The Eternal Relics - RP

Oh... Julius... Thinking while looking towards Julius.

"Hey, it's been a while... eighteen years, I believe? So what are you up to now, Jul? Looking for something that isn't here anymore? What pity..."

Oh... Lucius... Thinking while looking towards Lucius.

"Don't get too cocky though... you're not my opponent; she is."

Felius eyes were now focused on Grace, Julius and Lucius before the fight started. Oh... Exciting. But, i have to go to Nilem... What a bother... Thought Felius before slipping through Grace and Lucius and also entering Julius portal.

When coming in contact with the village of Nilem, Felius glared at Julius for a moment. "Yo, Julius. How have you been? Killing... much?" Felius got up and began walking towards him.
 
Just as Jacel began to enter a dream he heard a dull knocking followed by a low voice calling out to him. Opening his eyes and getting bolt upright he listened out for where it came from, he calmed down upon recognising Celeste's voice from the other side of the door. Since he was unclothed he couldn't answer the door immediately, placing his sword on the floor lightly he went to his chest of drawers and put on his usual red shirt and trousers, upon dressing he quickly dashed to the door, his hair was a mess and his body was slightly stiff since he had just awoken. Without bothering with this he opened the door, before him stood his friend Celeste, looking innocent as usual he managed a smile in his barely-woken state. "Even warriors like me need their rest you know, besides... They'd find me a bit too troublesome, even if I was asleep. I appreciate the aid, however"
 
The darkness descended around Claret slowly as she marched at a slow pace; slow for her at least, away from her home. The daggers hidden inside her boots felt as though they were throbbing with every step she took, almost as though guiding the thief in her travels. Wrapping her traveling cloak tight around herself to stave off the inevitable chill, the red-head continued, allowing the twinges at her ankles to lead the way. She neithe knew where she was going, nor had any idea of just why her Relic was giving her these rather subtle hints, and yet Claret could not just ignore them.

Something was happening and she was still a fair way away from it.

Deciding it might be better to pick up the pace, Claret began to sprint, her lithe legs powering her forwards at a speed no other human could muster. This, she knew, was due to the Speed Relic she was the possessor of and of course, the Thief also knew that one other person could match it. She growled as she thought about her rival. Oh how she would just love to bump into him again.

The howling of wolves pricked her ears, a sudden know forming in her stomach. Claret had never been a fan of the wild beast and so she swung herself up into the nearest tree, even as a young deer came galloping past. No wolves followed it, however, but the red-haired girl did not come down from the branches. Instead, she leapt from bough to bough, tree to tree until her deep eyes alighted upon three dead beasts. A wave of familiarity hit her, yet she quenched it, determined not to get her hopes up. After all, surely Claret hadn't traveled that far...

She often forgot just how fast she could move.

Then a distant voice hit her thief ears. "Celeste!" she whispered as a jolt ran through her. Excited now, Claret used the trees to get closer to the place she had heard the girl's voice only to growl as another accompanied it. "Jacel..."

A thought hit her.

"They can't be... they wouldn't... if they are... I'll kill him!"

Claret set up vigil in her tree and waited.
 
Julius halted when he heard his name being called. Intrigued by the fact of having someone knowing his name, Julius could not help but to turn himself towards the source of the call. As he had expected, it was another Shadow Relic holder, his former comrade, Felius. Suddenly, the grip the Shadow Relic had on Julius was momentarily released and then he was given a slight shot of reasoning.

"I have come for the keeper of the Ultimate Relic. I pursued his vile stench and tracked him down to this village in the middle of nowhere....of all places he had to choose the least populated town!! Not even someone worth to battle...."

Julius slammed his sword angrily at the soil and pierced the earth. He then pulled his sword from the ground lifting dirth, grass and mud as he swung his sword angrily from side to side. Julius then sighed, sheathing his sword as he folded his arms across his chest.

Villagers ran desperately in order to save themselves from these harbingers of the Apocalypse but all efforts of fleeing were foiled by Julius's cunning actions. Almost instinctively, the man tightened his fists and focused all his malicious intent into the chains wrapping his arms. He then unwrapped the chains and, as if they had a will of their own, the chains stretched themselves and reached several people, pulling them towards Julius.

