Jollan

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

Mason, Shye, and Dremmick

Shye knew she was faster than, Dremmick, but not his blood magic, she had to lose him, and quickly. If she was out of his range, she would be in the clear. Without her doppelganger, she would have to just make a run for it. She bolted back towards town. "Oh no you don't!" Dremmick called out as spikes formed from the mist and flew towards her. He just would need one to hit. Shye however, thought he would try something like this and already had her fist balled up. She leaped forward and turned in the air to face the projectiles, directing one hand to the ground and the other in front of her. She released both blasts at once one, one to break the ground beneath her sending rocks and dirt in the air to cover her, and the other to destroy the spikes. When Dremmick made his way through the cloud of dust to chase her, she was gone."DAMMIT!" he cursed. He went back to gather his equipment before he continued into the city.

Shye was making her way through the city and stopped in an alley to catch her breath. She slumped down to the ground against the wall, her breathes heavy but silent. Nix swooped down from the skies in a panic, having been there while she fought. But she seemed distressed about something. Nix tried soothing her by petting the little dragon, but it wasn't long until she hears a commotion in the streets. She cautiously peaked around the corner, her eyes going wide at the sight. rogue plant-life was running rampant in the streets, attacking people at random. Shye had no idea what was going on, as far as she had known things were fairly peaceful after Nuxta's forces left the area.(edited)
All the sudden the building she was leaning against started to rumble as a plant had overgrown through it, people pouring out of it, running for their lives. The poisonous tendrils reaching out to grab who they could. In the building however, there was still a cry for help, a young child by the sound of it, accompanied by a woman screaming and trying to go back into the house, being stopped by someone who knew it was too late. Shye wasn't particularly sure why. It wasn't her fight, and she should have continued to flee, but instead she jumped into the fray.

Shye leaped through one of the holes in the building, burning and tearing her way through the growth, trying to follow the sound of the child. She found a doorway warped by the building crumbling to pieces, her way through blocked by more growth. She dug her claws into the thick vines,and started to burn through it, ripping out anything that became too weak to hold on. Eventually she found the child crying in the center of the room. She picked him up and fought her way back through the crumbling building, being pelted with ruble and scratched by the plants' thorns as they tried to attack her on her way out. When she made it out, she set the child down and her ran to his mother who scooped him up and ran without a word of thanks, too terrified to stop. Shye's body however started to feel weak. Those thorns...they must have been poisonous, She tried to move but found her body start to numb as she fell to the ground. More tendrils reached out from the broken house, wrapping around her and starting to drag her back in, a hungry maw forming in the center of the building, its tendrils looking for prey to consume. Nix started to panic, trying in vain to cut the vines, biting and scratching at them, ripping some off successfully, but not fast enough, as there were many more to replace them. Shye could hear Nix's outcries to her as she slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

Just as the tendrils seemed to have won, a white blur shot toward the fallen woman; wielding a sword engulfed in black flame. In a single swipe, the tendrils grasping the woman turned to a sickly gray ash as the blur flew past, once again taking to the air before twisting around for a second flyby. This time it seemed to be aiming for Shye as it swept low, it's flaming blade currently out of sight.

All the sudden, the tendrils Nix was working on were all severed. Causing her to stumble back as something flew by them. The dragonling's fur was raised as she saw it coming back at them. She hissed at Mason as he made his second approach while standing on top of Shye's unconscious form, unsure what his intentions were.

With a jerk, Mason scooped them up before more tendrils could lash out once more. Once in his arms, it was clear the young knight was already exhausted from working to save so many civilians; beads of sweat poured down his face as he drew ragged breathes. Looking at Nix, a weak, but reassuring smile grew across his face "Don't worry little one, I'm here to help. The scary people will be all gone soon, I promise!" as a knight he was obligated to give hope to those who needed it most, to make them feel safe in the moments of greatest peril.

Nix wasn't entirely convinced, but she stoped hissing at him. Her fur was still raised and she hunkered down, claws holding on.

Dremmick hard a hard time finding Shye after her escape. When he got frther into town, it felt like a battleground. Buildings were torn asunder, injured people scrambling for safety, and strange plant-like creatures wreaking havoc in every direction. Dremmick had to put aside his hunt to start dealing with the new problem at hand. He starded destroying as many plants as he could, ripping through to the heart of the plant with his blood magic, and then draining away their life energy, and dispersing it to any injired he came across. There were many times he was hit by poison, but he used his control over his own blood to push the poison back out of the wound, expelling any blood affected by the poisons as well. Some, seeing his wounds as he fought, thought him a monster as well and ran from him. Eventually he saw Mason overhead, and though he would link up with him to find the rest of the group....but there was a particular person he saw in his arms that made his blood boil.

