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   Burning Bright

 

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There was never really any hope of escaping it. The beast that lurks in the animal brain we are all brought into this world with. Some of us are just better at keeping it in check while others simply embrace and relish in its simplicity. Everything becomes easy and straightforward. Hungry? Eat. Tired? Sleep. A group of warrior monks are harassing and killing some of the people you are meant to protect? The answer was simple. Kill them all along with the innocents that they too love and protect. The Gordoian Knot that was Genesaris’ political scene of different empires and kingdoms was something that Dredge’s animal brain cared very little for, and the best solution when faced with said knot was always the simplest. Cut it in half. Which was exactly what Dredge was doing to the village that lay beneath the steps of the Hoaxin Monastery.

 

Acrid and noxious smoke blinded the eyes and blackened the lungs of those who dare breath it in. Screams of the innocent wailed and lamented deafening the ears that listened. The scent of blood slicked iron and fire could be smelt for over a mile. Death had come to this place. The small village known simply was Hoaxin Village had took its name after the ancient monastery that hover above within the mountains, and soon it wouldn’t be known as anything but as a pile of ash and charred corpses where life once thrived. 

 

They had first appeared from the eastern path that lead to the small community. Men dressed in barbaric mismatched armor and covered in the furs of slain beasts. Men with the crazed look and want of bloodlust within their eyes, driven mad by the desire to destroy and burn everything that lay in their path. They came without warning and without any sense or understanding of the words mercy and morality. With the sun beginning to set they descended upon the village with their torches and blades and began to do what they craved so badly. 

 

So here we are now. A village beginning to burn from an assault that had begun only but ten minutes ago. Families run through the streets attempting to seek shelter or flee from the attacking horde. Some successfully and others cut down by the jagged blades of wicked men. Yet if one were perceptive enough, they could see something within all the chaos. A seasoned eye for combat would notice that these bandits and barbarians did not move with the mindless rabble that they often did when attacking a settlement. No, it seemed that they moved with the skill and precision of trained soldiers. Teams surgically moved through the streets to corral civilians into a kill zone while others went from house to house clearing them before methodically setting them ablaze. None of it looked like it should, and if they were extra perceptive they could see something deep within the darkness of the mountain’s shadow. 

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Cloaked in dark robes and shrouded in an obstructing ethereal mist, a massive figure standing near seven feet tall in its darkened cloth watched the carnage with deep red eyes that pierced the veil of its abyss like hood. Suppressing his magical energy and hiding his distinctive look, Dredge looked on at the carnage that he had set forth. By his side an elite group of pact-wraiths watched with their emotionless bleak and dead eyes. Shining brightly through his hood, Dredge sported a massive Cheshire grin. There were villains out there with more nuance than Dredge, those who killed and committed evil for the sake of the greater good or some righteous cause. But not Dredge, he could put forth some call to arms about his oppressed people, but when it came down to it he was a monster who enjoyed the death and violence. It created a story, a narrative of good vs evil and life and death! The things that we all come here to see and partake in! It was all so much fun! And if you don’t have fun, then what’s the point? 

 

”Inform the men to leave no survivors and to place their heads and bodies  on pikes. I want those monks to see what they have brought on themselves before I end them. When the village is ash I will deal with them myself.” His dark eminence spoke not only with a sense of joy in his voice, but with the matter of fact tone that these Monks and people were already dead and were just walking corpses doomed to meet their end at his hand. 

 

”Let it burn. Let it all burn...” Dredge then just watched the carnage from the shadows and waited patiently for this village to end by his orders. 
 

 

 

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Once again the young adventurer had gone one step closer to his goal of a journey round the world. He walked in the forested area turning to look at the sun which was about to set. "Guess we're lost again" he said in an indifferent tone shifting his his gaze to his companion.

"That's no surprise" the boy said. "Considering that i was stupid enough to let you hold onto the map, this was bound to happen" he continued with no apparent upset look on his face. It was clear that he had already gotten upset at Dauner so many times that he considered it as a waste of time now.

"Are you still on about that? The map was confusing. Anyways, it'll soon be dark so i suggest we find a place to spend the night and something to eat. I'm starving" Dauner said as his stomach growled. Gozen let out a sigh as he nodded. They had to find somewhere to rest their heads for the night and some food as well. "What's that smell?" Dauner asked sniffing the air. "Something's burning"

"Someone must be burning something. Perhaps they might help us for tonight" Gozen said stopping and turning towards Dauner. He folded the map and put it in his backpack before looking at the sky. There was a thick black cloud in the distance.