Held captive as they were by the vicious vice grip, they could not avoid the merciless end that awaited them. One by one Julius extinguised the fires of life in their bodies and one by one their bodies were discarded and scattered all over the place. Around 14 villagers were brutally executed.

Julius soon ended his killing spree, restraining the blood thirst of his chains and calling them once again to wrap his arms and hands. He then relaxed his muscles, inhaling and exhaling the mist and taking a mouthful of the refreshing agony of his victims. A malicious and gratifying grin filled his face as he surveyed the area searching for his target. In confussion, he questioned himself angrily the reason why he had failed to find his prey...

"Why he isn't coming?! Maybe he cowards at the sight of my mightiness! Ahh it matters not, just one use of that blasted pendant is all I need to find this good-for-nothing poor excuse of a hero." Julius then took a moutful of air and shouted furiously. "Hey coward! Come out, come out wherever you are! Are you afraid or what? What's so great about the Ultimate Relic if the owner just sits back at home and hides like a whining baby!"
 
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Just as Jacel began to enter a dream he heard a dull knocking followed by a low voice calling out to him. Opening his eyes and getting bolt upright he listened out for where it came from, he calmed down upon recognising Celeste's voice from the other side of the door. Since he was unclothed he couldn't answer the door immediately, placing his sword on the floor lightly he went to his chest of drawers and put on his usual red shirt and trousers, upon dressing he quickly dashed to the door, his hair was a mess and his body was slightly stiff since he had just awoken. Without bothering with this he opened the door, before him stood his friend Celeste, looking innocent as usual he managed a smile in his barely-woken state. "Even warriors like me need their rest you know, besides... They'd find me a bit too troublesome, even if I was asleep. I appreciate the aid, however"
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"We'll aren't we a little self-assured this evening." Celeste stared at him crossly, arms folded over her chest. "Not quite as troublesome as you'd think, it would seem, considering all the noises that were being made. You know, wolves howling, yelping, that kind of thing. For you Jacel, I figured you would've been on your feet in an instant."

Darkness fell and a fleeting wind hit the air, soaring all around the young priestess and her warrior companion. "I mean, it's a good thing I'm here, otherwise I would've had to heal yet another injury," she added teasingly, winking at her friend. Celeste lifted her elegant head and breathed in, closing her blood-red eyes. "Something is close...do you feel that aura, Jacel?" She inquired softly. "Something doesn't feel...quite right."

The wind picked up a little stronger, blowing her hair back from her face. The little miko opened crimson eyes and stared up at the sky. "Something is going to happen...I think. Something in the air feels almost," Celeste paused, ruby orbs widening slightly, "foreboding." The lovely young woman turned, clutching her holy bow and gazed out at the land surrounding them. She listened closely, intently waiting to see if anything or anyone around them was coming. "I wonder...," she thought to herself with a tiny grin. "Yes, definitely foreboding," she almost giggled as she heard a soft voice.

"They can't be... they wouldn't... if they are... I'll kill him!"

Celeste felt her heart leap in her chest, almost skipping a few beats as she rushed towards the tree where she heard that familiar voice. "I know you're up there! Come down here! You have some explaining to do!" She demanded, trying to sound firm, but there was laughter unmistakably heard in her tone.
 
"It has begun." A young, but deep voice stated. A man was stood upon a tall cliff overlooking the small village of Nilem. It was not possible to see the man's face due to his black hooded cloak and long dark robe, his pale white hands were placed against each other in front of him, as though he were praying. "Now release, my soldiers. Wreck your strength against this pitiful village and unite with my Generals of Shadow." As he said this he brought his hands away from each other to show a cloud of darkness between them. The smoke spread and fell to the ground beneath him. It dug itself into the ground and suddenly soldiers, covered in dark mist with red eyes and darkened skin rose from the ground. They marched towards the village.

The man chuckled as he unzipped his robe slightly and took out a black pendant. He brought it close to his lips and uttered a single sentence. "I have returned, my fellow Shadow Relic Holders."

