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Posted on Sun Sep 29, 2013 22:19:26
*Tourivil stopped his current action, which was finding and locating teacups, to speak to faolin. He did not in any way acknowledge Fenrir with his body language, and he did not speak to him. *

Faolin, my friend, my greatest ally, were you not here, I would choke the life from your apprentice and feed him to the buzzards. But you are, so out of my deepest and most sincere respect for you, he may continue to live. *Tourivil said this with a smile plastered across his face. It was most likely not a genuine smile, but it was remarkable that he had maintained any sort of composure at all, given the stimuli. Strange certainly would have smeared Fenrir across the walls regardless of who was watching. *


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Posted on Mon Sep 30, 2013 15:05:10
"Violence is the last refuge of a scared man " Fenrir muttered darkly, quoting his old mentor Lao, but he did not stop with just that quote; "The fact it is your first resort makes you a sad and pitiful man at beat.

If progress is so damn important to you you'll have you're damn letters from the other Lords." Fenrir shot Faolin a disapproving look and then he was gone, off to reunite with Lord Troy.

-

Faolin grimaced as Fenrir vanished and shook his head; "you'll have to excuse him, he's never been one to keep his views to himself and nor does he cope well with loss... I'll pass on the tea thanks, I find it does not sit well when you're riding dragonback at breakneck speeds."

Faolin knew not of the Godly war of which Fenrir spoke but he would certainly need to find out about that as soon as he seen Fenrir next...

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Posted on Mon Sep 30, 2013 15:59:53
*Someone should have told him that it was his Gods that made the rain.* Brunnex added a few moments after Fenrir was gone. His eyes were a tad lidded and he'd been finding it rather hard to follow the conversation. *Brun did this.*

*I ought to teach that kid some respect. Tatrarus, I'll take him down right now. Don't even need this body to do it. I'll use this pinky." He rose his left hand in a fist pointing his pinky outwards.* It promptly fell off voiding his entire comment. Brunnex scooped it up and ate it his razor sharp teeth crunching through flesh and bone alike. *I'll take some of that tea.* He grumbled defeated.

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Posted on Mon Sep 30, 2013 16:41:31
"You don't look in any shape to do much of anything Brunnex, least of all take down Fenrir." Faolin called Brunnex by his real name for the first time since he had taken on his new persona, though he doubted it would take either of his two comrades by surprise that he had guessed the 'mans' true identity.

"What do you mean 'Brun did this'? He's definitely got the juice, but what cause would he have to lift Sazh's curse?"

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Posted on Mon Sep 30, 2013 17:12:17
"Couldn't tell you, Faolin." Brunnex replied scowling at his cleverness. "I jumped through some hoops for him and he lifted the curse. I dunno some Godly form of entertainment I suppose. I guess he really won in the end. I mean look what he f**king did to me." Brunnex would have brandished the pinky that had fallen off at Faolin but he had already eaten it. "And that little brat thinks too highly of his power. Someone ought to take him down a peg or two."

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Posted on Mon Sep 30, 2013 17:28:32
"I'll have a talk with him soon, but violence clearly isn't going to change his mind for the better any time soon now is it?" Faolin said with a sigh, Fenrir certainly was becoming more than a handful where certain people were concerned. The reason Faolin had entrusted a Dragon Egg to him was the very same reason that he was now becoming a problem, Faolin would need to isolate him from the peoples of Unu'keth as much as possible in the coming weeks to avoid a future problem arising...

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Posted on Mon Sep 30, 2013 18:17:09
f**ked up.

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Posted on Tue Oct 01, 2013 03:27:06
*Tourivil poured Brunnex a glass of tea, and handed it to him gingerly. Only after this, did he speak. *

Faolin, you dealt with my master in the past, so you know where I am coming from when I say this, and I beg your pardon should you take any offense to it...

*Tourivil's voice, which had been calm and composed exploded into a roar of pent up anger. His body shook with indignation, his hands had twisted themselves in vile claws, and the very air around him seemed to raise perhaps ten degrees in temperature. *

...But if your apprentice so much as looks at me with his ignorant and judgmental eyes, I will tear out his heart and feast upon it! If he employs one more pretentious turn of phrase, I will bind his soul to a stone so that I may torture it for all time! Should he once more turn his naive little nose up at me, in my own goddamn house no less and while I have sworn to protect his family, I will do nothing less than keep him alive while I debone his legs and arms, then make him crawl on the jellied stumps like the worm he is!


*Tourivil then took a deep, deep breath. His hands unclenched, his voice became calm again, and the air seemed to cool as he released this anger. He took another moment to ensure he was collected, and spoke. *

My apologies for that Faolin, I thought perhaps it would be best for you to see that anger, rather than continue to keep it under the metaphorical rug. I will pray that your trip is uneventful, my friend.

