The Eternal Relics - RP

Baldwin could do nothing but stand and watch the events unfold. Even if he wanted to go over and do...something, his legs were rooted in place. He could not fully decide whether it was fear or caution that kept him still, but one way or another, Baldwin had decided this was one conflict he would not get involved in. The large man seemed to have the upper hand, as he grabbed the younger man by the throat.

Indeed, there are strange magics at work here. Perhaps... Baldwin's thoughts were cut off abruptly when a strange blue glow emanated from the young man. He couldn't see the cause or the source of the glow...but he could tell that it was having an odd effect on the field of battle. Then, in a split second, there was a sort of explosion of energy, and the young man was gone. Baldwin's eyes widened yet again. Indeed, there ARE strange magics at work here.

Baldwin noticed that some of the people in the square watching the spectacle were simply...disappearing, so he made a decision. Filarhh has blessed me with some excitement. I have prayed for SOMETHING to happen, and now it finally has. Be damned if I won't get involved. Baldwin began to edge closer to the scene. He still kept a tight grip on the Notos, but he wanted to get some information, or just be involved in some way. In an odd sense...he felt drawn to the conflict. He couldn't fully explain it, but it was too late for thinking now.

As he edged closer, he almost tripped over a person lying in the ground. "Apologies." he mumbled as he stepped out of the way...but then he stopped. He recognized the figure as the young woman who had ran into him...the one with the incredible speed. He paused, and turned back towards her, his eyes meeting hers. "What in the name of Filarhh is going on here?"
 
Faith and Patricia had made it to the Plains, where the chaos was barely visible to their eyes. As Patricia managed to calm down and take in the fact that they now had no home, Faith's mind wandered aimlessly. How had she been able to feel what the last thoughts of the dying people? It scared the hell out of her, of course, but she didn't understand anything that was happening all around her. First, the village had been attacked and then there was this. It appeared Patricia would be oblivious to this - strange, considering she was the woman to turn to since she possessed all the answers.

Her mind cast back to Rene.

Where was he? What kind of danger had he thrown himself into this time?

She knew that he was all for being a hero, but couldn't help thinking that there were some serious dark forces at work here. Dark magic! That must have been the reason for Nilem Village being attacked. The very thought of that sickened Faith. Nilem was perfectly defenceless because hardly anyone came through. To even think that she and her godmother could have lost their lives highly reminded her of those unpunished bandits out there that had killed her godfather ...

"What do we do now?" Patricia dared to ask the inevitable.

"We're going to have to go to the next city, I guess," replied Faith, sitting down on a rock and relishing the thought that they were both still alive. "We are going to need help whether we like it or not. Our village just got attacked and I don't think the city is going to be impressed if they've got a full uprising on their hands."

"The city? But that was where Robert came from. Isn't there anywhere else we can go?"

"There are the Nilem Caves, but they're probably crawling with monsters right now. We can't fight the monsters whatsoever, so the next city has got to help us somehow. They just wouldn't abandon their neighbour, right?"

Silence occurred between the two relatives, who ended up looking at the death and destruction several miles away. All they could see was the smoke that had emerged as a result from the several fires.

"Faith," Patricia said calmly. "We have to go now. We can't look back."

"But what about Rene?" Faith whispered to herself, as her godmother had already started walking along the Plains to the next city, which happened to be twenty miles away. She forced herself to look away, remembering the very words he spoke to her.

"Faith."

When he'd said her name, he was smiling dimly. The screaming around them was filling their ears.

"I want you to get outta here, I've gotta stay here and help just please, promise me you'll get Patricia and get the hell out of here until I come for you."

But he wasn't coming, was he? He was still in the village, possibly dead.

"I want to show you something," Patricia called back to her goddaughter, who hadn't moved from the spot. "It's something I should've shown you three years ago, but I think you were too upset at the time when Robert died. Here, it's only a few minutes away."

She noticed how Faith was glued to the spot, forcing herself to check for any sight of Rene.

