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Namiko didn’t have the time to spare towards the feelings of having touched her new found coven sister in such an intimate way, but fought to spread the light and purification of her manipulation of water towards the group of bloated bodies that fought against Tana. Feeling the rush of her water spread over her feet and clash against the thick black ooze that flowed from the bodies, a change in Namiko’s expression showed strained as she tried to push it further into the room. The sound of the three that stood over Tana crashed over the furniture across the room as she was given a break as the purification of her waters tried to nullify the darkness that threatened them.

Namiko felt every muscle in her body stiffen as she tried to walk further into the room, her hands and energy trying to command the waters to engulf the bodies of the darkness ridden humans. The very way the black ooze looked seeping from every orpheus of their body was horrifying, what struck a little fear in Namiko was the fact that they were nearly resisting the light of purification her manipulation of water brought. She pushed and pushed, her body struggling to move against all of the darkness that was turning her water like a virus.

Gritting her teeth Namiko looked as if she was pushing against something that couldn’t be seen, the torrent of destruction could be seen in the wear of the bodies, and the splash on the walls. Whispering to herself a prayer to the goddess, she felt the urgency to pull for the gift of the coven even more than ever. With the power just recently given in just a short amount of time ago, she felt the after effects dimming against this dark plague.

Nearly forgetting the Matriarch that stood in the bathroom behind her, she felt the sudden grasp of her hands on her shoulders. The very touch of her against her flesh gave way to a rush of relief, her shoulders gave a little in the touch of her coven sister. A vision flashed suddenly before her eyes, an image of not only her present coven sister, but each other one pushing up behind one another lending their strength.

The way their gifts merged together against the darkness emitted such blinding light, pushing the electrified waters faster and harder against the infected which threatened their very existence. Their persistence pushed out the disease from the humans, leaving their body empty of life in the middle of their room. Looking around the room, she felt her sister’s grasp disappear as she too moved into the middle of the room.

The very darkness they were up against didn’t leave much saving to be done, it used up the very physical body of the people leaving their spirit nothing to live through. The very compliment from the Matriarch didn’t really make Namiko feel so good, as she genuinely felt as if she would lose to the plague that threatened all of Dougton. Looking up to the walls where she had pointed, Namiko would soon follow to look out the window which screamed against the pain of the ooze seeping in.

“I don’t understand? How could we have not sensed this while we were in here?” Turning to meet the misty gaze of the Matriarch, she shivered to the thought of the streets running with this black goo. Of course the fountain at the clinic had to be major win for them, it would stem through the city like roots of a tree. Startled by the sound of Tana’s voice, Namiko walked to retrieve her massive fan. Securing the massive weapon and tool to her back, she protectively moved to grab for the Matriarchs hand unsure of how she was feeling after such a taxing ritual.

Giving her hand a tight squeeze, Namiko followed Tana out to the big window of the Inn. Watching as she cleared the glass to allow her to exit, urging them to go first Namiko pulled the Matriarch to the window. “You first, I will cushion your drop.” With what little energy she had left from her major push against the darkness, she used her senses to feel for the water she left running in the bathroom of their inn room. Namiko called to the water urging it to flow through the halls of the inn, pulling it like waves in the ocean crashing against the shoreline. Her intentions were being putting forth, to use the water like a large wave to flow them from the window to the ground with an ease one could only hope for.

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"It is a mystery to me too, Sister," the Matriarch said as she allowed herself to be guided to the window's edge. "It appears the enemy has found a way to become more formidable. I worry for the status of the clinic and the amulet. We must find a way to get there as soon as possible. Without delay." 

The Matriarch paused, turning her gaze at her Sister. Her porcelain face contorted slightly; as if through the complex spindles of her vision, she read Naimko's internal tribulations. She glanced back into the room, at the magnitude of dead bodies, and then placed a hand on her sister's shoulder. When she spoke, her voice was soft and full of understanding.

"We will save this town, Sister. This poison has run deep, it is a travesty. Not all will be saved. Do not let its despair your resolve though. The seed you planted within the fountain may have the ability to reverse the effects in those not so taken as these victims, as your magic has done in the past. We must have faith in the Great Spirits, and in yourself."

Still, even as she spoke it, her mind contemplated how to accomplish such a task. During the ritual, much calamity had transpired in the town; as rapid and deadly as plague. She brandished hope at the thought that if they purified the source of the depravity, they still may reverse the curse. A small and ashamed part of her feared she placed too much weight on Namiko's magic. But I saw it...She thought to herself. My visions do not lie.  She reminisced when they rested on the edge of Coconino Creek, where the Third Eye opened and showed her an amazing display of light and purity conquering the darkness. All from the witch before her. She too had to have faith in the Great Spirits, and stand by her beloved devotion to her sister. 

The increasing sounds of trampling steps in the outside hallway drew her attention from her thoughts. She'd have to think more at the fountain; something inside her told her the answer would be there.

"You first, I will cushion your drop." 


Her trust unshakable, the Matriarch nodded. She palpated the window seal and then climbed cautiously on the edge. Feeling the advent of Namiko's magic, she awaited the right moment and then rode the waves in a graceful glide to the ground below. It was a good decision, for the blessed waters cleared the veiny  earth of its ebony afflictions before they landed. The witch landed with bent knees, metallic armor and raven hair dripping as she stood. She immediately placed a hand to her lips with a stifled breath. There wasn't a smell within the air, but the saturation of dark magic resembled a toxic haze in the streets, It that made her reluctant to breathe.

Tana leaped after them and landed with ease onto the ground. The orc surveyed the area with a disgruntled expression. The advent did not seem to attract the attention of the few wandering patrons lurking the streets. They instead walked with inebriated steps lost to whatever was depraving their bodies. It was possible many were still early in the stages of their infection. The orc turned her crimson gaze to the ground, flaring her nostrils in disgust as the ink gradually tried to crawl its way back in her path. 

"What do you want to do?" The orc asked her native tongue.

"Get to the clinic, quietly," the Matriarch responded.

Tana nodded and approached the Matriarch. She gripped the woman under the thighs and cradled the witch in her arms. The Matriarch was blind and her magical vision was hazed by unnatural atmosphere. She wouldn't be able to sneak through the town without slowing them down. Tana looked to Namiko.

"Follow me," she grunted and sprinted into the one of the alleyways snaking between the buildings.

The town was eerily quiet for dusk.  Though crimson light was expected to shine from the horizon, it managed little success. The sky looked suffocated like smoke snuffing the glare of a fire. They took to the more aphotic pathways of the streets, clear of lanterns or window light. They were guided by the crimson eyes of the orc, accustomed to the drab tunnels of Mount Ariadne. Several persons were seen even in these dismal roads; leaning against the walls with enameled eyes or hunched to the earth as if invisible hooks speared their spines. A few times they were already violent, hissing like ravenous animals  and  lurking with broken and contorted bodies through the darkness. They managed to avoid conflict with them. The ink covered pavement made it particularly difficult to maneuver; strides often becoming skips and leaps over the tainted earth.

With their deliberate and persistent detours, the sun was long gone from the skies by the time they reached the hedges and fences of the clinic. The sky was now an onyx hue, moonless and churning with swirls of smoky clouds. The clear patches were wiped of stars. All specks of nature's light had been murdered from the night.