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Posted on Sun Oct 06, 2013 02:11:38
Faolin was not one to act upon impulse or reflex, and in this particular instance that character trait may well have saved his life, or at least the life of another within the room at the time. His mental reaction, perhaps steaming more from Erda's mind than his own, was to lash out defensively towards Tourivil and warn him off from touching Fenrir in anyway. That, however, would have been incredibly unwise and luckily his higher thought processes kicked in before he spoke. He took a moment to fully absorb Tourivil's outburst, nodding acceptingly as he done so, and then with a final nod he spoke in a calm and collected manner; "Very well Tourivil, I shall do my best to keep you and him apart for our side's sake; we cannot afford to lose either of you and it is clear that cooperation will not come easy for either of you.

Before I go I have a question for you Brunnex."

Faolin cast his gaze towards the huge demonic looking creature questioningly; "For a while there Erda and I could sense disruptions in that energy, so we turned our minds towards it and I swear that I felt you there too...Or rather several of you, is this why you are as battered as you are now, did you engage whatever the hell that thing is?"

Faolin was talking, of course, about the incredible concentration of magic that still washed over Sardo even now. If Brunnex had indeed fought against it and not come out on top then this thing was as dangerous as it seemed, Faolin just had to hope it didn't go on the offensive any time soon...



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Posted on Sun Oct 06, 2013 17:32:09
Brunnex did not even blink when Tourival showed his true anger at Fenrir. He merely began to sip the tea before him making something of a face that said he was more bothered about the taste of the tea than Tourivil's rage. In truth he knew Tourivil to have inherited the ways of his Master and Faolin was lucky that he had not taken all of Strange into his heart or Fenrir would be dust in the wind by now.

Brunnex looked up at Faolin with eyes of complete and utter seriousness. "No, Faolin, I annoyed that thing." His eyes cast downward in shame. "He is no mortal man. They call him Si'fa: Father of the Elves and I have feared him since the very first time I consumed an Elf. They know him as their Father. He is the first son of Balthazar and Hecate. He's Tourival's long lost very great grandfather. Every single elf goes back to him or so they say. He is powerful enough top be that ancient is all I know. But it was not he that wounded me this way. Blame your God, Brun, and my own selfish greed for that."


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Posted on Sun Oct 06, 2013 21:27:46
Faolin's mouth fell open as Brunnex answered his question, and it remained open as he stared blankly at the man in complete shock. Surely Brunnex was mistaken? According to legend the Si'fa hasn't been seen for centuries, some say that he began a long-sleep thats ending would mark the beginning of the end days, others say he was finally killed by a great hero...Faolin had always hoped it was the latter.

If the Si'fa was alive and well, and more importantly in Sardo, then this Elven threat was even greater than he had ever feared. The presence that he felt somehow seemed to feel even darker now that he knew whom it belonged to.

"The Si'fa...We may need the help of those above and below us to defeat him...Even our forebears were no match for his power, or so the legends go anyway. I have to say, I'm interested to see what he's got first hand..." Erda sounded cautious within their mind, but there was a hint of excitement mixed in as he spoke. He knew as much about the Si'fa as Faolin did so he certainly knew that he was not someone you wanted to anger, and yet he still had a desire to see this living legend in person.

Faolin's entire body convulsed as he shook himself from his daze, closing his mouth into a tight scowl; "Brunnex, are you certain it was the Si'fa you fought? It certainly explains how something could be so powerful, he's millenia old and as far as I know theres only ever been one or two people in all of that time that have been able to stand on even footing against him in a battle.

Worse than that though, if the legends are to believed, is that he desires nothing but to fight and kill. If he enters into this war it won't be to enslave Sardo, it will be to obliterate it."

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Posted on Mon Oct 07, 2013 11:36:25
"I would not say it if it were not true." Brunnex stated resolutely. "He is as you fear and much more. However I get the impression he does not care for mortal affairs. I know his ilk; an unmatched warrior whose only wish is to test his own mettle. He has grown so powerful that mere mortals prove no challenge to him but he is bound to this world and that creates a deep frustration in his soul. He is cursed to forever walk the Earth in search of a true opponent. He will not concern himself with us if we do not provoke him. Our only concern is that he will strike at our most powerful warriors not for any tactical reason but simply for a challenge."

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Posted on Thu Oct 10, 2013 22:33:35
"This is grave indeed...If he has already approached you, arguably our strongest warrior, and won so easily as you suggest then perhaps he will lose interest and leave us be...Of course I find it hard to believe such a viewpoint will hold forever if we begin to defeat his children.

I must think on this, and more...We'll speak more when I return from Throll, though I have to say I don't have much hope that there is much left there now that I know this..."

Faolin dipped his head to Brunnex and eyed Tourivil for a second; "Thank you for having myself and Fenrir again Tourivil, I do swear to return the favor if I ever settle down after this war..."

He began making his way towards the door, mentally informing Erda to meet him as close to the city walls as possible for pick-up...

