[RP Thread] Grey Dawn

[Wolfe]

Boom.

An explosion rocked the City of Splendour. An orchestra of chatter became a ballad of screams. Children wailed, merchants abandoned their precious wares and fled in unknowing terror and the magewatchers were already on the move. Hundreds flocked from the Bank of Kaydeir where flames danced to an unheard tune and smoke licked the clouds in plumes of dust and ash. You find yourselves wondering where the explosion came from and why? You are observers, waiting for the right time to act.

From the wreckage of the bank emerges a man clad in black robes. His hair is as black as night with red scars in place of eyes. His lips are the colour of charcoal and in his hand is the head of an ithuri, bloodied and lifeless. The murderer throws his victim to the ground and it rolls onto the street below. He descends the flight just as two men arrive, both human. One adorn in black and grey robes with glistening green eyes and white hair. The other is a Tahijan, his hair tied into a wicked tail with a robe of varying blues, yellows and reds.

"Marok, you fool! You destroyed the Bank!" shouted the Tahijan.
"They'll just have to rebuild it."
"In the middle of the Exchange! I don't think you quite grasp what you've done," the green-eyed warlock retorted.
"No, Talic. Please, elaborate." Marok replied, his expression careless.
"You insignificant whelp, you killed the Archmage in the light of day!" Talic shouted, almost pleading for Marok to understand. “Everyone will know now!”

Suddenly, the air tears open in a gentle surge of blue energy and from it comes four white-robed humans. Within seconds of spotting their targets, a flurry of blue projectiles cuts through the air towards the warlocks.

This is where your story begins.

 

[Dragonson]

Cepharys walked out into the midst of the chaos from one of the Exchange's many sidestreets.
He turned his gaze to the three men standing by the bank.
An eyebrow was raised, and a neck was scratched.
Then he turned away, and started walking into the chaotic mass of scared people.
"This does not concern me."

 

[Arcisal]

A mad rush of people rushed past Ernis. He clung onto the various glass vials that clung onto his rucksack, some empty and some holding contents he preferred not to spill. He was not tall, even for a human which made him a dwarf among Ithuri. As men, child and women alike bustled past him away from an unknown danger, Ernis headed towards it, curious to see.

He was a few blocks down from the sound. Smoke arose from the air. A catastrophe? Perhaps. But he simply fought against the wave of citizens and trudged onwards.

 

[Phoonix]

Dara was in the exchange looking for dealers of real estate in order to expand his business when the chaos broke out. He stepped outside of the shop and looked around, seeing smoke coming from the direction of the bank.

"what in the world is happening?" he said, and started moving into the direction of the commotion in order to investigate.

 

[Wolfe]

Brave observers began to hurry off, many caught in the crossfire. The energy pierced through these stragglers like a hot knife to butter, leaving large holes in their bodies. A bolt of azure energy collided with the building closest to Cepharys.

The warlocks retorted, moving swiftly out of the way as these projectiles came to impact buildings on the other side of the street. Marok's arms reached out, revealing two crimson eyes on his palms. One of the wizards stopped and dropped to his knees. His eyes began to steam and melt as he screamed in agony. Marok grinned, relishing the pain.

Talic withdrew a barbed dagger from within his robes. He injected the blade into one of the dead victims, muttering something under his breath. He winced in pain as the dead became undead, ejecting his blade when the man rose to his feet with pure red eyes. Talic's blade moved the blade through the air, as if directing his minion with it. In a gruesome exhibition of the power of necromancy, the undead ambushed one of the unsuspecting wizards and began to gnaw. It was soon obliterated by a beam of white light, but a moment too soon for the wizard's jugular had been severed.

 

[Dragonson]

Cepharys shot a glance at the nearby building, his back still turned to the fight.
Out of precaution he changed his course so that, in case it collapsed, he would be way out of the blast radius.

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: Terribly sorry for this unauthorized post, but I don't want to fall behind. :|


Death, death, he had only seen fire and blood as he had made his way through the massive stampede of people. More often than not, he had storm his way through, by pushing people aside or sometimes.. well, it was not quite throwing them away, but it came close. Women, men, children, all eventually made way, even in their dread. Their eyes were full of terror and this was manifested in their screams and cries, which echoed throughout the air. And in their terror, they lost any caution, trampling children, women and men without any qualms to get away. He walked on and almost tripped over a dead body, similiar in shape as a pancake, unrecognizable. He shuddered and quickly moved on.

