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Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

Dremmick Valswei

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fight time

Dremmick rolled his eyes at the Siren's request. As if he would know what the Sol made oaths to, much less care. They didn't have time for this, not to far upstream, a plume of steam started to rise, slowly tuning into a cloud of steam as he could only guess what had just happened. Confirming his suspision, a large lion-like beast with a mane of fire had made its way into the stream, creating a haze of steam around it, though it didn't seem to be worried in the water. Fire billowed from is mane and legs and along its back to its tail.

Dremmick's eyes narrowed and he turned to his allies. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He could have left as soon as they were out of town, but something about that promise from King Vrondi still gripped him. "Mason, you're a people person, keep our siren guest company." He saw two of the bandits, who were just immobilized by fear get some confidence back in their eyes. "Constance, make sure those two bandits don't run off, but I really only want one alive. Keep Mason protected....I'll take care this thing."He turned back towards the beast, "Or not, your choice." With that, Dremmick started walking toward the fire lion, adjusting his muffler down and leaving his hood off. They were about to see a lot of his magic so he figured there was no point in hiding. They will take him as he is or leave him after this, either was fine by him.

He called out to the lion,"you ready to do this or are you gonna have me make the first move?" The creature let a low rumbling growl at his slow approach before letting out a fiery roar and charging toward Dremmick, "Alright then."The stream was low here and offered a fairly easy land to run on, so Dremmick in turn started sprinting toward his target. The fire lion leaped out landing fairly close to Dremmick who had just rolled to the side. The beast turned and unleashed billowing fire from its mouth right on top of Dremmick, who produced a crimson shield to block the flames, but the big cat wasn't stupid, when is saw this, it reared back its massive paw, nearly half the size of Dremmcik and slammed against the shield. It shattered the thin shield and threw Dremmick into the air, but he had his rope dart ready and threw it, anchoring himself back to the ground. His body jerked as he stopped midair and then dropped back into the stream, however, this hit knocked him where he wanted to be, in the clouds of steam just behind it. The big cat looked around and tried to smell and hear him, and striking at the shadows in the steam. Dremmick, however, had been busy in the steam, letting off a crimson mist of his own that turned the steam red. The irritated lion roared once again, tired of searching and let out a hot jet of fire from ts mouth and swept the area around him. It then saw another shield like before and pounced on it and then bellowed out more fire onto that spot. when it stopped to see if Dremmick was there and dead, there was nothing there. "Over here!" Dremmcick shouted from behind the beast. It spun around to see Dremmcik with his bandaged arm in the air, tears and holes in the bandages of his arm.

At that moment Dremmcik clenched his right fist, and all the crimson mist formed into multiple long slender spears hanging in the air. "Perish," he said as he swung his arm down ward. The fire lion tried to move but it was too late. mutiple spears skewered through it and pinned it to the ground, but that wasn't enough to kill it. Dremmick made one more run, catching one spear that he didn't attack with in the process. Pinned but not yet defeated the Lion roared once more, sending out it most intense flames yet towards the assassin. Dremmick then used the spear to pole vault up and over the blast and landing on the creature/s back. Dremmick then fromed a spike around his hand and stabbed the monster in the back. Each of the spears seemed to sink into the monster but not through it. In retaliation, the bit cat erupted into flames, but Dremmick was faily drenched at this point and had just a moment to finish the beast off. Drawwing all the blood magic from the spears to a central point in the monster, Dremmick started to make another barrier, inside the beast. "It is over for you," he said as he then rapidly expanded the barrier. Being not truly organic, this caused the beast to explode in a fiery explosion instead of a bloody one and disperse its flames. Upon the explosion, it shattered the barrier and send Dremmick flying back, landing back into the rocky stream close to Mason and Constance, hopefully not landing on any more cal-traps in that spot.

Dremmick got up slowly. He was covered in a number of burns and getting practically punched through the air by the beast did a number on him as well with some gashes and bruising, not to mentioin the amount of blood he burned though having to fight a creature that large. He ended up falling back down on one knee, breathing hard trying to use what magic power he had left to slow the bleeding. "See?.......Nothing to it," Five men and a fire beast with no way to drain life energy from it, his body was protesting, but there was still the threat of the siren and her pet. Luckily if they were a problem, he may be able to attack them through necromancy at least. He wasn't even concerned with the other two bandits at this point, especially the third who was a whimpering mess next to Constance.

