The Bloodmage Mountains

[Hissori Tenkuu]

The being Hissori had confronted had sarcasm written all about him from his tone; so he felt, down to his body language although it was best for him to not be provoked and allow pride to blind him. The only fear Hissori held was back in his home town, or rather, his foster home where he lives under the vigilant watch of The Guild. The question was imposed, a returning favor if you will, for one to return an introduction but before he could speak the room went dark but even in the darkness in event of the sudden slaughter he did not hesitate with the following introduction. "My name is Hissori Tenkuu." Nothing further. There was no need to announce whom he represented for these were foreign lands nearly out of The Guild's jurisdiction.

The torches were re-lit and to his surprise five of the blood magi had been slain but still he did not falter. The tip of his mana-weapon was placed on the ground where his hand left the hilt yet the weapon seemed to balance as though he had placed it in a poise for complete balance. There were minor tremors from further in the hive but he thought nothing of it. "So, let us finish with the formalities, yes?" His eyes did not leave Mativ as he took a step forward. The mana winds in this catacomb were far beyond chaotic, sensing anything individually would be come to no avail in his benefit.

Mativ's abilities were unknown to him or how he worked his source of power. In Hissori's left hand a second weapon generated but quicker than he formulated the katana. The outer surface of his arm became enveloped in mana and was almost immediately solidified to a weapon. A claw-style weapon except the rest of the arm was shielded by a visible jet stream of constantly moving mana that moved up into the end of the claws.

[Similar to Vega's weapon from street fighter however in the same visual concept as the katana explained.]

Shifting his right foot back having his left in front, he moved his left arm with the claw-style weapon and Jet Stream arm guard up just in front of himself but off to the side slightly to allow his right hand clear movement. His right hand quickly lifted directed toward Mativ. Mana Impact - No charge.

--- Mana Impact: A tier 1 spell that allows the user to project a concentrated force of his mana to move a target away from the caster. (This skill can be charged for better effect)

The force of mana projected toward Mativ was sure enough to move a normal man sliding backwards on his feet. The force behind the Mana Impact was its initial collision where the draft behind it was to keep the target under constant pressure for as long as he held this spell. Gauging the spell into a higher level of force while the current was already cast is impossible at the moment. Only a single Impact wave was in motion for Mativ.

[King]

Enveloped in but a sliver of the physical representation of its magical prowess, the guard's nullifying magic exceeded its typical on-contact range. It was not bound to the pillar of light, itself, either. Instead, the invisible, pulsing waves of energies expanded in all directions for several scores of meters (twenty); it was something that Dravish would need to realize incredibly quick, otherwise he'd find his bones wedged between the massive serpent's razor sharp teeth.

The warrior's words, albeit spoken to the enchanted blade holstered at his waist, were lost on the beast. In response, a roar to shatter the world erupted from the fiery pit of its maw, bringing with it another series of monstrous winds. With his new found vigor, however, surely Dravish would be able to best the unnaturally potent gusts. However, what happened next would be a true test of his aptitude.

A tinge of warmth on the previous winds would've been a tell-tale hint of the destruction to come, and like an ever-pouring river, relentless and swift, a gout of flame rushed from the beast. The cone-shaped onslaught, so hot that it scorched the earth beneath it; cooked what rubble was unfortunate enough to cross its path; and steamed the air until it screamed, fanned out near its peak, increasing in both girth and height. In the end, Dravish faced a wall of flame, literally, hungrily seeking his figure. In the blink of a mortal eye it would've been upon him, leaving his very little time for a proper riposte. Whatever he planned to do, if anything at all, would've need to be executed flawlessly and without hesitation.

Could he do it?

[Ayden]

((I'm just posting as Dravish so I can advance. I'll post with the bloodmage's once Pain makes a post.))

Dravish stood there with the Angelic Sword in his right hand. Still slightly captivated by its awakening, Dravish would quickly realize the dragons next course of action. Instead of running or hiding in fear, Dravish would run at a full sprint in the direction of the mighty reptile. Even with his shield attached to his left arm his focus was now with his sword. Sprinting, he would appear to be like a beam of light in full sprint. His body still glowed brightly like a raging fire.

