger before he turned back to Serilda. He admitted that Eden was a wild heart, who he’d allowed to act as she saw fit because it had been advantageous to him. He believed that he may have allowed her too much freedom, thus resulting in her end result, and informed them that the rest of the Omens would not prove as unruly. Before any more tension could fill the room, Agatha spoke up, her soft and comforting voice bringing reason to an otherwise chaotic ending to their mission. With their searches done, she suggested that they split back up to recuperate, asking that Ruzatz guide their way home so as not to inconvenience Jareth. “Certainly, my love,” Ruzatz said, downing the rest of his wine and shimmering the glass out of existence. With a snap, he summoned a pathway of darkness, the fluctuating black and white smoke leading them back to New Rhaegar.

    Vandrad escorted Cedric through, not bothering to look back as they headed back to the island. Mythal waited until Serilda had pulled herself away from Ozorith’s orbit and headed through to bring up the end. But before he stepped through, he paused. “Eden was a bitch but… for what it’s worth, I’m sorry this happened. Her actions were her own and… I ain’t gonna hold you accountable for that. Despite my issues with you, we are tryin’ to make this alliance work for the sake of stopping Shepard and Faera.” He turned to look at Ozorith. “With that said, if I find out your Omens try anythin’ against Vandrad or Cedric… the partnership is over and I’ll burn your kingdom down right after Faera’s.” His gaze flicked to Cain, narrowing slightly before he shrugged. “We’ll let ya know if we hear anythin’ else.”

    And with that, he stepped through and back onto New Rhaegar. He let out a soft sigh, letting his own anger go with it. Ruzatz hadn’t warped them right back to the party, seeming to understand that perhaps the current mood would draw attention. They found themselves in one of the sitting rooms in the manor above the gala, though they could hear the muted music through the floor.

    “Well that ended… poorly,” Ruzatz pointed out, finding a chair and plopping down on it, crossing one leg over the other. “And there’s a lot of questions that I’m sure we all want answered. So perhaps we should send for Mercury and company, as I imagine they will want to hear what has to be said? That and perhaps fetching Cedric a shirt. Or not, I sure don’t mind the view,” the Prime of Lust added with a playful grin, trying to lighten the mood.



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    Serilda Sinclair
    Serilda Sinclair

    Ice Queen


    Ice Queen

    Developer/GFX Artist- Main Account- Gain An Artifact- Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- God Of Ishgar- Ten Wizard Saint Member- Guild Master- Custom Slayer- God Slayer- Z-Rank- Y-Rank- X-Rank- H-Rank- S-Rank- A-Rank- Wanderer- So Extra- EXP Grinder- Job Creator- Working Together- Forever Solo- Christian Minecraft Server- Teaming Up!- Limited Edition- Hired Help- Unknown Powerhouse- Unknown Legend- Helper- Guild Creator- Achiever- Expert Achiever- Over Achiever- Buddy Buddy- Obligatory Beach Episode- Shipped- Dank Memer- Taskmaster- Richie Rich- Rich- Veteran Level 2- Veteran Level 1- Character History!- Magic Application Approved!- Obtain A Secondary Magic!- Get A Pet!- Character Application Approved!- Complete Your First Job!- Obtain A Lineage!- Join A Faction!- Tertiary Magic- Senior [500]- Novice [250]- 1st Place Event/Contest Winner- X-Mas Event Participant- Motor City Rush- Best GFX Artist Award- Player 
    Lineage : Scion of the Void King
    Position : Goddess of Conviction
    Faction : The Rune Knights
    Posts : 1347
    Guild : Guildless
    Cosmic Coins : 155
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 12,421,054

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

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    Post by Serilda Sinclair 8th January 2024, 3:32 pm

    Seri Banner
    Conviction never shames nor condemns us.
    It calls us back to who we truly are.
    In all honesty, Serilda wasn’t sure if Ozorith’s patience toward the matter was encouraging or concerning. She was well aware of how crafty the Prime could be, and she knew that just because he didn’t snap back didn’t mean he wasn’t up to something. He was Wrath, after all. Yet, he merely acquiesced that Eden was the more unhinged of his Omens and seemingly took responsibility for it. Whether that was the end of matters was up for debate, but Serilda doubted that it was.

