[Roleplay] Perpetual Twilight

Alyss watched as Prince Talis crawled out of the hole and looked around a bit. “It’s this way”, he said in reply to Henrietta when she asked what direction they were supposed to go in. “Umm… you guys wanna go first, right?”, he asked publicly.

Just when Alyss was about to volunteer herself to take point, she noticed some… thing crawling out of the hole that the Prince just came out of. She couldn’t make heads or tails of it. It was some sort of black and red dog… wolf… thing. There was no way it could be with them. There were a million different thoughts running through her head at that moment, every one of them trying to piece this together logically, but nothing was piecing together as it should have.

It had snuck in behind Prince Talis, but managed to make its way past Lady Solstice? Did he manage to defeat her and make it through the hole to kill the Prince? With no way to piece it together logically, she pulled out her right Katana and pointed it at the being that just crawled its way through the hole. “Stop right there!”, she yelled, followed by a “what is that thing?”
 
“Stop right there! what is that thing?”

Henrietta caught ear of what the swordswoman Guard questioned and of course, it had to be that Wolf man that had joined them. Indeed, that was the correct response Henrietta had expected from ANY guard. However, it seems that Lady Solstice had some degree of wary trust with this being. Otherwise, she would have cut him down there and then when he approached. It was best to get things straightened out as soon as they can. Henrietta turned towards Alyss and laid a gently hand on the back of Alyss' katana.

Peace sister (a term she uses for fellow female guards. Brother for male guards). It seems he intends to protect the Prince.

Where they were did bring in a good respite to interrogate the being.

In any case, now would be a good time to speak, Wolf. What is your intentions?

Henrietta then leaned in closer right next to Alyss ear and whispered softly,

I trust him as far as i can throw the castle. I will be keeping an eye on him regardless of his answers. Will you also help me keep an eye on him?

Pulling back so she could see her face for a response, her hand still resting on the blade. Should Alyss go an attack, her gesture would do little to prevent it, but it does often encourage people to lower their weapons as a psychological action. A fight in here would cause a ruckus, particularly within these stone walls. As much as she hates to admit it, the Wolf Man seem quite capable. Noise will be ensured if they started going at it.
 
Alyss was caught a little off guard when Henrietta placed her hand on Alyss’ katana. Before she could react, Henrietta was there to dismiss her mistrust of the wolf. “Peace sister. It seems he intends to protect the prince.” Even though she was being reassured like this, Alyss still couldn’t trust him. Perhaps it was a ploy from the enemy? What if he was working for them to get close to the Prince when the time was right? Alyss locked just a little when Henrietta leaned in closer to whisper in Alyss’ ear. “I trust him as far as I can throw the castle. I will be keeping an eye on him regardless of his answers. Will you help me keep an eye on him?”

Henrietta backed up a little bit. However, her hand was still rested upon Alyss’ katana. Thinking back on the matter, Alyss felt a little foolish for getting hotheaded. However, she couldn’t afford not to be in this instance. Anyone could be a potential enemy just waiting to strike. She lowered her blade and placed it back in its sheath, as she simply nodded her head in response to Henrietta’s question. She would stay behind the wolf for the time being and jump at him if he so much as sneezed out of line.
 
Demitra stayed silent as she listened in for her directions. Apparently the Prince and his little group managed to find a way to escape from Umbra's clutches. But she would change all of that soon enough. The huntress has never failed to capture her prey into her traps, and they would be her next target. It may be more of a challenge than her previous missions, she was aware of that - for this was royal blood that she was going to be in pursuit of. The parents may have been successfully slayed, but the young were known to be much more valiant and vigorous than that of the aged. Demitra could already feel excitement flow in her veins from the thought of catching the Prince, and commanding a horde of soldiers to help deliver death to those that stood in her way. She was looking forward to the challenge; for darkness and the void had made an excellent partnership.

She nodded her head in acceptance as the Tyrant and the Dark General had said what was needed to be said. Her eyes shifted over to Taylana, the Dark Priestess' eyes contrasting with the rest of the room with a beautiful blood red color, matching with the Necromancer's hair; apparently, she had something else to do while she was out.

"There is one thing I ask of you, on top of this task our King has set before you..." She heard her start. Demitra watched as she reached into one of the folds of her dress, and pulled out a small bottle - a vial to be exact. It was empty from what the huntress could see, but nonetheless, she was eager to find out what other task she would have to complete. "If possible, extract a sample from the vile Winged One amongst the rabble. There are a few things I need to experiment on with it..."

The Winged One...that would have to be the Assassin. Demitra has heard about the lot of their existence in the past, and they must been an eyesore from the very beginning. She would more than likely be able to tell which one of the runaways was her other target, since not all of their features appeared human. She saw Taylana hold out the vial for her to take, and she began to walk towards to woman, the heels of her boots echoing through the throne room as they made contact with the floor with each step. Once she was where they were both leveled in height, she reached out and took the vial from her grasp, a smirk forming on her lips as she examined the object and then the Dark Priestess once more.

"And makes sure it kills it when you do."

