(Teyla Ethergate Davison Main, Inside the Consortium Capital, Jagilish, the Emerald Fortress. Dinmar Tavern)

Teyla and her twin sister was sitting at the emerald table. She always enjoyed everything she ate is mostly the reason she picked the special since it changes every now and then. She waited for a bit. ”I hope you enjoy the bented salmon sister,” Teyla said.

Nadia walks back holding the blue tea that Teyla asked for smiling at her. “Here’s your tea, Teyla I hope you enjoy it,” Nadia said, happily. She sat the tea down by Teyla and smiled again.

Teyla looked at the blue tea and wondered what it is for a second. ”What is this tea called?” Teyla asked, curiously towards Nadia. She wanted to know the name of the tea before she took a sip of it.

Nadia giggled at the question. “You should ask the two council members that made this tea in the first place, I only give it to them,” Nadia said, giggling at Teyla’s question.

The smell from the kitchen of the Bented Salmon and all the fresh ingredients veggies were coming into the tavern proper and hit the nose of everyone in the room. “Nadia, can you come here the two plates of Bented Salmon are finished,” Merrick said, loudly enough for his daughter to hear him.

Teyla had an air of caution to the tea she was given, she usually drinks green tea with a hint of lemon. She heard Merrick’s voice about the plates of bented salmon are finished and her whole body gave out a sigh of relief. ”I will enjoy this meal was given to us by the Twin Goddesses Vera and Meria as a wonderful meal,” Teyla said, a little prayer before the food is delivered.

Her twin sister heard the bented salmon and saw the blue tea sitting near her sister and sighed slightly. ”Teyla you are too kind to everyone,” Fiona said. She never really was interested in giving prayers to her food because she knows the Goddesses don’t need the praise, they helped the Consortium people enough.

Nadia enjoyed seeing Teyla’s air of caution to the tea but heard her father talk loudly to her and walked to the kitchen. She picked up one plate of Bented Salmon meant for Fiona and walked it to her. The Bented Salmon was a massive meal of salmon on a plate of food, it was quite a massive plate to hold gently but Nadia is used to holding these massive meals of food. “Here you are Fiona, I will be getting yours Teyla,” Nadia said, happily.

Fiona looked at the plate of food in front of her and was completely shocked at the size of the plate for one. The second thing she noticed was the bented salmon was half the size of the plate and was startled. ”Oh my goddesses… That is a vast plate of food. My favorite veggie, Zucchinis yays,” Fiona said, startled and slightly annoyed that she never ate this at home. She was mostly annoyed at herself. ”Sister, I think I will be changing my diet to try new things from now on,” Fiona said, happily.

Teyla heard what Nadia had said about her plate and smiled when Fiona said what she said about stopping her diet more or less. ”That’s good sister, at least this plate is big enough for two plates of Bented Salmon with all the other things on it,” Teyla said, happily. She was happy that her sister finally after all this time changed her mind for only eating Zucchini Soup and eat something else for a change. ”Why were you on that diet in the first place?” Teyla asked, curiously.

Fiona blushed as red as an apple when her sister asked that question. ”T-Trying to impress you my sister…,” Fiona said, looking down. She wondered how to eat Bented Salmon first and looked at her sister confused.

Teyla heard what she said but didn’t notice her sister turn red. ”You are silly sister, you don’t need to impress me. Your diet was a poor choice,” Teyla said, smiling at her sister but patiently waiting for her plate more.

Nadia walked back to the kitchen and walked out with Teyla’s massive plate of Bented Salmon with Black Olives, green beans and zucchinis. She sat her plate down right besides the other one but making sure the Blue Tea wasn’t spilled. “Here you go Teyla and now you two will be happy to be filled by your mother’s favorite dish she likes cooking for Teyla,” Nadia said, happily.

Teyla sipped the blue tea and felt slightly strange. She saw a vision into the past, of the first time she was almost struck by lightning and she started to shiver and freak out in the now. ”Vision Tea, are you kidding me? Is that a side effect of me being a human,” Teyla said, startled.