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

Dremmick Valswei

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Dremmick spun around at hearing the thumping of bows firing off arrows. Unable to bring his blood magic out in time to block the arrows from hitting his horse, he instead hung off the side off it, blocking the arrows with his back. Two arrows hit him in the thick boiled leather chestpiece he wore. It was enough to stop the arrows from doing any major damage, but the still pierced about a centimeter in. He rolled off the horse and into the water, not registering that his hood had fallen back, showing his head from the nose up for the first time since he has been with this group. He was facing off two of the bandits coming in on horses, pulling out his large karambit and rope dart. He started spinning the dart around as the first bandit rode up, taking a clumsy swing with his sword. Dremmick threw his dart out in front of the bandit and rolled low under the attack, the dart however, went into the man's neck, and he instantly tried grabbing at it. Dremmick pulled on the rope, yanking the man off the horse, dislodging and catching the dart as it returned to him. The horse seeemed to go straight to land and ran off, not caring for its fake master. The second rider he was facing has a bow and was sitting up in his stirrups, knees bent to adsorb the shock of riding for a steady shot. Dremmick sheathed his knife and prepared three crimson throwing knives with his blood magic in his right hand, bandages turning red at his hands at it's use. This time, when planned to throw his dart, he didn't aim for the rider, he was going to throw it at his horse's front legs, tripping it up and sending the rider sprawling before he could fire his arrow. However, the horse fell before he could throw it, launching the rider a bit past Dremmick. When the bandit stood up, he was hit by the three crimson throwing knives, one hitting him in the leg and the other two in the chest. Dremmick looked to the horse as t scrambled to get up right and noticed something in one of it's hooves. "Caltraps," he shouted, "Get the horses out of the water!"

He turned to face more bandits that were coming from behind them, the way they came, when everyone heard a roar and it started to get dark. Confused, the other bandits were caught off guard looking for the source in the now darkness, only to hear another bandit scream as the catlike monster attacked, but Dremmick ignored it for now and moved in, sliding between them. When he spun around to face their backs, he swept his hand in front of himself, and when ever his hand lined up with one of the bandits, a crimson spike darted out of his palm and back in, stabbing the three in rapid succession, creating a hole in the bandages at his palm. Each of the bandits dropped fairly quickly, and Dremmick pulled some of their life energy from them, making his arm glow a pale grey again. With this turn of events, he wasn't sure what was going to happen. There were still more bandits that he could make out at a distance, his eyes quickly adjusting to the darkness, though not yet tuned to it completely, but his focus was now on the water spirit that came out of the lake to calm the large cat monster. Dremmick clicked to his horse, to bring it back to shore and quickly check it for wounds and caltraps, healing anything with his stolen life energy, and keeping an eye out for any more fighting or whatever was going to happen with this new threat. After dispersing the life energy, casting away the glow, he pulled the arrows from his back and tossed them on the ground, using his magic to stop the bleeding, but careful not to actually heal himself. Thanks to the darkness, however, he could see something glowing a little ways past the stream, like a fire. He wasn't sure what it was, but he didn't want to stick around and find out.

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

Dremmick Valswei

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Things were moving much faster than Dremmick liked. Just a few hours ago they were in Nero and now they were being sent on some fetch mission for King Vrondi. Dremmick played along for however long he needed to to get out of this place for now, and since Mirror wasn't traveling with them, that may be his perfect chance.

They made their way to the armory, and Dremmick was surprised at the sheer size of it. Peeking from under his hood, knocking a petal from off his head, he could see nothing but wall to wall weapons of all shapes and sizes. It was not long after that Mirror and some other person came bearing new equipment and weapons for them, which oddly seemed to already be prepared and wrapped in black cloth for them. Dremmick wasn't sure, but he wasn't going to turn down the offer. When he opened it and saw what it was, his heart skipped a beat and his eyes went wide in shock. If anyone was paying close attention, the draconic features of his eyes and a toothy grin that bared a hint of fangs were visible for only a brief moment.

