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  1. The Peaceful Forest Lee’s dramatic exultation called Alicia from her momentary stupors, and she gave Kao’s shoulder a brief brush of her hand, and turned to the man whom she was sure had one hell of a day. Most likely mnemonically reminding herself that this man had had most of his day rightfully taken away for a brief mistake she had, well, it could be more aligned to a colossal fuck-up if they had to assign adjectives to the sort. But waving that all away, she turned her violet hues to him, finding herself smiling as she saw the double pistols being drawn from his side like a western repeater, and her head took a moment to cant and sent her waves of jet-black down her shoulder. “I know what I should be saying is ‘regretfully, I cannot sacrifice a denizen, et cetera, et cetera. But we shall cast aside those humours, yes?” She straightened herself up, her gait altering as she took fluid steps to him, closing the gap in mere moments. “So, the target we are hunting is a supposed child prodigy of an experiment gone wrong in the slums of Nich`e.” A soft husk caressed her voice as she laughed, her head shook and she placed her hands onto her hips. “Good lord, I could never say it went wrong; no, it was actually a wonderful breakthrough! A drug that can actually alter the molecular genetics of a person! Do you know what you could do with that kind of power? Humans into Angels! You could twist Nephilim into Daemons! Daemons to Hell Guards! It is fantastic! But no… Drav was not happy with that simple-mindedness, he wanted something more… He wanted me, he wanted my nephew, and he got the blood of our kind. Exolaeth.” Her face turned into a sick grimace, eyes going dark at the very thought. A snarl nearly left her as she went on. “Exposition aside, they escaped. They could level a city. Yadda, yadda. She’s too young to understand that, so you can help if you would like. Just don’t get yourself hurt. If it comes to worse, shoot her in the head. Won’t kill her, but it’ll knock her out long enough.” Finally she was done speaking. Alicia offered Lee a small smile, and then she was wandering around the encampment. There were things to say, and others to check on. She met with a few of her commanding officers, men and women encased in black, but around each of them flowed a billowing blue cloak. She doubt much what she had to say had any meaning to Lee, but she made sure to at least act accordingly. The difference between her now and her aloof personally was magnificently vast, but it was not different enough to call her an entire different person. The thought and mind would always be the same, so when she was finished, she turned to offer the same silly innocent smile like the one on the day of their fated meeting on the beach. This was not his war, and she would continue to repeat those words into her mind; even as she crossed through to the different coloured cloaks, she dismissed each of them. Some would wander to the wagons and caravans, others would head off into the woods on their own. The farewells were bitter in their own way. Each of them were stalking to different parts of the world, whether they remained entirely in Terrenus, she couldnt say. The hunt for something that has been on the loose for the better part of three years left enough holes to search, gather, and research. With the last of the troops spoken with, she made her way back to Lee’s side, another smile this time smaller, but a shrug after. “I do believe we are done here,” she murmured quietly, and rose a hand to her chest. Violet light slowly beamed off of her form, and she glanced around the encampment. Dark of the night slowly started to fill in the forest clearing. Trees began to materialize one by one, they came into view as the caravans and wagons slowly began to fade; dissolving into blackened particles. The Obsidian armoured warriors were next, each slowly turning into nothing. The stage that had been their night’s enjoyment, a place Alicia really enjoyed her time, even if briefly… It, too, began to dissolve away and become replaced with a lush richness of grass and dismembered logs. The world was finally taking its toll, and this was a source she was not willing to entertain. Moments later, Lee and Alicia stood side by side in a rich forest milieu. The silence of the night set in around them, a blackened cast throwing over lights; dimlit fires were gone, and all that could be viewed were what their eyes allowed them to see. She proffered Lee a smile. “It seems like I don’t have much time left,” a laugh fell from her lips. “Well, let’s get going.” A smile turned grin, and she looked down his form, could have been sizing him up; but instead she gave a flick of her wrist, and a disc of light formed beneath them. Numbers started to appear in their most common form, and a ticking hand swept, and swept until an aura of glowing orange would caress their frames. Alicia took the lead and dashed off, her form a blackened blur that whizzed through the forest with accelerated celerity, leaving a path of faded gold for her companion to follow. Last Chance—The Safest City in Terrenus Two Years Two years to go until retirement, at least that is what Zef thought to himself as he bounded down the usual beaten path through the docks. He wore his usual blue-silver tabard over a rusting chaimail hauberk, and his rune-blade sat unused for four months at his side. Zef passed a building, an ordinary looking shack that hung weathered seaweed over it, he always thought it looked strange but he passed it nearly every day on his way to the Wall. It belonged to an unlicensed apothecary who believed that the Wylds would be coming back, raising from some forgotten ancient prophecy to curse and bring Last Chance back to the plagues of the underworld, but Zef believed differently. The Madame has shaped things up, brought Last Chance out of its desperate plea of need and into one of the largest and safest cities in Terrenus; but that didn’t stop those who thought this place once a safe haven for the immoral to make their way here. As such the Apothecary was allowed to continue their practice as long as they operated a front-end business and paid their taxes to the Madame. And if one of their products was so much as led back to them, they would be slammed with regulations and permits. Zef didn’t care though, and the amount of dealings he had seen in the three years he worked as a CDF, most of them if pestered enough would indeed lead back to the Apothecary in some way. As he rounded the building to the North-East he spotted the Apothecary standing with a shadow of a man. Or at least, he seemed like one until a light flickered above, exposing a scarred and riddled line face. Zef usually avoided interrupting business but something about this man seemed off, and he couldn’t place it. Now that Zef thought about it, he had seen that man a few times before… Ignore it. Just leave it be. It is just your imagination. Remember what Aya said? You’re just thinking about that same event over and over. Zef always shrunk into his coat when he passed the Apothecary, but tonight’s honorable guest caused him to pull in just that bit more. The scarred man was much larger up close. He had broad shoulders and a chest shaped like an iron-keg, and when he lifted a light to the Apothecary’s pipe, his hands looked like gigantic mugs meant for ale. Just that brief flash drew Zef’s attention to the shaggy peppered beard that then raised his gaze to a scar that disappeared beneath it. Zef rounded another building and nearly shook out of his bones when the Apothecary’s hollowed-skull laughter rung out. What on earth were those two chatting about? The sounds of laughter eventually faded and Zef was continuing down the beaten path once more, a path he had trudged over a thousand times as he neared the end of the docks toward the Wall. Relief swept through him as he began to see the common dock workers start their shift, and he shared smiles and nods as he passed on through, hustling as quick as he could to his post. Sunlight was now beginning to crest