    Thankfully Agatha spoke up, always the voice of reason and peace, suggesting that the groups go their separate way for now to recuperate, the Hand tactfully pulling the tension apart before it could explode. With Ruzatz in agreement, and no one else voicing an objection or any reason to linger, the Prime of Lust conjured a portal and Vandrad smartly wasted no time dragging Cedric through. Serilda quared off with Ozorith a moment longer, almost more annoyed that he didn’t give her an excuse to pop off even further. She had barely even registered Cain; the Omen wasn’t a threat, not with the numbers he’d be up against. With little other choice, Serilda straightened herself out and reigned in her own temper before turning away and exiting back to New Rhaegar.

    Ozorith watched her go, his gaze only shifting to Mythal once the slayer spoke up to express his regrets that the situation had come to what it did. Even if Eden had brought it on herself, and even though Mythal had plenty of issues with Ozorith, he claimed that they were trying to at least keep their hazardous alliance beneficial, at least insofar as Faera and Shepard were concerned. In the next breath, however, he made it clear that any attempt to seek retribution for Eden’s death would be met with swift punishment. There was a slight pause as Ozorith contemplated the threat.. And then he smirked. Not necessarily an arrogant look, but one more of what could be considered pride at such a wrathful promise. “I’d expect nothing less,” was all he said.

    Once back on the island where Ruzatz had seen it fit to deposit them into an antechamber rather than right back in the party, Serilda closed her eyes and did her best to stay as disciplined as she could. To anyone who looked at her, however, her frustration was clear. Ruzatz suggested that they at least gather some of the others before they got to breaking down the details, which was probably well enough as Serilda was obviously going to need a minute to fully compose herself.

    “I’ll go get the others,” Agatha offered after offering a small smile and shake of her head at her husband’s comment about Cedric’s lack of clothing. She dipped out of the room and headed toward the rest of the party.

    When she returned, it was with Mercury, Saffron, Themesycia, Gren, and Vriko in tow. Saffron, who had fabric folded over one arm, took one look at Cedric and rolled her eyes playfully. “Can’t you go anywhere without losing your shirt? Nobody wants to see any of that. Gods, you’re as bad as Mercury.” She tossed him the top, a plain white tee shirt, and then found a spot to lean on a nearby wall.

    “Nobody is as bad as I am,” Mercury teased, even as she approached to stand near Vandrad. Her gaze panned  across the others, lingering the longest on Serilda and Mythal. “Well, you all look like you had fun. What did we miss?” The dryness of her tone betrayed that she was well aware of the fact that half the room was in a bitter mood.

    “Less than we hoped for, more than we needed.” Serilda had managed to find her center, though there was still an air of displeasure about her. Despite it all, however, she was able to stamp down her inclination to demand an explanation outright. Cedric was technically her subordinate, and as such she and Mythal were well within their rights to exercise a measure of authority just like they did with any other Knight… but the truth was that Cedric was no mere Knight, and their relationship with him was more dynamic than merely that of employer and employee.

    With a sigh, she finally turned back toward the rest of the room. There was a beat of pause as Victoria stepped out into the open from the Voidwalker’s body, the Seal eager to be her own presence in the conversation. Her gaze immediately set itself on Vandrad and Cedric, flicking between the two with an expression that wasn’t necessarily judgemental or upset, but certainly carried a measure of expectation. Feeling weary, Serilda found a seat of her own and lowered herself into it. “We didn’t find Shepard. Ozorith’s Omen Ryori sensed Shepard’s power from three separate locations, and we split into teams to check each area at the same time. We weren’t able to locate him, nor any clues about where he went or what he was doing.”

    “These two, however,” she nodded gently to Vandrad and Cedric, “Got into an altercation with another of Ozorith’s Omens that they had been teamed up with and managed to kill her… and for the sake of my sanity, I’m hoping and pleading that Eden was not actively or intentionally provoked into the fight.” Serilda left it there for now, turning the table to the two men in question to fill in the gaps now that they didn’t have any of Ozorith’s ilk looming over their shoulders.

