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She wakes up, 5 hours later, and looks at her horse. She ponders whether or not its awake, and rips her sword out of the tree stump. She puts it back in its sheath over her back and stands up. "Time to see if someone has left their mark on my note then, eh girl?" She says as she slaps its rump, shocking it awake. Jumps over its back and rides into the town. She rides up to the notice board, grateful of the recent nightfall, she attracts much less attention in the dark. She gets off her horse and drops the reins, knowing full well she wont run away. She glances at her note, sighing, seeing nobody has left their "Mark" As she put it. She takes the notice board into further account, noting the varying difficulties of the missions, and the many Tac-Marks on the bare parts of the board... Someone... is taking these missions... yet this town looks ordinary.. where have these people gone? she thinks to herself..

She steps into the chapel, following the lights up to the priests quarters. She steps inside, looking at the sleeping form of the priest. She raps her knuckles against the door, slightly scaring the man, as he jumps, already alert.

"Hmm? Oh, sorry, yes, is there something you wanted, perhaps to make a confession?" the priest asks.. She merely looks upon him and says, "There are people that live here... not just your ordinary townsfolk... where are they..." A look of dismay comes over the priests face, as he knows whether or not to protect his townsfolk, or to tell her. He catches a glimpse of something supernatural in her and decides upon the former. "Hmm, Nope, this is just a regular farming town, with the odd traveler." At this the girl sighs, and spreads her arms. She grunts, and has a pressured look upon her face. Suddenly her shirt rips open, revealing a perfect set of black wings. Her face forms into something only half human, as she lets out a wail worthy of a banshee. She grabs the priest by the throat and envelops him within her wings. "You will tell me what you know priest, lest your blood be shed upon your church!"

A horrified look flashes across his face, he seems to forget all magic he once harnessed and is more than willing to give up his "Secrets". "Two people.. Sir Erik, and Sir Croix! They are in the Frosted North... seeking a lost child! Thats.. thats all I know! Please, Please just let me go! He begins crying as he says those last words. A look of confusion dashes her mind. Why would these people care so much about a child? Must be... human compassion.. she thinks indignantly. She looks over the priest, debating whether or not to end his life. She sighs and looks down at her ripped shirt. She grabs the bastard swords sheath, rips the sword out, and drives it into the priests heart. "A quick end, just what a man of your faith deserves." she mutters as she spins around. She spins her bastard sword, effectively flicking all the blood off it. She grabs the sheath off the ground and puts it around her back, her wings out and exposed now. "No use hiding now, everyone with in a square mile radius would have heard my scream.. "

She walks out, into the dark night, topless, sheath over her back, sitting in the gap between her wings. She gets onto Shadow-mere's back, and slaps her rump, urging her onward to the frosted north. "Looks like we wont be seeing that alchemist, girl." She half says apologetically.

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Alorei bobs up and down limply on his horse as the mount stumbles at walking pace towards a nearby town. He lifts a leather bound bottle to his lips with a shaky hand. He squeezes the bottle slightly to force the liquid upwards; he upturns to bottle and starts to drink. He raises his head slightly, brown eyes showing under the dark shadow of his hood. He watches as a figure steps into the chapel, wondering what they could possibly be doing in a chapel at this time of day. Dismounting, he sits down next to a nearby building with his mount nearby, nibbling away at a patch of vegetation. The bottle that he is swigging from empties and he puts it aside, sighing in the crisp air.

As the sun sinks, he tugs his hood down to protect his eyes from the bright rays. He pulls a little brown book out of his pocket and looks at the chapel, beginning to sketch it in incredibly accurate detail. Under the drawing he writes the time and date and labels it ‘Chapel’ in a neat script. He tucks the book back into the small pocket sewn onto the side of his robe and continues to look up; almost as if expecting to see something happen.