Nadia nodded her head of her question. “No it is a natural effect of the tea as it is shows visions of the past, present and future events but they are much more clearer in the past than the future. The only good about this tea the first sip gives the person who drinks it a vision of whatever scarred them but after that it is inert,” Nadia said, happily. Nadia was happy to see that the first person other than the ones who crafted the tea in the first place got what it is.

Teyla looked at Nadia slightly and sighs with relief with what she had said. ”Can you put the name on the tea itself than so everyone will know because yeah… I don’t want to have that shock again,” Teyla said, startled still. Her body was shaking. She takes her plate of food and starts to eat the plate of food slowly since she doesn’t want to make a mess because she is shaking.

Fiona sees her sister eat the food with the usual utensils and follows suit. She looked at Nadia for a second. ”Nadia can I have the usual tea, I drink,” Fiona said, with a smile.

Nadia heard Fiona speak and get the usual tea and puts Vision Tea on the Blue Tea so everyone will know what it is from now on. She walked back to Fiona and sits the tea down in front of her. “Thank you for being council members from the Davison Family, all our woes are healed with you here,” Nadia said, happily.

Fiona heard what Nadia said and smiled back at the compliment Nadia gave to her and her twin sister. ”No problem, Nadia I am happy to be a service to the Consortium. All of the Council Members are in agreement the peace of the land and peace of mind is better than wars,” Fiona said.

They continue eating and Nadia walked up to the Elite Guards that defend these two. “Brenton and Rachel you want something?” Nadia asked them.

Rachel and Brenton is shocked at the size of the plates she brought out for the two council women of the Consortium. They both look up at Nadia and shook their heads they already ate and they only want to keep these two safe. ”Nah we already ate, we know to keep ourselves full we aren’t running a nation like the Consortium. The meetings are long and we always train ourselves to be one in the same,” Rachel said, happily. She was shocked in the reaction that Teyla had when she drank the tea and smiled. ”Seems as if, she is scared of something of her past,” Rachel said.

Brenton rolled his eyes at his sister and he remembered that time since he was standing watch outside. “Rachel, it is because of one reason, that freak lightning storm that hit the Emerald City and caused many people to be afraid of lightning,” Brenton said, annoyed to his sister.

Rachel heard her brother and slightly shocked. ”Freak lightning storm… that is uncanny and unusual at the same time,” Rachel said.

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(Nico H. Marshal Side, In the Consortium’s Capital, the Council Room sitting at the table in his chair)

Nico rubbed his forehead and looked around the Council Room. ”Hmm,” Nico said, annoyed slightly. He noticed Miguel in the room sitting in his chair. ”Miguel, can you help me make sense of this problem,” Nico said.

Miguel heard Nico’s voice and annoyance in his voice. He got up from his chair and walked towards Nico. He knew of their both loving of the same girl, Teyla. ”Yes, Nico what is the confusing thing?” Miguel asked.

Nico looked up to the draconian and smiled slightly. ”The reports on the Drak’Eel are getting more disturbing,” Nico said, annoyed. He never thought he would be happy to have Teyla out of the room. ”We should keep this from Teyla since we all share a similar fear of them, she is more sensitive to these matters,” Nico said. He was shivering slightly because of this.

Miguel heard this and was shocked. ”What are the Drak’Eel doing lately that makes you nervous? And I agree with that she doesn’t need to know about them,” Miguel said, worried.

Nico gives him one of the reports that Miguel’s twin gave him. ”Read it for yourself,” Nico said.

Miguel looked over the report and sees they are being more territorial lately and lashing out of their breeding grounds more lately and coming by the ports of the Consortium and are larger than before but still terrified of the Golden Dragon. He was shocked. ”The entire council needs to hear this,” Miguel said.

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(Elite Guard, Karisha of Jagilish, looking out towards the Ocean and sees an unusual sign this far out from where the Drak’Eel usually are found by a Reverse Lightning Bolt coming from the Sea upwards into the sky.)

The Elite Guard looks through a telescope and sees a Reverse Lightning Bolt coming from the seas and was utterly shocked. “Are you kidding me, a Drak’Eel I hope no one is dumb enough to get close to that beast,” ??? said the Elite Guard.