"He'll be fine," she reassured her, "he's a tough kid, even if he acts a little childish sometimes." She rested her cool hand on Faith's abnormally warm palm. "Let's go." And with that, godmother directed goddaughter towards the spot she'd been longing to show her for several years.
 
As the blinding burst of light slowly began to fade, Julius felt the restrains placed on him by Rene's pendant being lifted. His blade, once aimed to a defined target, hit the ground failing to fulfill its task. The once confident general stepped back as he constantly questioned himself as he kept trying to remember what went wrong. Rene was at his mercy, he had no hopes for escaping and then that light. Completely disappointed and frustrated, the general fell on his knees and furiously slammed the ground with his left fist. He then brought his left hand to cover his face, almost as if he were hiding his disgrace.

Julius then sighed, realizing he would have to redeem himself for this horrendous error. The man uncovered his face and then stood up, sheathing his sword. He then took a deep breath and exhaled as the dark mist that once threatened to swallow the village began to disipate; it was evident that their master had no need for this village anymore.

Then it happened, a deepening surge of anger, pure rage, began to burst through his veins. Almost out of spite, the general commanded the remaining forces to gather.

"Men, we have failed. But let this not be a mere failure, but rather more a simple delay on our goals. Of course, since he had run away like the coward he is, I guess that he won't be needing this town anymore...go back to our master and see if he has any plans for this village. If it were in my hands...I would have this blasted place burnt to the ground along with its people..."

Julius said disgusted as he turned his back on the soldiers and headed back to his master...
 
After Celeste prepared to leave toward the village Jacel hurried back into his hut to equip his armour, a few short minutes after, he reappeared, sword in hand. From beyond the cliff he could see a bright blue light overwhelming the dark sky, shortly afterward it disappeared. The ultimate relic... Could it be here? He had to hurry after it before the dark forces found the bearer. Quickly he grabbed Celeste's hand before easing her towards the area where the light had come from. "We should hurry! Another relic bearer is here! It could be... Him!" hopefully she knew to whom he meant... For their old leader used a similar form of attacks, with the village under attack he may have been caught in the crossfire. They must be swift.
 
Incredibly enough, Not one of the Shadow Relic Holders paid attention to Lucius. And what on earth is going on? Do they... know...? No, that can't be... Lucius had casted a barrier around himself, but it was now fading away, so he re-energized the barrier. Damn... I hope this allows for the new Ultimate Relic Holder to appear... All the while, Lucius had to fend off these soldiers of the shadows. Suddenly, a known voice resounded in the air.

[FONT=&quot]"Lucius!"
[/FONT]Claret? Well, that's good.[FONT=&quot]

"...What's.... can't you... do something!"

[/FONT]"I'm trying, I'm trying!" replied Lucius as he released a boulder against the group of soldiers who were attacking him. He could note her desperation, something quite unnatural, if it was coming from her. To prevent the remaining soldiers from distracting him, Lucius lifted a wall of earth around him as he turned around to see what Claret was referring to: the boy he'd seen earlier was submitting to Julius. And now Lucius saw it clearly: he wore the pendant... the Ultimate Relic.

[FONT=&quot]“Jacel! Celeste! We… We’ve got trouble!”[/FONT]

Wait... so they're here too? Good, I hope they can do something...

However, Lucius couldn't do anything about it: he was too far from where the boy was, and Julius was about to strike already. No way... this... there must be a way...

The final strike was imminent, but then it happened. Lucius knew what it meant, but he knew not that such power could be released without the proper training. The blue light was bright and lively, and everything stopped... everything except a pair of persons: the boy, wielder of the Ultimate relic, and Claret, wielder of the Speed relic. However, the fact that she was still 'fully' in movement wasn't such a good idea: she lost her balance and tripped as soon as the effect wore out.

The blue glow kept diminishing until fully disappearing; now the hordes of Shadow soldiers were retreating, finally letting Nilem be. Well, seems that fate was with us this time... but it might not be so next time. The boy had ran into the forest, and Claret was still lying on the floor.

