~Wine or Whine~

Lorian: Night finally came but at no point was it quiet..People were still outside fixing what was destroyed, men had been tirelessly dragging the corpses of both soldier and civilian out of the street and placed them on a pyre but inside the Keep was oddly serene, the walls were draped with gorgeous artwork of the Castellan household...Some depicting battles and others with the leaders with their families smiling quite happily. Torches illuminated the dark hallways as soldiers would stand guard..There was a sense of uneasy tension between..Well everyone..Upon getting to the large wooden door Elle would be let in as one of the soldiers opened it for her in which the room had been set up as if for a King..Whilst the oak table in the middle was moderate of size the cloth and cutelry in which were on were pure silver, engraved oddly enough with waves up the handle. Crimson cloth draped the table with sigils of both the Empire and House Castellan embroided up the sides in collums as the outside was a bright silver lacing..Chairs on opposite sides of the table had been placed, with a whole variety of food in the middle from chicken, turkey and oddly enough beef to steamed vegetables..Two empty wine glasses had been placed in the middle as the other most noteable thing was violin music being played from the belcony..Revealing Lorian. He was finally dressed in a fine black attire, overcoat and all washed..Not a single speck of dirt on his form.

Esylana: Elleinad was dressed in a fine gown, to be sure, and elegantly wrought jewelry of gold hung around her neck in the same of leafy vines - it complimented the jewelry set that was in her blonde hair. She was a truly ravishing sight, but...her face did not hold the same smile it had always held. There was no flirting, there was no smiles, there was no playful intrigue that said she owned the world and the world owed her for owning it. No, this night, she was almost as grim as everyone else. She approached the table, and stood at it, looking across at Lorian, not as Empress, but as a woman. She did not speak first, she would let him speak. After all, he had suffered some great losses on this day. A thought that didn't seem to settle well with her. Oh, her head was still held high, that inborn pride was not something you could hide. But she wasn't as arrogant tonight. The candlelight and music only seemed to soften her appearance all the more. "..."

Lorian: The music came to a halt as his sapphire orbs finally came across to her but he didn't speak just yet..Thinking of the words he wanted to say about this situation before finally his voice came out to be one of gentle nature* "You look beautiful...But I do owe you an apology, regardless of what i've discovered and my situation..You shouldn't have had the brunt of my rage..All I know is that there is more to Esylana and yourself then either of you are letting on..So tonight..Just this night..All I request..Is honesty..You may ask me anything and i'll answer without hesitation.." He shifted around the table as he'd then pull out one of the chairs, his left hand coming out to gesture for her to sit.

Esylana: She did sit, slowly, straight backed, and allowed herself to move in closer to the table. She settled, wine was poured, some food offered, and as this was all being done, Elleinad began rather simply, "I can't tell you how...sad I am that this came about this way. This was not the welcome I wanted you to come home to...the people of Valanice have mine, and the Empire's support. Any funds you need to rebuild, simply ask, and they will be granted without hesitation..." She paused to take a sip of the wine, her blue eyes lowered to the table, before she set the glass aside. "So you brought Esylana in...that is good, I was...getting worried...what has she told you, then, Lorian Castellan?"

Lorian: "I believe that you didn't want this situation to occur..But it has..My sacrifice is one that those loyal to me will remember..The offer is grateful and you'll find that i'll take in in due time but for the moment..Anthem will rebuild on it's own." He'd state as he took a gentle sip of the wine before adding "You're not of this world..Esylana informed me of alot..The fact you possesed her and people thought she was insane due to the constant struggle between you both, she's unaware of how you ended up here but according to her you're obsessed with power..That isn't all but it's a start..She also informed me that she found a prophecy but was manipulated into releasing a vortex that swallowed the gods, magic..Other..Things..So..She claims to have stopped the birth of something called..The Third son."

Esylana: "...The Third Child..." Elle sighed. It was a withering sigh. An -exhausting- sigh. Clearly, this was not something she had been wanting to hear. "...Yes, the Third Child...it is a ...a thing, that exists. Or would..." She slowly leans back in her chair, appraising Lorian for a long moment before coming to a conclusion, the resolve of it slowly moving through her beautiful face.

"Somewhere, in one of my journals, I have the prophesies written...I saved them...they were burned in my memory, for so long...I was born long before the woman you know, Esylana, in that world of Aegara and...I was a part of her ancestors, or rather, her guild's ancestors, the Naldareth. We were tasked to be...Guardians, if you will. It was...not all it was cracked up to be. Rules, and regiments. Layers and...hierarchy. We practiced our elemental prowess, and researched and studied, all to stay vigilant against the Third Child's coming. And the Second, as well..." She closes her eyes briefly, rubbing her temple before she continued. "One of the rare talents, something that was very hard to do, was practice of the Sight. Vision. To look across the Sands of Time and see the multiple paths. And as a youth, as young as I was, I Saw. No one believed me, but I Saw. I Saw how we would fail. How we would become -weak-. And fail our charge to Aegara. And so I tried to gather power. If one is strong, they can stand against the darkness."

She scowled darkly, laughing coldly. "I stretched too far, however, and my own soul fell into the staff I wielded. And when I woke, I was...in -her-. But...I couldn't have that happen. I needed to be free, and I still wanted to stop the Third. For I learned the Second came and nearly destroyed what we had worked to establish..." She trails off, a hard look in her blue eyes. There's hatred there. It's undeniable. There's a bitterness there. "I don't do things without a purpose, but I've found being weak, or gentle, or -kind-? That gets people killed...that gets WORLDS killed..."

Elleinad looked at Lorian then, standing slightly as she motioned to the hallway. "She set off a -volcano-. She destroyed countless lives, because she cared, all for the sake of "goodness". Lorian Castellan, you of all people should know that's not how the world functions." She points at herself, a fire in her eyes, the rage tangible. "I'm a monster, yes. But I'm not -wasteful-. I don't do things by -accident-. If the Third Child is still a threat, then I am still working to avert It's coming...-THAT- is why the magic isn't free, -THAT- is why I maintain this Empire, and -THAT-...is why I am here." She brought a hand to her mouth suddenly, to hide the tremble in her lip. She was angry, embarrassed. It's almost as if this was not information she'd wanted to readily share.

Lorian: His back straightened in his chair as he listened but no emotion or expression came over his face, he simply..Listened to her rant and at the end of it the man gave her what could be considered..A sympathetic look. His hand came down against the arms of his chair as she covered her mouth and Lorian instantly spoke "You're rather cute when you're embarrassed.." His fingers pressed through a chestnut lock that had covered his sapphire hues as he finally spoke, but his voice wasn't one of disbelief but simple and outright..Understanding. "You're single handedly the most brilliant woman i've ever had the pleasure of meeting..But..I understand.." He gazed into her own hues as he spoke "Became a monster to stop others from going that far..Went to lengths that no other would dare tread in order to protect everything you had established..Only to add that at such a young age you could see countless lives being torn away.."

A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head gently, wine being gulped down as he'd speak once more "Elle..You've come so far to stop so much but..I think I was aware of the burden you had placed on yourself all this time..Loyal..I think it's time you stopped walking a path like this alone and started walking it with those who'd not only understand you but listen to you..Esylana was wasteful..But the Third isn't something you have to fight on your own any longer.." He stated with a gentle cough "Something that threatens my world..Will be dealt with accordingly.." Lorian glanced around the place before softly speaking.

"We're being honest..So I'll be honest with you..When I came to you that day in Cyranos, regarding Esylana and we went to the Void Crystal..When my experiment failed I had noticed something akin to despair in you but you lit up like a clear night sky when I informed you that I knew where the leylines were located.." He looked directly at her again "I didn't obtain Esylana for her actions..I didn't obtain her for the Empire..I tore through a creature claiming to be the Father of All Vampires..Just so I could see a shred of happiness and satisfaction in your eyes.." He'd take another sip of the wine as he relaxed further in his chair "Satisfaction is something i've sought after..Ever since my mother passed..Power is something that I not only desire but..Crave..For it's the only way for me to bring about peace and order..Elle.." He stated softly, her name was delicate on the tongue "Elle..You need listen to what I have to say..It's time for change..The Empire you have is breaking apart..It needs to change..But the most important thing here? Is that you understand that you no longer require to fight this on your own.."