As the might breath of air would come, the first hint of rushing air would cause Dravish to slam the Angelic Sword into the ground. Allowing the darkened ground to swallow nearly half of his sword, Dravish would block the air. As the air rushed around him, he could feel it becoming slightly warmer. A flame breath. A wall of flames would come crashing towards Dravish like a tsunami of fire. Relinquishing his powers, Dravish forcefully channeled his energy into the sword. The sword would glow a hum with a resonating pitch. The white aura around his body would be sucked into the sword as the sword would release the potential power.

If Dravish would have waited a second longer, his body would be fried like a chicken on a spit. The white light exploded out of the sword in a straight line that split the wall of fire into two, allowing it to pass on both sides of him. The light continued past the wall of fire, but lost most of its energy. This slice of light would come crashing into the dragons leg, doing nearly nothing to it. Dravish was not disappointed, he was still alive.

A mad dash would continue in a straight line, he was now heading for the dragon. If he wished to kill it, then he would have to be up close and make things very personal. As Dravish would come into range, the dragon would swipe his right claw at him. A mighty leap into the air and Dravish would miss the claw, but land on it. The tough skin underneath him made the dragon very easy to grip onto. With the dragon becoming pissed off, things would become even more dangerous. He was now in range of the razor sharp teeth in which the dragon would surely offer.

Some beasts are smarter than others.

With mouth wide open, the jaws would come speeding down upon Dravish who remained perched on the dragons arm. Having little to defend himself, Dravish would throw his shield up. The weight of the dragons head and force used would cause Dravish to fall upon his butt. As the shield was connected to his arm, the shield would block the dragons attack. However, it seemed the the shield had lodged itself in the middle of the dragons vicious teeth. As the dragon retracted its head, it would cause to bring Dravish with it. Dangling in the air, feeling slightly helpless, Dravish felt like a worm on a hook being swung in front of a school of fish.

Pulling his weight around while the dragon tossed its own head, Dravish would be thrown upward. The latch of the shield would break sending his body upward. While in mid air, with the dragon bellow him, Dravish would point his sword downward. The reptiles eyes would narrow as it could see the scrawny human coming crashing down. The glimmer of his blade would shine only slightly before Dravish would send the sword down upon the dragons left eye. His body would land upon the bridge of the dragons nose as he would pull the sword out. Liquid would spew from the eye as the dragon would turn into a rage. He would hold on for his life, for he knew this wasn't the end.

[Ayden]

The mighty dragon would dance in it's pain as if performing a ceremony. Dravish was nothing more than a fly holding on for his life. The spewing liquid continued to rush out of the dragons large serpent like eyes. The sac of liquid that contained the beasts eye would pour onto the ground far bellow within a matter of seconds. Nothing more would be left than an embryonic sac that once contained it's visual prowess. Still in agony from the blow that Dravish inflicted upon it, the dragon would spin and come crashing down.

As Dravish would take the ride down back to the earth, he could feel his powers being stripped away from him once more. It was a shock that he had felt earlier when his body would come into range of the shield. Moments before impact was made, Dravish would push off with his legs, jumping from the dragon and rolling onto the ground a few yard away. A large thud could be heard as the dragons head would slam into the ground, creating a small crater from the impact.

A tremendous roar could be heard from the dragon as it would cry out. The sound would echo off the cave-like walls that surrounded Dravish, shaking his entire being as he would try to regain his standing. The high pitch scream, almost ear shattering, would force Dravish to cover his ears. Not only were his powers gone again, stripped within a blink of an eye from the shield, but now he had to deal with a really pissed off dragon that he just turned into a cyclops.

Nausea would course through Dravish as the squeal from the dragon would die down. Between the on again and off again switch to his powers, in combination of being thrown around like a rag doll, and the high pitch scream of the dragon, vomit would release from Dravish. Doubling back over onto his knees, Dravish would release the unsettled contents of his stomach. Though the smell in itself was gross and enough to make anyone else vomit, Dravish would turn his head and wipe the corner of his lips with his arm.

A large claw would come swiping in the direction of Dravish. With very little to to react, he would push back to avoid the dragons razor sharp claws. Without his footing, he would come falling back onto the ground. Closer and closer Dravish would get to the Guard of Ages. He had never felt this powerless before, it was taking a toll on his body as he tried to recoup himself to take on the dragon. With only his sword in hand, Dravish would come to stand on his own feet. Both baby blue orbs scanned the dark scenery before him as he tried to locate his own shield. Even if he were able to get it, Dravish would stand no chance. Behind him rested the Guard of Ages that floated within the pillar of light... perhaps that could help him.