 Tana approached the clinic slowly. The fences of the property were collapsed into splintered lumber. Smoke seeped from newfound gaps in the rooftop and the tense silence of death cascaded the area.

"It's clearer here," The Matriarch stated as she removed herself from Tana's arms. It was true; despite the destructive appearance, the black slithering earth came to a halt near the boundaries of the edifice. A cerulean orb of light extended from a hidden source beyond the rubble, bringing color to the desolate air.

"You're back," came a rock-grinding voice from the shadows. Kana made her way into view. Her body was covered in bruises and gashes. Blood crusted her arms and thighs and soaked through her fur clothing.

"You look like Hell," Tana said to her twin sister. 

"Been through it. Was fantastic.

The orcs shared a chuckle. The Matriarch was not entertained by their quip. She approached Kana, gazing her face left and right for someone that was obviously missing. 

"Kana, where is the the Bodyguard and the amulet?" She spoke their tongue because she couldn't afford to miss a detail.

"Taken by them cloaked ones. Swarmed this place like bats with your kind of voodoo. Did what we could, but they surrounded him in these weird chains and carried him the skies. Bastards probably dead."

The Matriarch narrowed her eyes.

"And the people of the clinic?"

"Got in the way with their squealing and pan-"

"Are they alive, Kana?"

Kana grunted at the concern and crossed her arms. "The old man and the young ones. Others were taken by madness. We killed them. The fountain seemed to shield those three from it though. It seemed more alive than usual. The hooded ones came only after we slaughtered the bunch, didn't seem too keen on staying with the fountain shining so bloody brightly. Were quick to use that voodoo and flee." 

The Matriarch frowned heavily. It was possible the rouged assailants were initially expecting the orcs to hold back in face of possessed enemies but were sorely mistaken. She wouldn't have expected the orcs to hold back nor show mercy to anyone that attacked them. It still made her remembered how much she hated their brutal and unforgiving nature. So many wasted lives.

"Take us to the fountain."

"As you wish."

They climbed over the rubble and into the herbal garden of the clinic. Many of the plants had faded into dusty ashes and rot upon smoldered dirt, but as they approached the cerulean glow, there was a change. The garden started to revitalize; herbal flora not only growing but flourishing. The plants brandished an ultraviolet glow within their veins, creating a circle of luminescence. At the center was the fountain; its spewing waters possessed a ghostly lightness to it, seeming to float within the air before descending into the pools at its feet. A mist rose from the basin, producing the celestial glow that daunted the night. The water itself had an azure fluorescent glow--as if galaxies were captured within the stream.


She never expected the fountain to be so breathtakingly extravagant. The Matriarch's faith in her visions cried in praise and rejuvenation. Namiko's magic seemed to have sentience; awakening and bearing arms in response to the desperate wails of suffering in the world around it.

As Namiko approached, it quivered with an enchanted dance like ocean waves against the boundaries of its chamber. The herb glimmered with a grateful glow as the wielder of their diamond covered leaves stepped upon their earth. If she approached closer, the fountain extended with tendrils  into the air with a yearn for her touch. 

"Oh, Sister." The Matriarch whispered, placing her hands to her lips in a stunned silence. She fought back emotions from her eyes and instead exhaled through smiling lips. "This is what we needed. This will save the town."

Only Namiko could wield this weapon though.

"You've returned," came an old and withered voice. From behind the fountain, the old physician of the clinic limped into view. At his feet came his two grandchildren, trembling and frightened from the past events. 

"They came in your absence," he explained. "There were so many...My staff..They..." His voice broke. He said couldn't bring himself to say it. "The orcs protected us, but then these hooded guys appeared. Seven of them. They came with horrible magic that overcame the largest one. They took him away. "

The Matriarch couldn't see them, but she recognized his voice.

"Do you know where they went?"

"I do not." He said regretfully. "Though they went to the skies in the north. There is a desolate sanction there with a lone cabin. No one travels there. It has a horrible past."

The Matriarch suddenly remembered her premonition, the one she shared with Namiko at the campsite. It had to be the same place. Where they would have their final battle.

"Sister," she looked to Namiko. "I feel we are losing great time by the second. They may  have everything they need to complete the summoning. If we don't stop it, this darkness may not only overcome Doughton, but the entire continent. "

She approached Namiko, grasping her hands tightly. "I need your guidance, as  this is your magic. You're the one that will stop this monster from being summoned. What do you think we should do?"  

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Encouraging waves flowed over her from the words of her coven sister, watching as she flowed with the water to land on her feet in the one spot cleared by her waters. Bracing herself on the frame of the window, she would glace back towards the room that laid with the bodies of innocent people drawn into this dark battle.

Bracing herself to allow her to step up onto ledge, she fell with the water that flowed through the window towards the patch of earth that had been purified. Landing with the slight bend of her knees, she watched as Tana followed suit. Overhearing Tana speak to the Matriarch in Orc, Namiko watched as the waves that came through the window turned to a trickle of water as she cut her magi off from the manipulation of the water.

Turning in time to watch the Matriarch get swept up into Tana’s arms and told to follow, Namiko followed as closely as she could. Keeping light on her feet to move as quietly as possible, they ran through the town that was completely tainted by the dark miasma. Her amber hues watched as they passed the twisted bodies of the souls who had no chance against the miasma, it was as though they weren’t even aware of them running past.

A deep rage filled her core as she watched those who were infected get past by them, as they approached the clinic where they had been only hours before the fence was nearly destroyed. Namiko could feel the beacon of her magic in the fountain that laid in the garden behind the clinic, it’s light pulled at her very being.

While Kana and Tana shared a quip among themselves and the Matriarch assessed the situation, Namiko was already moving towards the fountain that called to her soul. She already knew what she had to do with the magic she and imbued the fountain with, the very purification of the fountain seemed to grow brighter the closer she got to it.

Noticing the old man and his grandchildren have survived pushed more courage into her heart. Having given into the whim of the light, Namiko seemed to have lost herself within her soul as she was leaning into the very light of the fountain when she was addressed by her coven sister. Turning from her place at the fountains side, she could feel the waters extending under the ground like roots in a tree. “I must push the waters through the ground like blood in our veins, I can guide them towards the north to chase out the dark miasma.” Giving her sister’s hands a tight squeeze, she would linger in the warmth of them while feeling the rough skin of her hands used for the work they had done.

“This would mean we will have to travel towards the cabin that is the source of the miasma, in time the purified waters will touch other sources and purify them adding to the strength. I will have to pull strength from the coven of course..” Deep inside she knew this would be a very taxing process for her, which could end up with her sleeping for days.

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The Matriarch silently listened to Namiko’s plan, imbibing the information and allowing it to churn with her existing thoughts. When her sister finished, the Matriarch only closed her eyes. Like in the hotel room, she focused her senses through the darkness to locate the source. It seemed an impossible task a moment ago. Like finding a shadow in an aphotic room, the haze of iniquity was clouding its source. However, the provided guidance from the old man and clarity from the fountain gave her a path of focus. She extended her feelers through to the north, allowing her Third Eye to peak a glint at the threads of possibility.