"Look. That clouds huge" Dauner said pointing at the dark cloud with a grin. He noticed Gozen's look changed as he now looked pale, with a look of horror climbing across his face.

"That's not a cloud. It's smoke!" he exclaimed. Dauner turned towards it with his grin fading way. That must've been what he smelled earlier, he thought. Dauner began to run towards the direction of the smoke. Gozen however was not feeling as courageous. He tried stopping Dauner but failed and so he too ran after him. As they got closer, they could hear screams. Dauner and Gozen were feeling terrified at how fast the lights of people were extinguishing. Dying one after the other either due to being slaughtered or burned. Dauner and Gozen stopped when they came met some barbaric looking warriors who were placing the heads of people on stakes leaving their beheaded bodies lying around. The sight was so revolting Gozen almost puked. Dauner looked at the men who had noticed him by now.

"What's going on here?" he asked looking at the scene in horror. His expression said it all. He was furious.

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The day was like many that that came before, Vito lead his platoon of troops on a training drill across harsh terrain. Kobolds, humans, kraul and a few other races all gathered round campfires. Chattering away, whilst enjoying their well earned meals and the warmth offered by the fire. The group were camped out by a large body of water amidst the mountains, setting up shelter and enjoying some free time between all the strenuous activities there leader had put them through. A heavy breeze blew through the camp, bellowing the fires and shaking the tents.

Vito stabbed in sword into the ground and leaned up against a nearby tree, enjoying the scenery before him. The group was a large mixture of different specializations ranging from medics, spearmen to musketeers and more. Their number stood at 40, not including the raider leader himself. He'd brought two personal troops along, his close friend Iohmar and familiar Bellicose. It made him feel comfortable knowing a second in command was already ready to take the wheel, even if that second in command was beyond annoying.

"So, boss Vito man, pleased with their performance?" The dark furred tabaxi approached the leader. His tone carried a slight hint of mockery as always, always trying to tease whoever he meets. He lent down on his knees, offering Vito a tankard of water.

"Yes, it was a good idea to start mixing the ranks. The newer ones have learnt a lot from our seasoned troops, appear to be enjoying looking up to others." Vito pointed at a group of mixed ranked kobold, the elder ones teaching the younger ones tips and tricks on how to properly clean their muskets.

"Easier to get others to teach as well, rather than you trying to teach everyone by your self."

"All to true." The raider finished his drink, conversing with his tabaxi friend under the treeline. 

The troops had been learning a great deal from one another, along with making newer friends along the way. Tho the races liked to stick to their own groups, they were slowly coming together. Many kobold sat and drank with humans, the kraul slowly learning to adjust to their new language. It wouldn't have meant much to some, but to their leader it was everything to see his group unified. 

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It wasn't long till the group noticed the large cloud of black smoke blowing in from the hills, occasional screams managing to break through the mountain side. The distant clashes of metal on metal began ringing and echoing, the scream only growing louder along with the smoke. 'A raid?' He thought. The troops quickly rose to their feat, weapons drawn and ready.

"TROOPS! WE'LL FOLLOW THE FIRE! MOVE OUT!" His voice bellowed, his platoon taking their positions behind him.

Making their way up the steep hills and rocky terrain, they eventually came across the ensuing chaos. The town was in an all out war, villagers running and screaming in terror. The heat from the burning houses made the group move slightly back, trying to find a break to enter through. Eventually they found a safer entrance, managing to secure an entrance. Once in however, they were greeted to the sight of pillaging barbarians slaughtering any they came across.

"GROUP 1 DEFENSIVE STANCE! GROUP 2 TAKE AIM! GROUPS 3 AND 4 SECURE AND TREAT CIVILIANS! GET AS MANY OUT TO CAMP AS POSSIBLE! 

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"Saki-san, you gonna take the fucking offer or what?"

The woman's question made Saki purse her lips in thought. This little expedition to the Cold Mountains was nothing more than an excuse for this woman to make such a ridiculous proposal. Well, the trip isn't that bad all in all as this woman and her partner helped Saki-san deal with a couple of these Whispernight- infected phoenixes that soar over these mountains every so often. In fact, the fiery little chick that nestled on her lap was evidence of the earlier hunt.

