The sun was setting slowly on the horizon, making the sky turning from orange to pink to purple over the port city. AD sat perched on one of the many roofs looking over the main gate. She didn’t see anyone she knew there as of yet, or anyone else for that matter. She knew the guards were there though, just by the gate. She was keeping her eyes open though, as was Turin, who was zipping around further off. Most of the city was shutting down for the night.

She was waiting for the other members of the Divschatten to show up. Lynthaer had wanted her to gather them all here in Taras. She had told them all, though it had taken a little bit to find them all. She also wasn’t sure if they would all show, or what they had all been called here for. She had forgotten to ask at the time, but she was sure that he would let everyone know what was happening. It had to be something rather interesting to have everyone meet out here instead of in the Choronzon Gebäude.

She decided to practice a few of her summoning circles while she was waiting, as she had gotten much better at them. The shadow illusions followed the motion of her wand, drawing themselves on the street below. She would have to go down and touch them to activate them, but for now she just let them settle about in interesting patterns. Turin then called her attention to something, or someone. Aether Draka looked up in the hopes it was one of the Divschatten, and to make sure she wasn’t going to have to distract the guards at the gate to make sure they could get into the city.

Another set of eyes was trained on the gate, or rather a dual set of eyes. Dalhar and Misery were both viewing the gate through the same set of eyes. Dalhar was actually standing one rooftop over from AD, and was actually in the process of a mental argument with Misery.

You moron. We should go over there and keep an eye on her. What if someone attacks her? She's planning on making a distraction, if need be, I can feel it.

And I don't like her, Son of Vengeance.

Stop saying that like it's funny, you prick. I AM the Son of Vengeance. All those who oppose my path to power will be cut down. I don't care WHO it is.

We're NOT going over there on that rooftop. So FORGET IT!

Well, you know what? This is MY body. You're just along for the ride. If she's planning on making an opening, she needs to be kept safe.

With that, he lifted his glaive from the rooftop, and sprinted toward the edge, planting the butt end of the saw-toothed spear, and launching himself over the gap to the next rooftop.

He landed softly, not ten feet from where AD was standing, and walked up. "Wonderful view," he said quietly, admiring the view very much indeed as he walked up behind her, and then stepped up beside her, glaive vertical at his side like some bizarre flag.

The sound of a horses hooves ran down the cobble stone street. The black horse ran at a gallop. Anyone in the way jumped to the side, trying to avoid the horse and rider. Fehade held the reins close, and leaned close to the horses neck. His cloak pulled up, and the hood over his face, like usual, it shadowed his face, his blood red eyes seemed dim with annoyance, mainly with the fact that he had to meet with the Divschatten nearby. He had things to do, and didn't always have time to deal with the guild, but he had to go, he had his loyalties, and sides, the little cannibal girl was in the guild too.

He remembered the time he ran into the girl, it was a long, long time ago, he couldn't quite remember how long ago though. It was a day he had killed a few people in a wagon, it had been fun, a lot of blood too, it was wonderful. A small smirk slid onto his face of the memory.

He focused on back to what he was doing, and turned Evier down a wider alley, and she galloped on down. There were children playing ahead, but once they saw the horse coming towards them, they scattered, but a little girl fell, and started crying. As Evier neared, the nightmare jumped, leaping over the child, and landing back on its feet and off it went again, Fehade directing it to turn down streets and alleys. The guards never really noticed who it was riding down the streets, they tried to stop him a couple times, but they never succeeded because of how fast the horse was moving.

After a while, Fehade slowed the horse to a canter, then to a trot as he felt the presence of the other guild members. He looked around, then noticed two figures on the roofs. Smiling slightly, he dismounted from the horse, even as the horse trotted, but he jumped to the ground, landing easily on his feet. Then, his wings reappeared. He flapped them once, and lifted off the ground, another beat of the wings, and he flew to the top of the roof. Then he folded his wings back, and dropped to the roof, once again, landing with ease. He waved his hand slightly, and the wings disappeared again.

"I hope I'm not late." The tiefling hissed, a cruel smile twisting onto his face. He walked towards the two. Aether Draka it seemed, and then, it must be the new member, Fehade couldn't remember his name, mainly because he never met him.

"Fehade reporting to duty, my lady." He said to Aether and bowed mockingly, before he straightened and looked over the city. Every time here this year, it brought bad luck, first the paladin, then the vampire came back for revenge on Fehade, and hopefully, this time, things would go according to plan, whatever that is.

Lynthaer crouched on one of the many ledges of Taras, looking over the city. It was a sight to behold, one that would take the breath of anyone else who sat in Lynth’s place. Too bad Lynthaer didn’t have any breathy to spare. Or any reason to waste it on this city. Residing on top of one of the taller buildings of Taras, far away from where Aether should be, Lynthaer was surveying the magnificent work of the humans who had built it. It sprawled out for miles here and there, building after building, street after street, person after person. In the distance he could see the temple of the Mistress of the Blade, deity of the city and apparent ruler as well. There was also the Taras guard, a mighty force, of knights and paladins. There was no other city to rival it. Not even Balefire in all of its black majesty compared to this. Cascadia had its falls, Istan had its desert, but Taras…it stood alone. It had itself to rely on for fame. It, its Goddess, its guard, and its destroyers.

Lynthaer smiled, and reached into his cloak to pull out the blood red gem that had been given to him. Lynthaer’s flickering eyes almost seemed to reflect in the stone depths, or was it something else? He tried to focus on it, but as always, he could never clearly see what he thought was there. The strange item had been passed to him by some strange being that had commanded the halls of Choronzon Gebäude without Lynthaer’s permission. Unspeakably strong, it had told him simply to place the stone in a city that would bring the most pain to the land. That, and that there was an army for him. Eyes gleaming in the night, passion rising, Lynthaer stared into the stones heart, imaging the army. What would the Gods think when he marched it across the land. What would Faust think, the new God of Light? A puppet he may be, but this puppet would take any chance to rise above others. Perhaps even the puppet master.

Tucking the stone back into his cloak, Lynthaer reached in and grabbed his mask. Pulling it out, he turned it so he could see the face that so many saw. The leather grinned back at him, the smile at a slant, and the corners of grin twisting in on themselves. It was a sickening sight. One that brought an equally sickening smile to Lynthaer’s face.

