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-Seth, en route to escape the King's Castle-

 

 

 

 

Seth, trying his best to keep his breath, stopped to take a breather as Ryonne and the girl rushed by. At Nikolai's beckon, he and the girl tumbled over the balcony. "You have to be mad to-" Seth choppily coughed out, kneeling over only to find a spear whip the wind around his hair.

 

A spear nearly skewered Seth, clanging in a crashing fashion to the balcony's edge. Turning back, Seth saw the Gods in pursuit, dashing towards himself and Ryonne.

 

Clawing at the air desperately, Seth tried to absorb some natural element, but to no avail. With no promise of any way to fight back, the Recensere proved no worth but as hilt of steel. Seth looked down to the balcony, then to the Gods. His chances lie with choice. The Gods were much to powerful, and only by a slim twist of fate that another would come to their rescue was the chance that they'd survive. Another God four times as powerful as the strongest of the ones to pursue them.

 

Seth chose the Plunge of Possible Death, as he'd like to call it.

 

"Ryonne!" Seth called, "Victory doesn't pass its blade to us now! Let's follow their lead and fall back!" Taking two large steps to scale the side, he leapt greatly out of the balcony, closing his eyes, holding out his arms, and hoping for a miracle.

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 - Tolan - The Moonlight Warrior - Alongside Falling Boulder and Kaspar -

 

"No need to thank me..." Tolan spoke sheating his sword on his back, "Merely doing my duty...as for you...I suggest a hasty retreat." Tolan spoke to Kaspar, necromancers weren't exactly welcome in most villages. It was at that moment Falling Boulder appeared, surprising Tolan, damn, senses were getting old...Either way, the Fellow earth grey congratulated them.

 

"Whats two more in an army of thousands..." Tolan commented Dryly. As he looked over the prison camp, as Kaspar's zombies began doing their thing. "Necromancy is bound to cause more chaos within the city...but I guess we have no other choice, what do you say?" Tolan spoke looking over at Falling Boulder. "Should we provide support for the undead or should we go after high value targets within the gods?" Tolan suggested. Both options were very viable, but releasing the prisoners would be ideal if they wanted to mount any resistance...but taking out high value targets would weaken the god's ranks and morale in the siege.

 

 

- Henry - The Black blade - FIghting off Luit -

 

'firetrucking hell, come on you blonde birdwoman' Henry thought with a sigh, he knew he didn't have much of a chance against Luit in pure physical combat, without his magic he needed to use his strenght, albeit enhanced, obviously the god was much stronger than he was.

 

Henry's eyes perked up as his sense kicked in, he managed to predict Luit's right hook and Heavy kick...however, He was able to fully block the Right hook, however not the heavy kick, as it landed on his stomach, Henry was thrown backwards several feet away, but he managed to roll back onto his feet as he landed, dispersing much of the momentum. As he stood, he clutched his stomach for a few seconds, before the pain and possible damage was quickly healed by his magic. 

 

As he stood up, Cracking his knuckles and moving his head a bit. Henry positioned himself in a stance similar to a real life Boxer. Ready for Luit's next move.  

"If you don't mind, can I ask you one more question?" Henry asked Luit while he was in his stance.

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Iuit moved forward slowly, menacingly. He was not a fan of fighting this mortal, but slow and steady was how he fought. How he was effective. And so he would. Henry made to ask him another question, and before Iuit replied, he rushed forward, tucking his head and charging towards Henry shoulder first. Upon theoretical contact, he'd have thrown his shoulder up, hoping to throw a caught Henry up into the air as well. "You may ask." Iuit replied then, his voice deep and smooth.

 

Viridem watched from her perch, having ensure the girl was safe and away she'd come back. Because well... She was interested in the outcome. Might she find someone reliable in him? Well, it wasn't looking likely at this point. Iuit seemed to be invincible on all fronts... but that just meant there was on critical weak point. The philosophy had held true for Viridem in her god-killing thus far, and she expected that Iuit would not be an exception. If he was... well he'd be more than just a patrolling freelancer in the Gods' society.

