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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.

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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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Meanwhile, far from the reaches of the mortal plane... The crystal containing Mikkael began to crack...

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