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(Less OOC and updates, and more story content!)

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It was clear that the seer had fainted or even worse, but in the pitch black tunnel, there was no way to tell. Their panicked voices calling for each other had settled into a two-file march, each holding each other's hands to ensure that no one was left behind. The seer now rested on this makeshift hammock of arms as they navigated the passage, which was thankfully free of forks and labyrinths. One hand clasping the other's arm, the other hand touching the wall to locate any passageways, they walked forward at a slow pace.

No one had said anything, but this marching pattern would serve as an 'emergency rope' in the case they were being led into a pit. Still, death by pit was better than getting desecrated by the monsters that now infested Castle Cyndar.

Silence settled on the party as they continued their long march through the dingy, empty passageway - and at last, a knight at the lead whispered. "Light. Oh Lumbra's Grace... I see light..."

He was right. Up ahead, the tunnel petered out, revealing a small chamber hewn out of ancient granite by centuries of water erosion. From the mouth of the cave, golden daylight streamed in, illuminating dust specs and a small horde of bats that hung from the ceiling of the cave. As they emerged, the creatures quickly took to the air and fled the cave.

Natsuki tiredly followed the cave to the exit and stopped in her tracks as she saw the ocean from her vantage point. The rising suns flooded the plains and the red ocean in a disgusting parody of the dawn.

"Blood...?" she managed to whisper as her eyes explored the vista.

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Post Re: Jungalore: The New World [Main RP Thread]
Philena was on her way back to Lake Forkheads when it happened. A troop of Meridians ran into her and The Girl as they followed the now grassy plains of Selkalon, along with Captain Altans and Mistress Alta-ira.

"It seems as though these are a few of the remaining Meridians." Alta-ira spoke, upset at the turn of events.

"Bellamy lives, as does the Assassin's and Pirate's Guilds." Philena herself added, "It is at least good that you have joined us, for we were unsure of what to do after our visit besides regroup. Has Eiryk or Karliah returned since their departure?"

The captain and the mistress shook their heads and Philena looked down with worry. She had feared the worst when a letter fell from the sky.

"A pigeon letter?" Altans remarked, he opened it and read its contents.

Dire news.

Karliah had made her way to Fort Frenga to defend the town from a new creature, as depicted on the back of the parchment. Altans shook his head at this news and Philena let out a worried sigh.

"You are the new queen, Philena." Alta-ira remarked, "What will you do?"

She gave it some thought before stating, "I want all able-bodied people to go with the captain to aid Karliah and the people of Fort Frenga."

"Understood."

"Captain Altans, does the letter mention Eiryk?" Philena asked.

"It says the boy went out on his own accord. Seems she isn't very fond of his action."

Philena closed her eyes and then continued, "The rest of you are with me. We establish Selk as our new town."

"Will they be receptive to such refugees?" One spoke up.

"Bellamy will have our backs."

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Eiryk collapsed to the ground, weary at his duel with the construct, yet after so much trouble, he wouldn't let up. He pierced its eye straight on and the corruption oozed from its core before it exploded. He laughed a little, vomitting blood and trying to keep his own organs inside his body after engaging the beast. He could only try, given that his left shoulder had been dislocated, and his right arm which he used to draw the bowstring had been broken during the battle. He leaned against the ruined armor pieces and smiled.

"Well, I guess the world is screwed..."

...

"Eiryk..."

"Eiryk..."

"You cannot die here."

A familiar scene stretched out before Eiryk as he opened his eyes. A realm of clouds, and a light stood before him. A voice echoed in this scene, seemingly coming from the light.

"Eiryk. You must go to the tomb of the dark queen with those you can trust. With their powers, the world will return to normal."

Before he could say any more, the light glowed ever brighter before he awoke in another familiar place...

A place engulfed in shadows, watched over by a necromancer.

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The path wound through the hills before settling into a plain as the sunset ended and a brilliant, alien moon slowly rose from the utterly unfamiliar sky as Ahnbein kept up with the two people walking ahead of her. As far as her eye could see, the grassland stretched out into the distant horizon under the whitish-blue moonlight, dotted with...

She stopped in her tracks, her attention turning to the eastern plains. Upon further inspection, she realized those pebbles she though she saw were actually grave markers, each with flowers offered. Inscribed into the black stones in alien letters writ in fine gold must have been the name of the buried. Noticing her halt, the two men also stopped and let her take in the vista. She turned to them, her eyes speaking the question more clearly than her book could.

"Ah, they are the many dead - those who sacrificed themselves to save existence itself too long ago..."

She looked back at the field - and as far as she could see, these grave markers stretched from horizon to horizon.

"Well, no... not the ones that died during the cataclysm your world faced. This was..." the man in the duster sighed. "...Too long ago. But as long as I speak their name - as long as I remember who these people were; they will not be truly gone from existence. Oblivion will not take them."

An uncomfortable silence fell as they resumed their journey to the end of the Path of Reconsideration. A wall of shimmering air stood before the group and Yemhelch touched it, causing ripples to expand outward into the air.

"This is the boundary between this world and yours. I'll go first, see if it's safe." Yemhelch offered. "Usually, it's ladies first... but we might be walking right into that dragon... monster... thing's path..."