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Falling Boulder followed Kaspar and Tolan's gaze, as corpses of the fallen men rose from the dead. He'd known this was Kaspar's magic, his skill. And while any tool that would defeat the Gods would be helpful to them, it was still unsettling to Falling Boulder. One could scarcely blame him, he was as traditional as traditional got when it came to Greys, and zombies would intimidate anyone. Tolan asked about the next plan. Falling Boulder nodded. "The Gods aren't our target, not yet. What we need are the prisoners. We lose more and more fighters every moment of every day. We need to free the ones stolen from us. Then we have to leave." Falling Boulder spoke to them, giving them his own insight. He'd sound the retreat as soon as the prisoners could escape. But they needed some help to do that. Fortunately, it seemed the zombies were already helping. "Quickly now! Unless you must rest, in which case, retreat. Fight another day. But I must continue!" Falling Boulder said, then gave a loud war cry as he charged towards the prison camp.

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"I'm done answering your questions. I gave you the easy way out. But you did not take it." The Sword God said, shaking his head slowly. Anger powered that man, and the girl as well. Vengeance drove most of the fighters these days. And vengeance was good. It filled an opponent up. But it was not a true drive, not one that was renewable. It would only leave them empty. A shame. Regardless, they would not be long for this world anyway. He'd have to find another reliable fighter. Challenge would be his, one of these days. "The name of the God who has killed you is Saramune." He said with an air of finality. He whipped his blade out, and in a flash, he was upon both of them at once, blades at their necks. A sharp pain as the blade entered Irena's and Anthony's necks could be felt, before they vanished from General Saramune's sight.

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Anthony and Irena would awake to find themselves surrounded by molten rock, and a single drifting chunk as it ran down the lava flow. There was no sky visible anywhere, only red hot rock and molten magma. Both of their necks bled from where Saramune's blade had been just a moment before. "I won't have enough strength to do that again I don't think." A woman's voice said, though no woman was visible anywhere.

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Seth leaped off the balcony following the spear throw that nearly skewered him as Ryonne had seen it. Really? Jumping? This was very dumb he thought. And likely, Seth also felt the same way as he fell, increasing still in speed, it looking ever more likely by the second that he would hit the ground and die a very painful death. But, instead, he hit a wooden deck. Hard. "Good choice mate, not looking too great up there." Nikolai's voice came from nowhere, and suddenly the whole ship was visible. A pirate ship almost, but attached to it were rotors that seemed to be working hard to lift the whole machine higher up into the air. Nikolai was behind the steering wheel, and Alina on the deck nearby Seth, though she didn't offer him a hand up. Ryonne turned towards the balcony, the airship now fully in view of everyone and everything. It should have been impossible... That level of technology had never been seen before. But, impossible life was better than too possible death, Ryonne decided, as he leaped off the balcony onto the ship now as well, landing on his feet. However, the Gods were not done with them as they ran and jumped landing onto the ship as it began to gain altitude, soaring through the skyline of the town, just above the roofs. "Boarders! Alina, get rid of them!" Nikolai cried, and the girl from before, evidently named Alina sighed as she pulled out a staff, readying for a fight of some sort.

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The spiritual gorilla vanished as soon as the dagger landed, but that was the least of Rabiyu's problems. Phato stood now in front of the back wall, and she spun her staff and cast a spell, and suddenly a massive circle could be seen. It spread over structural pillars, from wall to wall. An experienced mage like Rabiyu might be able to recognize it as a very powerful explosion spell, written out to magnify power and shorten the chant, which Phato began to say in a sing song voice at that moment.

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Mack was surprised by the odd porcelain woman's dexterity, despite being almost certainly stunned by his punch, she still managed to deftly dodge his slice, and pushed the blade further away from his body. Now in an awkward position she lashed out with sharp claws, and his clothing ripped, through the chainmail even, scratches appearing on his side. Mack cried out, then yelled some kind of battlecry, lashing out with his blade once more, swinging it recklessly. Fierro opened his mouth to warn Mack of the sudden attack of roots, but didn't in time as the tree slammed down upon Mack, wrapping him up and incapacitating him. He screamed in anger, and continued to swear at the loyalists. But he was done. Fierro shook his head. This had not gone optimally.