A great beast descends from the skies in a fury of insanity. Crimson eyes glow with tears of back. Anger and murderous intent roar from tusked fangs. It barrels over them when with a battle ax the size of a small tree, muscles rippling with pulsating veins. Its entire body consumes them with the terrible smell of brimstone and coal...Her body lays broken, blood spilling from her skull, cast against the bowed torso of a broken tree...

The Matriarch slowly opened her eyes, deciphering the premonition with a heavy heart, and accepting the very real possibility of what awaited them in the North. She said nothing to Namiko. She only exhaled and nodded with resolved agreement. This was the way it had to be.

"I'm with you, Sister."

The increasing danger rose her adrenaline like a dagger pressing into her throat, but she visually remained calm and immune to apprehension. She had to stay strong, despite the battle she foresaw.

“We will travel to this cabin, purifying as much as we can on the way. It is likely the closer we get to the source, the greater the resistance to the purification there will be. We will have to defeat these rouged elves to completely cleanse it.”

The Matriarch knelt down, brushing her hand against the herbal leaves; her fingers were so pearl and pale that they practically reflected the shifting colors of the magic. She plucked several of the herbs and stood.

“But we must protect ourselves from being possessed. This may combat any corruption while it is in our systems.” She offered Namiko a herb and then turned to the orcs.

Tana. Kana. Eat one of these.”

They immediately grunted in protest.

We don’t eat plants, only meat.”

“Looks disgusting.”

The Matriarch merely narrowed her eyes. Obliged by their enslaved souls, the orcs could only sneer at the witch as they both took a herb and chewed disgruntled like a child with a bowl of vegetables. They gagged and shook their heads in disapproval but swallowed obediently. Though the orcs were particularly resilient and somewhat protected from betrayal by their arcane chains of servitude, the witches couldn’t afford them becoming enemies. Tana and Kana were too formidable to risk possession.  Satisfied, the white witch held out herbs to the children and old man.

“Take these. The fountain may no longer be able to protect you.”

They took them gratefully with voices of thanks. The Matriarch slipped the last herb into her carmine lips, chewing it gradually. It was bitter like a raw plant but held a certain sweetness that washed through her body. She suddenly felt invigorated and fresh, like mediating under the brisk virgin waterfalls of the spring. The sensation melted down her body, cleansing whatever toxins she absorbed from their journey and rooted into the earth at her feet.

“Okay…We travel north to make our stand against this terror.”

They took some precious moments to prepare. Kana fashioned new bone arrowheads from forgotten corpses and Tana sharpened her spear. The physician gathered leftover supplies from the clinic and with a few droplets of spring water, the Matriarch fashioned a total of three healing tonics. The tonics couldn’t do much against instantly fatal wounds but could slow lethal bleeding or make a broken ankle less painful. She provided one for Namiko, herself, and between the twin orcs. As time passed, perhaps only half of an hour, the dark clouds to the north began to swirl in a torrid vortex. The clouds began to collapse upon themselves as if slowly conjuring something into reality. The wind picked up, deathly cold and filled with howling sounds. A flash a cerulean lightning manifested in the distance, followed by booming thunder. Slowly droplets started to fall from the skies, ice upon the skin. It appeared whatever was happening in the north began precipitating a storm. They could wait no longer. The Matriarch turned to Namiko.

“Sister, reach into yourself and feel the Coven’s Soul. Draw upon the energy that binds your magic into mine.  Though I am wary, I will offer all that I can.”

She closed her eyes and focused. From her body came lightning that churned and crackled around her. Her raven hair grasped the energy and flailed in unison. Namiko would feel the potential building deep within her own body as if she were the very one conjuring it. She had accessed the power as if it were her own. She needed not permission to harness it, but only the desire to use it. Through the roadways of the sisterhood, The Matriarch offered her energy.

“Do with it as you desire, Namiko and lead us. We shall follow you.”

Tana and Kana stood nearby, awaiting for Namiko to lead them into battle.   


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"I'm with you, Sister."

Her words pushed the courage in her heart to grow, adding to the light of the magi in her body that powered the purity in the waters that now protected them. Watching with her amber hues as the Matriarch knelt down gathering the herbs that have been purified with the touch of the spring waters that flowed from the fountain, she knew what her intent was before her words were spoken.

Taking her pick of the herbs, she would carefully push them past the pale pink of her lips. The taste of the greens were refreshing against her palate, it made her feel like she had slept a week with no interruptions. Energy flowed through her with easy, coaxing her chakras to open to their full potential.

With the plan put into motion to travel north towards the thicker darkness, to take on the elves that threatened the very lives of this town. Namiko watched as each one of her companions did their rituals in preparations, happily taking the tonic her coven sister prepared. Lost in her mind, she would find herself pulling open the massive fan that usually rested on her back. Inspecting her totem, she would carefully folded it up and replaced it upon her back.

What if I can’t purify the darkness? I can’t let my coven down, I can’t let myself fail?!  A battle was raging inside Namiko’s mind as she focused her energy in the core of her chakras. Pulling herself from the depths of her mind, the words of her sister pulled her back to the present. The touch of the icy droplets that fell from the sky was tinged with the darkness of those who threatened all life, looking up to the vortex of dark clouds she would smile. Turning her amber hues upon her sister, she was already reaching out to the rest of the coven drawing in the energy they offered for the fight.

“Thank you.” Namiko’s words were softly spoken, as she straightened herself up. Reaching for her coven sisters hands giving them a squeeze before letting them go, she started to lead the path towards only what the fates could know.

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The magic would be available to Namiko when she needed it; it would be up to her to determine how and when to utilize it.  Upon Namiko's word, the four moved out. Tana grasped the Matriarch once more underneath the thighs, sweeping her off into a run after Namiko. Kana following beside her. Under the guidance of Namiko's purification, they rushed intrepidly throughout the town. The Matriarch resigned herself to her sister's magic, trusting it to wash its effects from the town and protect them like the wings of a guardian angel. If fate was on their side, the town would be cleansed with their thread.

vNW0Ro8.jpgAs expected though, the poisonous mist congealed as they grew closer to the cabin. The frigid rain was like tears of Death, staining black upon the Matriarch's cheeks and filling her body with dread.  The ebony vortex within the skies churned with greater ferocity, generating an ominous zephyr that imprisoned the clouds into an obscuring smog. The buildings thinned and the paved road crumbled and faded away into ashen and bespattered dirt. Then the town just ended, leaving an open field of dead landscape cascaded by the infestation of miasma. The suffering skies bled crimson hues through wounds of capricious lightning.  The twin orcs abruptly stopped at the sight, muscles tensing and hesitating.  The silhouette of the cabin meekly formed against a slight carmine glow pouring down upon it. Surrounding it, the seven rouged figurines were even more elusive. Their uncomprehensive whispering amplified in the gusts and turned into screaming echoes across their ears.

As the fountain water dared to cross the threshold between the town and this wasteland, it was met with an instant force. As if an invisible barrier lined the field, the liquid collided and ceased, instead spreading along the rim of the dead earth. It was like when her waters battled the dark force from the inn assailants. Her purity and their evil fought to penetrate the other with its influence. Then as if responding to the threat, the miasma in the sky elongated like a snake and rushed towards the fluorescent threat, attempting to mask them both in its darkness.