No... "Damn..."

He thought to himself trying to make quick of the situation. If he were ever to obtain the Guard of Ages, he would have to do it on his own, with his own strength and power. He would have to do it as nothing more than jut a normal human since there was no way of escaping the radius of the Guard and battling the dragon without worrying about when he did or didn't have his powers. Right here and right now would be his only chance. It would be all or nothing as he stood there, shifting his feet while pulling his sword back.

The mighty dragon would regain its footing and pride as Dravish prepared himself once more. Both of his hands would hold tight onto the blades hilt as the swords tip would come parallel to the ground, running behind his body. The dragon itself, on all fours, would come charging at Dravish like a dog. The serpent like body would whip itself left and right with its natural body movement, mimicking that of a snake. The dragon itself was nothing more than the combination of a snake and bird... representing mother gaia and father sky. A perfect harmony of opposites that represented conflict of ones own self. A struggle that must be overcome... the creature within.

As the dragon would come rushing in, Dravish would begin his onslaught and start running to the dragon. The distance between the two would drastically close as the charge between the two started. The dragon would open its mouth, revealing shark like teeth that threatened to shred Dravish to the bone. From where Dravish was at, he could see down the creatures throat that reminded him of an abyss. A spark could be seen from within the abyssal of the creatures mouth as a flame would be shot out. Shifting his weight, Dravish would push left while continuing his assault. With his blade angled slightly outwards, the tip of his blade would dance with the edge of fire that carried right past him.

The distance grew shorter and shorter until Dravish would make impact with the dragon's mouth. The Angelic Sword would catch the right corner of the dragons gaping mouth, ripping the soft flesh with ease. Though the flesh was soft, without the powers Dravish was use to, he only had so much strength. As his blade pushed into the side of the dragons mouth, he would continue to fight against the friction and tension of the this skin that protruded down the dragons neck line. Only another three feet the blade would draw upon the dragons scales, ripping blood from the rough fleshy skin. The blade would be forced to exit as Dravish could no longer force the blade into the dragon. Spinning off the dragon, Dravish would continue his run and sprint. If he wanted to defeat the dragon, he would have to search for more soft spots. Picking his speed back up, he continued his sprint underneath the dragons belly. The underside proved to be the spot he was looking for. Once Dravish would fall out of the dragons sight, the dragon would worm around to find him. Moving with the dragon, Dravish would jump off the ground with the blood soaked end of his sword facing the sky, facing the belly of the beast.

One. Two. Three. Five. Seven. Ten. Twelve.

Fifteen strikes of his sword would pierce the dragons belly. Each punctured wound would spew blood, most of it falling onto Dravish as he tried to work from spot to spot. His face was covered with a red blood, his white hair would become stained. The blood would taint his armor as well as everything else Dravish had. Dancing under the dragon, following it step for step, Dravish could tell the beast was slowing down. One more strike of the blade, puncturing the soft skin of the dragons belly would pierce the creatures heart. Unexpectedly, the dragon would push off the ground as if rearing itself like a horse. The mighty wings would flap in the air with two powerful strokes, that in which sent Dravish flying back off his feet several yards. His human body would come crashing down again, yet as he did, the dragon did as well. The dragons only eye would close as its entire body wrecked havoc on the ground bellow. Its lifeless body, or so Dravish thought, would lay upon the ground only twitching slightly as its end was coming closer.

A long breath would escape Dravish's body. He did it. His body ached and moaned as he realized how much pain he was in. A sharp pain raced through his right arm, a fracture must of taken place when he pushed into the dragons skin with force... something that would have never happened if he had all his powers. Yet, he did it. Laying there in the dirt, right beside his blade, Dravish took this moment to relax and catch his breath. Everything had happened rather fast, it was hard to keep up with the reality of it all. This was the first time ever fighting against such a creature that he only ever read about. Luck was smiling upon him as he laid there. As he thought he was safe, he was wrong as he let his guard down. Perhaps one last twitch of the dead or dying dragon would cause the creatures scythe like claws to come rushing out with the arm. The hand would come forcefully down upon Dravish's body. Three of the claws impaling Dravish. The dragons claw would release in tension only after a few agonizing seconds of pain, and withdraw back to the dragons corpse. Perhaps a friendly reminder and a last chance to kill the human...