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{Sirona: Kala; King's Castle}

Sirona had been up stairs in the King's chambers while the party went on down stairs. She had figured the best way to find the exiled prince was to use the information of his enemies. She had been hoping to find a location and a plot to kill him which she could easily foil, gaining the prince's trust. But, sadly, the narrative would have to be complicated.

With a few vague leads to follow, Sirona headed back to where she had broken in, past a few guards she had mesmerized with her music. She paused on the way when the sounds of the part changed to what the Bard could only describe as confrontational. She made for a window above a balcony, hoping to shimmy down to get a better look and listen. Before she could get down, a group of people came out into the balcony. As two of them dove off, Sirona recognized one as Prince Nikolai.

"Well that certain makes things easier." The Bard thought. "Unless we've got a suicide."

Pleased by the appearance of an invisible ship and the jumping of the other two figures on the balcony, Sirona considered how to introduce herself. The pursuing gods would work, but she had hoped not to incur divine wraith just yet. But, this was her best shot and she might not get another soon.

"Hero time." She said to herself in a put upon tone.

Using skills taught to her by some of the finest acrobats in the world, Sirona shimmed up the building at surprising speed. She ran across the roof top of the castle for a few feet, then leapt onto the ship as it passed by on it's way up. Seeing that the gods got on too and the prince had issued orders concerning boarders, Sirona decided it would be a good time for a clear sign she wasn't with the two gods. She pulled out a silver whistle and blew into it. Through her magic, the sound was amplified and directed so that the gods were hit with a deafening screech that could shatter glass while other not in between the Bard and her targets only heard an extended whistle blow.

 

{The Penitent One}

With her opponent contained and orders not to finish him off, the Penitent One backed off, taking up a relaxed stance. She looked at Brenainn for more orders.

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Rabiyu - In the Treasury
Rabiyu came to an halt when she saw the mage in front of her, she was about to speak when the massive circle appeared, spreading from wall to wall.
"I see," Rabiyu thought, "swift and destructive."
The Elf could still see a few of the traitors running towards the exit, the problem was the chant, the mage herself, the potential explosion. In the end Rabiyu made the choice to counter Phato's spell with one of her own, a forbidden one. In a quick movement Rabiyu took out a small gemstone, it would serve as a conduit for the spell.
"I beseech thee, Ancient Spirits, come forth and honor thy blood pact of old, bring the All Creation to stillness."
It took a few seconds before the gem began to glow with a faint light. The elf then threw the gem towards Phato, between her feet to be precise, once the stone made contact with the ground, it dissolved and a grey splotch began to spread under the mage's feet.
"Silencing!"
Just like the one inside the vault, Phato would be turned to stone once the splotch made contact with her, but if that wasn't enough Rabiyu took her dagger and threw it towards the girl, hopefully it would hit her and break her concentration long enough for the Silencing to enclose her into her new stone prison. Now she had to focus on keeping her own spell under control.

Khayal Athar - Aboard the flying ship
Athar had been lurking around the party for awhile, keeping himself away from the eyes of the people, even when the events took a turn for the worst. Once the group ran away, Athar made the choice to follow them, apparently the Prince was with them. Without waiting another moment Athar moved swiftly between the people and made his way to the balcony. Once outside he saw something he never thought possible, a flying ship.
"This is something you don't see every day, that's for sure."
The ship was going up and he had to be there, with what little time he had left, Athar climbed the building, and when he was doing it he caught sight of another person, a woman, but this was not important at the moment. Before the ship was out of reach Athar took out one of his kukri and threw it towards the deck of the ship, this weapon was special, it was enchanted to enable him to teleport and he did just in time to hear the order that the Prince gave. Then there was the sound of a whistle and the same woman from before, apparently she was with the Prince and his group, so he had to help in the fight.
"It is time," he thought, "deal with the gods, and then we'll see."
The young man took out a couple of hand made smoke bombs and threw them at the gods, this would make it difficult for them to see their surroundings and allow them to have the advantage.

