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Knighthood: Of Gods and Titans (season 2)

@lovely complex@Viciousmarrow@BeastofDestinyYou All Have An INCREDIBLE Time And We'll Be Waiting For You. 

I Myself Will Be Slow Over The Summer But I'llTry My Best To Keep Up.

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@texThanks, Appreciated. No Problem, I Was Busy Packing My Life In Boxes And Stuff Anyway So I Didn'tHave MuchTime To Write. But I'll Be GladTo Have Something To Do Soon.

@Letter Bee, Same As Above Plusvi Have The Bulgarian Easter To Celebrate So I'llBe Away For A Bit Longer But I'll Message You As Soon As I Can.

PS Sorry For The Caps, NY Phone Is Stupid.

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@Hatman1801Sorry To Hear That, I Hope You're Better Soon.

@tex I Don't Mind Waiting For A Couple Of Days For Things To Move On But I Hope We Get To Write Sometime In The Next Few Days.

Knighthood: Of Gods and Titans (season 2)

Last Dance

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Sirius Dylan

Day 3, Evening

“What do you mean I can’t go with her?!” Sirius was shouting at Raven, his voice barely reaching the man over the sounds of thunder and the raging battle. His hair was getting soaked now but thanks to his heritage that didn’t do anything to cool his anger. Charlotte had been let through the gate but he was told he should stay here and fight, for whatever reason. “I need to stay with her and protect her, alright?!”

“She’ll be safe in the Tower. We need you here.” The bride explained, not stopping for even a moment. Her speed and the lethal grace, the way her wedding dress blended in with the night itself, made her look like deadly apparition as she dashed back and forth to shove the less capable through the portal and back to safety. It would have been a sight to behold if he’d been able to think about anything but his date on the other side. “That is if they’re not launching a second attack there!” He hissed his frustration, barely able to keep up with the woman’s speed. He had the nagging desire to punch her in the face for not giving him the full attention but he probably wouldn’t be able to land a hit anyway. Distractedly Raven assured him that the Mistress of Sight and the aberrant bloods would be able to feel it if the Tower was under attack and moved onto the lower deck.

“Yeah, right, if they could feel anything other than their own lust and desire for blood.” Sirius vented his frustration to the wind and tossed his gaze around. By now the battle was in full swing and soon Raven re-emerged to join her husband’s side. Then the sky cracked and spit out a monstrous bulk of alien flesh and blood, the sight of which made Sirius grab the rail behind him and curse more than once. Suddenly the situation had become a matter of survival.

He was still uttering curses like a chant while his magic worked on forging him a weapon. The rail was already wet with the rain but of course, it had a waterproof finish on it to keep the wood from rotting away. By digging his now metal fingers deep in the rail, he managed to do just that by simply channelling the water through the pores of the wood with half a mind. Raven would probably be pissed about him damaging her ship but after their brief alteration it felt like a small get back. As his hand came away it was holding a big, long chunk of wood that would soon be forced to turn into something else entirely. Say, a big whacking scythe with a long and a mid-range blade and with edges on the wrong side so as to keep anyone from getting too close. It was a bastardised version of the weapon but had proven its worth in battle numerous times, especially when surrounded by an army. Which seemed to be the case.

He didn’t need to employ his divination to realise things weren’t getting any better anytime soon. The horde kept coming like a huge obnoxious wave and even Calder was getting serious. His hail sliced through any foe effortlessly, quickly coating the deck in blood but did little more than reassure the knights as they slipped over them like simple raindrops. Sirius always had to admire his brother’s control which was beyond his comprehension, especially when it came to mass-effect spells. As the first aberrations reached him, Sirius spun the scythe to keep whatever approached him at a distance, rather than trying to hunt them down like most knights around him did. For a moment he was even optimistic, things seemed to be going their way. Everyone seemed to be handling themselves just fine.