Pain wrecked through his body unlike anything he had ever felt before. Dravish would cry out as three of the claws tore through his flesh. Under his left collar bone, above his hip on the right side, and upon his left leg blood would spew out. The armor he wore did nothing to protect him, it was useless against the creatures razor sharp claws. The near crippling pain coursed through him as tears swelled up in his eyes without permission. The pain was too much. With his right hand, he would unlatch the armor from his body, revealing nothing more than black under cloth now caked in blood. Leaving the armor where it laid, it was junk, useless garbage that meant nothing to him, Dravish would roll over onto his side. A wheezing sound escaped his lungs as his eyes fell upon the Guard of Ages that was only ten feet away from his position. Though his baby blue eyes fell upon the legendary shield, the view was becoming blurry. He was losing blood faster then he expected, though he didn't really think about it.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" He cursed in frustration. He hadn't come all this way just to be killed right before claiming his prize, not by some damn dragon. A brief glimpse of thought just reminded him how bad it would be for any intruder if there were more of these mighty foes littered throughout the mountains. Even if he were to die, it wouldn't be until he claimed his prize. Forcing himself to stand up, keeping pressure off his injured leg, not that it made much of a difference with his other wounds, Dravish would hobble over to the pillar of light that contained the item. Though it was a struggle to move ten feet, he would stand before the Guard of Ages. A slight smile curved his lips, blood would trickle down from the corner as the red liquid did as it pleased. A dizzy sensation washed over him, forcing him to fall back onto his knees. Both hands would stretch out, his sword still laying where he had left it, they would come falling down grasping on the Guard of Ages before him.

As his hands and body fell into the radius of the light, a warmth would spread through his body. The material of the shield felt unreal, so much different than his old one. Once both hand contacted the shield, he could feel his powers being restored. With the warmth from the light radiating through his body, with his powers that the shield had given back to him, Dravish's wounds would stop bleeding. Perhaps this wasn't the end. Was this a sign that the shield accepted him? Granting his powers back in the wake of its own legendary powers had to be a sure sign of its acceptance. Though Dravish lost a lot of blood, it would take time for him to recoup and recover. Lifting the shield from the light, Dravish would slide the latch of the item over his right arm, slinging it upon his back. Looking back, his sword still rested upon the ground. "You did good friend..." He spoke to himself, as if talking to the sword. Retrieving the sword, Dravish would slide the blood stained weapon back into its sheathe.

Though it was just a momentary thought, followed by an abrupt answer. How was he suppose to get out of here? Though as quickly as the thought came to him, the lights went out once more and he could feel his body passing through time and space. The same feeling he encountered when entering this monstrous cave. It would only be a matter of moments before her returned to the passageway and grand room where The Harvester and the Fawx had left him. What awaited him on that side of the door could be nothing more challenging than what he just experienced. Hopefully with the Legendary Guard of Ages with him now, they Bloodmages would let him pass as a friend with their weapon. Only time would tell before he could be on his way, hopefully back home to rest and recover from his injuries.

[Ayden]

((I'm going to DM so people can continue to post without Pain. Hopefully he will return soon.))

The Bloodmages that circled the intruder would caste their magics. The thin blood line of magic that shined from one warrior to the other remained a slight glow until the middle warrior would cut open the palm of his hand. The magic hissed with violence as the warriors blood would dance and react with the red magic that connected each Bloodmage. With a sudden burst of energy, the blood magic would explode from the line of warriors and out to the intruder before any real damage was done.

A field of magic would rush over and cover the main who slaughtered their brethren, and who threatened their home and way of life. Of course the warriors had left the other warrior alone, as they knew that he was granted passageway from the acceptance of the dead Fawx now on the ground. Whatever the man had in mind or searched out would have to be taken up with the warriors who contained the intruder inside a Blood Barrier. As the others would maintain the Blood Barrier, the leader of the group would circle around the magic and square off with this other man.

A slight umph of breath escaped his lips as the warrior Bloodmage looked over this man. The moment this man desired to take on the intruder was enough to gain their trust. Whatever this man desired, they were sure that they could help him with it. "Stranger, my fallen brothers will return to these mountains. What is your name?" Though the man might have been through this scenario once before, it was always custom for a proper introduction. The dead would not cause panic as their lifeless forms would be absorbed into the surroundings... the walls and floors would pull their bodies back to where they once came.

