Things happened so fast. At first the slow voyage of the underworlds led to no fruit and the mission was growing dull. Then a discovery in the catacombs deep beneath Ireland. The agency did not have a specific name and did so to stay covert. So much so that their very own members are usually unaware of the details of their missions or who they exactly work for. So when they entered the abyss to see what was there what they found had a presence akin to that of fables of hell. The flaming wall was the supposed doorway to all the legends and tales of beasts and demons. Closing the gate would fulfill their duty at ridding the world of other worldly creatures. However as they began to research the gate to find a way to safely close it something within echoed out a force that quaked the ground. Then, like a vortex, it sucked inward with enough force to swallow the agents inside. The ride was not an easy one. Entering what was dream and reality they had a glimpse of pasts, futures and other galaxies like a rotating wall.

Upon entering the other side they find themselves flung across a large old withered temple. This temple is made of stone and sits within a jungle within the land of Vrondi. After coming down from the relief of not being within a eternal flaming pit the agents begin to assess the situation. They conclude that they are stuck as the portal behind them, the flaming wall, has turned minuscule in size. Then it vanished altogether. While this was distressing there were words on the walls of the temple in old English along with an alien language. It had clues to how the portal operated.. if only they could take their time, camp out, and figure this out. Some of their supplies were thrown through the portal but.. it simply was not enough. They needed to leave the temple and see where they were. With faith the left the safety of the temple to the jungle outside.

Soon they found themselves in a world different from their own. The jungle was beautiful yes but it was the vegetation itself that almost glowed with pure energy. The life within each thing was felt. The vegetation was widely similar but some aesthetics differed. Same with the small animal life, insects and birds. But one disturbing sign were the flying lizards the size of condors. This marked the first sign of Dragon life they laid witness to before coming into contact with the guardian of the temple.

Tav' lak eok nok?
The voice boomed through the sky as if god himself spoke to the group. Once they thought it was over the voice returned. This time they could comprehend it.
Who goes there?
A gust of air bellowed down on them as the voiced boomed once more. This time giving birth to a silhouette within the sunlight. It landed on top of the temple and looked down at the group. Staff in hand, giving a aura of light close to that of the sun's.

"My name is Tev'lanook. What are your intentions this time.. humans."

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The entirety of the Edafos is 37,745 mi².
Weather is warm like spring to summer all year round.
Time is dated like mankind with names for each month.
Days are in 24 hours with 14 hours of light and the rest dark hours.
Time is 9:00 am.
The weather
Fotia - Light rain heavy clouds -
Gaia - Clear slight clouds -
Tearianaris - Clear skies -
Vrondi - Clear skies -
Nero - Heavy clouds and winds
It is the 11th of Cheimóna, the second month of the year.

The day was mysteriously calm despite the rising tension from the highest of mystic powers. The world itself pulsed with almost life like vibrations. Not from earth but of the ethereal. A wise one from high on top of the mountains near Gaia stood from his meditating perch with sudden urgency, stumbling a bit from the whirling winds. He looked down onto the clouds below him with a astonished expression. "This.. Cannot be..." The wind whirled his snow white beard around his face. He closed his eyes and stepped off the perch. He began plummeting past the clouds. As he did so his form began to shift into light, then taking off at incredible speeds toward Vrondi.
The sky opened with a loud boom. To the humans, it was like a jet breaking the sound barrier. The ball of light formed into a angelic beast. A dragon, with angelic wings and light dancing around its body. It dropped down with a staff in hand, glimmering with light of its own not affected by the sun. The size of the creature was 4 meters and its wing span was greater in length. It flapped its wings in gentle succession, whirling the wind with great force with each downward motion. Descending to the brittle stone columns covered in vegetation. The humans below it looked concerned for their safety. There were several members of the Agency that were here for this mission. Some knew each other from prior missions but most were meeting for the first time. However their strategies were typically the same in each mission. Watch each other's back, analyze the situation and survive. If not the later, then make sure whatever freak of nature kills you goes down with you. Simple, but they found themselves a bit frozen by the sheer presence of this mythical creature. Then it spoke... ""My name is Tev'lanook. What are your intentions this time.. humans." It's voice boomed as if it came from the skies above and not from the vocals of the beast before them. Weapons were drawn and the agency members prepared for a fight. But their leader raised a hand to stifle their rising tension. Sygma walked forward from within the protected circle. He walked calmly with his rifle strapped onto his back. "Well.. That's quite the welcome. We Humans are lost and are looking for a way out of this place. A way back to our home." He verbalized calmly and with energetic expression. Not sure how to communicate with whatever this Dragon was exactly.
The dragon placed a hand to it's scaled yet slightly furred chin and rubbed it inquisitively. He leered on the humans for a minute or two as they awaited the beasts reply. It only hummed out a quizzical Hmmmm.. Before booming the skies again with its voice, but this time it was softer. "I see. You humans look different each time. I suppose that is the way you are... Fine. The way OUT is as it has always been! Unfortunately it has closed for the first time since it has opened a thousand years ago. I'm afraid there is no easy return for you lot." The Dragon shuffled on the pillar a bit, wobbling it and sending a few stones tumbling down. Many of the group took the Dragon's words as a death sentence. But Sygma pleaded with a calm tone. "Is there any way to open this gate way?"