Standing slowly as to not lose his balance, he looked out over the city once more. He was far enough up that the guards would have a hard time seeing him, and it was very much impossible that he would be identified as a threat. The sun had set a small while ago, and the pink was finally fading, allowing, Lynthaer to throw back to hood of his cloak. The entire day had spent in Taras, hiding in the shadows, and feeding as much as possible. Four bodies now lay in the sewers of the city, each drained and lifeless. Closer to the night, he had prepared spells in his mind, and even taken a book from the marvelous library, spending hours looking for a useful incantation. Indeed he had found one, but had had little time to practice it. Now, with the sun finally set, it was time to begin. Aether would be on the roof of a different building, lower to the ground where it would be easier for other members to find and reach. For a second, Lynthaer thought about there reaction when they saw him. Many had not seen him for a long time, and some may not even know him. He smiled. Tonight would be a glorious night, for they would see what he had made this guild for.

Summoning up his powers, Lynthaer began a partial transformation into his demonic form, letting only wings grow. The huge appendages obeyed and burst from his back. Fluttering them experimentally, he felt for the wind, and then leapt from the roof. His eyes were set on the buildings below, looking for what would be his guild. He was prepared for the fact that not many would show. If that were so, he would carry out this mission regardless.

Lynth passed over several rooftops before he found AD. He had seen other men and women of the roofs, but they were thieves and assassins. He knew what Aether looked like. He was rather pleased to see two others there already, one that he knew and had recently brought into Divschatten. In one quick motion, Lynth plummeted at the roof top, spread his wings at the last moment, and landed with a soft thump next to Dalhar.

“Evening,” he said with a smile to the drow. His eyes passed over the other man, one he did not know. He nodded his head in acknowledgement, and then turned his attention towards Aether. “And good evening to you as well, milady,” he said, flourishing a bow. With a popping, sound, his wings were drawn back into his back, and he stood strait once more. “I take it this is all so far?”

Erolam walked down the dark alleyways slowly, choosing the shadows as his path for his size. Erolam was not a small tiefling, and his choice on what form he preferred had certainly made it’s mark. His dark grey cloak stirred up patches of dust, sending swirling clouds to accompany the clopping of his hooves. He found the idea of taking the physical traits of the satyr, usually a good and benevolent being of the forest, and warping it to his own desires. The result was overall somewhat intimidating. His black horns extended from the sides of his brow, silvery eyes gleaming in contrast to his black, leathery hide.

He swept up his cloak in one large hand and stored it away, revealing his form to the night and any who watched. Erolam placed a small pair of glasses on his nose and planted his claws into the rock, scaling the side wall of the building, coming up to the top, and setting down on the roof not-so-gently.

The tiefling looked about and spotted several forms on the roof nearby, reaching them in several bounding leaps. As his largish demonic goat-man form landed, he shifted into his smaller, drow-like form, black hair falling into his eyes. Erolam retrieved his cloak and pulled it on around himself, covering his naked form.

Turning to face his fellow demons, he bowed as his horns shrank to imp-sized. “Milady.” He said to Aether, turning to Lynthaer. “Milord.” He said with a reverent tone. He felt the respect he showed would be appropriate, considering his absence from guild activities as of late.

Erolam turned to the others and grinned simply.

When Dalhar Vharc was the first to show, and from inside the city already, she figured she probably didn't have to worry too much about the guards for now. The roof she had chosen had a bit of a ledge around its edge and a flat roof. There was more then enough room and little chance to be seen unless they were catching the eye of someone below. The building below them was also a shop, closed and empty for the moment. As for it being a 'wonderful view', "I've seen cities like this before. The last one, Aceron, burned in Hellfire after almost all its population were killed and then raised as an undead army. That wasn't anywhere near Imythess though."

The sound of leathery wings brought her attention to Fehade and it was the falseness to his formality that made her hate such things so much. She was no royal and disliked being called that. She wouldn't bother with correcting anyone here and now though. She would deal with it later if she had time. For now she would ignore it. "I think your timing is fine Fehade."

Then Turin's voice interrupted her train of though with a telepathic message. "Lynthaer." She turned to see him coming in to land, his wings shifting away as he took on his full elven form instead of his demonic one. She was sad to see the wings go. It was those wings that had brought her attention to him in this very city so soon after her arrival in Imythess. From him at least the greeting didn't seem false. She seemed to realize something about him that she hadn't seen before then. For some reason she felt both happy and sad at the same time. She closed her eyes and shook it off with a shake of her head. She didn't have time to think about it right now, but it was like she was seeing the real him for the first time and it didn't seem all that strange... but there was something that tugged at her mind, like she should pay it heed. Later, she would think about it later.

"Good evening." She replied to him with a nod and a grin as she opened her eyes once more. "There should be a few more and Mitsuko said she would come. Xion should come, but I'm not sure if he will, nor the others." As she was speaking another showed up and she nodded slightly in recognition of the greeting. Then her gaze shifted to Lynthaer once more. Was what she thinking real? Ever sense summoning Chel wasn't it? That her mind felt like it was on overdrive, taking in so much more information that she could grasp at one go. But as she looked at her best friend she could have sworn he was about to... to what? To follow the directions of someone else? Something about a strange crystal, but it wasn’t making sense. Would she go along with it? She didn't have to, did she? Yes, yes she did, if nothing else to protect her friends. Hopefully her other friends wouldn't show up. She felt like she was playing catchup with herself then and turned her attention back to the gate. She let her middle and index finger touch her temple for a moment. What she was recalling wasn't her own memory, so it wasn't a recall. What was it then?

The half-elf had been playing in the central plaza and was semi flirting wit the woman who passed near him. first of all all, he had a phisicaly appearance but mixed with a bloodthirtsy and lying personnality, also he had something to do later.

With times passing and the poeple returning home peacefully, he grinned.Hehe, use that moment like you want, cuz it might aswell be your last!Be quiet, Lycan! It's far to be completed the task! You want to please the others, and i want bloodbath. Keep your task in mind!

The bard knew that and rolled his eyes. Was not that fun to obay, but it was not a hard job to kill others. So, when the sun was getting ready for the night, he walked back to the location he had been asked to go to. He was smelling them, easy to smell when you got a part of your beast abilities.

He relaxed every muscles of his body, to prepare him to transform. As an Alpha werewolf, it was one of his greatest abilities. His nails slowly turned into claws, while his arms and hands grew bigger because of the muslces increasing their mass and strength. His chest grew bigger, his legs did as the other parts of the body and finallu, his tail ripped a part of his pants.

He swung himself on the top of the roof to join the others. With his weight, he smashed and damaged the top of the building. He looked at the others."Hey, guys! Sorry i know i'm late."He looked at the tiefling he had met in this city."Erolam,, nice to see ya again"Then he looked at AD and lynthear, the two main leaders of the guild."Brahms Wildheart, ready to kill."And then bowed to them.