[Hissori Tenkuu]

The encounter was abruptly put to a halt by the sudden interference of the bloodmages that encircled them. Hissori narrowed his eyes in minute irritation but was easily pushed aside when approached by one of the kin of those whom led him this far. From the corner of his eyes he lost sight of the corpses, turning his head to fully look upon where they once lied in their forced state of death. "Hissori." He replied. The weaponry he conjured had dissipated to nothing, eroding away as vapor. Dropping his arms to his side. "I have come to these parts in search of an item, mystical in nature." Having not yet visually acknowledged the one whom approached him. "My superiors have not given me any more knowledge on what it is I am seeking other than what I have just mentioned." There was an uneasiness in his voice. Turning to see the man whom spoke and requested his name. Reveal. Hissori's eyes were cast in another direction.

"Your mountain here glows with a tremendous amount of potential. This I can see.. but, there are two sources that outshine the idle mana of the environment and from what I see within you all." Narrowing his eyes. He scoured the mountain with the ability active, searching for something; one of the power cores were dissipating or being relocated but where? Closing his eyes as his vision returned to normal. Opening them to look back upon he whom approached him. "I know little about your people or what these mountains possess. Would you happen to have an idea of the item I seek? Or even what it is that resonates so brightly with power deep within your home."

[Pain Invictus]

Mativ felt an impact on his body but it did little to him due to the lack of any real power behind it. He figured it was mostly to unbalance him. Before Mativ could properly react to it though he was surrounded by the magic of the bloodmages. He looked left and right perplexed by the sudden appearance and a low, guttural sound escaped him when he realized that it was the mages who cast the spell. He clenched his left hand into a fist and punched the field in anger not of them but himself. "How could I let myself get distracted so easily?" Mativ said to himself in a tone of frustration. Mativ let out a deep breath and turned around to begin pacing in the field. He went around in a few circles looking at each mage and attempting to find a way out of this predicament.

He felt like a vicious animal in a cage. He noticed the mages getting sucked into the mountain and also caught the name of the man who challenged him. "Hissori." Mativ said once again under his breath. He punched the field again with his left hand and just stared at it for a few moments before he decided to put his sword back in its holder. He looked everyone over once more, examining Hissori more closely than the rest before he decided just to sit down. He took off his right gauntlet revealing a bony arm with a dark mass in between the bones. A strange-looking coin appeared from it and floated on the surface of the mass which Mativ plucked like a common flower. The coin had no designs on it whatsoever and it was about the size of a half-dollar. It looked like copper but even in the barely-lit room it had a beautiful shine to it.

This drew a couple of confused faces from the mages that kept an eye on him but Mativ paid them no mind. Mativ started to flip the coin into the air for the next few moments for no apparent reason. Little did they know that this coin had a very special secret. One that could turn the tide of this battle in the favor of whoever possesses it.

[Pony Swag]

In mountains deep;
Where darkness sleeps;
The Orcs do rest;
Our final nest.

Hills run red;
Our hearts dread;
When hammers fall;
The orcs now small.

The sky was black;
They held not back;
Children slain;
Corpse littered plains.

To the hills we run;
Toward setting sun;
Into mountains deep;
We now sleep.

It was rarity to spot an orc these days; considering how their kind has been hunted to near extinction. Even rarer to spot a female who deviated alone. Truthfully the sight of such a creature would alarm most. However she doubted these folk could be so easily irritated by her mere presence. And like all those which convened; Glura had her own agenda in mind. Though one far less insidious then some.

Her jade frame was toned yet defined. A handful of scars plagued her body, a testament to the fact that she has seen combat. Her face rather soft for an orc. In her hand rested two disk, each emitting a peculiar frequency. Though she doubted that any of these dustlings could properly deduce the truly peculiar nature of her weapon. On her back rested a steel warhammer; as her frame was clad in tribal armor. A sign of her social position within the tribe.

Her nostrils would flare as she gave them a blank stare. She could tell that these creatures clung to the world of sky. A world stripped from their hands by the hatred of all manners of dwarves, elves and men. And though she has seen the cerulean sky; this woman preferred the darkness that is stone. For deep within the mountains; they bred and prepared for war. For the orcs understood that soon they'd be force to make their final stand.