"Yes it is possible.. By using the blood of a Dragon, a Seraphim, a Descendant and a human. Only by this can you awaken the hunger of the one below. Only his power opens the gate." After the thunderous explanation he took his arm to his jaws and bit down. Blood secreted from the self given wound and dripped down to where Sygma was standing. A large puddle formed before him on the ground. Sygma looked up in shock but tightened his expressions in front of Tevla. He knelt down and scooped the blood into a container. He closed it tightly and looked as the blood itself hued with a white aura. "That is the blood of a Dragon and some of a Seraphim. You may need a bit more Seraphim, the human part you can handle." It's wings went from resting to rising dropping a white feather in the breeze. "I will remain in this temple for your return. I will guide you humans. Now go!!" It quaked the temple walls with its final words and in a flash it was sky bound headed to the top of the old temple's decaying peak.

The feather landed in front of the group and turned into a ball of light. Then as the light unveiled like dissolving bubbles it revealed to have a map wrapped up within it. This map was the one of the Edafos and gave a white indicator of where they were safest to head. Sygma looked back to his companions. Their mission was set for them and hope was not lost. With reawakened vigor they set out to Vrondi, only a mile from their location.

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A simple bar & Inn.


The infiltrating forces of the Fotian soldiers swarmed the surrounding area. Coming into a slight clashes with Vrondi forces. "Push overs.." Whispered a voice from underneath a hood. The voice was deep like a male and next to him was a slightly shorter mass underneath a cloak. "The Sol are passive.." Mentioned the voice of the woman underneath the cloak. Their conversation spelled out the situation. The Fotian soldiers invaded with the knowledge of the Sol being calm and gentle and won't put up a fight unless pushed to the edge. But some form of explanation was needed, or else they may awaken the wrath of the King of this land. The Fotian soldiers revealed papers of a wanted criminal. A bounty of 10,000 gold pieces was to be awarded to the one who took these people in. In the picture was a photo of two descendants, a man and woman, similar in age around 18-25. They were unknown thieves who took something from the Fotian Kingdom. Something of great importance to the King of Fotia, Magnix. The bar was invaded as a part of the search. People were grabbed and tables were flipped. The rowdy fire within each soldier was a testament of the Tyro blood in them, fueling them with adrenaline and the lack of action made them itch.

The bar was clean yet included some vegetation growing around its walls and windows. The energy from the plants filled the room with a free jungle vibe. However all was silenced by the soldier's appearance. Turning the usual peace and merriment to confusion and creeping chaos. The bar owner, a Sol man. Stepped forward to the Tyros after they began to disturb his customers. "I am the owner of this bar. What is it you brutes want?" He gestured with a slight disgust of the Tyro's odor. His flowing white hair made him appear elegant, like any other pure Sol. "We have a worm to catch. Here!" The beast pushed the bounty paper in the mans hands, pushing him back some. "We are sweeping the area they may be going." The Tyro spoke with a growl. Eyeing the surrounding area underneath their metal Dragonic helmets. "I've never seen these two. But I'll place it on the wall. Haven't had a bounty in a while." Said the Sol man. "Now your job here is done. Out! all of you out or I'll get the guards involved!" He shouted, attempting to sound threatening but never losing the poetic sound of his voice. The Tyro soldiers scoffed. "We will be watching you." He turned and looked at the Bar attendants. "All of you!" He turned and headed for the door. Stepping outside yet keeping a few guards inside. In the name of keeping the peace. The bar owner let the two guards stay and went over to the wall of bounty papers on the far left side of the bar wall. There he placed the paper up right next to a certain blind wanted Lassa. Whose bounty was quite high as well.

