Meiyuki

Welcome to Wonderland (Alice in W RP)

I can dig it. Count me interested.

Bonus points if there's an opportunity to play a villan. I've been wanting to do that for awhile now.

Spells in the Dark (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

@SunsetRoses@Whoami@Wildeyes@Fetzen@SillyGoy@Shagranoz@Aerandir@agentmanatee

The witches will be receiving an announcement soon. This pad will be our workspace.

Trickle on as you like and drop something to the effect of your witch being called to the grand hall. I'll try to set a night to get everyone on for the meeting soon.

Spells in the Dark (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

_{in collaboration with @Fetzen and @SunsetRoses}

"No Peace"

Khan's poofing had not taken Andri exactly to the place he had had in mind. Instead of right in knocking range of Medusa's office's door, he had ended up in a rather large hallway.
You need training with this! If I make the decision about the destination it's one thing because I'm damn used to it. You have to feed me more precise information or you'll end up in a pile of animal poo!
There was no time for discussing with his demon. Andri, very untypical for him, was hitting the stone slabs of the stairs really hard while he was running as fast as he was able to. Instead of stopping first he transferred the remainder of his momentum right onto the door for a very loud first knock with the side of his fist. Open up... open up...

Medusa was looking over maps, they detailed all of the hideous traps and hazards she and Lorelai had managed to lay out over the years of the covens growth. When the knock came at her door, and Andri's voice accompanied it, she threw a cloth over the plans.

"Come in Andri." She did her best to keep her voice calm. With hunters bearing down on them within the next several days Andri could be a great boon, or a disaster.

The door was pushed open rapidly. Andri ducked his head and closed it immediately after he was through, leaning against it with his back from the inside. Interrupted by heavy breathing, he went ahead: "Medusa ? There's a huge problem." He didn't say any more as he intended to wait for Medusa's reaction. Perhaps it would give him any clue about what the true level of information in the coven was. If they already knew about Mat's escape and its implications, he could go straight ahead with not having to worry about anything.

"I'm well aware of that Andri." Medusa sighed, gesturing to one of her chairs. "Matrim's escape could very well lead to quite the war couldn't it? Your arrival and demeanor confirms some of my fears."

She eyed the giant suspiciously. "So tell me, Andri, are you here to help or hinder?"

They already knew it! Perhaps it was a bit absurd, but for Andri it was a relief. There was no chance for him to become even more of a traitor than he already was by telling real secrets. Or no... from a point of view not that few other hunters had every step one made closer to the Castle without the intent of killing witches was treachery. So he was in very deep trouble, but that was trouble he had done to himself in order to preserve his good conscience.

Andri let himself drop onto the chair before continuing. "It's even not so much about Mat. It's about what he has told about this place. It's about Elizabeth and Coraline."

"Lorelai's pets?" Medusa fowned, confused. "What do they have to do with this?"

The assassin's facial expression went from exhausted to sceptical in an instant. "Lorelai's pets ? What does that mean ? Aren't they still alright ? The main reason for this hunt seems to be because they're considered missing and possibly dead!"

"I don't know what Lorelai does with her pets... it's hardly my buisness." Medusa's face joined Andri's in a skeptical expression. "But if what you're saying is true, I recommend you bring this up with her. Her quarters are in the north-western tower. Do be sure to knock first, she won't take kindly to teleportation."

"Please tell me at least Liz is still alright!" Andri replied while already getting back on his feet and returning to the door. He forgot saying Goodbye when he hurried out of her office, leaving another trail of loud noise behind him. Khan could not get him there yet, so he had to run again.

When he was in front of her door, Andri knocked loudly. Hopefully Lorelai didn't sleep...

Lorelai stirred, her eyes fluttering open. One look to the other side of the bed confirmed that Liz had departed for Seren's Folley. She sighed and collected her discarded clothing, getting dressed for what was likely to be a long night. "What is it?

Andri opened and closed the room divider in record time. "Sorry Lorelai, I don't have much time for small talk. I've not made myself someone who could be considered a traitor by his colleagues for just sitting around and watching how the one side I helped saving from civil war now consumes the other and is consumed herself in the process. I have to talk to Elizabeth, get her to Seren's Folley if possible. My own diplomatic capabilites aren't sufficient for what's going on. I need something more powerful."

"Andri, you're going to have to slow down." Lorelai's voice was calm, belying her turbulent thoughts. Liz was not going to be a peace offering, she'd sooner raze the whole of Seren's Folley. "Now, explain yourself a little more in depth if you would." She finished dressing, and opened the door.

Andri sighed, both because he felt as if time too precious was lost and because he had to breathe. "I want to stop this hunt from happening. I've already tried convincing them with other arguments, but it doesn't work. It's not so much because Mat, it's about what Mat has said. They want Elizabeth and Coraline back." He paused for another breath. "I've come here to see after Liz, at least her. If she's alright and would come back voluntarily to Seren's Folley perhaps that would calm them down."

Lorelai blinked several times. "They want them... back?" Her face flushed red, and smoke began to billow from her mouth and nostrils. "Liz is on her way there now, to talk some sense into them. They can't have her back though, she's my knight now, and she'll come back to me." Fire danced in her mouth as she spoke.

The assassin had a large enough lack of knowledge to not be aware of the true reasons behind the smoke billowing out of Lorelai's body openings. He had heard that witch magic often caused some sort of haze, so in his own haste he didn't investigate into this for the moment. However he couldn't resist the feeling that Lorelai had become somewhat angry and it made him take a large step back. He didn't think of this being his fault, so in an attempt to return at least a bit of an objection he answered: "I'll speak to her myself and return immediately. Perhaps we can work out something together to stop them from starting this mutual killing spree."

Andri had totally forgotten about telling Lorelai that he had picked up something she had disposed of. Perhaps she would notice when he suddenly disappeared.

A whiff of brimstone came to Lorelai's nose as Andri teleported, a familiar whiff. "Khan hmm? Free again are you? We'll see if you'll survive displeasing me a second time." She let out a small jet of flame, calming herself. "I wonder if you told Andri what you did? Fail me again and I doubt he'll want to be your host when I tell him." She whispered to herself.

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_{Meanwhile, in Seren's Folley}

Elizabeth had been riding her horse ragged, froth coming from it's mouth as they traveled through the forest. Usually it would be a strain on her, to wear armor and ride like this, but her new suit hardly chafed and it was light as a feather. Before she could think too much, she broke the treeline.

Seren's Folly was normal as could be, and she slowed her horse down to a slow trot as they made their way through town. Bystanders watched her, not suspicious in the least. Most of them didn't know where she had been, or they didn't know who she was at all. Liz kept her eyes forwards as she made her way to the Witch's Paradise.

She stopped, hitching her weary horse and dismounting. A steady flow of hunters made their way out the door, and she hid her face in her saddle bags until they had all passed. She entered the bar, suddenly aware of the whip on her hip, and the spear strapped to her back.

Liz said nothing, pretending not to notice those who gawked at her. She walked up to the bar, and when the bartender came, she asked for a bottle of whiskey, a mug, and Bobby. The young man stared at her with wide eyes, before nodding cautiously and going off to get Bobby. Liz waited patiently, twiddling her thumbs and ignoring others as they called her name or got up to go over and see her face more clearly.

Flint had actually caught sight of her before the bartender had come over to Bobby and them. "LIZ!" Flint yelled as he shoved passed people and knocked over a table to get at her. Not caring that the hunters at the table were cursing at him.

He grabbed Liz's shoulders and whiped her around, looking at her head to toe before embracing her in a hug after realizing it really was her, that his mind wasn't playing tricks on him. After a second he pulled away as his brain actually started working again, "Wait...what are you doing here?!Are you hurt? How did you escape? Where is Lorelai?!"

Bobby, despite his shuffling was already over to Liz and said. "Elizebeth! Are ye alright?"

Fenros, had noticed as well, and came over, but he said nothing as he was overly cautious. It seemed way too odd that Liz would suddenly appear ON the night they were about to attack the castle. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the room. Many of the hunters had left already to make preparations... But his mind had turned to Andri...the only one... who had darkness in him as well. And the ability to Teleport.

Elizabeth gave Flint a reluctant pat on the back when he embraced her, her fair complexion a blood red color. ”I've come seeking council with Bobby…” She said lamely, her sad excuse the only one she would give him. She reached out and clutched his shoulder, her eyes relaying a message of peace. When Bobby came around, she smiled at him, getting up from her stool and pointing at the back room.

”I've come to talk to you...alone would be best but if they come, they come.” Liz glanced pointedly at Fenros and Flint, then began to walk towards the back room. She looked back once, to see if Bobby was following, and used the remainder of her short journey to think of what she would say. It wasn't likely that she could bring peace, but she wasn't going to give up.

Bobby grunted as his worry for her wellbeing turned into concern for something worse. But he followed her anyways. Flint though was taken back and confused at her reaction, also the fact that she wanted to speak alone to Bobby. Girl gets forced into slavery to save him and all she can do is want to talk to Bobby.

Fenros had his arms folded, also confused at her words. He also noticed the hurt in Flint's eyes as well, and the fact that he wasn't moving from his spot. As if he was going to accept the womans wishes to speak to Bobby alone.

Instead of allowing him to wollow in self pitty he reached out and grabbed his brothers shoulder, and shoved him towards the back room, sending him sprawling foward. Flint was taken by surprise and yelped as his feet worked wildly to regain his balance and not fall flat on his face. Once he did he glared back at Fenros, who had alway taken steps to follow him and only pushed him again till they were in the back room. Shutting the door with a bit of force to make a point behind them.