Rather then declare her presence or exchange in idle social bantering. The female orc would instead walk pass the lot. Her people were now isolationist; and nothing beneficial ever dawned from interacting with their kind. For they thrived within a different world; she was no more well equipped to understand them. Then they were to comprehend her. And so for the moment the notion of introductions seemed quite foolish indeed.

It was clear from her body language; that this orc sought after something. Though what would prove quite elusive. What she sought was intangible yet everywhere. The source of the mana which seemed to seep from the harden stone that decorated the mountain side. No more then a few dozen feet from these strangers; she would come to an abrupt halt. Finally succumbing to her lack of want. A fair warning would be issued; nothing more or nothing less would transpire for the moment.

"We slumber; we rest and live within the comfort of stone. We do not like your kind; but we have no quandaries with you. As long as you stray from retarding our plans. Then we shall strive to tolerate your presence. We do not want your acceptance or approval. All we want is to be tolerated and our culture left alone." She spoke frigidly as from the darkness four orc males crept. Their bodies littered with both scars and war paint. Signifying their rank within the orcs military.

Whether or not these creature lived within this mountain would remain a mystery. However it was clear they had a settlement nearby. The Orcs would stand by her side. Passing the strangers without so much as a glance.

[Ayden]

"Hissori."

The warrior Bloodmage listened to Hissori as he spoke. Indeed he was aware of the item in which the man was searching for. The Guard of Ages seemed to be a hot item, a wanted ticket of the day. The warrior's eyes scanned the area. This intruder was now squirming around like a dog in a cage, unsure of how to get out. His attention only remained on the caged animal before turning back to Hissori. "I will take you to The Harvester. He will be able to help you." Though his statement went on for seconds, it was interrupted by the fuming smell of a foreign stench. The Bloodmages who focused on the caged man, wouldn't waver as new intruders crept into their mountain hollows.

"We slumber; we rest and live within the comfort of stone. We do not like your kind; but we have no quandaries with you. As long as you stray from retarding our plans. Then we shall strive to tolerate your presence. We do not want your acceptance or approval. All we want is to be tolerated and our culture left alone."

The warrior Bloodmage's eyes flickered and danced with rage inside. An instant blood lust of hate and evil pushed through his very body and will violently, hardly able to contain himself. Trolls!! Of course they were not Trolls, mere Orcs but the warrior thought they were but the same. The warrior stepped away from Hissori as he walked smoothly over to these Orcs. The Bloodmage puffed his chest out walking with a dignity that showed his strength, not over doing it to look like a fool. Of course as the first few steps were taken, a large door down the corridor would moan as it opened.

----

Dravish's eyes opened, revealing the cold mountain from where he had come previously come. Before him were the Fawx and The Harvester who had been patiently awaiting his return. The pain was gone, the wounds had vanished as well as his armor. He was now dressed a black and red robes, very similar and identical to the Bloodmage's own attires. This new outfit was warm and comfortable as he now felt more fluent and free. At his left hip, his Angelic Sword slept in its black sheathe, the two feathers dangling in front of his kimono like outfit. The weight of the Guard rested upon his back, strapped in, as the Ages hid underneath the red clothing. The warmth would radiate from the shield and into his own body, a feeling of comfort.

It was clear to him that the shield no longer effected his powers, as if it was fused with him and now apart of him. Dravish was able to control the pulse which it used to effect the magic and abilities of others as well. The Guard of Ages was stronger than he expected, and required an effort, though small, on his part to keep it in tact. His soft blue eyes fell upon the elder and the one who brought him here, a slight nod of acceptance rolled off both their shoulders.

"Keep this power and use it for justice Dravish." The Harvester spoke, a strong audible voice echoed out to Dravish's young ears. He would do just that. As Dravish would return the bow, giving a slight nod of his own in acknowledgement, The Harvester would rise from his throne. The elder man in all of his awe moved with a grace and nobility unlike any other in these mountains, his knowledge was his strength. Walking past Dravish, The Harvish would lick his lower lip, remembering the taste of the young boys blood. There was other concerns that he would have to attend to, like the ruckus going on outside his very doors.