The participants of the bar & inn were witness to the on goings and have their own different reactions. However their presence in this one location will twist their fates together. Like vines intertwining up the tree of life.

The day moved onward.

Precautions were made to make sure this jungle ahead of them did not harbor anything that may hinder their progress. Going home with as few casualties as possible is the ultimate goal. In this world of nightmares and make believe, the human mind would have to question its own sanity. However for these humans the supernatural was not something to be explained away. It was and is an mysterious entity without measure to them. Sygma took the ears of his group. He explained the details of the map as best he could, noting that they were headed directly south. He then told the scouts to see what was ahead, much to the dismay of some of the members. There was confirmed dragons of enormous size in their direct path. Sygma made adjustments to the planned route with each new possible danger discovered. He did this with a pen, paper and a rough copy of the map. This world seemed to follow the rules of nature quite the same as earth. As the sight of a small reptile seizing an egg from a perched nest in the trees above reminded them. The scenery was close to the Jurassic age and gave awe to admirers of beauty while rising the tangible danger to others.

The group headed out from their cobble stone slab floor, broken from age and covered in moss. To the vibrant jungle ahead. Two members went ahead with their blades and cut away at the vegetation ahead. Giving clear path to the ones behind them. The rustling of leaves could be heard around them every so often. Leaving to the imagination what laid above within the trees, watching them. Some began to complain about the conditions. Although they were trained soldiers they were mostly able to handle most missions due to their powers and a bit of teamwork. So some of those that attended were not able to contain their rising resentment. Sygma soldiered forward however, acting almost as if the muttering of disdain was not beyond his honed ears's reach. About eighteen minutes of onward hiking, briefly changing direction from time to time thanks to the scout's warnings and the group finally came across the first sign of being close to some kind of civilization. It was a sign marked on a thin short tree with flawless smooth white bark. On the tree was a sign made with golden engravings edged into its flat surface. The wordings structure was whimsical yet flowed in a distinct manner similar to ancient texts on earth. As was the written language of the Descendants the humans were now discovering. However there were words below the text in french that read as a poem.
Laissez qui brille au-dessus de l'obscurité donner de la lumière à votre chemin
Let shining over the darkness give light to your path
The words on the tree were touched by Sygma's gloved hand as he examined it briefly. He looked to some of the members, Alan being one in particular. This was a clue to them as to what they were dealing with. Something that had been set foot on by previous humans from an era not entirely too far from their own.

The map Sygma created was made for safety not to save time. As such the journey took an entire 25 minutes to reach the sight of the luminescent lights dangling from the giant tree. Through that time Sygma remained silent on the hushed uproar accumulating within his ranks. The mission went south, DEEP south. From the very moment they swept into this world. The closing of the gate meant the end of their mission, no more were there to be new monsters or mystic forces to emerge in the human's world. So the mission was completed then, with the casualties being before them. However Sygma had kept silent on it all, letting the tension rise to the point he was questioned directly. “Excuse me, Sygma sir, what is going on and what are we going to do next?”

He stepped a foot on a risen stone before the hill that descended to their salvation. He then hunched forward and blocked the sunlight from his eyes before gazing at the silhouettes of people. He felt this was a good a time as any to begin asking questions, though he wanted to press onward. But since the scouts were yet to be able to see what kind of people were inhabiting the village. He resolved it to be wise to pause. "We are going to find out what a Descendant is, kill it, take its blood. Then head back to where we came." He chose to opt out the speeches and promises of survival. All agency members knew their jobs were dangerous and at times took them to some of the darkest depths of the earth. He looked at the girl, Viola and her tenderness. He then began understanding that some had lives outside the Agency and were not entirely prepared for this so he reluctantly decided to say something to tighten their resolve. "Our mission is to survive and find a way back. There seems to be some rising evidence that there have been people here before. Coming in and out of that gate we closed. Now we are going to talk to the inhabitants of this place in hopes they can help us. Listen, we are lost now, but hope is not lost." He spoke firmly, facing them and pointing to the clearing where the town was visible.