First was armor for his arms, shoulders, and waist, which he had actually excitedly and quickly put on. They went over his current clothes easily and cinched down just right. He had to pull the bottom edges of his muffler out from under the shoulder pads so that it was resting over it, but besides that, there was little else to adjust, It added to his leather vest well. He took a moment and looked it over while wearing it, pleased with the quality of the armor The second was an ancient fire dagger, left behind by some old assassin years ago. He couldn't help but feel like he has heard the name at some point during his time spent with the Therosi, but he quickly shrugged off the thought as he heard the two knights give wheat he believed to be making jokes at Dremmick's expense. So Dremmick added to the list of uses, “Or it can be combined with oil to breath fire into a knight's face while they are in their clunky armor unable to take off their helmet to put it out.” He watched as their faces seem to drop at the idea as Dremmick flipped the dagger into the air and caught it with two of his fingers at the tip of the blade, giving it a little wave, “Not that I've done that before,” he added sarcastically.

On their way to the stables, Dremmick decided that it was a good idea to pick up a pancea full of oil and lash it to the belt of his new harness on his right side. The fire dagger was sheathed and placed on the left side, next to his rope dart. When they got to the stables, Dremmick wasn't all that surprised to hear an uproar about how a group of bandits had made out with some of the horses a while ago, Luckily, it didn't seem to effect their ride acommendations, as there were already some horses waiting for them. Dremmick couldn't help but think that things were just odd. It was as if someone knew that they were going to be here and what to prepare for everyone. Was this King Vrondi's doing? Is this something that he knew was going to happen and somehow prepared for it? Dremmick was honestly confused, but hey, even if he didn't do this mission, ge just got new gear and a horse, which for him, was better than any partners on a mission any day. Dremmick did alright with animals, as he didn't really care for people too much. Animals weren't biased, if you took care of them, they would take care of you. When he was told of the horses skills, he was sure that he was going to keep it, even if Mirror did try to hunt him down later for it.

After taking the potion and before leaving, Dremmick looked to mirror, this time meeting him eye to eye. After a short pause he asked him, “How can you trust us to do this for you, people you have only just barely met?” Dremmick studied Mirror as he answered this, looking for any sort of hint that may give him away. After he was answered, he simply nodded and turned his horse around, leaving with the others.

Dremmick looked around at the countryside as they rode past. Makeshift cemeteries and uncovered mass burial sites broke up what were the beautiful rolling fields that the Nomads called home. 'Even in this haven it seems that these people can't find true safety,' he thought. They reached a stream not to much further, he noticed Constance stop for a moment so he reigned his mount in as well. He saw a look of worry on her face and commented, “After we cross this stream, I'll take point and scout ahead a good ways so that if anybody tries to get the jump on us, I can signal you.” Noticing something of interest, Dremmick dismounted and bent over to pick up a rock, smoothed over by the stream, and nearly palm sized. He placed it in one of his pouches for safe keeping and hopped back on his horse, starting across the stream as well.

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

Hey y'all, just a heads up, i finally got around to joining the discord, the name will be Garsin.

edit: Its 4:30am but I got a post up! .....woooooooot......*Head slams down on desk and instantly falls asleep*

Fairy Tail: We Are Family

@booksmusicanime

When Ris placed the mask on her face, she was hit by a waves of emotion, that of which was linked to Dremmick. It seemed to replicate his feelings, including the ones that he has been hiding until now. Rage, sorrow, fear, doubt, all bundled together, and an evil behind it all screaming to be unleashed. While she was wearing it, it was as if she could see into Dremmick's mind, and if she closed her eyes long enough, she could see and hear what he could, as if she was a part of him.

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Dremmick rushed forward again, this time using his blood magic to the fullest. He would use the blood magic to change his movements mid motion so that it was harder to predict, create shields to guard attacks, and launch spikes from his body at unpredictable times to keep Jeevak on his guard. Though while Jeevak did have to put some effort into the fight himself, he still had that unnatural grin on his face.

