Feon had just entered the small Village of Lemhard. It was a village that was already destroyed by the Hero, or atleast the inhabitants were killed many of them now walking around as undead. It seemed that Tyrant had obtained a new power in the way of necromancy. Many of the towns inhabitants were seemingly guarding the center of the town.

"You better not be lying about this Rem." Feon said to a seemingly invisible force. She waited for a moment as if hearing the answer the turning her attention towards a statue in the middle of the town. Feon had realized long ago that there was no way for her to defeat the Tyrant on her own. Atleast not without help. So as a way to find help she had spread a rumor about there being a way to defeat the tyrant in the middle of this town.

Feon gave a sigh when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see a single undead lightly brushing against her, then realize that she was living and attempted to attack her. Feon got into a fighting stance with a fist held up glowing with holy light. She reared her hand back then threw a punch into the undead's stomach sending it flying into a bench near by.

Thankfully none of these undead had the capacity in them to help each other so Feon's action when largely ignored.

"Another one..." Leila said as she rode towards the village from a distance. She had hurried here as fast as she could when she heard about the Hero laying waste to it. It seemed the news was true. It indeed had been destroyed, or at least most of it. Most of the buildings had been razed to the ground, with only a few still shaped like houses though they suffered significant damages nonetheless. The odd thing however was that Leila still saw people wandering around in the village. She had expected them to be all gone, just like the other villages.

At the gate of the village, or at least what remained of it anyways, Leila descended from her horse. She then approached the gate guard standing in the middle of the road, with his head hung down, looking down to the ground.

"Excuse me, Sir, is it true that--"

Before she could finish her sentence, the guard suddenly lunged towards her, his spear aimed right at her chest. Leila's reflexes quickly made her dodge out of the way.

"Aaaaaaaaaa..." she heard the soldier moan.

"This is... a zombie?!" she said to herself. There was no mistaking it. That slouched posture, that moaning, that absent-looking expression, that stench, he was definitely undead.

"I am sorry... I shall make you sure you rest in peace," she said to the undead before calling her sword out from its hyperspace, manifesting it instantly in her hand. Then, without any hesitation, she leaped forward and slashed the creature into two. His bodies fell to the ground with a sickening thud.

"...Is this your doing too, Sven...?" she mumbled to herself with a disheartened voice.

She entered the village, her sword still in hand. She saw how it was crawling with zombies, no doubt all the villagers who once lived in this place.

She then noticed a girl punching one of the zombies' stomach, sending it flying into a bench in the middle of the town. It seemed she was no zombie, seeing how she could sense holy energy coming from her attack.

"Excuse me miss," she said as she approached her, "I am Leila, a knight of this kingdom. I came here right away as soon as I heard the news that it had been attacked. Were you here when the event happened? D-did the Hero really do this?" she asked, her voice shaking a little in the end due to her excitement.

The town was quiet, although not in the way he'd expected. Tony stared at the ruined town, an annoyed scowl plastered on his face as he watched the town's undead inhabitants shuffled about. He had hoped there wouldn't be anything there. He wanted to set up camp so he wouldn't have to drag his load everywhere while he was looking for leads. Sighing, Tony decided that standing there wouldn't get him anywhere and headed down into the town.

Fast forward a few minutes and Tony had found foundhimself with his axe lodged down to the neck a particularly aggressive zombie's head. It flailed for a few moments under Tony's weapon before he kicked it off, sending its lifeless body careening into a few of his brethren. Tony raised his weapon towards them expecting another fight but the zombies ignored the dead corpse and moved on, towards the center of the town.
"Feh." Tony spat, shaking the blood off his axe. "What's a man got to do for a good fight around here?"
None of the zombies replied.

Tony was actually glad that none of them bothered to help their brethren. He loved his fights as much as the next guy but he wasn't stupid enough to engage an enemy with indefinite numbers unless he really had to. Not that he had anything against fighting an indefinite number of enemies, but he had somewhere to be right now. And apparently, the zombies did too.

In fact it looked for all the world as if they were heading in the same direction - the center of town. This made Tony suspicious. It was highly possible that the whole set up was a trap. There'd been rumours of a way to defeat the hero, rumours that said it resided in this very town, and the presence of undead in that very same town couldn't have been a coincidence. Nevertheless, Tony had somewhere to be. This was one of the few hopes that the people clung to - that a hero would rise and overthrow the tyrant. This was one of the ways that could be achieved.