Sygma was met with other questions and concerns which he met with a clear headed answer. It was obvious he had no definite answer to their questions. So the members began to rely on their leaders experience with the Agency to trust his words. He had a sniper scout ahead at the people, they did not appear hostile. However a camp was set at the hill for some of the snipers to keep a watch on them. They set out down the hill which was a 5 minute walk. They arrived at the wooden path above the waters surrounding Sunfire. They calmly walked onward down the path. The sight of large reptiles almost mythical in nature being ridden or used like cattle were beginning to surround them. The people were even dragon like themselves, or human like with a strong aura of the mythical like elves of fantasy, except for one disturbing detail. They had horns much similar to demons, or some had subtle reptilian features. The mix of emotions among the group were visible in their collective energy. Approaching the entrance was Sygma in the lead. He approached calmly but with a slow uneasiness that grew as he neared the glistening armor of the pure Sol guards before them. Before Sygma could utter a word the guards opened the massive wooden doors to allow them into the bustling town of Sunfire. Within this town they were gifted with the sight of angelic people coupled with the previous seen demon people all with dragons for pets and going about as if life were normal. It was through their random discussions the humans learned in a shocked horror that these people spoke English similar to them but with a accent unknown.

The humans garnished much attention however. Their lack of features akin to this world's aboriginals made them a curiosity at the least.

Time passed - 30 minutes - 9:30AM

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The bounty papers were set up neatly. The picture of the mixed blooded Lassa sat next to the photos of the newly wanted thieves. As it appeared the Lassa had a higher bounty but for a new bounty these thieves combined 20,000 gold pieces. A new record for a couple of thieves. It was the bar tender who finished the final hammering nail before the words of a Royal graced the ears of the patrons. "By Order of the Fotian Army, and House Niscent-Hanoxx, you are not to leave this establishment until you have personally apologized to everyone for causing this disturbance, and buy everyone a round of drinks." Was spoken and heard. The bartender turned with a ghastly look on his face. He did NOT want his most welcomed guest to be disturbed, it was terrible for business. As such he got a bottle of the best wine, made from the fruits of golden apples guarded by mythic dragons and rushed over to Eden. "Oh please sir do not mind! It is no problem! Please enjoy this on the house! With a reasonable tip..." He exclaimed. Almost bowing with his humble facade.

But despite how Eden reacted the brute of a guard turned. His eye veins visible with the widening as if he was in a severe anger shock, his body fueled with rushing adrenaline. He heaves a heavy breathe through his nostrils like a bull. Slight smoke emitting from underneath his helm from his fuming anger. "E-Eden.." He muttered. He was quite angry at the gesture but knew his ranking. Despite this he knew the Fotian armada, no matter how royal, were warriors who loved to fight. He had to scratch his itch to battle, being bested by one of the best did water his mouth. So he pointed a finger to Eden in a combative stance. "You're King has ordered we search for thieves without mercy. They are to be found alive and given to him immediately!!" He realized that Eden must not have heard of this through his time whoring away his inherited funds. "Y-you didn't hear of this yet have you?" He chuckled. "Even one kept in such high regard knows nothing, such a pity."

The patrons of the bar watched as things unfolded with a drink in their hand. Some even hoped there would be a show. For that guard to be taught a good lesson. The bar owner turned to the guard with tears in his eyes. "How many times must I tell you to leave brute!" The guard responded quickly. "Quiet worm. This is between true warriors." He growled. He looked at Eden, trying to match his eye and watch as his pupils slit to that of a Dragon's. A testament of a Descendant's fury. "I'll spend my entire month's earnings on drinks if you beat me in a contest. No armor, all brawn." The patrons looked at Eden for his response. A show? OR will it be beneath the man of royal blood to step down and get dirty so to speak.

As the commotion went on the two hooded figures entered the bar. They attempted to remain incognito and low key, eyeing the members of this bar for any that looked strong and hungry for battle. The golden eyes of one of them settling on a armored Oro and his companion, who obviously were high in standards. They took a seat and ordered drinks from the waitresses. Who were of sol and some seraphim blood. The Bar owner liked to keep things beautiful, for it was good for business. The bar owner's waitress found a Seraphim Sol which looked like would make for a good employee. Slipping Astrea a note she returned to her duties. Whether Astrea noticed or not it was a note from Mirror, the sign being a blue feather kept inside. Written within it is explained the details of how to talk to him through leaving a note with one of the waitresses here. He asked only one question. "Are you a healer of all?" and much like the notes of school children it had the boxes marked for yes or no, for her to answer in anyway she chose.