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Posted on Thu Oct 10, 2013 23:45:27
It is always my pleasure, Faolin. You will always be welcome in any house of mine. Perhaps after the war, should you have no place to settle, you would consider the Strangelands? City living, rural manor, country villa, any you choose, I will be more than happy to grant to you. *Tourivil said, a sincere smile on his face. *

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Posted on Sat Oct 12, 2013 15:35:14
"I could only dream of such luxury..." Faolin said with a long sigh as he pulled open the door, looking over his shoulder he grinned at Tourivil; "I'll probably spend the the rest of my long life trying to rebuild my Order properly, not much spare time to settle down there really is there?"

And with that Faolin left the room, closing the door shut behind him.

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Posted on Mon Oct 14, 2013 14:55:49
At least he's wise enough to know that. Brunnex declared once Faolin was well and truly gone. Sardo is problem after problem after problem. Only peace that man is going to get is the interval between them. Brunnex tilted his head back and let the rest of the scalding hot tea flow down his throat in one gulp.

I take it I haven't been gone too long? Brunnex asked a few moments later Godly time and all that nonsense.

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Posted on Mon Oct 14, 2013 15:34:03
*Tourivil took a moment, and smiled at Brunnex.*

When their is no peace to be found, we must make it for ourselves. You haven't been gone for more than a day or two. It has not been overly exciting here. Sure, I've volunteered for what will most likely be a suicide mission, but it does not overly trouble me. I will have to go before the elves, and attempt to talk them into a truce. I give myself a 50% chance of failing to convince them, a 30% of being killed outright, and a 20% of being successful. No matter what happens, it will make for a good story, yes?

But enough about me, how have you been? Tell me, is this whole parts falling off thing you have going to be permanent? *Tourivil said this while picking up a small bell from his desk, and ringing it. An inquisitor then poked his head into the room, peering around the door. *

Fetch Shane for me. I have an errand for him. Thank you. *The inquisitor hurried off, Tourivil placed the bell back on the table, and returned his full attention to brunnex. *

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Posted on Mon Oct 14, 2013 22:07:51
The streets of Unu'keth were a wonder to behold indeed, especially considering what they had been such a short time ago. There was an army of weeds bursting through the earthern walkways that made up the streets of Unu'keth every twenty feet or so which would need to be dealt with at some point, but that was just about the only downside Faolin could see to this miraculous growth spurt. It seems Brun had dealt out equal parts of life as Sazh had dealt despair to the Strangelands.

The growth outside of the city was even greater, trees had covered most of the landscape and created a natural barricade between Unu'keth and the outside world on all sides, but fortunately the trees growth seemed to have been blocked for many tens of metres before the walls themselves, so Erda didn't have too much trouble landing in front of the city for the pickup.

As Faolin strode out of the city gates he couldn't help but smile as he felt the soft earth give way under his bulk, the uncut grass which covered the dirt providing a notable cushion on which he walked, was lusher than he had ever seen grass and there was a seemingly endless variety of plantlife mixed amongst it. Even Erda almost didn't want to land, for doing so would certainly cause a great upturning of the earth around his landing area...Almost didn't want to anyway...



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Posted on Mon Oct 21, 2013 08:26:49
If nothing else our lives make for good stories. Brunnex replied dryly clearly unamused by this fact. When Tourivil finally addressed the subject he lowered his eyes in shame. Yes and no, old friend. I think that when I am fully recovered it may not be so extreme. It was my fault, Tourivil. My greed has finally struck a fatal blow. In much the same sorcery as the foe we faced nine months ago Brun summoned his final mortal form before me. We fought a long and arduous battle but when I finally overcame him I consumed him. If it was not bad enough to consume a mere remnant of Brun's soul raised by dark arts to fuel his body and mimic his mind but, I had forgotten, that the soul of Brun is as my own. We may not look similar any more but our souls differ only minutely and when I consume people, Tourival, I consume everything. There is no Underworld for those whom I take into my person. There is only a mass cairn of suffering souls which, quite frankly, I couldn't care less about but when I consumed Brun the wards placed upon my very soul in my creation that stop the demon, Ke, from consuming my very soul from within have become my undoing. Brun's remnant soul, unable to join the cairn, has attached itself to mine like a cancer and gives fake orders to my body trying to take control but, due to it's weaker nature, it simply destroys anything it tries to even move. I fear, perhaps, that one day Brun's soul will take over mine and Brunnex as you know him will die and Brun will be reborn on Earth even more powerful than the day he ascended.

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The moment the rain began to fall there was a notable change in Eidosa. He seemed genuinely exuberant; happy, enthusiastic. Shane, on the other hand, felt an intense rush of power as the rain hit him. For some time now he had been able to use water to heal himself but this water was different. It revitalised him to the limits of his power. He felt... fully charged. While Eidosa frolicked and rolled around in the new grass Shen went off and fetched a large gourd about four feet in height. He planted it firmly on the ground and opened it allowing some rain to fall into it.