As he got near the edge of town center, Tony shrugged his pack off of his shoulders and set it down in the coner of a half-destroyed blue building. Putting his axe down for a moment he then took his shield from the front and strapped it onto his left arm before picking the axe back up. Geared up and ready for action, Tony stepped outside and took cover behind a building, staring at the obstacle ahead. The zombies were massing around the city center and he knew he wouldn't get in there without help. Individually and even in small groups they wouldn't much trouble, it was the sheer volume and number that would give him issues. He wasn't keen on fighting them without any way to clear out the horde quickly. He'd need more numbers, numbers which he was sure would come. He'd seen a few non-zombies who looked like they could handle themselves but they'd need much more than that. Tony had avoided them for now, he wasn't sure where there allegiances lay. The rumors were dismissed as just that, rumours, by most everyone besides the most desperate or, most importantly, the ones who had a real shot at killing the tyrant. And that was just the crowd that Tony wanted in with. But he couldn't be sure that it wasn't a trap, and that the visitors weren't in fact agents of the tyrant, so he opted to wait for others to come.

Kolonis strode slowly into the village, painfully aware that even at her carefully selected angle of entry, she had done next to nothing to conceal her approach.
She had spent weeks without a plan. It irked her. While the end was always in mind, the means to it had become muddled. Losing one’s demon lord didn’t help matters one bit, and she had no chance against the so-called hero. And now her ‘plan’ was to head into a village the hero destroyed, assuming he wasn’t still present. She could not sort out the magical signatures before her, and that too irked her.

What was plain as she continued was the abundant presence of necromancy. That concerned her. A single individual with skill over the divine and necromancy, in addition to the rumors of demonic skill and a wide set of abilities, was a very dangerous concept. The zombies themselves were weak and pathetic, and to illustrate her point, she stopped her slow stride into the village as two came out before her. Slow, predictable, walking in a straight line towards her. She swiftly leaned forwards to grab both their skulls and channeled fire through her fingers, incinerating their heads as they pointlessly flailed to gain a grip on her arms and torso.

A nifty skill, but something more efficient would be necessary when two became twenty, which seemed very likely to happen.

Peering ahead, she took quick note that she was not alone in her interest. A pair of female humans. She hung back, unsure of her best course to continue. There was a time when she would have cast a few runes and dealt with them, but these were strange times, and she could not afford to be hasty.

Astiroth sighed as he neared the village of Lemhard. It wasn't the fact that is was crawling with undead, or even that he would most likely get into a conflict. It was the fact that he had to keep walking. Hunting for the he or turned tyrant wasn't an easy task. While the tyrant was learning and gaining power, the only thing Astiroth could do was search for him.

As Astirother neared the village, he made sure he was in human form. He didn't want to spook any survivors. They had already witnessed hell in the slaughter of their friends and family...that is...if there were any survivors.

He took note out the amount of undead that filled the village. "Well I'd rather not at the moment." He turned his gaze toward the rooftops. He walked into the closest building and climbed to the roof.

Heven had a much better view of the village and what remained of its inhabitants. "I'll just use the rooftops to reach the center." Astir other said as he began trying to navigate the rooftops.

Kythe sat up on the roof of one of the buildings, one foot resting on the edge while the other dangled off. He wasn't up there out of any desire to remain hidden, just the practicality of avoiding the creatures in the streets and a higher vantage point, that none of the others that came through looked up to see him was just a bonus, except for the one figure he could see had the same idea as him but that one was still a few rooftops down and he could barely make anything out of it at this distance.

Kythe himself had come to the remains of Lemhard to investigate rumors that a way of defeating the Tyrant could be found here. He had little faith in those rumors, thought even crossed his mind that it could be a trap for other prospective heros, but as he was faced with the options of a potential trap or the destruction of all he holds dear well...it didn't seem to be that much of a decision then, besides it was just about the only lead he had at all at this point. Now based of the appearances of the other people that found their way in, the divine magic using pugilist; a knight; a demon sorceress he recognized from when he watched the hero when he was on his quest; and a man that smelled of olive oil and spices, he made a bit of a guess that they were here for pretty much the same if not similar reasons.