Bobby eyed the boys for a moment before saying,"Alright Liz... Wot's going on?"

Elizabeth glared at Fenros as he slammed the door, but her eyes softened as they swept over Flint. He seemed hurt, and confused, but she had no time to pull him away and explain herself. She had no time to stop him from hating her entirely. She turned instead to Bobby, who had asked her to explain. ”I'm here, on behalf of Castle Bloodrose and its occupants, to plead for peace. We don't need a war, Bobby. I know what Mat has probably told you, I know that he has given you the location of the Castle. You can't attack Bobby, the witches there are innocent.”

Liz’s eyes bore hard into Bobby’s. She couldn't move them, because if she shifted her gaze to meet Flint’s or even Fenros’, tears would fall. ”Bobby, you have to understand. When I first came to the Castle I was confused...now I have a better understanding of the witches. They aren't killers. There are children in that castle, Bobby. Some witches there have barely reached the age of maidenhood.”

Bobby's eyes narrowed at the fact she mentioned not to attack. How the in Hell did she know of the attack on the castle? Before he could say anything though, Fenros spoke up.

"Witche's aren't Killers?" He asked almost amusingly. "Witches have been using us for blood sacrifices, rituals, potions, and what ever else ever since the first witch. " He kept his arms folded as he glared at Liz, "I will be the first to say that there are some witches that are good. But not all...and especially not Lorelai Von'strauss, nor her family. Which is why my family has hunted hers since the begining. Who had killed my Father and Mother as well in revenge. desicrated their bodies and did so to how many more people unfortunine to be in her path. "

Flint said nothing, he was now even in more shock that the woman was now pleading for the witches lives. He simply leaned against the wall and listened.

"Besides that..." Bobby interjected. " Matrim was tortured there as well. Used as a ginypig for experaments. How is that ok Child? They forced you to be there, and now you are brainwashed into speaking for them?"

"Also, the fact she knew about the attack. Means that there is a traitor among us..." Fenros sighed.

Elizabeth’s face remained set, her stony expression cool as they lashed out at her with reasonable arguments. ”Lorelai's family was slain, Fenros. She has grown from that, she bears no ill will against you or Flint. When you come knocking on her door, she will accept it, for what she did to your father. However, that is besides the point at this moment.”

Elizabeth smoothed down her armor as though it were fabric, letting the silence calm everyone down just for a moment. ”At the castle, Matrim was tortured, that is sad but true. However, he was freed and given a room. He also had access to food, so he was not kept on a leash. Then he burned the room to the ground and fled. This is why I know of the attack, we are not daft by any means Fenros. I left as soon as word spread that Matrim was gone.”

Elizabeth looked at Fenros, not giving him the satisfaction of a glare. Then she turned back to Bobby, and folded her arms. ”This is the part that will be the toughest to explain to you, all of you. I was not brainwashed...I came here of my own will. That castle is my home now, and I will not let it be destroyed by my friends. Hate me, if it makes you feel like a bigger man, or stay confused, if it helps you cope. I am here asking for peace because I don't want to lose any of you.”

Fenros glared at Elizabeth, she had to be under a spell, or brainwashed somehow. He has seen it before many times. Before he could say anything Flint finally spoke up. "Liz... you went there because of me, Lorelai is a manlipiative witch that has killed hundreds of hunters, besides our father. Her family has done even worse? You remember stories of the black plauge? It was introduced by her family. Who summoned the Demon lord of Disease! That one Demon killed MILLIONS. How is being a witch, able to summon Demons, who's only goal is to destory all humanity because they want to possess our bodies. Make them Innocent? The rituals they do are vile. How can you even..." He sighed as he couldn't even finish, his blood boiling with hate for Lorelai, and pain that Liz was acting like this.

Suddenly both of them heard their wolves outside, "Fenros! Flint! Something doesn't smell right in there! We smell Demonoic stain mixed with Elizabeth's scent!"

Fenros and Flint stood straighter, and shifted ever so slightly as they eyed Elizabeth. So something did happen to her, that has changed her. Fenros remembered everything in Bobby's place that could help them. It was designed to be a safeplace against all witches/monsters/and demons.

Fenros looked at Flint then back to Liz. "Fine, message recieved. Now leave, go and tell Lorelai she will expect Flint and I to Be there shortly. "

Elizabeth watched as the two stiffened, their wolves having barked outside the door. She couldn't understand the two animals, but they had done something to alert the two brothers. Elizabeth tensed, her muscles flexing as they told her to go. She stayed where she was, ready for interference. ’Sousiel, I need you to wake up. Something is wrong, stay dormant until I find out what it is.’

Elizabeth chewed on her bottom lip, and nodded curtly. ”I'm sorry to hear that, I really am. Castle Bloodrose will be ready, when you come.” She took a few steps forwards, eyeing the brothers warily as she tested the air. When nothing happened, her tension calmed just slightly, and she pushed past the brothers, reaching for the door. Before her hand could touch the handle, she was met with an uncomfortable pain. It didn't hurt much, it was more of a sudden throb that became noticeable as she reached. She recoiled, her eyes widening with recognition.

Liz grasped her whip, not yet equipping it. She took a few steps back from the ward, heading to the center of the room. She wasn't yet sure how it would affect Sousiel, and she didn't want to test it. Her gaze attached itself to Flint, and it was her turn to be hurt. ”You won't even let me leave? Is it worth it to spill my blood? At least wait until we're on the battlefield. Spare the civilians.”

Flint eyes closed for a moment, she had a demon in her. It could have explained her siding with the witches. But something inside told him otherwise, though he hoped that it really wasn't true.

Bobby cursed and Flint looked at her again, His eyes hardened, knowing what he had to do, his resolve even more firm on killing Lorelai now. Fenros spoke, "We would have let you leave... but you have a demon in you, that's why you can't leave. You are standing in a Demon trap." He pointed to the ceiling that showed a pentogram designed to bind Demons to a certain spot.

"Is that something Lorelai forgot to mention?" Flint asked, his voice shaky as his anger grew. He looked to Fenros and said, "Let me handle this one?"

Fenros gave a nod and slipped his sword off his back, just in case, while flint took a step towards Liz, pulling holy oil from his back pouch from under his hood.

He looked at Liz and said, "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you from Lorelai..." His eyes full of sorrow as he raised his right arm to the square and then started to speak Hebrew. "בשם ישו , ואת סמכותי לגרש רע , אני קורא את הסמכויות של שמים לגרש שד זה המתגורר בך ..."

Sousiel's eyes flew open inside Liz's mind as Flint spoke, she writhed in pain as the sanctified words filled the air. A quick examination of her surroundings told her that escape was going to be complicated, if possible at all. She let out a ragged scream in Dragon's Tongue, cutting through the holy words, for now.

"Alright kiddo, end of the line. Tell Lorelai her boobs are awesome." Sousiel opened Liz's mouth, and spoke. "Alright boys, let's hold on a second."

She grinned. "Name's Sousiel, I'm just here for Liz's protection. You see, Lorelai's taken quite the liking to Miss James here, and knowing your base impulses I thought I'd ensure that she made it out of this just fine." She looked between the three hunters. "So whadduya say boys? How about I step out, you guys do what you do best, and Liz here gets to go home. That sound alright?"

Elizabeth's gaze turned hard as Flint spoke his Hebrew, Sousiel woke and took over her mouth, but she still had plenty of control over her body. ’Sousiel, Lore's boobs are awesome, and you will see them again. In the meantime, I'll make sure to tell her. Before we separate, let me take a swing.’ She chuckled inwardly, and took hold of her whip. She began to spin it through the air, its distinctive hum getting louder and louder.

Taking control of her lips, she stretched them before giving her final line to Flint. ”I'm sorry that I couldn't protect my friends from war. I wouldn't do this under normal circumstances, but you injured my friend.” With that, she swung her whip in a wide arc. Its pace was increased, along with the force of the swing, all perks being a Dragon Knight and having a demon in her body. The dart cut low, its blade menacing. She wouldn't hold back, they were her enemies now.

Fenros and Flint had taken a step back as Liz pulled her whip and started to whip it around, Flint started speaking in Hebrew again and Fenros shifted his massive sword just enough to swing it upwards. just in time to meet the whip 3/4 of the way to the end, and witht he heavier mass of the blade against the chain, the chain wrapped around the blade coming to a sudden stop. The dart however, suddenly launched to the right, towards the door.

Fenros did not take the time to watch where it went, as he used the criticle time he had Liz off balanced and confused to pull with all of his strength, yanking the tiny girl in comparison towards him and lowering his stance and extending his left elbow as he pulled his blade acrossed his chest. Liz would come sprawling towards him and his armored elbow would slam into the girls ribs. In an attempt to knock her out of breath. Grunting as the shock of her body slammed into his elbow he watched as she flopped to the floor and let go of her whip. He stood back up and realized...Flint wasn't speaking.

Flint was on the ground, his eyes wide as he was in shock at the sudden thud against his chest. He didn't even see the blade release from the whip when it was wrapped around his brothers sword. He felt the hot lifeforce flowing from his wound in his chest.

Fenros was distracted at the sudden realizion Flint might be killed.