He was collecting the residual water that dripped from trees and plants when the Inquisitor came to fetch him. Looking hesitantly over to his dragon Shane decided just to leave Eidosa to his fun. He gave the Inquisitor the nearly full Gourd and asked him to take it to his room for him before he stalked off to the Prophet's Tower.

Some ten minutes later, and about the time Brunnex was finished talking there was a knock on the door. It was, of course, Shane. Strange's Mask flew from where it sat and plopped itself on to Brunnex' head. As worn as the man was he remembered the last time he had let the boy spy him with those magic eyes. The mask would protect him from that.

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Posted on Mon Oct 21, 2013 16:26:03
*Tourivil took a moment to consider Brunnex's problem, and spoke in a slow serious voice before Shane arrived. *


Weelll... *He pulled the grimiore out of his robes, and flipped it open with a practiced ease. He stopped on a page which looked to be filled with nothing but chaotic scribbles and doodles of circles. It seemed to make a great deal of sense to Tourivil however. * I think that we could probably remove his soul from your body, with the proper equipment and rituals. And an absolutely huge amount of power. The only truly difficult thing would be differentiating his soul from yours....

...But I feel that it would be doable.

*as Shane knocked on the door, it swung open, and Tourivil lifted the grimiore up so that the boy would not be able to see what was on the page. He didn't wish to Jan him on accident. *

Shane, Fenrir's wife Yumi is somewhere in town. It has escaped my mind as to where she is. Find her, and bring her to me please. I have sworn to protect her while Fenrir is away, and I wish to make sure she is placed somewhere safe. Thank You.

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Posted on Tue Oct 29, 2013 17:33:44
Finding Lord Troy would prove easy enough once he was inside of the Sardonian host, and finding that many people all grouped together was remarkably easy indeed.

The first thing Fenrir noticed upon appearing was that the area was entirely void of large growths and trees, like the one that had engulfed Vol and the Elves, and instead was a serene grass plain where the soldiers all stood around in awe at the newly created haven around them. Not a single man seemed to be hurt at all, it were as if whatever had caused this, for he was not entirely convinced that it was Brun, had actually saw fit to protect these men from the otherwise potentially fatal growth of the landscape around them. There was some kindness in the world it seemed.

"The bull charges again..." Myrazia intoned dryly, flicking her tail through the air as he came to stand beside Fenrir whilst looking in the opposite direction.

The look of mixed amusement and disdain in her eyes caused Fenrir to turn in order to find its' source; a rather pissed off looking Ryuk marching towards them, Devan and Lord Troy in tow several yards behind him. The Ferrock did not looked pleased, he was never pleased when Fenrir left his side and for some reason Fenrir was pretty sure he wasn't fond of being taken using his technique.

"Stop leaving me behind brat!" Ryuk glowered as he came to a stand still, shaking his head furiously; "Whats up with your mug, eh? Look like someone just killed your puppy, and I can see your puppy is just fine..." He shoot a glare down towards Myrazia with his last comment, she only snorted in reply as though the insult amused her.

"When I am large enough I think I shall eat him." She noted mentally, as if she were adding it to an existing checklist of things she planned to do with her growth.

Fenrir ignored her comment and instead regarded Ryuk with a dark scowl and a narrowing of his eyes; "I am not in the mood."

He strut forward and shouldered passed his dark protector and nodded towards Lord Troy as he continued approaching; "Your treaties are sorely desired by the Prophet. Let us be about our business, we have wasted enough time, and lives, here today." He extended his open palm; "Devan, if you're coming along put your hand in as well, Ryuk you too."

Lord Troy looked at the hand as if it were an insult for a moment and then nodded; "Very well, I suppose we do have business to attend to." He placed his open hand on top of Fenrir's with some clear apprehension about doing so.

Devan frowned as he examined his friend, clearly able to tell something was up, he put his hand on top of Lord Troy's, but as he done so he asked; "Where's Vol and the two Elves? You went back for them, didn't you Fenrir?"

Fenrir felt Myrazia coil her tail around his left ankle and at the same time Ryuk put his hand on top of the pile with a rough grumble.

Without meeting any of their eyes Fenrir sighed and spoke; "Where is the nearest Lord we need to meet, Lord Troy?"

"He should be in a Fort about twenty five miles to the Northeast of here with roughly eighty men at his disposal. His men won't make a difference in the war, but his voice would in a meeting room." Lord Troy answered curtly and without hesitation, clearly uncaring about Vol's whereabouts.

"Where is Vol?" Devan repeated, this time more sternly; "Fenrir, you did go back for him didn't you?" By the sound of his voice Fenrir could tell Devan couldn't believe that Fenrir might not have at least tried to save Vol from the growing forest he had pulled them from.

"He didn't make it." Fenrir said with a helpless sigh; "I went back, but I wasn't quick enough...I'm sorry.

I'll need silence to concentrate, It'll be tricky finding someone I've never sensed before from so far away..."