She nodded assent and he walked in. The man wearing the robe nodded. "He's made it across, south of Frenga Farms. After you."

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The sounds of the forest had been replaced with a sinister silence. The sky was overcast with low-hanging clouds and bathed the forest in pitch black.

"It's quiet... too quiet..." Yemhelch breathed out as he regained his footing and readied his tanto.

"Cut it with the movie quotes, you."

At this, Ahnbein gave them a quizzical stare.

"er... it's nothing. Lets go."

Ahnbein, Yemhelch and the man in the traveler's cloak made their way north towards Frenga Farms, their ears straining against the silence to pick out any trace of their mark.

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Post Re: Jungalore: The New World [Main RP Thread]
Aside from the blood dripping from the walls and the massive tower of what appeared to be solid darkness cutting the sky in two from where Cyndar Castle stood, it was as if nothing was wrong. That was a clear deception, however - the last scout in the party training her spyglass on the walls had spotted six dozen demons wandering around the walls - countless more still inside. Of course, they had struck out south from the hills, hoping regroup in Wynd Bay - perhaps catch a boat to Selk or Vel Da Ir.

The path to Wynd Bay ended suddenly - a section of the land collapsed into sea... and in the distance, the telltale signs of civilization nearly drowned by the rising red seas.

"Oh no..." Natsuki groaned at this gruesome vista.

"... surely we're not the last alive, right? We have to find the high ground." a knight-apprentice mumbled as he looked around, spotting flotsam from the town that once was.

"I suppose so..." she replied at last. "Frenga Farms, perhaps?"

"Good call, ma'am." the knight with the blonde hair nodded. "We were using that as a central staging point for our investigation of Dreamers' Hill."

"A day's journey..." she replied. "And we'll have to find food in the wild. Does anyone know anything about food procurement in the wild?"

The scout and the knight-apprentice both raised their hands.

"Allright, so we'll head to Frenga Farms as fast as we can. If those monsters catch us out here in the open, we're dead."

"But Lady Natsuki, what if the demons have overrun Frenga Farms already?" a knight questioned her.

"Then, we're dead." she sighed. "At least the forest covers will give us a fighting chance..."

She didn't sound convinced - after all, she knew quite well what lurked in the darkness of Frenga Farms.

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They trudged on through the dark forest, the soft haze north echoing light from Frenga Farms serving as a guide in the moonless, starless night. They must've set up fires to light up the village to stave away the darkness, he thought to himself.

Aside from a few rodents that quickly scurried out of their way, the trip was uneventful - the dark being the only obstacle that slowed them down significantly. Yemhelch sighed as the clearing was breached, and the stout walls of Frenga Farms came to view. Illuminated by magickally enhanced holy fire, they were a solid defensive position - and several hundred humans along with a meridian here and there, an elvine, reptal or kemonor along them all helping several civilians evacuate to the south of the wall.

"Were we too late?" the man wearing the rangers' suit mumbled.

Waving their hands as they approached the crowd, they approached the crowd and asked them what was happening.

"We built this damn wall facing the wrong way is what happened!" a flustered knight sighed as he drew a handcart full of possessions along with him, a family of four at his heels. "We got scout reports that a massive demon is headed straight towards Frenga Farms! And worst of all..."

"Worst of all...?" Yemhelch prompted him.

"We haven't seen hide or hair of those weird beasts that were running rampant south of Frenga Farms in days!"

A grumble went up, with some proposing another wall be built northwards while others wanted the current wall dismantled and rebuilt facing north.

"We're here to help." Yemhelch explained. "What's the plan of defense?"

"We don't have much of a plan." the knight admitted. "But whoever can put up a fight's gathering at the Cyndar Knights camp. Worst case scenario, we'll cut our losses and escape into the forest."

"And Lumbra knows what's lurking in there! We're all dead!" an older man groaned at this.

"Shut it, you pessimist!" the woman with him snapped, giving him a light sock on the head.

They left the crowd and passed through the makeshift gate, past the once-peaceful village and to the makeshift camp flying a tattered Knights of Cyndar banner. Here, a variety of fighters had gathered and were sitting around campfires, preparing their weapons and checking their armor. Upon explaining that they were volunteering for civic defense, they were shown to the second-largest tent and a man in his late 30's greeted them.

"I'm Commander Aodhan. I know its not usual protocol for the Knights to accept help from mercenaries... but these are desperate times. Understand, however... that we have next to nothing to repay you with."

Ahnbein shook her head. Yemhelch read her mood and followed through. "It's fine, Commander. In times like these, we have to help each other. Still, we'd appreciate it if you could provide us with weapons and armor."

He sighed. "We don't have much. The armory in Castle Cyndar was overrun when the demons attacked there... and what we have are spares our field Quartermasters brought with us."

At this, Ahnbein's eyes widened a bit at the implications. "Anything is fine." Yemhelch insisted.

"Very well. I'll escort you three to the forges."

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Post Re: Jungalore: The New World [Main RP Thread]
Blood.

Whether it was the blood on her clothes and armor or the blood dripping from her blade, to the seas that were dyed red by it, she was tired of the sight. However, Karliah knew that when it came to these Paladins, it would be life or death.