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"The hell's goin' on around here!" Rene exclaimed as people began to ran past in their attempts to get away, people shouted at him to run away but he shook his head at them, telling them to just go so he could help the others. Rene continued to run forward, the crushing wind howling all around him as the dark sky felt like it was coming down unto the village. He ran forwards as he saw several more people run away and then he saw them. Tall, powerful beings rose from the ground, covered in a dark aura and wearing the darkest of armours, they had red eyes and stoic, uncaring faces.

"Who the hell are you!?" Rene shouted as one of the soldiers cut down a running civilian. The man fell and Rene shouted in anger as he charged forwards to attack them. He had no weapons and no armour, he was sure to be cut down. The soldiers chuckled as one of them lifted his foot at the last second and smashed Rene in the gut. Rene fell, as his head hit the ground and blood trickled from his mouth he spotted the Blacksmith's. Several swords lay scattered on the ground and thankfully one of them was in reach. One of the soldiers began to walk forwards, the gravel being crushed under his heavy armour. The footsteps stopped and Rene took his chance. Grabbing the handle of the blade he swung his arm round and slashed into the mans armour with surprising ease. The soldier fell and Rene threw himself upwards.

"We have found him!" The two remaining soldiers hissed, all around the village, the soldiers stopped and began to hiss the words "We have found him!"

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The cloaked man chuckled once more as his soldiers began to hiss loudly. He brought the black pendant to his lips once more, activating the conduit between it and the minds of his shadow relic holders. "Find him, and bring him to me. Do not kill him however, be sure of his identity."
 
"Found!? The master found him!? Excellent!" Julius rejoiced as he sighted several shadow soldiers storming through the village and heading towards the target. It seemed that they have finally found one of the Relic Holders and were very close in succeeding to capture him. With a confident pase, Julius slowly walked to where the soldiers led him and verified with his own eyes the rumours of the "promised one's" apprehension.

Julius smirked, grinning confidently and defiantly as he looked down at his newest rival. Julius lifted his blade above his shoulder, aiming his sword at the man identified as Rene Skylar. His eyes frowned angrily as he gave Skylar a killer stare.

"You? Of all kinds of warriors I have invisioned I never thought that chosen one was just, just....just a KID! Argh...and here I was eager for a challenge..."

Julius swung his blade angrily as he addressed to his rival with a deepening animosity. The man then grinned, showing his sharp teeth as he lowered his sword and continued to taunt his helpless foe.

"Well it can't be helped....I can't kill you....yet...but that doesn't mean I can't have some fun!! On guard! Come on stand your ground and prove me that you deserve that relic....do it or else master will see me ripping that pendant from your dead carcass!"
 
Grace smiled. "Ah, the same Julius. Bye bye," she smiled to the holder of the Relic of Intelligence with a smile that was chilling, and not at all warm or friendly. The shadows rose to engulf her again, and for a few moments she felt a surge of suffocating darkness around her, before she was released into the chaotic anarchy that had once been Nilem.

A burst of darkness engulfed a villager that had run for her, comsuming his body and splitting it to atoms. She, unlike Julius, was not here for senseless killing, but to find the Relic holders and the holder of the Ultimate Shadow Relic. Whichever came first didn't matter to her.

Killing anyone who attacked her, she disappeared into a plume of smoke flying from a burning house, and waited to recognise, or be recognised.
 
Although she had sprinted at first, Faith's running came to a halt when she suddenly started walking. Amidst the chaos, she fell to her knees and silently suffered in pain. The deaths ... their last feelings ... their last thoughts ... she could feel them. It was as if they were her own. She tried shaking them off, but their feelings, their thoughts, every ounce of their entire existence felt like her own. Faith's hand clutched around the golden, unopened locket that she always wore. The reason it was locked was a mystery, even to her.

It was said that when Patricia adopted Faith and raised her as her own, the locket had been around her neck when she was a mere baby. Patricia had told her that she'd never dared to take it off because she thought it resembled the only significant thing about her when she arrived at her doorstep. Instantly remembering that her godmother was possibly in danger, Faith rose to her feet again and her hand slipped away from the locket, allowing it to dangle from her neck.

She continued to run thereafter.

After a few moments of frantic searching around her burning house, Patricia was found. She was underneath the floorboards - it was a secret passageway to the cellar and beyond.