It was true he needed the silence to help him concentrate but it wasn't strictly necessary, he would just rather not hear Devan's response to his failures. Devan had known Vol for longer, he might have considered him a friend, and Fenrir had failed to protect him just as he had failed to protect Devan and the other Villagers back home from Nahkaro and Auron when they attacked. He couldn't bear failing his friend anymore, he wouldn't do it again. Never again.





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Posted on Thu Oct 31, 2013 11:39:36
When Shane entered he looked up at the two men. Beranebus, for some reason, was on the floor. There was something both off and mysteriously familiar about that man. He could use the eyes but he had a feeling that mask did more than just hide his face. His Master would no doubt find the use of his eyes, successful or no, deeply rude.

When Tourival imparted the task on him he raised a brow but nothing more. Yes, Master. I will see to it right away. He replied and, with a respectful bow, departed. He too remembered the promise he had made to Fenrir.

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Did you ask him about that mark? Brunnex said as the boy left the room. Whomever's help he contracted to kill me will what a kill in return. The boy is too important a pawn in this war to be owing favours to people.

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Posted on Thu Oct 31, 2013 20:07:52
It...is not a conversation I have been looking forward too Brunnex. *Tourivil said, and his silver eyes cast their gaze onto the floor. *

That boy represents the best hope of having a real legacy that I will ever have. He can make your break blood magic, not just in this land, but on this world. If I scare him off, or chase him away, my art, the art of my master, well it dies Brunnex. The Mages who are in the forest are good, but they are merely reciting incantations learned by wrote memorization. They do not create, they replicate. Shane could be great, with his latent powers and the correct teachings, one day he will be able to tear the gods themselves down. He has the potential to be just as good as Strange was in life, and a thousand times more stable.

The opportunity to teach him, to be his master, is something that mages dream about. I could bring up your death, I could confront him about it, I still have the bone....but I am hesitant to do so.

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Posted on Thu Oct 31, 2013 22:42:16
'The boy needs guidance, Tourival.' Brunnex advised. 'And you are the only man alive he respects enough to take it from. This legacy you speak of is in danger. Whatever it is he has gotten himself into is clearly not rooting for you. Something needs to be done about this. Did I ever tell you why he killed me? What it was he gleamed from me with those eyes?'

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Posted on Sat Nov 02, 2013 18:50:15
It is perhaps not the answer which I wanted, but the one that I needed to hear. You are of course right Brunnex, i knew I kept you around for something. I will speak to the boy about it soon, and we will see what he has gotten himself into. *Tourivil said with a resigned nod of his head. *

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Posted on Sun Nov 03, 2013 19:59:34
As Shane exited Tourivil's tower and began making his way into the city of Unu'keth to begin the search of Yumi a voice called out from behind him, a voice that was foreign and unknown to him and yet rung with a strange chord of familiarity. It did not raise above normal conversational levels and yet it cut through the hustle and bustle of the city, Shane would have heard it clearly; "Hello there Shane, it's certainly been a while.

Someone's lost a head of hair since we last met, of course I suppose I've technically lost more than that..."

When Shane turned around he would see an Elf sitting atop the building to the immediate right of the Prophet's tower, his legs swaying gently as the hung over the edge of the roof. The Elf looked like any other Elf of around twenty years though his skin was utterly flawless and he appeared to not be marked by time or battle at all, it would not take much of a leap to infer this Elf was of the Inarus breed, especially if Shane were to quickly scan his magical reserves which were astounding and certainly not Sardonian-Elven in nature.

Before Shane could respond to the Elf however the air around him would distort and for an instant Shane would see the smirking features of Auron, golden hair unruffled and gleaming in the bright sun's rays. The illusion would last only a moment and then once again he would be staring down the strange Elf, which bore a smirk that was strangely reminiscent of the Demigod's...

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Posted on Sun Nov 10, 2013 14:48:19
*And so we meet again, Auron. Or would you prefer I call you A?* If nothing else a tad of Tourival's nonchalance had been passed in their training. His trident materialised standing before it and he clutched it in one hand neither offensively or defensively. In fact he rather held it like a staff or walking stick.

Trouble? Eidosa was alert to Shane's fear despite it not outwardly being shown and that he wasn't actually there.

Perhaps, alert Tourivil.

*And what, pray tell, can I do for the murderous brother of my best friend?* Shane asked the elf that seemed to be Auron. Whether this was some form of an illusion or mind control or even body snatching Shane did not know. He merely knew that, by Auron's power, it could very well be either of them.

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Eidosa ran for Tourival's quarters. He had not realised before how well his legs were suited for speed and although he knew he would never fly he felt that one day his legs would be good for leaping. Leaping was enough if one was swift enough and Eidosa certainly felt swift. He just hoped that at this stage he could be swift enough to summon help for Shane before Auron completed whatever deathly task he was surely here to commit!

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Brunnex made a deep, rumbling sound and closed his eyes thankful that the matter of his death would soon be resolved.