the darkness of night, the rays splitting above the massive parapets, the exposing the Madame’s grandest addition in all of Last Chance: The Wall. The familiar banter and chit-chat of workers aided in settling; topics of the usual sort, of course, weather, shipments, and the mummery of none of it going well. The tower at the top of the Wall provided amble enough freedom for Zef, at least enough for him to finally get settled. The chair felt stiff against his back and he stood from it, made his way to the door and swung it open to exit, feeling the need to move now that his nerves were settling. A shadow stood at the other end of the door, its form was just disfigured enough for Zef to yell what the fuck before the colossal slime of a fist crushed into his chest, bending him inward and slamming him into the wall of the tower. Splintered shelves fell around as the oozed creature lanked into the tower room, the metal light overhead swung from the debris and Zef got a good look to the creature’s monstrous form… or lack of form. It held no definite shape except grotesque, it’s body a writhe of bones and putrid carapaces mismatched, they swirled and floated over the creature’s form like cursory bees to a flower. Zef watched the creature lower its head beneath the light, it’s jaws began to unhinge, it’s massive arms expanded and the creature let loose a blood curdling screech that caused him to swear and shut them close, hoping to avoid any lasting damage in the process. It ambled then, Zef made a notion to move, dodging quickly from the first strike as the furrows of blackened claws sliced through the marbled stone, deep rows of sludge were left behind and he backed into the door. Rushing out into the night, another figure emerging into his path. This time Zef was prepared and he drifted his hand to unsheathe his rune-blade, however, the shadow launched over his head and took off toward the interior of the tower. Zef made to glance but did no such thing, instead he found a place to halt when he no longer heard a sound. Silence greeted him as he stopped moving, catching his breath and wheezing the air of his cursing skipped days of fitness. He turned back to his tower, seeing nothing out of the ordinary… That was until the tower wall buckled in, and stone exploded out in every direction as the figure that launched over his form was flung onto the non-malleable walkway in front of him. The body was lithe, slender to a point. As the sunlight finally creased, it exposed a ray of golden-silk hair and two sturdy points of ears. It launched into the rushing shadow, and the figure spun with two bleeding blades of night. Sun light kissed the blades in just a way that Zef saw starlight bleeding from the weapons as they sliced into the creature’s hollowed-husk of a stomach. The creature let loose a horrifying screech that went short the moment the shadowed figure released its head… probably its head? Right! The Alarm! Zef moved to back up and felt something solid and sturdy behind him, he turned around to see the scarred man glancing down to him. Fuck… He’s huge. The man gave a kind smile that would scare motherly wolves away; the scarred man made to step past him, his large figure casting a horrifying shadow to the land below as it walked toward the slimmer form. The two turned to glance to one another and for a moment Zef was thinking they were possible partners, but that ended the moment the slimmer figure launched toward the scarred figure. They clashed and the sound of their blades rung a high pitched wheeze, and Zef bolted down into the next tower’s door. He swung it open and was greeted by another monstrous figure, it’s carapace was different. “Not this time!” He roared as he swung his rune blade down across the creature’s head as he had saw from the slimmer form. His blade lodged and then rebounded, an aura of silver flickered around the monstrosity and it swiped toward Zef. Panicking, he dodged and kicked back, rolling onto the stone floor and lifting back up right. His breathing harsh from the fleeing, the nerves, and everything about him… He didn’t take time to notice the crescendo of an alarm resounding along the walls. More CDFs began to appear, and the glimmer of hope that Zef would be saved was extinguished when he saw the litany of forms clashing below with an army of ambled monstrosities. The Separation of Chaos—Into Eternity It was the freedom of the run that carried Alicia forward, her mind wandered to the matter at hand and that was how she was. The past no longer belonged to her, it was lost from her; and she was happy with that. What she had done, and what she will do shall remain behind her for the coming days and though others may end up paying for her transgressions among the land, it would not be her duty to care. Apologies were slippery in that sense, they came from her in the same way as the flames licked the air, desperate and with hope, but nearly pointless and empty. Because at the end of the day, the flames will retire to charcoal and the sticks will be burnt… With wind whipping her hair across her face, she turned toward Lee to see if he chased after with the same fervor she was accelerating. The forest floor beneath her was hardly noticeable with the enchantment still in effect, they were almost gliding at nearly four times that of the fastest sprinter in all of Archadia. She thought to yell something, to perhaps warn him of future endeavors, but she herself did not know entirely what they were to come up against. Instead as they rushed through the darkening, yet enlightening wold, the milieu becoming smaller to their destination, Alicia let her eyes close and she expanded herself into the astral realm. Her physical was locked to a destination, and so she expanded herself to her Source. As her body became lighter and her mind wandered, the world around her brightened, light slanting through the thickened brush of leaves and foliage, Alicia would gently glance around momentarily and then reach out to the small shards of aether she could feel. Digits brushed over thin-sliced blades of pure energy, and she felt the Source hum to her, welcoming her and there she took her step. Leaping into the next plane of existence, she would stand before a massive ball of concentrated power. Rings upon rings of itself stood high in the sky, massive roots of aether trailed off in woven patterns like that of a grand oak. Each branch delivering aether as the spherical orb of energy pulsed with hummed energy. Most of the time… insurance plans were never needed, but Alicia was not somebody to have anything go smoothly. With a gentle tap of the sphere she grasped a newly created thread, and with it she spun it softly, gently opening her lips and letting out a soft song as she spun the wove of aether down through the forests, past the forceful leylines that endagered her very being, and she would latch it to Lee’s back. However, the empowerment would not be active just yet… After all, it was a small sliver of aether, it needed to grow big and strong, didn’t it? Alicia smiled to this, she turned to the sphere and offered a prayer of gratitude. She closed her eyes. The moment they reached the end of the Peaceful forests was when things began to turn a bit grimy, despite the shattered blades of light that fractured overhead and split into multitudes of beams that allowed the imagination to paint the scene before them. The entirety of the frontward wall of Last Chance’s massive fortified barricades were covered in a substance not altogether far from blackened plasma. The gloops dropped off and fell into a heavy, thickened splat, smothering an already sheened floor, land that was corrupted and corroded as the battle raged on within. Alicia dove head first when the first creature rose up from the blackened tar, it’s body a barrel of plasma and its head nothing but chunks of bone and cartilage. Alicia struck with a force akin to a ramming ballistic, her fist slammed deep to the elbow into the beast’s gem beating heart and she ripped it free, forcing the blackened catalyst away and sending the creature sprawling. Turning