"I think your timing is fine Fehade."

Fehade merely smiled thinly, then looked at the others who showed up. He knew Erolam, met him in Taras before, a long while ago. And Lynthaer... Fehade hadn't met him, but when he first met Aether Draka, she had spoken about him, in her weaken state when she made a shadow look like Lynthaer. He looked at the guild master a moment, then looked at the werewolf Brahms, and a smiled slid onto Fehade's face again. He wrapped his drow piwifwi cloak about him more, and closed his eyes, thinking.

His eyes opened, his eyes seeming to look dimmer then usual. He was slowly growing impatient, but there was no sign of that. Part of his now impatient-ness was caused mostly by his demon infused, who sounded like to the tiefling that he was talking to himself, but sometimes called out cruel insults to the tiefling. One would wonder why Rraezanon bothered to infuse himself to Fehade, seeing as it always seemed they didn't get along, Rraezanon was fused with the tiefling for two reason: Power, and Bloody Revenges the Fehade had to take care of.

He looked towards the gates, and wondered if more of the Divschatten would show, but it didn't look like it so far. He decided to speak to Brahms, the werewolf who had traveled with the tiefling for a short time. He often considered Brahms a... friend? No. Fehade had no friends, maybe allies, but never friends, the only thing that seemed to get close to friends was enemies. He would rather have enemies any day rather then friends.

"Hello, Brahms." Was all Fehade said for the moment, as Rraezanon started calling the tiefling names again, and complaining too about how the paladin would probably come by to see all the demons and try to throw Fehade in a cell again. He grimaced slightly at the memory of being beaten by the paladin, Fehade couldn't wait to get revenge on all those who were destroying him.

A young woman walked towards the front gate, a small winged creature floating next to her head. To look at her face, you would at once be reminded of a lover in your best dream. Mitsuko knew she was running a little late, but you couldn't tell from the way she moved.

Why did all of this seem so odd? Something felt... off... She didn't bother greeting Brhams. She wasn't sure... It was like there was something she was somehow missing. Like she should somehow know but didn't. She let her gaze look down to the empty street. Her summoning circles still lay there undisturbed thus far. She let her gaze travel back to the gate then.

With her gaze looking away from the people behind her, she thought she saw someone. Her thoughts stilled as she realized that she recognized the person. Mitsuko! She had made it! AD didn't hesitate hopping right over the wall into nothingness. Before she hit the ground though, her winged boots caught her and dropped her carefully to the ground so that there wasn't even the sound of her landing. She reached into her bag and pulled out a single long blade. She spun it in her hand and vestige of an angel sprang to life. A perfect illusion. AD leaned against the wall and watched as the angel rushed over to the gate and got the attention of the guards. As the illusion got 'help' AD reached down and activated the summoning circle next to her. The shadows grew together and swelled into the form of a huge bird.

The roc looked to AD as she threw her leg over its neck. AD didn't say a word, merely pointed as the angel illusion lead the guards off. That idea wasn't working as well as she wanted though. Too many had stayed behind. The roc took wing then. The plan was to reach Mitsuko before the guards left decided to go cause the guild member any sort of trouble.

Lynthaer looked at each member so far. Dalhar, Brahms, Fehade, Erolam, and Aether. Two he knew, the other two seemed to know Aether, which was enough for Lynth. There were plenty of them, especially for putting a simple stone in the center of the city. As long as they kept to the shadows or high in the air, it would not be a problem. Lynthaer caught what seemed to be a look of worry on AD's face, and he turned to look her in the eyes. As he did, she averted her own gaze towards the gate. Lynth frowned for a second as he wondered what she was thinking, but then he dismissed it. And for a good reason as well. A woman was approaching the gate. From Aether's reaction, she was obviously part of their band.

Lynthaer frowned as Ad sprang into action. This sudden change in the situation was far from favorable. The guards were now somewhat aware of them, and would be fully aware if they but turned about. "Fool girl," he muttered under his breath, eyes on Mitsuko. They would now have to finish this even more quickly, and now with the possibility of confrontation. Turning from the worsening situation he looked at the others gathered around him. There were a few guards left, and if properly taken care of, they could be disposed of easily. He just needed to figure out how to split them up.

"Dalhar, in need you to watch for more guards." The image of the angel will no doubt bring more guards, and Aether flying on a huge bird wasn't going to help much either. Lynth then pointed to Erolam. "You as well. Fehade, and Brahms, you are going to silence those guards before they can make too much of a noise." With that he turned and walked off of the roof, wings bursting from his back to help break his fall. As his feet touched the ground, he pulled out his scythe from its odd sheathe and began to run towards the gate. Hopefully Brahms and the one AD identified as Fehade were following.

The guards were just beginning to notice the new arival when Lynthaer came from behind. With a sneer on his face, he spun his scythe, decapitating one of the men.

Dalhar nodded a single time when Lynthaer arrived, and then turned back to watching the city. Most -- if not all -- of the other members would think that he was leaning on his glaive and daydreaming. But in reality, he was taking in strategic information. He was gazing over the entire city.

He didn't react when any of the others showed up. They were all small fry. Lynthaer and AD were the only ones that needed recognition.

He didn't answer when Lynthaer told him to watch for more guards, but it wasn't needed. He had already pinpointed a brigade of twenty approaching the gate that AD had flown off toward, and rushed to the edge, flinging himself from it to land well inside the shadows, the glaive point first in the skull of one of them, ten feet away from where he was. He drew his scimitars, and smiled, stepping from the shadows, already whirling and slashing the air.

He moved quickly in, taking the heads of all but one, and that one was lying on the ground, gagging on his own blood from a slashed throat.

Xion landed in a loud thunk on the roof behind the other members of his little guild. He hardly recognized any apart from AD and Lynthaer, but it didn't matter to him. He was here doing what the guild asked simply because it was why he joined. The thought of a team of his own kind ripping hundreds of innocent souls apart brought him the better part of his joy and sanity. He placed his hands at the hilts of the long-swords at his hips and strutted over to the others.

As he arrived on the scene he was dismayed to see the lovely Lady Draka take off, along with Lynthaer and another demon to which Xion couldn't place a name. He looked about with his cold gray eyes, spotting first a lycanthropic mutation, and next a very demonically infused tiefling. "Ever so pleasant of a party. Tehehe" Xion stood erect, looking over the city and smiling as cries and clashes of metal appeared and quickly vanished, leaving the city quiet.