"Your godfather built this before you were born," she explained, as they both walked in the underground. The only light that they had was the torch Patricia was holding. "He knew that if we were to have an accident in the village like a natural disaster, then we'd have to use these underground passages to get to the Plains."

"Ohhh, I see," nodded Faith, acknowledging what she said. "Robert really knew what he was doing, didn't he?"

It had been a long time since she had uttered her godfather's name; it was still painful to do so. Robert, her godfather and once Patricia's wife, died three years ago in a tragic attack while he was on his way back from another city. He had been a tradesman, selling goods wherever he went. He had been well known ... that was, until bandits attacked him, leaving him for dead. Patricia had never gotten over his death. Faith appeared to have done so, but instead she chose to mourn silently.

"Where's Rene?" asked Patricia, quickly changing the topic.

"He'll be fine," Faith spoke in a stern voice. She didn't look at her when she said this. "My priority was you. We need to get to the Plains until this all calms down ... if it calms down." She felt a little uneasy because there were different things happening - she was still feeling the thoughts and feelings of people running and getting killed.
 
Jacel sniggered at Celeste's comments "can't expect me to always be on edge, wouldn't be too healthy." he then felt a negative presence, from above him darkness swiftly enveloped the sky and quickly thickened as it blotted out the light as night became day in an instant. Celeste then mentioned an evil presence nearby, instinctively he grabbed his sword and unsheathed it as he quickly stood defensively next to Celeste, looking around for anything that would appear he was then directed to a tree by Celeste. Something was inside it, he changed his sword into a fiery form, lighting up the area near the tree. Within he saw a familiar figure, though years had passed he could tell who it was. "Claret, it's been too long." with this said he dispelled and lowered his sword. "Come down here, it would be best if we stuck together... I have a bad feeling about this sky. I suggest we head down to the village, there may be some evil force below."
 
"This is the end of all hope..." Julius affirmed as he circled around his opponent, taunting him with his free hand and inviting him to battle. The chains wrapped around his arms tingled, emanating a thrilling sounds as he kept moving around. With a slow yet firm pase, Julius began to study his new adversary almost as if he were a ravenous beast stalking a prey. He soon made a sudden stop, halting before Rene, glaring at him face to face. For an instant, Julius remained still taking no other action besides fixing his cold eyes at Skylar.

"It begins...."

Almost spontaneously, the once tranquill Julius's emity began to burst pure rage. With heavy, stomps, Julius dashed towards Rene, clutching the hilt of his sword with both hands as the chains once wrapping his arms began to losen and bind themselves to the sword. With quick pase, Julius performed a series of three consecutive sword slashes; two diagonal arcs and one upward slash aimed to Rene's legs and right shoulder. If successful, Julius would take this chance to lunge his left hand towards Rene in an attempt to reach him by the neck and strangle him.
 
Rene jumped backwards in shock as the man in front of him went to attack him, he brought the sword he had taken up into a fragile defensive position and glared into the man's eye. "Who the hell are you!" Rene demanded. Rene blocked the attacks with all his strength but fell to the ground as the last one smashed against his blade. He fell to the ground, choking on the dust that flew upwards as he did so. Rene knew this was it, it was all over for his petty little life.

The seventeen year old dropped the blade that was still clutched firmly in his hand and closed his eyes, waiting for the blow to kill him.

OOC: You know what to do now Juli. No one try to stop him please.
 
"There Routing Mi-Lord Do We let them Escape?" A Fully plate-clad soldier marked with the Emblem of the Shadow Order yelled among the dust and debrie of a small village surrounded in flames as the townspeoples screams echoed across the surrounding valley.

"No, none shall survive, make sure every last one is sacrificed as tribute to the Relics!" A tall-muscular man barked back, pushing a young womans corpse from his blade with his foot, before taking a cloth from within his robe and wiping the blood from it and discarding the cloth on the corpse.

"For The Relics!!" The soldiers all sounded in a warcry as they began there persuit of the fleeing villagers, leaving the man, obviously there leader stood alone in the flame-basked village ruins.

He placed his large purple bladed greatsword upon his large muscular left shoulder and walked towards a nearby barn, the only building not ravaged by the fires, he kicked down the door to find a woman and child cowering in the corner near a bale of hay.