For what reason could she give them? After all, once she was like them.

Blind.

Arrogant.

Ignorant.

Words passed through her mind, whereas once before she would cut the heads of those who would use such words on her, now they were used against her. She was a blasphemer, fighting those of her own kind, her own class, and yet, only she had raised the question thus far.

"Is this really what Lumbra wants? Pain? Death? Blood?"

"If our god is all good, then why does he desire such evil things?"

"If I caused these same things, does that make me... evil?"

The questions continued to ring through her mind, as the sparks of clashing metal flew to the snowy grounds leading up to the temple. A light breeze carried the flakes as they descended on the cliffs.

A step.

A swing.

The man narrowly misses as she drives her blade in between the cracks of his armor.

His blood, like the others before him, pours down her blade, and is soaked up in her hands.

Just like those she had killed.

Those who wronged her god, and thus, wronged her.

Karliah gasped as the man fell, tiredness taking her slowly. She knew Eiryk had to be there, at least, given the footsteps and the presence of a motive. She chided him under her breath for running off without her. She chided him for not giving her a better measure of warning. Yet she pressed on. Soon she stood at the top of the cliffs, looking on at the new base of operations for the Church of Lumbra.

However, before she could rush on, the Grand Paladin stepped out, smiling, and gave a warm welcome with a smile.

"Well... If it isn't dear Karliah." The tall armoured man stated. "How we have been searching for you."

"So I've learned. You proved to be quite the nuisance." She responded, harshness in her voice.

"A blasphemer will always face the righteous justice of Lumbra. Just as you shall." The grand paladin continued. He waved his hand and the two guards at the front began to close in.

"Let me ask you this, Pope Donaris..." She smiled, "I wonder, do you bleed like the people you've murdered in the name of Lumbra?"

"You damned bitch!" The Paladin to the left called out charging with sword in hand, "How dare you insult his most holy grace! I shall have you burned for insinuating such a thing!"

Once again, fighting erupted as the pope looked on, his smile never wavering as he spoke.

"Karliah, Karliah, Karliah... You are still but a child. It's a wonder you even made it this far. After all, sinners do not deserve to live on this world, and the fact of our survival proves such. Those who perished were but fools who chose to live a life of sin." He turned, "After all, have you seen a necromancer since it happened?"

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"So this is why we precisely need you, Eiryk." The necromancer said with a beaming face.

"... Never have I encountered a necromancer so naive to trust a former disciple of Lumbra." Eiryk responded, making as much of a dumbfounded face as he could.

"Well, give it some thought." The man continued, "We mean no harm, unlike our more... Radical counterparts."

"Even if I wanted to, my memory is for the most part in shambles."

"Ah... No biggie my man!" The necromancer casually added, "Point is, you've survived both necromancer and priest alike. Having you around is a major asset."

Eiryk silently looked on as the young necromancer passed a book to him, "You want to learn about that mark along your arm?"

"No." Eiryk replied, "I'm not into reading. In fact, I'm quite worried that it was necromancers of all people who attended to my wounds... In fact, I'm also worried that I seem to keep ending up in unknown beds!"

"Well, trust me, Kaaos is a just leader of the Dark Knights, he couldn't just leave an injured person out to die!" The necromancer paused, "I mean, yeah, we had an ulterior motive, but we still couldn't pass this up! Further, it legitimizes our view that it wasn't a sin-based cataclysm. Thus, the church has no claim to be made."

Eiryk gave out a long sigh, "Well, can I at least stand up?"

"Sure! Sure!" The necromancer happily responded, "Take a walk around, get used to the place. -- Hey, Shadelight Castle is pretty damn awesome now that we got the undead under control."

"You talk quite a bit for a necromancer. I'm waiting for you to turn evil and start chanting."

"I get that a lot. I just like to keep things upbeat, being that I'm the servant and all." He chuckled.

Eiryk sighed once more, "Wait, just a servant?"

"Oh don't get me wrong, I've vaporized a few do-gooder pallies before. Just uh... I don't get to do it often. It sometimes has adverse effects."

"Right... Well, in any case..."

The servant necromancer got the door for Eiryk as he walked into the main hall. The gothic castle was quite big, with many hallways. The courtyard was well tended, and the graveyard was even better tended. All in all, if it weren't a necromancer/dark knight haven, it wouldn't be too bad a place to live.

The only question was, should he trust them?

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Post Re: Jungalore: The New World [Main RP Thread]
The mash of berries and wild tubers would have been utterly unpalatable for regular consumption - but as the pitiful campfire heated up the makeshift pot that once was a knight's helmet, they settled into what they now felt was a feast unlike any they had experienced. How many days did they survive on dregs, barrel slime and moldy flour? The days had passed trapped under what seemed to be an unending dungeon - but for now, this bare-bones meal had allowed them to regain their strength a little. In their hunger, this mishmash of edible and inedible plant matter now looked like a king's feast.

They dug in quietly, the fallen tree serving as a wall and shelter. The campfire did not provide much light, and shadows still danced in the quiet forest, the starless night sky consuming all light. At least there were no monsters here.