*You never did explain how you came to protect yourself these last nine months. I seem to remember Strange saying something about it 'not being him'.* Brunnex asked merely curious what sort of ancient secret Tourival had probably been using. He was a crafty one.

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Posted on Sun Nov 10, 2013 15:15:05
"Now now, is that any way to talk to a comrade?" Auron asked with a smirk and a light chuckle, this boy was different from when last they had seen each other for certain. That was to be expected though, given his new master and discipline. Still though, if Auron had not been aware of Shane's training he might even have been surprised by how the boy now carried himself. Still quick to arm himself though, something his master only done when the need had fully arisen.

"I was just wondering how you had been these past months, just a social call is all." Auron paused for a moment and pulled a face as if he had just had an idea, though it was an overly theatrical one and had obvious sarcastic implications; "Oh! But whilst I'm here, why don't we go on a little road trip?

I've already seen what my little brother can do, at least partially, but I've gotta say I'm a little worried you're not as prepared to fight our foes. Don't worry, I'll make sure no harm befalls you and you'll be back before even your master can notice.

You've got to be just itching to stretch those legs of yours by now surely? Sitting around for nine months whilst your 'best-friend' fought these Elves must have been quite relaxing, but your little holiday is over I'm afraid."

Auron was attempting to antagonize Shane into action, he knew of the air of rivalry the boy and his brother possessed and was playing on that in order to lure Shane out into the field. He truly would not any harm come to the boy, he was a powerful ally for the moment after all, but he was incredibly eager to see his new training in action...And even more so those eyes of his. Matsoyu's eyes had been older by far and yet Shane had been able to out maneuver him in their usage, somehow the boy's Occulis Genkai were more advanced and Auron was just dying to know why.

Of course his curiosity was fueled by more than a scholars interest, but his plans for those eyes of Shane's were on the distant horizon and for now he would be content simply observing them in use...

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Posted on Sun Nov 10, 2013 18:29:21
*Tourivil tapped his finger tips on the wood of his desk. Strange had often claimed to be able to see the future. Tourivil had been fairly sure this was crap, and Strange had just gotten good at reading people's emotions and predicting their reactions to things. That being said, Tourivil was getting a little feeling in the back of his that someone wanted to talk to him. He brushed this feeling off, and looked at Brunnex. *

I had a choice. I could surrender to the Elves, Die fighting them, or take the easy way out. I took the easy way out, and that is all that I wish to say right now. *Tourivil's voice had a final note in it. He was still not ready to really talk about what he considered to be one of his greater failures. *



*A slow smile then crossed his face. * But be sure it will come back to bite me one day, and I will most likely need your help to deal with it.

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Posted on Mon Nov 11, 2013 19:40:57
So much had happened so fast, Faolin could hardly believe the situation he currently found himself in. The clouds helped to free his mind and the fresh air blowing hard against his face helped shake any doubts he had, but there were so many of them they would probably have to triple their speed to shake free of them all.

"Even a few days ago I would never have thought this is where we would be today; fighting a war against the Si'fa, and alongside Auron no less...I wonder what our forebears would make of where I am leading our Order." Having Erda to rely on as a constant mental balance was probably the only reason Faolin was still sane after all these years and all the things he has seen, after all the battles he's fought against man, beast and even God. Certainly his partner was always more certain in his views than Faolin was, and even after all of this time together Faolin was still surprised sometimes by just how resolute Erda could be in the face of anything. Being the direct son of two Gods, Shakom and Leagona, probably aided his attitude quite a bit as it did all Dragons but even then Erda was a tougher customer than most Dragons.

"You are leading the Order as best as possible in these times, even the Riders of old dared not engage the Si'fa directly...Well all except for Grandmaster Varyl, but he alone was a match for the Si'fa's strength back then.

Now, now it falls to us and the fledglings, and to the bloodmage and his pet Brunnex. We are a group no less fierce in nature than the Order of old; together we have faced down Shades and our own Dead and we did not baulk then, we shall not now. If our enemy truly is the Si'fa then we will need whatever aid we can gather, even from the likes of the Demigod...No matter how much I'd rather just rip him in half."
Luckily flying was first nature to Erda and he didn't even need to think at all to properly navigate the air currents in the Sardonian sky, especially when it was as calm a day as it currently is, meaning that his mind was almost fully free to converse with Faolin. He spoke defiantly as he recounted the days of old, when the first Rider still walked the world and guided the Order, but his voice fell into a resounding grumble as he mentioned working alongside Tourivil and Brunnex. He did not hold a grudge against either of the men, but knew that if the need arose both of them would have no problem attempting to kill both him and Faolin and for that reason he was always on his guard when they were near. Other than that though Tourivil was a civil enough man, and certainly one of intellect and tact and a worthy ally, whilst Brunnex's raw strength could not be denied. If he had a nagging dislike for those men then it was clear from his voice when he spoke of Auron that he had a burning fury, the boy had caused nothing but hardship and strife for them after all.