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Of a certain depth of darkness. Dark as in avoid of light. Light as in all we consider good. There they saw him and there they decided upon entering his world. His dark world. A form, or mass, formed from shadow and harboring only a single natural composure... Cold. Whipped around in front of the cursed blooded Lassa. It sat in front of him for a moment. Engaging him with it's whipping cold, right in the midst of the warm sunlight of the Vrondi land.

"Oh such a poor thing..."

It whispered with pity. The voice neither male or female, neither is it happy or sad. The voice was an echo within the back of the mind of R'lyeh. It guided him with cold. For each step he took if it did not cool the sweat of his brow it was not the path it chose for him. If he chose to continue onward to the cold it would lead him to a tree which read, with engravings even for the blind to see.

"What lies beneath all?"

From there the cold would lead him onward to a figure standing beneath a large tree inhabited by a serpent like dragon. Black and marked with indigo. It would slither down the tree to the shadowy posture's feet. Caressing it as would a pet to its master. "Have you ever known the light my friend...?" Asked the darkness, emitting cold from its presence. The voice booming within the walls of the mind of the listener. Neither male, or female, or sad or happy.

"What is it you seek with this power you wield...?"

Black mist evaporating once reaching beyond the collective mass of it. It was shaped in the form of a cloaked being. The cloak itself infused with the same color of darkness as the mist emitting from the crevices of the cloak. The only visible feature beyond darkness being white strands of hair beneath the hood, and a pair of red glowing eyes half hidden beneath. It seemed to be a presence visible even to the ethereal. Nothing about the natural world around it altered yet its presence was exuding a force that could be seen and felt beyond flesh and blood.

Time passage - 10 minutes - 9:10 AM

With a lavish smile the Sol man retreated behind the bar counter and watched as he poured the cup out into everyone's glass. One of his most expensive gifts being uncorked over decades. I'm sure to make a huge profit regardless of how this turns out! Enough to fix any damages.. He gleefully proclaimed in his mind. Almost a little too loud for other Sol mind readers nearby who could hear him. He stared at the guard, big and intimidating, and Eden. Eden expressed a slender yet honed body that didn't proclaim as much strength in brawn as in sexual and charismatic fortitude. Perhaps his Oro blood made him appear capable in combat, many assumed the Oro's hide were impenetrable. But all hoped he would win.

The Fotian guard turned his head so his left eye could meet the gaze of his subordinates behind him. "Clear a area.." He did this as Eden was speaking, almost in a disrespectful manner. The guards began to clear people from their seats and clear the vicinity directly behind the head guard. Lifting the tables and stacking them to the side to form a circle with a 12 foot radius, the patrons on those tables choosing to stand and watch or leave in resentment. As they executed this Eden prattled onward forcing the attention of the man back on him. By the moment Eden was through with the wine bottle, and his speech, anger exuded from the Tyro's very pores. His exhales were vehemently expressing his anger. He began to unclasp the dragon shaped helmet over his head. Only to reveal underneath was a dragon's head. He was a Tyro with deep Dragon blood. But instead of focusing on the ways of the ancients he has used his gifts of ferocity for battle. His right eye was visibly damaged from a large scar a time ago. "My name is Garooda. I am highest ranking of these behind me. You could have listened to your little friend and waved me away with your legacy.." Speaking with a surprisingly calm voice he unbuckled his shoulder and chest armor, dropping them with a loud thud on the ground. This gave tangible evidence of his strength to onlookers, that coupled with his looks was rather intimidating. He rotated his scaled shoulders. As Fotian tradition he did not wear much underneath his armor and had on nothing but a robe and tunic. It was also evident he stood at least 6'8.