As it was some of them seemed to be taking a wait-and-see approach to the others, but with some kind of interaction between all of them seemingly inevitable, and likely to have been intended, there wasn't much reason to draw it out at this point. He leapt down from the roof onto a pair of shambling corpses that had beet a bit to close together, immediately crushing one's skull under a clawed foot and pinning the other down. He quickly drew his blade of his back and dragged it along the ground to finish off the pinned zombie and lash out at one more nearby before resting it over his shoulder and standing up tall, glancing down at the demon and then over at the knight and brawler "I'm going to venture a guess that we are all here for roughly the same reason!" He raised his voice to call out to them and turned his gaze to the village center "should we get on with it then?!" without really waiting for a response he wound up for a strike again, his blade shining with light magic, and slashed at the air sending a wave of light to strike another zombie a few feet in front of him.

Sure calling everyone out was a gamble, but he was confident that the Demon Sorceress standing far to his left at this point had no allegiance to the tyrant, so that was one person he at least didn't have to worry about too much and possibly a potential ally, even if only temporarily.

A demon walked out of the woods with a confident stride, its most notable features its tail and the two massive spikes protruding from its back. Vreskrr looked down, staring at the demon reflected in a puddle of water. Looking good today she thought to herself, before moving on. After a little while of walking Vreskrr stumbled upon a village. It looked like a busy town, but upon closer inspection most of the inhabitants just loitered a bit, occasionally shambling around a little. A few individuals did stand out, though. A pair of females having a conversation -the only ones at that- and a figure clad in robes covered in demonic runes.

Vreskrr was about to approach the robed figure when a figure on the rooftop blocked off the sun, casting his shadow over her before jumping off and slaying a few zombies. The figure called out to everyone claiming they would have a similar goal. Right, the same goal. Vreskrr thought before impaling a zombie with her spear. Using the impaled zombie to push through the horde, Vreskrr made her way to the 'confident' warrior. "So, little man, if we have the same goal, what would this be, hmm?" She spoke in a mocking tone.

The town was proving to be a popular destination. A human in plain sight and something unseen but certainly demonic was present somewhere ahead, and behind her, the distinct feeling of a demon not too far away, though not one she immediately recognized. The town gave many conflicting signals, but these struck her plainly.

That such a town would be a popular destination was not too surprising, though it wasn't what she counted on. But then, there were many things in the past two months she hadn't counted on. More observation would be necessary before dedicating herself to her next move. Their goal was likely to destroy the hero, and that goal was one she seriously doubted would go far at all. If every one of her own plans had failed, what could a group of humans and a strange mix of others possibly hope to do?

She took up a position besides a small ruined building, smashing away with her wrist an undead that was shambling towards her. Patience, observation, and the occasional annihilation of lifeless pawns.

Feon turned to see a lady in knights armor approach her asking if the Tyrant had really done such a thing to this town. "Fraid so kid, The Hero has betrayed us. But I'm here to fix that, and stop him." Feon said to Leila before looking at the broken houses. "I wasn't here during the event's of this attack, but it has the marks of the Tyrant." Feon added answer Leilas earlier question.

Feon looked around the area as she realized that her rumor spreading had payed off. From what she could tell a man in leather armor had appeared, so had what seemed to be a lizard man of some sorts shouting towards the others in the area. A grin spread onto Feon's face as she walked towards the lizard man. The undead in the area continued to just shamble around aimlessly. Obviously they were made by an ameteur necromancer.

"Good to know someone here came to the rumor and realizes that others are here for similar reasons. Isn't it Rem?" Feon said speaking to no one in particular. "Guess I should introduce myself. I am the one who spread that rumor about there being a way to defeat the Tyrant. Of course this rumor is actually true, but no one person can defeat him. It's gonna take quite a few of us to do so." Feon stated now talking loudly as if she was talking to an audience. "Those of you willing to listen to me will come here and show your selves. I'm not the only one who spread that rumor after all." Feon added holding up a hand as if presenting something imaginary.

"Although, it might be better if I let Remus here talk too." Feon added finally stating the name of the demon lord. "Before I get on with the explanation though I would like you all to state your names just like Ms. Leila here has. I am Feon, a monk and currently the only one able to communicate with the now dead Demon Lord Remus." Feon stated. She was cocky that was true, but she had her reasons to be at the moment.