A few lights across from the scene flickered, and with a quick pirouette Xion drew Lightsbane and poised at the edge of the building. "And now to silence those who would give us away. I bid you adieu." A small bow to each remaining member was all he offered before stepping back and falling over the edge. A simple twist brought him down on his feet, and with a few swift strides he was through the window.

An old woman turned and her eyes burst, but there was no time to scream as Lightsbane found its way to her head and separated top from bottom in a rough tear. Blood flew and Xion fed off the macabre scene, smiling as his hand closed around the mouth of her sleeping husband. The old man's eyes shot open, but only with the cold stare of death as a sword tip found its way between his eyes. Xion tittered with enjoyment, but not for long before moving through the house, silently eradicating other alarms.

He perched on an empty window sill, cleaning his fingers before moving to the next house. He only killed those awake at this house before moving on. He would kill everyone he could that his friends woke up.

Erolam popped his knuckles as he watched guards enter. Dalhar chased off after a group of them, closing in on their position. Erolam similarly stood on the corner of a roof, holding his glaive. The satyr demon watched as a smaller group headed in, numbering about 5 and closing in fast.

The demon hopped down from the rooftop, using his glaive to catch himself. The drow-looking man ran down the alleys of the city he knew so well, having lived here most of his life. He jumped from shadow to shadow. He approached the group, seeing the tell-tale glint of full body armor and the clank of boots on pavement.

The abyss-made glaive shot out from the shadows, Erolam driving it into one of the guards, Tearing through metal and stopping in the man's chest. He let the body ram into the brick wall and jumped into the shadows. The remaining four guards looked around warily, swords out and at the ready. They backed around, circling the area between alleyways.

Erolam turned into his satyr form and planted his claws into the wall, nail digging deep into the mortar. He scaled up and around the corner, dropping down on another guard. He seized the man by an arm, planting a rock-hard fist into his face. The metal of his thin helmet bent and trapped the mangled flesh beneath it. Erolam threw the body into another guard, the flailing man trapping the other man. The remaining two turned towards him. Erolam sprung and tackled one of them, crushing him under his enormous weight. The remaining guard received a swift kick from a cloven hoof, knocked back enough fro Erolam to get his bearings and charge headfirst.

Erolam's horn dug into his exposed neck, gushing blood over the black form. He stood in the street, dripping blood. His hair was matted down, eyes aflame with bloodlust. He walked over to the remaining guard and wrapped a hand around his skull, wrenching his neck.

Taras passed beneath his as he flew silently through the deepening darkness to the meeting place. He flew to the setting sun, and as it slid slowly to the horizon, his mood darkened along with the land. He knew tonight would see the end of many of Taras' people, regardless of anything AD or the mysterious Guildmaster said to the contrary. He had decided a time ago that the Divschatten drew people who normally would only be a small problem to the world, and in greater numbers gave them strength.

Melmoth was not proud to be a member of the guild. Not after he heard of the attack. The idea of killing people for no reason, or at least a hidden reason, was a huge waste.

He killed, but his murders were always for a reason. He only destroyed when people had no use to him any longer. He considered himself a craftsman who destroyed his failed works, waiting for that special one that would be perfect in every way. His failures were useless for normal society, and would give away his secrets to those who had no business knowing them, and would oppose him even more if they knew. So he killed. He killed them fast, and he did so without mercy or a thought for their own wishes. The unfortunate people he chose were his stone, and with them he slowly carved masterpieces, every one flawed.

And if the Divschatten killed the perfect person, that someone just for him, then he would kill every last one of them. Slowly.

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He dropped down on top of the roof that they were to meet on, but it appeared he was too late. The party was already starting, and so far it appeared to be just a military action against targets that he was uninterested in. He decided to join in the fight, but watch out for problems and decide what to do from there.

He stood, and drew his sword from his left hip. He dropped his cloak and gave it to the wind. He wore only the tattered remains of a black outfit he had aquired years ago, and his elvish boots. He had turned the enchanted ring off long ago, and his full demonic form was revealed to the darkening city.

He dropped to the street below and landed easily. Blade in hand, he ran towards the sounds of battle with death on his mind. For now, guards dominated his thoughts. Paladins, if they showed up, would make good sport. He was angry, and nothing would stop him tonight.

Moments later, he found a group of guards ready for battle. He smiled, and went after them, blade finding gaps in their armor and dropping men with abandon. Tonight he was death.

Alice was there, she had watched people moving around for a while now. The sorceress calmly made her way to a stair and slowly began to walk up towards the roof with all the others. "Well and here I thought we was going to wait for all to join, I´m hurt" she said with placed her hand on the forehead in a dramatic gesture. Then she shook her head and lowered her arm again, she noticed Erolam at the moment he jumped down from the roof and began to fight, the elf sighed and walked further onto the roof, her gaze moved around and it looked like all was doing there own things. "My that is rude really....I was hoping for a welcome...chocolate? Flowers? A dead body?" she shook her head again and walked over to the edge of the roof and looked down at the battle that was going on down there.

It looked like things was going well down there...but she did not think that it would start to sudden. She stretched her back and moved her hand slightly to the right, then she calmly picked up her new weapon from her back and looked at it for a moment, it then floated up into the air with the help of her telekinesis. Her gaze moved to around to see if she could attack but it looked like most guards was dead anyway. She calmly grabbed the weapon again and placed it back on her back. "How mean not to leave anything to me" she muttered and sat down on the roof.

((OOC: This topic is so confusing and I have to ask...is anyone still on the roof we where going to meet at? :P ))

((OOC: I was on my way to join everyone...but they seemed to take it as a call to arms...thats what I get for taking too long to post..))

Mitsuko swore under her breath, but used the commotion as an opportunity to climb a stack of crates up to the roof. She popped her head over the edge for a moment, then put an arm on the rooftop and pulled the rest of her body up. The only people still there were an elf and a woman, neither of whom she had met.
The woman was sitting down, watching the fighting below, and Mitsuko plopped down beside her. " I coulda gotten past them on my own", Mitsuko said indignantly, "I'm not a fool..."

Alice turned and looked at the stranger as she sat down next to her. "I would say it to be typical of men to do something like this just because we are ladies...but I can´t do that since Aether was the first one to charge if I saw things right" she laughed and shook her head. "No I don´t think you are a fool dear" the sorceress smiled and stretched out her hand in a greeting. "Nice to meet you by the way, I´m Alice Winter."

When she was done she looked back at the fight. "So who is the guild master then? Just curious really since I have never meet him" she calmly examined the groups that was fighting around them.

