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I hope you're all ok. It's been a rough few hours for a lot of people, I know.
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Name: Ben
Username: The one and only. Dare I say?
Age: 30
Ethnicity: Mixed
Sex: Male
Religion: Christian (Nondenominational)
Languages: English, Japanese (Semi-fluent & learning), I also know some Scots Gaelic, Quenyan (Elvish), and Miccosukee (My tribal tongue)
Relationship Status: Single (Though generally unavailable unless I find I really enjoy someone).






Current Projects/Freelance work

  • I am a voice talent and script writer for Faerun History
  • I have a much smaller personal Youtube channel that I use to make videos on various subjects. Only been making videos for 2 years, but it's growing!
  • I'm the host of a Science Fiction & Fantasy Podcast where I interview authors of the genre.




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  • Writing/Reading (Love writing and I own too many books)
  • Video Games (Been a gamer for close to 23 years now)
  • Working Out/Martial Arts (Wing Chun/Oyama Karate mostly. Some historical swordplay as well.)
  • History (Military History is my specialty)
  • Zoology
  • Art (Mostly Illustrations. Used to be good. Am picking it back up)
  • Voice Acting/Singing
  • Tabletop Gaming (Started late in the game. Been at it for 3 years. I was the kid who bought the monster manuals and D&D books just for the lore for the longest time. I've played 3.5e, 5e, Star Wars D20, Edge of the Empire, PF, and PF2.)
  • Weaponry of all kinds
  • Anime (mostly action/shonen. DBZ & YYH being my favorites)
  • Movies (Action/War/Drama films being my go-to)
  • Music (Rock of all kinds, as well as historical folk songs, sea shanties, pub songs, a bit of classical music, etc)
  • Guitar (am learning to play, but being left handed makes it challenging)
  • There's more but if you care enough you can PM me :P




Roleplay F.A.Q.

  • Fantasy, Sci Fi, and Historical are my genres. Fantasy being my favorite and Sci Fi/Historical being close seconds.
  • Advanced / Nation / 1x1 / Casual (only in certain circumstances)
  • I generally write at the 'Advanced Level' meaning 4+ Paragraphs with good grammar.
  • I am usually busy with many projects and RPs, but if you wish to do a 1x1 with me, you'll need to present your case. Those I already do it with have my trust as a Roleplayer.
  • I love many, many fictional universes so me trying to list them all is an effort in futility!






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Neil opened up the Galaxy map on the display monitor, moving without thinking. The past few days he had barely left the cockpit, living, eat, and breathing keeping the Highlander steady through the R.I.P., even with the automated navigational systems fully functional. That, and the fact that the R.I.P. was usually what pulled you along in the intended direction, not the other way around. He simply had done his best to keep them from being ripped apart or devoured by void beasts.

When the Galaxy map appeared, they looked to be in the outer ring of the Galaxy, in what was often called the 'eastern' section. "Hahn." Neil told the Captain, drawing up the world on the display monitor. "It's called Hahn, and from the looks of it, it's a breeding ground for mercenaries, thieves, and people wanting to get lost. Sounds too good to be true." He said, and there was little indication in his voice on whether or not he was being sarcastic.

"The planet has a desert biome," Lonney said, fully unaware of how redundant the statement was. "32.7% water, high in mineral deposits. Population is two million and eight hundred thousand, with 68% being human or near human. Very little else in known about the planet itself, other than it is often on Terra's 'to conquer' list." Neil snickered. That must mean it had many problematic people but little resources for the Imperium to bother going there.

"Well at least I can get a tan." Neil said, revving the sublight engines forward. "Taking her down Captain..."

The indicator showed the closest port was a settlement at the foot of the vast desert, west of it being a small ocean and east of it a vast mountain range that bladed into the sky. It almost looked like the aftermath of a massive shockwave. Neil suddenly had it in his head to say something to Junebug, opening his mouth...and then closing it. He'd talk to her after they landed. Taya stepped into the cockpit now, wiggling in excitement.

"Gods, I can't wait to set foot on a planet that isn't exploding." She exclaimed.