The man decked in purple plate armor, with a sleeveless robe open at the front approached the fear-striken mother and child and planted his blade into the ground and took a knee...

"Why are you afraid?" He asked "You have nothing to be afraid of..." he rose from his knee and placed a hand upon the sword...

"I'm granting you a gift, to be sacrificed to the Relics is to be a gift to be embrassed...how I envy you!" He Said with a booming tone as he pulled the greatsword from the ground and swung the blade with ferocity, killing both mother and child in one swing.

He smiled a sadistic smile for a moment as he gazed upon there corpses and revelled on the memory of there death screams before making his way out of the barn back into the village.

The Soldiers were returning from there hunt, carrying in there arms the bodies of the other villagers that had fled "For Sigmuss, for the Relics!!" they all chanted as they placed the bodies in a pile and knelt before the man, who appeared to be known as Sigmuss.

"Lord Sigmuss, your orders?" one of the soldiers asked with intensity as if he was ready to go to the grave for this man

"Burn it all, and plant our banner amongst the ruin as a reminder that the relics are the only thing to follow in this world!" Sigmuss barked as he once again shouldered his greatsword and made his way from the village as the remaining buildings and crops were burned to ashes and the banner bearing the same crest that he and his army bore in the centre of the wreckage....
 
[FONT=&quot]“I know you’re up there! Come down here! You have some explaining to do!”[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]That melodious voice filled Claret with joy and she almost called out until Jacel’s tone was added to her hearing.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]“Claret, it’s been too long. Come down here, it would be best if we stuck together… I have a bad feeling about this sky. I suggest we head down to the village, there may be some evil force below.”[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]“Shit…” Claret’s face bloomed red as she peered out from around the bough she was carefully perched upon. “I guess that’s me busted…” Swinging from the branch, she landed just off from her friends, crouched low like a cat ready to pounce. “It has been too long, hasn’t it, Jacel,” she lifted her deep blue eyes to peer into his as she rose to her full, and rather meager, five foot height. There was no smile upon her lips until she turned towards Celeste. “I see neither of you have changed,” the smile was slight, evident more in her eyes than upon her lips.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]The thief turned her attention to the sky. “This might be what I’ve had a strange feeling about today… feels, foreboding, doesn’t it?” she asked is a musing sort of tone, sighing slightly. “Do you suppose Lucius is somewhere nearby?” Sapphire eyes lowered to rest upon Celeste and Jacel once more, uncertainty flashing behind them. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]And then all signs of anxiety were swept away as the tiny red-head beamed broadly and punched Jacel playfully on the arm. “C’mon then MuscleHead! Let’s go see what’s going on!” Claret threw Celeste a mischievous little wink before turning on her heel. “Race ya!”[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]And with that, Xiong was gone, her natural speed and that of her Relic powering her forwards at a speed only one other she knew of could muster. Claret bore her Relic of Speed with great pride. It showed her to be worthy of something, despite her criminal past life. Course, many would still call her a thief now, but she liked to think she was serving cold dishes of justice with her preferred occupation of ‘Transferring Ownership.’[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Nilem came into view and by the time she reached the edge of the village, the thief could tell something was very, VERY wrong. She came to a crashing halt, smacking into the back of some random person and flying, literally, head over heels onto the ground. A small ‘Ooof’ past her lips as her rear made contact and her eyes opened upon the one thing she had been dreading.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]The thief rose slowly, cradling her rear and staring at the man with the sword, towering over his fallen opponent. “Julius…” she whispered, barely audible even to herself. And just who was the boy, for that was all he appeared to be, in the dirt before him? Instinctively, Claret’s eyes darted to the left and right, falling upon the one person she had not been expecting. "Lucius!" Had any one else even realised the mage was there? "...What's.... can't you... do something!" There was a desperation in her voice, bordering on hysteria; something Claret was not typically known to show. Her eyes drifted back to the inhumane Julius, a growl ripping from her throat as she watched the scene gradually unfold.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]It was only when the boy let go of his blade that Claret realised she had stopped breathing. Taking a few deep breathes, she turned her head over her shoulder, almost sure that Celeste and Jacel must be within shouting distance by now. “Jacel! Celeste! We… We’ve got trouble!” She crouched like a tiger, hands slipping into her boots, fingers curling around the hilts of her twin daggers. If Julius was here, surely he had to be too…[/FONT]
 
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Baldwin yawned.