Suddenly, a wail comes ripping out of the chapel, the voice like a nail grinding down a chalkboard at an incredibly high pitch. Alorei claps his hands to his ears, feeling as if his eardrums have been shredded by the incredible vibrations of the scream. He runs to his mount and grabs his sword, he straps it so a belt wrapped around his robe and also grabs a small dagger which he straps to the other side of the belt. He closes his eyes and begins to whisper a short prayer to Diadara,

“My lord, bestow me with the power of shadows, give me the strength of your darkness.”

The prayer slowly starts to stream through his body, as if his whole body were speaking the words instead of only his mouth. Energy flows down from his toes through to his fingertips, drawing energy from an unknown source. As he finishes the prayer, he reaches into his body, searching out his mana pool. He reaches into the ever running flow with his mind and drawing from it the mana of cloaking and darkness, that when strung together form the spell ‘Field of Darkness.’ The prayer aids him in drawing the mana flow, the spell rushing throughout the area around him, shrouding everything within a few feet of him in darkness. He starts to walk towards the source of the shriek, sword in hand and ready to engage in combat, although a lot more sluggish than a normal warrior from the strain of the spell. He draws the mana of air and penetration, ready to cast ‘Wind of a thousand knives’ if physical combat fails him. The being he saw earlier steps out of the chapel and mounts up, riding north. He walks through the open door of the chapel and looks around. With no physical threat apparent in the main hall of the Chapel, he sheaths his sword and pushes his dagger up his sleeve. He reaches back into the flow of mana, temporarily detaching himself from consciousness and expanding the Field of Darkness to envelop the entire of the main hall.

He flicks his hood off revealing the worn face of a warrior, long, smooth, black hair rolls down his back, shrouding parts of his face. His spell stays steady, but makes him extremely physically vulnerable; he commands the spell into the room where the shriek emanated from and looks into the darkness wrapping around the objects in the room, realizing that the screamer was the being that just rode off. He sighs and lets the spell fall, dropping back into the flow of mana. He walks into the room, his muscles feeling as if they have been stretched immensely. He looks to the priest’s dead body and places two fingers to his neck, finding no pulse. Blood flows across the floor and he inspects the wound that it is coming from.

He draws the mana of resurrection and will, channeling the spell into the mans body and searching his soul, drawing it back into the body and wrapping it back on. Drawing him out of death. He steps back and snaps out of the spell, watching he body slowly move, he asks him to stand mentally, channeling the spell. He gives the body some control over his own mentality.

“Priest, you are now my minion. I ask of you only one thing then I will return you to eternity. Tell me of your death . . .”

The priest explains how the woman came in and asked him about special people. He finishes with telling him how the sword struck him and everything went out, presumably this is his moment of death.

Eventually Alorei lets the spell fall and the priest once again falls into death.

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Lyesh grinned, she was getting closer, she could almost feel it in her bones, not to mention the shrieks that had rung out through the swamp but moments ago, she saw caves in the distance and two men entering one of them, one covered in a wall of leaves, she smiled to herself, "So, already I have some prey," she whispered, jumping as a leech dropped onto her shoulder, she brushed it away quickly, then she looked down at her legs, 'More of you little bastards?' she thought as she slid her ice blade down the sides of her legs, cutting the little blood-suckers in half as she glared angrily at the little droplets of blood that began to run down her legs as they dropped off, she shook her head and looked on towards the cave, the two would be far enough inside by now that they would not hear her approach, or so she hoped.

She kicked away a substantially large beetle as she folded her wings back against each other, then pulled them into her clothes through holes she had made in the back of her dress, sighing, she reached the cave, she could already feel the air cooling, - her prayer had worked, but not well enough, it would take more time than she had wanted for the land to become cold enough to have blizzards or even any snow at all, well, it gave her time to grab her "apprentice-to-be" while the little vixen was still warm-blooded and adapt her to the cold, that was assuming she got her hands on her. She rolled her shoulders slowly, at least those damnable leeches were gone, but now she would have to face something far greater. Do-gooders. And they were after her new disciple, she shook her head a little, trying to think up an excuse for being here. And then it came to her in a sudden flash of inspiration, her lips thinned into a blood-chilling smile - she was here to track down the two men because there was a tension in the south near the deserts between to towns and they were needed to sort out the argument before it became a full scale war.