over behind her to check on Lee, she called out to him. Another of the creatures lanked forward, its body was more slender and several skulls were already aligned over its shoulder, chest, and make-shift hips. Taking the initiative to move toward him, Alicia halted to the sound of glass being crunched, she sank to a crouch, spinning her frame and drawing up her Source-blade, the weapon wheeled to life, energy humming as it flicked through the air. CLANG! Preparing to buck against the creature and drive a wedge against their form, Alicia found herself stopped short to the figure in front of her. This thing, whatever it was, was not one of the oily black beings that came from a vast quantity of nether, no… this figure was far more slender, far more feminine. A blade of light tipped over the trees, shedding onto the figure she was crossed with, a snarl left her lips as emerald hues stared back at her. Silver hair and a blackened duster, the figure offered a smirk and tugged away, separating their forms and Alicia danced back. Her violet hues pierced to the figure and she rose up her blade in challenge, the star-silver glinted from the morning sun. Alicia spun the massive claymore in her hand, the kinetics being drawn from the area around her as she tilted her chin up. “And who might you be, lovely?” Noticing the woman for the first time was covered in some sort of scaled cloak, a grin parsed her lips and she smirked. “Ahhh… I recognize that armor, that must mean you are my very first roadblock, aren’t you?” “Hyaaaahhh!!!!” came from above, enough for Alicia to kick off the ground to annoy the giant’s slam, his fist colliding into the ground while his large, fanged blade pierced the earth. Alicia didn’t bother asking as she already knew who this was, but a surprised smile did steal over her expression. “Ah, Caym… So good to see you again, lovely, how is Seph? How is her imprisonment?” The large man only grunted as he straightened his form, the scars over his face glinting in the morning light that swept the fronting battlements of Last Chance in a scent of charnel. A lumbering creature boiled out of the forest with breakneck speed, crashing its large, lumbering frame into Caym’s. The two heaved into one another for only a moment, soon the oozed carapace was smashed and Caym ripped away the creature’s insides, fist crushing over a rheumy gemstone. With little care, the object was thrown aside, and Caym roared after the cloaked woman who had taken the opportunity while his back was turned to strike. Instead the massive man’s weapon the glinting steel, forcing a song to sing across the growing battlefield. Alicia moved then to Lee’s side, tapping him on the arm and pointing to the growing blob of chaos slowly starting to force its way deeper into Last Chance. “I’m going to open a path! Follow, okay?!” Despite the growing phantasm of creatures oozing to life and creating a barrier of plasma like aberrations, Alicia grasped the heavy hilt of her massive claymore, and then took a deep breath. A pulse of power slowly ran off of her. A white glow gently caressed over her blackened outfit, manipulating the threads and alternating their colours. A blackened harness that had once clung to her shifted to a deep hue of navy and cobalt, the hue continued down her waist and over her legs as the once tightened trews expanded and flourished into a large battle-armored kilt, and finally her once bare hands were sheathed into steel gauntlets. Alicia opened her eyes, and a crack as loud as thunder could be heard and the blade snapped down the middle, shattering into two separate weapons. Alicia’s once violet eyes now burned a cobalt blue, her expression altered to a more youthful appearance that offered the same smile. She took off toward the blob in an instant, the ground quaking beneath her as the traces of violet and navy light followed her celerity. Each strike came in random assortments, splattering blackened mist against the inner wall’s battlements. Once Alicia broke the line inward, she would twist around and slapped her blades together. In an instant, Ten Judgements reformed to the solid massive slab of obsidian as the blackened outfit smothered over her form. Twisting the blade toward the earth, she slammed it deep to the middle where a pulse of light exploded in a ring. The first ring collided with the coalescing phantasm, shattering it and spattering the insides. The second pulse did a little bit of the same, except it drew every bit of splattered plasma inward toward the weapon where she then withdrew it from the earth in a second. Like a spinning twister, the phantasmic blob was sucked into the shattered vacuum where the air once was and Alicia slammed the heavy blade down onto its gem-heart with a cry. The blade shattered the pulsing heart, the beat gently sputtering until it died out and she let out a whisked breath. “One down… Seven to go.” The Darkening Sky—Twisted Ambitions and Broken Flies Where… am I? He floated within an unknown place… an unknown world. Soon his shitkickers slapped the ground, the gray earth depressing, webbing beneath his feet until he found purchase to be erect. A glance to his left brought his vision into an accursed fish-eye view, a swing to his right returned the very same hue. With a grunt, some freedom at his back, he took the steps forward as he crunched through the empty land. His mind was at war, the once familiar feeling of fullness was completely gone; empty and swept away, he felt the loneliness that he had only felt once before. Worrying not, he had been through worse, he continued forward as his vision did not waver. The only thing he knew was going forward, and going forward solved every problem he had ever fucking had. How long had he wandered? He did not know. How long had he been in this world? He did not know. How long until he reached the end of this fucking land? He did not know. How long… FUCK! Yes! We get it! I don’t fucking know! Who the fuck are you to judge where I am to go!? Who the fuck are you to decide my fate!? To decide my path! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!? A tree stood several meters ahead of him, it’s ivory sheen offered itself as an idol of translucent light. A contrast to the crushing darkness that threatened to sweep him under the rug. As he closed the gap between him and the tree, the branches grew and grew, expanding into massive gnarled fingers that split the skies into mighty veins. A calm wind flew by, causing the ivory tree to wither and rake the darkness and he blinked. He blinked again. A boy stood at the tree, just far ahead that it delineated his thoughts from the truth. But something about that boy… It drew him in, and he continued to walk like a moth to the flame. Soon enough like every other accursed thing in this bloody place, the boy disappeared from view. He was left standing by the trunk of the massive tree, and he reached with a shaking, trembling hand to touch the bark. It felt cool against his palm, heavy and lasting, his pulse bleated and he heard himself gasp. No… “Oi! Mister! Are you okay!?” That voice… “Mister! Mister! Oi! Cockwit!” And just like that the pain vanished, he spun around to face the boy who glanced up to him with beaten, swollen eyes. The child curiously tilted his head, shaggy brown hair falling around him that it was like a moon in the brush. He knew that look… And then he realized what this was. Did he challenge it though? What was the logistical success in really fighting against the whims of destiny. Ugh, Destiny. What a load of crap. He sighed. Pressing onward past the boy, brushing him off as he wanted to know nothing more about what sort of lesson there was, he continued onward. Once his boots crushed the ash… The tree faded from view, and a new path availed itself to him. Like a god damned fish to a hooked worm, he made his trek across the opened path. Each step was forced from him as teeth grit, and his body trembled from the sudden onslaught of cold. Feeling as if he was trailing through a river of molasses, he took a moment to stop and breathe. Deep in. Deep out. Deep in…. Dee…p… What?