"Nice! On second thought, fuck splitting, we out!" Sousiel opened Liz's mouth as Flint fell silent. She screamed in Dragon's Tongue again, this time drinking deeply of her Mistress' power. The room darkened, and shook as blasphemies rolled of Liz's tongue. With a loud crack the cieling split, breaking the circle. Sousiel smirked as she saw Fenros' blade shatter, sending him against the wall, and shrapnel across the room. "Alright Liz! Let's get out of here." Sousiel poured as much of her might into Liz's limbs as she could.

Elizabeth laid still on the floor, staring at Flint, whose blood was pouring from his chest. Her breath shook as Sousiel’s shockwave hit the room, the ward now broken. In her mind, a single sound played on repeat, the sickening crack of three ribs breaking. Adrenaline had started to carry her through, until she had seen Flint.

Tears streamed freely from her eyes, even as she pushed herself from the floor, her body invigorated by Sousiel's might. The tears kept coming as she fled the room, not looking back. They came even heavier as she ran from the wolves, teeth nipping at her heels. They didn't stop as she bypassed her tired horse, giving its mane a final stroke. Her body left, but her mind was still there, with Flint, on the floor of the back room.

The first blood of the war had been shed, because of Liz. Even as the sound of her bone breaking was replaced by shouts of hunters giving chase, even as she ran through the streets, her extraordinary speed only being kept by Sousiel. Even her doom, which would probably be at the tip of an arrow, or the point of a blade, couldn't take her mind off of what she had seen. Flint's ragged breaths, his blood draining from his wounds, would stick in her mind for what seemed like eternity.

Andri had made things quick. He had dropped of the bag with the more important half of his posessions in front of Lorelai's chamber so it wouldn't hamper him. The location of his sudden reenty into the plane of ordinary humans was his shed. It made sure that noone would see or hear it happen. The assassin intended to go back to the meeting that perhaps still was going on, or, if not, at least see if Liz was there and intercept her if there would be the occasion. However he didn't make it farther away from his doorstep then like a few yards. The sound of a conglomerate of footsteps made in quick succession guided his view into the right direction. Liz! Goddamn the thing had gone wrong!

But... how the hell could she move so fast ? He would never be able to catch her by running...
I'm sensing something. It appears that your friend has... picked up a demon. Just like you did.
Andri could hear Khan chuckling. Now he had questions, but no time to ask them. Who knew how long Liz would be able to keep up what she was doing ? He had to rescue her, even if that meant making things obvious.
As you wish... there it goes, your young hunter's career.

Once again Andri was ripped out of ordinary space, this time in a straightfoward direction. He reappeared a few meters in front of Elizabeth, hopefully enough time for her to slow down. There was hardly any time for talking, it all had to be quick.

Elizabeth felt how sore she was, how she was so tired she could collapse. She pushed herself forwards though, one long stride at a time, each time she felt on the verge of collapse. Her path was clear, she could make it if she jus-

Suddenly, Andri appeared in front of her. Liz blinked once, twice, her feet faltering. Everything seemed to slow, as she considered her options. She was being propelled like a rocket, she couldn't stop before an impact, lest she fall flat on her face and get stabbed in the back. Her head snapped behind her, and she saw her enemies. Some were confused by the sight of Andri, stopping where they stood, others kept coming. One more moment and she would be on top of Andri.

Liz’s face hardened, but she had stalled for far too long. She could feel herself breaking down, the force of her ribs catching up to her. She pulled her fist up, but she had already given in. Her heart rate slowed, her legs turned to jelly and she wobbled, falling before she landed in Andri's arms. Her chest heaved, her face flushed red, she was covered in a thin layer of sweat. The mental damage was the worst part though, even if she had fight left in her, she couldn't hit Andri. Hadn't she done enough already? ”I'm so sorry, Sousiel. Forgive me.”

Sousiel on the other hand, saw their way out. Inside the giant frame rested a familiar prescence. "Khan! Get us the fuck out of here!" Her voiced dripped with unspoken threats of failure, and what it would cost the worm. Little did she know, that had been the plan from the start. She prepared to pull wounds to herself, to spare Liz.

DAMN! Out of all creatures, why does it have to be that one! Sousiel! I don't believe that!
"What the..." The demon worm had decided to poof in an instant. As Liz had already fallen into his arms and did not put up much of a resistance, he took her with them. It had gone so fast and surprising that Andri did continue his sentence in a garden he knew too well by now. "...hell's going o... Oh." He was confused. Not so much time ago he had been in Seren's Folley listening to the hunter's gathering. Then he had been in Castle Bloodrose, then in Seren's Folley again, then on the outskirts of it, and then back here. He searched for one of the benches and swerved towards it. A bit of rest for a giant man, just for a moment... He took a deep breath and sighed. "Now... I have a ton of questions and likely do you, so who's to begin ?"

Sousiel opened Liz's mouth. "Oh well, you know me, I'm Elizabeth and I love getting into trouble. Having the brave, gorgeous, savage Sousiel with me is a real pleasure." Smoke poured from the woman's mouth, pooling at her feet before shaping into Sousiel's nude form.

She winked. "Just kidding. Hunters will be hunters, and try to kill Knights looking for peace." She examined the small dent in Liz's chestplate, a good indicator of some damage. "You alright?"

As soon as Sousiel fled Liz’s body, a sob rocked her. She paid little mind to Andri, instead reaching out and grasping Sousiel's hand. ”Of course I'm not okay Sousiel! I left that damned whiskey on the bar when I was running out the door!” She laughed, but it soon dissolved into painful hiccups and tears. She wasn't steel, and now that her power source had left her, she felt every inch of her sore body.

Liz didn't really care that she was a blubbering mess, she simply sat there, riding out the worst of the storm. The throbbing in her legs was no match for the pain in her side. Her stomach was an inky splotch where the impact had taken out her ribs, but that was hidden well under her armor. Now and again, she would shout the word ’Flint’, and mumble some incoherent nonsense after it. It took her several minutes, but she was finally able to wipe away the last tear and stand. Her eyes swept them, and with her last bits of stubborn pride she marched away, en route to the liquor cabinet.

"It'll be okay Liz. Your body will heal." Sousiel hugged the knight briefly. She was no good at comforting, that's what Lorelai was for. "I'll go get my mistress. She'll want to thank Andri here anyway." She nodded her thanks at the giant of a hunter before turning to leave.

Andri became confused even more. Liz... just stepped away ? Why ? Had he done something wrong ? She had wanted to get away from Seren's Folley, didn't she ? The hunter didn't pay much attention to Sousiel. Instead, he went in pursuit of Elizabeth. Andri decided not to catch her up, but to just follow whereever her steps would lead them to.

Liz staggered through the hall, one hand resting on her side and the other exploring the walls with her fingertips. As she moved, her legs stopped putting up a fight, the sorness fading fast. She also found the same occurance happening in her side, the nasty throbbing turning into a sad hum. She didn't deserve it, she wanted to heal naturally, stay bedridden for a day as her ribs set without the aid of magic. It didn't seem fair to her.

Liz was acutely aware of Andri following her, he didn't try to hide it, and as she looked back she shot him glares full of venom. She knew looks wouldn't make him leave, and part of her was happy that he didn't want to abandon her to cope on her own. The other part of her wanted to be bratty, so she was, moving in an irritated silence until she reached the cafeteria.

She hid inside the pantry, it was large enough to maneuver with ease. There, she stripped out of her armor, revealing her drenched clothing. Piling the armor up in a corner, she waited for Andri. Turning around so he couldn't see her chest when he entered, she peeled up her shirt and inspected her bruise. It saddened her that it would disappear so soon.

Andri stopped, not coming closer to her then a few yards. There was deep sadness in his face, too. After all, he felt that he had failed. There would be no peace, not after this. Liz was still here, and it was clear to him that this entire attempt in Seren's Folley probably just had done a great job in boosting her will to stay here. At least that would have been his own reaction. And he was doomed to stay here, too. He had just teleported in front of a lot of hunters, taking Liz with him. His name now was on the list, too. It had to be. And was he prepared for that ? No. He would have to hide like a rat.

Out of a need, he made a grab for the next bottle. He didn't even look at what its label read, he just yanked the cork out of it and started gobbling multiple slugs so fast that the liquor was leaking out left and right of his mouth, dripping both onto his leather armor and the floor.

Liz turned, hearing the sound of Andri entering the room. He stayed away from her, a far void that she couldn't fill. He took a bottle and started chugging, so Liz did too. She grabbed the one closest to her, uncorking it with her teeth and gulping down its contents. She let the silence settle between them, the only sounds were gulps and the dripping of liquor that didn't quite hit their mouths.

When her bottle was gone, Liz spoke up. ”Flint's dying, he has his healing abilities but I don't know if he'll make it. Worst case scenario, he survives and I'll have to kill him in battle to protect my love. You're stuck now, Fenros knows there is a traitor.” She waited to see his reactions to her words, but reached behind her and clenched the neck of another bottle. Staring him down, she uncorked it and began to drink.

The giant's eyes became glassy as he spoke: "I've screwed up. I have tried to stop them, telling them that the plan was insane, but noone listened. Then I decided to go here and find you as I've learned why they're planning on this. Lorelai told me you were already on your own way so I returned immediately. Now we can't do a shit but watch how not only Flint will probably die, but many more as well. And if Rebecca's premonitions and statements are correct even more could be at stake in consequence of this."

The first bottle was emptied quickly. It didn't suffice at all.

Elizabeth passed him another bottle, watching his glassy eyes with a strong empathy. ”Yeah, we're screwed.” She acknowledged, as they drained away the castle’s collection of alcohol. It was their own personal way of handling the situation, and Elizabeth was rather glad she could spend her time moping with Andri. Anyone else would try to be productive, pry the drink from her hand and talk it out. They realized how messed up the situation was, and talked it over as they let go of their inhibitions.