Esylana: Elleinad slowly sank into the chair again, as if talking about it all had worn her out, but in spite of that weariness, she still sat tall. She sipped at her wine again, before slowly nodding. "...It's why I asked you to help me..." She silently stared at the table. "I see now that this Empire is crumbling...I need...more strength, than what I have...the man we call 'Emperor'...isn't cutting it." She sighed, closing her eyes. "There most certainly needs to be a change...but I can't instigate that change until things are realigned...until the Order is reestablished..." She looked at Lorian, a softer look on her face. "If you have Esylana, and if you truly want to help me, and this Empire...then finish it...I have Elementium shackles she'll need to wear, that will seal the power so it doesn't run free for anyone to access...they will turn the new Master Crystal into a sealed vessel that only those who attune to it will have access, much like our Void Crystal...you'll have to re-attune to it, as will I. So would the Emperor...if we let him..." She trails off, the darker meaning of her words becoming clearer.

Lorian: "No." Lorian stated in a rather abrupt tone "This isn't a matter of re-establishing an order..If you attempt to do anything of the sorts, you won't have an Empire left.." He stated as a tone of factuality before leaning back in his seat "Where are these shackles?" He'd ask softly still staring at her "If you desire to have this done..Then we do it..My way.."

Esylana: "I have them in Cyranos...they cannot be put on her until we are ready to finish the ritual...she would finish the leylines, and then have to go to the center of Rembrant. The Hall of Kings. Where all the leylines intersect. That is where the ritual would be most stable, and the chance for a successful Master Crystal, complete..." She pursed her lips, looking at him. It was a look that was hard to read. Her vulnerability was gone. She extended a hand to him. "Do it your way, then...but I will hold the shackles. When you are ready to make the Master Crystal, I will meet you at the Hall of Kings and we will finish it together..."

Lorian: Lorian kept a blank stare at her as he simply responded "Change the Empire first...Then we do it.." The man brought the liquid to his lips once again.