As her teeth sunk into a stewed tuber, her mind wandered again - her thoughts still disjointed from hunger and thirst, but now given some direction by the hot lump sitting in her stomach. Her thoughts wandered back to the creature who had helped them escape certain death from Cyndar Castle. Could the rest of the monsters from Frenga Farms be similarly intelligent? Why hadn't they tried to warn them? Did they know?

"We'll be there by sunrise tomorrow." the scout sighed, breaking her train of thought. "If Frenga Farms is lost, we'll have to march all the way to Selk."

"Aye. Further we get from the devil tower, the better our chances will be." the knight agreed. "Only question is... do we march now, or sleep first?"

The makeshift camp mumbled as the exhausted travelers considered their next course of action.

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Yemhelch slipped the honed steel pick into the slot in the sling and it held fast. It had once been a miner's before he had died from his wounds as he had helped the escaping civilians and fighting against the winged horrors from Cyndar Castle. Now, the forge-hardened steel pick had been refitted for combat by reinforcing the head with iron and the handle lined with a pair of copper bars for balancing and weight. Satisfied with the quality of his mirrored chainmail - a fine balance between heavy and light armor, he slipped his shirt on top of this suit and looked over to his traveling companions.

Ahnbein was giving a greatsword and a pole shield some experimental swings. The steel had been broken and reforged several times, the cracks still visible at the tip. However, the repeated folding metals had given the blade quite an edge over her iron sword which she now kept hilted on her hip as a holdout weapon. Wearing a solid iron breastplate and leather armor, she looked like a brave warrior indeed.

Finally, his traveling companion had acquired some hastily patched leather armor and a greatbow that seemed to have been broken at one time, but tar and rope now held the splintered wood in place. With their weapons ready, they went to meet up with Commander Aodhan - only to find him sitting by the forge, looking almost wistfully at Ahnbein.

She kept quiet, and Yemhelch quickly stepped in.

"Commander Aodhan?" he waved his hands to get the older Paladin's attention. "Is something wrong?"

"I... no, it's probably nothing." he replied. "Not that I would do anything about it..."

"About what?"

"Nothing. At least, it doesn't matter anymore in this horrible new world." he sighed again as he stood up.

"Must be something."

"Yeah, I'm afraid so." Aodhan nodded as he looked Ahnbein right in the eye. "Look, I know who you are. And since you're here fighting for what could be the safety of the last people of this world... I owe you my thanks."

"Ah... so you knew each other?"

The conversation could not go any further, as the bellows of a great horn sounded across the village. Aodhan's eyes widened at this dire signal.

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The makeshift tower was built into a tall tree at the north end of Frenga Farms, and it provided a bird's eye view of the surrounding land. Aodhan, followed by Yemhelch and his friends quickly climbed the makeshift staircase to the top. Ahnbein was the first to see it - the forest to the north being crushed and torn by something massive lurching through the trees, tossing apart tree trunks and boulders like fallen leaves in a windstorm.

Finally, it breached the clearing and Yemhelch stared at not one - but two of the monsters he had been warned about. Flesh that stood angled and sharp like armor, black as the night - the quadrupeds stood at around 14 ft - spider-like legs digging and tearing apart vegetation and makeshift barricades alike. As the duo of metallic spiders cleared the first barricade set, one of their eyes began to glow white.

"IT'S SEEN US!" Aodhan yelled, as he ran forwards and pushed them down before rolling onto the floor himself. A split-second later, a beam of brilliant light blasted through, scorching where they stood not seconds ago - the shear force of the beam crumpling the woodwork and the tree shuddered. The tower would collapse after one more attack like that.

"Ranged attack, metal flesh... " Yemhelch muttered as he rolled back up and ran down the scorched tree staircase. "Any idea what these things are?"

"I don't know..." Aodhan gritted his teeth "...but the only way it's going to harm our people is over my cold, dead body."

"Agreed."

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Looking around the citadel, Eiryk became quite relaxed among the necromancers. Strangely, he had recalled them being an enemy before, and yet... He could trust them.

However, he remembered he had other things to attend to. His wounds were still freshly stitched and his body only partially healed, but he had to continue. Karliah undoubtedly went searching for him after all he had said and done.

However, he knew the first place she would likely check would be...

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"Well, I see you are much stronger than the welps I had previously employed."

Pope Donaris smiled and revealed his right hand.

"ORBIS..."

Karliah turned to face the man preparing the high level priestly magic. She was covered in blood and battle wounds. She had her mind made up and rushed him. Stabbing him directly in the chest. Yet the man didn't fall.

"... LUMINIS!"

The spell gave off a brilliant glow, encasing both of them in light. The holy aura radiated brighter than the two suns, brighter than the holiest of spells. This brightness brought not comfort, just pain.

Karliah rolled across the snowy landscape, hitting rocks and bodies covered in metal armor. The pope continued to hold his smile.

"Hmmm... An interesting choice of attack." He remarked, pulling the blade out of his chest and throwing it into her right shoulder. She gave a scream of pain and scowled.

"H... How...!?"