"What in the name of Filarhh is going on here?" said a man who almost tripped with the fallen Claret.

"Sir? Are you hurt? Are you in need of healing?" Lucius asked him, before helping Claret back up. "See what happens when you try to continue moving when the flow of time is diminished? Heh..."

"Men, we have failed. But let this not be a mere failure, but rather more a simple delay on our goals. Of course, since he had run away like the coward he is, I guess that he won't be needing this town anymore...go back to our master and see if he has any plans for this village. If it were in my hands...I would have this blasted place burnt to the ground along with its people..."

Heh, that's the same Jul as always... Well, They're probably leaving for good anyways...

"Anyways, I hope Celeste and Jacel find the boy... the boy who holds the Ultimate Relic..."
 
[FONT=&quot]Claret barely heard Lucius call back, her eyes transfixed upon Julius’ blade as it moved towards the boy. She took a step forward, and then it happened. Her foot moved slower than she was used to, moving barely a millimetre at a time. However, possessing the Speed Relic allowed her to snap her head towards the boy and the glowing pendant. “It’s him!”[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]But then he was gone, rushing from the village at a speed Claret knew she would not match until time reverted. And then it did, Claret’s foot coming down so suddenly that it caused her to trip right over her other foot, planting her once again upon the dirt. She was almost tripped over and her head turned, cheeks flushing angrily until she recognized the man as being the one she had crashed into on the way in. “It’s… It’s fine.”[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]She smiled at Lucius, taking his help and easing herself from the ground. “Well, I was expecting time to slow, was I?” she fixed him with a rather stern expression before allowing her face to crack into a smile. “But it’s got to be him, right? The Relic has resurfaced? Lucius… what does this mean?” There was a sorrow in her eyes as she gazed towards the village exit. Claret recalled all too painfully the loss of war and the agony of battle. The thief wiped a stray tear from her eye before turning back. “We have to find him, Lucius…”[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Yet it seemed as though the Mage was already thinking ahead of her… as usual. Whilst Claret tried to ignore the leave of the Shadow Relics, she heard Lucius’s voice once again.[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]"Anyways, I hope Celeste and Jacel find the boy... the boy who holds the Ultimate Relic..."[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Claret peered at him before looking to the other man, the one she had bumped in too. “I can go on ahead…” she sped off towards the exit before halting and looking back. “But I feel safety in numbers is important right now… If the others find him, that boy will be fine… C’mon on you two! There’s not a moment to waste!”[/FONT]
 
Sigmusses aide finally arrived within the grandhall to his delight bearing news, the aide was a middle aged woman with long blonde hair that fell below the small in her back drapped in a purple robe that covered her entire body, she had the looks of an angel only given further strength by her astonishing bright blue eyes.

She knelt before Sigmuss and began to speak with a gentle and calming tone..

"My lord if it so pleases you, I would like to read out our latest findings"

Sigmuss could barley contain his excitement as he wanted to know the news as soon as possible "Go ahead" he proclaimed rather sharply.

"Due to the various sighting reportings and changes in the weather, its believed that the ones we serve faithfully have indeed returned" She replied as she read from the parchment that she had carried with her.

"Most excellent news, let the men know there will be a banquet thrown in the honor of there return, for you my dear, you shall be granted a...special reward" Sigmuss mused and he rose from his thrown and ran his fingers through the aides long blonde locks.

"Yes my lord, whatever pleases your will" She quickly replied with a hint of a tremble within her voice as she took her leave to the barracks section of the stronghold to inform the men.

"Ah...I knew our hard work would not go unpaid, tomorrow I set out on a pilgrimage to find them...this is indeed a joyess day for the masters of the relics have returned to our world!" Sigmuss mused to himself as he looked at the grand glass dome ceiling above the mainhall, the glass stained with an emblem of the Shadow Relic of Skill as if it was treated like some heavenly deity....
 
