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[color=gold]Time:[/color] Evening
[color=gold]Location:[/color] Roshmi City
[color=gold]Interactions:[/color] Sakura [@baraquiel], Ayita [@13org], Elsea [@Tae], Cora [@Potter]
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Cade glanced at the talisman Sakura handed him, nodded, and placed it in his pocket. This was smart, a way for them to find each other again should they become separated, and he would be sure not to lose it. As events further unfolded he became even more thankful to have such a trinket in his pocket. The horror of the dracolich paled in comparison to the two demons that appeared, one bursting forth from inside the greeter and another summoned from a rift opened by an Avian woman. Cade had faced trolls and ogres before, seen orc hordes and dark elf armies and all those creatures had seemed like foe’s that could always be defeated with the right allies at one’s side. The massive demon that ate a dark elf like it was a bug however seemed insurmountable. Much like the dracolich had, this seemed like an impossible feat, the icy grip of pure terror seized him as he stared at such a creature, a being of pure darkness. 

Ayita recognized the trap first, and as he looked around at those clamouring to escape he saw that it was true, they were all trapped inside with the terrible creature. It was Ayita’s words that followed that released the grip that terror had on him, if he was to die here then he would die fighting as well, he would go out no other way. He turned to the human with hair like fire who stumbled from the table where she had spoken her own words of defiance, and gripping her forearm pulled her back up to her feet. 

[color=gold]“It is an honor to stand with you, brave creature of Earth.”[/color] Cade said, bowing his head slightly, then catching the halberd tossed to him by Ayita. He took a second to get a feel for the weapon’s weight and moved himself in front of the human as a second, who gripped the table in exhaustion, joined her. He kept his eyes trained on the chaos of the room, keeping those who ran in a frenzied state away from the humans with the shaft of the halberd. His first priority had to be getting the humans out safely, for they were the best chance at saving Avalia. The exits were all crowded, a matter only made worse by the light elf governor shoving his own way through the nearest exit. The middle of the room was not a safe place to remain as several people had already been trampled, he needed to get them closer to an exit, and further away from the large demon in the middle of the room.

[color=gold]“We need to move, to get out of here, and get as many others as possible with us, then if either of you has a way to level the building, that could crush the demon.”[/color] He suggested, the humans and the other innocent lives had to be evacuated, but after that the large demon could not be allowed to leave the ballroom and continue it’s path of destruction throughout the city. Just as with the dracolich it would take some sort of magic to stop this creature and that was beyond Cade’s ability. 


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[color=cyan]Time:[/color]  Evening
[color=cyan]Location:[/color] Roshmi Hall
[color=cyan]Interactions:[/color] Azriel[@Tae], Darius and Umber [@FunnyGuy]
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Bowyn was thankful when Torvi grabbed Belle, they were finally leaving. This place was becoming far too dangerous and he didn’t want to have to stay. Before they got the chance to make their way out, all hell broke loose. The greeter exploded and from inside him emerged a demon, and before he could even consider that creature being one of the most terrifying things he had ever seen another, much larger, and more menacing demon tore its way through a rift. The massive demon, though horrific, seemed to pale in comparison to the realization that he recognized the Avian who summoned it. He had shared a dance with Azriel, he had thought she seemed nice, friendly, the first actual Avalian he’d met in a long time who didn’t seem awful but that had all been a convincing act. It would seem Azriel was worse than the average person, a servant of Aklenroth, and a herald of death. He saw the demon she had summoned as it crushed those beneath its feet without a second thought, eating those unlucky enough to be within its grasp. As terrible as that was, it was just a mindless form of evil, and whatever Azriel was, was something far worse, something that could wear the mask of civility while treating lives like they meant nothing, and it disgusted him to know he had shared kind words with such evil. 

In a blink the two humans he considered his friends were gone, while he had been distracted by everything they had left him, vanishing amongst the panicked masses. It wasn’t fear that Bowyn felt then, but the pain of old wounds being torn open as he realized he was alone again. The plan had been to stick together, and though rationally he knew sometimes plans had to change, that he wanted them to make sure they survived at all costs, all he could think about was that he had been willing to stick with them and they had left him. But Boreas had not left him, the loyal bird perched on his shoulder as Bowyn remained in the air, flight keeping him off the ground and away from those who stampreded in a panic. He kept his distance from the demons loose in the ballroom, watching as others ran into magical barriers that kept anyone from leaving. The panic, the screaming, so many people dying in the chaos; this was the rebellion and it had no plan. He flew higher, further away from it but all he could hear was the chaos, the screaming, and it was the exact horror of when his own people had attempted a rebellion. 

The same air of panic, the lack of a plan, no real leadership, all while pure slaughter commenced. When things turned dire, they hadn’t held the line, everyone had died. Everyone would die here too, trapped and overwhelmed. Reality was hazy, those crushed by the demon began to look like winter fae, covered in blood, no life left in them; just bodies in a clearing. Why try? This is what happened, it was always what happens. It was hard to breathe, hard to see what was happening and even harder to tell the difference between what was happening now and what had happened then. He tried harder to focus, to look for the familiar faces of Torvi or Belle but he did not truely want to find them, to see them among the dead that lay scattered about. Would he die here? Trapped in a room with demons, full of evil, and of the dead? No, if he died Boreas would die as well, and he was tired of those he cared about dying, tired of being surrounded by death. 

[color=lightcyan]“What do we do now?”[/color] Boreas asked.

[color=cyan]“We have to fight too.”[/color] Bowyn answered. Even though he didn’t want to, even though failure seemed like the only reasonable outcome, to keep fighting would be the only way to change anything. Aklenroth was a symbol of death, to do nothing while he continued to rule Avalia would only mean that Avalia would continue to be ruled by death. His vision tunneled in on the first thing he saw, the demon who had burst forth from the greeter and the human who had been the first to speak out against Aklenroth falling, propelled by water, together from one of the windows on the second story of the room. Azriel soon followed after them and in that moment he knew that human was in grave danger. 

[color=lightcyan]“I told you crows should never be trusted.”[/color] Boreas said as he saw the same thing Bowyn did.

[color=cyan]“And you have always been right, wisest of birds. If things look bad for me, you leave.”[/color] Bowyn replied, and he noted that the barriers were now gone. If humans really were the best weapon against Aklenroth then those willing to fight needed to protect against all costs. He also hoped those kept in their undead state would be released from it should Aklenroth fall, that even if he died here his cause to lay Aeryn to rest still had a chance. If Torvi and Belle, and countless other humans he had not met, could show bravery for a land that was not their own then he had too as well. 

[color=lightcyan]“Yes, it would be nice to be a normal bird again.”[/color] The merlin answered, and Bowyn believed him because Boreas had never lied to him before. 

He flew after them, diving down near Azriel, the demon, and the human caught between them, summoning daggers made of ice in each hand. Once close enough he threw them, one towards the demon and one towards Azriel, hoping to provide the human with enough distraction to get away. He remained in the air, out of reach as long as they remained on the ground and with enough distance that he could have a chance to move should they fly after him. His thoughts struggled to stay focused and think only on the present; help the humans here, try not to die.