[h3]Caravan Escort[/h3]

The Pale Guard screamed as he stumbled to the wagon. He fought as hard as he could, but this was too much. Half his body was covered in blood and gore. His eyes were nothing more than soupy fluids with his cornea hanging by their veins. His scalp, gone, and even his brain was exposed due to the cuts the bear had delivered to his skull. Cheek torn, ears sheered, nose utterly eviscerated. And he continued to scream until he reached the wagon. He fell over in a slump, finally silenced.

The guard fighting against Darius continued to struggle even as Darius dug his knee into his neck. He flailed weakly, spitting at Darius. "Eat shit, you sangi rat!" The guard fought against the losing odds, unable to surrender as the robed man had forced him to become furious and violent. Even as Darius crushed the guard's throat he continued to fight, grabbing Darius to pull him closer, even trying to grab one of Darius's other blades to kill him before he too dies in the service of his country. "Aarem fucks your soul!" He roared.

That's when the robed man started to laugh. "Ha ha ha... Well well... I won't forget about this." As Alaira charged at the robed man he walked towards her, some how able to dodge her wild swings with ease. He was toying with her, but something was off. The robed man was also running away from the battle, jumping off the bridge and into the river. Yet Alaira will get hurt; that was because the one fighting Alaira was a doppelganger, who focused all his Psychomancy into Alaira's mind. He was reading her thoughts to get a idea of her movements, but also bombarding her with with an eerie sense of calming emotions. He doesn't actually expect her to calm down, but hopefully the conflicting feelings would disturb her mind and make her sluggish, which should make dodging her even easier. All the while the real culprit swam downstream, hoping to escape by riding the currents to safety.

[h3]Lucilia Riovas[/h3]

Lucilia pouted cutely, pretending to be angry. [color=crimson]"Oh, and I had a speech prepared and everything! All the same, please turn in this form as soon as you can so we can put it into our records. I'd also-"[/color]

But before she could finish Khan cursed out loud, nearly startling the vampire. She narrowed her eyes knowing there was trouble. Khan ran out of her office with a limp, followed by Krogal, with Lucilia shortly behind him. She arrived just in time to see Khan's office getting torn to shreds by an elf with a sword and his demonic vines. Lucilia never liked them, and this was why. Demons were uncontrollable, and Khan thought it was a smart idea to fuse them with one of the most dangerous plants in Djarkel. Lucilia didn't get a chance to do much before Rathel managed to force the vines back, but the damage was obvious enough. Unless this elf was some sort of assassin, Lucilia guessed that the vines were at fault here.

Lucilia pulled out a seed from one of her hidden pockets, using her magic to make it grow into a new cane for Khan. She knew it was in pain and the last thing she needed now was her the headmaster to collapse because he not only doesn't bother to take his medicine, but stops caring about his physical health. She leaned against Khan to alleviate pressure on his leg, handing him the new walking stick. [color=crimson]"Khan... Mind explaining this mess?"[/color]

[h3]Annabeth Gulch[/h3]

Annabeth eyed this skull suspiciously. All things considered, a talking skull wasn't the most.. Unusual thing she's come across. The college has it's fair share of freaky things, but still the skull startled her. It spoke with a sense of refinement but also mild madness, though she supposed that being a skull would make you a bit mad. Annabeth lowed her sword slowly before she eventually put it into her sheath. Than she went over to the skull and knelt before it.

[color=a187be]"Sorry about that. I've never met a skull that could talk, and I'm a bit on edge. I'm sure you know the threat of the roc as well as I do, so surprises make me jumpy."[/color]

Annabeth reached out and lifted the skull to eye-height. She was careful with how she held it, unsure if the skull could do anything to her in this state. [color=a187be]"Arcadius, was it? My name is Annabeth Gulch. I would love to have a conversation with you, honest, but at the moment I'm a bit pressed for time. So I'll move strait to the point: Do you know the best way to hunt these Rocs? I promise that if we succeed in subdueing the beast, I'll do my best to get you... Whatever it is you want. Within reason."[/color] Annabeth was hesitant to actually strike a deal with this thing, but she could use all the help she could get. As long as he wasn't some sinister skeleton, she suppose befriending it wouldn't be the worse thing she could do.

[h3]Tyrael Marchosias[/h3]

With Cynn and Baulder Tyrael figured that they would have to do for his mission. He'd like to have more, but honestly it wasn't a hard job. Just not something he could be bothered to do himself. He was returning to his office when he noticed a commotion up ahead. [b]"The hell..."[/b]

First he saw Baulder. How the mortal got here before he did was a mystery. He seems to be laughing at something but Tyrael didn't care for it, directing his attention onto another two strange pair. An orc and an elf. The orc interested him the most, honestly because there were very few orcs in the college aside from Tyrael, and he did not look obviously like an orc. He seemed to be a friendly sort which somehow rubbed Tyrael the wrong way, but he held his tongue. At least the orc wasn't causing trouble. The elf however was a bit more of a concern. She looked injured, with cuts and bruises on her body. Tyrael suspected that she had a run in with Khan's vines. Tyrael did note that some of them seemed rather antsy, but from the state of his office this girl made the mistake of entering without Khan's permission. Either that or those vines were more antsy that Tyrael thought they were.

Additionally there was something amiss about the elf girl. There seemed to be... Worms, underneath her skin. That didn't look good. [b]"You there... Elf. You have parasites under your flesh. You need medical attention."[/b] Tyrael wondered; since these vines had been infused with some demonic essence, could he potentially control them? He knew that Khan had Rathel experiment with some of these vicious plants and had an interest in commandeering some for himself. But he'd ask about that later, right now Tyrael thinks the girl would soon be in mortal danger if those parasites in her body do their job of killing her.

[b]"Move orc."[/b] Without explaining himself Tyrael shifted two of his fingers into hone- needle like blades. He intended to pick the parasites out of the girl's body as though they were noodles. He approached the elf with his hand raised.