”I tried for peace, I could have tried harder though. They were going to kill Sousiel, I couldn't let them do it. Do you understand?” When her eyes started to cloud, the threat of another onslaught of tears, she moved over to Andri and wrapped an arm around him. It was meant to be a hug, as she pressed her cheek up against his steady chest, but her other arms was busy feeding her the liquor.

"I tried for peace as well. That's all that I was trying from the very beginning of all of this. I wouldn't even have been able to spoil any plans for this hunt as the entire damn thing was presented to us just today. The only chance for me to do this would have been within the last few hours, but by then Mat had already arrived in Seren's Folley and you already were on your way I think. But who cares about true intentions and how it really was..."

He didn't sigh. The way he sucked out a more and more impressive amount of alcohol from the bottles did tell enough about how he felt right now. He reacted to Liz's hug by putting one of his hands on her shoulder. It was trembling and tired. Everything had been lost. "I understand that you didn't want to let Sousiel die. I've started to protect a demon worm myself because I had the feeling that it would be the right thing for what he has done."

Elizabeth shivered at Andri's hand, trembling on her shoulder as though he had been cold and starved. She set aside her bottle, and gave him a comforting squeeze. ”I'm sorry, Andri. It seems like I was the catalyst for this war.” She sighed and took a step away, reaching up to place her hands on his shoulders. It was an awkward position, but she hoped it would ease the dread.

”What do you say, we lock ourselves up in here for tonight and in the morning, we can call ourselves sane?” At that point, nothing sounded better to Liz. She didn't know how Andri would react though. Already deciding for herself, she chose a spot on the floor where there wasn't any puddles, and used the chestplate of her armor as a headrest.

"Oh, a sleepover. Mind if I join?" Lorelai's voice came from the doorway behind the pair. Her eyes scanned Liz for injuries that needed attending to, her mouth curling into a relieved smile when she found none. She noted the empty bottles littering the ground beneath them, and retrieved a bottle for herself from a nearby shelf. "Drinking ourselves to sleep are we?" She arched an eyebrow.

"Sousiel tells me I owe you a debt Andri." She leaned against the frame of the doorway. She uncorked her bottle and took a modest pull. "I tend to agree. Name something reasonable, and I'll grant it. It's the least I can do for the man that returned my heart."

Andri winced when Lorelai suddenly made her presence noticeable. "Your... heart ?" That did explain a bit, but just a bit. He couldn't be mad at Liz for that. It was everyone's right to choose whatever love one wanted to, even if that one was a witch and even if he did not know much about her. There were still a myriad of details he really wanted to ask both of them, but not now. Andri's state was beyond judging if something was appropriate or not, he was just dead tired, paired with a strong desire to make the damn reality just disappear around them and never come back.

"I guess 'reasonable' doesn't include time travel or fiddling with causality itself." he responded with dry sarcasm, still not letting go of the bottle he had. The assassin shrugged shoulders. "I don't know. There's nothing in my mind right now." He felt so... empty. And yet filling himself up with an amount of liquor that would take down even him at some time.

Elizabeth cocked her head towards Lorelai, a glint of passion in her eyes that replaced the storm. Andri didn't seem quite as happy, but she couldn't blame him. Lorelai had to be adjusted to, and he obviously wasn't there yet. Her expression turned cool and she looked up at the ceiling, preparing what had to be said.

”The peace offering was a total bust. The boys...they said they were coming for you. They want nothing more than to see you dead. I harmed...someone, but I'm sure Sousiel already told you about the fight.” Liz had tried to will herself to say Flint, but every time she opened her mouth to do so, her voice cracked. She didn't know what had changed when Lorelai stepped in the room, but she had the urge to fold in on herself.

”Andri and I were just bumming it, what did you do today love?”

"I'm sorry love, but it wasn't likely to begin with was it?" Lorelai smiled reasurringly at Elizabeth. Sousiel had given her the details, including the wound Flint had received. Lorelai knew too well the sting of facing a friend on the battlefield, and certainly didn't envy the huntress' posistion. What else was there though? For now she'd just tend to the woman's needs in whatever way she could. "I'm sure he's fine dear."

She sighed. "I've been working on some ways to keep the bloodshed to a minimum, on either side." She moved over to Liz's corner, taking a seat and shifting the blonde huntress' head into her lap. She turned to Andri, stoking her knight's hair affectionately. "Believe it or not I don't possess a strong desire to see hunters die. Strange thing for a witch to say isn't it?"

"If I had not thoughts on certain topics that are somewhat deviating from the common sense, I wouldn't be here right now, would I ?" The hunter grabbed himself a chair and sat down. "I'm afraid I won't be of any help here anymore, to be honest. I've failed and am now suffering from the same problems like Liz... fighting friends. And this will likely be a gruesome battle of attrition. I'm no witch."

Elizabeth sat up when Andri said he wouldn't be useful, her face looking almost hurt. Was he going to leave them? She couldn't stop him, but the thought was discouraging. ”You may not be a witch Andri, but do you think I am either? You're always welcome here, and you'll always be useful. You're great at what you do, I've seen you in action.” She was pleading at that point, but she would never admit to it if someone asked.

Andri attempted to smile at Liz for her encouraging words, but his overall collapsed mood and the onset of slight dizzyness, more likely than not caused by an entire drawer worth of beverages he hadn't even cared about their strength, foiled it. "I've no idea. This isn't against any strange undead beasts, it's against people we considered friends and still do for the most part I think." He imagined himself standing behind some of the hunters he had met in Seren's Folley since his arrival, not being able to wrap his garrotte around their neck. Another bottle! Now! He wanted to forget about everything, though he perfectly knew that it would only be temporarily. Of course, Khan was protesting, but he didn't care. That demon worm had become a minor concern for him.

Elizabeth nodded sincerely, she knew what Andri meant. ”I'm not talking about the war, I'm saying that here, you can be useful. You don't have to shy away from us.” This was the last she said, Andri wasn't going to be coherent for much longer, and she could hardly speak as it was. She settled back down into Lorelai's lap, grabbing the closest bottle and continuing to drink.

"I provide my support for you remaining here. This did cost you your home after all." She frowned at the bottle in Liz's hand, it seemed they were determined to bury their pains in liquor. What else was there though? She wrapped her arms around Elizabeth's waist, and planted a small kiss on her cheek. "At least you two are back safe, I'll count that as a victory."

"We're in a castle full of beds... did you two really want to pass out here?" She looked between the two hunters. She for one could use the benefit of a good night's rest, and the hunters likely more so. "Andri still has a room, I'll see to it in the morning that it's permanent. And my bed has fresh sheets." She added the last bit playfully.

Elizabeth looked at Lorelai, who was happy and joking. It pained her to say so, but Liz didn't want to feel happy at this time. ”I think I need some time to myself Lorelai, to really think about what happened today. We have a lot of planning to get done now, but I'll be up to bed in time.” She smiled and avoided Lorelai's eyes by looking through the selection they had in the pantry.

Andri blinked. Not only his sense of balance started to fade now, but still the hunter tried to speak about serious things. "Safe ? For the next few hours, but then ? The attack will come..." His pronunciation was suffering. Just by looking around one could see that he had taken a very intimidating toll on the coven's supply of liquors, and now it gradually came back to haunt him.

His mind attempted to piece together the location of his room. Rebecca had guided him there once, but his current state made remembering more difficult. Groaning, the giant got up from his chair, stating "I'll be in bed and talk to you tomorrow, Lorelai.". What spell it would have required to clearly understand that last sentence - who knew. Given how the assassin started adding length to his path by making unnecessary turns and twists and how his upper body started swinging from one side to the other, he better hurried.

Lorelai smiled at Andri as he left the small pantry, sighing internally. She understood Liz's desire to be alone, to grieve for what may be lost friends. If there was time for such things Lorelai would give her sweetheart as much time as she needed, but there wasn't. Tomorrow would only be a day closer to the bloody end, and whatever came next. "Sousiel, bring me Triss, now." She called out to her familiar mentally.

Lorelai squeezed the huntress affectionately. "I understand, but if you're looking for relief. There are better things than liquor, I've sent for someone who may be able to help you." She kissed her love's cheek one more time. "Trust me?"

Elizabeth looked at Lorelai, her brow furrowing deeply. ”Better than liquor? What a load of malarkey. This is how I deal with everything Lore, and I've turned out fine.” She laughed, covering up her disappointment well. She knew Lorelai was trying to help, and it was sweet of her to do so, but Liz favored loneliness and she wasn't sure she wanted a witch toying with her head. ”I trust you though...I'm sure it won't be bad.”

Triss stumbled into the room, her nightgown tucked lazily into a pair of trousers. Her hair was thrown up just as haphazardly, it was obvious Sousiel had given her a rude awakening. ”There's no ignoring that pillock is there? What do you need me for?” She rubbed her eyes, staring at the two lovebirds. ”Is she the cause of those moans in your head? Very amusing.”

Elizabeth looked at the new witch, shocked at how she treated Lorelai. ”This is the witch that's supposed to heal me? Is that a joke Lorelai?”

Triss squinted, she had no time for this. ”You actually wanted me to become a healer? I thought that was a jest.”