Alexis heard the rumor of someone that could defeat the Tyrant. She knew that the one that spread the rumor probably was bluffing, no one could kill the Tyrant. No one alone that is. She had to see this with their own eyes. The shadow said that they shouldn't go, but unfortunately for the shadow...Alexis was in command.

She was, as always, waking towards the village in what most would think be her Sunday dress, only black as the night. No weapons could be seen on her, not even a knife. A mad grin appeared on her face as she saw zombies moving around as if they were still alive. She started to laugh as she saw that zombies almost acted as if they were alive, moving around and doing nothing. " The classic life of a peasant " said Alexis in-between laughs.

A zombie eventually came towards her trying to attack her, she smiled and then ran towards the center of the village, where others could be seen. Humans and non-humans. Perfect she thought. As she approached the group, the zombie was following her , she started crying and yelled " Help, help. The undead have risen again. ".
She let a few tears go on her cheek and now, she looked perfectly harmless to anyone.

Astiroth didn't find the effortless strikes it took to kill the shambling undead. "Better to simply be put in the ground to be a shambling husk of what was former a person.

Astiroth moved from rooftop to rooftop watching as others moved to the center of the town as well. A varied group of misfits seemed to be forming. A demon or two could also be spotted. This might be an issue. In his human form, they won't be able to recognize, but if he unsheathed his sword around them then it would certainly raise suspicion. For now he would stay in human form and hope he would hot have to unsheathe his blade.

Astiroth made it to the center of town and listened as Feon talked about starting a rumor. Astiroth went to turn around and walk away in disbelief that he had fallen for a rumor until she mentioned it was truth. When the woman asked for names Astiroth had no intention of giving his real name. "My name is Jason Mythious. I heard of a rumor that this town held a key in defeating the tyrant. I figured I would come check it out. Not much hope left anyway."

"I see..." Leila answered, sounding a little dejected.

Their conversation was cut short with a lizard man suddenly leaping down from the roof, taking down a couple of zombies with his attack. Then, he loudly called for anyone who was there hiding to come out.

Leila never thought of that possibility. Her mind was entirely focused on the destruction of the village that she neglected the possibility that others might come to check out things too.

The rumor? She had known about it before she came here. It was yet another reason why she went here, though she had already fully expected the possibility that it was just a hoax, or even worse, a trap.

So this woman was responsible for the rumor, huh? She just wanted to gather strong people to bring down the Hero.

If it came to that, then she would be ready to fight.

...Wait, did she hear that right? Did she say the name of the Demon Lord, Remus? She said she could communicate with him.

Fishy. That was definitely fishy.

"Hey, what do you mean that you can communicate with Remus? Isn't he dead already? Are you one of his minions?" Leila said with a raised voice, her hand readied at her blade.

Her alarm bells rang even harder when a literal demon suddenly came out of nowhere and walked towards them. She just ignored her as she addressed the lizard man.

And then another person showed up. Thankfully, he seemed to be human from what she could tell. He walked towards the brawler and introduced himself.

"Careful! This girl apparently had some connections to the demon lord!" she warned him.

Now she had no idea what to do. Should she strike right away at the demoness? She didn't look to be hostile, and she herself wasn't sure that she could take her on. And then there was still the matter of the suspicious brawler.

Could it be that she just stumbled upon a gathering for the remains of the demon lord's army?

She shook her head. She had to stay calm in a situation like this. She concluded she would adopt the wait and see approach for now. With her blade's grip still in her hand, she waited for the brawler's explanation.

Slightly confused, Vreskrr assessed the situation. Random crying woman, check. Oblivious zealot, check. Shady figure trying to blend in...Concluding she had found herself in some silly soap opera, Vreskrr decided to 'handle' the situation. Pulling her spear from her zombie-meatshield, Vreskrr charged the spear, aimed it and shot a beam past the crying woman, barely passing next to the woman's cheek and hitting a zombie behind her.

Vreskrr turned towards the 'zealot'. "I wouldn't suggest picking a fight here girly, with the undead and all. So remove that hand from there will you?" She spoke in a voice that was clearly not human before adjusting to a more serious tone. "--If you don't, I'll have to." Laughing in a manner befitting her demonic voice, Vreskrr turned to perhaps the most interesting person around. "I don't know much about this rumor, but Remus? I thought he'd perished. Well, not that I care all that much, I've been feeling better than ever since I quit his army."