Esylana: "...I'll consider it." She said. It wasn't...cold. It wasn't enthusiastic. It wasn't...as if she were saying it placatingly. She was simply saying it. And after a moment, she finally rose. Dinner was done. "I will be in Cyranos if you need me." And before he would have a chance to respond, she had swept out of the room. And he would find that she was leaving that night. She would not stay in Valanice.

~~~

I've tried to live my life by a few simple rules...

* You don't waste your resources.

* Anything can be a resource, you simply have to put it to good use.

* And when a man asks you to dinner, you don't give him everything.

I might have messed up on that last one tonight. As I sit here, far from mortal or animal, staring out at those distant stars, I can't help but think that I should've destroyed him, finished razing that city, and taken her then and there.

But as I told him, I -am- a monster. I know I am, and it's too late to go back now. I accepted that a long time ago when I tried to bring the Naldareth to their knees. But my Vision was sprawling and terrifying. It didn't just destroy Aegara, the Third Child would devour -all- the realms. If it comes to be, as it surely must, in another realm, it is only a matter of time before it comes here. Sniffing for the power, hungry for the magic, for life, for death, for the Ouroboros. Eternity indeed.

I didn't -ask- to be a villain. No one does, do they? But at least I'm not a moron who stumbles into her disasters on accident. I don't hate Esylana for what she stands for. I hated her at first because I didn't have a body, and I was fighting her for control. But now? That doesn't matter. I hate her because she doesn't understand what she's doing. Magic is restricted to the few, because if too many have it, then it attracts unwanted attention.

You'd think Esylana would've learned that by now - especially after the...Globe of Balance, it was called? Was shattered. It alerted far darker beings than the Kerrithrim to the people of Aegara. I'm not stupid, she had a hand in it all. She's -wasteful-. And I hate waste.

I'm taking those shackles when I get back, and I am putting them where no one will find them. When it is time, I will ensure her "sacrifice" is not wasted.

~Klaxivus Thayde~

Rheksas: Anthem was a scene out of a nightmare. The streets were lined with bodies – men, women, children; soldiers and civilians alike. Fires had spread among homes and businesses, bathing the city in a soft amber glow as the afternoon slowly gave way to dusk. And at the head of it all was a smiling Rheksas, alongside his wife and their dog. Artor he had sent away with the elves earlier to ascertain just what was going on and rescue who they could. But it seemed like there had been some kind of rebellion, as that would explain the masses of smallfolk overtaking the local militia and city guard. “Well, not so much overtaking as taking by surprise,” said Rheksas, to no one in particular. Still, he ushered Asmara into the fighting, taking great pains to avoid conflict. “Boye,” he called, the collie’s ears perking at the sound of his name. “Protect mama,” he commanded, and the dog implicitly understood. Together, they would get to the bottom of this, and their first clue as to where to go came to Asmara and Asmara alone. She could see an oily black smoke on the horizon, emanating from somewhere deeper in the city. Everyone else seemed explicitly oblivious to it. In the meantime, Lorian’s keep was swarming with an unruly mob of shoddily equipped footmen, gathered from the common folk and the unlanded; an agitated riot slamming headlong into the gates. They had no chance by themselves to see the barrier undone, but it was by some unseen force that the portal bent inward, creaking loudly into an opening large enough to support two men standing abreast. The mob attacked anyone they saw, relying on numbers and fury as opposed to skill. There was scarcely any discipline to it, but that blatant disorder made it all the more intimidating.

Asmara: Asmara doesn’t really understand how they came to be in a middle of what appeared to be a war of some sort, or at least a battle bigger than your average fight. She could only think now how to get through this with her husband and their dog, Boye. She had been scanning the bodies when Rheksas made a comment on the overall stance of the battle and telling Boye to protect her. She turned to face her husband and start to ask questions that most likely couldn’t be answered when she looked up and passed his head. She had seen something... strange. It was an abnormal black smoke of some sort that she could see in the distance, further into the city. She lightly grabbed hold of Rheksas’s hand and pointed behind him at the strange substance, telling him to look in a panicked tone. Her panic only risen when he apparently couldn’t see what she was seeing. She tried to explain what she was seeing the best she could to him, but he still couldn’t see it.

Lorian: Lorian had expected his home to be as peaceful and prosperous as always, men,women and children would usually greet him with smiles plastered along their faces and a form of frattitude was usually shown by the populace that wasn't Human..No..Lorian had come home to what could only be described as his worst nightmare...When he first noted the flames from afar for the first time in a long time he didn't feel like he was in control, his stomach sinking into the void as he felt sick and off but was keeping a strong look on infront of Esylana and Hildria..The soft voice of Lorian was laced with just absolute despair, clear to anyone "St..Cough "Stay close to me." Going through it was worse..Corpses lined his streets, flames were consuming his buisnesses..But the most important thing? It was -his- people that were dead..No matter how he looked upon this, it was his..Not the enemy..The Crimson Order had noticed Lorian and defended the group to the Keep but for once even them men were concerned for their lord as he wasn't capable of speaking for a few minutes..Sapphire orbs dropped upon those that were left with him and he'd pat himself down, puffing his chest out as he'd bark orders with nothing but determination yet it was ice cold. "To the gates now!..I want the remaining soldiers to form a shield wall, spears at the front!" "Yes my Lord!" Men began to frantically form a shield wall before he'd state "Crescent formation!" The men began to shape like a crescent around the gatehouse to catch them in a rather brutal slaughter which would hopefully pile up enough bodies to act as a blockade. "Bowmen..Concentrate fire on the horde, not a single person gets past!" He had placed some soldiers to watch over Esylana and Hildria but Lorian? He was fighting alongside his men

Hildria: -Hildria saw the flames and heard the fimililar sounds of battle. It got her blood pumping as her heart beat faster. Although she hadn't suspected that it would be at the place they were going to get help from. She held Esylana close as she held her head high. Though the sight of bodies of innocent people didn't settle with her. They were families that had not even a sword or armor to protect them. The smell of blood was so potent, but Hildria remained calm. Men that seemed to known and protect the man Lorian surrounded them in defense. It was a good idea considering that Hildria couldn't fight at the moment. Her hands were full and that's how they would stay until they were completely safe inside the manor. As they approtched the gates, she waited and looked down to Esylana's face. She knew this would probably take a tole on the poor female even more than the pain she was in.-

Esylana: Am I going to be nothing but a burden? It was all Esylana could think as she stared out at...this...this was terrible. She'd seen bodies before, but to see the fallen innocents left her eyes stinging with more than smoke and the stench of death. But what was worse was she was -still- incapacitated. She was not just worthless here, she was -beyond- that point as she couldn't even fend for herself. But the talks with Lorian on the way back, the memories she'd relived, she had to wonder - could she channel one of the completed elements she was now branded with? She briefly considered trying it, but seized up - a brief unannounced panic catching her off-guard. A panic that left her reeling with the gods-be-damned migraines. She reached for the last purple leaf, wrinkled and slightly dried, but still very viable, and bit into it, swallowing it with determination.

Rheksas: The mob pressed into the keep but were mowed down in a hail of arrows. Still, their numbers were great enough that they could close the distance before the bowmen truly gained the upper hand. It looked like a melee was inevitable, but that was when a voice called out “Enough!” calm but commanding. A man stepped out from among the bodies to address the defenders. He struck them as quite regal dressed in his white chiton cinched over a black breastplate, a flanged mace bobbing at his belt with each careful step. Many comparisons could be drawn between himself and Rheksas, and in knowing that, Lorian could easily discern his identity. He stood a man of average height, but looked taller due to his lanky build. Pale but not quite so sickly or gaunt, he had a strong lantern jaw and his ears were pinned neatly against his head. His hair was a series of blonde braids arranged in oiled waves slicked off to the side, his eyes the familiar silver of the Zolerai. “Must you shed more blood before your hunger for death be sated?” he said to the crowd, opening his arms as if to embrace the lot of them. There was no fear in his stance, even though he might be shot at any moment. Rheksas was too far away to hear him, but he sensed it. “What’s this now? I see no black cloud, Asmara. But I feel… something. Something familiar,” he complained, tarrying off in the distance long enough for the Sword of Grudges to stir. He unsheathed the blade as they walked and looked to its inscriptions, noting a white torch bearing a name he didn’t recognize. “Joo?” he said to himself. “Joo-blecks? Joo-bi-lecks?” he repeated, saying it several times that he might gain a taste for it. “Who the fucks is that?” muttered a confused Rheksas.

Asmara: Asmara couldn’t take her eyes off of the strange smoke till Rheksas drew the Sword of Grudges and inspected an inscription that appeared to glow. She was confused by the name he spoke but she couldn’t be too curious of it while her curiosity was already consumed by the smoke. She had a bad feeling about it but she was starting to think that the smoke had something to do with it. She took Rheksas’s hand and started leading him in the general direction of the smoke, all the while trying to avoid conflict. “How can you not see this Rheksas? It is so strange and eye catching.. though I suppose nobody else here would pay attention to such an oddity, being caught in a battle such as this..”