Sitting over a steep cliff with her legs dangling down the death-inducing drop were Saki-san and the other woman. Saki would croon at the tiny spawn on her lap, which seemed to have imprinted her as its own mother. She did find it weird but somehow her motherly instincts won over and now she's adopted this thing that rose from the ashes of the dead phoenixes they clashed with earlier this day. 

"Sera, I don't really have much of a choice in the matter,” Saki-san finally spoke after a while. "But only because of old man Suzy was the one asking.”

The woman named Sera hoarsely chuckled at Saki’s response. “Fuck yes! With your consent, I now declare you an honorary member of the organization. Even if it is still fucking dead.’

Saki wish she could sigh in response but her attention was caught by the smoke rising from the distance. She gestured towards the disconcerting location prompting Sera to regard it as well. The fiery chick on her lap seemed to have noticed Saki-san’s tense reaction and woke up from its slumber to jump up the woman’s body and settle on her shoulder, chirping rather happily.

Frowning at the phoenix chick’s excitement, Sera motioned to stand. “I guess this prematurely ends this shitty expedition. Now where is that bitch Khaki.”

As if on cue, something fell from the skies to land behind Sera and Saki-san. It was a creature of contrasts. A little girl and yet a grown woman. A human and yet an abomination. A being born of science and yet steeped in the supernatural. With her advent came the bits and pieces of phoenix flesh raining from the sky. She clumsily tried to catch the rotting flesh and anything she can successfully grasp would be rammed into her innocent little mouth. Such grotesque display troubled Saki but Sera seemed to be giggling at how ridiculous it looked.

“Khaki, you bitch! Get down here!” Sera called as she gestured at the rising smoke, “Shall we check whatever disturbance that is?”

 
 
 
 
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The little girl’s tiny shoulders shrugged in response. Not waiting for any answer, Sera grabbed Saki and leaped into the open air only to land atop the floating airship that waited below. The God’s Hand, one of Genesaris’ lost ships, recently recovered and now used for transporting the idiot duo. The is linked into Sera’s soul allowing her full control of it as long as it is within five hundred meters or so of her. Sitting atop the airship with Saki-san, the aircraft began to move towards the smoke’s general direction.

Left behind, the little girl narrowed her eyes at the retreating airship. Whatever she was thinking now, she might have found it unimportant compared to the more pressing concern. A defeated sigh escaped her lips before the winds wrapped around her tiny body and propelled her forward in pursuit of the ship.

 

 

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@Dauner Light @Rabbit @Thotification @PandaHat 

 

His eyes traced over the carnage. Blood and viscera coated the scene as fire rushed through the village and consumed what once was a peaceful life and place. An act of evil and horror so foul that those who looked upon it could very well be rocked to the core by it. So how did this make the dark one feel? It felt wonderful, like a release of tension and stress had been lifted from his being. What was even better was that he now had guests. Those onlookers and bystanders who always happened to be there to try and stop him. Really it was something he always took into account and even relished in the cosmic order of things. Where there was dark there had to be light, the universal scales keeping themselves even no matter how remote and distant the location might be. 

 

”Deal with them. No survivors.” Dredge ordered two of the four pact-wraiths that stood by his side. 

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The musketeers who took aim at wicked men slaughtering the innocent would be chilled to the bone at the noise produced from behind them. At least the rookies among them most likely would. The high pitched screams and wails of what sounded like throats lined with glass burst out towards them. If any were to turn around from their firing line they would gaze upon the ethereal cold and translucent forms of two powerful wraiths that carried with them the dark and frigid presence of undeath. Their blackened hoods only stared at them with blank and lifeless expressions. A cold disregard that viewed them only as lambs who had come to the slaughter. So they hovered over like the butchers they were. 

 

With hands glowing a pale green energy two circles of the same color spanning up to sixty feet each over lapped with one another in an attempt to consume the entire firing line of men. From the circles spilling forth was the very power of death and necrotic energy that wished to pull the very life force out of these men and see their bodies turn to withered and dried husks. 

 

As for the supposed bandits and barbarians, their slaughter would continue. Any who were not picked off by the musketeers would disregard them in favor of not getting in the way of Dredge’s personal guard of extremely evil wraiths who cared very little between the distinction of friend and foe. To beings such as those, it was best to stay out of their way or be caught in the circles of death that they had conjured forth. It would be carrying forth the job of blood and steel. 