Tana and Kana responded before the Matriarch could grasp the situation.  The witch's vision was very much hazed by the darkness and she couldn't distinguish specifics of magic like usual. It made her very, very blind. Tana sprung away with the witch in her hands to the far left. The amount of force needed to evade the gigantic wave of smoke made her tumble the landing, her ankle collapsing to the side. She released the Matriarch as she rolled violent against the ground. The Matriarch grunted a stolen breath as she too crumbled away from Tana in a momentum driven trundle. Coughing dust form her face, she sat up to her thighs with a quick recovery. The miasma had successfully created a wall between herself and Namiko, snuffing out the light she used to locate her sister. The white witch did not know whether Namiko was consumed by it, or dodged in the opposite direction. 


She rushed to her legs, Tana quickly beside her.

"Kana is with her, she seems okay." The orc said. 

Once more the crimson eyes of the orcs seemed to prevail in the situation. Feeling a wave of relief, the Matriarch looked back towards the cabin. A speck of crimson light illuminated there even through her unique and hindered vision. 

"Tana what is going on over there?"

Tana turned her eyes towards the cabin, focusing for a moment before answering.

"The rouged elves we fought earlier are around the cabin. Their hands on raised towards the amulet. It's floating above the cabin." 

The Matriarch narrowed her eyes, stepping closer to the cabin. It was nearly futile, until she managed to make out slight shifts of magic. Ebony streams were leaking from the cabin and the surrounding earth, flowing into the amulet's jewel. It was absorbing power from the atmosphere itself.

"This place..." she growled out. The physician said something dark had happened here in the past. In addition, the lackluster life in the dirt told her that whatever it was, it must have been so iniquitous that it imprinted a venomous aura into the land. A place where plants refused to grow and humans refused to tread. The summoners must have been harnessing this energy as a way to further empower the amulet. The way that vortex strengthened over cabin, it must have been channeling the gathered energy as well. The beast scraping its claws hungrily against the lock of its cage. They had to stop the summoning from completing.

"The mist is surrounding us," Tana suddenly said.  

The Matriarch looked around them. It was true. Like how the waters were surrounding the dead earth in attempt to reach it, the miasma was reflecting its route. They needed Namiko's magic to reach the ground. Its horrid and esoteric past was helping to fuel the summoning. Perhaps if they killed the summoners, they could break the barrier.

"Namiko!" she yelled.  With the miasma was traveling around the rim of the land, the mist between them was thinning. She thought she saw a speck of her sister's light. "Sister, we must reach the summoning circle before it is too late!"

Suddenly a great roar pierced the air. The Matriarch startled, her most recent premonition flashing across her eyes. Dropping from the skies was a huge creature. It landed with great force, crumbling the brittle surface into a small crater and scattering the rest of the miasma from between the sisters. The creature brought itself up from the crouched landing, flaunting its 8-foot height and brandishing a small tree sized battle-ax and cleaver blade within its hands. Yellow tusks as great as a prehistoric talons opened and roared out vibrations adorned with spit. His crimson eyes pulsated with black veins, and his tear ducts leaked with ink. It was the Matriarch's Bodyguard. He stood between the witches, an insane animosity cascaded over his demeanor and hefty breaths tightening his nude pectorals.

The Bodyguard turned his head left at the Matriarch and Tana, and then at the Kana and Namiko. There was no recognition within his eyes. Tana immediately placed herself in front of the Matriarch, drawing her spear. Where ever Namiko was, Kana did the same with an arrow loaded against her bow. The orcs knew they were in trouble, for the Bodyguard was the most powerful orc of their clan and now he was an enemy. 

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Running with Kana towards the darkness, the miasma that threatened the town and everyone that had escaped its clutches. Namiko felt the purity of her magic rushing along in the fountain waters that rushed to battle the dark ooze that surged towards them. The dark rain that fell from the vortex of clouds stained her cheeks, threatening to stain more than her flesh.   

The snake like funnel came crashing down from the sky with the intent to separate them, or possibly harm them. She didn’t have the time to scream a warning, she felt her legs spring her away from the others. The reaction happening so fast she tripped over some debris falling to her knees, feeling the sting of scrapes against the first layer of her flesh. Sucking in a sharp breath, Namiko quickly rose to her feet to find she was no where near the Matriarch or the other Orcs.

All the while her waters clashed against the black miasma, fighting a battle of its own as it pushed and pushed to purify the ground. Looking about her focusing on Kana nearby, Namiko pushed forwards through the mist and the vortex towards the cabin. Hearing the voice of her sister, she was able to find the summoning circle before her.

“I am here!”

Wishing she could just reach out for her sister’s hand; it was then she remembered she could in a way. Closing her eyes, she reached out for the Matriarch’s spiritual energy. Finding her just before her at the cabin, she knew she had to push her purifying energies to break the cycle. Before she could react to the sudden appearance of the bodyguard orc, Kana stood before her with her bow notched and ready to be loosed.

Reaching behind to the massive fan folded in place on her back, her weapon fell open with blades on each rib of the fan. Ready to use her fan, Namiko felt that it was best to allow the orc sisters to handle the massive bodyguard. She had to get to the circle, importantly with the Matriarch at her side. Turning abruptly to run towards the spiritual energy of her coven sister, the hand that held the massive fan let it fall back against the air flow that passed her as she ran. It traced the energies in the air changing the stream to an icy blue hue, as she pulled for the air to purify itself.

All she knew in her soul was they had to do whatever it takes to stop the elves and destroy the amulet. WHATEVER. IT. TAKES.

@Fallen Joy

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A great beast descends from the skies in a fury of insanity. Crimson eyes glow with tears of black. Anger and murderous intent roar from tusked fangs. It barrels over them when with a battle ax the size of a small tree, muscles rippling with pulsating veins. Its entire body consumes them with the terrible smell of brimstone and coal...Her body lays broken, blood spilling from her skull, cast against the bowed torso of a broken tree...

The Matriarch stared into the empty eyes of the insane Bodyguard. His crimson optics flared back with hell-borne cauldrons of possessed, mindless rage. The gravity of the foreseen future infected the witch's muscles and turned them to cemented pillars of fear.  The once frigid nature of the ebony rain seemed to transform into embers; her blood and body on fire. She felt pinned against a stake amongst flames of panic, the burn crippling and the debilitation growing like the inevitable scorch of flesh. 

 Then a sudden cerulean spin of water pushed through the inferno to douse her flames. A freeing sensation blossomed from the center of her core leaked to her trembling fingers and toes whilst washing away the burdening lead from her body. Life rekindled within her eyes as she realized it was from the Coven’s Soul. Namiko was pulling for their reunion.

She had to go to her.  No matter what. With that single responsibility and desire, fear vanished. Her legs moved practically on their own, the Matriarch running up the incline of the dark hill. 

 Like a tormented bull in a rodeo, the Bodyguard charged in furry after her. His steps were so wide that it took seconds to close the distance. He rose his gargantuan battle ax with the intent to murder the woman he'd sooner sacrifice his life to protect. The Matriarch’s eyes ignited with knowledge, she did not turn to her attacker but kept running up the hill. Seconds before ax could meet its mark, a bone arrow struck the temple of the traitorous beast. The impact diverted the ax only slightly, but severing only five hairs from the Matriarch’s crown. The wind from the strike, furious and great, blew the woman forward. She was airborne for moments than landed on the black wet earth with a throbbing heart. It wasn’t time. She stood and kept running.