Lorian: Arrows sunk into flesh and shredded clothing as they came down upon the mob, mowing them down as best they could but quantity over quality was the main aspect of this battle..One in which Lorian knew all too well that utilising his magic would be advantageous but also dangerous, he braced himself with his men before a voice echoed out and someone appeared throughout the corpses..He carried himself like a prophet as he adressed his men but a sense of familarity brought across a name, one in which he uttered softly to himself "Thayde.." He rose his fist to have the men hold their position..Lorian despite the situation he was in carried himself with a prideful stride, chestnut locks moving softly as his voice carried one of a man who was holding himself back. "I'm under the impression that you're Thayde, instigator of the Rebellion of Anthem?" He didn't leave room for him to confirm or deny this factor. "Don't speak as if you're concerned for the lives being chucked away.." He looked upon the people of the Rebellion for a moment as he commanded out "Cease hostilities...Infront of all around you..I..Lord Lorian Castellan, ruler of Valanice hereby challenge you to a duel..Victor takes all..That way no more die.." The obsidian longsword was pointed toward Thayde as a vengeful glare was sent his way

Hildria: -Hildria could see the sadness and stress in Esylana's face though there wasn't much the mortal could do at the moment. She soon raised her head as she heard the voice of Lorian speaking to someone outside the wall of men. She moved around until she could see the two men facing each other. Who was this now? Someone who had started this chaos for these innocent people? Hildria could only glare as she adjusted her grip on Esylana's body. Would they really have to wait for this duel to be over until Esylana could be treated? This brought a deep sigh out of her as she noticed Esylana take her last purple leaf. Hopefully by the Gods will it would last her for a long while until this duel was over.-

Esylana: She winced as Hildria adjusted her grip, but Esylana's attention was fully on what was unfolding before her now. Who was this? She felt...like she should know, but for the life of her, she simply couldn't remember. She watched quietly, the thoughts of trying to channel an element still lingering in the back of her mind. But that sort of move wouldn't be subtle. If it was successful, Hildria would know it. Lorian would likely notice it as well, as the awakening of that kind of power was never a silent event. And the man whom Lorian had just challenged to a duel would also know it. So many lost souls...because of this man? In spite of the leaf, she still felt nauseous.

Rheksas: “How wretched,” scoffed the prophet, his face scrunching into a sneer. A man stepped to side with him, and Lorian would recognize him as one of the men who attacked them that day on the road. He’d gotten away after the altercation, but seemed to be back for more. “Don’t you bully the Father, you high-nosed scoundrel! I saw you murder Hob like you plan to murder the rest of us!” Thayde, as Lorian had correctly identified him, waved the man gently away, muttering quiet reassurances. “I will not accept your duel… Lorian,” he answered, refusing to use his title, as if the very thing ought be stripped of any man who placed himself above others. “You are too small for me to notice. Too small under the eyes of the gods. Small in mind, small in character; that you hired my countryman to be your personal butcher is testament to his smallness. How is good Varokyte these days? I imagine you have had much fun with one of Glachya’s own ‘terror knights’.” The term was used with absolute disdain, as if uttering those two words together left a bad taste in his mouth. Said terror knight was combing the streets in search of this Jubilex, or at the very least this black smoke Asmara insisted was looming over the city. Few people seemed interested in bothering them so far, content instead to engage in their personal fights. “Let’s take some secluded streets and alleyways if we can,” advised Rheksas. “It’s a shame we don’t know this city much. Otherwise, we’d have an easier time of this. What is this you’re seeing, though? I feel something but I don’t understand it.”

Asmara: Asmara continued to lead Rheksas through the streets, taking the secluded roads as best they could. She kept her eyes upward on the dark mysterious substance. “I’m not quite sure what I’m seeing exactly.. it’s a strange cloud like structure that is like an... oil. An oily black..” She stumbles over her words slightly due to her own confusion, but she tried to describe it as best she could. Boye followed them closely, giving warning growls out to anyone who stumbled close enough to make him feel uncomfortable. They hurried along the streets, Asmara gripping onto her husband’s hand tightly, growing uneasy even further.

Lorian: Lorian glanced at the man but much like the Prophet who didn't seem interested in him neither did the Lord. Small?..A nerve was struck as Lorian took a step toward Thayde with calm expression being plastered along his face. "Interesting..Please do continue Thayde..I find the delusional rather intruiging..For a man placing the lives of those he barely knows on the line, you're quite keen to keep yourself away from such danger." Stated with a loud voice to begin a process of doubt and demorilisation of the Rebellion. "It's also impressive..How you speak of the omnipotent creatures that I find repetitive and boring..With such pride." Lorian ended it with Thayde speaking only several words "Fear is common when crossing paths with me Thayde..Embrace it." His attention shifting to the people as he turned his back on the Prophet, a glance being given to Esylana's direction as he stabbed the obsidian blade into the ground. "No more..I will not tolerate -my- people tearing eachother apart like mindless cattle for you are all far more than that..I gave those that weren't capable of making a living, work..I sheltered those that didn't have anywhere else to go..But my biggest dissapointment? I..Went as far as to defy the very Empire in order to assure that those that weren't Human were still given as much chance and freedom as those that are.." The man was looking down upon them as he'd softly speak with a tone of both commanding nature yet..Sorrowful "Those of you that place down your arms will be pardoned..Those of you that insist on fighting..Will be killed..Don't make me regret my decision.."

Hildria: -So was this the man that they were talking about on the road? It had to be, he almost reminded her of Rheksas wherever is. . Bull headedness was. Refusing a duel? This new man was pathetic in his stance against Lorian. She shifted around as she watched the people around them stare and contemplate the offer of Lorian. Hildria yawned, this was taking more time then they needed. Esylana needed care and she needed it now, but Hildria wasn't one to barge into someone else's home and demand help. So she stood, watched, pondered and even glanced down at the woman in her arms. It was obvious she wasn't very patient.-

Esylana: Esylana was, for lack of a better term, enraptured. She was watching the charisma being thrown about, and more importantly, the words Lorian were speaking were ringing with truth - truth she'd see flicker ever-so-briefly in the gathered mob, filling her with hope. Perhaps they'd listen...perhaps Lorian would actually manage to turn the Tide here. She could only hope though as she watched with bated breath, almost leaning out of Hildria's arms.

Rheksas: Thayde listened quietly and patiently, say nothing even if he himself were interrupted. He would let Lorian have his say, and seemed rather unperturbed to find his followers suddenly doubting him – all of them, in fact. Discontented murmurs erupted across the mob, as they began to grow worried after their own lives. Would Lorian truly see them slain if they continued? Did they have an actual chance at enacting the change they wanted, even with Father Thayde at the helm? Who would have to die to see this done? That fear of death spread: surely, none of them wished for it. Klaxivus Thayde merely smiled at the lord of Valanice. It was a piteous smile that said more than words ever could. It implied the priest was more amused than distraught. That Lorian was trying his hardest and it was cute but ultimately futile. Lorian would immediately recognize what that smile was for. “You have killed them already. You just don’t know it yet. Anthem is done. A pity Valanice doesn’t have its own Mt. Hecate to swallow it in ash. I’m sure your empress will be happy to do that in its stead.” Rheksas and Asmara came in on the tail end of this conversation, approaching the mob from behind. He couldn’t yet see Thayde but Asmara noticed how that slick of smoke was rising from within it, past the gates and into the keep courtyard. “Someone’s having a little get-together,” remarked Rheksas, the gathering drawing his interest. “But where’s the killing? They’re just standing.”

Asmara: Asmara stayed behind Rheksas, Boye by her side. When they approached the mob she had felt a change and not necessarily for the better. She didn’t know who these men were but she didn’t like the feeling she got from the one man’s presence. Plus the smoke coming from the inner courtyard still confused and scared her. Especially since no one else seemed to see it, or at least pay it any mind. She reached up a hand and tightened her kerchief around her head convulsing her horns and kept her eyes downcast, mostly staying locked onto Boye or Rheksas’s feet.

Lorian: He noticed the murmur as a genuine look of desperation was plastered on his face "You've got my word..I promise..We can rebuild..But not just rebuild..Change..I'm not the perfect leader, i'm humble enough to know that..I've acted out with ruthless agression..This is true..But i've only done it..For my people..Don't just follow me..Stand by me..People of Valanice..Every man, woman and child deserves it..I'm here..Asking you..Please..Don't let anymore die." He stated with a soft gulp going down his throat, this was his home..People..Men and women he'd die to protect but then he noticed Thayde smiling..Something was off as a chill crept down his spine as he softly replied "What does the Empress have to do with this Thayde?" He was intruiged as his voice lashed out like a spear but his attention returned to his people right now..He had to make a choice shaking that out of his head regardless if he replied he'd state with a thoughtful tone "If the information you give me is valuble and sufficient..I'll let you leave here..Alive.."