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A moan escaped the redhead's lips as she turned in her sleep, her neck stinging enough to irritate but not pain her.  The ground was awfully hard, she noted, and it didn't seem right to be sleeping at the present time.  Irena's eyelids felt like lead as she slowly lifted them, her vision blurry at first before clearing to reveal red hot rock and molten lava.  Where was the sky?  This was rather strange indeed.

 

She noticed a stiffness to her neck, to which she shot a hand up to investigate.  Something crusty and dry had been plastered there, and when she flaked it away she found it to be . . . blood.  And that was when the memories flooded back to her.  Her fight with the god, who had given them changes but they declined.  He said that their drive was not strong enough, shortly before revealing his true name.

 

"Saramune," Irena muttered, closing her eyes.  She remembered now.  He had slashed both hers and Anthony's throat, but why wasn't she dead, and why was their no wound?

 

The sound of a woman's voice echoing throughout the canyon arrested Irena's attention: "I won't have enough strength to do that again I don't think."

 

"What's that?" Irena cried out, her voice much more croaky that she had initially assumed.  "Who's there?  Did you save us?"  And then, the last question that froze on Irena's tongue before she could get it out, one she expected deep down internally but could not rationalize to be a plausible explanation: "Are you one of the gods?"

 

It was then that Irena remembered Anthony; she was by no means alone.  She knelt down alongside him, brushing stray strands of hair from his face.  His neck, too, had been slashed, but the wound had healed and he seemed to be alive and well.  A silent sigh escaped her.  At least he did not die because of her.

 

The question still remained on why their lives were spared, especially if a goddess herself had healed them.  What was the purpose?  They were, after all, inferior beings, lowly mortals that had no purpose in the world nor could fight back against the almighty.

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-Seth - On Board Ship-

 

 

 

"Tch" Seth grunted as the Gods pursued them onto the fleeing ship. Seth, Ryonne, and the girl named Alina readied to fight, when two more people leapt on board, immediately confronting the gods. "My, my!" Seth exclaimed, as the new girl aboard spliced the air with an ocarina and the new guy lobbed a smoke bomb at them. Seth ran around the two gods as the smoke fogged their vision, hoping to find some source of energy to absorb.

 

A lone flame at the center of the ship was his hope. He'd take enough for the flame to be able to replenish, but also enough to ward off the Gods. Seth held his hand over the fire, which curled and danced around his arm and eventually sucked itself into it. Pulling out his weapon, he held the hilt up over his chest, then horizontally outlined the blade. It was a flaming sword whose blade curved around the hilt like a bell guard, then upwards resembling a longsword. The flames flickered and danced about, engulfing the hilt. Seth charged towards the clearing smoke where the gods were to strike a blow with a clean slash.

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- Anthony Hackett - Unknown Location -

 

The despicable God that stood before them had declared that their chance had expired, proclaiming that they would die by the blade of the one known as Saramune. The Sword God, Saramune then had them surrounded almost immediately, giving Anthony and Irena just enough time to realize that this day: They would surely die, as the blades reached their necks--suddenly, everything went black.

 

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The ground was hard, the air burning and his head foggy as Anthony awoke in a different location to where he once was. Molten rock and ash surrounded them, lava flowed on by and as his senses cleared, Anthony's anger boiled, bringing himself to a kneel, his free hand clenched into a fist. "These damn Gods..." He could only think this to himself, then he felt a hand brush the free strands of hair away from the front of his helmet. Irena was with him, his not being alone eased his soul a little bit as he looked to her. "It's you? Are you all right?" Anthony asked, his tone one of deep concern. When Anthony moved his head to look at her, his neck felt...off. Rubbing it, he felt the chainmail had been pierced: Saramune had come far too close to killing them.

 

"I won't have enough strength to do that again I don't think." A female's voice echoed, not Irena's, someone different...someone, who wasn't even there with them. "We're not alone, it seems...who are you?" Anthony, despite the possibility of this being one of the Gods, remained oddly calm as he wondered why they were even brought here and saved from the Sword God's blade.