The Drak’Eel surfaces and it was a vast large sea serpent beast with two heads. It looks directly at the Port of the Consortium and makes a Screeching Sound that makes anyone hearing this panic. The Drak’Eel was the largest ever recorded but the Consortium was unprepared by this massive sea serpent. It had black and white scales and had a lightning screen surrounding it and it opened its two mouths and screeched again. The Screech pierced the head of the Elite Guard that spoke. ”The Drak’Eel aren’t afraid of you anymore… You should be more afraid of us…. We will leave the Consortium alone… As long as you…. Give us your word to never pass our home ever again,” The Drak’Eel telepathically said to the Elite guard.

The Elite Guard blinked for a minute and remembered the Drak’Eel understood language but never knew they could speak to anyone until now. “Oh my… this is terrifying,” ??? said the Elite Guard, the male voice was shaking.

The Drak’Eel hissed loudly and a reverse lightning bolt went into the sky. The Drak’Eel looked around to see if any juicy targets was around but only noticed the port, and the massive ship the Golden Dragon in port. It screeched again towards the Consortium. ”The Drak’Eel will leave… the Golden Dragon alone… Since it is your Capital Ship… After ALL the Consortium has the Twin Goddesses of Vera and Meria… The Drak’Eel is looking for something to do… If you want us to do something We SHALL,” The Drak’Eel telepathically said to the Elite Guard.

The Elite Guard was stunned and was shocked the Drak’Eel wanted to something to do other than kill them. “Err, you would have to talk to the Council for that…,” ??? the Elite Guard said.

The Drak’Eel hissed loudly again and looked directly at the Elite Guard who said that and a slight laughter had came within his mind. ”Of course… The Jagilish Council is wonderful… We know of all council members…,” Drak’Eel telepathically said to the Elite Guard. The Drak’Eel opened closed its mouth and went back into the waters as quickly as it appeared. The Drak’Eel’s reverse lightning flashed up into the sky and had a thunderclap come from the sky and slowly moved through the sea towards the location of the Capital City of the Consortium.

The Elite Guard had many emotions coming from him and was happy that the Grand Admiral was at home or she would have killed the Drak’Eel. “Oh god, I just talked to a Drak’Eel…,” ??? said the Elite Guard. He was watching where the Drak’Eel was going and was startled a bit. He shook his head.

His sister walked up to him and was weirded out by his expression and moves. “Brother are you okay?” ??? asked, worried about him.

The Elite Guard looked at his sister, they were apart of a long line of family of soldiers, human soldiers. The Family of Dresden, and his name was Brent and her name was Gwen. “Gwen, I am shaken at the fact… I just talked to a Drak’Eel that was larger than any of the Drak’Eel I have seen before,” Brent said, shaken.

Gwen looked at him and shocked. “Drak’Eel was here can I see?” Gwen asked, curiously.

Brent gave her his telescope he was looking out of and pointed in the direction of the Capital. She looked through her brother’s telescope and saw the Reverse Lightning Strike of the Drak’Eels sign and it was heading towards the Consortium’s Capital. “Don’t tell me they can be on land to that would scare the living shit out of the Council, Should I Brent give word to everyone?” Gwen asked, curiously.

Brent shook his head. “No let’s not and let them deal with that terrifying thing. It telepathically spoke to me and we thought they were completely bestial in nature,” Brent said.

Gwen was startled because she’s terrified of those things. “Brother we should go back home,” Gwen said.

Brent shook his head again. “No we need to stay here if any other kingdom or nation wants to talk to our Council and escort them under heavy escort,” Brent said. He hoped that the massive Drak’Eel couldn’t do that slither on land as if it is a snake.

(Dominus, Streets of Artis Port, Praelium)

The Dominus exhaled in relief, the necromancers were gone. Their life was no longer on the line. They could report back the necromancers intentions to the House of Dominus, explain everything and-

“On the authority of Praelium you’re under arrest for… err, destruction!”

Goddammit.

They turned around to see a hooded man, knife drawn and pointed at the Dominus. They couldn't make out the details of their face, as the fog was just beginning to dissipate. However, the man spoke with Praelian authority, so the Dominus assumed they would back off once they explained themself.

“Tell me you’re not going to try and kill me," The man muttered, sheathing his blade. “What did those necromancers want?”

