Dragoknighte

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Harry Kingsfield

Location: Halsey's shop

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Halsey kept apologizing for her lack of knowledge. It was a detail Harry couldn't stop himself from picking up. He doubted that it was all that significant a fact, but it was still kind of annoying, especially since he was half sure that she had uttered that exact same phrase just a few minutes prior. But the rest of the information appeared to be rather spot on. Seemed that everything in this town tied into this so called satanic cult and by extension the Ryders, Johnsons and a few other key families.

Now left to his own devices, Harry idly looked around the room. Given what kind of store this woman ran, he wasn't all too surprised by the furnishings. That thing though. Call it intuition, but he was pretty sure it was one of the keys to that legend that Halsey had mentioned. Realizing that he hadn't recording the last section of the conversation, the PI picked up his notebook and quickly scribbled down the thing about the mines. Speaking of which, it made sense to him why they'd pick a place like that. It's detached from the main town. If a cult wants to conduct itself in secret a mine at night was the obvious place.

Done with catching up on his note taking, Harry approached the display case and sketched out the object. He needed a record of it if he were going to try asking others about this. His artistry skills were nowhere near professional, but since it was mostly a runic kind of symbol, he could get something down that looked close enough. He flipped over to a blank page before picking up the case to get a better look at the thing. Part of him wanted to open it up and handle it directly, but he was cautious enough to realize that was a bad idea. It'd be all too easy to accidentally ruin it since he didn't know what it actually was. The fact that it was in a case was evidence enough that it was relatively fragile/

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Cyne

Location: Outside the Tower
Interacting with:N/A

Having just barely avoided the castle wall trying to kill her, perhaps it was a rather poor idea for Cyne to stick around right where she was. But damn it, she had decided to stay and see what would become of Keystone, Thomas and Satilla, and she was going to see it through. Even if she couldn't actually well see the other two behind the big, burly figure of the cook/monk/whatever else he was. It was then that she noticed the remained structure of the tower begin to collapse on itself.

The gust of wind the came from the event was far more powerful than she would have expected, and the resulting spray of dirt, flecks of stone, snow and shrubbery were enough to make her instinctively shield her face and eyes with her arm. It was only after she felt the wind settle that she lowered her arm to see the final result of the last several days. She blinked three times before she truly worked through what she'd seen. They'd all made it out. The healer had only just gotten out by the skin of her teeth and they were all covered in disgusting bodily fluid, but they were no worse for wear than at the end of the battle. At least, that was the case as far as she could tell. She dearly hoped it was.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Atkin Bowman

Kind * Rule-Breaker * Moral * Curious * Determined * Stubborn

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Location: The Long Walk

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Valda did the thing he would have done in her situation, and he couldn't begrudge that at all. If Gordy had been kidnapped by some loony witches and he knew how to Transport like, he would have zapped off to go find him as well. Hell, he probably would have done so well before she had. Sure, someone could bring up the inherent danger of potentially teleporting directly into a battle or in the middle of a witch den, but he wouldn't have particularly cared.

"Y'know the Queen's a witch too," Atkin interjected at Arya's assertion that a witch is a witch. "If I were a Wendron Witch and I'd just taken out the Port Witches, last thing I'd want to do is attack the Castle like that. Far as I'd be concerned, my coven already owns the place. It's like when your mate gets a new place. You don't start trashing the place immediately after he moves in. Nah, it's gotta be the port witches. It's showin' off power and dominance. 'We're the big lads in town now, so you better do what we say.'"

It was something he'd seen once or twice before. One gang takes out another and then they make a big show about it. Same deal. At least he hoped so. Even the witches wouldn't be stupid enough to seriously try taking over the Castle now by force, would they? The Young Army's crawling the streets, Wizard Tower has all it's magical wards up, the Guards are on high alert and the Port Witches had just had a big slap fight with the Wendron Witches, this would be the worst possible time to try an invasion. But what did he know?

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The woman's eyes widened when Valda suddenly appeared before her but made no move to stop her from doing whatever it was. Magyk was something she only knew enough about to work with or around it as required. The Reverse was far beyond her depth, but it seemed to do the princess quite well, for she woke up for the first time in a worryingly long amount of time.

"My queen, would you like to take the princess back to the Palace?" She didn't let go of Luna, for she wasn't sure if she was strong enough to stand on her own once more. But if the queen was able to Transport herself and her sister back to the Castle, all would be fine for the woman. But if not, then things got even trickier, having to escort not one, but two members of the Royal Family back to the Palace without any further harm coming to either.

"Jadis is the Wendron Mother, right? If so," the woman looked away from everyone else, at the ground as the images of Jadis' gruesome death flashed in her mind. "She's... no longer of this world." Her gaze returned to Valda. "I saw her die. I don't know what Magyk caused her demise, but she... dissolved from within into nothing. I don't know how to describe it." She hoped Valda wouldn't take the news too badly. She'd had quite a rough day as well, this news would only make it worse.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Mali Anson

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Location: Zoie's Farm
Skills: Athletics, Perception

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Alright, no answer from inside. Don't panic. Don't panic. There could be a million reasons why there wasn't an answer. He could be in the house, or somewhere else where he wouldn't be able to hear her shout. For all she knew, although the limo was here it could be entirely possible that he wasn't even on the estate. He could have gotten another ride and left the place, sent a text message to Zoie and she just didn't have the connection to see it. Then he'd show up later and get a slap in the face for worrying everyone. Don't panic. He could even be just on the other side of the building and simply couldn't hear her over the very loud fire.