Hildria: -Seeing and hearing the people contemplate Lorian's words, Hildria almost had hope that they would side with him. Anything to get this to cease for the moment. A Esylana leaned almost out of her arms, Hildria had to readjust before she dropped the poor woman.- "Be still while in my arms or you may end up with your face on the ground." -She mumbled to herself mostly, though Esylana could probably hear her.-

Esylana: Esylana watched the exchange, wincing slightly at the mention of Mt. Hecate - even after her talk with the Oracle, it was still a rather sore spot and her mind went back to the poor people on the road who had briefly intercepted them. Everything was interconnected, it was something she'd always felt her whole life, but to sit here and watch it unfold, the miracle of twisting threads was all but lost on her. Lorian seemed intent on learning how the Empress would be involved, but...had she really hired Thayde to do this for her? She had her doubts, but then she suddenly readjusted her weight. Hildria's soft, but somewhat sharp words reaching her as she leaned back into Hildria so she wouldn't, in fact, go face planting into the ground.

Rheksas: The black wind began to blow, falling upon the populace in a powerful gale. Two of the Cursed Generation drew close to one another. “As I live and breathe,” Rheksas called out, having waded through the mob to bring himself within view of Thayde. Asmara could see it then: a formless, black vapor wafting from the cleric like a poisonous halo. She observed it was not totally dark, but speckled with yellow-green eyes blinking in and out of existence, a swirling nebula of dread limning his features. “I know only the empress is just as death-hungry as you, Lorian. I know she will do anything to preserve her power, even if it means flattening a country out of jealousy. But that’s hardly important now – these things you will learn in time. Your butcher is here.” He afforded Rheksas a momentarily glance, his attention remaining almost fully on the Lord of Valanice. “How much do you know about our mutual friend, Lorian?” It was a leading question.

Asmara: Asmara’s eyes widened as she saw more shapes within the smoke. She couldn’t comprehend what this thing was exactly, but she knew it wasn’t good at all. She hesitantly followed behind Rheksas as he made his way through the crowd, Boye got on her heels and guarding her naturally. Her eyes stayed trained on the strange thing in the courtyard, but she glanced at the man called Thayde, having a bad feeling about him. She inches slightly closer to her husband but gave him enough room Incase a fight was to insue.

Lorian: "The Empress won't touch the people of this nation..That's outright fact." Lorian couldn't help but take his words to heart as he was very much aware of Elle's..Obsession with power, afterall it was the only person he had met that would rival his own thirst for power. Rheksas had appeared from the mob but his first thoughts weren't the ones Thayde had weaved but simply..Which one of them was his wife? It was clear the Lord was surveying the area for anyone that stood out for a moment before he'd reply to Thayde with a blunt tone "Enough to trust him..Anything else he may disclose to me in his own time Thayde, unless you wish to also attempt to turn him against me? In which case if his blade rises..I won't be the one to stop him." Although he wasn't fully invested in the conversation as of the moment, keeping an eye on the people

Hildria: -Esylana moved back into her arms as she let another sigh escape. She soon turned her attention back to the crowd and Lorian, but the sight of the mob moving a side caught her attention. She even moved over to see that Rheksas had join them once again. Something felt odd in the air though she couldn't pin point it. Her chains rattled as she moved around, impatient and ready to move on.-

Esylana: The black winds...something about it...something darkly familiar about it left Esylana holding her breath. Her mind was whirling in private of her own memories, but something was -very- off here, and as Rheksas and Thayde came closer together, she also got closer. To Hildria. She was trying to withdraw, as much as she could, even as Hildria took them closer. She didn't just feel useless, she felt vulnerable, and she didn't like it.

Rheksas: The empress wouldn’t touch them? Now that they couldn’t believe. Thayde had told them all about her cruelty, and in that moment the mob was more inclined to believe him. The bloodshed so far already spoke to the empire’s brush with lunacy, as all of Anthem was inundated in its own personal pandemonium. The black wind howled as Rheksas told Asmara to stay and then tried politely to muscle his way through the crowd. And everyone knew Rheksas did nothing politely – even people who were only just seeing him for the first time. They knew it implicitly, as if it were an indelible law of the universe. The mob grew agitated. “So long as you shelter this Esylana, she will be your enemy. As for your Nobody, I must say you’ve done a good job recruiting the most prolific killer I’ve ever known,” said Thayde. This ‘nobody’ must be referring to Rheksas somehow. Rheksas, who currently was in no position to defend against this slander; the poor guy was still trying to shoulder through to the priest.

Asmara: Asmara stayed behind when indicated to do so, shifting her way off to the side in the back, to stay slightly hidden. Boye stayed in front of her the whole time, scanning the area keeping an eye on everyone. Asmara herself watched the interaction between Thayde and the people, though she felt a frown grace her lips when he spoke of someone she assumed to be Rheksas. She did not care for anyone who spoke ill of him, even if there are things he’s done or do that would warrant people to do so. She still didn’t like it, and she wasn’t going to.

Lorian: "My people come first..If the Empress attempts to act on baser instinct then she'll find herself crossing paths with me." He'd state pridefully as he looked to the people who still stood speaking out in a softer tone "You're all tired..Injured..Put down any weapon you have and we'll begin getting this city back to how it should be..Prosperous..I assure you that Valanice is powerful enough to stand on it's own two feet against the Empire but she isn't aware of this rebellion, thus you have nothing to fear..Winter is upon us and the weather will hit us soon..I'd like you to drop your weapons, so I can have my men begin feeding and estabilishing some temporary homes..The women and children have priority in this matter thus the Keep will also be open." He'd then return his gaze back to Thayde "You've got something to state Thayde..State it..I'm all ears but make it quick."

Hildria: -Hildria noticed how Esylana retreated into her chest, frightened it seemed or maybe she just felt vulnerable. She cleared her throat and with a somewhat loud tone she began to speak to Lorian.- "Please if we must take longer to chit-chat, may the two of us go inside for the time being?" -She was impatient and it was showing very much now. She didn't know if they heard her, but she didn't want to break the wall of men that stoof in front of them. Getting inside would maybe ease Esylana and maybe even get her more comfortable.-

Esylana: It was then that they would all hear it. A strange chant-like sound rising over the sounds of fighting and destruction, as if a slow advancement of death were coming closer, and closer - for Lorian, he would recognize the sound, the rhythmic war-chants of the 13th as they marched in to help. The end the rebellion. And flying upon the horizon, on a shining white winged steed was none other than Elleinad herself. Below, the people would see her sweeping in, directing with a drawn sword her troops. But whether they would be relieved or upset, it was unclear. All that was clear was...this was going to end, here and now.

Rheksas: “You are a fool to trust in Varokyte the Bloody. He is the Woebringer, the Betrayer, and has personally killed every man he has ever served under. But I will give you back your city, Lorian. Either he or the Empress will take it from you eventually.” That being said, he turned to address the crowd. “We are done here. I lead my congregation from Valanice and onto the next part in my pilgrimage. Those who wish to join me are free to do so. Otherwise, your lives are your own.” It was not known to any but Asmara then, but he was not finished with Anthem. That terrible presence looming over him dispersed from his person and flew into the sky, shooting off in some random direction, but still located within the city. The black wind harried them still as Rheksas and Klaxivus Thayde met eyes. The Sword of Grudges grew still. “Why shouldn’t I kill you here, Koss?” he cracked an ugly smile at the priest, who only flicked a wrist towards Lorian and the many soldiers protecting his keep. “Dog of Glachya, how typical of you to thirst for blood when your liege has bought you peace. If you so hunger, there are more upstarts yet within Anthem. Prey upon them if you needs must be met.” Rheksas thought hard on this, ultimately deciding to let Thayde pass without incident. There would be plenty of time later for them to get better… re-acquainted. He heard the chant, same as everyone else, and thus approached Lorian, sword drawn but friendly. “You hear it,” he stated. “I will fight for you if you will it. Do we resist?”

Asmara: Asmara’s eyes widened as the words against her husband were spoken and she felt anger boil through her. But she swallowed her words and only made her way into the mob, Boye dutifully following behind her. She ducked and wormed her way through the throng of people till she made it to the front and took her place besides Rheksas.The strange oddity that was looming over Thayde did not go unnoticed by her, but she couldn’t understand it so when she would get the chance she would address it with Rheksas. She didn’t like the look of things.

Lorian: Lorian kept his gaze on Thayde as he spoke and there was something about those words which caused the Castellan to give Rheksas a rather cautious look as he'd reply simply with "Your words are noted.." As he was leaving he'd then speak up once again "Thayde..When did you begin your attack on Anthem?" He asked this once he heard the chattering, to make matters worse he noticed alot of people starting to follow Thayde out of here and a rather cold glare was given to each and every one of them..Whispers came to his ear, a simple one.. "Mindless..Sheep.." Soft glance was offered over his shoulder as Rheksas finally made his way over. "My men require to assist the rest of Anthem..Varokyte..I'm fond of that name..Why you changed it can be spoken about another time..Take your wife, Esylana and Hildria into the keep and stay in there..The only person that will walk through that door will be me, anyone else..Make an example of them." Lorian stated in a ice cold tone as watching his people abandon him had only added to the ruthless nature..He'd turn around to three of his men. "You three escort the two to my room, bring healing supplies. Nobody goes in that room.." They'd look confused for a second before dipping their heads as he waited paitently in that exact same spot for the Empress herself to appear..