    Meanwhile, back in Frostbane, Ozorith’s eyes lingered on the place where Ruzatz’s portal had disappeared. There was a slight smirk still on his face, though the moment the others had gone the look had taken on a more dangerous appearance. Mythal’s threat meant little to the Prime. The director of the Rune Knights may have been Faera’s vessel and quite powerful in his own right, but he was nowhere near capable of delivering on the promise he’d made. Eden may have been a handful, and certainly the most chaotic of his demons, but she was still a powerful warrior – far more powerful than any of the mortals that had stood within his domain that day. So how had she managed to be overwhelmed by two of them, and in such little time?

    “Orders, my lord?” Jareth was as collected as ever, unfazed by nearly the entirety of events that had unfolded before him. He was well aware of Ozorith’s intentions moving forward. The Prime was hardly going to step back and let the death of one of his top generals go, particularly one that had been by his side since the dawn of demon kind. Jareth had seen Ozorith enact vengeance for smaller offenses. While Jareth wasn’t exactly keen on being sent to kill friends of Ruzatz and Agatha – both of whom he greatly respected – he had made it clear from the start that it was a possibility, and there was no doubt in the Omen’s mind that his prediction was about to come true.

    “None for now, Jareth,” was Ozorith’s calm response.

    Jareth’s eyes widened in surprise, but it was Cain that spoke up, finding his voice once more. “You’re just going to let them get away with it?” he asked, still vulnerable from being chastised mere moments ago, but unable to accept the idea that Ozorith might simply let Eden’s murder slide.

    Ozorith gave him a warning look out of the corner of his eye, causing Cain to shrink back a bit. Then he relaxed. “Of course not. I will not suffer the existence of two mortals thinking they have any power over me or my court, especially when I was far more gracious than I needed to be in allowing their presence. They will pay for Eden’s death in blood.” Reaching over to the map on his table, he picked up one of the tokens, lifting it to his face and smiling at it – Ryori’s marker. “And there’s nothing they, or anyone, can to do to save them.”

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos 9th January 2024, 2:02 pm

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
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    Cedric found himself practically dumped onto the couch by Vandrad, as the newly crowned king walked away and placed himself behind it. “Ow, so rough for the man that saved your life,” the former Dread Master quipped with a small, playful grin.

    "Just desserts for the man that kept information from me. And Victoria,” Vandrad was quick to point out, leveling his gaze on Cedric. He hadn’t really considered that part, meaning there were two women in the same body that probably had a lot of questions for him. Cedric simply adjusted himself on the sofa as they awaited the rest of the group to join them, which wasn’t very long. Soon Agatha was opening the door for Mercury, Saffron, Themmy, Gren and Vriko.

    The Fairy Tail mage was the first to speak up as she threw a shirt at the former Dread Master, remarking at his ability to keep his clothing intact. “Tell me about it; that was one of my nicer suit jackets too,” Cedric lamented as he pulled on the shirt, chuckling as Mercury spoke of how she may or may not have been worse than Cedric in keeping her clothing on, though for entirely different reasons. As she came over to Vandrad and asked about what had happened, Serilda was quick to express her frustration over the situation, though her tone had spectacularly improved. She sighed and turned to address the room, though she took a moment to allow Victoria to manifest in the room, her attention on the two users of the Ark with scrupulous expectation not unlike a teacher looking upon her prized pupils. The Voidwalker sat herself down, with Mythal moving over to hover beside the chair, giving them a quick rundown of what had pulled them away from the party. But the focus turned more to the sudden altercation and resulting death of Eden, to which Serilda openly expressed her hope  that she had not been antagonized into the fight.

    “By actively and intentionally provoked, do you mean challenged? Because neither Vandrad or I ever demanded a fight from her. I just took my opportunity to remind her that her inherent racism against mortals was in poor taste and, frankly, immature,” Cedric replied. His answer held air only long enough for Vandrad to whack him upside the head from behind him, sneering down at the former Dread Master.

    "Cedric exchanged continuously pointed comments with her. I believe his dislike of the demon led him to try and emulate some kind of… champion role for mortals, however immature that was,” The newly crowned king explained in better detail, unwilling to dance around the truth like Cedric had chosen. But he fixed his gaze on Serilda. "However rude he may have been, she resorted to far less polite and, frankly, disgusting attempts to provoke Cedric to action. Ones that even I almost rose to meet, were it not for his interception,” he said, nodding to Cedric. "He seemed content to trade barbs, nothing more. It was Eden who blocked our means of leaving the cave we were exploring and attacked first.”

