[center][u][i][b]Grzegorz[/b][/i][/u][/center]

Time : Past Midnight
Location : Vienna Outskirts / Middle of the Street Roshmi 
Interactions : Who ever is in the city. 
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When the Winged Hussars arrived, they were thirty feet from the lines of the Ottomans. Their lances couched as the were prepared to break the lines and shatter the siege of Vienna. But a small black orb slowly rotated in front of the charge and the horses spread out, a few of the ottomans falling into the trap. As well as the Head of the spear point, Grzegorz of Clan Kur. 

The three men exited their journey in the middle of a city. One of the men getting cut down before they reached the stone. The last ottoman turned and held a hand out as a heavy wind came from the Ottoman footman who was trying to run away. 

"Witch!" He yelled before the lance went through the next man and he planted him in the ground as he looked around him, not really caring for the moment before he looked up at what was around him. A city, not Vienna, but a city. He pulled the lance from the mans back before pointing it one of the guards. "Where in the hell am I?" he commanded before not getting an answer and a confused look.

Then he noticed that these weren't normal people, these weren't people at all. They were half of people, or even less then half. 
He whipped his horse forward as he stared in front of him, he must find a way out of the city, this place was full of demons and monsters.