"You know you'd think that'd be a low bar, but with our luck..."
@Penny
Markus reached down and placed his fingers in the flowing blood, rubbing it along his thumb to test the texture. He thought he could tell what it would have belong to. He had performed plenty of tracking and scouting on the continent, and you tend to pick up a few things. But the water had diluted it a bit too much. He supposed there was only one way to find out what was wounded, or worse yet, what brought a kill into the keep.

He looked up at the entryway, satisfied they would not be attacked from behind or the sides. Even undead like skeletons and zombies leave a putrid stink, so none were down here lying in wait. "Keep in mind that whatever is in the keep isn't necessarily what drove men out. There could be many things in there." He said. Grimney watched him as he drew his sword, amazed at how calm and professional he seemed.

Sron unsheathed his massive two-hander, the blade notched but still feral-y sharp. The Captain signaled for his crew to get in formation. He up front, then Sron, then Calliope, followed by Grimney. The Gnome followed the orders quickly, and Calliope and Sron went into position without much delay. At that, Markus made his way into the two great oak doors of the keep, pushing one open slowly. It creaked far too loudly for his liking, echoing off the walls.

He stepped in through the filtered light, sword in front at a low guard to keep his blade between he and whatever lurked within. The swordmage was suddenly overwhelmed with an overwhelming stench. He felt as if he had stumbled drunk into a pig pen again like he had back in Port Marrowmere. As Sron entered behind him, Markus saw just what had caused the stink. Inside, the foyer was larger than most well to do living rooms. There were three short stairways leading to the main level, and a small area of lower ground in the 'first foyer' where they stood. The central stairway, only six steps, was the largest that led to two other large doors that no doubt guarded the main hall.

Atop the central stairway was the body of a decapitated horse, its legs shattered and broken in various different ways.

Markus shook his head. A fine steed deserved better than this. He had images of his old Destrier in his head, and it soured his current mood even more. "What could have done that?" Markus mouthed, confused. It would have taken a monster of immense strength to break something as large as a horse and drag it in here. He would have contemplated further, if not for the sudden rush of wind and his survival instincts kicking in.

Markus ducked and dived to the left, Sron already moving as well due to his darkvision. The great doors leading outside slammed shut as a stone slab the size of a man hit it, leaving Calliope and Grimney out in the courtyard suddenly, viciously separated from them for the moment. "Troll beast!" Sron roared, and Markus moved his hair out of his eyes to see he was right. In the dark corridor, a massive beast stepped into the faint light of the room.

A troll. Fully nine feet in height and seven feet across, with simian and muscled arms that could spread wide like a bird's wingspan. It's skin was grey and rocklike, and its maw was filled with gap-toothed fangs it showcased as it roared, spittle flying onto the once immaculate carpet. "Where's Calliope?" Markus asked aloud. Sron spoke up. "Outside, with the appetizer."

"The what!?"

The troll didn't stop to take in the humorous moment, gathering another chunk of masonry to throw from its higher position.
@Penny
Neil reached for his gun right after Junebug shot York with his pistol, only realizing after the fact that she had his fucking gun. Well, it couldn't be helped. The pilot might not be nearly as well trained in hand to hand as Junebug or Woods, but he had basic training down and was scrappy, and while York was close to superhuman levels of physical capabilities, he had just been shot with a large caliber bullet. Neil spun acrobatically and launched out with both of his feet in a drop kick, hitting York in the chest to add insult to literal injury. The sophisticated man cried out in pain and clutched his chest from the blow that had been struck into the bullet wound.

Neil caught himself with his hands, landing apeishly into a crouch. He just barely dived into the shield in time before the lasbeams and bullets began to ricochet off the void fields. Neil hit the ground in another roll, only to slam into the trunk-like limbs of Saxon, who looked down at him as if he was a particularly large shit he had just stepped in. "Your doing, I imagine." he rumbled, and to Neil it truly did look like he was contemplating on stepping on the lithe pilot. Neil shook his head emphatically.

"Not this time." He assured him with a grin. "Other times, yes. But this time, I didn't shoot first."

The growling continued for a few moments before it fadded off, and then a very human-like sigh escaped his mandibles. The Hexanagallion then began to access the small console within his armor at the wrist, and a small compartment raised up from above his massive hand. Neil heard air being sucked into the strange compartment before it launched its payload; a wrist mounted rocket. It sailed out of the void shield and detonated at the feet of the marine's, killing four and wounding several others.