Hildria: -Hildria heard the clanking of metal, were they on their side or another? Hildria didn't know and didn't care at the moment as she followed the three men that Lorian had told to escort them inside. Finally they were moving and it was helping with the cramps in her legs. She admired the inside, she had never truely been in a mortal manor before. Then again there was the place in the caverns. She tried not to jostle Esylana as they headed upstairs and soon they were in a room with a large bed. Laying Esylana down gently she stood and stretched, moving her arms around.- "Finally. ." -She mumbled a bit taking her axe off and leaning it against the wall before sat down at the end of the bed and glanced over to Esylana.- "At least we'll get you fixed now." -She could only wait for the people or at least supplies now. It was more calm in here and hopefully Esylana felt better being away from that man.-

Esylana: It was a brief moment, with the Empress hovering over head. She seemed to be surveying everything below, a slow shake of her head - it really was a shame. Remorse and worry was on her face as she brought her steed soaring down in gentle circles. It would be a miracle that no arrows were shot at her, but then the steed landed softly before Lorian Castellan, and she dismounted with ease and grace, her skirts seeming to obey her movements without getting tangled at all. She sheathed her sword and approached Lorian before the dispersing crowd, her voice rising. "Lorian Castellan, thank heavens you are back. I had heard rumors from my spies that there was rising dissention in your absence and when I came, finally, to see for myself..." She paused, a grim, and crestfallen look on her beautiful face. Her heart was going out to the people who were suffering, even as the sounds of the 13th could still be heard "dealing" with things in the distance. --- Meanwhile, Esylana sighed. Whether from relief or regret, it would be impossible to tell as she looked over at Hildria. It was good to be on a soft bed again, but...she was anxious. A prisoner was still a prisoner, whether in a room or a cell. "Yes...it will be good to be useful again..." she whispered, looking down at her branded wrists.

Rheksas: Thayde cackled over his shoulder at Lorian’s question, saying plainly “I attacked no one.” With that, he left with his congregation. Rheksas spat. “It’s just like him to answer that way. I imagine you have questions. Come find me later for answers.” Having said what he wanted, Rheksas ushered Asmara and their dog into the keep, grateful for its protective walls. He quickly caught up with Hildria and Esylana, letting them talk for a little before introducing Asmara. “You ladies met my wife, Asmara?” he presented her in all her elf-eared, horn-headed glory, then motioned towards the collie at his feet. “This is my dog, Boye. He’s magic.” He didn’t mention how good it was to see them again, but something about his tone implied as much.

Asmara: Asmara looked all around her as she was ushered in by her husband. She tried to shy away but Rheksas was having none of that, expecially when he introduced her. She squeaked out in surprise when he had tugged the kerchief from her head, showing the small curved horns that sprouted from atop. She blushed sheepishly but tried to hide how nervous she was, glancing off to the side away from their eyes. “Hello.. It’s nice to meet you, I am Asmara..”

Esylana: "Lorian...I need your help," came the unexpected response as he turned away from her. --- Hildria had been rubbing her forehead, and finally Esylana could only smile sadly as the winged woman left, going to rest. Now that they were safe, she knew Esylana would get the rest she needed, and Esylana was confident she wouldn't go far - she'd be there if Esylana called out to her. Then Rheksas came in with Asmara, and a simply beautiful dog, and as he introduced them, Esylana, in spite of her discomfort, couldn't help but smile in response. "It's a pleasure to meet you..." she nodded, noting how the young elf was nervous. She hadn't seen an elf like her before, but that didn't stop Esylana from trying to sit up more. "Asmara, was it? It's a beautiful name...and Boye, a fitting name for a magical dog." She didn't argue with him over its veracity, she only accepted it. At that moment, she did not feel like making any debates or arguments, what so ever.

Rheksas: He let them all get comfortable for a moment, not wanting to sour the friendly mood he’d fostered with the unpleasant conversation to follow. "Asmara, go ahead and help out in the castle. Ask to do whatever they'd like. I need to have a talk with my friends." Once everyone had gotten over how pretty Asmara was and how adorable Boye was, Rheksas broached the subject: “So are you still willing to go through with this pilgrimage, Esylana? You’ve been banged up pretty bad, and we’ve seen some terrible things. It only gets worse from here.”

Lorian: He halted keeping in place as his form shifted and twisted as his hues fell upon the Empress, but they were simply a doorway to the war of fire and ice..Sorrow and rage as like they mixed into a vortex, Lorian began a gentle yet prideful walk..Slow..Each step only carrying the man that was as unpredictable as he was feeling, he leant into her before speaking in a tone that could only be described as a blade made of frost "The ungrateful inhabitants of my home have just left me..My left hand is wounded and has been for three weeks..I've got evidence that is as solid as Anthems walls that you're not from this world and thus you've been running a regime of hypocricy and thus I was proven correct that your unhealthy obsession with Esylana is far more than you let on..That..Is only the surface of what i've discovered after completing this impossible task that an entire garrison in Chardesh couldn't achieve.." He brought his head back as his chestnut locks followed "So..Convince me.." He'd state before turning on his feet once more, heading toward his keep "Over wine tonight..Until then you're welcome in most parts of the Keep.."

Esylana: Esylana was quiet a long moment as she stared at her branded wrists, before slowly nodding. "...Now more than ever...the lives sacrificed here...how could I let them go to waste?..." She looked up at Rheksas, frowning. "This is my fault, isn't it? Maybe not directly, but...this was...a trickling effect...what started like a simple idea...it's..." She trailed off, uncertainty in her eyes. "Am I wrong? I thought I was certain before, but now..." It wasn't her personal injuries. It wasn't the pain. She'd do it alone, honestly. But that hadn't worked out, and now this? Thayde, those people...She looked grim. "...Sometimes...you...have to...to break some eggs...to make omelettes," she stated, but it wasn't as if she'd thought of the words herself, but rather, she was reciting them, repeating them - trying to convince herself.

Rheksas: Rheksas shrugged as though none of that mattered.“Right and wrong are what you make of them. I can’t decide for you what’s right, and you should never let someone else make that call on your behalf. You go with what you feel. In your heart and in your gut,” he explained, making a surprisingly thoughtful statement. Especially given Rheksas wasn’t prone to complicated, existential thought.

~And It Begins...~

Esylana: Lt. Jones. It had a nice ring to it. And given it was a recent promotion, the young man was feeling quite proud of himself as he marched down one of Anthem's side streets, taking a stroll and mildly patrolling. There wasn't really all that much he felt he had to worry about. After all, this was Anthem city, pride and joy of the northern shores of Valanice. And Lorian Castellan had done a fine job of providing for his people here. Everyone had shelter, food in their bellies, a job. Sure, he'd heard in the recent weeks rumors of dissention, but. Rumors would be rumors - someone had to keep a good story and gossip handy for the slow summer days. ...But, as the Lt. would find out soon enough...rumors have to come from somewhere. And this is not -his- story. --- Standing on a hill beside her new Champion, Verik, Elleinad was mounted on the back of a stunning winged beast, the 13th in the distance behind her. She looked at him, with a nod. "When we get the signal, we'll move in closer. I want the rebellion nearly winning, before we intervene..." Her blues eyes caught Verik's. "That is understood, yes?" She smiled, the wind, somewhat chilly for a summer day, whistling by.

VampyrVixen: It was all going according to plan. Every little detail. It seems way too easy for her to rile up the non-humans with empty promises and faulty words that seem to boil every drop of crimson running through their veins. It was almost dissatisfying how simple it came to her. After pulling the fae from the auctioneer's stage due to guards starting to gather among the crowd. Hours passed after sneaking through various areas in the city to spout their protests, and they soon found themselves in the heap of the marketplace. The Fae stood upon a pristine marble fountain that had to cherubs with small pots that poured into the pool of water below. The marketplace was filled with a variety of colors and different faces all staring at the many who stand around Verona and Aeternita. The raven haired woman had a large smile upon as the winged one spoke her heart out to those of Anthem. Her powder blue eyes starting over their audience with delight. She ruffled her dress, looking as if she were dusting it off but instead, she was merely making sure her daggers and other equipment were not loosened with all the movements and excitement. She knew they wouldn't avoid trouble too much longer, and if they did, she's have to stir the pot herself. The heat of the late morning glistened off the water, the rays reflecting off beautifully like a mirrored portal to another realm. Now, all there was to do was wait even as the itch and anixety creeped up on to her shoulders.