"I haven't met him either", Mitsuko's eyes were all over the fight, watching her fellow guild members slice up the guard. A small black puff-ball sporting a tiny pair of black demon's wings flew out from her cloak and followed the movements of her head. "I'm Mitsuko Saikira", she added,"The only members of this guild I have met are Aether Draka, which is probably why she went down first...and you, though I understand you're almost as new here as I am."
She leaned back, resting her hands behind her, and tilted and turned her head back to look at Alice. She looked almost as fragile as Mitsuko did, but like her, Alice also had an aura that said "Its only skin-deep".
"How much more fun time do the boys get, you suppose?"

He was standing there now, the only survivor in his platoon. There were others of course, fighting the dark ones who dared to attack the city, but they sounded as if they were losing. His armour was covered in blood, he was near out of breath. And yet, this new force was unrelenting and organised. They had obviously planned this from the word go, and new what they were doing. It had all started at the beginning of the day when a young soldier had burst into Rothardan's office to let them know of the attack. There were plenty dead, soldiers and civilians, and the paladin knew that the bad guys had a head start. Sounding the alarm, the troops geared up and began tackling the group known as Divschatten.

It had been a bloody battle and it was not yet over. The troops had split into platoons so as to tackle the threats and to minimise casualties. But the plan had failed, and the casualties were still mounting. The paladin let his healing magic wash over him, bringing back much needed stamina, and ran down one of the alleys to find another platoon to aid. He did not have to run far for he spotted some mailed soldiers who were also standing in a pile of gore. Rothardan ran forward, but what happened next was anything but pleasant. From the skies, there dropped a demon. It was covered in fire red scales from head to toe and he also came with black leathery wings. A pit demon... but there was something different about this one. He was humanoid in statue, which maybe meant that he was an infused demonic soul.

The demon began to attack the soldiers, who stood no chance whatsoever against him. His blade began to flash in the streets to create a web of death, the demon felling soldiers to the left and right. Rothardan raised his sword, 'The Angelblade' high above his head as he charged forward to meet with the creature. The blade's bright blue glow began to change to sunlight golden as it detected the evil demon within it's presence. The holy magic began to resonate and small bolts of holy energy began to dance upon the surface of the almighty weapon. Rothardan swung the blade with all his strength against the Pit Demon Infused... and battle was joined.

Dalhar smiled, licking the blood from the side of his scimitars, his eyes changing slightly from gold to blood red. He heard the alarms and looked up, then sprang upward, landing once more on the rooftops. He sprinted across them, leaping from one to the next, landing easily and nimbly.

He looked down, seeing another platoon heading down the alley, and looked where they were heading. His eyes narrowed. The male there was the one he had seen in the orb during his exploration with AD. Rothardan, chosen of Gregory Faust. He smiled darkly. These men were obviously reinforcements, since he saw that Melmoth was currently engaged. So Dalhar did what ANY shock trooper would do, and leapt.

He snarled as he came down, not bothering to stay in the shadows, his scimitars taking down two guards at once, and then came up, blades dancing, removing hands, arms, legs, feet, and heads. His face was a mask, gripped in what would normally be called the rigor of Death, but it was nothing but a mask. Dalhar was in his element, holding the ground for an ally.

"He's all yours, Melmoth," he said along the link between his demon and Melmoth's.

[ooc] Crap, it's Roth. I just HAD to wish for Paladins... <_<

*inspects Roth's equipment & such* Why does your sword have a trigger? Also, are you using a shield? & I don't have horns... PrC didn't say a thing about those, so I left them out. [/ooc]

Another man dropped at Melmoth's feet. He cluched at his ripped chain and slashed throat before gurgling his last breath and falling silent. The battle progressed this way for a seemingly endless time. Where possible, he avoided armor altogether, and when the situation called for it he punched through the guardsman's armor to rend the flesh beneath. In reality, he couldn't say how long he fought, but his attention was brought fully back into time buy the arrival of another member of the Divschatten.

He appeared a drow, but Xrtchwdg quickly informed him he was a Barbazu infused. Not very far along in the process, either, but such things took time. The message Xrtchwdg relayed from Dalhar was extremely distressing when he saw the object of it. His hopes for a paladin were fulfilled it seemed, and he hadn't pulled in a novice either. By the looks of him, the challenger knew his trade, and the steadily brightening sword was more than a little intimidating. Glowing swords were something of an oddity in his experience, and very few of them were weapons you wanted to let cut you. As the man approached, he ordered Xrtchwdg to request that Dalhar keep any soldiers away from him, but to stay the hell out of the way of the paladin.

Melmoth raised his sword to defend against the paladin's strike, and parried it to the side with effort. The man was strong, but was he skilled? He launched a probing counterattack at the man's torso, being wary of his blade. Killing the paladin was a far lower priority than staying alive. When he knew the man's skill, then he would consider making daring attacks.

*ignore the trigger, and I do have a shield... it's not being used at the moment*

The two swords clashed together with such force that the sound echoed throughout the streets. The golden energy that cackled across the blade danced across both blades, as the holy powers of the Angelblade reacted to the force of evil near it. One touch from this magical holy blade and the energy would dissipate into the creature and cause an unimaginable amount of pain.

Roth broke contact and then he himself was on the defensive as the creature made an attack to his midsection. Rothardan parried it easily enough, the blade once again clanging against the metal. That was an easy attack to block, if this man was rubbish at swordplay then he would have swung faster but no... that was a test attack.

He was testing Roth.
Normally, the paladin would play along but he didn't have time for this. He had to end it quick and get to another platoon to help. He activated one of his spells using his mind, his 'haste' spell. Soon enough, Rothardan felt his body boost with magical energy. He broke contact and then swung the sword at the demon's shoulder so fast that the blade was nothing more than a golden blur...

Alice listened to the woman as she was talking. "Yes same with me dear, I have only meet three members, Aether Drake, that Melmoth person and of course my own sweet Erolam." as she talked she pointed out the different people and she smiled a little when she talked about the last of them. She looked up into the sky for a moment and then she turned to Mitsuko again. "That is hard to say really, boys are boys after all. They need to fight like thay need to breath" she laughed slightly and then her eyes turned down to the fight as she noticed that Rothardan was there, my my....and he was fighting Melmoth? This could be good, Melmoth was powerful, but could he keep up with the general? That was a good question.

"So Mitsuko, who do you think will win of the two of them? Melmoth or that handsome paladin?" she asked calmly. "My he sure looks like a really man, I would love to have him on my list" she giggled and shook her head. "Sorry dear...my demonic sides kicked in for a moment there." she grinned slightly and looked up into the sky for a moment, then she turned her gaze down again and she kept watching the raging battle.