He had been traveling for many days, and was glad to come across the small village of Nilem the previous evening. The villagers had taken him in and provided a warm bed for the night, which Baldwin was grateful for. Ahhh, I can't remember the last time I slept in a real bed. As he stretched out the kinks in his back, he ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair and looked out the window. In spite of the weather, he had an...odd feeling.

Baldwin shrugged the feeling off, both metaphorically and literally. His long journey had been peaceful up to this point. There was no reason for today to be any differeny. Today is a training day...need to keep my sword skills sharp, if I want to make an impression on anyone. Baldwin sighed. He was a soldier, after all, and yet had not wielded the Notos against a living opponent in...well, it seemed like forever.

"One way or another...I've got to stay in shape." Baldwin said to no one in particular as he shrugged into his armor and left for the woods to practice. As the village dropped out of sight behind him, he again spoke to himself: "Perhaps, one day, I'll find something to do out here."

Hours later, Baldwin prepared to head back to the village. As he passed through a thick portion of the forest, he began to notice an odd orange glow...like fire. Baldwin's jaw hung open, and he gripped the Notos with a new purpose. "Filarhh has smiled on me this day. Thank you." he prayed as his mouth set into a firm expression and he rushed in the direction of Nilem.

He made it to the village, and what he saw in the square stopped him dead in his tracks. Baldwin stood a good distance, but clearly saw a large man with a large sword standing over a small man...even a teenager, perhaps. Baldwin was far enough away to not fully recognize what was happening, but before he could take any action, he felt an impact on his back. Someone had ran into him.

Before he could turn and say something, he watched as a young woman flipped over him at an impossible speed. Impossible! How on earth could she go so fast...that's...inhuman! The woman landed near the large man with the sword...and Baldwin made a decision he did not often make. Oh Mighty Filarhh, what manner of sorcery is this...Baldwin thought as he stayed a safe distance...all the while keeping an eye on his surroundings, and a hand on Notos.
 
Julius smirked as he loathed and bathed himself in his glorious achievement; the one who had somehow made the will of the Ultimate Relic holder submit like a mere martyr. The general slowly stepped towards Rene as he clutched his sword firmly with both hands and as the chains enveloping his arms began to wrap the blade of his sword, almost entangled in a deadly embrace; fearsome chains and a menacing blade where preparing to extinguish yet another life. Still Julius knew there was something wrong, this could not be happening this way, not if Rene was the Ultimate Relic holder. Julius looked stern, his lips tightly seals as he grasped the hilt of his weapon. His left hand then released the hilt, and Julius slowly rose the blade with his right hand as he prepared to knock out Rene, after all, his orders were not to kill him.

As he glared at his opponent, Julius's eyes revealed a turmoil of feelings and a deepening hesitation and confusion. If Rene was truly the holder of the Ultimate Relic, he was surely meant to pose a threat and yet, Julius took him out with a mere sword swings. Nonsense! This is just a kid...Julius thought as he nodded negating and shaking away any doubts. Instead of dealing a blunt blow, Julius quickly reached Rene's neck with his left hand and clutched it, lifting the boy above his feet. The general then stared eye to eye to the boy as he fought the desire to choke the life out of him. This will only take a hit...Julius told to himself as he rose his blade and prepare to hit Rene's forehead with the handle of his sword.

But suddenly....something unexpected....unbelievable happened...

(That's it Rene, now's your turn :wacky: god mod me a bit if you need it :))
 
As Julius' blade went for Rene neck, he threw his hands up to protect himself. The Blade neared his neck and when it reached the point of no return, it happened. A blinding blue light emanated from the Pendant around his neck. It sent out a massive field of blue light and everything stopped. What the hell? Rene thought as he lowered his hands. Julius' blade seemed to be suspended in mid-air as though he and his blade had frozen. No, it hasn't stopped, Rene thought to himself as he saw the blade edge so slowly towards his neck. The Crystal was still bright blue and Rene crawled backwards and stood up. The Crystal once again threw out an amazing blue light but this time something else happened.