"I assure you, I will not feel satisfaction until I spill its blood." She replied. She walked back to her original spot, and bowed once more to the three. "The orders will be taken care of." She rose herself back up and then turned around to exit the throne room, doing as she could to hide a maniacal laugh. She was once again in the main hall, seeing the Umbran soldiers still guarding the corridors, but they glanced up at her in surprise as they saw the huntress with her full avatar revealed. She had began to wonder if they had attempted to easedrop at all, but regardless, she would need them during her mission. She may have been the only woman in the Umbran army, but what she said and did was not to be taken lightly in the slightest. Her gaze averted to the soldier that was closest to the door that she had entered from.

"How many soldiers are standing guard in this castle?" She asked lowly. This soldier seemed to have kept his calm, as he rested a copper axe in his grasp against the ground.

"50 of them to be exact. The rest are still over-running the outer gates."

"Assist me in rounding up 20 of the strongest Umbran soldiers you can catch," Demitra told him. Her arms folded across her chest as a smile developed on her face once more. "We're going to play a game of cat and mouse."
 
Aervyn had taken note of the direction the prince had nodded before watching the scene unfold before him. It appears there was some sort of altercation between two of the royal guards over the exact intentions, and even nature, of the wolf like being that had followed the prince out of the tunnel.

He eyed the man - beast up and down with a stern face, not allowing his true thoughts to be picked up on. If it weren't for the fact that Henrietta had already stopped Alyss from attacking the wolf he would have cut the thing down where it stood. However, he realised, that not only would it look very un-commander like of him to simply slay a potential ally in front of several of those who had served under him as well as those who were closest to him, he knew that the Umbrans (Umbrians?) would be hot on their trail by now, and could find them at any point, and anyone willing to offer their assisstance would have to do for now.

He made a mental note to grab hold of this strnager later and grill him thoroughly on his motives, and how exactly he though he would be able to help out before announcing, "Right we're heading onwards. No matter how secret these tunnels may be after the mess we made in the castle, there's a fair chance they know where to look for them now."

With that, he placed his hand gently on the hilt of his sheated sword, and headed down the new tunnel. There was every possibility enemies waited round the next corner, and he was not going to be caught unawares with so much at stake...
 
With the situation with the wolf diffused, Virginia continued walking forward, following Commander Aervyn down the road. Throughout the whole thing, Virginia remained quiet about the whole situation, and even she felt it was out of character, even for her.

The first thing the Felidian scout said when she opened her mouth was this "How far will this take us out from the castle?" Virginia knew that if it took them out into a part of the city, it would probably put them in the middle of the Umbran military's occupation forces. She'd rather not involve herself in a battle at the light at the end of this tunnel.

Virginia took a quick glance at this Wolf, and she trusted Henrietta's judgement. As much as most guys want to deal with him, as she probably would want to. It would be best, until his motives prove otherwise, to keep him at arm's length. After all, being disorganized will only increase the chances of a possible ambush.
 
In any case, now would be a good time to speak, Wolf. What is your intentions?

Crimson looked around at the group, considering the question, then thought it best to answer since he was asked.

"Very well, I will start from when it all had started, a short distance from the Kingdom of Crystair... For some time, I have been watching out for enemies of the kingdom, any who would mean to do it harm, intent to stop those that approached.

But when an army had appeared in the distance, I knew even my best efforts would hardly dent the armies numbers, and seeing as you all would stare daggers at me now, I doubt anyone would have listened to me if I entered the Kingdom to try and warn anyone, as I had never actually been within it before, and I would have been a complete stranger that no one would have believed a word of warning I could have given..."

As he was speaking like this, he felt even more like an outsider, as it would appear he was not wrong in his thoughts prior to this moment.

"Anyways, I had decided to follow to a safe distance away from them, staying out of their sight, keeping outside of the kingdom still, ears always open, and seeing what went on when I could, without being detected.

It was difficult to just...watch, as they advanced, stopped by no one, knowing there was nothing I alone could hope to do, it was something I had to go through with much remorse..."

Crimson, at this point, himself and the others in the group currently not be under attack to be worrying about at the moment, really just wanted some of the group to end up being able to have some trust placed in him and not viewed nearly as much as a potential enemy, as just an ally, as impossible as he knew that was under the circumstances. He lowered his head, and closed his eyes, almost appearing as if in thought, before he spoke finally to finish his explanation.

"At one point, I saw the prince rushing to get into the castle, through all the killing that had went on around, and this winged one here. I had seen following after, as an opportunity to...make up for what I couldn't do when those soldiers entered the kingdom, if I can help in any way for the prince to take it back from them, and restore peace, that will make me feel a little better...

But still, too many innocent people had to die, I will always have my regrets about what had happened, witnessing it unable to do anything to stop them... I'm sorry, but for that, I would rather put my life at risk before those who will go on to rule over a peaceful Crystair Kingdom once again...but I would hate to die on my sister, she may never even find out, so you all should just...know what I have to risk, by risking my life for this very just cause..."

His position remained the same, but when he thought of how his sister Sophia would feel, how she would react, if he died, and she were to somehow find out, it frightened him slightly, and inevitably had deeply saddened him, causing him to shed a tear from each of his still closed eyes, Crimson remained very silent...