Dremmick shot up from the streets to the rooftops using his blood manipulation to grapple up. "MASON! UNHAND HER! SHE'S DOLOFON!" He yelled out to him, a long slender single edged blade forming in his hand. It was reminiscent of a katana, with a longer blade and a much longer handle, am in between of pole-arm and two handed sword, its color completely crimson. Dremmick stood there, eyes now glowing yellow, that ghostly aura streaming from his eyes and enveloping from his right arm, and now across his chest with the rest of his cursed flesh. "Put. Her. Down." He commanded, the murderous intent obvious in his voice.

This woman was part of the Dolofon? Normally, Mason would have dropped her the instant he heard those words, but the person in his arms had gone down trying to save a child. They deserved a second chance. "I can't do that Dremmick, this woman nearly died saving a child.... Even if she is Dolofon, I'd say she deserves a chance to redeem herself. Besides, it's dishonorable for a knight to abandon someone over their past mistakes; you of all people should understand that." he hollered back. However, as Dremmick began to get more and more aggressive, Mason began to grow unsure of his friend's sanity. Could the curse be affecting his mind? It had clearly grown, or was at least larger than Mason had expected. "You need to CALM DOWN. This is no time for vengence. These people need our help-- and more importantly, your curse is spreading.... It's probably for the best you cover up and come back to this later AFTER we deal with the current situation." Mason continued as he flew onward toward the nearest medical personnel he could see outside the danger zone.

"To Hell with a knight's honor if it means saving the life of an enemy who will do nothing but turn around and kill you given the chance. She attacked me, and at any other time she wouldn't hesitate to slit any of our throats just as long as its her mission. Don't be a fool Mason!" At this he did level his blade towards Mason, though he was still a good distance away. Crimson wraps started to cover his exposed body like bandages. "I don't want to fight you Mason, but I will not lose anyone else to the likes of them."

Nix spent her time trying to wake Shye, licking at her face. She knew that whoever they were fighting before had caught up to them, and it was attempting to try to wake her so they could leave. The poison won't kill her, but unknown to the dragonling, even if she woke right now, she would be unable to move for a while.

"Dremmick, this isn't an argument. I'M SAVING THIS WOMAN'S LIFE. Don't worry, the Dolofon won't do shit... If they tried, they would fail, and even if they DID succeeded, a war would break out... Dremmick I give you my WORD, that you won't regret this, I'm sure this woman can be reasoned with."

Dremmick had a decision to make. To trust in someone else, or to go about what he felt was right on his own. It was a tough choice considering his past. Dremmick simply nodded as he followed. His grip on his weapon tightened, blood dripping from his hand as he let them go. "Fine," he said hatefully, not really at Mason, but of the situation in general. "But if I see so much as a bit of resistance from her...I WILL kill her, you have my word." He stopped following and turned his attention to the rest of the town so he could find what was causing this. He called out to Mason as he gained distance. "I'll meet you at the inn when this is settled, I'm going hunting...," with that, he jumped off the rooftops and back into the fray, looking for whoever was spreading the poisonous plant seeds.

Thankfully, it seemed that Mason had saved the woman's life..... For now... Landing in front of the medical personnel that he had seen earlier, he handed the unconscious Shye over . "This woman needs medical attention; from the looks of it, I believe she's been poisoned! Please see to it that she doesn't run off after coming to, I want to speak with her when this is over." he said as he took to the sky, "And mind the little one! They seem to be very uncomfortable around others!"

With that, he drew his blade once more, and flew straight for the Scythe woman.......

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

Allard, Nailah, Lynn, and the guardians

The group was pleased to be in Nailahs and Allards presence. Each introducing themselves to Nailah. Grim quickly taking the drinks and participating with a self pleasing grinn. His hair curling over his face a little from having been under the humidity of the helmet. Om did not participate. "I seek to stay pure in order to be worthy enough to become a Dragon." He said with humble respect. Erica turned to Nailah with a gentle yet curious smile. "Oh I do tend to get that at times from foreigners." She took up to the drink like the others. Galland was nearly shouting with laughter to Allards story. His chair despite its ample form wheezed under the weight of his body still in armor. "Ah damn good way tah make uh return!" He spoke between glugs. A way of fiercly pouring ones drink into their mouths. Vast amounts of drink filled Gallands belly by the second. "AH DO WUNT TAH MEET THA!" He wasnt one for belching often. So he let out a single loud one before continuing in a more coherent speech. "Meet tha one who healed us. But she looked fairly busy. You know who tha fine lass was Allard?"

