[center] Theme : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9uIZmrCjHLI&ebc=ANyPxKopxJEIVLcgsEcrF4sLpf92kLNjmE-hTnGd6foS2xQQ1ZwQO5l55pxgWHpx0annSJPGEhj5WMe4sw9N0CbSia5P2hmc4w [img]http://orig12.deviantart.net/02a9/f/2011/339/0/1/tree_village_by_e_mendoza-d4iazh5.jpg[/img] 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. --------------------------------------------- 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. [i]"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?" [/i] 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. [i]Clearly if they had the key to open the door it must belong to Mirror[/i] 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." ---------------------------- 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. [i]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.[/i] 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. --------------------------- 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. [color=darkorchid]"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."[/color] The mass began to recede into the ground leaving just the head of the figure. [color=darkorchid]"Come I will give you a path in which to guide you with ease.." [/color]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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