"You are right, Auron is a necessary evil for now. I do not know what game he plays, but I doubt the authenticity of his allegiance towards us. He serves no master before himself. The problem is that he is unmistakably one of the strongest men I have ever encountered in my life, I fear that we have not even saw his full strength and yet he has shown enough to cause me to guard myself around his person. If he were to turn sides, or otherwise betray us, at an opportune enough time I believe he could unravel anything we accomplish in this war.

Everyone saw firsthand the havoc that resurrection technique of his caused once before, those men may be sealed away from his clutches for the time being but I have no doubt in my mind at all that Auron has found equally, if not more so, fearsome combatants to call forth from the Underworld. I must learn more of this technique of his, of its limitations and its weaknesses, for I know that some time in the future I, or at least Fenrir and Shane, shall have to fight against it once more..."


"It is Necromancy of the highest form...Even for a Shade binding the likes of Brun, multiple times, and Shang Tao would surely not have been possible with standard methods of revival. What process is used to call forth those from the beyond with complete control over them I cannot imagine, but it is a dangerous tool indeed and one we must rid from the world with great haste.

To leave its secrets solely in the hands of one such as Auron would be a crucial mistake indeed, but I doubt he shall part with his secrets willingly. We have never had luck in the past, but if he does indeed betray us in the future and we manage to capture him then we will need to put our full efforts into breaking into his mind and taking from it all that he knows. For one so young to possess the knowledge he does is incredible, even I am curious as to where he gathered such information..."
Erda spoke with apprehension in his voice, as if even now he were trying to work out how Auron was as knowledgeable and powerful as he was. Erda had complete confidence in his own power, and that of Faolin, but he was not naive enough to think that they were beyond the likes of Auron. He preferred brute force and fighting his enemies face on, but he could also admit there were times when tact and stealth were neccesary, though he obviously did not excel in the latter.

"His knowledge is sourced from some magical means, that much is clear, but what his exact methods of gathering it is I do not know. Just another question we will need answered should the day ever come when he raises his sword against us..." Faolin sighed heavily and at the same time as he cleared his lungs he tried to clear his head of these stray thoughts, they were not the heart of the issue right now. Throll was his current objective, though he truly doubted the Si'fa would have left much for him to investigate there.

"The Threllos are powerful and wise, at least once they get past their own arrogance, there is every chance that some of them evaded fighting the Si'fa entirely and are in hiding somewhere." Erda commented as he felt his Rider's doubts, looking to quell them before they truly took root.

"Yes, I hope you're right, I truly do..." Faolin replied hesitantly...

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Devan and the others looked on in astonishment as Elf after Elf was struck by an almost imperceviably fast attack, or was knocked down entirely as Fenrir bludgeoned them in some manner; be it with his fist, the flat of his weapon or some other part of his body. It was incredible to consider but he was pretty sure Fenrir was even faster than when they were first reunited, either that or he had been slowing himself down during that fight and was no longer doing so!

Only half an hour ago they had been inside a small, rather well hidden, cave system in the north-east of Sardo in the company of Lords Troy and Bradley, the latter of whom controlled the cave system with his forces and used it to hide a fair amount of civilians from the Elves. They hadn't been in the saftey of the cave fifteen minutes before Fenrir had found him once again and asked if he wished to accompany him on a 'rescue mission', he could hardly say no to his friend and the chance to save fellow resistance fighters.

As it turned out the 'rescue mission' was actually more of a matter of reinforcing a group of Sardonian soldiers that had, only moments before their arrival, ambushed a group of Elves patrolling the Sardonian countryside. The enemy numbered twenty or so whilst they were twenty five, plus Devan and Fenrir upon their arrival.

The Elven convoy was supposed to be patrolling the roads between New Orkonaso and Sardo, watching out for any Resistance activity. Unfortunately for them however their patrol route took them through a rather dense forest, with only a single path for them to travel down. It was the perfect ambush spot, and although the Elves knew of its obvious danger there was no other road open to them, and anyway they were most likely using it as a trap of their own to draw out Resistance soldiers. Who exactly was springing a trap on whom Devan was not sure, but he was certain that once Fenrir was finished with them the Elves would wish they had drawn another route up entirely.

He did not know why Fenrir hadn't brought along his Dragon but it was nowhere in sight, it certainly might have helped but he wasn't going to question his clearly more combat-experienced friend in these matters.

As soon as Fenrir located their allies he took them straight there, and instantly he sped forward and knocked aside the sword of an Elf moments before it cut an Ork down the breast. He clashed with the Elf several times and then landed a quick series of slashes as his weapon transformed into a lithe dagger.

As the Elf had fallen to the ground Fenrir had turned and, unclasping it with a single motion, tossed his small grey pouch at Devan's feet with the call of; "Think of iron throwing knives and keep pulling them out, throw them around the place!"