"Ah, that woulda been lady Ami. A high born Seraphim capable of amazin feats of healin. She was tha one floating in tha sky scatterin light all around. Tha other healer acompany'n us was a young lassa gal. She healed a number o' folks, thoigh nothin' like tha other. Ami even revived mah wings," Allard said moving them a bit.

Nailah let out a mischievous smile as she saw the others starting to drink too. Om was the only one who didn't. It was a shame, really but Nailah knew that she wouldn't be able to convince him that easily, since he mentioned wanting to stay 'pure'.

"A shame really, but I respect your reasons." Nailah said, with a kind smile towards Om.

Turning towards Erica, who also seemed to be drinking, Nailah giggled as she said she usually heard comments such as the one she had made from foreigners.

"Oh, but I didn't mean to offend you. Quite the contraire to be truthful! You're really something!" Nailah said, giggling.

"I wonder, men probably can't help themselves around you, can they? I wouldn't be surprised if you said that even some women tried to flirt with you..." she continued, with a mischievous smile and a wink.

"A secret between girls, I know exactly how you feel... Regarding both men and women." Nailah said, whispering to her with a cute laugh.

"From where I came from, not wearing many clothes is quite common due to the temperature, but whenever I go to other places, the stares are always present. Can't say I don't like them though... It took me a lot of training to make my body graceful and strong at the same time. Nothing wrong in letting others appreciate it, right?" Nailah said.

It was then that Allard started telling stories about his childhood together with Galland. With an amused expression, Nailah quietly heard them, laughing as he finished talking about how they strapped the Onyx guy who won the strength competition to a rock and threw him.

"I certainly don't envy the ones who were responsible for taking care of you when you guys were younger!" Nailah said, laughing as she took another sip from her tankard.
Galland, unlike Om, seemed to be ecstatic with everything that was happening. Showing that clearly on how he was drinking.
As he mentioned the healer who was floating above the city though, Nailah raised an eyebrow. She was also curious about her, but she didn't want to interrupt Allard's stories just to ask about something so... unfun.

"A seraphim, Ami and a Lassa..." Nailah repeated.

"I am really excited to meet them! Lassas aren't very common from where I came too!" she said, smiling

"Two gorgeous women drinking with you guys and yet you're speaking of another one? So greedy..." Nailah said, nudging Erica playfully while laughing.

"Unless... It was love at first sight?" Nailah asked, with a fox like expression as she looked to Galland, teasing him.

"Oh~ That's so cute~" she said, excitedly without even waiting for his reply.

"Allard, you know a lot about her, right? What kind of men does she like? What are her tastes and preferences regarding presents and activities?" she asked, resting her head on her hands as she waved her tail behind her.

"Oh, shes a firecracker in her own right." He said shooting Erica a grin, "but I'm afraid I had mine own sights set on another growin up," he said looking into his tankard thinking of his wife when they were young. "But Galland!" He said looking up with a broad smile, "tha man couldn't take 'is eyes off 'er, hahahaha! Well, she was certainly a sight ta behold then amongst all tha flowers in their shop. But now look at 'er, makin all these men in armor look like grimy beggers in comparison, even makin' armor look as lovely as lace! Gahahahaha!" He laughed as he threw back another tankard in a few swift gulps.

Erica couldn't help but to blush at the attention she was receiving. "I aim ta keep this town safe. What folk think when they gander at me out my armor is no concern of mine." She sipped her drink. Galland nodded. "Ai.. She ain't the young lass you once knew Allard. She has grown into a brave warrior for her people. This town, and even for tha Queen. She appointed us all. Coming down from high mountain ta do so."

"Aye...many things 'ave changed since I've gone it seems." He said looking down at his tankard as he took another drink, then setting the empty container to the side, a new one nearly instantly replacing it. He wished he could have been here to fight alongside them. There was no real point to dwell on the past, as it couldnt be changed, but it was still bitter. "Tha Queen 'erself came down, eh? What encouraged that?"

"I suppose it was the bandit attack. Or no.. the slavers. Or perhaps the rogue mages. Regardless of what it was we aided tha town and it's people. Even going as far to raid our enemies encampments and ensure they never bother another son or daughter of our own again." Galland looked Allard in the eye. "We made sure those forests were safe and free for hunting game. Not people."

Allard nodded with a short toast with his new tankard, "glad ta hear it, I only wish I could'a been there ta help." He quickly tried to change the subject, "So, how have those flabby arms been holdin' out fur ya?" He said with a grin as he planted a heavy arm on the table for a good ol' fashioned arm wrestle.

"Oh~ So sweet!" Nailah said, teasing Galland as she heard Allard talking about him.

Turning to Erica, who was blushing due to all the attention she was receiving, she couldn't help but laugh. It looked like Erica wasn't used to be stared at and be noticed, not as a warrior, but as a woman.