  2. >:3 29 days left to have 3 posts in one year! We can do it, bois!

  3. Two posts in 2018! This must be a new record :3

    1. King

      King

      Congratulations, buddy.

    2. Moon Owl

      Moon Owl

      Baby steps, progress, not perfection. 

  4. The trees groaned overhead, that was the first thing Rideaux noticed when he came to. The next was that he was on his back surrounded in rubble and stints once more. Unlike last time where it took effort to press things away, this time he was able to cast aside everything with a bare flick of his wrist. Paragon He felt it—no, them wriggling in his mind, puncturing and corrupting. He felt the flow of their blood running through his veins, and he fought every instinct to claw at his body, shred his skin, and flay himself like the Abbey’s new bitch. It angered him, boiled him to be possessed, to be used like some arcana’s cunt and left to fester. Yet. He felt calm, and the thoughts barely passed him. Their words, they spoke, but he could not hear. Rideux hated magick. But was this the magick that everybody spoke of? Thoughts left him to an idol fool’s rambling, and he noticed the pain that came immediately after. His entire body throbbed, and he rolled to his front, digging his knees into the ground. Boots were already caked in the shit of the body’s surround this tower, what was a little more? Fingers clawed at the ground to find his balance, and slowly he stood, stretching and testing his limbs. The pain was there, but it did not identify where it came from. A turn this way, a turn that way, but he still could not single out the sensation. Mn. Is this the cause of those bug-like shits? Climbing himself out of the hell that was these creature’s bidding, Rideaux thought on his feet, or well, their feet so to speak. Despite feeling his legs, pound after pound, strut upon the blood-caked ground, Rideaux did not actually notice the earth crushed beneath his feet. However, it was when he left the old “tower” did Rideaux notice the garrison was gone, torn away and shredded to nothing. There were no longer any walls, palisades, or bodies to gander. The earth itself was sprung forth with a spring lush, and what Rideaux thought was going to be a nightmarish foray into the fucking jungle to his client’s town, he realized, he either had been duped or the bloody creatures were fucking with his head. Not one to be the bitch. He canted his head, lifted a hand to stroke his fine-edged stubble, nails creating a slight scrunch. “Hey. You things. What happened here?” So he speaks. Yes, he does, brother. What is it he says? He wonders about the Garrison. Should I tell him? Laughter. Should, should. Darli— “Cut the shit, tell me what happened?” He heard a derisive sound, and he found himself smiling, realizing he had put those “Gods” in their fucking place. Fine then. This world is forcing itself onto the inhabitants who once owned this piece of property. “Magic. Got it. Not interested. Where is the nearest town?” … …. Erm. Sigh. “You are all pretty worthless as Gods, you know that?” Paragons. “Pair of idiots.” Rideaux heard the snort once more, cast his foot in a direction and began his trek. The stone gave a shrill cry as the blade buried deep. “Cy?” Aluriel whispered. The back alley of Last Chance was empty as far as anyone would know. A long corridor of darkness that separated twin roads on either side. Whispering moans of smoke billowed out of beckoning manholes as rats scurried frantically to their havens. A body slumped against a forest-green bin, a weak pale hand smeared the edges with blood as it failed to grasp, and then they sat in the corner. Each puff of air was like dragging a knife through a rib cage, rattling and shaking, scraping and grinding; the figure slumped still, head lolling to the side, faintly hearing the sound of footsteps rushing away, carried by panicked voices. Aluriel arrived not too long after. The body looked weak but it wasn’t the worst thing that could be determined. A cant of her head had her brushing away dark strands beneath her hood. She knelt beside the figure and took their hands into her own, slender, svelte and weak; Aluriel gave a sigh. “You cannot keep doing this to yourself, Cy.” You cannot keep doing this to me, Cywerien. Words unsaid. Aluriel sat beside the figure for a time, waiting, waiting. The cold hand in hers beginning to change, first the muscles twitched, the nerves flared as the skin tingled beneath her knuckles, and soon warmth flourished the hand to life. The figure sat up and gasped, her free hand taking to her chest, the cotton tank-top split open by a large gash, giving way to sights unseemly for a woman her age. And then Cy turned to the ground, black oozing vomit spilled forth from her, over and over and over again. Aluriel watched with morbid curiosity, but not the weakness of her friend, no, but the ooze that touched the ground. The moment the disgusting ectoplasm hit the planet it turned solid, and slowly broke away, chipping into tiny spectacles of dust. It was described once to her. Black Matter. An unknown particle from a nebula far away, the goal and prize of their captor. “Thank you, Allie.” Aluriel winced. She never did take a fondness to that name, but… here they were. “It is no problem. Why did you provoke them?” Her eyes narrowed, forming onto the gape of her tanktop, the skin flawless and unmarred, an aberration to what should be there. She always healed like that. So quickly. Aluriel found herself envious, but she discarded the emotion simply because it carried no weight. Cy laughed. “I told them to stop calling me sweetheart. I didn’t wanna dance with them either.” Cy curled her feet up, legs crossing over another as she leant forward, silver tresses hanging around her pixie sharp features. “But a girl should as pretty as you here in Last Chance should have a big strong man to take care of her!” Attempting her best to mimick their tone, she sneered near the end. “Figured they wouldn’t manhandle so much if they got a taste of their own medicine!” Aluriel rose a brow. “And your plan backfired. Spectacularly, I might add.” “All good plans do, unfortunately. Oh well. Can I borrow one of your straps until we get back to our room? I don’t care much for this sight,” she motioned to her shirt. “But I imagine the riling of perverts from tits might just be too much.” “Aye, aye, that’s fine.” She ducked into her cloak with a deft hand, and retrieved a coil of cloth. She moved to pass over the cloth when she froze. “Allie? What is it?” Nearly chucking the coil to her, she stood up and fabricated the shadows around her. They leapt from nearby streetlights and formed into her palms, solidifying with strolling stars into oily black blades. “Something is here, something… pungent.” “Yes.. So…” And off on a moment did Lee have. Alicia could