Her smile widened, her plan was perfect and the battlefield was set, now she needed only to follow the two in at a safe distance and wait for them to rescue the child, then she would offer to take the child back to her parents, a lie, of course, but that was how the game was played, lies and deceit could be good allies, along with surprise and stealth. She took a deep breath, creating a mask of blank emotion as she stepped forward slowly, pushing apart the leaves and stepping inside, she longed for her wings to be free, but they would have to stay there a while longer, at least until she had the girl slowly, ever so quietly, she began to follow the two men, keeping a distance of at least ten metres at all times.

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Taz jumped backwards, his gun held forwards as a burst of fire emitted in front of him. But soon enough his gun would almost drop down on the ground, his eyes growing wide as he saw someone in front of him, the one that he had worshipped and loved for years, His Goddess Like’a. “M-mother…” Taz could only mumble, Quickly going through his knees, his gun laid down on the ground. Then she spoke, her sweet and melodious voice echoing through Taz’s mind, soothing it, corrupting it further, because what for him sounded as a true voice of the gods, would sound as the voice of a evil witch to any other.

As he stood up, she handed him a gauntlet, a fire red gauntlet, the fiery decorations clearly seeable on the gauntlet. Taz could do nothing more than to watch it, while he shoved it over his hand, the gauntlet emitting a faint red glow while he moved his now gloved hand. “Mother...It’s….Beautiful…” Taz whispered, looking at the gauntlet in astonishment, before the goddess moved forwards, giving him a kiss, before she disappeared. Taz could feel the place burn where she kissed him, and he found himself blushing a bit, touching that place, staring to the spot where she had disappeared.

“Snap out of it Taz!” He suddenly shouted to himself, giving himself a smack in the face with his gloved hand, making a small cut on his face, something he didn’t mind too much, he had done that before, since no one else ever had been around to really talk with, he mostly talked with himself, and corrected himself “The Goddess gave you this gift with a reason! You mustn’t be frozen solid now, keep moving, mother will only be disappointed with every useless moment you waste!” He growled as he quickly bent through his knees, grabbing up his gun as he went up again, quickly setting in a good pace, for the road was still long, and it would be a while before he reached a village. But he couldn’t care less, he only paid attention to the gauntlet, the surroundings and the place she had kissed him, nothing else mattered, well, not until he had arrived.

7 hours later, At the time Croix and Erik arrived at the caves

“A farmhouse! Finally, some place to scavenge some food!” Taz said grinning, his stomach rumbling slightly, as he had left his rations next to the dead body of his former master “now we’re talking…” He quickened his pace, his cloak swirling behind him as he approached the building, seemingly to be quite unguarded, or at least not well guarded. Not that Taz would care about that, if they stood in his way, he’d shoot them, so he carried on, quickly enough reaching the low wooden gate of the farmhouse, and kicking it open, the gate cracking as Taz slowed down, standing straight, the gun swung over his shoulder casual as his eyes stared at the surroundings evil and dangerous.

No reaction, Nothing at all, and Taz continued onwards to the open door of the building. Entering that farmhouse, he noticed it was quite ravaged, chairs were bumped over, the table was torn in two, the walls were a little scratched. “Neat, looks like others have done the work for me…” Taz said sneering, walking further through the house, seeing some old footprints while he searched for the kitchen, to simply take some food out of it. Arriving in the kitchen, Taz went straight for the provision closet, and although it was already broken open, a few preserved breads and a flask of water still were intact in the ravage, amongst some other rotten food, and things that could not be devoured anymore.
“Just my luck!” Taz laughed, quickly grabbing one of the breads and tearing a piece off, munching greedily on it as he walked around the kitchen, searching for possible useful things, he found nothing, except for a strange note, containing the single word ‘swamp’ on it. It made Taz wonder why he found such a note in this abandoned and ravaged house, maybe there was something interesting at the swamp, something that would mean profit for him and the goddess.