"You're not really in a position to take anything I say as a jest. Yes, I want you to take Liz's pain away." Lorelai said calmly, her cheeks heating from Triss comment. She should have expected Sousiel to be rough with the poor girl. "I'm sorry about Sousiel, Triss. Would you please help me? I'll consider it a personal favor."

She squeezed Liz's hand reassuringly. "This is Triss honey, she's got a unique gift. I hope you can excuse her demeanor, it is the middle of the night after all."

Triss shuddered, Sousiel had offered Triss many ‘personal favors’ if she didn't get out of bed. ”Sure, I'll do it, but it won't take away her pain forever. She have anything I should...avoid?” Triss laughed darkly, her eyes glinting with somehing fierce. It was mostly to scare Liz, but a part of her wanted to utilize any evil she could get.

Elizabeth’s mouth gaped, and she looked between Lorelai and Triss. ”There is no way, no way in hell. I would rather destroy my liver, than let her mess with my head. Do you honestly trust her?”

"Believe it or not, yes. Although her bearing could use some work." Lorelai sighed as the two got off to what might be the worst first impression in history.

Triss rolled her eyes, ready to leave. ”You have no choice, Blondie. I would listen to Lorelai, she has a mean spittle.” Triss laughed, enjoying how easy it was to tick the blonde off. ”Now lock eyes so I can go to bed.”

Elizabeth clenched her fist, ready to jab at the girl's face. She unclenched her fist slowly, and nodded. ”If it means you'll leave, I'll do anything.”

Triss chuckled. ”What am I bringing out, Lorelai? Anything special? You want a wild night of passion or something?”

"Just find something happy in there, and draw it forward. It won't last forever, but it'll get her through tonight." Lorelai winked. "If I get a wild night out of it so much the better, but I trust you know what you're doing Triss." Her eyes betrayed her worry, and promised vile things should Triss misplace the trust she was placing in her.

"Relax sweetheart, and let Triss do her work, so we can all get on with our evening." Lorelai smiled encouragingly at Elizabeth.

Triss smiled, devilish in the pale light of the pantry. She rubbed her eyes and took a step few steps forwards, kneeling and facing Liz. ”Trust me?” She asked happily, her voice still a bit tired as she sought out Liz’s sapphire eyes. She had ignored Lorelai's looks, not afraid of the witch. If anything, she was more afraid of Sousiel fulfilling her promises.

Elizabeth groaned, giving Lorelai one last look to tell her just how apprehensive she was. Then, with a subtle feeling that Triss would make her into a drooling vegetable, she locked eyes with the girl. ”I don't have much of a choice, do I?”

Triss didn't have to answer, her powers surging as she entered Liz’s mind. The girl wasn't sure about Triss, so she had put up a fragile wall. It tumbled almost instantly, and Triss was in. The girl's head was foggy, everything clouded by the liquor she had been consuming. Triss rolled her eyes, using her powers to seek out the hidden emotions.

Liz was feeding off fear, and Triss moved past it with a roll of her eyes. She didn't want to be a healer, it wasn't fun. She had to help people, and she didn't even get to experiment. Being as tired as she was, she went straight for lust. Maybe Lorelai would like it more if Liz was overdone with passion. She drew from it, leading it around the fog and balling it up in the forefront of Liz’s mind. It was a potent concentration, and the alchol would make it worse. Triss added a bit of happiness to the mix, it swirled around in little whisps, outdone by the lust.

As soon as Triss was done she pulled out, she looked over at Lorelai and gave her a hard stare. ”You owe me, I hate messing with drunks. If you find my body mutilated in my bed tomorrow, it was Sousiel. Have fun with Blondie, she's a lust bomb.” She fled the room, just as the emotions started to take over Liz.

Elizabeth’s eyes flashed, she looked at Lorelai. Her entire body was overtaken by lust, the need for passion and sex. She didn't know what that witch had done, but it was addicting. She lunged at Lorelai, pinning her to the floor with her body. ”This time, you're mine.” She growled, nibbling on Lorelai's ear. She wondered how long this would last, and how crappy she would feel when it was over, but that was the least of her concerns.

This Triss situation might need revisited later. Lorelai thought to herself mildly, there was still something dark in the girl's eyes. Wasn't that to be expected though? She pushed it aside and focused on the situation at hand.

Liz's body over top hers was a welcome warmth, but the pantry!? Really!? "I'm always yours my love, but the pantry? Perhaps we should take this to my chambers." Her protests were undercut by small moans. Elizabeth's hands on her body, her breath hot against her ear, and the delightful sensation of her teeth on her earlope conjured the sultry dreams that had haunted her daymares of late.

There were times for decorum, and then there were these times. A passionate lover burying pain and renewing love in a darkened pantry on the eve of war. Lorelai surrendered her body to Elizabeth's touch.

Spells in the Dark (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

_{in collaboration with @Aerandir, @TheDoctor, @Urukhai, @Fetzen, and @Wildeyes}

"Coven Found"

Matrim's journey to Witches' Paradise had been a thankfully uneventful one. After finally tracking down his horse the hunter went as fast as he could, stopping only when the horse needed a break. Some of his wounds had reopened over the trip but Matrim hardly cared at that point. The other hunters needed to know, and he would deliver the message.

Very late the second night Matrim finally made it to the town, feeling the fatigue over him. His only energy at this point was the desire to finally make it to the others, to confirm he wasn't alone anymore. At the entrance the hunter didn't even bother to rein his horse in and ran to the door, busting it open to enter. Finally inside, Matrim panted heavily and announced, "I found them."

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_{Bobby, Ashlynn, and Alric}

Matrim spoke of horrific transmutation experiments, mental violations, and demons. If the first two weren’t bad enough, and they were plenty bad, the last told Bobby what he’d been spending so much time trying to find out. They’d found Lorelai at last.

More importantly they’d found where Elizabeth and Coraline had been imprisoned. The missing hunters had kept Bobby up the last few weeks. Matrim and Flint’s return was a small miracle by his counting, and certainly cause for celebration. There were still hunters out there suffering though, and that meant there was work to be done.

Bobby sent flyers calling for a meeting of all the local hunters, to happen tonight, hopefully after Matrim had recovered enough to speak. He sighed as he resumed his post behind the bar of the Witch’s Paradise. ”Another long night eh Bobby?” He whispered to himself. ”I’m getting too old for this shit.”

As Bobby whispered to himself, the bell jingled as two new arrivals strode in. Bobby was struck by a large man, clad in a brown and green cloak, witht he hood pulled back. He had a glorious mane of golden blond hair, with a full beard to match. He had a heavy hammer at his side, and a massive shield strapped across his back. Beneath his cloak, Bobby could see he was wearing plate and mail armor. The man was so impressive, and despite his token attempts at staying low key, that Bobby almost didn't notice the small figure follow into the bar behind the large figure.

"What are ye here for?" Bobby called to the stranger.

The stranger held up one of the fliers he had sent out. "I've heard that the local hunters are meeting here. We're here to join their ranks."

Bobby nodded as he pointed to the two stools in front of him. "Always room fer acomplished men like ye self. Alrich Uther I gather?" He said with a chuckle then glancing at the small girl behind him. "And Ashlynn Sheyln behind ye?" He almost had a twinkle in his eye as he cleaned a clay mug with a rag. Of course he knew of them, he knew of all the major hunters/mercenaries/knights worth their salt. He had his own network of informants that was quite impressive.

The pair smiled, as Ashlynn lowered her hood. "You honor a pair of humble hunters." They belly up to the bar and order drinks.

After a quick look around Ashlynn decided no one was likely to kill her here. Bobby was certainly a legendary figure, and her father spoke of the man fondly. He'd said the man had a near perfect memory, and knew the name of just about every hunter to spill vile blood.

She grinned at the man, her white eyes full of excitement tempered with concern. "Mr. Flint. Do you perhaps know an Elizabeth? Elizabeth James? She's a dear friend of mine, I was hoping to catch up with her."

Bobby looked at the girl as she mentioned Liz. A pained looked came upon his face, as he was worried about the lass. Though Ashlyn could not see it, he was sure Alrich did. "I do Indeed missy... I'm afraid to tell ye that she's been missing for a few weeks. Poor girl got caught up with Lorelai Von'strauss... Been searching for her since."

Ashlynn turned a forlorn look to Alric. "Von'Strauss...? Elizabeth... why couldn't you have just been a noble?"

"Is that what this call is for? Some kind of rescue operation?" Alric was concerned, if Bobby was referring to the Von' Strauss he thought he was. "You're referring to the demon binders, correct? You're in luck, we have spades of experience dealing with the like." Alric put an encouraging hand on his friend's shoulder. "At least Liz hasn't gotten herself in trouble with anything too unfamiliar."

Bobby raised an eyebrow as Alric said he had experiance fighting demons of the like. Obviously he hasn't met a Von'strauss. "I know of yer stories of fighting demons, but Lorelai Von'strauss has the skill to summon far more dangerous Demons, Demon Lords to be exact. Even me dear Friend Hector Digard lost his life to her hands, She is not to be trifled with. Top top it off with an entire conven of powerful witches. "

Alric smiled at Bobby's warnings of Demon Lords. "Thanks for the info. You can fill us in on Demon Lords later. For now, let's enjoy some food and drink until we have our grand meeting. You never know if you'll have another chance." Alric raised his mug in a toast, and bought rounds for the bar. People's spirits were high for a little while.