Aeternita: With every speech she gives, she grows more confident, following her new "Friend" from venue to venure throughout the bustling city. She couldn't believe her good fortune that after just breaking out of prison and being so public, she still is free to offer up hope to those of this city of a world made right. Now standing upon this beautiful fountain, pouring her soul out over the crowd, she's more animated than ever. Her deep amythst eyes look through the crowd making eye contact with as many people there as were willing to hear her views, letting them know that every indivdual is meant for this dream of hers...Throughout it all she was far too focused on either slinking from one destination to another, or purely on connecting with the poor souls wronged by the Empire, to even realize her companion was armed. With a grateful smile and a deep curtsie, she thanks all who came to hear her. She would then hop off of the fountain and smile appreciatively to "Xena", naive to any inclination that she's anything but a deep supporter of her movement to bring rights to the citizens of the Empire. "I think I'm improving at this, don't you? Where should we head next?" It's become almost routine now, Nita would preach her beliefs and then "Xena" would wisk her off to another spot in the city where she could continue to garner support from the masses.

IgnisAeternus: -Dwarves have always been such foolish goblins to Romanea as the simple idea of valuable metals and jewels was almost all that was needed to bring them to her side but then again being of the mercenary kind it was hardly a surprise that they were so greedy as to accept such a worthless batch of words of promises. Just outside Anthem she could already see towers of smoke rising just above the wall as raging calls of panic raged across teh city. It was music to her ears to hear the slaughter of worthless pitiful lives being wasted over a simple idea such as power or EQUALIY. Such a funny idea. You were either strong enough to hold your own and survive or you died. Right now, that was exactly what was happening and it was about to get that much worse. Standing up on the long bow ship she turned to the twenty odd dwarves before calling out a series of commands from behind a blackened steel mask. Her blackened eyes an effect of a mixture of herbs and chemicals that create a temporary eye dye. Even her hair was blackened by dyes.-"GET THE CROSS BOWS READY. Prepare the EXPLOSIVES. DO NOT get the ahesive on the blocks JUST yet. The docks are secondary. Rifle squads prepare for enemy ships."-Storms of stomping boots clattered all across the ship as drapped brown cloths reveal massive angled cross bows with enough force to send a ten pound explosive clay ball into the air, over the wall and toward the center of the city. At their current position they were at the perfect angle to curve the balls just over to head straight for the city hall. Spies, whisperers, and mathmaticions made this possible and they were all on the ship. Close and easy.-"THE SHIP is prepared, Four crossbows loaded on the starboard bow and our launcher prepared." "Good...."-She took a moment to think just for a moment before she took in a deep breath as she raised her right arm with her palm facing the deck.-"READY~!"-Her ships master spouted out until she snapped her arm down with the loud raging voice of the ship master calling out.-"FIRE~!"-The cross bows launched their loads into the air and unlike any other explosive before, they needed no fire. Enfact they just needed air whcih explained the enclosed clay case. Romanea watched with a deep satisfied smile as he watched the first four were sent on their way while they prepared the next set. Now all they had to do was wait just ten seconds before launching the next. The first always caused the biggest confusion.-

Guest_VerikAtlas: “Clear like crystal.... friend” he’d give a smirk to the empress, as he’d noticeably bleed from his lip, as he bit it in anticipation, “I’ll make sure not to eat anyone either, though I’m quite hungry,” he’d laugh at his own joke, hoping to at least get something out of this empress, as he’d look at her cold posterior, “Only joking though.... unless you want me to scare the shit outta the rebellion, then by all means, sure” his lighthearted, yet piercing eyes would reflect at her, he’d turn his grin into a smile, sadistic, yet real at the same time. He’d signal to his troops that it would be time to march out soon by waving his hand around in a semi circle, organizing a spearhead formation. “Hopefully these soldiers aren’t as shitty as this empress’s attitude” he’d think to himself, the legion giving him an odd glare, realizing he’d still be wearing the band

Esylana: The Empress smirked slightly at his attempts at humor. But she said nothing, merely watching as the troops slowly started to advance before her, even as the morning skies were suddenly illuminated with unnatural explosions that would rock the entirety of the city, not just the center that was suddenly...gone. The Empress' smirk was grim, her eyes distant, and for a moment, the look on her face is cold, distant. As if she were lost in a memory, rather than overseeing what would become, very fast, wholesale slaughter. How long it would take, how many hours, for the rebellion to truly start dismantling the Crimson Elite, she did not truly know. But it did not truly matter either. --- It was raining. Not water, but fire. And the terror of it all was really only enhanced as people ran by, bloodied and dragging themselves away from the infernos. And worse, there was some stampeding, which did indeed cause confusion. If one were not careful, one would get swept up in it, or worse...trampled.

VampyrVixen: The sable beauty would eye the skies, Nothing too damaging nor was the great structures erected in this city effected. Not yet anyway. She knew soon smoke would arise from them. The blood would be spilt upon the cobblestone from which her group walked. She pursed her lips, thinking off all the pointless lives that had only a miniscule effect upon the world will soon be erased as if they never lived. Most are but specks. Ants that a crushed on the bottom of one's boot. Human and non-human. She would turn her cheek to the fae, her olive skin gleaming in the sunlight. Her lips her sweetly curl to her endearingly. If only she saw her sadistic thoughts that brewed in her mind. "Yes... You've done very well my dear... Look at their faces... You've touched them with the heart that carries in your words. I think they're fond of you... I think you're doing what they've felt they couldn't for the longest time, Aeternita. You're speaking for the ones that are thrown under the rug. Chained and forgotten in the depths of the earth's deepest dungeons only to be tortured for information they don't have..." She sounds as if she speaks from experience, Her hand resting upon the fae's shoulder. Her nimble fingers give her a comforting squeeze. "There should be another stage area possibly..." She taps her chin in thought. "We haven't even been towards the West district.... Come, we haven't a moment to spare." She takes the small fae's hand, leading her out of the crowds to avoid the guardsmen's attention.

Aeternita: The delicate fae, looked upon her endearingly. Her support meant the world to her and she finally felt like she was doing good in the world, making a difference, following her heart and spreading hope to those who need it most. Her soft gaze met "Xena's" as she spoke, her eyes glistening with emotion. "I just...I can't thank you enough for what your doing for us.." Her sentiment is inturrupted when she feels her partners slender fingers lace with her own, and she responds with a small nod. She was right, now wasn't the time for graditude and so she stumbled along after her, letting her lead her through the busy streets, oblivious to the horrific plot being acted out in this very moment.

IgnisAeternus: -By the time the second batch of explosive clay balls was launched, she heard it. The massive explosion of fire eveloping the wooden structure of a taxation and tax collection building. Splinters of wood and melted metals scattering across the air as sudden panic raged across the community as they had yet to be effected by the rebellion and were simply being excorted out of the city but now things were falling into chaos just like the rest of the city. Only the loud shattering of clay is heard before a thundering boom would rage through the air. The people being impaled, crushed or scrotched by the rapid bursts of fire showered down upon them that seemed almost never ending as Romanea send one batch after another. All while she prepared for the Crimson Elite's pathetic attempt at a naval service. It was almost sad to see the ships starting to head toward them before her ship master called out.-"Ma'ma. We have three ships heading toward us. Shall we prepare for battle?" "....No....Ignore them for now. We have bigger fish to scrotch."-The dwarf nodded swiftly as he continued to command them to continue their continued bombardment. Romanea wasn't worried, why? Because she had a little trick up her sleeve. She had taken the weak and hopelessly poor from the city and manipulated their already distorted thoughts into b eing devasting. They were scattered across the docks in simple dingys with a fishmens pole or spear. Simply minding nothing as the city burned but in truth they had twenty ten pound clay balls in their boats ready to blow and right now, before anyone on the main attacking ship knew, the enemy ships had exploded as the suicidal morons rammed themselves right into the ships though she had to admit that the two extra explosions before told her that the ships did put up a fight of sorts. The dwarves, for a second, hesitated before Romanea looked to them and shouted out.-"BACK TO WORK OR I SHALL KILL YOU~!"

Guest_VerikAtlas: “Wow... those ships are quite crafty in their murderous design, huh?” He’d look to Elle like a dog seeking approval. “If they keep that up, maybe you won’t have a 13th to-“ he’d begin laughing “to keep up with -“ he’d laugh harder, his voice echoing loudly “okay you have to admit, for a second there, they did look like they were decimating us” his smile would soon turn back into a straight face, looking solemn “too bad I plan on slaughtering them, making even the children into Swiss cheese if I have to”

Esylana: The Crimson Elite were mobile. There were more ships now coming in to try and stop the source of the explosions, and as fights started in the streets themselves - where did all these extra rebels come from, anyway? - the canals that drained the rain waters were running red. And yes, it was, unfortunately, true. Families were coming out on the losing side of this. The Crimson Elite were simply terrifying in their movements, their training doing them justice. They were some of the best fighters to be seen, but the deck was stacked against them as the mob was whipped into a frenzy. By now, Nita and Verona would be -very- aware of the problems. The death. The pain. It had gone so wrong, so fast. --- Elleinad smirked. "All part of the plan, my dear. Go ahead and begin the march..." The 13th awaited Verik's command, silently, but as soon as he gave his orders, they would rally with their eerie mind-numb chanting. Completely at his beck and call.