After a moment of uninterrupted silence Vreskrr sighed. "Geez, enthusiastic much? Fine, I'll play by your game then." Vreskrr took a step forward, unimpressed by Leila who was visibly on guard against her. "Call me Vreskrr. I might not know much about this rumor of yours or your plan, but I'll play along for now."

Leila's face turned into a frown at the demon woman's attitude. She was clearly irked by how arrogant she was. She did not respond to her taunt. Instead, she sent her sword away, though she still eyed the demon with a gaze that might just drill through the skull of an ordinary person. She reasoned that the demon seemed to come in peace for the moment, but you could never trust a demon. So even though she had summoned her sword away, she still would be ready to summon it in a split second if the demon decided to suddenly turn hostile. She was quite proud of her quick draw, having already caught many opponents off guard with her suddenly pressing her sword on their throat even though she was unarmed just a second ago. She thought this would also make the demon lower her guard, even if just for a little.

The fist fighter's announcement didn't move Tony, it only made him more suspicious. The only thing more suspect than a nutjob was a magic nutjob. Not that the girl (If he could say that; magic always made things weird) was necessarily insane or magical, but talking about dead people and demons tended to point towards insanity, and there was a good chance that magic was also involved. But he could accept that she might believe that she could hear the voice of the dead demon lord, he'd met plenty of people say that they could hear dead people, so that didn't bother him. If she was telling the truth, that would be bother him a lot, but that remained to be seen.

There was still something that bothered him, however, and that was his prospective teammates. One of the problems was that he could count the humans on one hand, and even then he wasn't sure they really were human. There was the fist fighter, the young knight, the man that introduced himself as Jason, and the crying girl. But with the presence of the spear wielding demon, that opened the situation up for all sorts of trouble. Any or all of the humans he'd counted could be demons, crafty lot as they were. The only one he could actually count on not being a demon was a lizard man, but that wasn't saying much.

Many people had an immense hatred of demons, and although Tony was not amongst those numbers, he'd lost a fair few friends fighting the demonic hordes. This gave him a slightly negative disposition to them, but that wasn't the main problem. The main problem with the group were that they were just eating this up! For all the things the demons had done to his fellow soldiers he at least believed they were realistic or cynical enough to not just believe some random possibly insane stranger who claims that they're talking to their dead leader. Tony himself wasn't exactly one to mind either but half his regiment didn't give their lives so humanity's last hope could follow the first random guy (or girl) who claimed to have a way to beat the tyrant. He wasn't against the idea, he too didn't have any options, but he was starting to get annoyed that no one pointed out the absurdity of this situation.

Tony stepped out of the shadows to where the group had begun congregating.
"Well look at the sorry lot we have gathered here." He said, walking confidently forward.
He took a moment to look around at the misfits gathered together. A demon that fired beams and various assorted persons of varying degrees of scruffiness. This was the group of misfits he expected. Well, he wasn't quite expecting demons but he hadn't been planning for any worse.
"I'm all for following a random stranger on an adventure and off a cliff or wherever it is you're supposed to go," He announced. "But I'm not biting the hook just yet."
He began slowly walking towards the monk girl, taking long, measured strides.
"I don't know about the rest of you," He continued, eyeing everyone in the group. "But when some nutjob starts telling me she can see the spirit of a dead schlub, I start turning the other way."
He stopped just in front of the girl and crosses his arms, staring resolutely into her eyes.
"So you're telling me that you're channeling the spirit of a dead man." He began. "When the only dead men I see are these god forsaken rotting abominations."
He gestured at the shuffling zombies pointedly and recrossed his arms.
"So I'm going to have to ask you to tell me again; why exactly should we trust what you're saying?" He continued. "Because from where I'm standing, you don't have any qualifications to call the shots around here."

Kolonis found the gathering to be a rather strange mix. Of all beings, demons seemed to have a strong lure. She thought they had all broken arms and lost their will to do anything useful. It posed opportunities and challenges, for while she could work with demons when they were under her command, they could be annoying rivals when there was a question of leadership. She won those fights most of the time in the demon lord's army, but they were still political affairs she had disdain for. Her distinctive appearance would be a dead giveaway to any magically attuned being that focused on her runes and appearance long enough, combined with her reputation that she couldn't entirely minimize. Nonetheless, she continued to make no use of illusion spells. Transparency would be her option for now, though if the humans remained ignorant of her identity, she wasn't inclined to correct them.