 

”Have the men finish up the village, the ones who escape into the mountains won’t survive the night in the cold nor the wolves. Wolves gotta eat too, circle of life and what not.” Dredge, truly one of the great conservationists of his time. 

 

As for the mad overlord he’d continue to sit back in the shadows. Waiting for the moment where the monks would rally and come down to save their township. He wanted only to rip them apart and spill their blood to the floor for what they had done. They dared to attack his people, not even the ones who truly deserved it like these scumbags. But the ones simply trying to get supplies and hunt. Was this a bit of an overreaction on his part? Most definitely yes, but at the end of the day Dredge was evil and loved being evil. He was really good at it as you can all see. 

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The sight was disgusting and annoying. People slaughtered like their lives meant nothing. Their heads cut off and hung on stakes like it was for some entertaining show. All of it annoyed Dauner. It was almost more than his steel nerves could take. How could these people be so inhumane? Even for bandits this was too much. He however managed to regain his cool as he pulled the two swords than hung from his waist with no hesitation. He was going to take down the ban- no. the monsters that had decided to bring chaos to this village.

Some of the raiders approached him with their weapons in hand while the others continued what they were doing. These guys thought they had what it took to take Dauner on. It was up to him to prove them wrong. They attacked one after the other only to have their hits parried, blocked or dodged. Dauner pulled them in till they had surrounded him and that was when he prepared his attack. He planned on taking them all down with just one hit.

However, something he didn’t foresee came around. Its aura was made of darkness. It wasn't quite like the other strange creatures he had met up until now. Dauner predicted where this creature was approaching from by reading the aura it emanated and jumped out of the way fast enough to avoid being hit by a spikes coming from the wraith. It was after he landed that he had the chance to see the wraith with his own eyes. This creature felt, smelled and looked like death. This creature looked like it was going to be tough to kill and Dauner did not know of a way to even kill one. He had no idea that his silver blades were actually a powerful tool in over coming such creatures.

Gozen ran up to him as they got ready to engage the creature that was clearly intent on killing them. "Let's show this thing the way to hell" Dauner said grinning. The excitement that the idea of fighting such a rare creature brought to him made him forget his past anger. "With pleasure" Gozen replied as his arms began to turn black.

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With the town burning, and the air filled with smoke, it was impossible to see the stars in the night sky.  people screamed fleeing the carnage as they were cut down by raiders and slaughtered by wraiths.  The brutality on display was inhumane and sickening, to think that anyone would commit such atrocities.  BUT, upon an old stone building near the center of town, a light shines, like a dazzling star had broken through the blanket of smoke to make its presence known and reclaim the night from this putrid evil.  A loud snap echos through the town competing with the screams and yells throughout.  the light dims showing the noble star to be a human figure the air around them visibly twinkling as every force of nature seems to act with the intent of making this distant figure radiate beauty alongside radiating actual light. 

a supernaturally booming voice speaks in smooth, passionate tones. "UGH, such wretched bandits ruining such a lovely night sky and such a lovely town, the beauty of the world is lost on ugly things such as you.  it was fortunate I was preforming in the area and could come on such short notice.  Know, o' murderous filth that I, Maxwell Rubicante am a shining star of Valucre that will not abide such wickedness"  Maxwell looks and sees wraiths spreading about, probably uncomfortable in this new light but still with the gall to not flee back to whatever dark cave they were birthed from.  "oh my, this isn't a regular wickedness, this might be a bit tricky" 

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atop the stone building Maxwell begins to tap his foot and then dance, wild and yet steeped in a rich rhythm, each step on heeled shoes reverberating through the ground causing the ocean of fire to unify with the rhythm, swaying and flaring alongside the emerging beat, giving off a different kind of heat, not one of hostility but one of passion, Unlimited Passion.  The fires began to act like they had a will, specifically one that favored the villagers over the raiders, opening and closing escapes to help those still in the village proper to elude capture, while their would be murders were finding themselves in a developing maze of fire.  regardless, everyone could feel the air get hotter and themselves filling with newfound energy. 