"Karliah, you know that someone such as me is beyond this material plane." Donaris laughed, walking towards her and delivering a sharp kick. She continued rolling closer and closer to the edge of the cliffs.

"Foolish girl, I know of your sins. Your sins which I do not absolve you of."

She got up, still fighting her pain and gave a shout, rushing the man with a flurry of attacks. Yet she couldn't break his guard or his counters. He moved with such speed, wielding a greatsword no less, and his grin not once wavered. It was as if she was being toyed with, her energy exhausted.

She jumped, moving away from the cliff, and cast her magic.

"HEAL!"

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Philena sat among the leaders of Selk, her hands folded together. She was wearing a newly washed set of druid robes. White were they, and her golden bracelets and sandals accented them quite well. The new tropical climate of Selk was quite welcoming, and she recalled how the climate of Selk had previously been arid and unbearable.

Across from her were Scorpio, Bellamy, and Godot. The white meridian cleared his throat.

"Let me just say, Philena, I for one am quite happy to receive your people. However, Selk has long been an Altena establishment. We guilds have always been tasked with keeping it that way."

"Indeed," Scorpio added, "We can't let this place simply go to the meridians. Godot?"

The white haired man with the mask smiled, "Meridian? Human? Who cares? The two of you called upon me for this? Let's face it. The Altena kingdom is no more. There's no heir, the world has gone to oblivion, and the people are in need of a leader."

"My point exactly. We in Selk have a leader." Scorpio stated in half agreement, "The guilds."

Philena smiled, her hands unfolding and she motioned for one of the meridian knights to step closer. She was given a box, ordinary, and able to be opened.

"In this box is the Meridian Crown. I found it with me by the coast. Bellamy, wouldn't you agree that with this crown, owned by myself alone, is the single most important symbol of authority in Jungalore?"

"W-Well..." Bellamy stated, "I mean, I'm a pirate, leader of the United Pirate Mafia no less." He continued, breaking into a sweat.

"So, you, a male, are rejecting the absolute authority of a female meridian?" She stated, "It is within out culture, that you obey the matriarchs of the first clan above all else. My title is that of matriarch."

"F-Forgive me..."

Scorpio turned to Bellamy, "Bellamy, I thought you of all people wouldn't be on board."

"Aye, but even a pirate has oaths which he abides by..." He explained, "Plus... She is the new queen of the meridian peoples. I did not think she would use this fact to acquire rule over the city through me... Especially given her partner."

"Well, I for one can see a benefit to having the meridians in control over Selk." Godot added, "Meridians, being sea folk, are some of the best fighters in all the land. If we had meridians in control of the city, we would be bound to have protection against some of the worst threats of the new world."

"True..." Scorpio added, "However, I remain unconvinced."

Philena opened the box, "Scorpio, this crown isn't the only object in this box. I knew you and my... My husband and you were close." She removed the crown from the top half and removed the bottom, "Please, look in the bottom."

In it was the helm of Mikkael.

"Will you not do this not just for my people, but for your friend? Please, so that I may see him once again? Let me rule the meridians from Selk. Let me fix the problems of the government the previous members of the Taltanis bloodline imposed. I know I am very young, but let me do just this..."

Scorpio gave it careful thought, "You and your appeals to emotion... Philena, Queen of the Meridians... Please guide us."

She smiled brightly and Scorpio couldn't help but smile alongside her. Yet, before they could stand, one of the human members of the Sand Sharks ran up the steps...

"Lady Philena! Your egg! It's hatching!"

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The metallic 'flesh' of these creatures deflected all but the most determined assaults with ease, and the ambush had been turned in their favor. Slowly, but surely - the gathered forces began to falter.

"Its no use!" wailed an ex-bandit with a mace. " The Gods protect this creature! We must fall back!"

"And turn my back on a lady far braver than I?" a knight cried as he charged forward. "Not on your life!"

The defense - or what was left of it - had rallied around Ahnbein's party as the fighting slowly moved southwards.

"I have a plan." Yemhelch gritted his teeth as he ran back to them. "I noticed how these creatures would destroy everything - from rock to tree - in their path. Perhaps if we could bait them to the village..."

"It'd slow them down, yes..." Aodhan replied.

"It'd put those things in sniping range with the ballistae on the wall, too!" a man wearing the Cyndar Knights Scout leather armor shouted. "But the village..."

"It's already been evacuated." Aodhan replied. "Besides, out here in the open, we're just sitting ducks for its fire attacks..."

The signal was sent - retreat to the village and rally there. Slowly, the crowd began to abandon the offensive in the field and regroup at the village. The monsters, once done slaughtering those who straggled behind, began to march towards the village.

"They've taken the bait..." Yemhelch grinned wildly at Aodhan who grinned back, taken in the moment. "Now, we go at them full force."

Just as he had suspected, they took their time - distracted from the attacks to destroy a house or ravage a granary, allowing the defense to take pot shots at the creature without getting blocked with its large legs.

"We need something to slow it down. Perhaps mud or..." Yemhelch mumbled as he climbed up the tower to the wall.

"Mulch!" Aodhan supplied the answer. "We can at least slow them down with mulch! You handle the ballista, I'm going to handle this job. There's a storeroom full of farm mulch just over there!"