Devan had done as he was told and, much to his surprise had began pulling out knife after knife from the deceptively small pouch. He wasn't a good thrower at all, so when he did pick out a target his knife didn't even get close but that didn't seem to be Fenrir's aim at all and he didn't miss a beat as he began vanishing from one spot and appearing over a throwing knife somewhere else.

In a matter of seconds Fenrir was in control of the battle, but Devan had been spotted now and he could see the blood rage descend on an Elf's face as he lifted his free hand towards him.


He was still staring at the blur of motion that was Fenrir, but from the corner of his eye he saw the Elf's hand raise up towards him, his fingers purse together and a satisfied grin appear on his enemy's well tanned face and then...

Just as it appeared that the Elf was about to click, and most likely blow Devan to smithereens, Fenrir appeared in the air behind him, revolving wildly through the air, and landed a kick so mighty it sent the Elf crashing to earth with enough force to create a small dust cloud upon impact. Before his friend even began falling back to earth he was gone again. He was like a force of nature, watching him fight was like watching a storm ravage a forest.

Snapping out of his daze Devan quickly surveyed the area around him and saw that his side was quickly dwindling in numbers, even if the enemies was falling quite fast thanks to Fenrir's efforts alone it did not look like his own side would hold up long enough to be called the victors.

Throwing Fenrir's pouch aside Devan lifted his own sword and shield up and charged towards the nearest Elf, whom was currently engaged with four Resistance fighters and was having no trouble at all matching them blow for blow. In fact, if anything, the Elf was leading the small clash and was gaining ground with every block, and even more with every strike forward.

Devan let loose a grunt as he put all of his might behind a horizontal slash as he came up behind the distracted Elf, it was an attack that would cripple any normal foe and certainly allow his allies to follow up and kill their foe.

Much to his dismay however the Elf seemed to sense his presence, or perhaps heard his grunt, and acted instantly, as if out of instinct. Without bending at the knee or otherwise preparing beforehand at all he suddenly flew into the air, at the same time Devan and the others were all sent staggering backwards as they were hit by a sudden gust of wind.

Devan half-followed the Elf's progress through the air as he tucked and tumbled, flipping backwards and over his head.

Devan heard the thud of feet behind him but could not turn to face his foe in time to see his attack coming, instead he felt a sudden burning sensation just above his left shoulder blade which caused him to cry out and drop his shield. Before he knew it he felt the bite of the Elf's blade a second time, this time running width-ways along the small of his back. It would seem the padded leather armour he wore was doing nothing in the way of protecting him from the cuts and slices of the Elven blade.

He was sure a third, and perhaps final, blow was about to come but still his primal urge to survive drove him on and he began whipping around to face his foe, knowing full-well inside that he would not be fast enough to make a difference.

Then, there came a blood-curdling half-scream half-roar from across the battlefield that Devan could not immediately see the source of. All at once he felt a sudden burst of strength, and in the blink of an eye he was facing his foe as the third strike he had expected came rushing towards him in the form of a well-placed thrust.

To his surprise, he willed his arm to bring his sword up and knock the blade aside before it struck him, and his body responded instantly and without flaw in the motion. The Elf was rocked as his sword was knocked from his hands, surprise clear on his face as his eyes grew wide. Seeing his opportunity Devan stepped forward and plunged his blade deep into his foe's gut, twisting it and pulling it out a moment later.

He knew these Elves were tough bastards so just to make sure he brought his sword back and, with a surprising amount of ease, swung it forward and split the Elf's head from his body.

What had he just done? No, how had he just done it!? He spun around to see what his allies had thought of his sudden flurry of movement and was concerned to see that they stared at him as they would a burning inferno of an odd hue, as if he were not natural but instead a startling and dangerous thing to behold. Curiosity brought his eyes down to his own body, and surprise caused them to dilate immensely as he saw that he was glowing a bright and all-encompassing gold.

His skin, and even his armor though to a lesser degree, burned bright like gleaming gold catching a midday sun. It was unnatural for sure, and yet Devan felt no ill affect from it...In fact he felt great! He had been able to keep up with, and even kill, the Elf with ease and he wasn't tired at all. Even the wounds he knew should be crippling on his back felt only somewhat irritating, more like scratches that cuts. Whatever had taken hold of him was a miracle, and it had certainly saved his life.

As his eyes glided over his golden body he saw that from the left side of his waist the golden aura trailed off through the air. He followed it and sure enough found it's source; Fenrir, whom looked as if he had fought a hundred battles since Devan had last saw him.

Strangely though the whites of Fenrir's eyes were bright yellow, not nearly as deep or metallic as the sheen on Devan's body but certainly comparable in nature. The golden aura led to Fenrir's own waistline and wrapped around him like a belt, tying the two of them together.

Before Devan could think to question what Fenrir had done he caught movement out of the corner of his eyes and saw that another Elf was coming towards him, and three appeared to be gunning for Fenrir now...

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