    Cedric was rubbing the back of his head from Vandrad’s hit, scowling slightly. He shook his head as he dropped his hands to his knees. “I could tell by her tone, from the way she looked at us, that she thought we were a joke. I just wanted to cut her down a few pegs, nothing more. I thought someone of her caliber could take a ribbing but apparently her ego was more fragile than I first believed. That or she really gets off on trying to kill mortals.” He turned his attention to Serilda. “My apologies, Lady Sinclair. I know that I put you in a tight spot and it was never my intent to do that. I hope you’ll allow me the chance to make up for this error.”

    It was strange; as Mythal listened, all he felt was truthful and honest emotions coming from both Vandrad and Cedric. But there were portions of the former Dread Master’s words, as he spoke about not wanting to fight Eden, that seemed… off. As if it was something that Cedric was trying to force himself to believe as well. Given what had just happened, his emotions were still on high alert and his viewpoint of it all was probably a bit charged. It didn’t seem like he was trying to deceive anyone. “Well, that’s a whole other shitstorm we’ll need to deal with,” Mythal admitted, rubbing the back of his head. “But why does Vandrad seem so upset with you?”

    "Because this buffon used some power from the Ark that I have never seen before, one that he has failed to mention for years now!” Vandrad suddenly turned on Cedric, sneering at the former Dread Master.

    “See? I told you that you’d be mad,” Cedric pointed out, as if that was some great achievement. Seeing that he wasn’t going to get a laugh out of, well, really anyone over the comment he sighed and leaned back in the chair. “So, by now, you all are aware that the Ark was created as a weapon to combat the immortals that plagued humanity. Up until this point, Vandrad and I have mostly used what was already stored in the Ark; ancient immortals that Marka himself defeated and captured. I… may have pulled out a more recent one.”

    "Omigen. That was the name Eden said before you pummeled her into oblivion,” Vandrad cut in.

    Cedric nodded. “Omigen, Foremost Hunger under the Prime Sin of Gluttony, Illgan.”

    “Wait a minute,” Ruzatz spoke up, moving out of his more leisurely position and to the edge of his chair. “Omigen is… in the Ark? Man, we sent out feelers for him years ago and he seemingly vanished without a trace. Him and the human he was possessing.” Ruzatz cocked his head to look at Cedric. “Did you…?”

    “The man had fully given himself over to Omigen for control, willingly. I found him right after he’d burned a farm to the ground and murdered a family. And he wasn’t repentant about it. If you want to pity anyone, pity the father, mother and children I buried after his blazing dedication to Illgan.” Cedric’s tone got a tad sharper than perhaps he meant it to be. He’d even fixed Ruzatz with a hard glare before he realized, giving a small shake of his head. “Sorry. That was…”

    “No offense taken, Cedric. I’m not going to sit here and pretend Omigen was a much beloved demon outside of his own little circle. If anything, I would normally be congratulating you. But…” Ruzatz frowned softly. “Illgan and Ozorith are good friends. And I don’t mean like I am with demons; friendly, idle, workplace chatter with your coworkers to keep things civil. I mean they are close; have been for eons. Oz would’ve killed you for killing Omigen alone but now stacking Eden on top of it. You really wanted to play life in hard mode, didn’t you?”

    Despite the seriousness of the situation, Cedric couldn’t suppress his smirk. “Since the beginning, handsome,” he gently teased the Prime of Lust before he continued. “But Omigen isn’t dead, per se. His consciousness is; whatever made him him gets vaporized upon being absorbed into the Ark. Its just the power that remains -- his true power that the man playing host couldn’t fully access yet. But it’s… tricky…”

    "Tricky? Is that why you haven’t felt the need to express this power or the ability to take things into the Ark before?” Vandrad asked sharply.

    “The other Take-Overs and Requips are old, Vandrad. Centuries old; meaning they’ve had time to be attuned to the Ark so that its user -- or users -- can properly wield them without downsides. Omigen has only been in the Ark for maybe two years; his consciousness might be gone but that’s still raw, infernal power that hasn’t been fully chained. It doesn’t scale to our, for lack of a better phrase, power level -- it extrapolates everything. But it also can impact us, our beings, our souls. It’s why I went at Eden so hard and fast; I couldn’t afford to hold the form for long. It would have torn me apart. And because it’s so new, it’s only attuned to my portion of the Ark. You wouldn’t have access to it.”

