Rith was not pleased at all. Things had been going horribly ever since the battle for Istan. The battle had served as the starting point and ending point of the war. Too many errors had been made. Sargoth was quite the match for Ranewen's might and backing of Veronna's forces had neglected the numbers of Ranewen's army. The two deities must have caught on to Rae's plan early, though Rith had checked Istan ahead of time before the battle began and they seemed wholly unprepared. Rith was against making such a bold move so soon, yet he did not question Rae and did his best to aid her. After the battle Rae and Sargoth had resigned as deities and vanished into the unknown. This was not the only and certainly not the worst delay in his plans. His glorious invention had gone haywire after the loss of the goddess. He couldn't make the connection between the two events or even fix the problem effective. Thus he was forced to disband his guild temporarily for their safety and his secrecy. His plans revolved around the invention and it was not yet time to tell others even those few faithful of his guild and not even Skorne.

The twisted creations now occasionally escaped from his masterwork when he tried to fix it. Rith had not expected them to be produced with no souls to be processed, yet this had been the case today when he wasn't working on it. Several twisted creations had swarmed his castle, yet only one had gotten away, a large hideous spider-like creature. Rith wished to see this beast destroyed as he had done with the others. He wanted nothing that could possible be traced to him till he was ready and this monstrosity was certainly not a part of his plans. He had to see to its destruction before it got outside of the Hills of Mist. Thankfully few traveled though the area which was part of the reason he had chosen it for his base of operations. The haunting mist was just an added touch fitting of his enigmatic presence.

Rith rode atop Misery and Torment walked in front of the Dark Phoenix. Rith took on the casual alias of a tall hooded and robed figure with no discernable feature. A few simple illusions went a along way. While it was not likely that people would be out in this area. Rith liked to leave as little room for error as possible and he certainly didn’t need to deal with someone seeing his true form, which was the form of a small child. He could attempt to create a new shell, but with his invention malfunctioning it would be unwise to do so. Torment strode forward in his normal worg-like form. Rith had not yet finished the Torment’s new larger form, which at least made getting through the misty woods easier. Torment’s nose was close to the ground as he attempted to catch the creature’s scent again. It was close, yet probably hiding somewhere in the canopy. While Torment’s scent was not particularly great, he did manage to note that there was another out here aside from their hunt. Rith gazed around through the misty darkness looking and listening for any hint of either of the beings. He could not afford to be surprised by either of them.

It was true; she definitely enjoyed the feeling of the rushing air curving around her body, slipping over every exposed square inch of skin and sending shivers up her spine. She enjoyed the harsh manner in which her wings sliced the air and rode the currents, disrupting how the currents began to manipulate around her, feeling them touch her lightly as they lifted her higher. If there was any place that Lánilmathién liked to be, it was the sky, and as she lifted herself higher above the mist-filled lands, she felt a cold chill brush along her body and bringing a new sensation to her lithe form. She could feel the magic that crackled around her demonically created raven wings, their black feathers dominant along the wingspan; however the edges of her beautiful wings were dipped in scarlet and bore the specialized symbol of beauty which she cared. When invoking the spirit of the Erinyes, Lánilmathién also invoked an ancient power which she took into herself. A power of a seductress and a Sorceress; the power of a mistress and a Warrioress; the power of a Queen and a Lady all at once. The tattoo on her neck sparked again as her eyes glowed and jumped to life, the power of the Erinyes stretching further as she led her wingspan expand to its full length. There, now she could fly freely; each twitch of her body brought her to another velocity, every breath forcing an ascent or descent of height. All-in-all, it was quite marvelous that Lánilmathién could fly as so.



There it was. A twitch which she couldn’t shake –an irk of her nerve, a horrible sensation sent through her body to her brain and giving off an icy feeling that itched her mind. She couldn’t figure out what happened. One moment she was flying wonderfully, enjoying it all, and then next minute she stopped and hovered, eyes peering down below her as she studied, hoping to find someone to ease this feeling. Someone was there. Someone was watching and waiting, moving through the marsh as though they owned it. She didn’t own it, of course, but she was not the intruder here. She was here first. Or was she? Lánilmathién didn’t know the answer to that question, but she knew that someone was down there and that someone was out there hunting. The wind kicked up, and Láni used a pale hand to smooth down the folds of her taffeta, black gown which flapped about wildly. Normal people didn’t fly in gowns, but Lánilmathién found no need to fly without one –she was a Lady, and despite what others thought, she always would be a lady. She was a woman of the arts –magic, music, painting; it didn’t matter, at one point she dabbled in it. It just so happen that now, she was an expert at Magick and a Lady to boot. She was nobility, though she claimed no official title as such in Imythess, of course. Eyes focused in on the ground beneath her as she attempted to peer through the darkness but found nothing. She would have to descend, she knew, but she would rather not –especially if she didn’t know whether this was friend or foe, and had no clue or their position. Perhaps she had a spell? She ran through them quickly in her mind.