Erolam stood amongst the corpses, taking great pleasure in the work of his hands. He looked at the bodies of the dead and chuckled, walking away from the scene in his own time, he wasn't trying to escape becoming the executor, he was proud of it. But rather, he would rather find something else to do to become productive.

Erolam scaled a building, nails driving into the mortar like clay. He reached the top, glaive bound to his back. From here, the rooftops of Taras seemed like it's own road, the thieves highway. Erolam rant to the edge of the roof and took a leap, landing on the opposite rooftop. He did so until he neared the guild's meeting spot.

The demon spotted a familiar face, his beloved Alice. He took a few more leaps, coming to the last gap between him and his love. Unfortunately, it was no alleyway gap, it was over a wider road. Erolam unbound his glaive and leapt, planting his weapon into the side of the building. Erolam gained a foothold and climbed the side of the building, coming up behind his love

“Alice, dear. Glad you could make it. Was beginning to think you weren't coming.”

Dalhar nodded. Got it, he sent back across the link.

He smiled, and waved the unit of soldiers to the side of him on. "Come on then. Come to death on my blades," he said with a feral grin, and chuckled darkly. "Or are you scared to face me after seeing so many of your comrades fall at the hands of my brothers and sisters of the Divschatten?" he said with a sneer.

He grinned, and then a thought occurred to him. MELMOTH! Be careful. He's a Chosen of Gregory Faust. Don't get too confident. Be cautious. He shook his head, and then lunged, impaling a soldier that had thought to slip by him unnoticed. "Don't think so," he hissed, and then lunged forward, blades weaving a mesh of flashing steel and splattering blood.

He snarled, and lopped the head from the last one, smiling darkly. "Ya know, I was hoping for more of a challenge. But this is PATHETIC!"

((OOC: Sowwy 'bout my late reply >.<))

Fehade listened to Lynthaer's orders and smirked slightly, now the fighting will begin, a simple joy that was. Fehade pulled out his katana Aparul, tested the weight before jumping off the roof, wings appearing from his back again and spread out so he could land lightly to the ground, but the instantly disappeared afterward, a nuisance they were. When near the guards, he slid into the shadows, towards their back, and sheathed his katana and took out his punching dagger instead.

He came to the back of a guard, red eyes gleaming with cruelty. Fehade then reacted, he kicked the guards legs out from under him, then as the guard fell Fehade stabbed him in the spine with the punching dagger. The man tried to cry out, but it turned into a groan of pain before he died.

A few guards came towards Fehade, who put his punching dagger away, and pulled out Aparul again, and then, pulled out Ismon. He held two katanas easily in his grasp. His smile playing over his face again, as he went into a fighting stance, watching the guards step uneasily towards him.

He then charged at the guards, katana at his side as he ran right to the guards, then stopped, bringing his katana up, and sliced at the first guard, but he blocked being up his broadsword before Fehade's got to his unarmored head, but Fehade then brought his sword around to the left, and hit under the mans arm where there was little, and Fehade severed the mans arm. The guard cried out in shock, dropping his sword, then Fehade hacked the mans head from his body.

The other guards (which were three) that were with the guard the tiefling just killed held their swords out, and in stances. A crazed smile flitted to his face, his red eyes gleaming. Fehade twirled both his blades in each hand, then charged towards the guard in the middle, striking with Aparul towards the guards chest, forcing him to block, then with Ismon, he stabbed it into the guards side before he could do anything, then pushed the guard away with his foot, then the two other guards ran at the tiefling, who laughed, like it was all a game.

((OOC: yay for instantaneous spells!))

Aether Draka let the roc fly above the city as others started attacking. She debated going down in the fray but decided against it. She was looking out for someone in particular that she wanted to make sure didn’t see her, but who also didn’t get to any of her friends. As the Roc came around she saw who she was looking for and saw that he was already attacking one of her guild members. She smiled. She had the perfect thing for him to fight. First though, she had to stop the attack on Melmoth.

She saw the initial attack and frowned, but she saw the angel she had summoned earlier was coming at full speed over the rooftops. There wasn’t enough time… AD bit her lip and decided she better… the attack would harm her a lot less then it would Melmoth and if he parried it, he would still be protected from anything else. She felt the roc bank beneath her to keep them in sight as she pointed to Melmoth and whispered the word she needed to. Shield other appeared around him instantly and AD told the angel to protect her friends from Rothardan. The angel, given no other choice but to obey her summoner, hefted her spear styled after a unicorn’s horn and dove down into the fray. The angel would swing her spear between Rothardan and Melmoth, looking the Paladin in the eye with a wasteful look and whisper. “My apologies… but I must.” Before facing him herself, spear at the ready. The roc leveled out once more, hiding AD herself from those below, and AD held on tight, bracing herself should Rothardan’s blow strike her shield on Melmoth.

He had anticipated an attack, but not with such speed. The paladin was amazingly fast, and it took every ounce of speed Melmoth could muster to bring his blade to bear in time. This was no fancy parry, leading on into a counterattack, but a desperate block the aim of which was to stop the paladin's glowing blade at all costs. The impact nearly knocked his own sword into him, but Melmoth took the force of the clash and used it. He threw himself backwards with all his strength, and was amazed to see an angel take his place in front of his foe.

He steadied himself, and backed up. This paladin was definitely not someone he could defeat. His god was aiding him, or magic, or he knew not what. All Melmoth had was his own strength. Sooner or later he'd have to remedy that. For now, though, he suppressed his aura and disappeared into the shadows to observe the situation. The chill of the shadowdancer trance helped to clam his rage at being so outclassed.

In the back of his head, Xrtchwdg took advantage of his momentary leave of battle to speak up. I have news on the Paladin's identity. Apparently a chosen of Gregory Faust. The drow - The embattled drow appeared to pulse red for a moment. He knew it was the work of Xrtchwdg, some spell or other, but the demon's power over his mind continually amazed him. advises caution, but it seems you've left the fight. I advise you get out of his sight. Fast. And get the drow away too. He'll get slaughtered once the paladin's done with the angel.

Melmoth considered his words a moment, and then ordered Xrtchwdg to inform Dalhar that there were battles elsewhere that would be less suicidal. There were places the street was not so slippery with blood.

Dalhar's ears caught the sound of the clash, but ringed in by soldiers, he didn't have time to look. Instead, he smiled darkly, and his glaive lashed out, taking the heads off the three behind him, before he turned on his heel and broke from the fight, taking to the rooftops once more.