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Anthony and Irena awoke, and as they moved about, asking questions, their platform floated around a corner of sorts, down the lava flow and into a massive cavern. In the middle of this cavern sat a large pile of rock, at the top a throne. Around this pile was more magma, almost as if it were a moat. The pair of warriors floated, and their platform bumped into the mountain of sorts, and it was in that moment that they might have noticed it was not rock at all. Not really. Petrified bones were what made this throne, stacked high into the air. Their platform continued to float around the mountain in the moat, though there was the potential to leap onto the mountain and off the platform if they chose. Regardless though, a being flickered into appearance on the throne, though she was still phantasmal. "Apologies, bringing you here drained me, as I said. It is hard to manipulate souls that are not dead, but I caught you just as you were about to be. You are not dead, just in case that wasn't clear. Almost though. You'll need to do better next time. Also someone is messing around with the order of things up there and it's seriously making it hard to focus on you two." And with that she vanished again from sight. Her voice echoed still about the cavern though, as if she hadn't left at all. "Not a God though. Not really. Well, it's arguable. What does God even mean anyway? In any case, I'm not with them, and I wasn't born one of them. It's a little tough to explain." As she spoke, walls of rock shifted open on the far side of the moat of magma, and stairs were created. "You have a choice. You can stay here, check it out, I'd be glad to open up another doorway. Rest, recover, stay here as long as you like. Though, stay too long and you might become a little more dead. Or you can go back to the battlefield. Saramune has retired. It seems your vanishing has made him a little bored of the whole thing."

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Things escalated so swiftly, Ryonne had a difficult time processing it. It seemed, two more rebels had joined them on this ship, targeting the two Gods with attacks. Ryonne gripped his scabbard harder, trying to judge the information as best he could. A musician of sorts, and though he could hear the whistle, he'd seen sonic cues for magic before. The Gods were likely experiencing something very different. And then another, cloaked, like a thief, Ryonne thought, threw smoke. This was the perfect opportunity, and evidently Seth had felt the same way, summoning a flaming sword and launching into the battle. "Hey! Stowaways! You two better either swab decks or kick God ass if you wanna stick around!" Nikolai shouted at Khayal and Sirona from his perch at the wheel. It was at that moment that the bottom of the ship skimmed a rooftop. Nikolai swore and escalated, driving the ship skyward at an intense angle. 

"Focus on the not killing us and not the witty one-liners darling!" Alina shouted back at the Lost Prince, and Nikolai's brilliant laugh was the only reply. Ryonne focused again on his target, and he lunged forward, his speed still activated, slicing his blade out at the knees of the one whom Seth had not attacked. The God screamed in pain, and his hands still on his ears, kicked out, landing a foot in Ryonne's gut and sending him sprawling. The God growled again, and tried to look through the smoke for whoever was making that insufferable noise. His eyes landed on Sirona after a few moments, and he charged at the Bard, bringing out a spear and thrusting it towards him. The other God had been brought to his knees by the sound of the whistle, when suddenly, his shoulder burned, and the flesh mottled as Seth came from nowhere. He bellowed, and brought a dagger from his waist and lashed out towards the Blacksmith. He then stood and tried to swat Seth away with a powerful backhand. It was after that that Alina's spell took effect, golden chains surging forward, looping around that God's wrists, and pulling him to the ground where he was vulnerable again.

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The gem flew towards Phato, but just a moment too late. Phato completed the chant, and the circles around the room glowed with an incredible heat. The splotch made contact, and stone began to grow up her legs, but that was fine. She'd completed her mission. The dagger plunged deep into her shoulder, but still Phato smiled at Rabiyu. "It doesn't matter. I succeeded, and that is the most important piece of all. You loyalists will all pay the same price as me, but it will be for a cause that has never been as worthy, is not a subject of pride, the way mine is! So, bootlicker, who really won here?" Phato told Rabiyu, smiling peacefully as her face became stone, freezing the mage's expression forever. It would only be a matter of moments before the vault exploded, and after that, the rest of the bank would surely collapse.