He nodded and took over the ballista, already loaded and carefully turned it around. Through the wooden sights, he saw Aodhan and a small band of archers climb to a small stone granary, and attack the creature. It worked, the monster turned from a blasted residence and raised a sharp tipped leg to skewer the defenders. As it fell, Aodhan and his band leapt from the roof, letting the massive foot smash through the storehouse in an explosion of peaty muck!

Unused to this sudden change of environment, the creature slipped and fell to its 'knees' - temporarily immobilized as it scrabbled desperately in the mud for footing. NOW!

The heavy steel bolt flew through the air and smashed right into the white 'eye' that was glowing - no doubt to fire a point blank fire attack on Aodhan's group. The impact was so sudden that it slipped further and fell to its side with a crash.

With a wordless war-cry, Ahnbein charged forward at the prone beast and brought down her sword at the cracked chink between the legs, striking with such force that the tempered blade cut through the damaged leg, amputating it! A gasp went up from the crowd, followed by a disturbing scream from the beast itself as the dismembered leg flopped around, spewing sparks, dark energy and black blood.

"Nice one, Anna-chan..." Yemhelch grinned. "Youse a real fighte-"

An impact shook him from the ballista's sights and he turned around to come face to face with the other beast, its 'eye' glowing white as it readied a point-blank assault. His grin fell from his face.

"Oh boy."

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The newborn meridian slept in his tank, blue skin and scales, like his father, but with his mother's deep blue eyes. Philena was thrilled with the hatching of her child. Yet her eyes showed a hint of sorrow.

Bellamy spoke up, "What troubles you, Queen Philena?"

"It saddens me to know he will have to live in this world. In this world of blood-soaked water and without a father..." She sighed, "But, I suppose... Protecting him and our people will be my duty from here on out."

Godot smiled, "Anywhere can be heaven, you know, as long as the will exists to create it."

"I suppose that is true." She reasoned, "I have decided upon a name."

Bellamy nodded grabbing the registration papers he had the herald gather for him, "When you're ready..."

Philena gently caressed the back of her sleeping newborn, "Hydra. Hydra Ka'el Taltanis."

Godot then asked, "It goes with my duties, and it's personally fine if you don't wish to, but would you like if I had one of my people baptize him?"

"No, Meridians need fresh water and a healthy supply of seaweed to grow in their incubation stage." She cleared her throat, finally standing, "However, he will need a teacher as he grows, and given that Mikkael is... No longer with us, I wouldn't mind if each of you gave him the choice of a path to follow as he grows."

She turned to Scorpio standing in the doorway, "Even you, Scorpio."

"It would be our pleasure... Queen Philena."

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Karliah awoke on the rocks below the cliffs. Barely conscious, she felt sharp pains in her back, and then the feeling of being lifted. She could barely hear what was being said, but she could think only of one thing.

"Lumbra has forsaken us..."

Eiryk sat next to Karliah in the citadel of Umbraria. An ironic sight for sure, but he knew of nowhere else nearby that he could go. The servant stepped up, "It's quite fortunate you brought her here when you did, man."

"Don't call me that." Eiryk responded.

"Well, it's true though, and she'll no doubt be useful to us as well. She's a general." He mused.

A dark knight nearby spoke up, "Actually, no, she's a former general."

"Oh?" The servant responded curiously.

"There was a court case that had her removed from the inquisition. It was a huge deal among the vampires that took refuge with us back then. Apparently she was a part of the plot, all to further the takeover of Vel Da Ir." He explained.

"Ah... I recall. Were it not for the defense's careful eye and detailed searching, Vel Da Ir would be a Lumbraic city, wouldn't it?"

"Right. I can't remember the names of those guys who did it though..." The dark knight continued, "But I remember one was a human, and another was a meridian."

The servant added, "Oh yes, it was Hiroko's trial, huh?"

"Correct. Hey, did you hear that she's the Daimyo of Vel Da Ir now?" The dark knight asked. The conversation continued on for what seemed like hours. Karliah awoke long after the two left the room. Her head was still groggy and Eiryk looked over at her.

"Hey."

Karliah scowled at him but then relaxed, "Where in Jungalore are we?"

"Umbraria's Citadel." He answered, "They used to call it Dreamer's Hill."

"... By Lumbra..." Karliah scowled harder, "Of all the places you bring me... Wait, did I kill him?"

Eiryk shook his head, "What are you talking about? I only found your body and a bunch of paladins down at the bottom of the cliffs."

"Pope Donaris, is he dead?"

Eiryk shrugged, "Dunno, don't know what he looks like."

Karliah sighed, "Let me lay here a while..."

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Thankfully, they had not been harried by any bandits on their march to Frenga. The forests and grassland was now eerily silent as night fell - it reminded her of the jungle south of Frenga Farms where those... things... had appeared. With a warm meal and fruit juice temporarily re-hydrating her, she was able to put some coherent thoughts in motion.

Just what was that thing that had given them a new lease on life in that trapped chamber in what felt like floor 200 of Cyndar's castle dungeons? Why did the creatures in the terrarium disappear? Would they make a reappearance here?