Having checked the kitchen, Taz took the remaining food and the water with him downstairs, towards the dining room, where he pulled up a chair and sat down, laying the remaining bread on a slightly damaged plate as he laid his feet on another chair he had pulled up from the ground. And there he sat, eating, drinking, and pondering whether to go to the swamp, and see what would be going on there. At least a half a hour passed as he finally finished eating his food, before throwing the plate up with a grin, and aiming his gun, the gauntlet glowing up fire red as Taz’s finger pulled the trigger.
He didn’t expected what would happen next. The barrel of the gun turned red as it fired what seemed a fireball, if not the bullet could still be seen. The orange/red ablaze bullet flew towards the plate, leaving a stripe of fire in the air, which slowly dispersed. Upon impact, Taz was almost blown backwards, as the bullet exploded into a fairly large fire explosion, the aflame shards of the plate flying everywhere, drilling themselves in the wooden walls, which caught fairly enough. “by Like’a! That’s awesome!” Taz cheered like a happy child. At first he was startled, but then he saw the spectacular fire, and as the pyromaniac he was, he liked that a lot. He shot another bullet through the house, which exploded into the wall, creating a fire on it, that slowly spread amongst the wall, setting the dining room ablaze.

Taz could only smile as he quickly ran out of the house, feeling the scorching heat chase after him as it spread through the whole house. From a safe distance, Taz turned around, seeing a pillar of fire raise up as the building burned like a huge camp fire. Taz laughed, and so did the Goddess, as she seemed to laugh through Taz’s voice. “I didn’t knew that my gun could do that!” He spoke to himself, as he watched the building slowly turning into ash “Maybe it’s because the gauntlet… That is very nice…” but soon bored by the fire, he turned around. He had studied maps of his surroundings, and knew where to go if he wanted to go to the swamps. “Well, I’ll let the house burn down, as a gift to my Mother, a large fire, and I’ll be off to the swamps! Let’s see which idiots hang around there..”

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Shifting from his position among the growth of the forest he stood up, beggining his search for the day. Blake walked in one direction all day, only makeing exceptions for wounded or easy animals, he had to eat of course, just like he has for the last four or five days, he'd kind of lost count. He came to a gorge in the earth, and wondered how he would get across. He looked around, seeing nothing that would enable him to get across. Then he looked up, seeing the giant tree above him, and there just so happened to be a long and thick vine dangleing from the branches. How perfect! He thought as he reached up and grasped it. He then proceeded to climb up the tree, getting up fairly far before wrapping both his arms around the vine and walking out to the end of the biggest thickest branch going parralel to the gorge. He jumped up, and let the vine take him in a large half circle pattern, in which he released when he was as close to the other side as he could possibly get. He rocketed of the vine, slammed against a tree, flopped of the tree, began rolling towards the gorge, fell off the ledge, and landed on a small outcropping on the wall of the crevice about 6 feet (2 meters) from the ledge. "Great!" he yelled as his breath returned, "Might as well try to fly up!" he said, shuddering. He was never good at flying, and he rarely did it after a traumatic experience involveing a barbed wire fence and an 11 year old version of himself. He proceeded to hover slowly up off the outcropping and landed on the ledge. He let out a large sigh, and then tried to push his luck, lifting himself of the ground with his wings again, and flying over the trees. After a few hours of travel he finally landed at the edge of the treeline, a town ahead of him. "Haha! I have conquered thee, Wilderness!" He says as he turns around and begins to make mocking faces towards the nearest tree in sight.

Aldorei walks out of the chapel and puts his sword and dagger back onto his horses' saddle. He jumps up and yells "MURDER" into the night air as a distraction and rides off, gathering his cloak around him to protect him from the cold of the night.