But he could still be in that building. Mali was still not dressed to be rushing into a burning building, and fire was indeed scary, so she still wasn't going to charge headfirst into that building unless all the other sensible options were eliminated first. Don't panic. Mali ran around the building staying as close as she could to the building while remaining a safe distance away from the flames. She was looking for anything: Marc himself, perhaps an open window that let her see into the barn that wasn't entirely blocked by fire, something other than just a burning building.

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Harry Kingsfield

Location: Halsey's shop

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Harry put down his notebook and pen when he heard that last story. What the hell. A haunted silver mine was nothing unusual. Any spent mine lent itself towards having ghost stories surrounding it. It would have been more odd had it not been rumored to be haunted, even by just the local kids. But some sort of Elder God or great demon sleeping under the lake that needed five artifacts to awaken? That was way too specific to not set off every single red flag in his head.

"First, I'd like to know more about this silver mine. Is there more to that story?" As much as every fiber of his being screamed that he should dig deeper into that last story, there was a small, but unignorable part of him that said that there was more to be done. He couldn't quite say why, or even think so at the moment, but he knew that the silver mine also played into this whole mess. It was a wordless feeling, but one he had to pursue. But he wasn't going to leave this building until he could get every bit of information possibly from this woman.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Nor

Location: Outside the Tower
Interacting with:N/A

Why any of these humans thought it was a good idea to stay put was beyond him. Just because you were outside the building didn't mean you were safe. The bloody thing could still fall on your head, and it had tried to do that to him just a few seconds ago. You couldn't be sure until you'd actually moved yourself to either a safe distance or until the whole thing completely collapsed, or fell apart as much as it would. Perhaps that remaining floor would stay where it was, but he wasn't going to give it the chance to take another potshot on his arse if he could help it.

Not that it was making things easy. It felt like every other step some miscellaneous chunk of the tower happened to fall right in front of his foot, so he'd have to alter his course so as to not trip over it. And then the altered course put a tree directly in his path so he had to maneuver around that. But around the tree was a great, big, thorny bush. He might have been in full plate, but that just meant that any vines that did get through would be that much harder to remove. And so on. He did manage to get some more distance in the chaos. Perhaps a bit more and he'd be more or less out of the danger zone.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Atkin Bowman

Kind * Rule-Breaker * Moral * Curious * Determined * Stubborn

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Location: Palace: Lawn->The Long Walk

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If he wasn't going to insist that they all go indoors because of the weather before, when Arya suddenly wasn't able to maintain her Spell, he would have. He had half a mind to physically push his teacher into the Palace, but Rowland saved him the trouble by pulling rank. Good thing too, because knowing how the rest of the day had been going, he probably would have ended up bungling getting Arya somewhere out of the elements.

Walking inside behind Arya, he couldn't help but brood/marvel over just how awful this one day had been. It seemed like literally every single aspect of Castle life had taken a marked turn for the worse, and there was nothing he'd been able to do the entire time but stand back, watch and make them even worse. All he could do was hope that the Physik would be able to help Myrus and that the bloody Young Army of all people would successfully return Princess Luna. As he stood by the fire shivering his balls off, he saw Cuyler place his smelly furs on Arya in a move he probably thought was smooth. But Atkin was so bummed out he couldn't even bring himself to glare at the guy. At least tomorrow couldn't be this bad, right?

Right?

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The woman flinched at the sudden gunfire, the loud noise momentarily setting off the body's WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT reaction, only for her to figure out rather quickly that neither she nor the princess had taken a bullet, so there was no need for immediate alarm. In fact, from the looks of things, she decided to join in on harming that dark wizard, which was fine by her. But more importantly, she needed to get back to the Castle as soon as possible.

She wasn't going to argue over the moral justification of just taking a boat because everyone there ran off scared, the woman merely boarded the vessel. She didn't know the first thing about sailing a boat, so she'd just leave it to the one who looked like she did. Instead, she opted to find some place that seemed relatively blocked off from the wind and held the princess tightly to herself. The poor lass was hanging in there, but she wanted to keep her conditioning from worsening any further. She wasn't a doctor, but sharing body heat seemed like the best route to go from here. She didn't think to bring anything like a heavy cloak, so it was the best she could do until they could get to the Castle.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Mali Anson

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Location: Club Afterdark
Skills: Driving (Cars), Athletics, Perception

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As she drove, Mali kept tabs on Zoie in her peripheral vision. She seemed really tense at the moment, but no fucking duh. Her house was probably on fire, only someone with deep seated personal issues towards their residence or some kind of insurance scam set-up would be happy to know that the place they sleep is likely in flames. It was kind of amazing how the size of the smoke cloud seemed to grow perpetually larger, as if it could reach the point where the entirety of the sky was consumed by the charcoal colored gas.