"I make of your words mine, regarding what others think about me." Nailah said, agreeing with Erica.

"But if you ask me, It's a waste to not use one's beauty as a weapon. After all, a women's body is also one of her weapons. You wouldn't believe how many people underestimate me due to my body." Nailah said, with a mischievous wink

"It also makes things quite funny!" Nailah said with a giggle before drinking the last bit from her tankard.

"How are you all guys holding up? Already tipsy?" Nailah asked, with a mischievous smile, almost if she was plotting something.

One of the tricks Nailah used when drinking was to burn the alcohol in her mouth as she drank. Even though Nailah has a really good tolerance to alcohol, with this little trick, she basically won't get drunk. While she wasn't doing that yet, as she really wanted to drink a little bit and taste it, she wasn't going to let Allard, Galland and the others win that little drinking contest.
Looking back to Galland and Allard, the two men were busy talking about many things, especially their past. While Nailah could appreciate to watch two old friends reuniting themselves after a long time, she was also feeling a bit excluded on all that talk, since she was pretty much the newcomer.

When Allard challenged Galland to a little strength competition, Nailah smiled, clapping excitedly.

"Ooh! Arm wrestling! I wonder if we'll be able to see the winner of it the table will break first!" Nailah said, laughing as she leaned on the table to watch, conveniently making her cleavage quite pronounced as her breasts rested on the table. While it wasn't really on purpose, which was made obvious by the way she was looking to Allard and Galland, genuinely interested in their arm wrestling contest, acting in such a seductive way was natural to her.

"We have come to find out they keep spares in the back," Allard joked about the table breaking, though... it was true. As the match started Allard went to turn to say something to Nailah, trying but failing to notice her cleavage pushing forward, his eyes reverting back to the arm wrestling match at hand his reddening face covered up by the strain of the wrestling match thankfully."S-so! Nailah. What about you? You seem well traveled, any jolly tales from your adventures?"
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Lynn was worried something may have happened to Siiga while she was out, but now that she was full of energy, she felt like she should go find her. She looked up and saw a figure enveloped in light above the town, though she couldn't get a good long look to see who it was because it was admittedly a little too bright. With Metis as her shadow, she made her way back to the inn. She hoped that maybe everything was okay and she was headed back to the inn for the night. When she opened the doors to the inn, everyone turned to take a look at who walked in for a second before going about their business, as it seemed common practice in most bars. A couple people waves to the 'walking potion' before continuing in their drink.

She was trying to make her way through the somewhat crowded bar, as there were a lot of people celebrating, to try to make it to the stairs. Allard, while arm wrestling, knocked back the remnants of another tankard, still without sign of inebriation. He turned, like everyone else to notice the arrival of the Lassa girls. "Oi, there's tha Lassa lasses now," he said, chuckling at his own combination of words. "Guess they finally got tired of sleepin' outside under tha medic tent."

"Alright ol' friend, are ya done done holdin' back or are ya gonna give it yur all?" he said, taunting Galland.

The patrons could only look up at the rowdy crew above. With joyous praise they spoke of them. Erica was fitted with a relaxed composure. She was more reserved with her drinking and thoughts. Yet she seemed open to their energetic exchanges. Stifling a chuckle as her cheeks grew red. Om quietly sat sipping his own drink. Even more so reserved than Erica. "I have heard of the strength of Gallands old friends." He uttered in thought. Galland looked at the sturdy table. It's thick wood was supported with stone. He layed a thick right arm on the table. Knocking over empty cups in the process onto the floor. He looked at Allard with a 'bring It' expression. His cocky grinn growing. "I remember a strong farm boy yes. But these are the hands that crushed many foes for this place. I cannot lose on my terf!" He roared slamming his fist onto the table. Causing an sizable cavity. Yet the durability of the table contained the blow.

The two were locked hand in hand in what could be recorded as one of the greatest arm wrestling matches seen in many a year. The struggle went on for some time. Allard was sure that Galland had faced many foes in his time as a guardian. But Allard had lived and breathed combat day in and day out for the past eleven years. "You are tha stongest man I know, Galland," he said between breaths with a devious grin starting to form. "You have had many victories, an I pray that ya never lose another battle. So....old friend....may this be tha last taste of defeat ya ever receive!" Allard hauled in his all his might. Slowly but steadily gaining ground as Galland's hand inched ever so closer to the table.
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Lynn finally made it through the crowd and up the stairs. She knew that the group had most the rooms booked, so she started knocking to see if Siiga may be in one of them. so far most of them held no response save for one person yelling 'piss off' when she rapped on the door. turning red and continuing on, she was about to knock on the door until she heard a commotion. Many curses were being shouted, and it most definitely sounded like Siiga. But the other voice belonged to...that boy! She could here the sounds of struggling and splashing. worried that something may be wrong she started banging on the door "Siiga! It's Lynn! Are you alright!?" She didn't get an answer, which made her more worried, were they fighting? She had to help! With that she barged through the door, using her steel staff to break through, breaking the knob on the door. "Siiga! Are you okay!" She yelled, panic evident in her voice.