"ah, such emotion, rage and sorrow are unfortunate feelings but excellent fuel to feed fires with." Maxwell Stomps his foot, growing a fire from a wooden house to a street right behind a fleeing woman and in front of the raiders chasing her.  "though I guess such things are lost on you" Maxwell said, glaring over at the evil wraiths "but don't worry, I'm a bit of a teacher in my spare time, so how about I teach you how to cry." Maxwell winks at the approaching wraith(s) *sparkle*.

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"FIRE!" Their leader yelled, causing a rain of steel balls to tear a line of barbarians to shreds. Their blood and flesh lined the cobble floor, staining it red. "GROUPS 3 AND 4, SECURE THE CIVILIANS AND FIND A SAFE SPOT!"  

From behind the line an ear bleeding scream could be heard, emitted from shadowed semi-humanoid figures. Two circles of necrotic energy began trying to engulf the group, Vito feeling the movement of life energy. Iohmar instinctively summoned a shield of shadows, meeting the wraiths own necrotic circles. The two powers battling for dominance, neither one wanting to give in. Vito turned to his group, which seemed to have taken a defensive stance aimed at the newly arrived enemies.

"ignoring orders? WHAT DID I JUST SAY? SECURE THE CIVILIANS AND FIND A DENFICIBLE POSITION!" Once again, he ordered his crew with a fierce snarl, who this time around did as he sayed. 

"I'll meet up with you, sir. Let me kill of these, then come find ya." Iohmar didn't take his eyes off the enemy, his summoned shadow beginning to cover his hands like a protective gauntlet.

Vito had just noticed the back up, appearing as if three others had come to their aid. Two swordsman and an individual who seems to sparkle through the darkness,...'strange'. Regardless, back up was always appreciated. The numbers were in their favor for now, something to be appreciated. 

"Make sure you do, it looks like we have a busy night ahead of us."  Vito took his leave, following his platoon toward the outer town in search of a decent spot. 

'Four vs two, seems far too easy.'

With what sounded like the roar of a lion, Iohmar shot two bolts of electric towards the wraiths. Dodging to the right, then climbing a nearby building to gain height. He surrounded his body in a protected layer of shadows, darkening his already patterned black fur. The tabaxi was ready for battle, his eyes lit up with the thrill of the hunt.


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With one one firm boot to the door, the group found themselves entering a large blacksmiths building. The structure was a mixture of cobblestone and brick, the embodiment of ugly. But it held strong against the fire, a perfect example of why not to judge a book by its cover. The large work space was abandoned, the workers nowhere to be seen.

"GET EVERYONE INSIDE! MEDICS BEGIN TREATMENT! SECURE A DEFENSIVE POSITION AROUND THE BUILDING! BE READY TO LEAVE AT A MOMENTS NOTICE!" His throat burned from the constant yelling, trying to get his words above the screams of the barbarians.

The civilians poured in, finding spots the sit and rest the tired muscle. They were covered in smoke and blood, crying and shaken. The numbers sat at a low fourty, but still a push for what few medics he'd brought along with him. Vito walked outside and left the medics to attend to the injured, he rejoined his defensive group. Drawing his sword and digging it into the ground, searing the earth around it. The screams of the dying had yet to end, with the raid still raging on.

"MEN, TODAY WE TEST YOUR TRAINING! THE EARTH WILL SOAK WITH THE LIFE ESSENCE OF OUR ENEMIES! YOU'LL RETURN HOME WITH THE SKULLS OF YOUR SLAIN FOES! YOU'LL DRINK FROM THOSE SKULLS AS SYMBOL OF YOUR ACHIEVEMENTS IN WAR! MAY YOUR TREASURE STASHES GROW FAT WITH YOUR SPOILS OF WAR!" The veterans of the group immediately roared in unison, the newer members joining once there nerves had settled. 

It was hard to appeal to different races with one speech, each one with such differing culture. But there was one thing that most enjoyed, treasure. The town was beyond repair already, its inhabitants had already given up all false hope of the unlikely concept. Once the barbarians have had their ways, Vito had already planned to take what he could scavenge and retreat with the civilians. It was simply a matter of time. 

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Sitting atop the flying airship, the trio are witness to the gruesome scene below. It seems that they are too late but at least they could catch a glimpse of the raiders. The first one to stand up was Saki-san. There was concern on her face as she was the only one within the group who still had any compassion left for human beings. 

"Sera, Khaki. I'll be going first. Can you try to summon Middy? She's the only one we know that can fix dead people," Saki spoke before taking the dive down towards the people and the wraiths. Well more like launched herself into the air as she guided her fall with a succession explosions from her hands.