"Julius." The Hooden Man growled at his second-in-command. His bony, pale white hands gripped the edges of the arms of his throne in rage. "Tell me what went wrong." He loosened his grip of the arms of his chair and felt a slight growl rise in his throat. He knew that he would have to punish them all, but he wouldn't kill them of course. He still needed them. "NOW!" He shouted in anger, he stood up in rage and lowered his hood with his hands. He had dark red eyes and pale white skin, his long black spiky hair fell against his shoulders. He was quite handsome in a way, his pale skin shone slightly making his dark, red eyes appear even darker than they were. His bangs fell down the side of his face, framing his face slightly.

"Tell me now Julius! I, Markus Ardenas, demand it!"
 
Grace didn't allow herself to smile,but a surge of pleasure rose up in her at the sound of her master's voice, and his body and face. Gods, she knew she would be next to feel the power of his words, or his many abilities, but she had failed him, and the cause. She deserved punishment and she would take it.

Keeping her head bowed, she knew of course that her leader could not and most likely would never love her, but her loyalty to him would know no bounds.

And the day he died would be the day she died.
 
"We're here," Patricia finally announced, as they came to the top of the hill. In the distance, the city could be seen some many miles away. Faith looked around, but then saw a battered, worn out sword stuck in the ground. "This is the spot where your godfather died. I've only ever visited three times, so it would be my fourth time being here now." She glanced at her goddaughter, who looked blankly at the sword. "He fought for his life here with the very weapon that his grandfather forged many years ago. It had been passed on to his father when he died and the same when he died, to Robert. I never wanted to bring you here ... because it was a special place where I could remember him."

Faith turned to face Patricia after a moment or two. "So why did you bring me here? It's three years overdue."

Once again, she grinned.

"Because you were old enough to come. I didn't want you here when you were fourteen. You were fragile, so moved by Robert's death that I just couldn't take you here. I first came here when you and Rene were at the mountains one day. I made him take you there for as long as I needed. Of course, he had no problem with this, he was just simply concerned for me at the time. It took an entire three months for me to finally come to the place of his death."

And three years for me, Faith added in her mind. But I had no idea that this place existed. To even think that Robert died here ... and those bandits are still alive, unpunished. It just makes my blood boil!

Patricia took a few steps backwards. "I'll leave you here for a few minutes to reflect on the past three years since his death if you want. I'll only be around the Plains, thinking of how we're going to pull through the recent tragic loss we've suffered." And with that said, she walked away to leave her goddaughter in peace.

It was ironic to think that in a time of crisis, she brought her here.

Faith looked at the gravestone.

Here lies
Robert Musso
Beloved husband
Cherished father​

Of course, Patricia hadn't dropped her husband's surname. She may have been a widow, but decided to keep the name in his honour. This was the spot where Robert had died, trying to defend himself. In the end, it proved to be futile. She bent down on her knees and touched the dirt on the ground, feeling the dust slipping through her fingers as she did exactly that.

And then the most incredible, emotional thing happened.

Her mind drifted.

It finally reached a resting place at the same Plains she was in now. Faith noticed Patricia was gone - what was going on? The sky had gotten darker too by this time and the city ... there was a part of it being constructed? How was this possible? How was ANY of it possible?

"Patricia!" she called, more in panic than curiosity.

Robert Musso marched up the hill with his supplies in his cart. He was currently riding his horse up because he was the type of man unable to afford expensive vehicles, no matter how many times Patricia insisted it was the right thing to do. Faith was confused, but smiled. It had been years since she'd seen his face. But instead of seeing her, he merely walked past her as if she wasn't there.

"Robert?" whispered Faith, now even more confused.

Bandits suddenly appeared out of nowhere. They attacked Robert - it didn't matter how many times he tried to deflect their attacks, he was just simply too weak. It angered Faith that she was actually reliving the very memory. And then she heard his dying words.

"Patricia ... Faith ..."