A large door down the corridor would moan as it opened. The Harvester and the Fawx would walk out, Dravish following suit right behind them. Several people were standing a muck before them. The battle mages had one intruder trapped for the time being, The Harvester took great note of the mans presence while they pushed forth, passing Hissori and the others. Trolls! Of course not. The Harvester walked up to the Orcs standing only feet away from the female who spoke just moments before. "My young child. You must be lost. These are the Bloodmage Mountains, home of us Bloodmages." Orcs had not lived here for as long as he could remember, this had to be a mistake, else he would have known of such a thing. It was interesting to figure out how they exactly got inside, yet it seemed they posed any serious threat. No more a threat than the caged dog.

Dravish watched as things unfolded before him. He felt the need to stay, at least until things were situated here. His baby blue eyes scanned each person. As though he felt out of place just hours ago, he felt one with the natives now dressed as their own. Both eyes fell upon Hissori, then to the battle Bloodmages, then to the captured being who sat in the blood shield. The events here were tense non the lease, and it was obvious that the battle Bloodmages took great note of The Harvester who was now in their presence. Dravish would stand there in caution, ready for someone to pull the trigger on the loaded gun in this room. He was ready to leave, go home, and eat... Dravish would make sure this would happen.

[Pain Invictus]

Mativ tilted his head at the sudden entrance of a group of strange looking beings. Apparently from the reactions of those around him, these beings were well known and appeared hated. Maybe he could use this to his advantage. He flipped the coin once more and grabbed it in mid-air as he moved his head in accordance to these creatures. He was about to say something until he noticed the Harvester and the man who he had followed earlier but he was dressed in different attire. This was the chance he was looking for, the reason he had come this far: To kill off the leader of the Bloodmages. The beings that forced this life of his onto him and turned him into what he was now. He looked around and saw that all of the mages were paying attention to what was going on with the new people.

He stuck the coin onto the part of the enclosure opposite from the meeting that was going on and a piece of the mass that filled Mativ's skeleton crawled out of his left eye. It ran down his arm with a purpose and jumped off, landing on the coin stuck to the wall. The glob then consumed the coin and "fused" with it within the span of several seconds. The end result was not much different from before it started save for many strange markings that now covered the coin. Mativ started to speak enchantments to the coin making the markings come alive and begin to move. The coin itself glowed but hopefully not enough to attract anyone's attention. It wasn't as subtle as Mativ would've liked but it was better than nothing.

Mativ folded his wings in a manner so most of the front of his person was covered by them. With this new cover, the tip of Mativ's right index finger lit up and he used it to draw a shape in the air. At first, he drew a rat but he erased it as it wasn't able to do its purpose fast enough. The second drawing was a dragon but again he discarded it as it would use too much of his energy. He settled on a drawing of a centipede however it wasn't any ordinary centipede. Mativ made it with a function that was much different than any naturally occurring species. With that, he uttered another enchantment and the drawing appeared on the coin a moment later. The coin than began to morph quickly but quietly, leaving Mativ to wait and see if this would work.

[Ayden]

Dravish was nothing more than a bystander in the arena of events before him. His mind was clear, yet still tired from his previous trek. Baby blue orbs watched the Harvester as those around him shifted their presence and attention to show their pride and honor in this elder Bloodmage. Even Dravish felt like he had an obligation to portray the same respect that the others shown.

As his eyes shifted from one person to another, all of his senses started to fire like pistons. Perhaps it was the shield that added to his awareness, the supernatural ability to sense things that he couldn't normally have done on his own. Dravish's mind turned into a feeding frenzy as it craved the knowledge to know the mystery of this shift in power within the room. As if hearing the shift in power, like an attraction, his eyes pinpointed the location quickly and rather easily.

Within the blood shield, the prisoner was taking action - action that was so subtle that most others didn't even recognize or catch on to. If the caged being was of serious threat, Dravish was positive that The Harvester would take action. The knowledge and experience that The Harvester had collected through the years was far beyond his grasp or understanding. The power of this Bloodmage was far beyond this realm or reality, yet it was rarely seen. Dravish would not worry, but his attention would remain on the man who was plotting a possible escape.

[Ayden]

The seconds seemed to pass with a slight ease. The tension had quickly died down compared to what Dravish thought was going to happen. Without a doubt the trapped being was planning something, but the Orcs and The Harvester have seemed to come to an understanding. Whatever was going on, the misunderstanding must have been cleared up.