not help the crease of her lips into a small smile. Ah, there was at least some humor in the way he was presenting the fact that this nightmare might soon be over for him. She let her thoughts wander, travel far and wide, expanding around the camp grounds and brushed against the soft safeguards that were in place. Each barrier responded with a loving kiss of electricity against her spiritual frame, and she would return quickly back to see Lee accepting the proposal of being a traveling companion. Well, that was… easy. She expected more resistance, especially after everything he had been through. Oh well. A shrug of slender shoulders, and she proffered a smile, reflecting a nascent glimmer in her eye. “I think you will find that wretched bitch in the Cold Mountains shall happily guide you the rest of the way home.” She stood from the log, giving a few brushes of her dress and it twisted around her form, shifting and changing, clinging to her like a second skin and breathing life as charcoal dust rode over her form and then dispersed, revealing the quick change of clothes. It was nothing major, just a pair of blackened trews that clung to her hips, hugging her waist and kissing skin down to her ankles. Her top was covered in a blackened-ribbed make-shift of mist, it swelled over and hid her flesh beneath, the outfit gave a soft pulse of air, as if it breathed life into her and around her. “Well then. Shall we head out? It should, theoretically, be a quick visit. It just depends on how much fight this captive is willing to give.” She said with a small grin. It was always best to be optimistic, for if she wasn’t, there was a higher chance of the cracks slipping. Being truthful was the absolute most painstaking thing to be when dealing with outsiders. Their atmospheric leylines might force them to behave a certain way, but that did not mean the foes they faced had to follow. “We can no longer detect the anomaly that happened a few hours ago, Judge Magistrate.” A shadow said as it blended into light by the campfire, it’s body was without, only a small slender figure that could not be entirely seen. Alicia sighed. “Fair enough.” She rose two fingers to her lips, pressed inward and blew a loud whistle. “Alright, Justicars! It is time to prepare! One of our secondary targets is making its way through the Forest! We cannot, and will not allow it to make contact with this planetary wildlife! We do not want interference of the locals, nor do we wish to present ourselves to these people!” Alicia began moving through the camp, walking past a plethora of men and women rushing to the troubadour’s carts, each one came back out filed in a similar outfit as she. The only difference was that they did not have the sleak of mist, instead they had a blackened chiseled hauberk with an amethyst gem hollowed into the middle. “Alright! The plan is simple!” She said from the stage where the long haired man had been playing prior to her commands. “If you encounter any of the cosmic entities that have wrought us for the past four years, you create a psychokinetic barrier! After you have done that, you can activate the gem in your chest and draw from my soul! Do not worry, I have separated the actual Source from my body, so do not fret on drawing too much! If, however, you fear you cannot handle what is coming, restrain the creatures and then run! Find your squad brethren and have them aid you! I do not, under ANY circumstances want any of you to die.” This is my problem. Alicia glanced down the stage to the long haired male, his silver eyes glinted. “Kaorasu.” Her eyes flicked to Lee. “Get him to Genesaris should I die,” her voice came out grim, darker than she meant it to be. One of the Obsidian Justicars stepped forward, slamming his fist into his own chest, he bowed. “Ser! What of the captive?” Alicia’s lips turned into a smug grin. “You leave her to me.” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. It appears he cannot hold us, brother. Each step seems to burden him more, drive him deeper into the earth. Worms and maggots might be a better host than this weakling. “Fuck you, you darkening faggots!” Our incestuous love for another is none of your concern, human. Rideaux snorted. More laughter followed their voices as they trailed off, probably to their disgusting pile of bodies and bones. It was only a moment when Rideaux used his ability, and there they were. Two indistinguishable figures melding over one another, several interlocking bones lied out like a funeral pyre, skulls aligning as a wall, crowns sitting upon each, gems that darkened in the writhing mass of flesh’s constant distraction. After that night, he stopped questioning their motifs and began to follow orders. Of course there was little choice in the matter, but Rideaux figured if he was fucking stuck with these miserable piles of dung, that he better give them the benefit of the doubt, after all, they did seem to keep his wounds immaculately healed and he no longer felt the urge for hunger or stress. The only thing that bothered him was the constant pounding into his head, the reverberations that followed whenever he took a step, his body truly grew weary from having the invasion, and there was no amelioration to their insatiable hunger. “Oi, shit for brains,” assholes. “Is this the correct image?” For the past few nights since Rideaux had awakened, he had focused entirely on the creation patterns he had seen in that pile of flesh. The ornaments to a summon, they had said. The summoning could be beneficial to him, but Rideaux didn’t believe that. The moment he had asked if he would survive the summoning process, there was a snicker that got cut off and then a giggle that gave him extreme doubt. But that was fine to Rideaux, he was used to dealing with entities and their misnomers and their lies. Fetching into his pocket with his hand, he brought out several jewel ornaments. Four beautiful crested emerald gems that coruscated with a swallowing light. The second was a bizarre marooned crystal that Rideaux took and pressed it into the back of his hand. It bit deep immediately, forcing his teeth to brush against another, and he cursed all that was living but soon that pain turned into sensational pleasure, and he knew those dumb beasts were helping rid him of his pain. It took a few heartbeats for it to happen, but the ruby came to life and each pulse was a roar of light. Are you ready, human? “Rideaux” Snort. Are you? Rideaux gazed down at the broadened circle that now reflected in the earth. He had no idea how to describe it other than it took over an hour of digging into the planet, bleeding most of his damn body and then stroking over it with the steel of bodies he had found on the way to this damn town. Jesus, fucking Christ, they took control of him before, why could they not force him to do