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_{Digard's and Co.}

During the few weeks after Flint had recovered, He and Fenros had gone out searching with Allltia and Mishka for any clues as to where Lorelai was, as well Liz and Coraline. They tracked down, along with Emiliah and Vivian, any clues of demon sommoners, finiding and killing at least four witches in the process. While traveling, they took Emiliah on and trained her as much as they could with the knowlege of their trade their family had been in since before the time of Christ. She was a quick learner, and though it was mostly in teaching her Hebrew and rituals that she could use with out the priesthood.

They were already on their way back when a messenger stopped them on the road telling them to come back. Fenros was personally still mad at Bobby as he found out that He had met Lorelai a few weeks before their little escapade with Death... A day later they all had arrived back at the Witches Paradise, as others had been coming in.

As they walked in Flint found the closest stool and floopped down, "UGH...This is why I don't hunt with you Fenros."

"Cause you're lazy?" Fenros asked in a flat tone.

He shot his elder brother a look. "Because you are so uptight all the time... and you can't relax every once in a while."

Fenros shook his head, "Father was the same way...."

"No he wasn't! He had a personality!" Flint said, cutting his brother off. He looked to Viv, "Am I right? Fenros is all business and no pleasure."

"Uh...." Vivian looked betwwen the two brothers, wanting nothing more than to not be caught between them. She grinned brightly.

"You." She turned to Fenros, poking his chest. "Need to smile more, and relax once in awhile. This job is hard enough without making it harder on yourself."

"And you." She turned to Flint. "Could learn to be serious when the moment called for it. You're talented, and sometimes I wonder if some of it doesn't go to waste."

"Now, please don't beat me up. That'd be great." She winked. Soon her drink came and she stiffled a laugh in the mug.

Flint pulled back as she turned on him, He looked slightly hurt by her words. Though she had a fair point, even his father had said the same thing growing up. Fact was that he was always serious on a mission, he only continued to act laid back as a facade. He was honestly worried about Liz, and what she did to save him. He didn't want the others to pry and ask so he acted like he wasn't worried.

He leaned forward, "Says the one who is always smiling and bouncing around." He said while pointing a finger at her with his eyes narrowing on her.

Fenros had only shrugged as he agreed with Viv's statement about Flint. Though he really didn't care what they thought that he was too serious. He had too many things to worry about to have fun at the moment. Perhaps after he kills Lorelai and Finds Elina that would change....

He looked down at the drink the Bobby had brought over. "Good to see ya all safe and sound," He heard Bobby as he hobbled over. He looked Fenros directly in the eye, "I'm sorry about before, but just so ye know... This meetin is some good news for ye."

Bobby looked to Vivian, "Glad ye survived with these ruffians. I'm sure you kept them out of trouble then?"

"Aye, although it took everything I had." Vivian flashed Bobby her signature grin. "They're every bit as talented as I remember Bobster."

"Sooo... What's up? Pleeeeeaaase tell me you've found the Von'Strauss whore." She batted her eyelashes cutely.

Bobby looked at Viv and smiled. "Better be, They be filling Hector's boots. " He said with a huff. She then went on to ask if he found out any more info, "As a matter of fact, Aye. I did. Matrim had managed to find out where the whore of a witch was after being tortured and what not for a bit."

Flint and Fenros sat up in their seats, perked up just like a wolf at hearing vital information. Both said in unison. "Where?!"

Bobby raised his hands, "Ill tell everone in a minute...right now rest and prepare you two"

"Sweet!" Vivian exclaimed. She nudged Flint's arm, smirking playfully. "Just one Von'Strauss away from being reunited with Miss Liz huh? How long after that before the wedding? I'll need an escort, and something to wear, timing is important." She giggled.

Flint was slightly pushed to the side as she nudged him, not really paying attention, but when he finially realized what she was saying he looked at her with wide eyes. "W-w-what?!?! There is nothing between us!" Despite his protest a small hint of red appeared on his cheeks, Even though she had shut the door on any relationship before the hunt, He still did have feelings for her, that and the fact that she had sold herself into slavery to protect him...it was something he wouldn't stand for. That was his role...to protect others...not to be protected. He was relieved, only slightly at the thought that he was finally one step closer to finding her.

Fenros forced himself to lean back onto his stool. He knew if Bobby wanted to wait to tell everyone, he was going to wait, no matter what he tried to say. Growling only slightly as he gripped the counter. For him, it was two things, Lorelai, the witch who killed his father and mother, and also Elina... who, despite this past year, he still believed that she really wasn't a bad witch. He knew they were in the same castle...because of Medusa.

"When will this meeting start then?" He asked Bobby.

Bobby shrugged, "A little later."

This only made him growl even more. That wasn't any help. He let out a sigh, calming himself down as he glanced around the bar, noticing other hunters he never seen before, a large man iwith a giant shield on his back, a blonde woman with pale eyes. He even noticed Yuri and Andri.

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_Andri

It had not been long until after his meeting with Medusa that Andri returned to Seren's Folley. He had wanted to search for Liz, knowing that she had to be somewhere within the boundaries of the Castle, but his efforts had come out to no avail. Since his return it had almost been like he did not exist at all: There were no giant's drinking sessions in the tavern, not only because of a certain additional inhabitant being worried about his appearance, but also because Andri had started to feel somehow trapped there, ready for every other hunter to finish him off if that other hunter was in the mood for it. And the whore he had to attend to on a more regular basis than not ? It had cost him barely any effort at all to convince Khan to get him there the fast way. Other errands could be done early or late when the transition between day and night wasn't far away.

Now however, there was no escape. He had to attend this meeting, even if it meant sharing the same room not only with Fenros, but with all the other hunters he believed were not only knowing or at least suspecting something was very wrong with him, but also willing to put and end to this the ultimate way. The assassin almost rushed through the door and went for a chair that was both close to a wall and close to the exit leading upwards to the other rooms. From there, he started staring into the room, scanning it. It appeared he had just speeded past the Digard brothers - something he was glad about. There was another person next to them, a female. Was she new ? Likely, but given him rather being a newcomer himself who was he to judge ?

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_{Yuri & Andri}

It was a slow walk that brough Yuri the the bar, the shaft of his scythe clicking in time with the clicking of his boots on the stone streets. The hunter sighed as he opened the door to the bar with his shoulder, and at least having the decency to close it with his free hand, rather than with his foot or weapon. Taking a seat, Yuri leaned his scythe on the table as he pulled a second seat around to prop one of his legs on as he sat.

He rubbed at his jaw as he took his hat off, his fingers running along his beard that had been lengthening slightly as of late, but the growing facial hair want alone as the tips of his fingers met a few new cuts that were clotted up. Yuri sighed as he brought his hand away from his face "Those are going to scar up, wonderful, more to the collection.". After a momentary relaxed silence, Yuri reached out and grasped his weapon, opening the blade slowly by hand, the blade emerging without fanfare. The once whole blade now baired some cips along the inside, three to be exact. Yuri fished through his belt and fetched out a whetstone and set about working at the divots in the blade. It soon became appearent that he wasnt trying to buff them out, instead he seemed to be sharpeining them, adding what apeared to be a small serration in the blades.

Frowning he stopped sharpening and put both the stone and the blade away before hauling himself to his feet. Walking to the bar the scarred man got himself a drink befor notticeing Andri. Grinning slightly Yuri grabbed his scythe in one hand, and his drink in the other before making his way over to the giant of a man, Setting both down next to him as he lowered himself into a seat near him, "Nice to see a framiliar face" Yuri said to Andri as he sat before taking a drink and continueing "So how has life been treating you freind?"

Andri wasn't looking at Yuri until the other hunter approached the bar. Too great was his fear of attracting the attention of the man he had asked for having a close eye on himself. What an irony. However he could not cut out that grinding noise. For someone who was considering being attacked right here during this meeting as a scenario, it was a somewhat eerie thing to hear. Then the unexpected happened as the other hunter selected him to have chat with.
"Wait a minute... isn't that the guy you told to surveil you ?"
"Don't panic! Please!"
The assassin was far from admitting it to the worm as it could just affirm him, but his heartbeat was becoming faster. If he just had an empty jug in his hands that he could cling on with his fingers demanding for movement, it would probably have made his tension unnoticeable - but there was none except for Yuri's.
"Heya." It didn't take long for the giant to take note of the newly added wounds. Right now he was glad that they existed, something he could probably use to divert the focus from himself. "Given the circumstances... I'd say rather fine." It was a lie of a purity he very rarely dared to use. Andri tried to sound casually. "And you ? Haven't seen you in a while."

Yuri shrugged as he took a drink "Eh not bad, not bad. Recent events keeping me busy more than anything." His voice trailed off for a moment, before he brought himself back with a shake of his head. "So you get the flyer thats been making the rounds, or just here for a drink? Speaking of which, you want one,?" Yuri gestured slightly with the drink in his hand to emphasise the question.

"Yes, of course!" His answer came quick like a shot. How long had it been until he had indulged himself into a decent bit of alcohol ? Too long. And it would come with a jug, so it wasn't too late yet to make himself appear calm. Andri waited for Yuri to return with whatever drink he had got. Just about everything would be acceptable for him right now and so it came, causing the assassin to express his gratitude for the expense. "It was the flyer. I'm wondering what the kickup is all about. You have any idea ?"

"Nope" Yuri responded with a slight chuckle "I think im going to take a break from guessing at where these grand hunt of ours are going to take us." he face fell slighty "Especially after last time." He took a drink and forced the grin back "Whelp we could ask." He said casting a side glance at the giant "But that would be to easy right?"