As her feet reached the ground, the momentum of her fall forced her to roll for a bit before settling a few yards off her landing point. Such a massive fail was well received by the two ladies atop the airship which resulted to them rolling laughter. Ignoring the two idiots, Saki turned to face the wraiths. Power blossomed on both her hands in response to the immediate threat. In case shit happens, she's gonna throw these magical sunlight bombs at these wraiths. Which she did. One bomb from either hand, one for each wraith she can sense. Then she ran away for safety like the little bitch she is.

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Araborn was walking along the road when he heard the screaming, at first he thought it was a camp under attack from a bear or something but as he got closer he realized it was a village under attack from bandits, with his staff in one hand and his sword in the other he started walking through the burning streets, he found a small family cornered by five bandits, they turned around when he walked up and Araborn got a look at there eyes, these were not bandits, bandits were men who stole because of greed or need, these....things had pure bloodlust in there eyes of the like Araborn had never seen, maybe once they were men but now they were monsters with one purpose, kill, one lunged him but Araborn sidestepped and sliced the monsters throat open then with a small blast of chain lightning he fried the remaining four, as there body's writhed on the floor he walked up to family "let us find you a safe place to stay until this is dealt with" and so he led the family through the streets and found the blacksmith where people were streaming in as Solder's of some sort protected the door, he led the family to a wall and called out in a loud commanding voice to the Solder's nearby "who is your leader?"

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@Dauner Light @Araborn Kirom @Thotification @Rabbit @squid peanut 

 

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Steel met flesh and blood stained the ground from all walks of life. Those of innocence and of just cause, and those of foul intent and evil. Heroes had taken the field in this little remote part of the world that had been tucked away for so very long, and to be honest it amused Dredge to the point where it brought a smile to his face. While his troops and his wraiths still held numerical and potentially magical advantage of the situation. It bored him so to see these people have to fight his underlings and not witness the carnage brought about by his own hand. Really all he had to do was wait, sure he’d lose his men and not have enough for them to storm the monastery after the battle and he’d have to resort to having his wrath contingent deal with the monks. But that just wasn’t his style. 

 

”Let it all burn then.” The decision was made then. 

 

A single hand was raised chest high with palm faced to the sky. From that point the shrouded dark lord would begin to focus his energy. Throughout the village the heroes who had gathered to save this pitiful place would feel it. They would feel how out of their depth they truly were to what had come to this place. The wraiths, the soldiers in disguise of bandits, even the evil act of slaughter was suddenly dwarfed by the sheer malevolent force of energy that began to be pulled from the air and carnage.

 

Hovering a hundred feet or so above the village, It was formless at first. Rage, pain, hatred, wrath, the physical manifestation of energy focused through those feelings began to illuminate the night sky with a dull orange and red light that pulsed and oscillated. It appeared as a plasmid like substance the way it pulsated and and palpitated with every second, a shapeless ooze that moved as if it were a phantasmagoria of nightmares and horror. As energy and mass grew within the core of the blob, physics began to take hold of such a chaotic entity. Gravity pressed down as fission and energy pushed outwards until a balance came into play. What was once a shapeless mass of energy that burned bright and hot was now a perfect sphere that hung in the sky above the village. 

 

A star. A dark star. 

 

The wraiths repulsed by bombs of sunlight and blasts of energy shrieked in pain as their incorporeal bodies suffered damage that wounded them deeply. Lifting their Stygian black hoods back up to face their attackers, their piercing shrieks were cut short at the sight of the energy taking shape in the sky. They looked to their opponents and with hollowed breath and icy undeath, they spoke very few words. 

 

”Run little rabbits. Run...” The wraiths said in their cold tongues. 

 

Slowly they drifted backwards, not afraid to meet their ends by those who engaged them. But afraid of the sheer force of annihilation that charged in the sky. There was time. Time to run. Time to try and find Dredge within the shadows and attempt to stop him. Time to evacuate the people from what was certain death. There was time. But time for all of it? For everything? No. 

 

With every passing moment the hate and carnage below fed into the dark and evil star that grew. If it came down to it, the dark one would burn it all. The heroes, his men, the village, the monks, even himself if need be. He cared little for the lives of others and even his own. The soldiers in the village would continue their jobs, they would fight the musketeers and soldiers present. They would not flee, they would not falter, and they would not move from this fate. If they were to burn, then it was a good death at the hands of their lord. 