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

'You're not strong enough...'

'Give into your desires...'

'You are injured, don't you want to make the PAIN go away?'

'Dremmick!'

'Why are you always fighting your birthright?'

'Dremmick, wake up!'

'Their souls we NEED their souls!'

'DREMMICK LOOK OUT!'

"Ciara!?" Dremmick's eyes shot open to the familiar voice, he wasn't sure when he blacked out, and he only had time to pull his swordbreaker from its sheath and guard as Shye's claws came in contact with it. As soon as she made contact, however, an intense fire erupted from her hand in a stream, burning away the front of Dremmick's shirt, muffler, and canvas straps to his pack. Dremmick, still a bit stunned by the surprise attack, narrowed his eyes at his assailant. "That won't work on me!" he said as he reached his right arm forward and a spike exploded out from the bandaged palm going for her neck. Shye noticed his right arm as soon as it moved and was already suspecting something, moving out of the way just in time, surprised that her fire did nothing to him physically, but she had another plan. She brought down a fist with her other hand as he moved in for his own strike, but her fist was charged with energy and ready to go, releasing as she brought it down, causing a small explosion that helped her to roll away while it blew Dremmick out of the crater, shattering his blood spike and sending him rolling as well, although, less gracefully.

Dremmick stood up, everything was spinning and there was a ringing in his ears. He looked up at his attacker, who was already rapidly closing the gap, "Who the hell are you?" he questioned though he got no answer. He was a bit more focused now. One enemy, should be easy. He formed a long blade from his hand and took hold of it like a two handed sword. This kept her at a distance until she made a mistake, she got in close, passing around the blade, but from the blade itself he sent out more streams of blood magic that skewered through her. "Checkmate," Dremmick said. His eyes turned to its soul vision form and his arm started to glow dimly with his own life force. Only odd thing was, is that there was no soul inside of this woman. "What the-"

Just then there was another explosion just behind him, blasting the back of his shirt away along with him flying a good ten yards forward until he hit the ground rolling. It was Shye's doppelganger that he took out, not Shye. "Dammit," Dremmick cursed. That was a technique mainly used by the Dolofon, which could only mean...they found him. Dremmick could feel that there wear a number of damaged organs in his body from the two explosions. He would be bleeding internally if he wasn't controlling his blood flow, but now it was so severe that if he stopped, he could surely die quickly. His hand started to glow as he dipped it into the earth, drawing life energy from the plant life around him, and he started to heal himself. This caused the curse to increase a bit further, creeping ever so slowly across his body. If it weren't for Ami's loose healing, he may have not progressed this far for another few years, but it was too late to worry about that now. Dremmick stood up, still in intense pain yet a bit refreshed compared to before. This time though he saw her soul. "You're the one who was watching us earlier," he started, "We should have killed you then." he said breathing heavily. "You won't get away this time."

Dremmick moved back in to engage her, but she proved to be even harder to make contact with than her doppelganger. She stayed to his left side to avoid his arm, and would burn away or explode any blood formations that weren't fast enough to do anything to her. It looked like they were in a stalemate.... unless. She was fast, to a point Dremmick even had trouble keeping up with her, so he had to make the area hazardous so she couldn't close in. Dremmick held out his arm and a red mist started to release from it. Much like what he did against the fire lion, he was creating a fog that he could use blood creation anywhere around himself and the immediate area. She wound't be able to burn through it all, and would effectively be surrounded if she stayed. not to mention the slow painful death he could cause from her breathing it in.

Shye was unsure with this new development. The man could control his blood inside and outside of his body, as well as score a fatal hit from his necromancy. Walking into the mist would be suicide, for certain. Shye backed off a bit. But Dremmick only seemed to try to close the gap, the mist following him. she was able to escape a few times by burning up blood mist closest to her, but it was only a matter of time, she had to find a way to disengage and fight later.

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

Allard raised his eyebrows as Nailah downed her tankard, what he didn't expect was nearly losing those eyebrows in a ball of fire shortly after, he just had time to lean back and out of the way, bursting into laughter just after. "I'm perfectly fine, But a tad surprised," he said in reply to Nailah, asking if he was okay, "I didn't take ya for a seasoned drinker." he jabbed about how easily she downed her tankard. "A contest of drinks,eh? How about it my friends," he asked the guardians as he downed his own drink. "Up ta tha task?"

