[center][color=turquoise][h2]Nyx[/h2][/color][/center]
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	The final obscenities of Corpse Collector could be heard even on the edge of the Black City, marking the end of the battle and giving the Strykers a definitive victory.  At that very moment, Nyx could feel the winds of change blowing as he slit the throat of one last Outlaw as the rest fled.  He could tell war was coming, and EXP would change hands faster than it ever had before.  As the body of the unfortunate mage hit the ground, the Assassin leaned on the gate he had worked so hard to defend, chuckling slightly.  [color=turquoise]"After that display, I don't think I'd be a welcome sight in the Red City.  I just protected an uprising from the one force that would end it before it began..."[/color]  As he wracked his brain in an attempt to choose one of the paths before him, he noticed something on the bloodied field before him.

	Kicking off of the wall and casually walking past the crew of Sweepers impaling bodies, along with an accidental shoulder check to one, he hastened his pace towards the object that had caught his attention.  Upon his arrival, he found a set of purely cosmetic armor, probably abandoned by a fleeing Outlaw that was looking to lighten the load.  In all reality, it was worth virtually nothing, although there was one thing of note; it looked badass.  Given he relied very little on actual armor, he decided the intimidating factor was more useful than a suit that provided barely any protection... which also looked like it had just been put through a washing machine with a can of cherry-flavored Kool-Aid.  Picking up the armor, he found it had several separate pieces, including a short sword that looked slightly cooler than the average one.  Equipping the entire set, along with a new mask, he moved his old suit to the bottom-most slot in his inventory, intending to sell it at some point.  However, a thought raced through his mind.  [color=turquoise]"Would someone pay good EXP for a bloody suit..?"[/color]

	Knowing this game, probably.  Deciding to take a stroll through his inventory, the assassin realized he had gained enough EXP through his massacre at the gate to level up.  Without hesitation, he spent the mass of currency, feeling a surge of energy as the options for Level 4 Feats were presented to him.  Taking all things into consideration, he was a man of stealth at heart, and went for Grim Stride.  His only hope was that it would help in the days to come.

	Deciding he'd seen enough bloodshed for one day, he took a seat on a nearby bench, typing out a message before he signed off.

[quote][b]To:[/b]  [color=turquoise]Eclipse Princess[/color]

[b]From:[/b]  [color=turquoise]Nyx[/color]

[b]Subject:[/b]  [color=turquoise]It's Over[/color]

	[color=turquoise]In the event you hadn't seen already, the Outlaw army ran away.  If you ever need a hand, do not hesitate to call for me.  I appreciate a capable ally, and would gladly work with you again.[/color][/quote]
	Attached to the message was a Friend Request.  The remaining effort was all on the berserker's end.  With the e-mail sent, he logged off.

	[@KoL][hr][center][color=turquoise][h2]Aaron Fletcher[/h2][/color][/center]
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	Waking up in the hospital room he'd logged in in, Aaron stood from his seat and stretched, noticing everyone else in the room was out cold in a chair of their own... aside from the girl in the bed.  She was awake.  [color=turquoise]"Oh, um... hello, ma'am.  Sorry about the, uh... mess, I guess.  You kinda, um... brought us here with a glitched dungeon earlier..."[/color]  Habitually scratching the back of his neck and accidentally pulling his back in from his coat, the hunk of iron that was his crowbar slid out and landed on the floor with a metallic thud.  [color=turquoise]"...I can explain."[/color]

	The train wreck of a human being really couldn't.

	[@ReaptheMusic][hr][center][color=tan][h2]Phantom Regality[/h2][/color][/center]
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	Having barely gotten his minion's hand's dirty just as Corpse Collector's final profanities rang out through the Black City,  Phantom Regality cursed under his breath.  [color=tan]"Well, there goes the greatest chance for EXP gains of the century..."[/color]  Having barely managed to fill a tenth of the requirement for Level 4, it was understandable how he would be slightly angered by the missed opportunity.  Decidedly leaning on the wall of a decrepit tower, the Necromancer started sorting through his inventory once again.  Thankfully, the dissolutions in the city that his thralls were working on were still bringing in small amounts of EXP, rounding out around a half of his goal of the next level.

	Out of the blue, he received a Friend Request from none other than Arms Slave.  In an instant, he accepted it and released his servants, the two crumbling to dust a few blocks away, then made his way towards the City gate.

	He passed through the gate just as the Assassin from earlier left for one reason or another, and arrived just in time to witness the gruesome impaling of the bodies of avatars and NPCs.  Electing to simply watch for a moment, he leaned on the wall, somehow enjoying the nauseating scent of death all around.  Hey, when your entire character is based on micromanaging the undead, you get used to it.

	Soon enough, Arms Slave passed through, and Phantom followed him.  [color=tan]"I take it you and that girl have a history?"[/color]  The Mage asked, pointing back towards the corpse message that had been left as he walked.  He patiently waited for an answer, not really paying attention to his surroundings.

	[@Lucius Cypher]