Of course that notion was dispelled when she managed to actually reach the farm and see that the barn was on fire rather than the house (thank goodness). But there were still a lot of unanswered questions and immediate concerns. Like what the fuck were they going to do about this fire. It had long since past the point of being able to be contained by just a couple of people with no firefighting experience, and although right now it was constrained just to the barn, gust of wind at the wrong time could lead to the situation growing even worse.

"You've got a house phone, right Zoie? Should probably use it to call 911." Mali roughly parked the car and undid her seatbelt, not bothering to turn off the car. "I'm going to see if I can find Tinder." Relic's first guess was the barn, and she really hoped that wasn't the case. But just in case, then it was pertinent to check there first. If he'd gotten trapped in a burning barn, he wouldn't be able to afford the time required to suss out the rest of the farm first. Cursing the fact that she had to go barefoot and had to make the dash in a dress, Mali ran as fast as she could to the barn.

"MARC," she yelled out between cupped hands. She desperately hoped for an answer of some kind. She also looked for a potential way into the barn that would be relatively safe if she actually had to take the plunge. As much as she didn't want the FBI agent to bite it, she wasn't overly keen on running headfirst into fire either.

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Harry Kingsfield

Location: Halsey's shop

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None of this was particularly surprising. Had he been asked to answer his own question and just make something up from what he'd just learned, he'd probably come up with something like that. But even if it was the logical conclusion to that story thread, that didn't mean he could afford to blow it off. So down it went into the notebook as well. Looking at it now, he was starting to run out of available pages. He'd need to pick up a new one soon.

"There's nothing more of the history of Red Lake?" Harry asked, quirking an eyebrow. "Nothing of interest at all happened in the hundreds of years since those initial events?" It was very possible she just didn't know any more than what she had told him, which would be disappointing. For an expert her pool of knowledge was rather limited. Although, there wasn't much competition in the field of the history of a small town like Red Lake. But if there was more to Red Lake's history, even if it wasn't directly related to the case, he wanted to know.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Atkin Bowman

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Location: Palace: Lawn

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Atkin had no idea who this "Uncle Marcellus" was, or why she had so much faith that he would know anything about this mutant business, but he must be some hot shit to know about stuff that neither Arya nor Rowland were aware of. After all, they were the current and previous ExtraOrdinary Wizard, and the latter had been traveling the world in his spare time. If he would have guessed anyone to know something about anything, it would be one of those two. What kind of person would be knowledgeable about a subject that was in the blind spot of those two?

More importantly, when were they going to go inside, he was freezing his ass off. Hell, he was even agreeing with Brother Grimm over there. It was already well below freezing and it sure as hell wasn't going to get any warmer tonight, especially with the snow starting to fall from overhead.

"Not to rush everyone, but yeah let's get inside already. Certainly wouldn't hurt Myrus to be healed out from the elements," Atkin chimed in as he shoved his hands into the crooks of his armpits in an attempt to keep them from freezing solid. The bit of fire from Arya also helped, but if the snow escalated into a full-on storm, he doubted if it'd be able to be maintained. Extraordinary Magyk or no, water had a funny way of putting out flames.

If the adults ended up dragging their feet for much longer with their insistence on staying out on the Lawn for no discernible reason, he'd just have to march back to the Tower himself. It's not like he wanted to just leave everyone, but at the same time, he didn't want to come down with a cold, or something worse like pneumonia just because nobody actually felt like moving from where they stood when they didn't have to.

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"My mission is to return her to the Palace. I'm not going to change my mind on that any time soon." The woman didn't need a gun pointed at her to grab Luna and head back to the Castle. That's what'd she'd been trying to get accomplished this entire time. Speaking of the princess. Oh. She was in rough shape. The poor lass. Although the vast majority of her feelings towards the girl was that of sympathy and pity, a part of her was a bit relieved she had fallen unconscious, if simply how easily that reduced the complexity of the situation. She didn't have to worry about trying to gain the princess' trust enough to come with her. Even though she wasn't one of the witches, she wouldn't blame Luna for being too scared or cautious to just take her word that she only wanted to get her back to the Palace.

The woman approached Luna's unconscious body and tried to pick her up. One of her hands was full with the club, and a human body wasn't exactly the easiest thing to handle, so in the process of getting her up, the princess' head slipped and hit the ground. Ouch. She just had to hope that either it was nothing, or that the Palace Physician would be able to handle one more issue. With her mark now in hand, the woman walked towards the armed woman.

But her work wasn't quite done. She didn't have a lot of time to dedicate towards this, but the Young Army woman. She couldn't just leave her to this wicked man. Not only did he hang around the witches who'd just kidnapped the princess, he was really skeezy going on about fictional debts and acting like he was a gentleman when he was just scum. Especially with that spell he was trying. It was so gross and rapey. So as she passed the two of them she pulled her club up and swung it down hard on the back of Rhys' head. It got him good. Not quite enough to knock him out, but he wasn't able to finish his spell, and it would give her an opening to escape. Hopefully.

"Let's go. Time is of the essence."