She flipped through them as though they were nothing. One, two, three. Epic, normal, average, Epic again. Flame, Water, Air, Nature, Death, Death, Holy, Death. Didn’t matter in what order she saw it, or how she looked at it –it only mattered that she had the splendid abilities to recall any and all magic she possessed with the utmost clarity. The spells flew through her mind quickly; ingredients, conditions, words, motions, even emotions in the strongest of cases. They were all there, all present and recorded in the depths of her cognitive mind which seemed to allow her to recall such simplistic details. Her eyes did not adjust as she surveyed the scene, multitasking, but it also did not take long for her to discover the spell she was looking for. It was not only a spell of light, but also one of sound. It would be quite the deadly spell should she use it in an improper method, or if she used it directly in front of her self; she, however, was no naïve to Magick. She knew the rules, the boundaries, and the applications. She knew what to do, and how to do it when it came to the methods of Magick. Thank the Goddess Isis that she didn’t need any ingredients she didn’t have with her already. Yes, thank Isis.



The words flew across her lips in an ancient language not many knew. It was a whisper –words she barely heard, and was barely audible, but the words were present. No one would hear them below without the use of a miraculous super-senses spell. Hands moved in a swift and steady blur, twisting threads of magic in her own method as she weaved a spell strong enough to effect two different spectrums –one of sound, and one of sight. The magic was tightly knit when she cast it forth, flicking her fingers out as the magic poured from her fingertips. Each inch of her power that was thrown into this blast and threaded together was only a small, miniscule fraction of her skills. Her wrists went limp again, and she cast the spell, releasing the word as she focused on the point below her it was to be cast. It was a large, resonating sound at first, and then it came, hit with a huge explosion of combustion and presence that broke through the mist and shadow below. It did little to show her who the person was, as the mist was dense, but the magic showed the shadow of the person, and with a crackle, it disappeared. She removed her hands from her ears and slowly began her circling, her wingspan at full as she went around in circles –once, twice, thrice.

[[Opinions about my new format? I am thinking of doing this. It inspires me and lets me think clearly when I do it this way. XD]]

Wings. It was the beating of wings; two wings beating in harmony. He was sure of this, the he was not so adept in knowing what these wings bleonged to by the soft sound alone. He imagined that it was high up and probably larger than normal birds, which made sense with few fauna daring to call this land their home or even tread through it. It certainly wasn't the monsterous beast he was hunting unless they held a curious mutating power which Rith had not yet been able to note, while that was most unlikely so were some of the issues he had been having with his invention. Lack of information ofcourse was synonymous with lack of effort and he knew how to find out anything he needed to know. Rith would reveal this curious flyer that seemed to hover above the clearing and he knew just the spell to do so. The spell wasn't as effective when he was missing his various equipment and artifacts, but it would do well enough to give him desirable results.

Rith raised his palm upward and wordlessly call arcane energy to his hand. Parts of the mist around him converged over his hand and formed a small could resembling the form of Lánilmathién, slowly more and more detailed came to the illusional vision. Rith was curious as the figure began to look more and more like Raenewen. He could tell it was not, even though he had not seen Rae since she had dissappeared after relinquishing her power. Was it some strange impersonator or had the spell failed him? Before Rith could contemplate this thoughts further, Lánilmathién's spell took birth and small dim light decesnded through the mist. Upon contact with the ground a fair distance it exploded in a flash of light and a cacphony of sound. That atleast confirmed that the mage was not ignorant of his prescense, though he and his pets found the spell throughly distasteful. His hunt seemed to agree as he heard it fleeing away. That would mean that he would have the ability to deal with this strange wanderer first and then resume his hunt, atl east until the hunted decided to change his role into the hunter. Lánilmathién changed from hovering to a circling glide as silent as an owl noiselessly sweeping in for a kill. Rith silently watched the silent image attempting to caculate how far exactly she was away as well as were she was. He liked to minimize surprises wherever possible, at least when it came to him getting them.