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Battling the wraith with all they had, Dauner and Gozen found it to be more trouble than they had expected. Dauner had 2 silver swords which eased things for him by a little bit but Gozen didn't have such an advantage. All he could used for his advantage was produce flames hoping that the wraith would find itself in a weakened state due to the light giving Dauner a chance to strike hard at it.

There were a series of new arrivals. People who gazed upon the horror that was unfolding before their eyes and tried to stop it. From single adventurers to squads. Yet most being stopped in their tracks by the creatures of dark, evil and death. The wraiths couldn't have been acting on their own. Gozen analyzed the situation taking into consideration that such dark creatures wouldn't ally with bandits for the sake of it. Someone else had to be pulling the strings. Unfortunately, his iroki of observation was not as sharp as Dauner's so he'd have to get Dauner's help on this one.

Then there was a substance forming up in the sky above. It was a burning bright, shapeless embodiment of energy. The wraith, Dauner and Gozen all stopped their fighting as this substance appeared in the sky above the village. Slowly, it began to gain a shape as it looked more and more solid forming into a sphere which slowly descended towards the village. "Run" was the advice the wraiths gave and this advice was not taken lightly by Gozen. Dauner on the other hand seemed rather mesmerized by the strange, bright sphere that hovered above them. "Dauner! This is not the time to admire that thing. We have to find who created it and stop him before it erases us" Gozen said standing into position as flames rose from the ground around him forming a veil which enclosed him. The veil rapidly expanded and then vanished revealing a dragon where Gozen once stood. "Can you track the boss with your iroki of observation?" He asked.

Dauner then snapped out of it. "Uh... S-Sure" he said running towards Gozen and jumping onto his back landing in a sitting position. Dauner closed his eyes and analyzed the auras around the village and caught a dark and strong but hazy aura emanating from the distance towards the mountain. "That way!" he said pointing in the direction. "I can't tell exactly where though so we'll have to get closer so i can pinpoint his exact location".

"Ok. We're taking off" Gozen said as he skipped forward flying towards the direction Dauner had pointed at high speed. There was still time. The sphere didn't seem to be in a rush so they had to do it quickly. Wherever Dredge might have been, he'd soon be seeing our two adventurers approaching in the distance as Dauner could now pinpoint his exact location due to their close proximity.

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The spruce forest he was surrounded by, the magical manifestation of dreams and myths in the human body, nicknamed as "The Dreamer", was one where he decided to rest, before trying to learn more about poisons. The book, called "The Art of Deadly Liquids" was quite a heavy amalgam of paper and thick leather, being the entertainment he had for this late evening, where the sky would serve him as a blanket of bright, shiny stars. His eyes, being its exact copy, were hovering over the landscape, as a sense of wanderlust hit his heart, which he toned it down, by looking back at the book. 

The Black Margon poison is the result of boiled, fermented blood of the Margon snake itself, mixed with the ashes of the demons. Such combination, left for half an hour, can be used to create an extremely dangerous neurotoxin, which leads to death, before immobilising the victim... The description of this poison was quite dark, but he was more and more curious to read it. But suddenly, a wind which brought, with itself, a smell of rotten, burned flesh, caught his attention. He closed the book instantly, looking with his eyes, reflection of the sky, around the dark forest of evergreen trees. He saw nothing, but an instinct urged him to look up. The magical, yet dark, a manifestation of mixed emotions of pure negativity, were haunting his body and chilling his spine. A bright, orange star caused him to stand up and go towards it, knowing this was not a sign of a good-willed person, trying to save the place. It was quite the other way around.

Almost leaving the forest, he was able to see the flames of a village, accompanied by the symphony of pain, screams and clashes of steel, making him understand what was happening: "A raid. I can sense all these dark figures, wandering around, syphoning the souls of the defenseless people, slaying them in macabre ways. I can't allow this chaos to unfold even further!" He pulled the hood on his head, beforing running towards the closest villagers, who were running from three barbaric, bearded figures, armed with pikes, machetes or bludgeons. Their heads were covered by what it seemed a helmet, stained by the recent blood of their poor victims, with their eyes and mouths uncovered. Their bloodlust could be sensed by The Dreamer, shouting at them: "Stop right there!"