"Don't stick around too long big guy, we're needing to get the fuck out of here." Neil said, scrambling to his feet and sprinting into the open cargo bay door. Saxon didn't respond, but he retreated nonetheless as he launched a volley of fletchlette rounds into the marines, who were leaping into cover and still firing just in case a few rounds pierced the shield, however unlikely that was. Neil passed Sven, who was simply doing his best to fix the parts of the Highlander that needed patching up.

"I'm glad I don't have to do two things at once like usual." Neil said to himself as he vaulted over a workshop table and slid into the cockpit access corridor. He hit the pilot seat hard and began to set the systems to go, calculating and working furiously. Thank Gideon, Sven had fixed the ship at least well enough to where it wouldn't detonate on impact, but Neil needed to still get things just right because going into the R.I.P. while already into the R.I.P. was probably the most risky thing one wanted to do in a ship.

When he saw that all were aboard, Neil revved the engine up and set the coordinates. The screen of the hanger bay appeared, and he saw Woods checking York on the ground, helping him up. Neil took a moment to watch her, before he pushed the image away and groaned. "Another one bites the dust." he said, and he hit the launch sequence. Within moments, the ship would tear a hole through the fabric of reality at the far end of the hanger and disappear into the void.

Neil felt as if his soul and nervous system were being tugged in two opposite directions, and he screamed as the ship tore through anotherarea of the R.I.P. He didn't even have air to warn the others to strap in. They simply were gone, and flew into the unknown.
@Penny
"If we're not back in two days, the ship is yours." Markus said to Sketti, placing a hand on the Dwarf's broad shoulder. He did it respectfully, though he spoke to him in a whisper so as not to worry the crew. The Dwarf chuckled and pushed the younger man, grinning. "If yer not back dawn of the third day, we're goin' in after ye. Now get ye gone, Captain. 'Afore the storm keeps ye on the ship. Savvy?"

Markus gave a fierce smile and spun, headed to the longboat. As he stepped in, he grabbed the sides to get his bearings and called for the ship to be lowered. Sron held a paddle in his clawed hands. He might be bestial, but Gnolls still had opposable thumbs. Markus grabbed the other one, and as soon as they touched the water, the longboat bucked and swayed in the waves. "You have any magic that can get us to the keep without sinking?" he asked Calliope. But she was already chanting, her voice an echoed whisper in the wind.

A current began to form in the water, the choppy waves calming slightly as the longboat was slowly pushed outward. Calliope continued her incantation, and Markus wasn't about to ask her to stop so he began to paddle. Sron followed suit, and though the wind sliced through them above the water, causing Grimney to cling to Markus' leg with her little arms, the water remained relatively calm enough to maneuver.

The spell even led the water sink slightly so as to allow them through the small gap in the rocks, though inside it was pitch black. "Incindranor" Markus exclaimed, running his hand over the blade of his backsword. Where his hand moved, flames erupted and created a torch for them. He quickly handed it to Grimney, who held it with her little hands and did her best to keep it steady as Markus went back to paddling.

Inside, the walls of the cavern looked fairly smooth, no doubt the waves and currents having carved it themselves through the centuries. "What if this leads nowhere?" Sron grumbled, not liking the idea of drowning inside of a waterlogged tunnel. Grimney waved the flaming sword around threateningly. "I know where it leads! Only a few dozen paces now and we'll get to a small landing. You'll see!" she declared.

Markus kept quiet, and gazed into the black water as he rowed, hoping beyond hopes that no beasts lurked within this cavern as a lair. He had the feeling of being led into an ambush, though that was impossible. Old mercenary instincts kicking in. They had saved his life in the past, but many times he found he confused them with paranoia. When they turned the bend, they did find a small area to dock in a far wider chamber. There was a stone landing, and a rope ladder hanging limply, leading upwards into what looked to be a trap door.

"I was right..." Grimney said in disbelief, and Markus shot her a look that was both incredulous and appalled. She saw it, and tried to rephrase before he could snap at her. "I-I mean of course I was right!" she cried, holding the sword up triumphantly. Markus wrenched it from her, and he realized Calliope's chanting had faded, the sorceress standing next to him and peering around the room, her eyes faintly glowing as she examined their surroundings with her magesight.