Rene's body seemed to throw itself into the air by about a metre. He shouted in shock as his body began to have strange blue symbols etched into his skin. His face began to have the same symbols and Rene forced his eyes closed in agony as each "second" passed. Then an explosion happened, from Rene's body a wave of blue light erupted and he finally could not contain his pain. He shouted in pain as the light blew itself from his body and then he returned to the ground. He was crouched there for several more moments, time still slowed around him. Rene looked up at Julius, his blade was still slowly moving but the man was staring right at him, he had turned his head towards him despite the slowed time.

Rene stood up, something about him completely different, his eyes were still the same vivid blue but there was something in them that showed something else. Something dark. And then instinct kicked in, whilst time was still slowed, he turned and ran, as far away as possible from the man. Rene grabbed the strange crystal around his neck that was no longer glowing so much but seemed to echo with knowledge and strength. A familiar sensation filled his body as time reverted back to it's normal pace.

"What the hell!" Rene shouted as he entered the forest outside of the village and sat down behind a tree, attempting to regain some form of normality.

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The Cloaked Man

"It is too late. Come back my servants!" The man hissed into his crystal. He was furious and his voice gave that away. "Julius, you have failed. Return now at once!" And with that he put the crystal away and using the magic of darkness, he created a portal. He turned round, the air around him becoming cold, and walked into the portal of darkness. As he exited the portal, the air around him felt as though it could freeze water in an instant.

The area had large blackened walls made of cold, harsh stone. There was no fires to light the path but the man knew it well enough to walk through it, eyes closed. Eventually he reached the end of the passage and sat down in a large throne. The castle was atop a dark mountain, ruined and wrecked by wars and pillagers. The man clicked his fingers and within an instant the room was lit, the fires in nearby lamps coming on. There, he waited, waiting for his servants to return, so that punishment may be served
 
With a surge of darkness, which coaclesed into a purple glow, Grace vanished, sinking into the suffocating blackness once more.

As she was dropped, she saw that the castle to which she had been summoned was, in truth, little better than the blackness from which she had came.

"My Lord." She bowed as she saw the cloaked man, bowing on one knee, awaiting with shuddering anticipation the blow that was coming from her esteemed, beloved master. She would take it gladly, for she knew she had failed.
 
Triumphantly after there sacking of the Village, Sigmuss and his followers travelled through the twisting valleys and lush wilderness of Nilem until they came to a dominating structure, The structure stood several stories high, the walls made of an ornate black marble and granite with golden etchings marking the archways and upon the spire a symbol of the shadow order.

Sigmuss stepped towards to the large oaken door, barded with steel rivets and iron struts...a voice from behind the door spoke up...

"Password?"

"May He who serves the Shadows be granted passage to Immortality" Sigmuss spoke clearly and the gates flung open allowing he and his men to enter.

A grand hall lavishly decorated stood before him, the emblem of the order was marked in golden thread upon the various banners drapped around the coridoors of the hall, antique suits of armor stood vigilantly along the walls as a rich purple carpet led the way to a large ornate throne carved from mithril and lined with gold, detailed with gargoyles heads and a symbol of the order upon the top of the wing of the throne.

Sigmuss dismissed his men and made his way to the throne and placed his sword in a steel sword-stand ajacent to the throne, he took his seat and waited for his scribe to bring him the news he so eagerly desired....he had seen the blackened skies, he had languished on the screams of helpless heretics....he only needed the word to confirm it....he only needed to know that they had returned....
 
While Julius walked towards the target, Felius stood in his place hearing the shouts of the villagers. He didn't like facing face to face the man/woman/child he was about to kill. He prefered doing it in the shadows, assassin style.

Felius was walking slowly towards the village when he saw the a blue light coming from a bit far from him. "What the!?"

When he looked again at it, it had disappeared and with that, the angry voice of his master calling them. Felius had a confused face when this happened and was still trying to figure it out while returning to the castle.

With a dark green smoke, Felius was brought to the castle and walked over to the site where his master was. Kneeling before him, he stood there quietly, without any emotion waitting for is punish, such as a statue waitting to be demolished.
 
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