 The Bodyguard roared in agony, as if the very act had caused him severe suffering. His muscles contorted and his eyes bled furiously. It was Luna’s curse afflicting him--his soul miles away convulsing from the betrayal. Yet he still yanked the arrow from his temple, his flesh and bone too hardened to bleed from such an attack, and set his eyes on the witch. Before he could pursue,  Kana  abruptly appeared in the air, her war cry loud as she slammed down onto the Bodyguard's shoulders and buried her spear deep into the nape of his collar bone. The spear lodged then instantly broke. Though tendrils of black leaked, the Bodyguard wiped around unfazed and gripped Kana’s entire head within his fist. With an violent throw, Kana flew at least twenty feet before sliding in a mangled mess across the earth. Tana immediately took her place, releasing a barrage of bony arrows sporting green hued tips. It was poisonous, but the Bodygaurd batted the arrows away with is ax. The few that hit barely marked his muscles. He advanced on her fast, forcing Tana to leap back as his ax split the earth where she once stood. The Bodyguard immediately spun with a backhand, his reach catching her midair and sending her flying in a series of gruesome cracks. 

 Kana stood and spit out blood, rubbing her crushed, broken nose. Driven by the obligation of her enslaved soul to protect the witches, she did not hesitate to charge back into the raging bull’s path. 


 Tana too, ignoring the pain of her several broken ribs and bruised lungs, stumbled to her feet and charged forward with an heaving breathes. Neither of them had no expectation to survive, but were determined to buy time. 

 The Matriarch's hands found her blade, tightening her grip as she and her sister ran towards the summoning circle from opposite ends. Like blood spilling from the wound, the darkness leaking from the  circle clotted and congealed into a tangible force that fought their advancement. The Matriarch's sight was loss to the darkness, but Namiko’s spiritual hand guided her through it. 

 Namiko waved her blade, her purifying magic impregnating the winds around her. The thickening darkness was weaker to her stride, she advanced further and faster than the Matriarch could. Her wind dyed the venomous air into light sky blues zephyrs of purification. As she advanced dangerously close, the elves responded. Though they did not break their circle, their echoing chants grew thunderous and angry.


 Their voices channeled into the skies and birthed a tremor that threatened to throw the witches off their feet. The rain became a horrid downpour, mating with the cackling sadistic skies and  flashing with crimson lightning. A sensation overcame the Matriarch, familiar and terrible like in their battle across the bridge. The dread drew her eyes to the skies. 

The clouds swirled more closely, honing  in to the floating amulet. The artifact began to pulse like a living heart, each beat invoking another quake into the earth.

 Then suddenly, as if the heavens were made of glass, the sky cracked. 

 Fissures sprouted from the center of the swirl, revealing bleeding wounds of carmine light. The realm of the demonic entity was attempting to open, the fractured sky the first sign of the swinging gates. The Matriarch threw a hand to her face, closing her eyes against the pelting rain. Her vision useless, she searched through her sensitivity of magic itself. Something was conjugating above then, beyond the fissures, seven points of origin where iniquitous energy gathered to be released. 

 An ominous sound hissed all around them like the sigh of Death. The imprisoned demon inhaled deep with lust, drawing power from behind the bars and ready to unleash it through the cracks.

 “Sister!”The Matriarch cried out through the screaming winds. “Beware the skies! It’s going to attack!”

 Even as she said it, there was little  she could do to stop it. Her future sight could not grasp what was going to happen next, so she acted on instinct. Slamming her blade into the ground, she knelt  with hands on the handle and summoned her strength. The blade began to crackling like the skies above them. White against red.  She had to protect Namiko, no matter the cost. Namiko was the key to their victory.

 Soon after, the demon unleashed seven great bolts of crimson lightning towards the earth. Their potency promised to not only kill but destroy the land upon which its victim stood.


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Namiko possessed great practice in the use of wind and water magic, two purifying magics that if properly mastered could heal nearly anything. This night she was being put to the test, a challenge brought upon her through the mysterious elves that wished to wash this land into utter darkness, to drain the life magic from the people who have prospered here for so long. 

Reaching out to her sister, pulling for her spiritual magic, Namiko could feel the fear that had risen up inside her. Though her fear didn’t last long, her own energy washed away any doubt and fear that had taken hold of the Matriarch. While she ran through the darkness dragging the purifying winds behind her with a massive blade fan, Namiko was determined to reunite with her sister. She needed the bond to push her magic through the earth, the wind, and waters to purify the miasma that consumed everything around them. 

Coming from opposite sides, the coven sisters thrust their magic towards the summoning circle of the mage elves. Whirlwinds of purification danced past Namiko with each thrust and pull of her fan blades, commanding the winds to push through the circle as she advanced. The push of the dark magic against her own was strong, it threatened to tear her down where she pushed with each step. 

“You CAN NOT STOP US!” Feeling the words scream from her mouth as she forced herself to reach the circle edge, feeling the waters of purification touching everything that grew around them and more. All the while Tana and Kana took on their brother in arms, dodging ax swings and taking hits for the coven sisters to battle it out with the dark mages that turned the Orc bodyguard against them. 

The tremor that was summoned by the amulet sent Namiko toppling from her feet, landing hard in the mud. A downpour of dark waters emerged from the skies, drenching her to the very bone. Feeling the clash of her own purifying winds against the dark waters, Namiko rose to her feet pulling the fan she dropped with her. Focusing her eyes on the amulet while the rain ran through her long dark hair, plastering it to her face. She knew the jewel had to be destroyed, do whatever it took to stop the amulet from being the sole source of the destruction of this town and everything else.
She could barely hear her sister yell, turning her eyes to the sky she felt the energy pulse as the demon moved to attack. Namiko moved her fan in front of her to use as a shield, her energy commanding the waters in the earth to form a pillar sort of shield around her. All she could do was hope she could get to the amulet, and destroy it. 

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In the seconds before the strike of the demon, there was a still for the Matriarch. Ebony raindrops slowed to a metaphysical drawl, dripping slow down her lashes and curves of white skin whilst her mind raced a mile a minute. Forehead pressed upon the cold wet hilt of her sword, she listened to the layers of her breast plate clank as she panted, preparing herself for what was to come. 

a60f2662cbc4fb9437bc905f9323201a-700.jpg Violent crimson lightning struck the earth, clashing at seven different points. Three of them hit nothing but ashen dirt, but the ground fractured with a painful scream. Stream exploded at impact and rock melted into pools of amber magma. Once gray and dead, the landscape now lit up with luminent liquid heat. The smell of sulfur began to permeate.  The orcs’ battlefield was struck by the fourth, blasting the trio apart in different directions. 

 As Tana flew through the air, her hardened ebony hard cracked and simmered. She bounced once with sickening cracks, rolled, and disappeared into one of the newly birthed fissures. Kana landed on unscarred earth and rolled to a stop with serpentine smoke slithering from her charred skin and hair. Motionless. The Bodyguard flew towards the top of the hill, denting where he landed with a thunderous sound. 

 The last two assaulted the witches. 