Suddenly, Dremmick found a gap in Jeevak's defence and moved into exploit it, striking right in the gut, but instead of meeting flesh, it was just another crimson clone. Jeevak laughed as he grabbed Dremmick by the face and lifted him up, "HAHAHAHAHA, you see now? You can't possibly defeat a man who isn't even here! This is a special clone, made up in part by my own blood. Stronger than anything here, and more than enough for all of you." Jeevak's other hand turned into a two pointed prong as he stabbed into Dremmick and pinned him on the ground. "Now, How about we force that curse of yours to complete itself? SIPHON!"

At that, Jeevak started Siphoning out Dremmick's magic energy, forcing his body to use up his own life energy to sustain himself, and the curse of his blood magic, took root, transforming Dremmick into the beast he never wished to awaken, falling to the voice that has become ever stronger in his mind.

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At that, the mask seemed to lose its connection to Dremmick, and has transformed once more. What used to be two bump were now fll on horns and the fox mask has taken on a more monstrous look than before. the carving that used to display a gentle fox mask could now be described as a fox demon, with a snarl, evil glare, and two horns.

Night School *Looking for more players*

Drake Morrison

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Drake watched as the two boys ran off. “You should get yourself cleaned up, you’ll be healed soon, though don't think we will not be discussing this later,” Hava told him."Yes ma'am," Drake started and as he stood up, he had a bit of a grin on his face. "You know, the reason I lied wasn't to trick you so much as the others," he said, jerking a thumb in the direction the boys went. He went over and picked up the cello that was lying on the ground, surprised that it wasn't broken, though it did seem to have some scratches from being tossed around. He brought it back to Hava and went to hand it out to her. "This was that vampire girl's. I don't mind talking about it, but tonight probably isn't the best time." After that he started to leave but the turned back to add, "Oh, and uh,...thanks for showing up when you did."

Later, as Drake was cleaning up, he couldn't help but think about what could have happened if Hava didn't get there in time. To be honest, he could care less about the two jerks, in fact it felt pretty good throwing them around, but anybody else who was close by was in danger. He let out a heavy sigh as he tried to clear his thoughts. After cleaning up, Drake got dressed and went over to the cafeteria to get some food before going to the chambers for the night. When he arrived, he saw Daniil already digging in, and he made a small wave to the guy. After grabbing his food, his sat at an adjacent table, within talking distance, and started eating as well.

Night School *Looking for more players*

College exams ended last week for me, woot woot!

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

Dremmick Valswei

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As if things couldn't be worse, the freakin' king of all Sol people paid the bar a visit as well. Dremmick let out a sigh as he leaned back in his chair. At this, it seemed that Mirror decided to lean over and state the obvious, "Hey uh, Y'know that's the king right?" Dremmick shook his head, he knew what Mirror was getting at. Who didn't know who the man was, were there any other undead phantasm Sol kings floating around in the world he didn't know about? Mirror was putting the pressure on for a reason, what he wanted out of it, he wasn't sure yet, so he kept listening to what King Vrondi had to say.

After the mission and reward was announced by Vrondi, Dremmick couldn't help but be interested. However, he couldn't say he could trust that Vrondi would actually follow through on his promise to a bunch of people in a bar or not, much less someone of who has a bloodline that Vrondi has seen many conflicts with. Mirror, on the other hand, just sounded more and more suspicious the more he talked. He wasn't sure what this guy was up to, or what he wanted out of outsiders helping him do this as a mission for the Aion, but in Dremmick's experience, that was a prime setup for the recruitment of a scapegoat.

"But I know you're reliable.. Dremmick. By the way you selflessly saved people on the right side. Not in self preservation at all."

'....Shit, he does know...,' Dremmick thought. It seemed like Mirror had an idea as to Dremmick's motives back in Nero, though Dremmick could have just as easily helped the Therosi if he just wanted to stay alive. But this last statement also threw up another warning flag up to Dremmick. This man was trying to blackmail him! He suddenly had the urge to impale Mirror right then and there, but that would be suicide with the king right there. If there was anything Dremmick couldn't stand, it was blackmail, but if agreeing with Mirror would get him out the door, he would be free to leave as soon as he left the gates.

Dremmick took a sip of his water, thinking it over when Constance jumped up and answered, "I'm going." Dremmick cracked a smirk at this and then followed suit. "I'll go as well... it would seem," he said, his eyes cutting over to Mirror. "Though, I'll warn you, I'm awful nosy, something it seems we have in common."