She took slow steps forwards, still well outside the main gathering, using a very minor spell to make the zombies pay no heed to her in particular. While it was sometimes fun to smash them, like training dummies that humans were so fond of using, she didn't feel like presenting herself as anything more than an observer. The demons would know what she was, perhaps even who she was, and she would be equally aware of them.

She finally stopped at a burnt bench a few yards away from the openly demonic figure (Vreskrr) and took a seat, observing the proceedings and creating the foundations for her next move.

A loud moan startled Garen from his slumber and he he shot up with sword in hand, only to find himself alone in the ruined tavern. Daylight beamed down through several holes in the ceiling, making the place uncomfortably bright. He set his sword on the counter and closed his eyes, letting a fresh breath of air into his lungs. Then exhaled slowly, trying to regain some composure and a semblance of clarity. The ranger had been on edge ever since, well... ever since Sven turned on the world. He stopped caring about how many days had passed awhile ago. It was all irrelevant to him, time that was. There wasn't enough in the world to fix the mistakes that had caused all of this blatant destruction. He mindlessly grabbed the closest bottle next to him and put it to his lips, but it was empty, just like all the other bottles on the counter. He opened his eyes, looked at it in thought, before tossing the bottle behind his back. The glass shattered against the wood, and he heard another moan from outside.

He didn't really know what this town was called, only that it was in the Tyrant's path and subjugated to the same fate as all the others. Arriving late seemed to be the only thing he was good at anymore, not like he could have helped any of these people even if he had arrived before Sven. He was too powerful, and now had an army at his back, the same creatures he had once sworn to destroy. Funny how things tend to happen like that, once you get a taste for power, it all goes downhill from that moment. He shifted his weight on his bar stool of a bed, and it broke from underneath him suddenly, sending Garen onto his back.

With what little pain he felt, he let out a long sigh and stared up at the ceiling with his arms outstretched. He could just imagine what the denizens of the tavern would think of him, 'One of those elves again.' He chuckled softly for a moment, then went back to a blank expression. There was no more people in the tavern, or the town, it seemed pointless to laugh at a dead people. Another moan broke his silence. Well, they were still out there, just not alive. The thought of necromancy made his stomach churn. Where had Sven even learned any of that? It didn't really matter Garen thought, he just did now. More moans could be heard from outside, so he thought it was probably time to find out what all of the fuss was about.

He got up slowly, using the counter as something to lean on. He was still slightly tipsy from last night, not to mention sore from sleeping and old wounds that were still healing. Some would take longer then others. His bow, for the life of him, was all the way at the end of the counter with his quiver. He put them both on without much fuss then grabbed his swords. He looked them over carefully, they were perhaps his greatest treasures. Dusk was his sword touched by darkness, slightly black in color and very handy in a fight against a creature of the light, while Dawn was his sword blessed by the light. Slightly white in color, it had helped him bring down many a demon and other corrupted creatures. How he had got them was quite the tale but it only pained him to think about it, those were better times. He sheathed both of them, before creeping up to one of the broken windows to take a peak outside.

At first he only saw undead, and a lot of them, all on a beeline somewhere deeper into town. Looking back they way they were coming from made him rub his eyes. He wasn't still sleeping was he? Opening them again, he saw the same thing, or should he say people. In the distance he saw the most peculiar group of people, just gathered around, probably talking to one another. More alarming was the unmistakable form of a demon looming above them, spear in hand. He couldn't really make out the others in great detail from where he glanced at them and because he really didn't have anything better to do, he walked over to the door to gain a better look at these newcomers. He had thought that towns destroyed by the Tyrant were pretty much places of taboo, or only as painful reminders of what was coming. So this very much intrigued him, as he covered his face and pulled his hood up.

He grabbed the door knob, only to have the door itself fall outwards into the street. He frowned, tossing the knob to the side he stepped out into the middle of the undead. Which in hindsight, probably wasn't very smart but he was Garen "The Arrow" Trask, and he found that adrenaline made for the best cure for a hangover. Not really wanting to waste arrows, he unsheathed his swords and began to make quick work of the former townsfolk. He tried not to think that these people were once normal, even alive just like him. No, he told himself that they were dead now and without much choice, he believed it. For the others down the street, they would soon see him without mercy, putting down the dead that barely fought back. It wasn't the best of introductions, but he didn't really plan to talk while there was work that was needed to be done.