 The heated demonic energy clashed with the cool pure water of Namiko’s barrier with a sibilant scream. The collision would feel like a strike from a car, potentially throwing Namiko off her feet. Clouds burst,  fogging the area in white and sulfuric smells. When it cleared, the witch would be untouched by the lightning itself. The ground was charred around her, rocks feverishly crimson and bejeweled with golden sweat, but the witch was not. It happened as fast as lightning traveled, and all seemed well in the next blink. 

 What was not noticed the agonized scream piercing through the turbulent winds and breaking earth. And how half the lightning had branched away moment from the strike and conjoined with the Matriarch’s. 

 Using the ionized energy of her arcane magic, The Matriarch used her sensitivity to magic to align her energy with the demons. She pushed it into the sword, and like a lighting rod, attracted the electric energy towards her and away from her sister. She couldn’t pull it all, but enough. The two lightning bolts struck the sword within her grasp simultaneously. 


 The pain was unfathomable. She felt as if her blood had transformed into acid and began to melt her from the inside. Her porcelain skin literally broke; fissures spreading across her snowy skin like a disease of cobwebs. It then broke off into pieces that slowly became dust. The red energy around through her in dancing lines of light and then into the metal of her sword; it stained into a scarlet color. The witch collapsed onto the earth with the sound of shattering crystal,  the sword clanging  to a still beside her.

 Underneath her once flawless skin, her scarred burnt skin revealed itself in patches along her body. Years of abusive servitude in the bowels of the orc fortress, environment scorching with flame and lava,  the Matriarch’s true body was burned and scarred beyond recognition. Through the years, magic coated her skin in a hard, smooth, and perfect coat. She barely feel touch and fine textures, but she also barely felt pain. Until now. Against this attack, the barrier reached its limit and broke. 

 She heaved and moaned from the pain, but refused to lay completely still. Though every moment was tormentous, her muscles feeling like they were grinding against broken glass as she reached her hand out towards the sword beside her. It pulsed and oscillated with vibrant with an aura the literally began to elevate it from the ground. 

 “Sister…” her voice was inaudible, but rang loud into Namiko’s core though the Coven’s Soul. “The sword...purify the energy...and use it to destroy the amulet.”  

 As if the attack excited the imprisoned fiend, the fissures in the sky grew in size. The amulet shivered with malevolent excitement. The jewel in the middle upturned to the skies and from it, a beam extended and hit the invisible plane of sky-glass. More cracks manifested and through the windows and gargantuan claws started to peek through, kneading eagerly for freedom.


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Red lightning crashed down upon the earth around them, sending the orcs flying away from one another. All the while Namiko held her water shield over her body as she pushed further into the circle of elven witches. Unable to see what happened to her friends, she stayed wholly focused on getting to the amulet that was the sole conductor of this atrocity. With each respective crash of lightning, Namiko and the Matriarch were each given their own strike. 

The power of the lightning crashed against her water shield with such force it knocked Namiko straight on her butt, the scream of the two magics clashing together was ear piercing. Covered in mud, Namiko fought to get back on her feet while the Matriarch used her own gifts to reroute the lightning. 

Wiping away the mud that clung to her fingers, she noticed that she had been completely untouched by the red lightning. The ground around her wasn’t quite as lucky, the smell of scorched earth permeated the air around her. Coughing from the jolt she had taken, Namiko found herself looking at her sister who wasn’t nearly as lucky. 

Running to her side, Namiko dropped to her knees with a splash at the Matriarchs side. Hovering her hands over the scorched skin of her sister, she could see all of the impurities and damage the red lightning had done to her. “Sister?” A deep ache formed in her chest at the sight of her new coven sister, who all she wanted to do was focus her healing magic upon. 

Through the sound of the chaos Namiko heard her sister tell her to take her sword, to use it’s blade to take the amulet and purify the darkness it had drank up. Nearly hesitant, Namiko folded the bladed fan she carried replacing it upon her muddy back. Reaching for the hilt of the sword, she could feel the negative energy pulsing through the blade. Pulling the sword up hilt to her chest, aligning the blade to the tip of her sword, she pulled the purifying waters up around herself and the blade. Swirling up from her ankles through her arms and around the hilt to the blade, Namiko could feel the energy in the sword begin to purify. 

Taking the hilt of the blade, Namiko swung it in a fashion to cast away the waters that had pulled the negative energy from the sword. Glancing down at her sister though despite the pain, she fought to help her sister conquer those who wished to bring great doom upon the city of Dougton. Pained to leave her behind, Namiko continued her charge into the circle towards the amulet that pulsates with excitement the energy it has been absorbing. 

Pulling the purifying waters with her, each being directed towards the offenders. Breaking apart into massive pillars of water, it appeared like the oceans of Valucre itself came crashing into the circle. Pushing her way through towards the center where the amulet awaited, she thrust the blade into the center stone of the amulet. Having pushed with all her might, she felt the clash of the purifying energy with the darkness that engulfed the amulet. The clash sent a seismic burst of energy through the area, sending Namiko to fall back. 

Catching herself with her arms, she felt a sharp pain in her hips as she took yet another hard fall. Shaking her head that held a dizzing feel, Namiko tried to catch her breath. Meanwhile the blade worked to purify the amulet, which had some negative effects for those who were trying to break out a demon of this level. 

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“I’ll be fine,” she whispers, voice husk and eyelashes low. With no more energy to speak, her fingers continue to urge eagerly to the beating blade. "End this."

The Matriarch had no sight, but her dim eyes still saw it happen. A pristine spirit inundating the darkness and grasping the crimson curse of the blade. Though it frenzied and fought, it ultimately submits and pales under her light. Their energy then merges into a great entity the demon could not possibly defeat. 

The Matriarch gradually closes her eyes as Namiko assails forward . Her pain is so great that her mind numbs into a self-preserving disconnect from the world, leaving her with nothing but deep thoughts. Her memories cloud her, bringing her back to the riverside in Coconino Creek. It was peaceful, she and her newfound sister resting by the quiet of the water. It was there that she had the premonition  that had given her true hope.    

 Celestial waters, like the waves of Heaven’s ocean, charge through brimstone and fire..

 Raven locks carry the currents, guided by tenacious eyes of the rising Sun.

 With pointed lightning hardened to metal within her grasp, she sends her wrath into the heart of evil.

 Reality breaks in luminescent white followed by cerulean light.

 Black corpses  falls with a dying moan.

A small tremor occurs in her surroundings, only touching her subconscious mildly. Thoughts still overwhelm her pained body. She does not acknowledge the shifting mound in the distance.

She has doubt in her actions, no reservations in ensuring Namiko possesses her all her strength in sacrifice of her own. Another tremor occurs this time, louder, and the mound closer. It is drowned by the sounds of Namiko’s vigorous pillars of water bombarding the dark elves of the summoning circle.

 The elves fought her with arcane barriers, but they quickly crack and burst against Namiko’s newfound strength. The summoners pummeled back, melting into smoke as they fell.

The Matriarch thought...Namiko had already broken the tides of the her first premonition. 


A large shadow cast over the white witch, the Bodyguard hovering over her with death tattooed across his twisted face. His gargantuan hand easily grasped the entire body of the Matriarch, grip so tight that her face reddened and her breath stopped. 