    "So, what? You thought that I would be jealous that you possess some unique portion of the Ark?” Vandrad spat.

    “No. Because I knew you’d reach the same conclusion I did.”

    "And what conclusion is that?” Vandrad asked. For a brief moment his eyes flickered away as a new body had apparently apparated into the room without him noticing. Standing just off to the side but well within view was He Who Is, casually leaning against the small. As their eyes met, the Judge’s eyebrows waggled just so.

    “Faera,” Mythal spoke up suddenly, eyes wide with firstborn realization.

    Cedric nodded softly. “The Ark itself is a worthy weapon to wield against Faera. But the true potential of its devastation against her lies in attuning her power to the Ark. And I couldn’t have you realizing that too soon.”

    Vandrad was quiet for a moment, considering his words. After that brief period, he let out a soft sigh. "Because I would dive headfirst into it, despite the dangers.”

    Another nod from the former Dread Master. “The only reason I resorted to using Omigen is because I have mastery over the Ark. You’ve only just begun to gain control over it. If you tried to use it against one of the Trumpets… it would destroy you.” He turned and nodded to Victoria. “It’s why I insisted that you gaining control be of the utmost importance to Victoria. If you can reach my level and potential with the Ark, alongside your mastery of Energy Monarch, you could cow Faera’s power by yourself without letting it dilute. Then she would have no chance against you.”





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    Post by Serilda Sinclair 9th January 2024, 6:12 pm

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    Conviction never shames nor condemns us.
    It calls us back to who we truly are.
    Serilda had hoped that Cedric would give her a straight answer, and the terse tug on her lips was enough to betray that she didn’t appreciate his beating around the bush. Luckily Vandrad was there to be the voice of bluntness, as he always was, whacking Cedric on the back of his head and earning a snort from Saffron in the process. The attention in the room shifted to the king as he explained that there had been quite the verbal jousting session between Eden and the former Dread Master, who had elected to stoop to the Omen’s level rather than rise above it.

    As Vandrad turned to face her fully, Serilda met his eyes in equal measure, giving her future brother-in-law her full attention. Setting aside Cedric’s own behaviors during the mission, he admitted that Eden had said a number of things that were actively meant to try to provoke the two of them, things that were rude enough that even Vandrad had contemplated starting a fight, had Cedric not stopped him. It seemed he was willing to defend his Ark counterpart, if only to say that Cedric seemed more interested in a verbal spar than a physical one, and that Eden was the true culprit of the events that ultimately led to her death.

    It was then that Cedric chimed back in, more serious this time, as he explained his opinion on Eden. And in all fairness, he was right on the money. But he apologized to Serilda, understanding the bind she had been put in and explaining he hadn’t meant to play any part in that. Serilda tapped a fingertip gently on the arm of her chair in thought, but only for a second or two before she relaxed and shook her head. “There is nothing to make up for,” she told him honestly, if likely to his great surprise. “I knew it was a bad match up from the start. I gave serious thought to asking Ozorith to send you two with Jareth, instead. He’s far more agreeable and professional, and it’s not like either of us had a chance to warn you about her behavior; she and Cain – the one that almost snapped back there – didn’t exactly give us the warmest reception when we first met them, either.”

    “But I chose not to argue it, if only because it had been made clear that time was of the essence. I had hoped that the three of you could at least get along long enough to do the job and get back before anything worse could happen. At the end of the day, the responsibility is mine.” She could hardly hold Ozorith accountable for Eden’s poor behavior without also doing the same for herself. Like any leader worth their salt, Serilda knew that she couldn’t simply pass the blame around, not when she had an opportunity to step in after recognizing a potential problem. She’d gambled and lost, and she wasn’t about to reprimand Cedric for that.