Feon smirked as questions were asked about if she could really speak to the demon lord or not. She turned her attention to Leila again as she seemed to panic at the thought of Feon being a demon. "I expected a bit of trouble like this. Well I can tell you for certain I don't serve Rem. If anything he follows me around because I'm the only one who will listen." Feon said before taking a seat onto a bench that leaned up against the statue in the middle of town. It was one of those weird abstract statues that looked like floating water. Feon sat taking up the whole bench as if to assert herself almost.

"I'll admit being secluded from the world in a temple for a few years has made me very unaware of the events that have transpired. I heard there were some demons around, and then that the demon lord was killed by the Hero Sven. I also heard that the Hero is now the Tyrant Sven." Feon said stating what she knew of what was going on.

"Although I can certainly tell which of you are demons, I mean, I'm a monk." Feon said looking directly at Jason Mythious. She wasn't going to say anything about it. Of course it wasn't just her that knew this.

"Hey! Arrow man! Could you please go help the kid?" Feon said shouting over to Garen whom while she didn't recognize him Remus did. Feon of course was referring to the girl who was running from the zombies who weren't even chasing her. Though in truth, if any normal person had seen this sight they would have been running too.

"So onto the reason we are here. There is a way to kill the Tyrant. But it has to be done before he can gain any more dark powers. Currently the majority of his powers are that of light. The way to kill him however, is to use the darkness, and that which is not in either category of light or dark. This could be a number of things, all I know about that magic though, is that it is very strange." Feon stated.

Kythe continued to take out any of the corpses that got too close to him as the monk shouted back to him and everyone else in the village, identifying herself as the one that spread the rumor and one capable of speaking to the late demon lord, interesting. more commotion stirred with a few latecomers and a demon that came up to him but moved on before he had a chance to respond to what she had said. Tensions seemed to flare and wane between some of them, namely the knight whose name he'd yet to hear and Vreskrr. That coupled with the appearance of a frantic girl, Jason coming down from the roof, and the spice-smelling man coming out to question Feon's validity was really turning into quite a spectacle.

The sorceress made her way into things as well, but rather than get involved she found a seat to set herself as an observer, and with her being the only one he was sure of before he decided to start there, at least if he was to get something down before all the shambling corpses caught on to this group. He made his own way over and leaned on the back of the bench next to her "you, I recognize your scent at least but I never got close enough to hear your name" he paused for a moment as someone made a racket down the street, sparing a quick glance he saw an elf he was able to recognize as one of the Hero's former companions, that'll wind up being dealt with soon enough, for now he looked back at the Demonic Sorcerer he was close to "I'm Kythe, and I believe we share an enemy"

Kolonis would find the presence of the Lizan to be an odd concept in normal scenarios, but again, it was no normal scenario that was present in the town. Their part of the world was one she had very little experience with. This individual seemed marginally familiar, but if she knew him, it was in a very secondary capacity. She had spent most of her time on specific targets, and others were either all but ignored or given scrutiny to the point that she would know them from anywhere, in any form. Plainly the one who sat besides her was one of the former.

Though most beings, and indeed, most demons she knew freely gave their names, Kolonis was not the type to do so freely. She wouldn't be surprised if it came out naturally, as there was a good chance that if nobody else the other demon would make a connection, but she wouldn't be the one to remove one of her presently few advantages.

"What's the name to you?" she replied almost absentmindedly as she attempted to make sense of the energies in the village. They were becoming clear now, and she was beginning to sift through and identify what magic was what, and in what quantities. I'll need to recreate the runewords. Said runewords lasted thousands of years, yet thousands of years had passed, and she wasn't gathering the signals quite the way she used to. She almost missed the comment about the hero being a shared enemy.

"It may appear that we do, but neither of us know for sure just which side the other is on, or indeed what side all of them are on," she replied with a gesture at the group. She doubted the lizan besides her was an advocate of the hero; it simply struck her as being unlikely. Nonetheless, she had no plans of being an open book, and a lizan was only a few steps above a human.