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The deck was currently in a state of chaos from the fight. Two gods were there, and they had to disappear if they wanted to succeed. Khayal listened to the orders that the Prince said and was going to follow them without questioning, for now. Among the smoke Khayal noticed that one of the gods was now running towards the woman who had showed up at the same time as him, he then took out a rope with three spheres attached to it and threw it towards the god's feet in an attempt to stop his movement. Khayal then threw his dagger close to the bard before using its spell to teleport closer in case the god could not be stopped, he quickly looked at the young woman and gave her a quick nod, if they wanted to survive they had to work together to stop the gods.

(I think they are called "Bolas" or "Boleadoras" but I wasn't sure about how to translate that, or if it needed to be translated at all.)

 

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Rabiyu watched as Phato slowly turned to stone, true, she was stopped, but she succeeded in casting her spell. The vault was going to be destroyed one way or another.
"Curses!" Rabiyu yelled as she held her head, a headache was coming, thanks to her trying to contain the forbidden spell, "I failed and now there's going to be consequences."
After giving the Mage-turned-stone one last look Rabiyu ran back towards the main room, she had to know what happened to the strange woman and Brenainn. Once she made it back she noticed that both targets had been contained, which was of little satisfaction at the moment, Rabiyu looked at the Penitent One and nodded.
"Good job, and you too, Master Brenainn, but I'm afraid it wasn't enough," she said, a hint of anger in her words, "It would be perfect if you could nullify a spell, but I think that's wishful thinking right now, right? Not even I can stop a spell once it has been casted."
The Elf then looked at Mack, her face completely blank.
"Be proud, your friend managed to succeed in her mission," she said to Mack before looking at Fierro, "Although she will remain in a prison of stone for eternity, or until the spell she casted blows up the vault, and probably the building, along with her."
Once again Rabiyu looked at the Penitent One and nodded towards Mack and Fierro.
"Let's take those two away from the building before it collapses," Rabiyu said, "They will face judgement for what they did today, and they will speak one way or another."

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{Sirona}

Sirona smiled around the whistle in her mouth as other people attacked the gods. A company of heroes around an exiled prince had the makings of an even better story then just the prince. And they weren't attacking her. This was going fantastically. Well, until of the gods started charging her, but her fellow stowaway threw a bolas at his feet. She gave him a quick wink before she changed the pitch of her sonic attack. It wasn't as painful, but it played havoc with the inner ear and balance. Did gods have inner ears like mortals? One could hope.

 

{The Penitent One}

The Penitent One remained stock still until turning to watch the gate to the treasury a few seconds before Rabiyu came running out. She stared intently at the elf until a command was given. It wasn't one she was use to, but it was a command. She grabbed Mack by the arm and neck, the tips of her claws pressed against the skin but not cutting, as form of warning for the rebel.

 

(I think they are called "Bolas" or "Boleadoras" but I wasn't sure about how to translate that, or if it needed to be translated at all.)

(That's the name I know them by.)

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"I'm as all right as I could be," Irena responded, relived that Anthony was okay as well.  She didn't know why, but the thought of being alone unnerved her.  Perhaps it was because she'd been all alone after her father died along with the rest of her tribe; it was difficult to say.  Nonetheless, the companion of another was new to her, and rather appreciated.  "Where is this place, though?  I believe that we're far from the battlefield."

 

The voice from earlier had spoken once more, denying its affiliation with the gods and goddesses who deemed their destruction fit.  They further traversed the terrain, and not all of which was particularly sightly.  Before them was a throne made of bones, and the more that Irena witnessed the more she wondered if they were among the underworld or--more specifically--the dead.

 

Could Thanatos be a woman?  Irena thought to herself before shaking her head.  No, she denied that she was a God, though there were something about her words that indicated she was not human, either.  They were now presented with a choice: stay and wander, or return to their world and the battlefield of which they had fallen.  Should they choose to stay, however, they may lose more of their living selves, something that Irena wasn't willing to risk.

 

Admittedly she was rather fatigued, and that brush with death unnerved her.  Her choice, however, had been made, though she did wonder what Anthony would choose to do from this point.  "I would like to return home," said Irena.  "You have my utmost gratitude for saving us, whoever you may be.  What is your name, milady, if I may even receive that?"