"Nothing of your concern, officer." The Dominus said, voice disguised with magic. Their voice was booming, yet not overbearing and strangely deep. "Dominus business. Your Tyrannus will know soon enough. Speak nothing of this to others."

(Holden d’Alnharte, Streets of Artis Port, Praelium)
“Sounds like the Tyrannus is a busy person.” Holden looked in the direction that the necromancer ran off. “And if they’ve got the balls to run around in broad daylight, then it’s not just my concern.” He knew full well that there was only one guild that accepted necromancers with open arms. And talented ones, at that.

“The Withered Beacon can ruin an entire army within a night,” he explained. He knelt down, and ripped his arrow free from the ground. “Whomever you are, I doubt you and your organization’s abilities to handle this alone, and I don’t say that to insult you.” He frowned; the arrowhead was broken. Tossing it aside, he stood up, and nodded his head to the Dominus. “But should you insist on handling this yourself, good luck, Door minus... err, Dominus.”
He gave a small bow, and walked in the direction that the necromancer disappeared. With the obscure fog lifting, it would be plain to tell that he was no Praelian. He wore simple clothes, a leather tunic and a dark green cloak; a strip of On’hinian blue wrapped around the collar.

If he was going to make Praelium his new home, it was a priority for him to see that it is not destroyed by the mages urging forth a new era.

(Alon d’Trilith, Perona, On’hino)

“You’re kidding me.”

“That, I am not.” Marius sighed, and leaned against the wall of the local pub. “They’re waiting for you down there.”

“I’m not even an escort? Just a piece of meat for show?” Alon groaned, and looked at the ship he was to board. “Politics is for the soft and complacent.”

“If we’re getting into a war with Benaduza, we’re going to need to make what friends we can.” Marius pinched the bridge of his nose. “Even if it means dealing with the Flowerheads.”

“What good will the Consortium do for us?” Alon argued. “They have little reason to aid us in our time of need.”

“Assuring that they don’t condemn us when the time comes is reason enough.” Marius gestured for Alon to go. “You’re going to represent the elite military of On’hino. Remain disciplined. However, should you be threatened, do not stand down.”

“Our efforts would be better spent going and making ties with Praelium. They’re not going to bend by force.” Alon shook his head. “Why don’t you go?”

“What is the Royal Army without you?” Marius asked. “It’s still the Royal Army. If I were to go…”

“I get it.” Alon picked up his blade, and walked down to the docks. This morning, he was scrubbing blood, bone and shit off his steel. This evening, he would have to swallow a ton of the latter.

(Insignificant, Forests outside Artis Port, Praelium)

This excursion had been a rousing success, and the necromancer found himself unable to contain his glee, chuckling and squeeing loudly into the forest as he hauled his prize on his back. Holding up the dead man's head, he gave it a long, wet kiss before spinning it in the air as he frolicked and twirled. He hummed to himself as he released a soul from his right hand. He still had to scout to insure that the Dominus wasn't following him. With a twirling flourish, he threw the spirit back towards the city at incredible speed.

It had returned within the next few moments, dashing through the forest at speeds unimaginable for the living. As it re-entered his body at the spine, it transferred with it its memories. The necromancer's brow furrowed as he now knew that he was going to be followed. He decided against walking from now on, he would be tracked too easily. He placed his fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly, he need not even blow, the gesture enough was capable of summoning his mount. A horrific screech called through the air, and the beast landed, sending an updraft of dirt and dust off into the air. Torn and mutilated, the glider stared at its rider, milky white eyes unblinking, only existing to serve.

On the back of this beast there would be no footprints to track, all he had to do now was make for Omem at speed, perhaps he should provide a distraction in case a glimpse was caught of him. His hands began to glow a pale blue, and with a thump on the ground, a massive wall of ice formed in the midst of the forest.

That should confuse them enough for me to escape. He decided, tying his trophy to the back of his beast.

He pulled himself on with a grunt, holding a hand over the beast's head as his magic controlled it. He looked up into the skies with a smile. Just a little longer, he reassured himself. He threw his hand up and the beast instinctively followed it, shooting into the sky with a few flaps of its mighty wings.

Staring down upon the ground from above, he smiled, telling himself that he'd have plenty of time to look over sights far greater than this once he had earned the human race its immortality.