VampyrVixen: As Verona and Nita were evading guardsmen that were all but too slow to catch them, they found themselves in an alleyway separated from the rest of the little group they had accumulated hours prior. Verona's steps were careful and precise as if she planned out each one, mainly because she did. Each one was calculated that she knew when she would reach towards the end. As she looked up she was met with an orange glow that filtered itself in. A tentative hand placed upon the brick wall, She turned her face out see smoke arising as if it smacked her right upon her cheek. An odd smile plastered itself on her cheeks and away from her "friend". As Aeternita was near, she could the crumbling of hard work and labor fall upon the stone below with a loud bang that echoed through the town of Anthem. Even Verona jumped only slightly as they heard a loud bang that rumbled through the streets. OH.. The Streets. The raging infernos carried themselves throughout the walkways. Fighting was ever present between what looked to be peasants, or rather soldiers in peasants clothing. She could easily tell by the way they compose themselves and move in to attack. It was to clean, not like grimy trash that sulk in the normal lives of the people. Screams bellowed through the buildings that were engulfed, and She simply looked, taking every little bit in. She took Aeternita's hand in hers, her gaze meeting. "I will watch your back.. but we need to make our way out of here... Something has gone terribly wrong here. I will cover you." She led the fae infront of her, a hand caressing her back for comfort in this time as false as it was.

Aeternita: Aeternita on the other hand was taken completely off guard by the sudden violence. Her face scrunched at first in confusion, not processing the billowing smoke, before the thunderous explosions rocked the city forcing a scream to escape her parted lips. Instinctively she fell to her knees, her arms hugginf the top of he rhead to protect herself from any incoming debris. "Wha-what's going on?!" She squealed, peering out of the narrow corridor towards the now blazing streets, her eyes wide in horror as she sees one combatant impale another. All the color drains from her face, her body trembling with a mix of fear and adrenaline. She reaches out her hand futiley towards the fallen defender, instincively wanting to help, to save him. Once upon a time she could have done something, healed the wounded with her magic, but now she knew there was nothing she could do. Almost immeadiately tears streamed along her terror stricken face, unable to look away from the brutality that now enveloped her. It wasn't until her guide took her by the hand and started leading her that she was able to turn away. Her one hand clutches her partners desperatly, while the other covers her ear, trying hoplessly to not hear the screams of the suffering populace.

IgnisAeternus: -Those three ships, simple and light in make, were only the very scouts of the main fleet and right now that main fleet was starting to surround them in heavy cruisers and battle ships. This was no longer becoming a simple concern in the back of her mind, this was starting to become a problem. At least that was what she was showing to her troops as they continued to fire the orbs. In truth she already knew the end result of this battle, but right now they still had time.-"PREPARE THE LAUNCHER~!"-The helmsmen looked to the ship master only to see him nod before he started to sail the ship around and head straight for the docks front doors. They were abit away from the docks but none the less they would reach it in minutes. All while the cross bows would now adjust themselves.-"AIM for the smaller ships. They shall cause debris to spread. YOU TWO on the bow, KEEP firing. I want that city to be crisp."-With that six of the eight cross bows would now be firing orb after orb at the incoming fleet as the ship would align itself with the front gate of the docks. They were their for damage and chaos which was going beautifully even as cannon fire began to hit all around them. One hit and the whole ship would be one massive bomb which would leave Romanea left to dust. She didn't plan to die just yet, but she certainly knew that her precautions would keep her from dying for now. The front two crossbows, now no longer aiming for the center of the city, were directed beyond the center and toward the barracks of the Crimson Elite within the city. She needed to keep their forces small to force their hand to allow the Empress to join in for the rescue. It was fast and heavy as they would send orb after orb within three seconds of each other instead of the ten.-"FIRE~!!!"-Those yelled words brought about the final hit to the city as the launcher was abit different. Designed like a sling shot INSIDE the depths of the ship, it held a fifty pound clay orb. This one was risky as the exit had shown, in the past, to get cuaght and explode inside ths ship. She hoped that did not happen and with luck thats exactly what didn't happen. The orb was laucnhed right at the door and it was the most glories thing she had ever seen. The very nature of the bomb causing debre to scatter over a mile into the air and send even Romanea down onto her ass from the shockwave as the ship rocked back with the high waves that send them sliding a few meters. As she laughed out in success she started to stand only to start walking forward as the dwarves would yell in victory but it wouldn't last long. No, she reached back to the small of her back and began her cleaning. The cannon fire continued around her as one clipped the ships front and right side while she rushed from dwarf to dwarf. They may have been small and fat but they weren't slow. It wasn't a challenge in the end though as she had killed more then eleven of them and leading them to the front of the ship as they tried to fight back. She jumped right off and dove into the water. Little did they know that one of the dingys was instructed to ram into the ship right after the laucher was set off. The dwarves didn't stand a chance as the dingy set off a chain reaction. Causing the hundreds of pounds of orbs to send the whole fleet rocking back and creating such a sound that no matter how deep in battle you were or even where you stood you saw the pillar of smoke and heard the thundering boom of the ship exploding. No one was left standing and Romanea. She clashed upon the shores of Anthemn and began her plan of escape after catching her breath from the violent hit she took from the shock wave.-

Esylana: It was chaos in the city, and that suited the Empress just fine. As Verik took the 13th forces and marched to "crush" the "rebellion", Elleinad took the sky on her majestic winged steed, circling up into the air and surveying the damage done below. She gave a grim smile. Before flying towards the Keep itself. She either would make it there before Lorian did, or greet him as he came home. It would seem to be the latter, as she drew closer, the sounds of the 13th finally clashing and crushing whatever resistance force was left.

VampyrVixen: In the despair strickened upon the fae's face, the woman's lips found themselves attempting not to laugh right then and there. It was hard to wear a crooked frown when one wished to beam as bright as the fires around them. She felt her hand becoming entangled in the fae's trembling grasp and for a moment, she felt something. Even with her plan going accordingly, she found herself thinking about this one's well being. She thought about the words the fae had said during her little rallies. Her eyes flutter off to the destruction around them. She felt remorse. She worked this woman up to something she desperately needed to continue on living and pushing through the injustice of the world, and she knew she was soon to crush it. She knew she was about to betray this woman for it was simply her orders to do so. She allowed a small sigh to escape her lips. As the Fae traveled forward, Verona one-handledly started to remove her gown revealing under a black leather vest with a variety of equipment upon her. Pouches and bags all hooked on her endlessly it seemed. She then threw it to the flames to burn it's evidence as it formed into ash below. She soon knelt down slight, grasping a dagger in her tender fingers and wrapping around it's leather band. She moved it silently to the back, cutting the tie that held her hair neatly in it's place and letting her dense shadowy tendrils cascade down her shoulders and back. She again took in breath. Her pout would be dull as if she held no emotion. The war that created itself inside her head only worsened as she drew the dagger near Aeternita's back. "Proceed forward... It is nothing personally." She whispered in the fae's ear. They soon made their way to a Crimson Elite soldiers with whom regonized the raven haired woman. "In my investigation of this mess, I found the one who started this mess... You're just glad the Empress sent her spies and I here once the rumors started to flow through the empire." She would gently urge Aeternita forward in the hands of their care. "I will aid you back to the keep, it's been a bit hectic since the fires started. Even I had a hard tim navigating."

Aeternita: She did everything in her power to keep moving, despite her shaking legs, and her vision stinging from smoke and tears. Everywhere she looked there were people slaughtering each other, blood, fire, screams and bodies flooded her senses. Her hand found it's way to her own quivering lips, trying to cover her whimpers and remain strong, put the pain in her heart was so hard to bare. Suddenly she felt the sharp point prodding her in the back and she tensed, the womans breath against her ear causing a chill to run through her spine as she commanded her forward. "...I...I don't understand..." She replies meekly, the pressure of the blade urging her to start walking. "I th-thought..." She swallows her rising despair and goes silent. It doesn't matter what she thought, she's been betrayed and so all the pieces started to fit, after all hindsight was 20/20. The rescue that seemed too good to be true, the strategic use of her gathering supporters just to be led to slaughter. Nita just made it extremely easy for the Empire to weed out any would be resistance fighters in one fell swoop, it was her fault. She offered no resistance through their march, just silent acceptance to an unknown fate.