The sound of muscle plunging and pounding into the road in the distance and under him. From his mount, and what he supposes is the beings mount. He half stands, ready to jump off his own mount and intercept the murderer down the road. He yells "Murderer!" as he rides down the road, using suprise and distraction to his advantage. He kicks the back of his horse and starts to ride with more speeds, crouching down with his calves tensed, ready to leap from mount to mount.

Looming in the distance, he notices a moving object, the murderer. He grows nearer and nearer . . . ready to jump . . . so close . . . Suddenly he slips and clings onto the side of his mount, his legs almost being ground to dust by the ground rushing by. He notices the being ride off into the night and thinks of another plan. He gathers himself and gets back up on his mount, making ground on the other rider. He draws the signs of cloaking and darkness to form 'Field of Darkness' once again and launches the combined spell infront of the other rider, the darkness enveloping them and their mount.

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She strains her ears.. did she just hear something yelling? She stands on her stirrups and, there it is, again. "MURDERER!" She then feels a small amount of arcane energies... and hears a tumbling noise... And then the arcane energies again, but this time aimed at her. She grunts as she feels the darkness envelop her... she looks around, and slows her horse to a stop. She stands high in the stirrups and uses her wings to try and fan away the magic... when she fails to do so she makes a short symbol to her horse and kicks up, taking flight in the dark night sky... she leaves the magic below her and searches for the source of the magic... She sees a small mage on a horse and lets out a similar screech to before. She stops beating her wings and falls down, kicking him in the face, and driving other foot into the horses neck, killing it instantly. She grabs the man and lifts him up, pushing him against the nearest tree. She looks into his eyes, and remembers he is crafty with spells. She grabs his jaw and rips along it with a nail, slicing it, rendering him silent for a very short amount of time. "Well well well, what do we have here...?" She asks infertily. "So you saw my..." she chuckles. "Handiwork?"

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He stopped, the darkness was falling, he looked up and around. Seeing a large patch of sky where the night was seemingly much, much darker. . . With that, he was off, running as fast as he could in the direction of the darkness.

He soon heard the scream and knew from the sound he was getting close. Seeing the line where the night got incredibly dark he moved around it, staying atleast 6 feet away.

Then he stopped. Seeing a woman with jet black wings haveing a man pinned against a tree he stepped into the darkness to hide himself. He knew he couldn't be seen. but he could barley see them through the darkness. He watched, hopeing he didn't already give himself away. He reached for the large scythe he kept on his back, just incase it was neccisary.

Aldorei turns his head to the left and spits blood on the grass. He looks into her eyes and talks with a strong voice, "A simple sword wound, you're obviously not vain and you like getting the job done, so cut the small talk and get it over with if you're going to, or . . ." He flicks the dagger up his sleeve into her chest, driving it far into the flesh. He feels her grip loosen and drop him to the ground, he rolls off and commands his old spell from the road towards his current location and wraps it around the woman.

He reaches into the endless, rushing flow of mana and draws out the mana of air and penetration, forming the spell "Wind of a thousand blades." He starts to channel the spell towards her, the combined flow pushing down on his muscles, his eyelids fluttering in a semi concious state. He launches the spell fully at her, rolling backwards back onto the road and drawing his sword. He lets the spells fall and readies for a physical assault.

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After the spell moves, and then vanishes he is left exposed, open to the light. He draws the scythe off his back jumps far back, smileing a bit. "Damn. . . Well, observation time is over. . ." he sighs, grabbing the end of the scythe's shaft with both hands, ready to swing it at any moment. He remains in this position, looking over the two people carefully, weapons, armor, everything was taken into exception, and he began to plan.

With the distraction his wings come out if hideing, flowing out, revealing the brown and green lines, dyed into them in honor of his gods. Then his wings start to move slightly, back and forth. "What the hell is going on here?" he asks, not fully expecting an answer.