Snapping out of the memory and returning to the present time, Faith opened her eyes and shook her head to herself. Patricia was still pacing around as she were before. And that was the moment that Faith Crest really did think that there was something abnormal about her.
 
Rene Skylar said:
"Julius." The Hooden Man growled at his second-in-command. His bony, pale white hands gripped the edges of the arms of his throne in rage. "Tell me what went wrong." He loosened his grip of the arms of his chair and felt a slight growl rise in his throat. He knew that he would have to punish them all, but he wouldn't kill them of course. He still needed them. "NOW!" He shouted in anger, he stood up in rage and lowered his hood with his hands. He had dark red eyes and pale white skin, his long black spiky hair fell against his shoulders. He was quite handsome in a way, his pale skin shone slightly making his dark, red eyes appear even darker than they were. His bangs fell down the side of his face, framing his face slightly.

"Tell me now Julius! I, Markus Ardenas, demand it!"
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Julius did not allow the presence of his master to intimidate him, and rather he opted to stand defiantly before him. After all, showing fear was the less intelligent thing to do. Regardless of how awful the fights between Markus and Julius were, Julius still held his master in high regards and felt a lot of respect towards him. With an annoyed look in his eyes, Julius retaliated firmly to Markus's question.

"Hello! If anyone had warned me first that the kid was able to use his relic already none of this would have happened!!! Also my order to retrieve him alive was given ON the LAST second! Damn I am good for killing stuff not for babysitting, and you should know better Markus."

Julius then sighed, as he shifted his eyes to the ceiling and began to contemplate the splendid gothic architecture of this hollow bastion. He then looked down and stared at Markus.

"Fine, Bro...alright I admit I got a bit cocky I never actually suspected the punk could pull out such a move on me....very well you win this time. So, any luck on finding where he is?"

Julius folded his arms as he awaited patiently for his next orders. Bearing in mind that the power of the Ultimate Relic returns by the second, Julius knew better than not allowing his prey to wander freely for too long, much less if he wanted to retrieve the relic by tearing it away from Rene Skylar's dead fingers.
 
Light gathered within the dark crystal set around Markus' pendant, the energy began to move down his body, flowing fluidly through his veins. Markus suppressed the urge to kill Julius, knowing that if he wished to he could kill the man in an instant. He sat back down on the cold, hard throne and gripped the edges of the side, his dark blue veins showing clearly under his pale white skin. He raised his hood using the magic of the shadow pendant and lowered it enough so his eyes could not be seen. "The strength of the relics is bound together by the pendant Julius. You know this." Markus told him, calm returning to his mind. "Our Shadow Relics were created by mimicking the power of the Relics. If the pendant of light is destroyed, what do you believe would happen to us?"

Markus leaned forwards, locking his fingers together and a slight smirk played its way across his lips. Julius was the most important member of his team, despite him being aggressive and unafraid of Markus like the others, he trusted him the most. Markus treated him like a brother, not a pawn like these others. "We would lose our Relics of the Shadow, and most likely we would die. I do not know, for when I created these Relics many, many centuries ago, I did not know the consequences." When he spoke of consequences he gripped the sides of the throne once more, a snarl of something that appeared like pain appearing along the bottom of his face. He knew the consequences, not caring to share them with the others. They would discover them soon enough...
 
"Then, the answer clearly stands before us brother..." Julius said as he brought his right hand to his chin and smirked. Julius then lowered his hand and began to laugh slightly and suddenly he let out a burst of maniacal laughter. The demonic swordsman then got a hold of himself, restraining his madness as he recovered his control. Of all the members of the Shadow Clan, Markus was the only one who had gained Julius's respect and admiration, for he was the one who created Julius in the first place. In fact, one could even dare to say that Julius was a result of Markus's experiments with the original relics or that Julius might even be the isolated madness that once could have dwelt deep within Markus's subconsciousness.