"But now you'll likely not get to make it back to your whore before being taught a good lesson." Garooda stepped into the circle of the flat stone floors. It became evident this bar took in a tourist crowd and many different types from all over the Edafos were there. Chanting to egg on the battle. "My money is on the big one!""Put on a show lover boy!" Accompanied by a whistle. "Blood! Blood! Blood!" and many other colorful one liners were squealed by the onlookers. He made his way to the opposite end of the circle and awaited Eden to enter, he turned to face his opponent. His large clawed hands were formed into a fist revealing his thick scaled knuckles. "I don't think drinks will help you win me over!" He gave a toothy grin. He stepped forward lunging with a right hook to Eden's face. "Prepare for pain!" He roared with a beastly howl.

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"Rai.. I think she's looking at ya.."

The hood raised revealing the tender golden eyes and gentle grey hairs falling haphazardly onto protruding white horns of a young Descendant male. He seemed to be no older than his early twenties and something about him seemed oddly Seraphim. His companion had yet to raise her hood upon seeing his mistake. If it were not for the uproar caused by the center of attention then one may have noticed his face. Matching Tamara's humored gaze he returned with a worried one. Incapable of hiding the sheer depth of his inner turmoil that resides within his pupils.

"So if you're really trying to hide you need to seem a little more natural. Those dumb Fotians love to harass the suspicious ones. Fortunately they're preoccupied right now, and we are here if you need any help too."

The one known as Rai attempted to ignore Tamara by sipping his drink slowly and without attention to her words. However the one still well concealed beneath the hood couldn't help but quiver and raise her head up slightly. Revealing a piercing golden eye beneath the darkness of her black hair and shadow oozing cowl. It dripped from her lips into the ear of her companion. "I don't like them.. any of them." She mentioned as if frozen from the grasp of attention. Though they were here to seek refuge trouble seemed to follow them all the way to the safe zone. "I only want to rest for a night.." She whimpered as if pleading to no one in particular. This gave way to a sigh from Rai who looked to her and whispered in return. "We made it though.. Vrondi's kingdom is so close." He exclaimed with a breezy tone, aiming to calm her tension. She looked to Tamara after this and with revealing her face with tears welled in her sockets she silently compressed a. "Yes.."

"We are on our way to the Kingdom of Vrondi... May we talk with you somewhere more private?" Rai asked, tilting his head some as he did so. He rose to his feet and tugged his hood over in all one motion. His companion followed. He walked to a room up a short flight of stairs Eden had descended. Next to Eden's room was another. Fully furnished with trays of food. A blue feather sat on the king sized bed. There laid a blue note written elegantly in a poem.

Tie the blood and bring forth the new era. I await our first meeting my friends. Keep well...
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AAaaaaahhhhhhh...

A delighted voice cried in pleasure at the sound of voices among R'lyeh. The voice echoed from the blackened body of the figure before him. The serpent dragon slithered its tongue onto the air and tasting the well of emotions inside R'lyeh. The eyes of the dark being looked at the manipulators with open arms. Upon their revelation of each other being able to see.. no. Feel each other. For only beings of other worlds could possibly comprehend the magnitude of their sight.

"I offer only guidance for the blind.. A way to get to your destination without harm..." The darkness subsided some as the lights rays were allowed to break through the leaves of the jungle. The figure stepped forward toward him. The serpent returning up the tree in a slothful fashion. He reached a cold hand across his face and caressed it tenderly. His form was like a skeleton, bones covered in cold mist in the hue of pure black. "Only to protect your power... from those.. Who will lock it away.. uselessly.." The caressing ended but his words were whispered to the ear of the Lassa. "Make a pact with me.." His hand reached out behind him and a apple was handed to him by the jaws of the serpent. The apple was crimson as any other. He handed it to R'lyeh. "The seal to my endless abilities.. This will grant your wish.." He then vanished from his close presence and hunched in front of the tree awaiting the answer.

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The humans were looked at with curiosity. Less for their features than their actual attire. This gave Descendants a idea that they were outsiders of Vrondi but more so a minority of all of the Edafos. However many decided that they were likely from Nero or some far off branch of a village or town. As they walked onward into the massive tree the lack of darkness would surprise them. Lights were on very brightly. It gave the illusion of being outside. As they moved onward Sygma was bumped by a Seraphim. Thinking nothing of it Sygma shrugs it off until he sees a jeweled red ring dropped by the Seraphim. He picks it up and turns to see where the presence of this angel was. He looked with wide eyes as the blue tinted hands of the being beckoned him to follow. Sygma only now notices that the Seraphim is wearing a mask. "Come on." He mentions to his group to follow him, as he followed the mysterious character. His team cut through the crowds and entered a bar. Sygma opened the doors right before the first sway of the door closing behind his target. He looked to see that there were many Seraphim in this bar, but the masked one vanished. Not wanting to bring attention to himself he walked to a table, the place was obviously a bar though it seemed a bit old world. He raises a hand after sitting for a waitress. The members of his group questioning the motives behind this.