Markus grabbed a mooring hanger and pulled the longboat to the stone dock, trying them up. The crew hopped out and onto the stone. Behind them in the dark, they could barely see where they had come in. Markus knelt down to fish into his pack, drawing a torch and placing his blade upon the oiled cloth, igniting it and handing it to Calliope. The flame on his blade vanished as if doused. "I'll go up first." he said softly, not wanting the echoes to drift upwards. Grimney huffing, clearly wanting to be the first to go. "I'll call you up when its clear." he said with a grin.

He gave Calliope a wink, and then grabbed the rope ladder, hauling himself up with an impressive speed. He'd climbed more than his fair share of masts the past few years. The rope ladder was very straight forward compared to the web-like rope lines he'd had to traverse before. He placed a small bit of weight on the door, and to his relief it wasn't locked or blocked. He opened it slowly, poking his head in.

Inside was a dungeon, filled with cages. Skeletons lounged, hands and feet bound in chains. There was a dimlight from a small hole in the wall, filtering in the breeze and light from outside. These men must have starved to death even as they tasted the air of freedom just above them.

Swiftly, he pushed the door open and pulled himself up quickly, rolling into a standing position and drawing his sword. He was alone, thankfully. The Captain poked his head into the trap door below. "Get up here."
@Penny
The ship shook as if it was trying to phase through a barrier that wasn't there. The very atmosphere of Savren now contorting and shuddering. It was all Neil could do to keep the ship steady as he punched all of the auxiliary power through the sublight thrusters. If they were lucky, they would have just enough power to make it to the November sky, and maybe a R.I.P. jump just in case. But other than that, the power modules had been damaged too much for Neil to be comfortable with the Highlander.

Beneath them, the God Machine rose up, and for a moment it was still, as if it was a monument to a bygone era. It had the likeness of a vaguely human shape, with a crest rising above its head, and it was noticeably without a nose of any kind. The helpless survivors of the bombarment upon the planet's equator could only watch in horror as the monstrosity, hundreds of kilometer's away, opened its mouth and let out a pierce bellow, much like a alarm horn of warning.

Suddenly, dark monoliths, unlike the ones they had found inside the facility, began to form along its chest and all to the ground, somehow landing at their base and forming by some otherwordly metric no one could begin to fathom. It raised its hands and began to decimate the Chalcedon's fleet with ion blasts that blinded all within two hundred kilometers of the beam's lights. Even now, the planet began to crack open like a great maw of magma, as if it were an even harsher beast of the void.

Neil could focus on little of that, trying to keep the Highlander from being ripped apart or caught in the ever volatile orbit. Woods and her crew were in the cargo bay, as was Saxon and Sven. Taya, York, and Junebug sat in the cockpit with Neil, the transhuman clutching his jacket where the disk was located. He seemed far from his usually amused self, now fully intent on getting the forbidden knowledge of the cosmos to the November Sky.

"So, once we reach the November Sky, we're to have our freedom and reward?" Junebug asked.

York raised an eyebrow and looked at her. "Of course. Though first we'll need to extract the data of the Ancient Ones from this file." he said, patting his breast. "T'will change the course of history forever. All will fall before the Imperium, and you will be free from all charges."

Neil banked left, curving an asteroid cluster and spinning the Highlander back into place as he approached the open hanger bay. Despite their previous journey, it really did not sit right with him that the Terrans would gain such a massive increase to their technological power after they had proven time and again to be ill fitted for rule.

Behind them, Savren exploded.

Neil couldn't see it on the back display, as it was brighter than a thousand suns. But he read the energy readings on the output of the explosion, and he knew that unless the November sky had a crack pilot, they wouldn't be able to land on it and have it enter the R.I.P. before they were consumed. The blast radius really was the entire system!

"Orders Captain?" Neil asked.

"We go to the November Sky!" York ordered out of turn.
@Penny
"There are many forces in the Southlands that are of dark origin." Calanon said, looking very much the weathered veteran of many battles, despite his apparent youth. Elves were often like that, of course. He tested the strength of his bow string by running his finger over the material as he spoke, his keen eyes falling back to the party. "The Mantiraus is not unknown to these lands, though I am not familiar with this region. I don't believe the Dorcha would have had anything to do with it, even if it is a powerful beast of magical creation."