He shook his head as he ran along the rooftops, looking for another fight.

And find one he did, dropping right into the middle of a unit of soldiers, taking down three of them in one lunge, two with shattered skulls, and one with his head split in half from the blade of his glaive.

He came up, and promptly grunted as a blade slashed his leg, leaving a wide gash. He snapped. "You know, that was a REALLY bad idea," he said, and lunged bare handed, ripping the helmet off and proceeding to rip the man's head off, the sound of ripping flesh and snapping bone replete.

He used the man's broken body as a springboard, blades ringing once more from their sheaths, taking down six of the soldiers with a single attack, sending their heads flying.

((OOC: This post is to move the plot along as Lynthaer can’t in his absence. THIS IS NOW AN OPEN TOPIC!!!))

Aether Draka looked up after a moment when she didn’t feel anything and sighed. The attack must not have hit… She sat up as the roc spiraled higher above the city. She saw that most of the Divschatten were not under Rothardan’s direct focus at the moment. As long as the angel could stay between him and her friend, she would be happy.

Speaking of friends… where had Lynthaer gone? Aether Draka’s gaze looked around the city from her vantage point high above it. Then she saw him landing directly in the center of the city. She directed the roc through the night sky towards him as her curiosity was sparked. He looked around but there were no guards there at the moment. Then Lynthaer knelt down and set a crystal on the ground. Almost immediately the ground there began to shake. The ground itself then split open and a wave of dark energy pulsed forth. AD felt the roc beneath her shutter in fear as throngs of fully armed and armored demons of all types came out of this gateway to the Abyss itself that had opened up below her. She lost track of Lynthaer in the mess below as this time the demonic attack came from the very center of the great city of Taras.

AD rained back the roc and looked down in shock as the demons of the Abyss swarmed across the city, spreading from the center like some horrible disease. Where had Lynthaer found an army? And… and how come he hadn’t told her?! She was upset for a moment and thought about finding his to make him answer those questions, but then she remembered that they might know she wasn’t just part demon. Many who were full demons could tell… Well… she had something for Rothardan to do now…

The angel that had landed before him looked past Rothardan towards the center of the town. “My Summonor has another task for me. I suggest you call your forces together. The army skipped your doorstep and is in the center of your house.” The angel spoke in celestial so that few others would understand her. Then she took a step back and leapt high into the air to fly off in another direction.

Meanwhile, in the center of Taras, the buildings began to burn as a full scale demonic army marched into Imythess. Black smoke slowly starting to block out the stars above.

Yaksha sat in the abandoned alley between two buildings, leaning against a barrel. His eyes were drawn to the sky, and there was a perfectly demonic grin on his face. "Ahhh, the beauty of chaos. Such a perfect destruction...." Yaksha revelled in the death and the screams around him. He finally rose, his cane in hand and his tophat resting on his head. He sauntered genteely into the streets, seeming almost not to notice the blood, aside from one grotesque motion. Yaksha knelt forward, drawing his finger through a nearby trail of blood, and brought it to his lips, licking it up hungrily. "Ahhh, delicious. It's been ages since I could partake of human blood without some ruse."

He looked up, noticing three silhouttes, and grabbed onto his cane, moving at a brisk jog to a nearby barrel, jumping onto it, then pouncing upward, landing on a crouch on the rooftop. He pulled his hat from his head, and bowed graciously, dropping all guise of kindness. "Yaksha, at your service." He walked forward, sitting next to them. He watched over the carnage from a distance, and began to whistle, thoroughly impressed. "Quite amazing, all the bloodshed. Ohhh, but I've grown much too rusty over the years, I could never beat any of those down there. I was a true fiend in my younger days, but I've found no true need to fight in the last hundred years. I can hardly even weild a sword anymore."

Goodbye, Paladin.

Melmoth launched himself into the air and flew for all he was worth. Dalhar was safely out of the Paladin's way, and he had nothing to hold him there. The sound of air whistling in his ears comforted him and spoke of freedom from pursuit. The skies were his. Or they were untill he noticed a very large bird higher up with AD on it's back. How did she keep getting in such strange situations?

A huge and horrible cracking noise issued from below, the earth itself crying out to his ears. He locked his wings into a slow glide and looked down on a city changed. The center of Taras had cracked open to a scene of chaos. Fire and demons spewed forth from the widening cracks and all seemed lost. He had expected members of the divschatten to start the killing, but not this. The whole city would fall, and there was nothing he could do except fight and die. There was no hope here. Taras was gone, and he had been a part of it.

He flew to AD and tried to drown out the sounds of destruction and death below. He'd killed before, had done unspeakable things, but never had he wished for destruction on such a scale. People in uncounted masses were dying every moment and the possibilities died with them. Everything would end if the demons had their way. They cared not for sustaining a way of life, but for destroying everything. His own demon, Xrtchwdg, was a prime example. He cared for nothing but Melmoth and only because they were bound together.

"Why?" Melmoth screamed as he neared AD. He longed for the illusion of his old self, or even the actual body. Anything could show emotion better than the tough and scaled form he wore now. "What does this serve? I didn't join the Divschatten to kill! I did it to live!" He circled AD as he yelled. He dared not wonder whether his behavior was out of goodness or selfishness. Did he feel for the people, or did he worry for his own reasons?

Angry and confused, Melmoth didn't hesitate when he saw a swarm of demons flying from the crack. The gateway he supposed. He took a last look at AD and dived for the demons below. Surely he'd take down a few. As he dived, he laughed. Murderer, wanted man, soulless, bound to a screaming demon, he was a defender of Imythess.

Celebriel had walked into town earlier that day and had decided to take a stroll around. When she heard the sounds of battle she ran towards the sound. She came to a halt when she saw the scene before her.

Demons. And lots of them were attacking. She looked for those batteling the demon and saw only a few men. He needed help and now. She bolted forward a spell already on her lips.

Sparks of lightening formed between her clawed hands. She knew she had a short advantage to strike at least one of the demons. She looked like one herself due to her dragon half and they would likely think she was on their side.

As her spell finished she sent a bolt of lightening shooting through the air into the enemies.

"I am on your side!" she yelled as she joined the paladin.

She turned to face the next demon. She showed it her sharp claws as she tought of the next spell she should use.