With a gesture, he flew off into the distance, looking back at the corpse that he had risked everything to find. He smiled brightly, beginning to chuckle in glee.

(Rögdûl the Red Chief, Main. Fortress Gloria, Praelium.)

"Keep your men. You have a deal. We will return in two days ready to collect the stock."

And with that, the three Orcs got on their warhorses. They were not a people who dallied much in drawn out interactions or long conversations. Once their objective was achieved, they moved on to the next--it was how one had to operate in the northern hills lest he be feed for the starkok. As soon as they reached the camp, there was raucous debauchery. An unruly large fire burned up to the tips of the heavens, visible all across the deserts and even to the people of Praelium.

In two days, the conquest of the northern hills would begin--and so would the beginnings of the Red Claw's sovereign reign in the north.

(Dominus, Streets of Artis Port, Praelium)

The Dominus mage snorted at the man's first attempt to pronounce their name. This man couldn't be Praelian. Even if the House of Dominus was mysterious, there was no way a local citizen wouldn't be able to say "Dominus" correctly. As the fog cleared, the Dominus mage began to study the man. Decent height, exceptional athletic build. Clearly a soldier, but no longer in his prime. His garb was On'Hinian, which was strange to see in Praelium. But as they studied the man's face, their eyes widen beneath the hood. This was the other man the House of Dominus spoke of.

"Maybe this was the situation they were talking about..." The Dominus mage muttered to themselves. "Will he help with this then?"

The Dominus mage shook their head, and began speaking to Holden.

"My apologies, Major d'Alhnharte. I did not recognize you in the fog. And don't worry, you don't know me."

The Dominus mage motioned them to follow them as they began walking further into the streets of Artis port.

"Come, the House of Dominus requests your assistance. We'll notify officials later. But for now, we must find transportation. I need to tell the House of this."

(Carver Pentaghast, Fort Gloria, Outskirts of Praelium)

"Huh." Carver's smile faded and he put his unshaken hand away. "They're not really talkers."

"They're not that good at negotiating either." The captain scoffed. "They're getting less than what they asked for. They're only getting their supplies now, not passage to Praelium."

"Good." Claudius snorted. "We can't trust them that much yet. And if they're confident enough to take all the desert tribes by themselves and to deny extra soldiers, they definitely have an army of great size."

"Well, either way, that's one less problem to deal with." Carver turned around to head back into the fort. "Now, it's off to Benaduza, right? The whole "impending doom" from the On'Hinians is still an issue."

Claudius sighed, and followed Carver.

Still one for jokes, even with all this crisis going on.

(Holden d’Alnharte, Streets of Artis Port, Praelium)

“My apologies, Major d’Alnharte. I did not recognize you in the fog. And don’t worry, you don’t know me.”
Holden stopped, and frowned. Either nobody knew a hair of his story, or they knew him by name. “If that’s supposed to be comforting, it isn’t.” He looked over his shoulder. “No need for the formalities as ‘Major.’ Didn’t care for the title much before being tossed into a dungeon.” As the mage beckoned to him, he sighed and turned around, following behind.


“The House of Dominus requests your assistance. We’ll notify officials later. But for now, we must find transportation. I need to tell the House of this.”

“Well, I’ve borrowed a horse from Paline. I’m not sure if it’s going to be of any help.” Holden remained wary of the mage. He had no idea what Dominus was, nor what they wanted with him. That they knew who he was took away what little comfort he had. Glancing towards the waters, his frown only deepened.

Approaching them was a group of armed men with their horses. “I don’t suppose that they’re more of your Domidus friends,” Holden muttered to the Dominus. Clearing his throat, he spoke so the Saldomans could hear. “Good afternoon, gentlemen! Is there anything I can help you with?” He tightened the grip on Yusil’s hilt. Something told him the fighting was far from over.

(Darlien Garandinar(MAIN), Omem.)

Darlien was alive.

He didn't know how, or why, or why he couldn't feel his limbs, or see, or why he felt no compulsion to breathe. He couldn't turn his head, so he simply blinked, unable to do anything else. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a rattling.