Especially since last time ? Tell that guy not to talk so disrespectful about that event! Before you came across my little self you were stuck in the dark ages of sex and the whores unhappy. Now look how things have changed.
Andri did not respond to Khan's interruption, because he knew that Khan knew what he would have responded. He tried to focus on Yuri. "Actually I'm not that eager to know about it before all the others. And if I judge Bobby correctly, he will make sure that we all get to know it the moment he thinks we should." He started to consume his drink, apparently not impressed by the jug's size at all. "So you've been busy ? Hunting witches I guess, heh ? I can see the cuts and bruises. Was there any success ?"

Yuri nods "A few, minor witches and monsters seem to be poping out of the woodwork recently. No idea why. But there they are frightening the 'oh so pure' town people" Yuri waved his hands in a very sarcastic motion. "Who then call us." Yuri shook his head slowly as he took a drink. "Boggles the mind sometimes. But its what we, or most of us... siome of us, signed up for I suppose. But yah, a few successes, a few good fights, a couple new notches on my blade, literally and figuratively."

Andri really would have liked to know more about the details. Witches frightening town people didn't necessarily mean that they were actively and deliberately doing so. Ordinary people had a massive tendency to be frightened just by a remote presence. So there was something for his conscience to gnaw on. On the other hand... he couldn't reverse the flow of time and it definitely was outside his responsibility, so he had the choice between allowing his doubts and questions to consume more space in his mind or to forget about it. The latter option was far more preferable, though he couldn't kill the other thing instantaneously. Additionally, there were so many of his own worries in his head - both literally and not - that he, if he was honest, just wanted to small talk a bit more. "Your blade ? I've not seen much of it yet. Why did you opt for such a mechanism ? Wouldn't have something more ordinary both sufficed and been less fault-prone ?"

Yuri set down his mug, and though for a moment before retreiving his weapon, which he turned over in his hand as he spoke. "Thats a good question honestly. Would certianly be easier with a fixed blade I can tell you that, less moving parts, less matinance. But it also means that I would have a kinda target following me around, hard to desguse a scythe right? Its this that makes the practical part of my mind want to tell you that its simply beacuse its easier to blend in when you dont have a blade poking out, people also seem more comfortable when they dont think you have a sharp, pointy object. That and the sheer suprise of suddenly having one."

Yuri reached out and slowly pulled the blade of the scythe out by hand once more, the hidden lock making a slight click as it latched into place. With an almost melencholy look about him Yuri ran his eyes along the blade "But also with it like this, its a choice you know? You have to draw it twice, you have to be so sure you need to end a life you can do it twice. With a fixed blade it's to easy just to draw and strike, no thought, just motion. Too easy to make a mistake. Too easy for people to get hurt." Yuri breathed out, letting the silence fill the space between him and his weapon before chuckling soflty to himself as he close his eyes and closed the blade. Putting the weapon back to its reasting position he queitly mumbled to himself "Even then. Sometimes I don't think thats enough." Retreving his drink he took a gulp before nodding to Andri "Sorry.. didnt mean to put a damper on things."

Yuri's response to his question was surprising. Andri really had not expected the other hunter to be so... he wasn't even sure how to name it. He could see both the points in Yuri's thoughts, but which of them weighed more: Obscurity or an inherent restraint forcing one's mind to make a second thought ? The assassin appreciated both, but he wasn't convinced about the point of time this restraint kicked in with the scythe. His own weapon was terribly slow-acting even compared to a scythe that one would have to carefully unfold like a huge map before using it, but in his case it was a necessary evil because he needed something that didn't spill blood, not a deliberate choice.

Yuri's chuckle appeared odd to Andri, but his last sentence prevented him from asking about it. Instead, he pulled out his garrotte that had been hidden in one of the larger pockets of his leather armor and let it dangle above the table in front of the other hunter. With a slight smile, he said: "Perhaps you should try out this. You have a lot of seconds for aborting with that. If you are more experienced, you can even feel the thin line between unconsciousness and death, and use it to your advance."

The scarred hunter looked at the garrotte, a small onesided grin appearing on his face. "Perhaps in time freind. For now I think i'll bear what I have, its become framiliar at this point. But tomorrow is always a diffrent day right?" Yuri finished speaking just as Bobby spoke up, grabbing his attention "Speaking of diffrent days."

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_{The meeting}
Matrim slowly stirred from his bed, giving a small groan as he sat up. After giving a glance around the room, he slowly remembered all of what happened. His arrival at the inn and speaking with Bobby about what happened with his fatigued self. After that he made Mat rest and get back to full strength as the other hunters were to gather here. The waiting made Matrim restless, but he knew it was necessary. Only at full strength could they possibly take on that many witches.

Hearing voices outside his room, Matrim slowly got up out of his bed and changed before equipping himself with his arms, including a flintlock and a dagger. His spear was still at the witches' castle, something he'd need to get back. For the time being he had found a temporary replacement spear until he could reclaim it.

Stepping out to the bar Matrim gave a glance around the room, recognizing some of his fellow hunters from what seemed like years ago. Much had happened since he was last with them, and he would need to tell them much. Fortunately Bobby would be there to help him out to explain everything. As soon as the briefing was done, they could get ready to move out.

While Matrim wasn't physically old, he felt so wearied and tired from everything. His eyes seemed to sag as he slumped into a chair at an empty table not too far from Bobby's. Looking over at the man, Matrim gave a nod, ready to begin.

Bobby's gruff voice sounded out over the clamor of the gathered hunters. "Alright ye rough lot!" His gaze swept over the gathered faces, and soon they all quieted. "I've called ya here for a hunt."

"Those o' ye in the loop know we've got some missing hunters. Liz an' Coraline haven't been visiting family." His voice was grim. "They've found themselves in the clutches of one o' the most vile witches to hex or spit."

"We all know witch signs, and we all know there's a damned sight too many 'round here for comfort." He gestured to Matrim. "Matrim here has found their source at last. Tonight I call on ye to hunt witches, tonight we stalk Lorelai Von'Strauss, and her coven."

"It'll be a long night laddies, and I expect not all of us will make it back here for the celebration." His voice held a note of sadness for all its resolve. "But we'll not balk in the face o' demons will we? We'll finish now, what Hector began all those years ago."

"Now Matrim. Tell this lot what you told me." Bobby's hand fell on the young man's shoulder.

Matrim gave a steady glance towards everyone in the bar, sitting up straighter in his chair. Information was key during hunts, and he was glad to give it all out. "The castle is two to three days travel from here, and there are many witches. From what I saw one was a chimera creator named Ang, a really sick twisted witch that one who wanted to experiment on me. Another was a human snake mix with mind reading powers. The third I met, mental emotion tapping, though she's probably dead.

"I was captured by the witches after being injured by a mountain lion and bear mix. There seemed to be some dissension between the witches, though I don't know much about it. Several were complaining about their leader...Lorelai I believe. Another they seemed to follow was named Medusa. Short story about my stay: it was dark, scarring, and very educational. I failed to find any of the missing hunters but I believe they were being held elsewhere. They probably know I've escaped by now but I don't think they would expect an attack by a large group so soon. Surprise would be our best advantage," the hunter finished his report, slumping a bit back down in his chair. "They also took my spear so if anyone happens to find it when we're there, it'd be nice if that could be returned to me."

The giant man's facial features went sliding downwards even before Mat had finished his report. It wasn't until fresh air was leaking into his booze-covered mouth that he actually noticed having lost control over it. Even Khan didn't appear to be in the mood for an obvious 'Did they cut off his penis and he wants it back ?' prank about a lost spear that was lying on the road for him.

Mhmmm. You're in trouble. You brought peace to the coven and now the hunters will come for it. And the witches will probably suspect you of betrayal because you too are one who has left the castle. Time to choose, boy... You could forget about this heap of human junk and earn your rightful place among the supernaturals by telling them. I could get you to them right here, right there, right now. Why was there such an amused undertone in Khan's mental voice ? Wasn't it a bad thing for a parasite to enjoy it when its host was in trouble ? Or wait... you just couldn't forget about this heap of human junk, could you ? Watching them being ambushed in an ambush you were the key in its preparation... You'd beg me for poofing you back into that coffin after you have committed suicide, wouldn't you ? So stick to the other option: Stay here, let things happen, participate and bear the risk of the other hunter's not accepting you after all because Mr. Wolfbreath is a stubborn and distrustful one. One part of Andri wanted to cry out for Khan to stop. Another part wanted to continue listening to the demon's insights as it felt that one couldn't lay out things any better than Khan did. Or you could blurt out everything, now. The great nasty thing Rebecca told you about... The fearsome reason for everyone to stick to a fragile peace, perhaps, maybe, unlikely... Oh, you already are a traitor. But now it's in your hands to cause a terrible lot of real damage, not only for you. If you ask me... stick to the women.

The entire speech of Khan had taken a terrible toll on Andri's mood. He would have discovered all the interdependencies himself, but that worm had handed them to him on a silver platter, adorned with a slight trail of malice. Or was that just his own mind attempting to make Khan's reasoning less feasible by contaminating it with things he didn't like ? Anyways, for several seconds, there wasn't much of a difference between the giant man sitting next to a wall and a statue of a giant man sitting next to a wall. The only person he briefly squinted at was Fenros when he discovered another part of the equations Khan did seem to have overlooked: Did this man see the possibility of him becoming a traitor ? He knew he could teleport, he knew he had a multiple day's advantage for whatever he was up to when the location involved Castle Bloodrose. But... did he knew that he had already been there ? He had taken so much effort into not allowing for this, but one could never be sure...

