[IC] Untimely Demise (The Slenderman x Ragnarokkr

Torchlight flickers against the stony cavern walls and murmers echo gently as the group await the sender of their invitations to join this group. Some know one another and form some groups while others remain apart from the group, watching for any sign of trouble.
At each of the four entrances there is three members guarding, stoic and unmoving. Over each entrance is the quote "Memento Mori Ad Initio." Carved into the stone and inlaid with a shimmering metal that seemed to give off its own light.

 "Always the odd quote. 'Remember death from the beginning.' Such a funny thing to be branded on each member of this immortal sanctum. An eternal rule is that to be born is to be destined for death. Even monsters such as us. Wether you were made or born, 16 years old or several thousand, even beings such as we can be killed. Just not by time. So train hard and fight even harder." The disembodied voice echoes, landing on the ears of all gathered before the shadows cast by the torches merged together, forming into a cloaked old man who it seemed like if you removed your eyes from him he would just disappear.

The old man favoured the group with a slight smile before the grandmasters unearthly blue eyes swept the room full of new initiates." Beings who are hunted, shunned, feared, or enslaved for their powers. Vampires, golems, mechanical curiosities. All are welcome in Sinulcrum. The only question I shall ask of you to ask yourselves is,  can you fight for your rights as living creatures? Are you willing to attempt to make peace with creatures many consider lower then themselves as well as destroy those who dare to attack us? If so then, please one at a time ,step into this circle."

With that, the apparition faded from view. Where he was standing a circle forged from the same glowing metal rose from the ground. Each letter intricately carved and cast a grim order to all onlookers. " Cast aside all hope of death in the Sanctum of eternal life"

[The Slenderman]

Erina raised her hand and glared at her hand as she tensed it closed and then looked toward the sky. She had to face her judgement sometime and she felt this was really her moment. She had some times that fire girl who she always spoke and trained but now is not the time to be thinking about them right this second. She was brought back to present by a flicker of wind against her face and at that moment, she would decide to fight to right all wrongs that she had done in the past, they were all a distant memory and she had to accept that and just move on. Even if she did learn to turn off her emotions.

She stepped forward after hearing the order to take a step. She rested her hand on her gunsword at her side and just breathed in slowly as she steadied her heartbeat.

"I choose to fight to right all the wrongs I did. If you would have me, I'd be honoured to serve."

She was the most skilled of the Aema, she had pushed past their limits, she had lost her former powers though but still had a skill unmatched by other Aema. Her name was Erina Palmer, a name lost to the ages and forgotten by some tongues. She had done enough chaos with her inherent power. The curse of bad luck, yes, that was the most draining of all her abilities. She had to toughen up and not anyone die this time around...

[Ragnarokkr]

Sebastien peered around the room, taking note of all the intricately carved runes that did unknown things. He had always hated the unknown yet here he was, in the middle of a group of wanted criminals. Beings like him. His normally well dressed attire was replaced with plain black military uniform and a mask that was carved out of obsidian. The only visible part if him was his ocean blue eyes which were narrowed at the sudden appearance of the apparition.

To step into the unknown is a method he had adopted so many years ago and now he was presented with a door into the greatest collection of knowledge. Memento Mori. Whispehers were all he had ever collected on the group yet here he was, stepping forward. A hidden smile playing on his lips as he thought of the countless things that would probably be afforded to him.

Minutes later, all those willing had stepped forward. A whisper on the wind carried to the volunteers as a soft forest green light wrapped around them. " All those willing shall now be brought into the sanctum. The rest will forget as soon as they leave. Brace yourselves, this next part always hurts." With the magic complete, each and every person simply vanished in some sort of teleportation spell. One Seb had never seen not heard of. As the green light cleared he wondered what pain the old man had been talking about. Then the burning of magic coursed through him, inscribing a magic circle with the orders crest and motto into the palm of his hand. The sudden onset of pain left just as quickly as some screamed out and others grunted.

Finally afforded the chance to look around Sebastein did so. A long elegant hall with black tiles and high vaulted ceilings. Massive windows showed different environments. At one end was a gilded door with the old man standing In front of it. " forgive the pain. This seal that is now on your body can only be seen by this order and allows entry into our sanctum as well as the nexus. Please get acquainted with eachother for we are now comrades. Someone will be sent to get you soon." he vanished once more before his words were finished yet they still sounded as clear as ever.