Namiko charged with determined bravado into the circle and leaped into the space of the amulet, it now protesting violently with pulsing energy. Above the amulet, the sky continued to crack in desperation. Sharp, black talons kneading through.

The Bodyguard cranked his arm back, prepared to the end the Matriarch’s life on the flames of a broken tree. Lost of breath and sensation, the witch only continued to pray. 

Perhaps she’ll save me from my fate as well…

Namiko’s pierced the amulet with the Matriarch's sword. It screamed, horribly. A great pulse exploded from the center of the jewel, spreading out in a ring around them. The ring forced away the black fog, extinguished the flames and molten earth, and then finally broke the barrier around the hill. The waters of the fountain, no longer held back, stampeded forward onto the land. Its luminescent, cerulean tides cascaded the landscape like strokes of an artist's brush, daunting the ebony canvas with color. 

 It washed over Kana, into the crevasses, and finally upon the Bodyguard and summoning ground.  The great orc froze in position, Matriarch still in his grasp. Light rose his up legs like veins, and inserted itself  into his eyes. Slowly his hand loosened, and he dropped the witch shortly before collapsing himself. 

The remaining elves cried as the waters washed over their fallen bodies, flesh vanishing into dissipating smoke. The demon above roared as the cracks in the sky began to repair around him, its prison resealing. It attempted to breakthrough, talons reaching further for the world. The long metallic extension fought the last fissures of the sky, moments of uncertainly stretching time. Then abruptly, the sky sealed close.

The amulet stopped glowing, the jewel at the center shattering as it clunked to the ground with the sword. Seconds later five large obsidian claws pierced the ground, each as great the Bodyguard himself. The demon’s talons were severed by the close of the portal. They twinkled like a black starry night, diamond dust seemingly embedded in the mysterious ivory. A surreal aura of power  radiated around them for a moment,  and then settled. The crimson, hellish skies cleared until nothing remained by the navy sheet of night; the air  suddenly serene and cool.

The last of Namiko’s water seeped into the earth, leaving it rich and brown. Kana stirred, opening her eyes slowly. Moment ago she felt like every bone in her body was broken, but suddenly she had strength to move. She rose to her thighs, hair dripping with the remains of the fountain water, and  she sat back on her thighs and a deep breath of life. 

Matriarch too was damp with the fountain water. Patches of her vulnerable skin was repaired, the scarred skin slowly hiding itself again. Her body was  entirely too weak to move, but she opened her misty eyes to the clear night. All the evil was gone from her vision, but not only that, the land seem purer than before. Her fingers twitched in the moist earth, feeling nature’s energy already beginning to seed into it. It would once more grow.

Suddenly her body moved, though not of its only accord. A gentle gargantuan hand had cradled her onto a matching bed of muscle. She felt the tip of a rough finger touch her cheek.

“I am….sorry.” Came the rare deep voice of the Bodyguard.

 The Matriarch closed her eyes and nodded her head.

 Take me to Namiko.”

The Bodyguard began to search the grounds, looking for Namiko with the Matriarch on his arm. He found her, hopefully unharmed, and lowered to his knees with a great thump. The Matriarch reached her hand out towards her sister, tremors manifesting throughout her muscles.

“Are you alright?”


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Namiko stood in what was the circle of elves, a circle of potential damnation. The purifying waters lead by her magic dusted each and everyone of the dark elves that wished harm on Dougton, leaving Namiko staring down at the lifeless amulet that had threatened to eat all the magic around them. 

The waters receded into the earth after healing everyone in her party, bringing life back into the earth of what seemed to be a place thought to hold such evil. The trees seemed to stand taller, the grass grows greener and the flowers that rose from the ash of evil shone brightly under the stars. 

Staring down at the lifeless amulet, Namiko felt her body sink to the moist soil in one fluid motion. Scooping up the metal amulet, her fingers brushed over the dead gem. Her mind was running every other scenario that could have happened with the past few moments, her body was falling into a complete state of exhaustion. Hearing the Matriarch’s voice, she smiled now knowing that she lived through the whole ordeal. 

Still cradling the dead amulet in her hands, her eyes shifted to the woman who was being carried by the very orc bodyguard not moment ago was on a killing rampage. With the briefest of smiles given to them both, Namiko felt the last bit of her energy slide out of her body in a sigh. Falling forward into the wet ground, the exhaustion from the amount of magic she used finally took hold. There wasn’t much to worry about, as she fell into a very deep non stirring slumber. 

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As Namiko fell, the Bodyguard reached out and caught her on his palm. He silently lifted and slid her delicately near the Matriarch, cradling them both in his great arms. The white witch smiled softly at her sister, kissing her forehead upon hers. In the next moment, both the witches were in a deep slumber. 

Namiko and The Matriarch slept through the passing events of the next three days. As the surviving denizens of the town recovered from their possessed stupor, an investigation was performed by the guards and protectors of Dougton. The crimson storm drew attention from miles around, but the guardsmen were too late to intervene. By the time they came to the remote section of the town (already avoided due its tendency to drain visitors of their energy) the witches, the amulet, and talons of the demonic threat were gone. 

The old doctor hid the witches and orcs at the broken clinic, away from questioning authorities in gratitude for saving his family. In the meantime, the orcs prepared for the journey back to Mount Ariadne. Tana was never found and assumed dead. While Kana didn’t express grief over her twin sister’s death, she was unusually quiet during their time there. The orcs managed to carry the mysterious obsidian talons to the clinic, but transporting such clear beacons of terror would have proven very difficult. The talons themselves seemed to wash away the colors of the world around them. It was only a matter of time before they were discovered by lurking guards. However, all their problems dissipated the next dawn.

On daybreak after the battle, three winged-beasts transpired across the skies of Dougton; riders dragons of the coven. Upon one of them was Luna. The Coven’s leader had been aware of Namiko and the Matriarch’s mission ever since Namiko merged her soul with the coven. The effects of the crimson storm created a disturbance in the arcane world that she too could not ignore. Luna left immediately for Dougton, but due to her late start and great distance, she had arrived the morning after the battle ended. She was relieved to find them both alive and sleeping in the clinic. 

After analyzing the strange energy of the talon, Luna’s decided to harvest them with the dragons. It took two of the dragons to carry the weight of them away. The steeds, Namiko’s horse and the two hoofed beasts, were left outside of the Dougton and thankfully remained unharmed. By the end of the second day, the three witches and the two orcs were journeying back to Mount Ariadne. All they left behind was a saved town and a grateful old doctor.

When the Matriarch woke, the evening the third day, it would be to the whispering winds of the night air. Clouds breezed across her body, leaving a cool moist sheet upon her white skin like diamonds in the moonlight. The new moon was now a pleasant crescent shape, hooking gracefully across a starry sky. She and Namiko were secured to the back of the third dragon, sailing across to No Man’s Land. When the Matriarch departed, the rider dragons had not been a feature of the coven. She would have been alarmed, but she felt Luna’s presence. Whatever confusion she had, it vanished. The Matriarch closed her eyes once more, tightening her hand over the set of delicate fingers she grasped during the night. It was all over, and she was more than happy to keep at rest.