The shout appeared to have stopped them, looking to their right, as a figure, looking like a mage, was challening their arrogance. "Before killing them, you might want to fight someone experienced." The barbarians, looking at him, grinned, as their yellow teeth shone in the light of the full moon, before charging forward. The hooded man stood his ground, as he waved his hand horizontally across his chest, looking like it was flowing through the air, as if it was beneath water. Two swords appeared besides him, aiming at the soldiers on the sides. The three men stopped for a second, looking shocked, before the phantasm weapons rushed, aiming towards their hearts. The thundering speed of the weapons did not give the victims a window to dodge, thus their blood was spilled, falling on the ground, dead. The Dreamer waved his hands again, before rolling in the air and aiming at the remaining barbarian, who stood there, shook because of the enormous force he had to face. He gave in and accepted his fate, as the material dreams of the man with the silvery hair ravaged his organs, meeting the ground, forever. 

The Dreamer looked at the civilians, flinging his hand to them, as a sign to run the hell away from this carnage. Still surprised by the bloody show he caused, they nodded and ran away. The hooded figure looked back at the village, observing a few deathly, unnatural monsters, marching towards what it seemed as a blacksmiths building. He went towards there, as the bright star of pain and misery shone beneath the village.

Edited by The Fire Heart

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Maxwell was appreciating center stage in the town center.  Granted the audience was limited as everyone was running about for their lives on ground level. it had seemed like the woman, who jumped down and threw some kinds of explosives against the two Wraith's Maxwell was going to discipline, would be able to admire his radiance, but she ran off just as fast.  She was clearly smitten by his beauty and too shy to stay.  Granted, there was little time for any of this as someone was clearly trying to stick their big fiery butt in with an unsightly fireball that just stank.  To the common eye it probably looked like just any old giant star magic.  But to a world class pyromancy artisan like Maxwell, the only thing this oversized trash fire had that was impressive was its size.  The clear problem was the source of fuel.  No one with have a mind about aesthetics creates fire out of resentment and negativity, you're just asking for a spell that looks like burning sewage if you do, which this one most definitely did.  compelled by his craft and not wanting to look at the trash fire ball any longer.  Maxwell sent out his rhythm to try and lay claim to that mess, in the hopes to salvage something decent out of it.

"Oh my, what are they teaching in schools now a days?"  As Maxwell Reached out, he quickly felt the influence of the will creating the sewage ball trying to swat him away.  untold years of experience told Maxwell that whoever made this was also a world class pyromancer, and wouldn't let go of his sewage ball easily enough to be worth it.  Maxwell had to show this swamp gas burner what a true star looked like!  both figuratively and literally.

Leaping down onto the town square, there was plenty of space to start a ritual, the wraiths would have to be someone else's problem, because Maxwell needed to concentrate.  Maxwell spoke in a calm booming voice that echoed throughout the whole town.  "To all of you people running about trying to be heroes or sneaky looters, here is a moment to shine alongside a real Supernova.  Come over to the center of town and lend ol' Maxwell a hand, I need a bit extra zest if I'm going to burst that overgrown trash fire that just showed up.  If you've got some magic to you're name, be a dear and hand it over we've got some catch up to do.  Don't worry your cute little heads if you can't make sparks boys and girls, I still need people to kick these suicidal bedsheets to the curve, and the ugly bandits too if they're still feisty.  Come on, I don't have all night!"  As Maxwell said this, he went about setting up the whole magic shebang with glyphs that could let other people chip in with magic or gusto and starting the process of creating an artificial star that would put out this world class eyesore with its beauty alone.

Maxwell danced along the giant sigil, drawing in the heat of his Unlimited passion and the fires that he had gained control of throughout the town.  The temperature dropped, dipping to what you would expect on a colder night as the Flames and heat throughout the town all slithered down the streets and collecting in town square to form a shining plant bulb made of excited pulsing flames.  the Bulb was no where near as big as the fire ball up in the sky, but this bulb seemed more compact, and was attached to the center of Maxwell's magic sigils in the center by a magical stock.  Maxwell, continued dancing around the bulb, nurturing it with magical rhythm.

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Maxwell is making a fire spell to contend with the 'Dark Star'.  people can provide in stuff to try to help with the ritual casting.  Maxwell will be vulnerable to attacks because he has to totally focus on casting the spell.  please help! you can follow the fires to the town square

 

Edited by squid peanut

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