Argon looked at the monster's corpse, blinking. "I shall ssssee if it hassss the taint." he whispered, and began to devour a part of the dead monster's flesh with his razor sharp teeth. The group would see the body moving faintly before Argon raised his head via his lengthened neck and had some of its flesh in his mouth, which he promptly slide down his gullet like a monitor lizard. The bulge of the flesh going down his throat was like a rolling wave.

"I taste not the taint of Dark Elvesssss." He said. Though whether Argon had any real expertise on the matter was up to investigation. Calanon hopped back atop Brogach, rearing the Elk into a tight turn as he found his heading to leave the clearing. "Let us continue our patrol, and I shall follow your lead and scout. But I am afraid we would do little more than knock upon the door of sleeping things that are better off being undisturbed."


Beren stepped outside into the sun, warming himself on the front porch of the tavern with the Southern heat permeating off both the sky and the earth beneath his feet. He sat down on the creaking wood, resting his feet on the steps as he lounged, much like a hound dog that had appointed itself on watch duty without having asked anyone.

Aeryn stepped outside as well. Somehow, she was agile enough not to stumble while still giving off the vibe that she had, in fact, stumbled. And she asked Beren on what she liked to do, echoing Settione's question. For the Priest's part, he had stepped outside as well, their drinks having been consumed. It seemed as though Aeryn had either gulped hers down too quickly, or she was simply not used to surface brew. She looked to be thinking about something deeply, trying to remember things she had locked away long ago.

"I'm not sure," Beren said lightly, with a smile. The muscled Monk gave Settione a wink as he spoke to Aeryn, and then continued. "I can show you a few things I like to do. Here, have a seat." He bade Aeryn, patting the wood beside him and hopping up. He stepped forward and rolled his left arm to stretch it. He unstrapped his bo staff and planted it on the ground firmly, closing his eyes and controlling his breathing.

Slowly, he spaced both of his hands shoulder width apart as they held the pole, and then suddenly he reached up with his bottom hand to place it near the top. His feet were also no longer planted on the ground. After a moment, his other hand placed its palm atop the pole, and he lifted his entire body atop the pole to balance (only lightly wobbling) atop the pole, upside down above the ground. He breathed again, and slowly moved his left hand outward, only using his right hand to keep himself up.

He was doing it to just entertain Aeryn, though it was good exercise and practice as well. Meanwhile, Settione would feel a slight pulsating from his Fineki pendant, giving off an otherworldy feeling of faint anxiety from it.


Inside the barracks, now a makeshift healer's tent, Ursaren would quickly see that the greatest adversary the seven men and three woman had was disease. There were only two people wounded in the flesh, and it was a man and a lad and both were from accidents with the new iron tools that had been forged to better help them make the palisade walls. The diseases were rudimentary, though definitely dangerous if left unchecked. The female nurse, a plump woman in gown wearing the sign of the Goddess Galena, shimmied around and told him that any herbs he might need were in the third shelf above the counter where the grool would be.
@Mortarion@Gardevoiran@BCTheEntity@Fetzen@Stormflyx@The Fated Fallen
Chapter 2: The Abandoned Citadel




3 days later...

Black clouds roiled in the distance, the occasional roar of thunder accompanying its approach southwards. Markus was not sure if it was good luck or bad luck that the storm had not saw fit to bother them until they reached their destination, for though they had sailed northwest smoothly, there was little room for them to tie the ship, nor were there docks. The ghostly keep of WyvernWatch was located upon a rocky outcropping of land; a veritable cliff nearly two hundred paces above the crashing waves, and that was merely at ground level. The keep itself towered over that by at least another fifty paces.

The seawind seemed to be getting sucked northward toward the oncoming maelstrom of weather, causing Markus' hair to whip harshly through the wind. The wheel was growing increasingly hard to steer, though he held to it with a fierce resolve. A kilometer from the cliff, he knew they needed to slow down and soon. "Pull up the aft and mainsail!" he called through the next wave that struck the ship, causing it to shudder in an almost ghastly groan.

