Achronum

✮ Stardust Memory ✮

@January
Alexander likes 2 subjects: science and cultural studies.
Other than that, he's pretty useless busier developing magic routines and pranks than learing in his other classes. If you ned help in those two subjects, he's more than happy to help!

So if anyone wants to help plan pranks on the others, I'm so down!

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Skylar nodded curtly and turned, picking up the scattered texts and scrolls across the various tables and sweeping them into his bag. He buttoned the the bag and wandered his way towards the door Raven bolted from, leaning against the doorframe to wait for the rest of the group. He kept a close eye on the other group, a conjuring spell on his tongue. The wall it would create wouldn't hold long again them but it would give them a second to catch up.

He sighed. He was going to have to meditate after this fiasco for weeks. This wasn't doing his mental health any favors and his sleeping daughter shattered in the accident. At this point, he hoped they could just get this trip over with.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Skylar flinched at the name but let out a shakey breath and let the hand fade away. He shook the black mist off his hands and rubbed at the rapidly forming bruises. Too much magic, too quickly, and using the wrong preperation methods took a toll. He winced and looked over at the caravan master. Staying here would be insane at this point and he just needed rest.

"If the offers still on the table, we should get out while we can. Though we're missing someome?" Skylar counted heads, "I remember Raven taking Ivan but where's Baldur?" He took sometime to look around, think maybe he was being them or outside.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Skylar sneered as the woman slammed against the wall behind the altar and went still. Skylar sneered. Then frowned. Something wasn't quite right here. The scene slowly faded away along with the anger.He blinked a few times before reforming the large hand, placing it between the opposing group and themselves, swearing violently.

"Catch me up. What's happening?" Skylar whispered sharply. The hand in front of them. All but blocked their view, the fingers spread just enough to see their bodies. He gritted his teeth as his hands started stinging from keeping the spell up for this long. That was stupid, this situation was stupid, and he was the stupidest of all. His brother was dead, his mother very much alive, and here he was lapsing into memories in front of demons.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

@ArenaSnow Just got caught up. Sorry I'm on my break at work but gotta get back soon.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Yes Skylar...

@xChrome

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Skylar knew they needed help. None of them knew these woods well enough to survive and the North wasn't a place to wander. Skylar heard Jameson asking and the Knight demanding answers while Baldur tensed himself, preparing for the ladder. He was a little lost with how to proceed. Should they help? Should they run? He heard something, happy and light, but shook it off. He started took a breath and said-

It was bright. A boy, no older than eight, laughed as they cube hovered a few inches off the ground before falling. The blue irises faded as he look up and Skylar picked him up and twirled him-

A woman sneered from across the room and suddenly everything was ablaze. The boy vanished from his grasp and Skylar screamed and screamed fornhim. His magic couldn't put the fire out fast enough so he bolted, coughing and gasping. He stumbled into a room and froze. A small altar in the dining room. The woman with lightning dancing on her fingers. The boy pale, eyes dead, stomach sliced open. He flung his fingers out and sent spell after spell flying but every spell broke, failed, and faded. She smirked. He growled and discharged one last spell-

Eyes unfocused, he stared straight at the cultist. The orbs engulfed his hands and a hand the size of himself appeared, solid black. "Give him back! Give me Alexander back witch!" Skylar screamed before sending them hurling at the cultist.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Skylar jumped at the scream and narrowed his eyes at the man nonchalantly tinkering with his knives. He did a quick head count and stepped forward as he confirmed their party was behind him. He scowled and let his magic fly. A family trait, his irises glowed blue as flashes of blue swam through his viens as he stared down the cultist.

"So I'm going to be frank. We really aren't comfortable with this. A mud man and a giant at the exits, a boy playing with weapons as soon as the presumed owner of the establishment screams, and a demon cultist." Skylar spat the last word lie a curse. "What the hell is going on? And if it's nothing, I think I speak for the group that we would rather not be here anymore." He held one hand at the hulk at the door and one at the mud man, a violently swirling black orb in each.

However the orbs faded brief before returning as he watched Ivan and Raven walk out the door. His sudden intensity seemed to falter just a bit.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Skylar turned back to the bookshelf and muttered a quick incantation. His eyes flare blue as he connected to his fellow travelers' minds excluding Ivan. He didn't want to spook the sick boy. He held his breath.

'Listen very carefully and don't respond. The man in the rune cloak is a demon cultist from the south. Jameson suggests we group towards the back door and get ready to bolt if we need to.' Skylar let out his shakey breath and the spell vanished. He leaned heavily on the bookshelf, trying to recover. He started swearing internally about thier luck, or lack thereof. Of course he'd stumble right into what he was fleeing from.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Skylar turned to take a glance after Jameson spoke. He went rigid and turned back a little too quickly. His face pale went pale before he took a shakey breath and gripped Jameson's arm tightly.

"We need to get together and near an exit." He whispered to Jameson. "Rune cloak is a demon cultist. We need to watch them carefully or we may be on the wrong side of a sacrificial knife." He wanted to leave. He could set up a few spells for security outside if necessary. The way they lounged around made it seem like they had been here before. The more he learned, the less he liked this.

He turned and leaned against the bookshelf to look at the newcomers a little more. Three people in the room. Mage, fighter, and a common boy possibly. He pursed his lips and started reviewing spells to himself. Two of the three he could take. The barbarian over there may be a bit more of a challenge.