[center][color=a187be][b][i]Annabeth Gulch[/i][/b][/color][/center]

Annabeth braced herself for the beast's charge. No doubt it's vile horn could pierce her armor, but compared to some of the things she fought at the college, it was no more threatening than a knight on horseback; only a novice would fear his couched lance. Annabeth readied herself to parry the blow and riposte, but that's when she noticed that it began to sink into the ground. It was teleporting, and Annabeth lunged out to strike. Unfortunately she was just a moment too slow and her blade struck only empty air. Then, her magic lost track of the beast. It had plane shifted somewhere else, but no doubt it'll return soon. Annabeth didn't know if it could still sense them when they leave for another plane, but she didn't intend to stay and find out.

Shortly after the beast had fled she heard the surviving students argue among each other. The male with the rapier tried to assist the fallen girl, but in her hysteria she refused his help. No doubt the shock of such a brutal death has unhinged her. After their conversation the boy introduced himself as Drake and inquired about Annabeth. [color=a187be]"I'm Annabeth. We're students from the college too. I'm sorry, but we don't have much time to talk. That Nightmare might come back at any moment, and who knows what else might be here."[/color] Annabeth didn't let her guard down for a second. In this blasted pit, she wasn't going to. She went over to the girl who was still sobbing to herself, her voice gentle but firm. 

[color=a187be]"We have to go. You can't die here, she wouldn't want you to die here. Don't let her death be in vain."[/color] Annabeth thought about using her magic on the girl, but a twist in her arm told Annabeth that she was already pushing herself with the magic. She clenched her teeth and cursed to herself. She had said that she was going to save these students, weather they wanted to or not. So Annabeth was only going to give this girl one chance to come with her, or Annabeth will drag her if she had to. [color=a187be]"Come on... Let's go."[/color]

[i][b][center]DIPLOMACY MISSION[/center][/b][/i]

The old maid in blue nodded her head and led the others back to their carrige. Along the way they were handed their things, and in Ssarak's belongings was a leather bound book. Inside were details about various other barons who have been "compromised" by demonic influences. Whether they were vampires, mortals, or even those who scorn magic, this book had information on those who have suddenly shifted their interest in favor of demons. There was some notes hypothesizing and confirming either corruption or even take over. Indeed, the sheer amount of Barons who had converted or were being pressed by the demonic forces was startlingly large. There was a lot of work the college needed to do.

Afterwards, the college students were whisked away to their next task. They had another party to attend to, this time for a new Baron. His name was Baron Praxis, and he was the new inheritor of the title after his father had passed away a year ago. The students would be attending the party and giving him their congratulations in the form of a gift selected by Lucilia. It was a large ornate ironwood box, with a lock to prevent anyone from peeking inside. The details of what was inside of the box was not told to the others, only that it was emphasized that this box reach the new baron as soon as possible.

It wasn't long until the students arrived to the city. Everyone seemed to be celebrating the raise of the new baron, and the streets were filled with festivities. Stalls selling the best of their goods, children running about with toys, and merriment everywhere. For a land that was suppose to be embroiled in war and strife, people seemed happy. But that didn't mean all was well. As the carriage the students were in was stopped due to a parade, something landed on the top of the carriage. Shortly after someone jumped from the carriage and started to run. For those who investigated, they could see that someone had just stolen the box that Lucilia had asked to be delivered to the baron. The one who stole it was a large figure, about as bit as Ssarak. Yet he moved swiftly. The students must act quickly if they wish to catch the man.