For anyone that agreed, the drinking began. Allard trowing back drink after drink, easily, but it seemed Galland was keeping up with him, The two were competing, just like old times. Over the coarse of many drinks, many stories were shared, never focusing on the bad times, but trying to revive the good times in their lives. "Remember tha year we stopped participatin' in the strength festival before joinin' tha military, n'that yahoo from Onyx won it instead? We was havin' a drink ta toast off our deployment and tha man bumped inta ya on the street here in town, started callin' out all matter of curses at ya." He turned to Nailah so he could explain a bit better. "This guy thought he should take a 'victory lap' o'sorts n' was paradin' around here n' Onyx like he owned tha place. Well, Galland here decided to strap 'em to one of tha throwing boulders we use fur tha competition, and thew him an' tha boulder, beatin' the pompous little shit's winnin' throw by twenty meters!" Allard started laughing as he remembered the look an the man's face. They were all lucky he didn't land under the boulder, but it was still hilarious.



Dremmick watched as Mason went up in the air to speak with Ami. He had to admit, even though she was making herself a literal beacon, what she did for the town was great, even if they had to do a little yard work to regain control of their houses. If it continued though, there could be problems with it. He could imagine of trees started coming up, it could devastate the landscape and any buildings on it, but for now it seemed fine. He even felt better than he has in a long time. As he watched though, something caught his ear, some murmuring about a bright arm? His eyes widened as he looked down, noticing his right arm glowing white hot, nearly full of life energy. "Dammit," he cursed under his breath as he tried to quickly move through the crowd. A wave of pain hit him as the life energy topped out in his arm. An intense burning sensation swept over the entirety of his arm and any wounds he had ever accumulated since the curse took ahold of him, the old wounds glowing white as well. He could feel the burning creeping from the right side of his upper chest as the curse started to spread. He needed to get out of here, fast.

"Quickly! Out of the way!" he yelled to the people, who tried their best to clear a path for him as he started to run any direction that would take him away from Ami. The pain was unbearable, and his wounds started to bleed on their own, leaving a blood trail as he ran. He tried to disperse the energy from his arm, but it was coming in at too fast a rate for him to release it without damaging anything around him. Dremmick was fast, but he wasn't fast enough on his own or with all these people in the streets to make it out at the speed he wanted to. He didn't want a lot of people seeing he had blood magic, so he cut a corner into an alley away from most people's line of sight. Finally able to use his blood magic, he grappled back up to the roof tops. He was able to move much more freely from up there, as well as use his blood magic to help him vault between buildings. The further he got from Ami, the slower the curses progression became, until finally he made it a little ways into the woods outside of town.

He was breathing heavily, the burning sensation of newly cursed flesh making him want to just writhe in pain. From the feeling of it, it had spread from his right pectoral and right shoulder blade, to across his back, to the start of his tail, most of his upper chest to nearly covering his left pectoral and down to the top of his abs. It started to creep up the right side of his neck, though the top of his left shoulder and neck were still fine. His right side down to his hip was also turned. He fell to his hands and knees and dug his fingers into the dirt before falling over on to his back, trying to recuperate. He lifted his glowing arm to the sky and gritted his teeth as he discharged the energy, causing a bright beam of light that very momentarily rivaled the light Ami was casting off, the recoil cratering him in the ground a couple centimeters. He let his arm drop to the ground. That was close....too close. It sounded like he could hear whispers in his head, begging him to continue, with promises of power in exchange. They were louder than before, but he knew they would fade in time. What Dremmick was too caught in the moment and worn out to realize however, were a pair of yellow eyes watching his every move.

Shye was practically delivered the opportunity she needed. To go for the kill.

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

Allard was happy to see some old friends since his childhood. He slung his shirt and weapons over his shoulder, in a hurry as he walked over to greet them. He clasped arms with Galland, who had actually seemed to grow a bit taller than Allard over the years! "Well now, old friend, have ya hit a growth spurt or have ya been stuffin' ya boots just ta one up me again?" he said with a hearty laugh. It must have been an odd sight to those who didn't know Allard or the others personally, seeing such decorated and armor clad warriors saluting as equals to this man who wore simple clothes, even if he was powerful. Galland was about the same age as Allard, and both served in the military together. After laughing about some old memories, Allard accepted the invitation, asking Nailah if she didn't mind coming along and meet some of his old friends.

The arrived at the inn again, and food and drink were plentiful. Allard had placed his shirt and harness back on before they arrived. He was caught off guard when one of the knights took their helmet off. "Erica!? Well I'll be... So you have taken to the sword as well have you?" He was surprised, but not really in a good way, though he was still able to retain the happy and hearty smile on his face.