The wounded seer was doing better as well. With the blood-loss staunched and some rest, she had managed to regain some of her former strength - but the permanent blindness was bearing down on her. For now, she served as a scout of sorts - keeping watch for demons and anything else that could attack the party.

It was the smell of fire searing wood that first got to them. With a sinking feeling in her guts, she quickly ran ahead and broke out of the copse of trees to where the Cyndar Knights camp once was... only to find it a shattered battlefield, with the real battle taking place in the heart of Frenga Farms! Suddenly, the ground shook as if something massive had collapsed, and an inhuman scream tore across the air.

"This is not our day." she sighed.

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The meridian troops were finally reaching Fort Frenga, and the sight they caught wasn't pleasant. Captain Altans had to make a rash decision.

"All troops! Fall in! The legs seem to be a weak spot!" The captain bellowed.

Several meridians did their best to close in on the ARK moving in on Yemhelch. With meridian blades, they hacked away at its legs, and yet it was futile. The creature used its limb to grasp two meridians at once and crush them against the stones.

"Take caution! Don't let it get the best of you!" Altans commanded, rushing in himself, he pointed to the remaining Meridian troops as the magic circles surrounded him.

"O POWERS OF THE FLAME, SET AFLAME THE WEAPONS OF THOSE AROUND ME!"

The blades of the meridians ignited with fire. He turned to the knights and began enchanting their weapons with the power of fire as well.

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A shatter echoed in the immediate vicinity, followed by a few short words.

"Where is it?"

Silence and awe struck those watching over him, as his eyes began to glow a fierce gold, his skin still full of life as if he hadn't died. He looked at his hands and without another iteration of the question, he began walking away, stepping over the pieces of crystal that dotted his resurrection site.

"Clearly, none here know... Then I shall find it."

He followed the path, speaking a tongue unbeknownst to those around him. As if bending to his will, hundreds of machines bound over his body, encasing him in black armor, with a golden trim. He continued walking over to the area where his sword was, taking it from the container with one hand. Those nearby watched in awe as he carried the huge sword with only one hand.

He walked down the pathways, silently, his eyes still aglow within his helmet. He passed a sign that read, "Cyndar" and walked through the entrance, breaking back into his world.

As he walked out of the netherworld, immediately, it seemed demons were attracted to him.

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Gripping the blade, he gave it a swing, and it cleaved straight through ten demons at once, and he continued walking into the ruined city. As legions of demons moved upon him, he would widen his eyes and cleave his way though. As he found what few survivors he could, he instructed them but one word.

"Go."

He continued walking down the streets until he encountered and ARK blocking the way up to Castle Soraen.

"A toy of the gods, turned against the original purpose."

The ARK set its sights and shot a white hot laser at him. In the instant, he cut at the beam of light, slicing even it in half.

"A master craftsman, I must have been, to be able to cleave through a marvel of science and magic." He grinned. With the buster sword he ran forth and drove it right into the corrupt construct's eye, causing it to explode into a brilliant light.

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He stared down the monstrous metal spider as the eye began to glow. There was no way he could dodge at such close range. He put up his hands in a futile attempt to block the worst of the searing assault when a large ballista bolt slammed into the wall where the creature's legs had dug in - smashing it clear - the destructive ray of fire tore through the ballista and he barely managed to roll out of the way as the monstrous machine tumbled off the wall.

"You keep your shadow-sotted claws off my people!" a young man yelled from the next fortification, as several peasants quickly hoisted another crossbow bolt into the machine. "Or else you face the wrath of the Fernvolk Clan!"

Is that...

"Nice shot, Alvus!" Yemhelch shouted back, scrambling to his feet. "Watch out, though... I think we made it mad!"

With a primal roar, the machine righted itself, a crack on the head of its 'head' now leaking black blood. It leaped... clear over the wall, and to its downed compatriot before skewering it with one of its spiked legs and dragging it away from the muck. Red lines began to glow from both monstrous enemies as their screams of pain and howls of anger became one as the small army charged forth at once.

"Yeah... they're pissed off..."

That's when he spotted a few meridians, swords ablaze entering the fray from the northwest as well. "...Late to the party, ey Phi-chan?"

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"You've been oddly quiet, Jabchiel, this council requires your input regarding the boy and the paladin." The man in black armor, more exquisite, dark, and bloody than the other dark knights said. He was much taller than the other knights of the council, a titan among humans. None saw his face, but all could feel his palpable presence as he sat at the round table in the blacker than black room. Jabchiel, with his long blonde hair and closed eyes took a deep breath.

"He's nothing of what you nor I expected." The seemingly cheerful necromancer answered.

"You know nothing of what I expect." The man in the black armor replied, quickly putting Jabchiel in his place, "I expect someone who can give us info on the church, that they may finally be silenced, and that the one true goddess can be the subject of worship once again. I don't seek details."

"Well, if you let me finish, great abyss lord, I did get some information off of him..."

The other council members leaned in carefully as Jabchiel cleared his throat.

"Besides being the bearer of a sword unlike any other, he possesses one of our marks. Perhaps, before the time of the apocalypse, before the time of Umbraria's calling, he was in one of our labs, as a vessel test subject. As you are aware, such a subject is to be the vessel of Umbraria, in similar fashion to our lady Zeden..."