There was one straw he found. One thing he could cling onto: Convincing them to not start this hunt in the first place without telling any of his secrets. "Do you think it's wise to start such an endeavour with the limited numbers we have ? We're speaking about an entire coven, right ?" He expected some of the hunters to rage at him for this, but perhaps there was a majority that would agree with him. Major achievement Andri! You're really quick at getting disasters rolling, not only in bed. What if they agree to just wait until more hunters have gathered here ? Your argument will become invalid and the massacre even bigger.

From one of the shadows at the edge of the tavern, Draco had watched as the rest of the hunters debated and discussed their newest hunt in silence. Whatever expression that he might have shown seemed to be hidden under a face mask of sorts, but with his arms crossed across his chest the casual observer might have noticed that the fingers on his right hand were tapping against his upper left arm in thought.

Clicking his tongue as he came to a decision, he decided to speak up. "For what good it is worth, I might be able to remove one of the witches from the coven before the fighting begins and remove her as a threat. I won't be able to join in the hunt itself if I do so, but removing a witch from the defense of wherever they have dug themselves into before the rest of you assault it would have to make something of a difference..."

Vivian nodded to Andri. "He's right, our numbers are somewhat lacking for now." She grinned. "I've been traveling awhile though, and I've made some friends believe it or not."

She drug some parchment out of her bag, along with a pen and ink. "I'll send out some letters, I should be able to get a few lodges worth of hunters here within a fortnight."

Ashlynn spoke up shyly. "I might be able to get a few knights here... if we needed." Gideon was her father, and truth be told if he knew what was happening he'd probably ride a contigent down. Hector Digard was a friend of his after all.

Matrim glanced at the other hunters who spoke up, disgruntled that several were immediately against attacking soon. The hunter sat up straighter and looked between the two. "Like I said, a quick attack may be our only advantage. If we wait for more hunters the witches could very well call in their own allies. What happens after a fortnight and we get more hunters just to figure they have more witches with them? We'll just continue to indefinitely wait till every bloody hunter in the world gathers. They seemed surprised to see me there, which means they weren't expecting hunters to find them and they don't have proper defenses set up. It'll be a nest of hexes, traps, and even more witches to fight if we wait it out."

Vivian's hand paused over her letter for a moment. She sighed, sitting back in her chair. Her eyes met Matrim's for a moment, before she nodded. "Mat's right, surprise is our best bet." She glanced over at Ashlynn. "We'll still send off for back up, incase things go sideways, but the sooner the better."

Ashlynn nodded in suit, grinning. "Y-yeah, a surprised witch is bad enough, but a prepared one?" She shuddered. "The sooner the better indeed."

"Aye." Bobby's voice sounded again. "We'll be movin' out tonight."

He unrolled a map across the bar. It detailed the region around Seren's Folley, and bore a small red X that Matrim had added. "Plan is to fan out through here." He indicated their approach. "As to spot any waiting ambushes, and ensure we don't leave nothin' behind us."

"We'll gather up here," He pointed to a valley close to the castle. "And finish our approach."

Shit! That had gone terribly wrong and, to make things even worse, it had gone wrong exactly the way Khan had predicted. Of course that was something the demon worm did not forget telling him loud and clear. Making the possible carnage even more vast really was a major achievement, in the most negative sense possible. Andri felt really bad at this moment, and one could see this. His face had turned pale as if he was ill, his movements had become slow and he was staring at the floor as if there was something really interesting to discover. The assassin was so busy succumbing into his dismal thoughts that he wasn't even aware of the fact that his face could be considered a major information leak for an attentive observer.

Bobby's decisiveness about putting this hunting plan into action did add to Andri's confusion, too. Moving out tonight ? The giant man hadn't even progressed enough in his cogitations to be able to tell why he had such a bad feeling because of this. He just had. Only after a considerable amount of time he had continued sitting there in his corner like a piece of stone, the reason for this started condensating: He had to stop this madness before it took place!

Why had it been that he and Rebecca had arranged for this secret meeting between Medusa and Lorelai, thereby both risking a lot ? Because there was this rumour about something coming that would be far too great for any of the two sides to handle on its own. Did he have any serious confirmation on this ? No, except for some 'divinations' as Rebecca had called them. Probably a good assertion for a witch, but not really for him. But who was he to play games with fate ? Could he or anybody else afford to just assume that this was pure bullshit and therefore continue with business as usual ? That was a no that was more sure than the other - and there were other arguments, too. Assuming that the entire coven was a huge bunch of really terrible witches that would deserve to be killed, wouldn't this huge bunch have a vast area of really bad influence ? Yuri had just told him about a few witches 'threatening' citizens, but even the true chain of effects behind this was uncertain. A vast area of bad influence just didn't appear to be what reality was around here. So tracking logic back resulted in the inverse assumption that the coven just could not be really bad in its entirity. Was it justifyable to kill all to hit a few ? Even from a non-moralist point of view it couldn't be. Deaths of innocent people had a natural tendency to make the remainder of the innocent people more aggressive.

Erm... hello ? Andri ? What are you thinking ? You're so silent...
Shut up! it came back, very unsubtle.
Perhaps he could save the coven by warning them. How long would the hunters require to go there ? Two days ? Three days ? Something like that. But that would be the same time Mat would have required to get back here, and how likely was it that his escape had not been discovered in a meantime this long ? Not very. Entire Castle Bloodrose likely already was on high alert, so likely nothing of effect to do there. That made it even more important to make the hunters not starting their endeavour in the first place. Two sides were to be saved from a massacre here. But how ?

Liz! It was a brainwave that blasted through his demonically infested head. What had Bobby said ? It was about the missing hunters, Liz and Coraline! Sure the latter one also was important, but the two witches had told him that Liz was in the Castle - and he had already gained mutual trust with her. What if he would manage to get her here ? Wouldn't that shake things ? Perhaps it would at least add a delay to things...
You don't even know where she is! You don't know what happened to her!
One more reason to get to the Castle!
Oh... and how do you intend to do this ? Being faster than the other hunters with your giant ass on a horse ?
No! This will be the very first poof of you that won't take away my clothes or make me reappear at a place I don't like!
WHAT ? I want more whore-time for this!
It's not unlikely that we will end up living in a castle full of women with almost no men along them! Isn't that attractive enough for you ?
Khan didn't answer. Instead, Andri could feel the worm curling.

It was only then when Andri directed his words to the other hunters again: "It is quite possible that the witches have detected your escape days ago, Mat. Now imagine what they could have in store waiting for us by now! I say that a full scale assault is crazy and that's it! Perhaps we can think of smaller, more intelligent solutions!" Of course, as an assassin, he wasn't referring to anything with this... "Excuse me, I have to go for a pee."

Thereby he left the main room through the door that lead to the other parts of Witches' Paradise, including the rooms upstairs.
You're not going to pee ? Damn... wanted to see your ding dong dangling!
The assassin carefully opened a back window and squeezed out. He didn't run in order not to cause excessive noise in the mud, but he wasn't slow moving either. His steps were directing him right to his shed where he started to collect the more important things in his posession, throwing them all into a cloth bag he used to transport them in when travelling with only as little care as was absolutely required.
Khan ? You know the destination. Do it, NOW!
It was near instantaneous. A sudden surge that started to cut him out of the constraints of what mankind described as 'natural laws', just to reinsert him into the ordinary world at another place a blink of an eye later.

Bobby's eyes followed the giant with suspicioun, but now was hardly the time to confront him. "Alright lads and lassies, grab your gear and organize into teams." He glanced at the clock. "We'll meet back here in say... two hours. Then we ride out!"

Vivian nodded grinning. "Dibs on the priestess!" She turned to poke Fenros in the chest. "You too wolf-boy, things never get boring around you."

"O-okay!" Ashlynn grinned shyly. "Alric and I will ride out with you then."

Draco sighed a little as his offer was seemingly ignored. Shaking his head a little to himself for even bringing up an offer to these people, he remained in silence for a moment before the offer to form teams was brought up. "For what I have planned, I would actually be better off working alone. However, I can assure you that I'll remove at least one witch from the equation."

Flint and Fenros were quiet during the meeting. Having aggreed with Bobby wholely to the point of attack. Fenros had looked down at the bubbly Viv as she poked him in the chest. "Thanks?" He said with a tiny hint of a smile. But he looked away for a moment when the large man with the face covered mentioned only getting one witch out. He honestly agreeed with the man in the point he worked better alone...but with this, they needed all the help they could get.

"One witch is not much an advantage out of a castle. What would more of an advantage is having another veteran hunter to fight along side us. Trust me I get the whole lone wolf thing, But we need you more in the attack."

There was a sudden light knock on the door, followed by a man opening it from the outside. The man entered in, having a gruff but light look to him as he walked inside. Followed by him was a boy near the age of eighteen, looking timidly around the inn and holding a small but thick book.

The older hunter, Conra, scanned the room around for who he was looking for, and finally ended up on Bobby. "Bobby! Sorry I'm late friend, glad I made it before you all headed out!" The hunter called out as he walked over to Bobby's table to sit down. Arid, the younger hunter, was unsure what to do until Conra waved him over to sit down next to him. "Glad I got your message, I'd been wanting to update my book on witches for a while, a hunt would be a perfect opportunity to do so!"

Bobby broke into a grin and quickly shook the man's hand. "Conra! It's been ages! Good to have another o' the old guard to watch over these pups." He smiled grimmly. "And trust me old friend, we'll need it."

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