"Hello what can I do for you?" Asks a waitress that brought awe with her glowing hair, giving off vibrancy that like the sun. Sygma gulped at the sheer unabashed fantasy before them. However he found his nerves of steel tested, it did not show in his speech. "Water please." The waitress smiled and nodded but before she could turn to walk away Sygma called her attention once more. This time speaking lowly. "What exactly is a Descendant and a Seraphim?" She looks at him like he's joking or crazy. But she entertains his question, not losing her pleasant tone. "We all are Descendants, I mean some are considered a Seraphim but we all are the same. Even if we look different." She gave her speech thinking that she was on the spot for advocating equality. But her answer indirectly gave Sygma a good clue of what they were dealing with. Much like humans of altering ethnic groups Descendant was a word for the sum total of all their kind. Though how a demon, a angel, or a dragonic man can be considered of the same species baffled him. He speaks with his team asking what they think they should do with their new found information.

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The Fotian soldier is stiff when Cara leans onto him. He does not react much but upon noticing her and her fair features he flirted in return. Most Fotian people are hardy but tempted by lust easily. "We are here for a couple of thieves, 20,000 worth of pieces for both. The King has sent out an order himself to catch these two. We are proud Guards of the royal city, some of his army has been sent out beyond even here to find them. A sacred artifact from the Fotian kingdom was taken." He whispered the last part due to his secrecy oath. He then attempted to grab her by the side, being forceful and awkward. "Perhaps you can come with us, I'm sure my captain and others would love to meet you." He let out a deep chuckle that was altered under the vibration of his helmet.

Garooda lets out a deep howl in agony as his bones snap under the pressure of Eden's manipulations of his weaker joints. "I'll never.." He groaned to Eden's request for an apology. His good eye turning a blistering red from the anger and pain from the humiliation. His heaving breath blows the dust from the floor with each snorting exhale. He groans when Eden releases him and begins to crawl to his feet. His broken arm going limp as he did this. His good arm holding onto it. He roared in anger, widening his jaws and spits fire in anger similar to a Bunsen burner. He closed his jaws after and steam escaped from his gritted teeth, evaporating as they danced in the air. He had suffered worse than broken limbs in the past so the fight was far from out of him. But he knew when over extending his already risky behavior was not due. "And well you're no Dragon, but I wonder if I can drag your sorry ass to the guild and they'll let me in? So... How about that drink?" Said Eden. Stoking the rage inside Garooda even more. His good hand began to light up like a fire and steam escaped his palm as a gentle light was seen underneath his hand. After a few seconds of hearing bones being snapped back into place he stopped, removing his hand from his arm and then began stretching his broken arm out. Revealing it was healed. He chuckled a bit at Eden's words now. Replying with a cocky grin. "I'd be a hell of a lot harder to kill than a mere Dragon." He then gestured for his subordinates to throw him a bag from a satchel on his armor. It was a leather bag filled with jewels and other rare stone pieces all viable as currency in this world. "Here.. Take your money, you've won for now." He went and tossed the bag on the ground before Eden, a few stones spilling out. One of his fellow guardsmen opened the door for Garooda while another walked out with his armor in his arms. Garooda turned to leave but gave Eden one final look. "Try not to disgrace our people further.." He pulled a blade from underneath his clothing and pierced a table with it, before strolling toward the door and out.

The Sol bar owner is approached by Krutik and spoken to. Without paying him much mind, as his focus was on the bag of jewels tossed down by the guard. "I haven't the slightest idea what you mean." He looks at Krutik quizzically wondering if he saw something he did not. Everyone was looking at the fight, including him most intently. He looked up the stairs and saw nothing but the few royal guest rooms. One belonged to the one known as Mirror, who was well respected among the people of the Vrondi lands and even owned this bar covertly. The other was Eden, a elite Fotian soldier with royal blood in two kingdoms. "Oooh, perhaps that is Mirror, our honored guest. He does love his privacy." He mentioned to Krutik with a wave of his hand as if to shoo away the issue. Clearly if they had the key to open the door it must belong to Mirror He thought.