"I am fully aware of this," The abyss lord interrupted impatiently, "However, what do you mean by that 'perhaps'? You should be able to tell from the mark itself."

Jabchiel scratched his head nervously and smiled, "The mark is wrong."

"Impossible." The necromancer woman across the table from him retorted, "All lab workers are highly trained in the writing of marks upon the left arm of the subject. Further, the magic is a permanent aspect, it cannot be changed, and it cannot be manipulated. Not even the church would be able to erase it or fix it."

"That's the thing, it's on his right arm." Jabchiel answered. This made everyone sit upright from their relaxed positions, and even the abyss lord himself turned to Jabchiel in disbelief, but the necromancer held up a hand, "That's not all. The magic looks like it's been rewritten, or written differently."

"You can't be serious..." The woman said in disbelief, "Were we foiled?"

"Well, I did some digging, and no, we weren't. The documentation does exist for his involvement in a crashed project lab which existed in Frenga Farms." Jabchiel answered, pulling the parchment out. He passed it around the table with each necromancer looking at it, and the sketches of the sealing magics in place. He then passed down drawings of what he found.

"As you can see, it's nothing like our spells. It's far more advanced, and it's even more advanced than what Baph- I mean... more advanced than what the traitor managed to bring us." He explained. He rested his head in one hand, "I've already attempted in secret to change it, erase it, rewrite it, and so on, but the magic won't take hold."

As the papers came to the abyss lord, and then back to Jabchiel, he continued, "Kaaos, now you're looking more concerned than irritated."

"I'm concerned because this is exactly as you say..." The abyss lord answered. He tapped his fingers on the table for a full ten minutes in silence. The necromancers and dark knights looked on as he did so. Some broke into a cold sweat, others exchanged glances with Jabchiel, but the abyss lord finally spoke up, "I know nothing of this magic, but I do know this... Jabchiel, you need to continue to keep watch of him. Even if he leaves, I need to know everything about this mysterious mark..."

"Understandable, sire."

"Now, about the paladin..."

"No threat. He brought her in after he took a short leave. Supposedly she turned against the false prophet, Donaris." Jabchiel quickly explained.

"Tch, more and more info that sounds hysterical. A Paladin turning on-"

"Not quite, sir, a Paladin General."

Kaaos stared at Jabchiel angrily for a moment.

"Just a correction."

Clearing his throat, Kaaos continued, "REGARDLESS, it's quite farfetched to imagine such a scenario. However, given your info and his lack of info, I don't see a reason why this couldn't be the case... After all, detractors are among our ranks."

"This is true, sir."

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The stone pillar crashed into the throne as Baphomatt swooped out of the way with dragon-like wings. He was no longer as he had formerly appeared. His hair was much longer, and he had scaled arms and legs, with large horns and draconic eyes of a piercing gold colour. Sharp teeth lined his mouth, and his black and red scales glistened in the flames of Cyndar.

"Funny, I thought you were dead."

The swordsman clad in technology unbeknownst to this world stepped forward. Though his face was unseen, Baphomatt could recognize his nemesis instantly from his body shape and the enormous sword resting on his shoulder.

"So, Mikkael Altans, how does it feel to be among the unliving?"

The meridian grabbed another marble pillar with one arm and tossed it where Baphomatt flew. Though he missed again, Baphomatt had to make quick motions and carefully watch the warrior who questioned it.

"Where is it?" He asked, "Where is my soul?"

Baphomatt laughed, "You honestly think your soul is still out there!? Mikkael, it's gone, completely. Unlike that woman of yours."

"Woman?" Mikkael questioned. He ran forward and cut at Baphomatt, who gracefully would dodge out of the way with each attack.

"Now now, Mikkael, wouldn't you like the answers?" After all, I was the one who saved you."

The meridian stopped attacking and listened, "Saved me? Then what are these memories I have?"

"Oh, but of course, the apocalypse took your memories... That woman fish, and that human, the two of them were out to get you. After all, that was why you fought me, your comrade from the very beginning. It was an unfortunate turn of events, but she was in the audience, waiting to rid of you, that she may be with that other treacherous fish... that prophet. Tarlak."

"You LIE!" Mikkael screamed, thrusting his blade into the wall which Baphomatt had just momentarily stood against. Baphomatt sighed.

"Mikkael, it does explain why you are here still, does it not? I merely countered her magic with my own, putting you in a stasis." Baphomatt continued. He then uttered further, "If only you could still remember how I had transported you to those medics who could keep you from death."

Mikkael quietly lowered his weapon, "But... My memories..."

"The brain likes to fill the blanks with imagination, a false truth to hide the full truth, Mikkael."

Mikkael stood there for a moment, shaking his head, "Y-YOU... IT CAN'T BE..."

"Join with me, Mikkael, and we shall rid the world of the traitors that cursed the both of us to untimely deaths."

Mikkael continued shaking his head, before he raised it, he felt great anger welling in his mind, and the doubts he had in his heart quickly dissipated as he looked back at Baphomatt, who continued smiling a draconic smile.

"Where do I start?"

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