it when he was huddled in the back of his mind, enjoying a who-the-fucking-cares-mind-bender and let them do all of the work? The itching happened, it scratched at the back of his mind, forcing his chest upward and his mouth to open. He formulated the thoughts that hid unbidden into his thoughts. “Yes.” Good, little puppet. Now stand in the middle of the circle and put your hands together. Rideaux obeyed. Now… Take your arms apart. Rideaux did so. His arms spreading wide as they could go, fingertips shaking with threaded strings of mana that hung around him. The leylines of the planet slowly forced them downward, a language that was an old as time formed before him, the original language; primordial, ancient, draconic. It was then he began to see the words, the wind blew past him casting leaves ahead of him as the edges of the diagram began to glow. Shards of light began to form, earth crenulated upward around his ankles, the tips pressing deep into the flesh forcing a grunt from him. The ruby gem flared. Sweat baubled at the tip of Rideaux’s head, hair matted and swept downward as the earth crawled slow by slow inch upward, swirling upward around his body. His breaths came quicker, panting the few precious breaths, he heard the rumbling laugh at the base of his mind. The scratching turned fierce, jutting inward, shattering his mind and lurching Rideaux forward. A slab of earth rose up and slammed into his throat, cresting into him and forcing his breath from him. Pulse. Pulse. Coruscate. Pulse. Dear human, did you think we would not notice your preparation? We are old as the very earth, old as the very cosmos themselves. Do you think because yo— The ruby gem blasted and flared. Markings flared along Rideaux’s arms and rushed upward over his neck, tattooing and sending out a powerful glow. Rideaux cried with laughter. Fists curled, he drew his arms together as his magic circuits pumped through him. The stone yet stopped coming toward him. “Oh?” He curled a smirk, and withdrew his arms away from the stone and extended his neck upward and then as he was told, he slammed his fists together, this time with veins of ruby sparks shooting around his form as his fists collided. Explosive-red hot energy kicked a gale around his frame, sending earth crumbling beneath him. But yet not did the earth leave his grasp, nor did the plan remain unfinished. Rideaux rode down the language’s original path, followed to the very core of the Primordial writhe of flesh, and he reached out with his gangly, gnarled fists and grasped the gems from the crown’s around the flesh’s bed. The darkening laughter turned to visceral cries as he ripped the gems, one by one, and then socketed them to his arms, enhancing and empowering his own body through the coursing aether. As the energy dawned upon Rideaux, he let out a curdled laugh and roared his primal usurping. “Paragons. Paragons. Paragons.” Rideaux spat to the fucking earth. “You believe to control me so easily? YOU THINK YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU CAN DO WITH ME?!” Rideaux cried. He stomped his feet to the symbol, drew the heel of his foot downward, and then he spun around, curving several more axis strikes into the planet beneath him. The gems all aligned within his arms, pulsing in his biceps and forearms, the arcing lightning shattered the aether into immediately mana to be absorbed into his own body. “You wanted to use me for a summon, right? How about… I show you a true Paragon.” Rideaux slammed his hand into the earth. All went dark, moonlight was cascaded into complete stillness. And then a cry was heard. The earth erupted skyward, and the very planet quivered in pain.
  5. The Festival of Love Hostility would never be found as those coming to her aid would eventually stand down, and meander back to doing as they would. Several caravans had popped up around the edge of the clearing, large rounded mobile wagons that forefronted a canopy made of leather and two sticks that stabbed the earth with rapturous glee. In and out, small forms would enter and create a cacophony of sound. Fires lit and breathed as the night was slowly passing. Chatter filled as white noise and Alicia could not stop her smile. “Ah… Itou… Ah.” She pondered how she was going to formulate her next words. Would they even make sense? Did this man deserve an explanation? It would be a point of interest to take note that she would not know the events that had transpired after the Paragons had been restored, but instead she would only cross her arms over her chest. Just as swiftly as she had appeared to Lee, her clothing shaped into that of a longer attire of black leather trews and a long buckled coat. A shrug finally rolled from her. “I can tell you that we are indeed in Valucre, a few kilometers—maybe less—from Last Chance. I’m heading…” She shrugged again, turning on the ball of her feet, she’d beckon him with a smile and start heading toward one of the open flames. Three logs sat around the pyre, flames roared at the air with vicious tongues that lapped for energy. The closest log was offered for her and another to him; she would lean into her own, a nice privy moment from everybody else was absolutely necessary to provide him with the details that he may be interested in. “Simply put… There are worlds outside of this one. Unfortunately—and fortunately—I was offered a mission to come here and track down two abominations that harbored the fragments of a Titan. Now… things get kind of tricky when I decided to be lazy, because they were just worthless kids, why should I have to actually expend my own energy to get them? So I fragmented parts of my souls and created these things known as Avatars. Presumably… you met my Avatar of War, and apparently fertility, my much younger self. And then there was Justice…” Her hand shaped her jaw as she thought of her. Justice was a woman born of creativity and heart, strength and power, but Justice craved to create; whether or not that included her body, she ached to be remembered. “Alas, neither accomplished either goal. Now I have two runts to hunt down: either putting a sword into their throat, or banishing them…” She trailed off. Ahem—Right. An apology. “Personally, I am quite sorry you were dragged into this. But if my memory serves me right, you are from the land known as Genesaris, yes? After I meet with my informant in a bit, I will be heading to a tower located in the Cold Mountains region if you would like a way back home. Unless you have other means to teleport or whatnot, it’d be nice to travel with acquaintances, yes?” Her voice was just a slight tenor deeper, and that unnerved her for some reason. Alicia was never one to be known to raise the pitch of her voice when talking to someone she bore interest in, so when her tone remained uninflected… she pondered its meaning.