He laid there in the darkness for what felt like hours, unable to sleep or even feel from the neck down. He had no idea how he was even alive, had he not died due to the lightning? Had his body not been as horribly damaged as he thought? He could feel his eyes now, so they hadn't been fried as he had thought. His body was unfeeling, so he had no clue if his injuries were real or imagined. Probably imagined, considering he was alive.

Suddenly, the door swung open with a crash. A man in simple robes stumbled in, breathing heavily, two arrows lodged in his back. He made it to where Darlien was laying, crashing down onto the unknown object with a heavy thump. He let out a few haggard breaths out of Darlien's view, causing a small chain to rustle from near Darlien's neck.

"I will bring us immortality, I will live," he whispered between gasping breaths. Then, in the open door, a man became visible, wielding a crossbow on bowed legs. His mouth hung open and his white eyes stared blankly into the distance. Darlien had never been more terrified. He was injured beyond a mortal man's comprehension, and yet he was alive. Darlien could just see a silhouette behind him, a man in a cloak.

"You've made a mistake Damien," a voice echoed from the silhouette. "You'll never be able to control it. You should have just left well enough alone," he stated condescendingly, seemingly directing it at the half-dead man at Darlien's neck. The man who had entered first raised his crossbow, and fired a shot, it entered the half-dead man with a thump, and he groaned in agony.

"I didn't want to have to do this Damien, you should have stayed in Praelium. You should have given up."

Then the half-dead man, or Damien, he guessed, began to laugh. Harder and louder with each passing second. Then he stopped and collapsed to the floor in a heap. Just as he hit the ground, Darlien felt his body again, he felt cold metal around his neck, hard wood at his back. Pushing himself to a seat, he examined his hands. Unburnt, what a surprise. Then his nail fell out, and he sighed. Then the flesh peeled off his fingertips, leaving only bone.

Darlien felt his heart drop into his stomach. The peeling continued down his arms, no matter how loud he screamed and plead. It continued into his chest, and down his body into his legs, the flesh dropping off and then disintegrating into dust. As it reached his chin, he screamed and cried. When it reached his eyes, there was a flash.

He awoke not the same. He had memories now, of Damien watching him, of his confrontation with the Dominus, of Damien stealing his ruined corpse. Damien and Darlien both felt like names he'd been called before, and they felt equally as if they were his name. His eyes opened, and he stared at the two men who were now in front of him. The wounded crossbowman and a cloaked man, who was speechless and in awe.

"You murdered me, Kaiden."

"...Damien?" A massive skeletal hand came from the ground and wrapped itself around Kaiden, causing him to yelp and hyperventilate out of fear.

"Damien is dead, as is Darlien, I am both." The hand closed with a snap, and Kaiden's body twisted and spewed a fountain of blood. He collapsed to the ground, and the wounded man turned to dust.

Immortality had been his, but he didn't wish to share, honestly. The world was unfair, to both of his past selves. All men died, who was he to change the natural order of things?

It would all turn to dust eventually, he just needed to speed up the process, get revenge for the world's unfairness.

In this imagining, Darlien had failed to notice the cloaked men gathering around him in awe. He noticed them finally. Looking at each one up and down. He held up a hand, which was consumed in flame, they all stared, mouths agape. He would have smiled had he lips.

"Follow with me, and we'll end the age of the living."

Sheid licked his salty lips, the smell of the dead was still in the air, he opened his mouth to speak
"we..."
"WE ARE ROYAL ENVOYS EN ROUTE TO THE CAPITAL OF PRAELIUM, WE BEAR LETTERS FROM THE HIGH KING HIMSELF!" Interrupted one of the Saldoman Knights, he wore a helmet which echoed his words throughout the street, Sheid tossed him an annoyed look and approached Holden. He pulled to a stop a few meters away and scratched the back of his head.
"we saw the encounter with the dead so we came to investigate, It appears we were not needed... what my friend there said was true, I am an envoy of high king Ordo Dramaghas and I bring messages directly from him., Sheid pulled from his pouch a letter and seal, his "seal of aproval".


She stood and stared, hood down below her eyes, a dagger in hand, behind her many others, all hooded, all deadly, they dropped down and encircled the street whilst hidden.
"Die.", they began their attack.