Below, Halvar and Corsica moved and heaved, as did Reginald, who was finally able to pull his weight now that he'd had three square meals the previous day. "Put yer backs into it!" Sketti roared, holding the foresail with his one, meaty fist. Dwarves might be short but they were heavy, most of the weight being sheer muscle. He gritted his teeth as the ship groaned yet again. Jim did his best to aid the Quartermaster, using his youthful strength and limbs to add some weight to the Dwarf's grip.

The other new recruit, John, came onboard and began to aid his old comrade Reginald. While the latter man looked a bit fuller and healthier, John looked as if he had not slept since he had entered Calliope's room. The bags under his eyes looked almost bruised. Markus had neglected to talk to the sorceress about what had occurred, and he would continue to refrain as long as John pulled his weight. The other members of the crew whispered of what she had done, but after Markus making an example of Bill, they would not think twice of challenging her again.

As they sailed closer, cresting and falling through the waves, Markus' keen eyes could barely make out the entrance that Grimey had mentioned. Through the wind and waves, he could see a small cavern beneath the keep, the entrance almost swallowed up by the crashing ocean. "Weigh anchor!"

"Weeeiiigh Anchor!" Sketti repeated, and Sron went to work, grabbing the solid, shaped iron anchor and dropping it into the sea. The ship suddenly careened starboard, the anchor making hard to port. With luck, the cliff would keep the Weather Witch free of the worst of the winds, but it would still be hard to keep the boat steady through the incoming storm.

"Sron!" Markus called, stepping off the aft castle and making his way onto the deck. "Grimey! Make your way to the longboat. Jim, go and fetch Calliope. Don't get any ideas by the way, you're staying on the ship. And get the tripplettes, they're now on duty says I! And grab the Elf, we'll need him in the Keep!"

"Aye Captain!" Jim said, leaving Sketti to his own devices and making his way down into the lower decks. Markus went into his quarters and retrieved his weapons and equipment. There looked to be no patrols, and by the grace of the Gods none would come through the storm. But still, he felt uneasy.
@Penny
Neil typed furiously, the lights on the console splayed across his visage, as well as York's and Sven's. The cyborg looked between Neil and the console, confused at how Neil was moving so fast that even a being as efficient as he was having a tough time keeping up. Honestly, even Neil didn't know how he knew the alien symbology or even where to begin with extracting various data files of information.

"How am I doing this?" he asked aloud, his fingers moving in a blur. The clacking of the keyboard audible, despite the fact it appeared to be a touchpad. He grinned for a moment and then looked away from the console, even taking one hand off of it as he gazed smugly over at Junebug and Taya. His left hand continued to operate the advanced machine with a million Yottabyte's of processing power. "Impressive, eh?" he asked them. When Woods glanced over, he flexed with his free arm. She shook her head but smiled nonetheless.

The fact that Sayeeda and Taya merely looked at him made him realize he should probably not push his luck, and when he went back to give the console his full attention, he confirmed his suspicions that he was still on track with extracting the information from the machine. Beside him, the AI appeared once more. "The information located in is to be transferred to the Terimas System and retransferred into the Helyaspontine Metric."

York raised an eyebrow, looking at Neil. The Pilot explained. "In the event of a cataclysm, the Ancient Ones wanted the information here to be moved to a more secure location where it could be put to better use. Likely another facility."

"Ah," York said, and spoke no more of it. Of course the transhuman was simply wishing to take the ancient knowledge of a highly advanced civilization for Terran use and damned to its original purpose. Neil simply wanted to extract it so they could get out of here.

"Got it!" Neil said. A small, delicate looking disk slipping out of the console. It was made of the same material as the monoliths in the previous room, which buggered the mind of exactly what the material was. Neil figured he could learn if he lived through this, and he handed the disk to York, who promptly placed it in his jacket pocket. The blast doors forward slid open, and Saxon, who was gazing at his predecessor in the stasis chamber, was the closest. Though it took him a moment to notice the doors had slid open. He was tall enough to glance through and see the walkway led into the forest.

Cold air rushed into the room to greet them, as well as even more tremors in the earth.

"Let's get the hell out of here." Neil said.
@Penny
Caber recoiled in shock and rage, the witch-fire causing his hair to stand on end. His honey sweet voice turned into the rolling cry of a goat for a fraction of a moment, though he willed himself not to flee or attack. Millennia of being among (and attuned) to the mythical told him this was no major threat to himself. But the poor girl began to claw her eyes out, finger nails digging into skin and retina as she screeched.