[End Thread]

Edited by Fallen Joy

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Thread Summary (Long)

Back in the Sisterhood of Witch’s Coven, the seer witch known as The Matriarch has a sudden premonition. The premonition involves a great and evil summoning of an iniquitous being, great and terrible enough to desecrate the land around it. The vision greatly disturbs the witch, and occurs at the worst possible moment, for all her sisters are gone on missions of their own. With only the knowledge that it takes place on a new moon, only in three days time, she has no time to wait for her sisters to return. After deep meditation and consultations with the Great Spirits, she learns there is a witch vital to her success and the location of her. With her Bodyguard and two orc twins Tera and Kana, she sets out on her journey to find this witch and stop the summoning.
They travel to the Blue Hills, where the Matriarch uses a spell to send a message to witch and water enchantress Namiko. However, before she can explain the story in full detail, the message is interpreted as the witch and her orcs are mysteriously attacked. Though having lived most of her life in solitude, Namiko finds herself choosing to help the Matriarch. She travels quickly to the Blue Hills, discovering the remnants of the battle and the witch is missing. She finds Kana incapacited by some mysterious ailments and heals her with magic. The duo track down the Matriarch, discovering her at a campsite of mercenaries. She is motionless and teetered to a strange amulet.  They succeed in rescuing Matriarch and the other orcs, learning that the assailants were mercenaries hired to drain arcane energy from spell-casters using the amulet. And that they were to return the amulet to Dougton, where rogue elven clerics would reward them. Unable to touch the amulet herself, The Matriarch entrusts the amulet to the Bodyguard.   
Finally rendezvoused, the Matriarch gives Namiko the final details of her vision. These are reconfirmed when the witches share a dream of the premonition that night. Despite not being a sister of the coven, The Matriarch has formed a bond with Namiko and seeks to use it to delve further into the vision. Using their combined magic, The Matriarch manifest more details  the future. It tells of a cabin in Dougton that the denizens avoid and where energy is dark and hungry. She identities this place as where the summoning would take place.  The witches travel toward Dougton, taking the whole of the second day. The Matriarch give hints and suggestions the Namiko has some hidden pure light magic within her, capable of saving them from the summoning and that she is vital to their success. 

Right before Dougton, the witches are assaulted the clerical elves, who come looking for the amulet. The witches demonstrate great synchrony in this battle and Namiko’s ability to purify great darkness is revealed. During this battle they also catch a glimpse of the great evil trying to enter their world, and while they are able to fend it off, it renders them exhausted and motionless on the battlefield.

The orcs take the witches the rest of the way to Dougton by the late morning of the third day, where they rest within a clinic. There they learn of a strange illness seems to have been passing through the sanction of the city. Denizens are turning mad, leaking black liquid from their bodies and going on violent outburst before decaying into black smoke. The witches conjure a plan to use Namiko’s unique magic to help them. They implant a purification potion enhanced by Namiko into fountain within the herbal garden of the clinic, allowing it to fester and grow in time. Meanwhile, the witches leave orcs there and investigate the town. 

The Matriarch seeks to inaugurate Namiko into the Sisterhood of Witches, knowing the strength of the collective will further their chances of success. After some contemplation, Namiko agrees to sacrifice her life of solitude to join something greater. The ritual is  and intense and takes all of the daylight to complete, but it is ultimately successful. Namiko’s soul is bonded to the Coven Soul. However, when they revive from the ritual, they find the tavern and town infested with the disease. They are attacked in their room and forced to fight their way out. 

They return to the clinic to discover it ramacked and destroyed. Tera and Kana survived, but the Bodyguard and the amulet are missing. At the night arose, a poisonous haze impregnates the air and black streams of liquid slither through the street. What is spared in the herbal garden of the clinic, protected by the magical fountain.  The fountain, having absorbed the strength of the Coven Soul, has taken on a powerful, almost sentient character. The water draws to Namiko and she uses its strength create a great wave of purification against the infested sanction of Dougton. With the summoning eminent, they witches race to the lone cabin on the scorched and ashen hill. 

Namiko’s wave of purification follows them in her wake, cleansing the pathway. However, the weather becomes treacherous as they rush to the site, a thunderous storm brews with ebony rainwater pouring around them.  When they reach the hill, a powerful barrier blocks Namiko’s wave from entering the dead land. At the cabin, the Summoners are there with the amulet. The Matriarch discovers that the dark nature of the earth is rising into the air and feeding summoning artifact. The Amulet itself seems to be the key to unlocking the powerful entity, the sky literally spinning onto itself and manifesting the beginnings on a portal. The witches fight tooth and tail to stop the summoning, even forced to fight the possessed Bodyguard. Death comes too close to the witches several times, and the god-like being extends its claws into the world and turns the land into a molten and broken landscape with great bolts of crimson lightning. 

The Matriarch seeks an opportunity, nearly killing herself by absorbing the God’s own attack into her body and sword. Broken, she passes the enhanced and tainted sword to Namiko. The witch once more demonstrates great power as she purifies the sword’s energy into a great weapon of light. She slams the Matriarch’s sword into the amulet, destroying its core.  With the destruction, the amulet explodes into a force that shatters the barrier, allowing the wave of purifying waters to enter the land. It destroys the Summoners and cleanses the evil. When the portal slams shut, the talons of the evil god are severed and fall into the ground.

One orc is lost in this battle, destroyed by the lightning. But the Bodyguard is cleaned and saved. The witches are victorious but exhausted of all their energy. Investigators are on their way to sanction of Dougton after the alarming storm, but Luna arrives before them the next morning. With three rider dragons with her, she carries the witches and the talons away from Dougton and back to the safety of Mount Ariadne. 


Summary (Short)
After a premonition, The Matriarch of the Sisterhood of Witches travels to Dougton to stop the summoning of a great and terrible God by elven clerics. With her is the witch Namiko, a water enchantress that holds a great purifying affinity to her magic. Together they travel to the city, where they are forced to fight a plague of evil spreading to turn the denizens into puppets of the God. It is through a mysterious amulet that purloins magic from all that it touches that the Summoners are able to perform the ritual. The witches go through many trials and tribulations to destroy this amulet, and form a strong bond with each other in the process. The final battle takes place near a cabin on a lone hill in Dougton, a place previously corrupted by life draining energy itself. It is Namiko that manages to destroy the amulet in the final battle; done so by purifying the God’s own terrible energy absorbed by the Matriarch’s sword. 

With its destruction, Namiko’s great water magic is able to purify the land. All that is left is five talons of the God, severed from the body when the summoning portal is shut. Luna arrives the morning after the battle, having felt the dangers through the collective. She finds her sisters too exhausted to move, and takes it upon herself to bring them and the talons away from Dougton before the authorities arrive to investigate the previous night’s chaos.


1. Seven strikes of an evil God’s crimson lightning has transformed earth into molten lava, which was then rapidly cooled by witch empowered waters. Obsidian rocks with crystallized energy now litter the battlefield. What might they do in the right/wrong hands?

2. The purifying waters have saturated the ground and cleaned the area. The land is now inhabitable once more. What will be done with it?


Notable Consequences
1. The Sisters of Witches have a new sister Namiko Waverunner.
2. The Sisterhood of Witches gain +593 orcs to their army 
3. Spoils of their adventure: 5 Talons of a “monstrous god” and a broken magic-stealing amulet
4. The 6 miles of land, once dead and draining of energy to all that came close, is now restored to capable of growing once more. 

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