Though things were still entertaining to say the least, Dravish had other things to get to. Other people were calling for him, and other extraordinary events were waiting. Of course he wouldn't leave here without saying good bye to his new friends, but it seemed hardly to be the appropriate time. Things had to be settled. Shifting his stance, Dravish would move around the blood-barrier set up by the mages. Circling the magic, Dravish would stop only feet beside and behind The Harvester.

The Harvester's old eyes stayed focused on the Orcs before him, but a certain sense pushed the feeling of acknowledgement onto Dravish. If anything were to happen at this point, Dravish would be standing next to The Harvester, ready to deal with things.

[Ayden]

[Seems people have lost interest or forgot. But my character is needed else where, so i'm closing things on my end. Feel free to respond accordingly.]

A bad feeling washed over Dravish. It wasn't the most familiar feeling but something remained calm within him. A cold sensation rushed over his being, Natalie's own magic seemed disturbed as it now rested within his very own presence. This disturbance caused his eyes to shift knowing that he could be summoned at any second, pending the current situation she was in. Hopefully, as he thought, everything was alright and this was a false alarm. To use such an ability now would certainly send him for a loop, possibly causing nausea. Things would be embarrassing if it had come to that.

Soft blue eyes shifted as the certain chill was without a doubt Natalie's doing, it was unforgettable. At the very moment this was going on, The Harvester has changed his attention to Dravish, now looking down upon the young Paladin with an empty look. Most would mistake it for a look of confusion or concern, but The Harvester was far too wise to show such emotion, and knew immediately that Dravish was set alarm. The disturbance swept over Dravish as his baby blue hues swept the area, as if waiting or searching for something to happen.

The Harvester was quick to act. As the knowledge of Dravish's disturbance came to fruition, it was now time to deal with everyone else. Their new prisoner who was attempting a possible escape had not gone without The Harvester's noticing, and these Orc's who mysteriously wondered into their lair had overstayed and must be shown an exit. This was the final scene, the end to bring everything back to normal so they could continue their peaceful existence in peace.

An old and decrepit, but swift right arm would be raised parallel to the ground. Fingers pointing to the wall, The Harvester's nails protruding inches from the finger tips. Curling the wrinkly ring finger, The Harvester would dig his nail into the palm of his flesh. Blood streamed up the curvature of his nail while the small overflow, in the form of a drop would come crashing down to the floor. A single drop, without incantation of words or ritual, fell to the floor expelling an awesome blood magic that was rarely used. Though it was hard to understand the amount of magic within a single drop of The Harvester's blood, a mere vial would prove nuclear in the wrong hands.

The single drop flooded the floor, causing microscopic vibrations within the underground lair that would resonate with the blood magic that surrounded them throughout the rooms and mountains. A cloud of mist, a fog of red, steamed into the room surrounding everyone. The fog itself would even leak through the blood shield, easily penetrable by this magic. All vision was obscured to any within its vicinity, forcing them to fall victim to such raw power, a power that was inescapable.

The power itself would force each person who it effected to vanish from the room, naturally. Where to?? Where had everyone gone?? The room would prove to be vacant as if nothing had happened there just moments before. Each person would be sent back to their place of birth, wherever that may be, still standing or not. It was a return to each's own beginning. The Bloodmages would return to work, while The Harvester would do the same. The Orcs would be sent to their home, hopefully clearing up any confusion. The prisoner would be granted a second chance, there was no care or need for him here... and The Harvester had no fret for such a being.

Hissori would find himself in his town of birth once the magic set in. Though he would be parted with a farewell gift. Within a pocket, he would find Dravish's name, in which Hissori could contact him in regards to the Guard of Ages if need be. Though Dravish wouldn't relinquish such an item, becoming allies for the right cause was not out of the question. The young Paladin was always open to new friends or helping others in a time of need. If the Guard of Ages was needed by the Guild in which Hissori served under, pending the situation, Dravish wouldn't turn them away if others were in a dire situation.

Dravish's eyes circled into the fog as he was unsure of the situation. Whatever The Harvester's reasons were, he trusted and feared not. Perhaps he had missed something while in his panic and stupor. With his vision fogged with this red hue, Dravish would close both and embrace whatever it was that was happening. The magic was subtle, so subtle that he didn't even recognize it. In a matter of seconds, his eyes opened again and he was no longer in the Blood Mage Mountains. Home... home sweet home...

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