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[center][color=6ecff6][H1]Azariah Kravchenko[/H1]
[H2]The Bone Sea[/H2][/color][/center]
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[indent][indent][color=6ecff6]"Not today, devil. Not today!"[/color] Azariah slashed at one of the Clansmen with his sword, cleanly cutting the man's head off even as he screamed a bellowing shriek of rage at the sight of his comrades getting a chunk of his neck torn off by the furious magishell as if it was having a hearty meal. The miniature magishell, who had slaughtered at least four of the Clansmen since the beginning of the whole scuffle with the band of Boneclansmen, using its blood soaked claws and grinding jaws filled with serrated teeth, jumping into their backs and sides like a little metal devil from hell. 

As Hazel's barrier began to form out of her magic, Azariah held out a hand for his little metallic pet to come forward, whispering commands to it in Karlezekian. [color=6ecff6]"Ah, my love, what can I ever do without you and your equally bloodthirsty sister?"[/color] Even though the thing didn't even have nerves to feel being touched with, it responded to its master's caressing of its head, as if it could actually feel anything despite being no more than an empty shell animated with magic and given a silent, animalistic sentience.

In yet another display of his... bond with the machine of death and slaughter, he kept speaking to it, even as the circle of flames engulfed their surroundings before they were finally, [i]finally[/i] teleported to the floating city of Exusia. [color=6ecff6]"Yes, yes, I know, Blackfang, I'll clean your claws when we're done. Ah- no, you can't eat, you literally can't..."[/color]

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When the Exusians finally brought the party up to Exusia, Azariah was... amazed. Exusia was far beyond what he had imagined; the only thing he could think of that might equal its current splendor would be the old capital of Gran Karlezen, which had been abandoned by what few inhabitants it still had after the Cataclysm. But... This... It was literally heaven. Karlezek holds were claustrophobic due to being underground, but the glory of Exusia, with all its magic and wealth, was still something greater. 

Magic, especially. Azariah looked over at the runes that lined the... street? Magic circle they were in, some which he understood, some which he did not.

The Exusians were still quite adamant about them giving up anything that might be used to harm the Queen... though the Goliath and the Xsus... Ji- whatever the insect was called were probably just as dangerous without weapons. Oh well.

[color=6ecff6]"We did say that we accepted these terms earlier, so it's only fair."[/color] [i]No it's not.[/i] He let the still bloodstained magishell land on the ground, speaking an incantation that [i]'put it to sleep'[/i]. [color=6ecff6]"Careful with the magishell, folks."[/color] Azariah motioned at his walking death pet while locking eyes at at least two of the guards. [color=6ecff6]"It's one of a kind."[/color] [/indent][/indent]