  6. The Queen of Bile Seph’s head hung over the edge of the couch, her blonde hair cascading like a river bathed in sunlight. Pleasure seared through her body like tiny fingers that danced over her skin, each little stroke she felt pulling a gentle gasp from her throat. It was always a temptation to give into the serenity of feelings, it was even more a temptation to give the one who made her feel this way the pleasure of her lips croaking a sound of indecency. Lips parted, a rush of air, teeth found flesh and ruby droplets dribbled down her jaw. The intensity rose and roared within her, a fiery volcano that promised to erupt. A singular fist found matted brown hair, and she jerked her lover closer to the heat between her legs. Hips bucked in vicious need as the volcano hit the caps, so did her mind find elucidation. The heaven parted ways, and Seph shuddered with rapid convulsions. A single sigh passed the moment and she lowered her eyes to the creature beneath her. He was not exactly a pretty thing with scars ruining his face in various gashes that left swiss cheese for appetizing, but he had his uses. She shoved him back to the floor and moved to straddle him. Taking care to poise that villainous spear to her sex, she smirked. “Caim, did you happen to find that villainous wretch who hunts my glyph?” Caim’s lips turned into a smile, he could not speak, but Seph found that to be far more useful. Expressions were… however, quite delicious, her hips lowered and she created her own. The Festival of Love They called him silver eyes. Or that was the name the troupe had given him. He was bent over his instrument, a strange object that protruded with pipes and strings, a hole filling the middle where sound could escape with the thrum of each digit. To Alicia, the sound was absolutely beautiful, to others it was a cause for a feast. Mr. Silver Eyes, or Baldric as she affectionately knew him as played his music with compositing glory. She hummed to the song she had heard a thousand times before. A tale of the twin stars that collided, creating the very Multiverse about them, over eight hundred billion collections coming together for a single purpose and single mind. Families created of each star, wars beginning to claim those stars, and soon it began all over again. It was supposed to be a tragedy, but Alicia never really saw it as that. Instead she saw it as a means of time constantly arraying to fix itself, to ensure that every death began anew… just in another point in time. A sound emerged and drew her attention, she looked over the festival. Nearly sixty people had gathered, each of them varying builds and races. Though hating to admit it, it consisted mainly of their unit. There were eighteen of them sent from a faraway land, beget to recover a stolen artifact that had been sealed deep within the relics of a land known as Genesaris. However, when the boundaries between the worlds had become unstable: they arrived here, and at a much later date, of course they were not aware of this until they noticed the alignment. And so did the alignment continue, adjusting for every single person that did not belong. Once immortals now mortal, immunities were granted brief protection, and the aether that powered their gem stones were sucked dry, running on limited fuel. Mana seemed to be entirely the power consistence and the transfer rate was much slower than they were used to. The leylines forced a jurisdiction that they could not remove, and so they went with it. After enough testing, she was still a shadewalker and a mimic, so that was all she cared for. Another sound. She stood up quickly and stepped off the raised platform bleachers. Gentle feet pressed upon the grass, causing blades to yield to her impressive callouses. Someone shouted her name but she held up a hand, and swept back her eyes raven hair. An amethyst gaze warded the area, and she saw someone headed their direction. Could this person actually see them? A soft jump scored her several yards, another brought her closer and soon she was at perimeter of the wold. Her head gave a curious tilt as moonlight soon came, and as random people who had waded their way in to see the troupe had flickered in and out of existence. The alignment solidified, partitioning in everyone at once and Alicia felt a cold slime go down her back, and she knew they were trapped until they found the breacher. Until then… this newcomer, she made her way over to him with light travel and soon would find him. “Who… are…” Her brain seized and she gasped, staggering a fist to her forehead. Memories flooded her in a complete instant, drawing her in and filling her mind. A young girl at the beach with her appearance had met this man… They spoke… She got lost. They came to a city, a battle in the restaurant, Uriel… No, that was not Uriel… that was… She clenched her fists, she was taken… swept away into a sea. Where did she go? She heard voices shouting, a few men rushing over to her and she held up a hand to stop them as her posture straightened. A gaze fell onto Aurelius, her lips curved into a flashing smile. Alicia knew this man. “Aurelius! So you saved me, after all? I am so happy to hear that!” Should Aurelis call back to the woman way back, he would notice only a few visual differences. Unlike the so-called Avatar that Uriel had claimed, Alicia was slightly older. Nearing her thirties with shoulder-length black hair that surrounded her like a crown, her violet eyes less pronounced and darker. Though in her usual fashion, she wore a long white dress that clung to her body, hugging a thin waist and round hips. A svelte frame danced onto one foot briefly and she continued her smile. “Come, let us have a drink and you can tell me all that happened.” They were, after all, back in the Wilds of Terrenus unchanged.
  7. The Festival of Love The rubble exploded upward of fifty thousand miles into the air! Or so proud Rideaux thought as he rolled out of the stone mound that surrounded him, and the rest of this miserable fucking place. Blood was spat there, ankles dragged there, and he crawled to the pitiful glory that he called his second in command. The bloodied bruiser was beaten to snot and smithereens, his teeth laying in a heap in every direction that the Cosmos themselves would be proud to say they were stars. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Rideaux smacked him! He slapped him! He bent down and bit at his eyes, and then he tossed his head, a guttural sound left him in a vicious cry that would sent the most curdling wolves to their dens. He rolled to his back, grasping at his chest with hurdled breaths. Gasping, he finally sat up; standing took a moment later, and Rideaux traveled around the torn down Garrison. He could barely recall the concussive force… Wait. Why am I not dead? Rideaux looked over his arms, the sleeves torn into jagged edges, armor ripped aside to unveil blackened fragments sputtering like pus from his wounds. Squealing from the sight, Rideaux shook his arm and glanced again to see the armor was unkissed by damage, shining as brilliant as ever. Silver. Prideful. Articulate. Worry not, my child. You have only glimpsed into what I have in store for you. Your pitiful vessel is starting to falter already. The voice echoed within, and Rideaux screeched. “What the fuck!? You! You caused this! You did this! You! You!” You… Rideaux looked around him. The Garrison was fucking smashed, every little ounce of defenses magical and physical were cluttered into piles of rubble and wooden discard. For the first time since he had risen from the fucking black hole of death, Rideaux felt powerful. Was he immortal? What was this vessel nonsense? Did it matter if Rideaux captured that bouncing little blue cock? These were all questions Rideaux had. He wandered the graveyard in childlike wonder, gleefully giggling at the marks of blood and sigils left behind. Carefully making his way into the blackened