Lynn got up from where she was resting, unsure of how she got here. Last she remembered, they had found that young boy from Vrondi in the back of the wagon. He seemed ready to attack so she used her magic to defend Siiga, but then blacked out in pain. Now she was right where she was sleeping earlier with Metis at her side. She felt better than ever though, and noticed that there was now a crowd around them looking up into the sky at what seemed like a small sun floating above them. Lynn has to shield her eyes momentarily from the light, which drowned out any light from the descending sun. She looked around for any familiar faces, seeing Mason and Dremmick in the crowd among a number of people she didn't recognize. She looked over to Metis. "Where did Siiga go? Is she all right?" she worriedly asked her companion.

Shye was honestly worried that her target would get into a conflict with.... whoever this guy was. He seemed like a typical self-centered royal to her, adorning himself in an exhaustive amount of decorative jewels and gold, and ready to smite any creature he saw beneath him if they even dared to speak to him. These were the kinds of people she enjoyed to assassinate. Even if she overall hated her profession, every now and then, she got a target that she truly felt was worthy of their untimely demise. A look of concern unconsciously showed on her face. She wasn't sure how she would accomplish her assassination if this man was never alone. On target's such as this, who seemed proficient in fighting, it was best to single them out so that she could concentrate on the kill instead of worrying about others. She may have to tail them for a longer time and wait for them to camp. Maybe they will set up a watch routine and she could eliminate him then before the rest of the alliance wakes up.

It was while she was thinking this through that another young man walked up, diffusing the situation surprisingly easily. Her heart fluttered as she saw him as he looked quite handsome, but it quickly faded when she saw he was a knight. He wasn't as highly decorated as the other man, but him being a knight would most likely mean he was a noble of sorts. She wasn't sure hat that skip of a heartbeat was for, especially since she hasn't really seen the man before. She sighed inaudibly and she turned and started to make her way to leave. She needed time to think about how she was going to do this cleanly and quietly. All this fanfare didn't seem to help her one bit. She decided she might head for the edge of town where it was a bit quieter to gather her thoughts.

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Dremmick didn't care a bit for all the titles she had, what had started as him trying to get a guy to scram so she could continue her work turned into her becoming so delusional and wrapped up in herself to the point that she thought they were fighting over who had control over her and how either of them think their rank was above her. To Hell with ranks, Dremmick never once gave a thought to rank for anything he did, and he sure as hell didn't need anyone 'granting him the right' to do a damn thing. Little did either of them know that keeping an ever present aura to keep them healed would do nothing to stop him from killing this guy if he needed to. Dremmick was about to just leave them, he had other things to deal with than to try to help the helpless, but he was stopped by someone putting their hand on his shoulder.

When he turned to see who it was, he was a bit surprised. It took a second to recognize, but it was Mason, looking to be in so much better health now than how they left him that dremmick at first had to double check with his soul vision very breifly just to be sure. He attributed it to Ami, but something felt off. There was a pull of life energy still, like before. It wasn't strong enough to steal from people, but ever since he helped revive him, he'd noticed it, and it still seemed to be going. He couldn't quite place it yet, but there was something else different with how he looked, and it wasn't just the healthier form. Something was different, he just didn't know what.

It was amazing how a different tone could change the exact same thing he said but only moments ago. He appreciated someone actually agreeing with him and seeing what he was saying, but as for this Lucius character, he was sure that he wouldn't back down so easily. Dremmick could only pray that the glistening idiot would leave instead of joining them.

Dremmick remembered that he wanted to talk to the young knight about what happened to him. "He isn't worth my time to fight, or the breath to speak to. I couldn't care less at this point what those self centered 'holier than thou's do." There was a momentary pause, "how are you holding up?"

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When Urag came up to shake hands with Allard, he returned the handshake with a powerful one of his own, locking eyes with him and placing a strong hand on his shoulder. "Urag... Never doubt yur strength lad. You are powerful, but ya still have plenty of room ta grow. Continue ta strive ta be on top, and you will have tha power ta overcome any danger brought ta you or this town." As for the elder's comment, he wasn't quite sure how to respond. "She has helped stop the bleeding of wounds no healer could touch." he replied in a lower quieter to him. "I owe her a great debt."



Dremmick's looked the pompous man up and down, then looked at the group of lackeys behind him, preparing to draw their blades. "Know my place, hmm? My place would be following my duty, would it not? As I'm sure yours should be as well. Tell me....", Dremmick started, his eyes widening as they started to glow from behind the darkness of hos hood and muffler, "how many men are you willing to send to their death for your foolish 'matters of royalty'?" The bandages on his arm started to turn red as well.