He looked Krutik up and down with a hand placed to his chin. "You're a strong looking one, how much do you cost? I mostly hire Seraphim female waitresses but males are good for variety."
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The hooded girl removed her hood and looked at Tamara. She stood a few feet away from her and looked deep into her eyes. Rai did not pay much attention and instead observed the room, obviously this being his first time in here.

"I know you're wondering why we brought you here. Well just try to keep calm, like don't scream or anything. My name is Sai by the way." Before allowing Tamara a chance to react there was a white light emitted from the eyes of Sai, then, like a jolt of lightning from the heavens, Tamara was thrown into a vision that felt more than real. She was where she felt most happy doing something she dreamed of. In this she would forget of her past life, as if it were a dream itself. After a moment of this Tamara was brought back, standing where she was and no passage of time seemed to have taken place. Sai had delved into Tamara's mind and memories. She saw how the guards were looking for them and some of the patrons that were there. Eden included. "What a poser.." She chuckled.

Rai walked over to the bed and grabbed the paper by Mirror and began reading it. "I think we have all that we need from you.. uhm" "Tamara.." "Right. So now you can go." Said Rai with Sai chiming in for the name, having read Tamara's mind and all.

as they talked the seraphim from before began to form from the mist coming through the wooden cracks of the floors. Forming into the masked seraphim it stood before the three grounded by gravity much unlike its appearance. Everything looking seraphim almost to a cosmic level, having no hair and the flesh being of a blue hue. Its mask was white and the eyes were perpetually glowing with a yellow and orange scattered mixture. Rai and Sai reacted in surprise, however they refrained from drawing in weaponry. As the Seraphim turned to look at the two Rai shouted with a excited tone. "Makhaira! What are you doing here?" He looked in awe of the appearance of one of the highest ranking in the Aion. The voice echoed within their minds as a hand was raised. No time for pleasant hellos.. There are a few guests entering this bar. You are to go to them, speak with the one known as Sygma and aid them on their journey home in exchange for protection in delivering the blood seal. Farewell. The Seraphim then began to deteriorate into a cloudy mist once more, slowing seeping into the cracks. As he did this a book was thrown at his intangible form by Sai. "What the FUCK!" She shouted hitting a wall with the 200 paged paper back.

As this happened Tamara was left to be there. "Well we know we got some people we can trust now.. Tamara was it? Apologies for all this weirdness. We are the ones with bounties on our heads. We are not thieves I swear.." Said Sai to Tamara. "Listen I read your memories I know I can trust that you're not in allegiance with Fotia or the Therosi. But is your master trust worthy too? You should be free, I think owning any Dragons beyond the ferals is sadistic." She sat on the bed as she spoke and hummed out the last part while her eyes were looking up at the ceiling. Rai headed for the door, replacing his hood so it shadowed his face. "I'll go speak to the guests.." Rai walked down the stairs and found the area clearing some, except for the humans who walked in refilling the place. They were indeed a odd bunch, and so Rai approached them calmly. "Hello, Sygma?" He spoke low to not gain too much attention. But loud enough for the humans in his vicinity to hear. He drew the attention of all of the humans however and their tensions with it.

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The darkness looked at the personifications of the books dark powers with a unchanging expression. As if what was visible of his person was akin to a mask, only hiding the ugly truth underneath. "I seek a expanse of my power. Two things for certain will guarantee I bestow to you my limitless power. The Scythe of the lord of the Nero Kingdom. Only his weapon will satiate my desires, yet one as him cannot be easily met or tricked.. I only require you seek him out, then I will aid you." The mass began to recede into the ground leaving just the head of the figure. "Come I will give you a path in which to guide you with ease.." His head vanished within the pool of darkness formed onto the earth. The serpent of massive size made its way down the tree and into the dark portal.

Upon entering the pool of darkness R'lyeh would feel a cold like mist engulf his body. He then would rise from the very pit he entered out into a new location. He would be near the entrance of the town of Twilight. The cold would guide him as before and would lead him to the guide posts. There descendants spoke with a freelance guider whom vowed to reveal the safest route to the Kingdom of Nero.

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