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The gem flew towards Phato, but just a moment too late. Phato completed the chant, and the circles around the room glowed with an incredible heat. The splotch made contact, and stone began to grow up her legs, but that was fine. She'd completed her mission. The dagger plunged deep into her shoulder, but still Phato smiled at Rabiyu. "It doesn't matter. I succeeded, and that is the most important piece of all. You loyalists will all pay the same price as me, but it will be for a cause that has never been as worthy, is not a subject of pride, the way mine is! So, bootlicker, who really won here?" Phato told Rabiyu, smiling peacefully as her face became stone, freezing the mage's expression forever. It would only be a matter of moments before the vault exploded, and after that, the rest of the bank would surely collapse.

Rabiyu watched as Phato slowly turned to stone, true, she was stopped, but she succeeded in casting her spell. The vault was going to be destroyed one way or another.
"Curses!" Rabiyu yelled as she held her head, a headache was coming, thanks to her trying to contain the forbidden spell, "I failed and now there's going to be consequences."
After giving the Mage-turned-stone one last look Rabiyu ran back towards the main room, she had to know what happened to the strange woman and Brenainn. Once she made it back she noticed that both targets had been contained, which was of little satisfaction at the moment, Rabiyu looked at the Penitent One and nodded.
"Good job, and you too, Master Brenainn, but I'm afraid it wasn't enough," she said, a hint of anger in her words, "It would be perfect if you could nullify a spell, but I think that's wishful thinking right now, right? Not even I can stop a spell once it has been casted."
The Elf then looked at Mack, her face completely blank.
"Be proud, your friend managed to succeed in her mission," she said to Mack before looking at Fierro, "Although she will remain in a prison of stone for eternity, or until the spell she casted blows up the vault, and probably the building, along with her."
Once again Rabiyu looked at the Penitent One and nodded towards Mack and Fierro.
"Let's take those two away from the building before it collapses," Rabiyu said, "They will face judgement for what they did today, and they will speak one way or another."

{The Penitent One}
The Penitent One remained stock still until turning to watch the gate to the treasury a few seconds before Rabiyu came running out. She stared intently at the elf until a command was given. It wasn't one she was use to, but it was a command. She grabbed Mack by the arm and neck, the tips of her claws pressed against the skin but not cutting, as form of warning for the rebel.

(That's the name I know them by.)

 

 

 

- Brenainn Loth, quelled the rebellion with unlikely allies but too late -

 

Brenainn puffed his breath, the spell sapping him of a decent amount of his magic, but he smiled through it all.  It was a success.  Alongside the strange familiar, he managed to capture the leading rebel and put an end to the current conflict, though the stream of cusses really did not help the continuation of his mood.

 

"All right, that's enough out of you," he voiced to Mack, willing the root to branch up to touch his Adam's apple.  Paralysing fibres would make it a little bit harder for him to speak.  The half-elf focused on Fierro instead, looking him over with interest.  "Instead, I would like to speak with you.  You're not as violent as the other, and I feel horrid for whaling on you with my staff."

 

Rabiyu's movement through the hall caught his eye, and he looked up to find her very displeased, or as displeased as he had ever seen her through that face of stone.

 

"That's not good in the slightest!" he piped, readying a weak mind-numbing sigil and placing it on Fierro.  Furthermore, he let the bind spells go and Yggdrasil's root descend into the hole from which it sprouted, leaving a disabled Mack to be ensnared by The Penitent One.  "Let's get out of here post haste!"

 

Dragging Fierro to his feet, whether or not the sigil was in effect, he started towards the exit.  Every so often he looked over to Rabiyu with a look of concern.  Hopefully she was not beating herself up too much over the success of the rebels.  They tried their best, after all.  As for The Penitent One, well, he looked over to her as well, but she was an odd duck and still summoned.  What kind of person or creature was she?  Regardless of his internalisations, he was very impressed with her.  She certainly was not normal, but had quite the prowess in battle.