It was a travesty. Such a beauty wasted! Oh, she was not the loveliest woman he had seen, but every beautiful woman was to be cherished, for they were a ripe crop from a farm of weeds. She a fine singer to boot. But alas, all he could do was watch as her body was ripped asunder, and the ogham script was cut into being. It was just as well, as most of the other bar patrons had fled into the night, and those that hadn't were finding an exit through the back.

As the woman's body slumped, the life having been torn out of her, Caber hopped up on the bar stood in a crouch and leaned down to view the script. He breathed the ancient language as he read it aloud. "dair eadhadh beith tinne" he said, and he felt a fittingly cold chill down his spine. "Debt" was the translation, and he had a distinct feeling on why and from whom. The overall slant and depth of the cuts indicated it was from fae magic of the Winter Court. An ill omen, if ever there was one. Even early humans knew to tread lightly around them, for they regarded all mortals with disdain; as playthings to be used and discards, just as this beauty here.

He knew his brethren overseas would hold grudges, but it had been three centuries since he had made off with the hidden jewels of the northern Sidhe. Did they expect him to pay off the debt? Did they wish for him to be bound by word or blood? A sudden realization hit him like an iron pole. What if the Asgardians had contacted the Winter Court!? He fell back dramatically. "No, no, NO,
NO!"


Caber stumbled back into the wall as if struck, clawing at his own face in abject annoyance, and a ferocious fear only a cornered and rabid animal could exert. A serving wench that had hid behind the bar counter poked her head out slowly, and she bore witness to the once handsome figure shimmering into a satyr-like being and letting out a scream of the old world, before his very corporeal form became immaterial and flew out of the open window like a popped balloon.

Caber needed to meet with another wizard or fae contact. If the Winter Court was looking for him, they would bind him to their will for as long as they saw fit he owed them, or would force him to marry that swine of a fae Siabha!

The planet shuddered beneath them. Even so far underground, the tremors were undeniable, meaning it couldn't be local shockwaves in the surrounding area. "Wait, wait!" Neil said, holding his hands up to calm the situation down. He placed a hand on Junebug's rifle, looking her in the eye. Her gaze met his, and it took her many moments before she lowered her gun.

"We can do both." Neil said, snapping his gaze at York to make sure he would hold himself from drawing any weapon. Luckily, he seemed to not be making any sudden movements. Instead he motioned for Neil to continue impatiently. The pilot guessed he wanted as little bloodshed or chaos as possible at the moment.

"We need to leave. But you can grab whatever technology you wish on the way out. You have more to see." He explained. "But we need to hurry, so if we're done threatening each other, I can lead us the fuck out. Is that good for you guys?" He sounded as if he was talking to children or particularly slow learners. He realized that probably wasn't the smartest tone but he had just had his entire internal being violated by an alien presence.

Once they were underway, there was a palpable tension that could likely by cut by a blunt knife, but they still moved and stayed alert. Sven watched the walls of the corridor, analyzing the dimensions and finding an odd calculation. The dimensions were akin to the Pi equation, unending in figures. At least as far as Sven's processing power could tell, the figures have not ended yet.

The end of the corridor led into a chamber made of what seemed to be glassteel, with a large console on the left and blast doors to the left and forward. To the right was an exhibit, with what seemed to be stasis fields holding various certain beings in a floating suspension. It was an odd thing to see, for in the stasis chambers, there was what looked to be one of the Xenos that was in the monoliths earlier, along with a cro magnon man, three unknown Xenos of probable ancient origins, and a very slender version of an archaic Hexanagallion.

Saxon's visage was hard to determine, but he seemed both conflicted and in awe at viewing what was likely an ancient ancestor of his race, and what this meant. Woods and the other marines had a similar view on the situation. York and Sven on the other hand were interested in the console. "Neil, can you activate it?" York asked. "What does it contain?"

"Information," Neil said, stepping forward and moving on instinct and operating the console. "I can extract it for you so you can shut the hell up about it. But we need to open the forward door as well. I just need a minute of time and we can get out of here."
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