obelisk, he had been ejected out of. It was less of its former glory, the insides lacked the mysterious gloom that echoed before. The magical fields were all dispelled, revealing a rather tiresome room that was an eyesore for the mighty Rideaux himself. What was once a mystical staircase that led down a path of wonder, the trapdoor was flecked open and smoke boiled out of it. Hesitating at first, Rideaux thought otherwise, and traversed down the stairs to the pit where a large slab of stone lay. And in the center of that stone was… nothing. “Hey! Voice thing! Is this some sort of fucking joke? What the dicks? Where is the girl? I had plans for her! Where is she!?” Thrashing around the room, Rideaux began throwing various objects, not once thinking that a body as large as the females would fit in the ordinary size of a bucket. “What the fuc—“ Rideaux gagged. The voice boomed. “…! T-Thank you. You have removed the seals, and now we will rise.” The honored guest has arrived, my child. Your vessel shall evolve… beyond your comprehension! Are you excited to finally ascend to Godhood? Your filthy sins shall be purified… You are my … Rideaux screamed. Twas oft naught when a planetary diversion prevented warping… did strange things occur. Twould be the very hands of fate that twisted the Obsidian Butterfly, turning back time and cowering the divergent participants, bullying them without so much thought to negate their own feelings. For it would become soon obvious to the wandering city-man that the world Vayne had dragged twas not exactly their own. Caked boots would not be the very thing that Aurelius should find himself too worried about. For every step he was drawn closer into the Butterfly’s weave. Mayhaps he would notice… was it four times or five times did that very same rock appear? Did that out grove appear to be very reminiscent of the one he passed awhile back? It was very possible that this man was very tired of being dragged through nightmarish shit that he did not deserve an ounce of, that he should be rewarded… after all. In the distance, look! Look there! Do you see? Flames… abound. The sounds of chatter and music breathed life into the forest. Dim campfire would coruscate the surrounding milieu, a grove washed in light as it enticed and beckoned. The smell of food called, the chatter of drink and wine begged, and the safety of the hearth could not have been even more clear. Did this man finally deserve respite? After all he had went through… Perhaps. Finally, when the wyrm had sat himself aperched did Vayne get a moment to herself. Deep breaths were always a forced thing, but she had to take the careful measures. It was only when Aurelius had traveled too far out of sight did Vayne collapse, her fingers raking the mud and blood expelled from her. The pain wracked her lithe frame, causing her a moment of indignity. She had no true way to tell how many heartbeats it took for her to regain her composure, for her to finally sit on her haunches and stare upward to the sky. How many promises did she make to her mother? That she would save her from that tyrant? Memories flashed to the garrison being destroyed, the shockwave that pulsed and brought a wave of resolution to her plans. Cerulean eyes going wide, she let herself shake for a moment. The lives that were lost, that she used for the sheer thought that this world may be capable of helping her. No longer hearing the voice of Aurelius, she wondered where he would go. Perhaps she could catch up to him and recruit him for gold, or sex, or whatever it is these strange barbaric men loved. Hopping to her feet, she turned to head after the fading sound when everything went mute. The area grayed around her very form, and she felt the force first before hearing it. A crackling ripple blasted behind her, halting her in her steps and the shockwave followed. Unlike the one before where she had anticipated and could flee from it, this one smacked her like a brick wall. It drove her to her back, stealing air from her lungs, and forcing her to accept the pain that followed. Dread immediately settled into her mind, and she felt the claws sweep into her. They dug deep, rooting and infesting and the voices pierced. Mnn… C-child… Child of the Gods. We. Are. Free. Images flashed within, like a slideshow they reeled in front of her vision, swimming. A tower in a cold distant mountain, magic pooled into the depths of the explosive crater, and nine figures stood around a depraved center. In the very center of the crater lay a defiled monstrosity, its enormous body was restrained by the Nine; energy being absorbed into the bindings that enslaved it. Vayne whistled… a poor attempt, but she did her best. The wyrm let out a vacuous roar, pitiful and childish, it took off. The Paragons have awakened.
  8. The tiny box in the left corner of Alicia’s HUD continued to ping at her. It was another sign to tell her that a mission has popped up in the area. Still, this wasn’t the time for such silly nonsense. Raising her left hand with gentle digits, she swiped at the air. Of course that is how the population around her would view her; but in this case, she was moving the annoying, pinging box to the left. It would stick to the side frame of her HUD and remain consciously out of thought for now. There’d be a tiny [1] beside it, but that would be it. A few hundred yards down the south east of Ashville’s beautiful and momentous city was the rather large and enormous lake it was attached to. Alicia laid calm on the sandy beach with her eyes closed and the sunhat over her head. The sounds of children playing a few yards out with the hush-hush whispers of their parents made Alicia’s smile widen. It had been quite a while since she had found time for herself. Considering her latest memories have finally reformed and she remembered everything about her situation; she was quite happy with the events going on. She could suspect that her agent, who was an obnoxious asshole, was going to be buzzing her HUD in another second. How many times did she have to say that she was on vacation? Like, gee, wasn’t it enough that she had to take over someone ELSE’S project? Couldn’t she have time for herself? Austere abandoned her. As did the Birdwatcher; yeah, she encountered her future self. The woman had grown weak, and she simply absorbed the woman. Time compression was a silly thing once you knew how to manipulate it. So everything became a singularity for her. Now she had two new interesting abilities in her [ Time ] belt. Haste and Resonate Warp. Whatever the latter was, Alicia saw the marking beside it in the skill belt. Offensive and Not permitted. So she simply unequipped the skill until she was doing another job. A gentle breeze flew along the beach and knocked her sunhat off. The flimsy object rolled to the side and she sat up. Dressed in a violet bikini that left barely any imagination left, she reached to grasp the hat and place it upon her charcoal colored hair. A pale swim skirt covered her violet bikini bottoms as she glanced out onto the open waters. Alicia had a small frame, and she was thinner than most. The average weight of her class was a few pounds heavier. She was incredibly lean at the height of five-five. Long slender legs that were balanced between muscle and fat, her stomach was just as toned as the rest of her. The bikini cups held a small basket-full and one of her pet-peeves. Though despite her abnormal nature and development, she loved what she could and did not show hate toward anymore. A ghostly smile that was forever protected by innocence. The sand, although hot and soothing, had become rather uncomfortable to her. Violet hues flicked around her to find a better spot and none seemed to show itself. Ruby muscle rolled to moisten chaste lips, she leaned her chin onto her palm. What was it that called her to such a place? [Spoiler] Enter: Alicia Winter[/spoiler]
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