 

 

 

 

 - Tolan - The Moonlight Warrior - Alongside Falling Boulder and Kaspar -

 

"No need to thank me..." Tolan spoke sheating his sword on his back, "Merely doing my duty...as for you...I suggest a hasty retreat." Tolan spoke to Kaspar, necromancers weren't exactly welcome in most villages. It was at that moment Falling Boulder appeared, surprising Tolan, damn, senses were getting old...Either way, the Fellow earth grey congratulated them.

 

"Whats two more in an army of thousands..." Tolan commented Dryly. As he looked over the prison camp, as Kaspar's zombies began doing their thing. "Necromancy is bound to cause more chaos within the city...but I guess we have no other choice, what do you say?" Tolan spoke looking over at Falling Boulder. "Should we provide support for the undead or should we go after high value targets within the gods?" Tolan suggested. Both options were very viable, but releasing the prisoners would be ideal if they wanted to mount any resistance...but taking out high value targets would weaken the god's ranks and morale in the siege.

Falling Boulder followed Kaspar and Tolan's gaze, as corpses of the fallen men rose from the dead. He'd known this was Kaspar's magic, his skill. And while any tool that would defeat the Gods would be helpful to them, it was still unsettling to Falling Boulder. One could scarcely blame him, he was as traditional as traditional got when it came to Greys, and zombies would intimidate anyone. Tolan asked about the next plan. Falling Boulder nodded. "The Gods aren't our target, not yet. What we need are the prisoners. We lose more and more fighters every moment of every day. We need to free the ones stolen from us. Then we have to leave." Falling Boulder spoke to them, giving them his own insight. He'd sound the retreat as soon as the prisoners could escape. But they needed some help to do that. Fortunately, it seemed the zombies were already helping. "Quickly now! Unless you must rest, in which case, retreat. Fight another day. But I must continue!" Falling Boulder said, then gave a loud war cry as he charged towards the prison camp.

 

 

 

- Kaspar the Grey, begrudgingly following Falling Boulder into battle -

 

Kaspar watched as the two Earth Greys conversed over battle tactics, his breath coming back to him with each passing moment.  Mid-commentary, a surge of recuperation came back to him when he siphoned some magic from the earth, and while he still had a lot of magic to recover it soothed his supplies wonderfully and invigorated his muscles.

 

"I will come too," Kaspar answered to the two, even if Falling Boulder flew off in what seemed like a berserkergang trance.  "I still have a bone to pick with some gods, and if I can free some fellow clanmates while I'm at it, well, that makes it even better."  He gave a quick smirk at Tolan, propped himself up, and rushed in the direction of the makeshift prison.

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The dagger that the God whistled through such crisp air, wth a skillful yet predictable arc through to Seth's side. Seth attempted to deflect the strike — a stupid idea in hindsight, because his blade was not solid. The dagger, glowing with the flame caused by the sword grazed his waist, leaving a concentrated yet searing pain trickling throughout his stomach and left side, then brutally slapped by The God's forceful backhand, pain shooting into a slightly swollen cheek.

 

Seth slid a couple feet back, his sword flung from his hand, still set ablaze. He stood, slowly, but slightly dazed. One moment, the God was standing, towering and overwhelmingly powerful, and the next, he was chained in gold, pinned onto the ground, and immobilized. Seth walked to the God, pinning his sword towards his throat.

 

Seth could do anything he wanted to this God - slice him into billions of pieces, destroy and torture him till he lost conciousness.... But in actuality, he had no grudge against this God. The God never let the commoners of Kala suffer to work days and nights to even support their own life. The God never forced Kala's women to be the wealty people's "maidens" to come home with a plate of food to feed their babes.

 

No. It was politics. It was wealth and nobles. It was the King. King Aleksandr.

 

Seth had an opportunity on his hands. He would make the God talk, make him speak of Aleksandr's responsibilities and weaknesses. Suddenly, Seth had an epiphany, a calling of sorts. He would be Aleksandr's kingslayer.

 

"Worthy Gods you are." Seth spat, "incessantly obedient to the garbage you created. Never has walked the world such filth that has become the product of its product. But... For now," Seth knelt to the God. "My interest lies not in your fate, but of the King's." Seth used the opportunity of the God's moment of weakness. "Why does the King sit, fat and corrupt, while the people of Kala starve and suffer?"

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