"I say we capture him and drain him dry...take all of his life force and absorb him! Once we control the power of both Ultimate Relics, we will have nothing to fear! We must take the risk if we want to shake off our fears..."

Julius then bowed before his master and slowly stepped back. He then retook his rigid posture and stood confidently at his master's presence. One could say that Julius was like Markus's hitman; the one who took are of the dirty work.

"I'll track him down, and this time I'll chain him.....as for his friends....what do I do to them?"
Julius questioned as he slowly grinned with a devilish intention. It was evident that all he had in mind was to slaughter all those who were found around or involved with the possessor of the Ultimate Relic...

(OOC: This rp died or what? -__-)
 
OOC: Need Damon or Mandi to post for me to do a Rene post

"Julius." Markus smirked, as much as the idea appealed to him, now that the boy was with the enemy it would be nigh on impossible to get to him. "It would be far too dangerous to take them all on." Markus stood and walked towards his second-in-command. As he stood next to the man, his hood covering his eyes darkly, he rested his hand on the mans shoulder. "However... I do have one job for you..." He smirked evilly as he remembered the flash of memory he had seized from the boy with the amulet. A young girl, the boys best friend, had left him in order to save herself. She meant much to him.

"There is a girl, connected to the boy. I want you to take her and bring her to me." Markus smirked evilly as he looked over the rest of his people. "The rest of you, do as you wish. I will call upon you when I need you."
 
Julius brought his right hand to his face as he placed his fingers on his chin. He then smirked as he grasped the idea of taking advantage of Rene's only weakness; his best friend Faith. Pleased to see he has been given a fitting task, Julius respectfully bowed to his superior and then he went back to his initual formal stance.
"Lord Markus, it shall be my pleassure. Rest assured, the girl will be here soon..."

Julius commented as he slowly stepped back. He then turned around and left the room walking towards the twin doors at the end of the Great Hall. (can't do much ;__; )
 
OOC: Been a while since I last posted here. I'm just going to post for the hell of it and the plot itself, too. It's also going to be a short crappy one because I don't have much creativity to make a long, decent one at the moment.

IC: Tears streamed down her face.

Faith couldn't hold back her emotions, as she let them slip away from her eyes. The very memory of her godfather's death would haunt her to her very grave. These were the tears of an angel, broken by the images that she'd seen. Patricia was still looking around the wasteland, waiting for her goddaughter to be done with seeing Robert Musso's grave. Faith picked herself up again once she had the strength, but felt so weak on the inside.

He died and still managed to keep his honour, she thought, closing her eyes and trying to cast those painful images aside. All he ever wanted was to come back to his family ... but ... he never came back. Those bandits killed him for no apparent reason.

She ran her hand through the ground and then it curled into a ball. Anger coursed through her veins, as she longed to avenge him. Robert Musso would be avenged! He just HAD to be! But first, Faith had one thing to figure out.

How the hell was it that she wasn't normal?
 
Grace looked up at Markus. "My Lord." She kneeled, and bowed her head respectfully, hoping for a little recognition.
"Shall I accompany Julius, sir?" she asked as she stood, hoping for the oppurtunity to wreak a little havoc. "I want to meet the wielder of the Light Relic of Intelligence, and see has his strength improved at all."
 
"And you wish to accompany Julius to do so?" Markus sneered. at Grace, his face contorted in his usual. "Grace, be silent and return to your quarters. It is late and I need to rest." Markus walked back to the entrance of the hall and turned with a strange look in his eyes. His eyes seemed clouded and for a moment his hand rested on top of the handle for the door. The clouded eyes disappeared and for several moments Markus stood still. "Hmm..." He smirked to himself and opened the large wooden door. His footsteps echoed loudly as he walked down the long black, maze like corridors. The many rooms he walked past were familiar and in large amounts, some rooms even he had not explored in his many years of being immortal. He found his room, the largest room in the castle atop the highest tower and rested himself onto his bed, allowing sleep to overcome him. His dreams were filled with prophecies and murder. Pleasent dreams...
 
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