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Allard noticed Nailah's little fireshow on the sidelines. It brought him a smile and feeling of warmth as he went up to make his own display of strength. Now, as the deed was done, there was a wild cheering from those around him, some still shocked at the display of raw power. Before anyone else approached him however, Nailah was already there.

"Hey! Shouldn't you have held back a little? The other guys couldn't possibly stand a chance against that!" She said, laughing. "Are you sure you're not one of those giants from children books disguising himself as an oro?" Nailah asked, teasing Allard.

Allard chuckled a bit before answering. "And provide a false hope? Would that not crush them more? For some Oro, this is the day that they gave up on the strength competition. But for that Urag fellow, this is the day that will make him strive to become stronger, I'm sure." He thought for a second, "As for being a giant, well, let it be our little secret." he said, continuing to laugh.

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Yeah, Jarred was never one to be to keen on the finer points of socializing, and the explosion didnt quite help him out in that regard. But yall have definately convinced him that being here is not really the place to be.....probably.

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Allard smile only grew as she said she would be cheering for him. "Oh, I'll be listenin' fur it, trust me." He unharnessed his weapons, and set them and their belts down next to Nailah, the ground shaking a bit even as he tried to be gentle with it. He then took off his shirt and laid it to the side, but left the arm cover on. His body was brimming in muscle with just enough fat to smooth him over and keep his body from blowing out under strain, but there was no denying the body of power that resided in him. What was probably more unsettling however, where the uncountable amount of scars on his body from years of fighting. Not just from his years in the military, no, those paled in comparison to the ones he earned in the arena. The freshest seemed to be one in the center of his chest, about the size of the smaller sword he carries now, that if you knew which one you were looking at, lined up with a scar that was also on his back. Speaking of of which, his back was still fresh with scars that dotted its entirety. An experienced warrior may recognized the type of scar from others who may have survived one or two of these, but there were well over thirty scars from arrows in his back alone. It was from his final day in the arena, when his daughter ran him through, unknowing who he was at first, and the arrows that he tried to shield her from. This show of muscle and endurance only drew more people to talk about him, though the older ones who somewhat knew what happened to Allard before he was taken had mixed emotions seeing all the wounds the man has accumulated.

Allard was glad to be welcomed into the competition, and upon Ramu's greeting, Allard laughed heartily, clasping forearms with the man in a strong handshake. "Likewise my friend, It is good ta see home once more. Let's hope I haven't gotten too rusty, eh?" He went on to take his position in line as the last one since he was the last to arrive. He started stretching as the others threw their boulder, none making it as far as the first. Urag was his name, and he had a mighty lead on the others. This should be interesting.

It was now Allard's turn. He simply walked up to the black boulder, not in a showy way, but as if he were sizing it up. He hefted it up casually in both arms and tested its weight buy tossing it up and catching it a few times, and then he even tried one arm. It was heavy, sure, probably about four times heavier than the refined heavy blade he carried day to day, but it wasn't the heaviest thing he had thrown around before either. When Allard was ready, he walked over to the line with his boulder in tow in both arms again. He set it down in front of him for a moment and took a few deep breaths. He then grabbed it again, lifting it off the ground. With a mighty yell he spun around once, stepped forward, leaning his body back, and using all the strength in his legs, body, back and arms, launched the boulder as hard as he could. It soared fairly high into the air, as if thrown by a great trebuchet. It just kept going and going. Thirty meters, sixty meters, ninety meters, and then a rumbling crash was heard as the boulder landed. An oro ran out to see the distance with a rope, steaking it to the ground at the end of the field, as it landed well passed what was marked on the field.

"One hundred and twenty-six meters! ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SIX DAMN METERS!" the man yelled out in disbelief. Allard rested his fists on his sides as he took a deep breath and released it, his muscles tensing and relaxing as he did so. It was good to be back.



It always amazed Dremmick how people never seemed to look up when looking for someone. He didn't like what this glistening fop was trying to do. Ami was sent out on a mission to help cure the land of the poisons that brought so much despair to towns like this. As Dremmick looked around and saw the town fairing much better, he had built an appreciation for her skills, albeit it made a beacon for any trouble nearby. This man was suggesting abandonment of this cause to gallivant over the countryside eloping? It was shit like this that made him despise knights and nobles alike. Dremmick jumped from the rooftop, landing perfectly in a small open space next to the two. He cut his eyes between all the ones who were closest to Ami, some taking steps back at his sudden appearance from nowhere.

"This land was healed thanks to what she has done, even if she did make herself a beacon to any remnant forces of Nuxta in the area," he said glaring at Ami momentarily before turning it back to Lucious. "Unless you plan on taking her to heal the lands yourself, your childish plans of eloping the countryside together will have to wait." Dremmick had no intention of debating this with the man. But fight, he was definitely ready to do if he wanted one.