But of course, the first tide was always of the dispensable soldiers. And when the second one came, they were already armoured and trained. Instead of rushing in head-first, they now reached out with nasty horned tentacles, and didn’t seem to mind losing a few. Their skin seemed to be reinforced too, judging by the way they could withstand Calder’s hail and still keep going. Sirius was still holding his ground but it wasn’t his physical skills that he counted on the most. It was his secret. The abdominal implant that allowed him to glimpse into the future. And a quick look revealed a pretty worrisome sight. “More are coming, keep your guard up!” He shouted a warning to everyone who could hear him, his voice loud enough to cut through the whizzing of the scythe, the creaking of the ship and the sounds of battle all around.

Knighthood: Of Gods and Titans (season 2)

Last Dance

Akime

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Akime was pretty content in Lazarus’ arms, even if she could think of better ways they could be spending their time together. The appearance of the bride and groom on the dancing floor reminded her why she had to behave. They were both elegant and beautiful and deserved every ounce of happiness in this world and every shred of support she could give them. The love and warmth that was radiating from them was pure magic to her senses and unlike any other she had felt before. Well, it wasn’t entirely alien.

She was staring at the corner of his lip, the part that was quirked upwards, something making her too embarrassed to meet his eyes. Maybe it was the proximity of such a colossal love that dwarfed any other. Maybe it was the speed at which her own feelings were growing, as if by being close to him, Lazarus’ essence was intoxicating her own. Or perhaps it was just the mixture of vodka, gin and rum that made her feel like she was drifting over the floorboards rather than dancing on them. Either way, she couldn’t complain.

Not until that little smile on his lips dropped. Then some cacophony washed away the music and Akime’s senses compelled her to look up.

“Oh-hooooo~” A grin spilled over her lips as she saw the first intruders. “They even made sure we have entertainment after the dance!” She didn’t seem at all worried when she let go of Lazarus just to bend over and start to clumsily rip shreds of her bridesmaid’s dress to get to free her legs. But something was off. A slightly nauseating feeling.

Something else was going on. The people on the dance floor seemed to be dispersing. And the Masters and Mistresses were far louder than she’d like them to be, for some reason congregating on the deck behind her. She couldn’t make sense of it. Surely they realised that the hunt would be more fun if they scattered instead. Then Christian roared his voice no longer human and it made Akime cringe and frown with frustration. Her brain felt mushy and didn’t seem to like loud noises in its current state.

And then the world breaker shattered the skies and the impact of its essence against hers was that of a bullet-train colliding with a tree. It brought her to her knees with a yelp as the aura she had spread out over the whole Blackwing and beyond fractured – something that shouldn’t be possible. Something that only Urthar had been able to achieve before. Akime hissed in pain as she instinctively retracted her essence for the first time in a millennium and gripped her forehead to prevent it from exploding.

When she looked up at the beast, tears of pain smeared her face with dark graphite streaks and there was finally recognition in her eyes. “This is bad.” She whimpered, shakily getting to her feet. “Really bad…”

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Unless you want to do a timeskip or something, I'll have Onweer nap for a while so don't wait on me for the immediate future.

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Hahaha one more illegal thing she might be dabbling in. xD;

I'll have her have a small vial if you don't mind, just in case of emergency.

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@texAnd How Likely Is It That Onweer Has Any of That Potion?

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Xena Rock Field

_{Under the Lone Tree}

Onweer sighed deeply and clapped her hands loudly.

“That’s enough. We’ve established that there’s nothing we can do at the moment, so let’s stop speculating and concentrate on the present. The dead need to be searched. Food supplies, ammo, weapons and tools… Also, any scraps of paper, we might be able to find something out that way. ” She tested her legs by bending and extending one of them and realised it wouldn’t hold her weight just yet. She was more tired than she’d thought. Cursed snake! If it wasn’t for that, she wouldn’t have to be reminded that she was reduced to a cripple.

Her brow twitching she reached for another slice of jerky and unwrapped her scarf to its full size, draping it over herself to prevent a sunburn. “If you don’t mind, I think I need a little nap.” Hopefully that would do the trick. Hopefully she could fall asleep with all the banging and shouting coming from their broken vehicle. “Then I’ll come and help you make some makeshift graves for everyone…” Her voice trailed off and she closed her eyes.

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@tex@Hatman1801 Other than food, drink and sleep, is there any way of replenishing spent arcane energy? Or is it just a matter of time?

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