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

Dremmick Valswei

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Dremmick felt as if he had gone from the frying pan and into the fire. This Mirror character, one that he has heard of being the leader of the Aion during his time embedded in the Therosi, was now keeping his gaze set on him. Although Dremmick saved those seraphim to try to secure a quick way out of Nero, helping the seraphim did still feel like the right thing to do at the time. Avalon seemed to really appreciate his help, something that didn't really happen among Therosi assassins, nobody really cared. He couldn't blame them from wanting to break away from their slavery where a people used there blood for their preferred beverage. He recalled his Nayu mother's disgust with the act, which surprised most people on the road. Dremmick was still aware that he was not welcome here should they know what he is. The people of Vrondi tended not to take kindly to dragon folk, Nayu, and especially something as vile as necromancy, even if it was used to heal a number of seraphim, which looking back on it now, he hope that he could get away before one of those higher up healers could sense any remnants of his magic. Dremmick's hood and muffler kept most of his face hidden as he begrudgingly followed Mirror. There was no running from here without being noticed and it drove him mad.

Mirror suspected something as he made it apparent earlier. The mission was supposed to be a secret, yes, and really it was a gamble that Dremmick took based on previous raid locations and importance of auction items at that banquet. He went to the bar alongside the man, but he refused to drink any alcohol, waving his hand as Mirror requested it. "Water is fine for me, maybe another time." Dremmick wasn't much for drinking. Sure, he would do it occasionally, though not heavily, but normally he finds himself needing to keep his wits about him as much as possible, and a state of intoxication with his magic types could be devastating even to himself. Not to mention he had been on the road, so some fresh water actually did sound refreshing to him right about now.

Dremmick looked at Mirror as he smirked, which was returned with an unseen raised eyebrow. Dremmick saw that the best coarse of action was to be cordial for now and go along with this. He went and sat at the table, intrigued with whatever this argument was over the young Nayu girl they had brought back. However, what caught his eye shortly after, was the tyro girl causing a bit of an uproar not to far from them at another table. 'Great, now the freakin' dragon hunting race is here. I might have done better just casting my lot in Nero,' he thought bitterly. Though he didn't speak and his face was fairly covered, his body posture may have showed that he really just didn't want to be here. If you could sit in an annoyed way, Dremmick was doing just that. Dremmick started scanning the room, looking for potential ways out in the case that he was going to have to book it or fight his way out of here.Unfortunately, if he was in the capital, to leave he would have a long fight ahead of him and have to stay low. But Sol people were hard to maneuver around with their abilities to see into the mind.

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

Dremmick Valswei

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Admittedly, Dremmick didn't expect the other seraphim to pick him up and fly him through the portal, he expected to just climb up to it from the path that Mirror made. It only seemed to get worse after he went through the portal, however. On the other side, it was not a camp, it was a room surrounding him in stone walls, a medical center by the looks of it, and only one way out. Not too long after coming throught the portal, a Sol healer made their way to him insisting that he needed to be medically checked.

"Now, now, let us check you."

Knowing where he most likely was, it would not be a good idea for his draconian traits or even much worse his cursed arm under his bandages to be seen by anyone here. Slit pupils may rarely slide, but a tail, horns, and a necromancer arm that he can also channel blood magic through? Nope, that wouldn't do any good at all. He doubted he could take on a whole garrison who also had their own magic, even if he somehow did, it may be too costly. "I assure you, that it is quite unnecessary. I am perfectly fine and can mend myself if I need to. You have many more of your own people with more serious wounds than my lack thereof to attend to."

It was at this point a knight came up to him. "You helped save my friend back there. I couldn't help but notice you're not an Aion. Regardless you made the right choice in helping us," he started. 'Well, that remains to be seen,' Dremmick thought to himself. "What is your name?" the knight asked. Dremmick never gave his last name to anybody he didn't know personally, so he would usually say that he only had one name. Necromancy is seen as something of pure evil to most, and his family name was made a public example those years ago. "My name is Dremmick, nothing more, and your name?" he asked in response to being asked for his own name. After the knight's response he continued, "I am to assume that I am somewhere in Vrondi?" He figured that as long as he was going to be asked questions, he may as well ask his own.