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J A R E D L A N C A S T E R
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M A I A N D T H E W I T C H


The revenant was the last to remain within the entrance chamber of the tower, the hulking knight silently bearing his baleful gaze upon the so called "Witch." "WE SEE TRUE NATURE..." The knight took a rigid step forward, slow and deliberate without taking its eyes off the masked woman. "YOU CANNOT HIDE FROM IT..." It continued to lumber forward slowly as though the creature was stalking prey. "MASKS WILL NOT SAVE YOU."

In the blink of an eye though, Mai appeared in front of the knight, her silver eyes glaring like red hot daggers. She drew her massive blade and pointed it straight at the knight, ready to cleave him in two with one fell swing. "The mask might not. I however can, and will." She said, her normally soft voice was threatening. "Choose your next move wisely, or your head will be another trophy for My Lady's new empire."

The Witch motioned for Mai to stand down. "I recall you promising to wait for my instruction."

Almost instantly Mai sheathed her blade and stood beside her Lady again, "I apologize Mistress. I however won't stand to have one insult you in such a matter. Forgive me though for my foolishness." She bowed before her lady before resuming her stance beside her. However, she was still on guard, ready to act on a moments notice.

The Witch patted her on the back and moved to stand in front of Jared. She touched her fingers to the edges of the mask, waited for its latches to disconnect, and removed it. Her silver hair flowed freely down her shoulders, and her moist, scarlet lips parted slightly into a half-smile. "I am not hiding, mister knight. Look upon my face and remember it. My body is the trophy of my victory over the darkness, and I would be remiss if I did not share it with another. Do you like what you see?"

'I do, that's for sure.' Jared thought as he watched all this unfold like he were spectating. The revenant, however, had none of it. As it was a creature of the Void, it had little interest in women. "SEE LIES," said the revenant. "SEE A VOID."

"Tch." The Witch replaced her mask and folded her arms. "It seems I haven't communicated clearly enough, as that fine gentleman suggested earlier. I ate your kind to become the creature I am now. I feasted on its soul, devouring it drop by drop over three hundred years until its spirit became mine. Do you understand? You are food. Nothing. Void. And to the void you shall return if my Baneblade find your neck. Count yourself lucky, creature, that you have found a human host, for I have no wish to cut down the living with the dead. See no harm comes to him, for in the day you consume his flesh, your soul is mine for the taking."

With that, she turned on her heels and walked away. Jared watched until she vanished inside the tower before returning to join the others.
Not a bad idea.
@Dark Cloud Sure! Wanna hammer it out via PM?
@GamerXZ The unspoken rule of thumb so far has been that the characters may have a net superiority to the average human, but anything substantially beyond that requires some sort of equal detriment. Like, MacKenzie is a good example of roughly where the limit is. She's basically an Olympic athlete warrior with no weaknesses - and that's perfectly fine. That's exactly the level of power she should have around here. Jared, on the other hand, has 10x the strength of a normal human, which puts him at about twice the max power output of our main villain, who has to rely on hysterical strength to reach anywhere near that kind of power. So he has a major detriment: he shares a body with a Voidspawn.

So basically, you can be exceptionally powerful, but within reason.
Bigger oof when I realize I'm allergic to basically the entire state. Azelastine is not a bad way to manage it, I'm finding.
@Thinslayer You also Canadian?

Ah, I'm on the opposite side of the 49th Parallel. It's a little hot down here in Arizona. :P
@Dark Cloud Sounds delicious! It's 9pm here too. We might be in the same time zone. :D
@Dark Cloud I am now dying to know what Jared thinks of the Witch, and vice versa. lol

Get your sleep tho, dude.
Ah, I just finished my post before I saw this one. Probably threw a wrench in the works, eh?
"You know, we're not guessers, so when it's a good time for you people, stick with straightforward languages," Robert remarked. And as he left the tower, the Witch muttered back:

"If only it were so simple."

As she watched the reincarnations make their way out, Captain Snahl asked, "Are we really going to let them slip away?"

She patted him on the head. "We don't necessarily need them on our side right now. We just need them to stay out of our way. They'll be on our side when the time comes." The Witch leaned on the railing to gaze into the abyss below. She could not see to the bottom, despite the wide breadth of the tower. Somewhere down there was a door, a gateway to the Void sealed shut with the blood of untold millions. What would happen if the number of Voidspawn exceeded the number of souls used to seal them? What would happen if the world wasn't ready?

"Captain Snahl."

"Yes, milady?"

"Smile for me, would you?"

Snahl offered a toothy grin. "Sure boss."

His smile, though monstrous, seemed heartfelt. Grounded at the sight of it, the Witch heaved a long sigh and made herself smile back. "Thank you, Snahl. Here is your next mission: check every tomb on this floor and make sure no one else is primed to awaken. A light on the panel will turn red when one or more coffins unseals, so all you need to do is glance at it. We don't want any more incidents like this to happen again."

"Yes Your Majesty!"

As they scampered off to perform their duties, she opened a channel on all comms.

"The reincarnations have awakened. Do not fight them. Let them pass."


A semblance of peace had fallen over the city as the last of the resistance was either killed or taken into captivity. And Melvin was not happy about it. Goblins kept trampling all over the captain's grass, and he knew, he knew, there would be hell to pay if it wasn't properly punished. He'd managed to scare(?) off the first wave of attackers, but by the second wave, he'd turned into a human carpet and got dogpiled by (he could have sworn was) the whole entire invasion force. They'd apparently decided he was worth something.

So there he was, all tied up and seated next to his midget friend, while hundreds of scary-looking goblin death-knights milled about picking through the debris.

"Quite the puckered pickle we're in, wouldn't you say, Mr. Midget?" he murmured to Chatak. "The damn things have probably flattened the captain's lawn by now. Man, he's gonna be so pissed. I can't decide whether to be worried for him or the goblins. What do you think?"
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