"You're completely fine, we all have that part of ourselves", Mitsuko said with a grin,"I'm slightly demonic myself."
She turned her face back to the fight.
Mitsuko saw the newcomers joining the battle, evening the odds of the town. "Seems playtime's over", she said. At once she was on her feet, her mismatched wings bursting from her back in a flurry of feathers. From her shoulder blades were wings that clearly gave away her lineage, a dark, membranous wing with a slightly curved, pointed talon at the wrist spread up and over her head on the right, the gleam of pristine white feathers on her left. She couldn't fly well, but she could fly. With a flap of her wings, she launched herself into the sky.
"Lady Alice...Are you coming with?"

Rothardan was ready to deal the death blow to this demon, the AngelBlade glowing so brightly that not even the Paladin could look directly into it. But before the blade could connect, something came between them... something that made Rothardan flash red. An angel. One of the celestial guardians was stopping Rothardan from attacking an agent of evil.

“My apologies… but I must.” spoke the angel, her voice full of sorrow. She was being forced to do this against her will. She had been summoned, and only one person was powerful enough to bring a creature from the plane of light into the material realm.

Somewhere amongst the chaos was Aether Draka.

"I'm sorry..." replied Rothardan, "I am so so sorry..."
He knew what happened to angels who helped the demonic forces. Aether had forced the angel to do something so serious, so blasphemous, that the angel would indeed fall from grace. It would be casted down, stripped of its powers, sent to live life out as an ordinary mortal... devoid of any happiness or hope. Aether had forced this amongst the angel. Because of her, the angels days were numbered.

“My Summonor has another task for me. I suggest you call your forces together. The army skipped your doorstep and is in the center of your house.”

The angel spoke in the celestial tounge, which Rothardan understood himself. What did this message mean exactly? Center of the house? The angel was about to take off... and Rothardan had a message for her.

"Be sure and tell your master I called her a dog," he said.

Then he turned around, the destruction filling his view. The angel's message was confusing but Rothardan was about to find out exactly what it meant. The ground began to crack and part, and demons began to spew forth from the newly created fissures. The truth dawned upon Rothardan, and it gave him an empty feeling in his stomach. Not even the words of one young warrior who had offered assistance to the paladin could help him at this point.

The city was lost. Taras was in the hands of dark creatures. Rothardan had been trusted by Veronna to protect her city from evil, and he had failed. He had let her down, and now the citizens were in grave danger. Roth knew he had failed Taras, but he would not fail her citizens.

The pure white fury exploded within him as Rothardan screamed his defiance to the evil that had attacked the city. The paladin's muscles began to expand, his skin began to turn silver, his hair turning white, his eyes began to burn with a holy golden colour. As he grew, his armour began to weaken and then burst as it could not contain the powerful being growing within. Gone was the normal human paladin, and in his place was the Solar whom had infused with his body.

Rothardan now stood at 7 feet tall, his silvery skin glowing like the moonlight. The holy powers of his paladin might increased so much, that the paladin used the most powerful healing spell he could muster. This healing spell coursed through his veins and did exactly what the paladin wanted. He could feel two powerful wings grow from his back.

The holy blade began to glow with a power never before seen in a mortal. Rothardan knew he could not possibly defeat every demon force, not even with his power. But he would go down fighting, in defiance of the Divschatten. With a battlecry that could be heard from the heavens, Rothardan flew forward to meet the demon forces...

Fara're watched the bettle from the shadows. Demons...she did not like demons. But just disliking them did not mean she was about to go get in the middle of a fight that was not hers.

She was about to leave and put it all behind her when she saw a familar figure. A growl left her lips. "Erolam..." she said softly to herself. "Now I can't just walk away. Not with that goat here."

She concentrated for a moment and her transformation began. Orange and black fur sprouted all over her body and her clothing melded into her flesh. It was not long until a were-tiger was crouched in the shadows.

Her ears flatted against her head and she ran forward. SHe dodged and avoided all others, there was only one she wanted to fight. As she drew near Erolam she let out a feroucious roar and lept at the demon teeth and claws beared.

Erolam heard a snarl and turned to see the source, quite amused. The creature that had made the sound made his eyes turn to slits of hatred. Fara're, the cat, was coming after him, a tiger. He turned towards her fully and stomped, cracking the ground. He leapt off the edge of the building, meeting her mid-jump. The demon's four hundred pound weight collided dead-on.

The demon got up and faced her once more, lip curled. “No child mage to help you now, Cat. Just me and you, how it's supposed to be. At least I have a sense of honor. I kept The wolf out of it.” He spat at her. Erolam, unlike many fighters, did not see women as someone special, not to be harmed or treated with intense care. He saw them as equals, and treated them as he would treat any man. He had no quarrel with hitting them.

Erolam smiled at her. “ I'll go first, then.” He unstrapped his glaive from his back and hurled it with deadly force, enough to split a man's skull. Even though he had aimed for her mass, he had no intention of it killing her. He didn't even count on it hitting her. She relied upon agility, from his experience. Many smaller blows as opposed to strength.

Erolam felt Abaelshazarr grow angry as well, filling him with the unholy aura of the abysmal demon. He felt empowered, stronger than before.

“Let us finish what we begun so long ago.”

Séregon had tried to avoid fighting, but he had been draged in. 'All just to find that darn cat he thinks. How far do I have to chase her?' He thinks in a moment of rest while still in his hybrid wolf form. He had a few wounds, but seemed to have come out of the fights fairly well so far. He then spotted her. She appeared to fighting some demonic creature. He could tell the creature was powerful.

He wasn't sure if he wanted to get involved, but then he wanted to catch that cat himself he wouldn't give another the pleasure she had put him through too many troubles already to let another take the pleasure from him. 'Aw damit now I got to help her so I can catch her. Jeez this is wierd. Well here goes nothing.' He let out a howl and charged into the fight his blade flashing towards the demon.

"Sorry, but that one is my target and I can't let you get her before I do." He said to Erolam with a snarl. He also keeps his senses on Fara're as well intent on getting her after this fight.

He had come to town following the trail of his friend Celebriel. He had found some information about things and need her help. He also wanted to find her, because he felt he wanted to, but he still couldn't figure out why his old mentor had never mentioned feelings like this. We he heard the sounds of battle he ran towards the sounds wanting to help those he could. He arived in time to see a lighting bolt hurled by Celebriel her beautiful silver self. He was surprised for a little bit almost not aware of the battle he had come to investigate.

He quickly recovered and ran to her aid. "Well this is an unexpected place to find you" he calls out as he moves in to help her in the battle. "I needed to ask.... gack. Can't get distracted now. You like some help?" He quickly focuses on the fight doing his best with powerful kicks and punches at any enemy close to him especialy those aiming for Celebriel, but he didn't notice he was doing the last part.