    It was then that Mythal brought up the million jewel question, inquiring as to why Vandrad seemed so upset with Cedric. The king was quick to answer, remarking rather angrily about some new power that the former Dread Master had been hiding for quite some time. Cedric attempted some light humor over the matter and found it wasn’t to be well received, so he chose to switch gears and get a bit into the Ark and its purpose. Obviously, he and Victoria had been training Vandrad on how to properly use the Ark, but so far only with the powers of creatures that had long ago been slain and absorbed by Marka. This time, Cedric had used the powers of a take over that he claimed was more recent, one that Eden had referred to as Omigen.

    The news had quite the effect on both Ruzatz and Agatha, both of whom straightened up in interest. The Prime of Lust admitted that there had been quite the search for the lost Hunger when he’d gone missing, along with the human he’d been possessing. Of course they’d never had reason to suspect that Omigen had become one with the Ark, mostly because they hadn’t realized an Ark user had been running around at the time. When prompted, Cedric admitted to the deed, with a rather sharp comment about who the true victims were in the encounter.

    His tone drew quite a few stares and frowns from around the room as several people wondered why Cedric was being so aggressive toward Ruzatz. Cedric himself seemed to have recognized his odd behavior, starting to apologize before Ruzatz cut him off to brush away any need for such things. He had little pity about the demon’s fate, and normally would be congratulating the former Dread Master. His only concern was that Omigen’s master, Illgan, was buddies with Ozorith – and apparently, not in a casual, we-just-catch-up-during-holidays kind of thing. They were close enough that Ruzatz suspected Ozorith would have all the more reason to want vengeance if he discovered that Cedric was responsible for not one, but two high profile demon murders.

    Granted, it seemed murder wasn’t entirely correct, as Omigen wasn’t necessarily dead. His power lived on within Cedric, just devoid of any personality that made the demon unique. It was complicated, and yet Vandrad only demanded more answers as to why the information had never been divulged to him before. The answer seemed to be that Vandrad simply wasn’t ready to handle it yet. Cedric himself, who had been using the Ark for far longer and had much more control over it, could barely control the take over. He’d been forced to go at Eden hard and fast, because the longer he sustained the form, the more likely it was to destroy him in turn. Not to mention the fact that Vandrad apparently didn’t have access to it yet.

    But the true heart of the reason that he hadn’t brought it up had simply been because he knew that the moment Vandrad learned about the ability, he was likely to throw himself into using it against Faera before he was ready. Vandrad looked like he wanted to argue against it, but in the end chose to acknowledge his nature, agreeing that he would have put himself in a dangerous situation. Cedric only felt confident enough to do it because he had better control over the Ark, and said it was part of the reason why he had tried to encourage Victoria in a certain direction with their training. The way he saw it, once Vandrad was able to master the Ark, even Faera would find him an unstoppable force to be reckoned with.

    “Be that as it may,” Victoria interjected, finally deigning to speak now that all the explanations were out of the way, “You do no service to your own training by keeping me in the dark about where you really stand. Just because we are working to improve Vandrad’s level of control to meet yours, doesn’t mean we shouldn’t also be trying to improve your own. With or without the Ark, it will take more than one person to bring her down. Putting all your chips in one basket to the neglect of all else is a quick way to find yourself dead in the field of battle.”

    “And now, you’re going to have to be all the more on your guard,” Serilda added, her gaze primarily on Cedric though it flicked to Vandrad as well. “Both of you. We already had enough headaches with Faera and Shepard, not to mention Seberg. I don’t trust Ozorith to look past this. As to how quickly he’ll act, I can’t say. He can be frighteningly patient. He cased me for a very long time and made sure he had me in a box before I was even aware of his existence. But he’s a snake whose entire nature revolves around ideals of payback and acts of retaliation. He will have a response for this, and he will do what it takes to make sure his victory is secured before he even strikes.”

    Serilda knew far too well how devious Ozorith could truly be. By the time he sprung any of his traps, it was typically far too late to escape them. She shook her head sadly. “I suppose there’s nothing that can be done about it now. We’ll take steps to do what we can moving forward. In the meantime, I don’t know about the rest of you but I’m intent on not letting this nonsense with Ozorith and Shepard ruin the rest of my day. That, and I can use a drink. Shall we return to finish off what’s left of the party?”

    “Oh good! We were holding off on the birthday cake until Vandrad came back.” Mercury shot her fiance a grin before slipping her arm beneath his and nodding toward the door. “Come on, then. You guys have earned some leisure and then some.”

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