(OOC: Sorry, it is just slightly late for commenting on that one line, if it isn't alright now, I could edit/delete it...)
 
OOC: There's not much I can put here, but eh.

Talis followed close behind Aervyn, hand on the hilt of one of his own swords. Of course he would prefer not to battle, but these soldiers were the enemy. They had invaded Crystarian territory and killed the King and Queen; his parents. He wouldn't feel much remorse, if any, if he had to kill some of them to make his escape.

Ignoring the newcomer, a wolf who seemed to be able to walk and talk like any human, he continued to follow Aervyn, wary for any ambush that might be laying in wait.

OOC: Shit, but I didn't have much to go on here.
 
Only a few select soldiers had been smarter than they had been strong, unfortunately. However, Demitra only needed twenty of them - so searching through the castle for where most of them stood guard with complete strength shouldn't have been too hard. She had sent out the first axeman outside of the castle to survey the outer invaders while she was exploring most of the upper levels. The Crystarian snobs sure knew how to make a labyrinth of a castle, but it was going to take more than size to make the huntress disregard her mission. It had been quite a while since she got to do anything she defined as 'exciting', so she definitely wouldn't be smart of her to just quit out on this task because of how big the area was. In fact, any soldier that quit for that reason shouldn't have joined Umbra in the first place.

One room she had roamed in now was what looked like the kitchen. Slaughtering had clearly taken place in here, as she had immediately recognized the smell of dried blood as she stepped inside. Several pots and pans had been scattered everywhere, and it looked like some liquids had spilled over. One particular puddle caught Demitra's eye though. It was a puddle of blood, and it led over to a decapitated head of a Umbran soldier. Demitra rose a brow for a second, and then sighed as she walked over to the head, spotting the body not too far from where it was laying. She bent down as she reached gloved hands out to pick up the head, pulling off the helmet to identify who the soldier was.

". . .Really now, Allen?" She spoke to the head, revealing the identity. "You got yourself killed. . .by a cook. What a shame to Umbra you've given us." She stood up from where she had knelt before, continuing to stare at the shocked expression on the headless man. She had scoffed before dropping the head back onto the floor, seeing that some of his blood had gotten onto her gloves. She examined it closely, and had chuckled to herself.

No matter who the person was, no matter what army they were from, she couldn't help but enjoy the scent of death. It was one particular side effect of being a necromancer. To Demitra, seeing someone else's blood spilled had meant that she would be able to communicate with them still, but from a different kind of reality. A very unique one at that. She couldn't have been more happier that her uncle had taught her the methods of this kind of art. Not only could she take advantage of the living with her own tricky methods, she had control of the dead as well. She may have had only twenty Umbran soldiers to go with her on her task to capture the prince, but when it came down to her connection with the void, her army was limitless. For people had died every second of the time, and it was impossible for the number to ever decrease.

Demitra walked around one of the counters, not only tracking down the smell of bloodshed. She looked down at the food that hadn't been touched by the battle that took place within the room, and rubbed a finger against the texture of one of the delicacies. Bringing her finger to her nose, she immediately recognized the smell of whatever contaminated the food. It was poison, something that she had more than enough experience with to identify. So Crystarian was smart after all, training more than their soldiers. They definitely weren't a force to be underestimated, but yet again, it was no good reason to slow down Umbran's ambitions.

She heard the sound of metal clacking in the hall behind her, and turned around to find the same axeman soldier behind the door. Her expression was unidentifiable as she spoke.

"How many soldiers have you gathered?"

"I've collected 15 of them. I will continue the gathering from within this castle. The others are waiting at the front gate."

"Just so you know ahead of time," Demitra said, walking up to the soldier with her arms crossed. "This is a very important mission. So I can only hope that you picked the right ones. If not," She pointed to the motionless head of Allen. "You'll end up like your brother."

Demitra detected the shock in the axeman as he had ran into the kitchen to identify the body. She couldn't help but smile as she saw him on his knees, hoping that this was just an illusion. Unfortunately for him, it wasn't. The blood of his brother that stained the huntress' glove was completely real. The soldier slammed his fist against the tile floor in obvious rage.

"Allen. . .your killer will die by my hand; I swear it!"

"Don't worry yourself too much," Demitra said. The axeman looked back at her, looking as if he was puzzled. A small smile formed on her lips in response. "His death will be avenged soon enough. I'll be sure to tell him that you miss him."

The soldier had continued staring at her for a moment, probably thinking that she was crazy from what she said. Demitra only nodded her head back to point out the entrance to the kitchen. "Now get back to your task at hand."

He obediently got up from the floor, walking away from his fallen brother. But he had stopped halfway to the exit so that he was standing side by side to Demitra. The tone of his voice seemed awestruck, but at the same time disgusted.

"I've heard of your lot. Humans with the capability of connecting with the dead. . . I'd rather not know what you could possibly be thinking of."

With that said, he walked out of the room, and Demitra had followed him until she was standing in the hallway. She couldn't help but scoff at what he said. Nobody seemed to like how her mind worked. It was just how she liked it.
 
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