Run, you brash fool, run, he almost heard his father say. Well, the older version of his father. Perhaps he should run.. let himself get swept away by the crowd and return from where he came. Was this even his business? When this thought of doubt appeared in his mind, he steeled himself, and moved on, making way more easy as the crowd became less and less, and most people were already behind him. Finally, he could now actually run instead of walk and his pace quickened immediatly when it could. And as he had moved on, a child was about to run past him but was hit by a blue projectile that severed his upper body from his lower body. He saw the child make an effort to scream in terror, but it could not grasp any breath and stared at him, pleading, afraid, angry, in pain for three seconds before the head stopped moving and the eyes were forever locked in terror, forever.

He froze and felt his legs become limb and an immense urge to puke. No, he had to move on, he had to! He averted his gaze and walked on, leaning against the walls as he moved on, feeling nauseous. The world seemed to turn and he felt terrible. His body screamed at him to stop, but still he moved on, he had to. What? He didn't have to. He didn't. Why did he go on, then? Why? Why do you always have to stick your nose into someone else's business?!

He didn't answer his own question but just kept moving through the orgy of bloodshed and fire. He could smell the smoke and it only added to his nausea, but nonetheless he kept moving. The dead child was printed in his mind, a constant drive for him to move onwards. He would try to do it justice, he thought to himself. Hah, doing a nameless child justice. What a dumb thought. Yet it was the thought he adhered to, the thought he used to drive him forwards. He could never make up his mind, could he? A hoarse laugh erupted from his throat as he kept dragging himself further, stumbling forward. And finally, the wall he had used for support went no further and he fell forward, only barely landing on his hands.

He stood up, carefully trying to stay up as he felt terrible and gazed at what before him. Two men, in black and grey, the other in the colors of the rainbow. Opposing them were four white-robed men, shooting blue projectiles.. he felt rage build up inside of him, but for now he could barely stand up.

 

[Wolfe]

The battle continued. The wizards were becoming increasingly aggressive, pushing the three warlocks back into what appeared to be an alley. These white-robed fighters were incredibly angry, evident by the ferocity of their magic and the expressions on their faces. All around them was rubble, blood and the corpses of defenceless non-magi. The two wizards remaining were holding their ground well - one weaving a prismatic shield of light while the other blasted the warlocks with beams of white. The area was heavily drenched in excess arcane energy.

A man in elegant silver armour stumbled upon the head of the fallen Archmage, one of the cities ruling wizards and a member of the Kaydeiran Ministry. His eyes were grey and dark, with brown hair and an expression of unflinching steel. He leaned on a well-crafted spear and looked on at the bloodshed. He waved his hand, a signal of some sort. Another man in silver with a violet cape emerged. He was taller than the first with pointed ears and markings all over his face - ithuri.

"Kaeldrys, you'll need to make the first move. Keep both distracted while we apprehend the warlocks."
"Mhm," the ithuri agreed. Suddenly, he was gone.

The Tahijan, who's name was Quan, was about to strike just as Kaeldrys swept upon them. The wizards were surprised, with hints of fear in their eyes. The warlocks fixed their eyes on a new target. Kaeldrys produced two short swords of ithuri origin which shined despite the thick smoke. His hands revealed two other vitali symbols which began to glow heavily. Another minion of Talic's charged at the new arrival before getting cut down in a series of graceful strikes. Then, Kaeldrys charged at Marok.

"Magewatchers!" Quan screamed as suddenly Kaeldrys wasn't the only silver-armoured warrior in the street now.

 

[sanofa]

Zenon lay down on one of the rooftops, looking at the blue sky. Now if I can just find some job to support... as he thought, smokes came into his sight, and then huge explosions, followed by streams of blue projectiles. He stood up, and the building was on fire, and still the projectiles was fired. He wore his metallic silver armor, which was matched with the cape he wore, in order to hide his armor. Clink Clank The sounds his armor made, and he walked to the edge of the building. Mages was firing at the position of the smoke source, and then a silver armored mage came into scene. "What a ruckus, guess I'll go and find out." Zenon mumbled, as he jumped off the building, and made a heavy landing which was helped along with his lightning magic.

Just as a blue projectile was fired, and a innocent was about to caught in it, Zenon quickly reacted, and used his magic to speed up his actions. He managed to reflect it with his blade, right in front of the young child whose fear overcame him. He got up and ran as fast as he could, and soon the sight of the survivor disappeared. Zenon was behind the mage clad in silver armor, and he withdrew his blades, which seemed awfully similar, and slowly walked towards him.

 

[Arcisal]

As Ernis continued on, the crowd slowly thinned down to a mere trickle of fleeting citizens and eventually Ernis was alone with the rubble and fog. The thick smog impaired his vision, allowing him to only see several feet ahead. He stumbled about, following the familiar sound of magic that managed to pierce the thick smoke around him.

Ernis tried to continue to follow the sounds. Men shouting, hisses through the air and occasionally a scream or two. Stupid. He shouldn't even be here. The ithuri dismissed the thought and followed his curiosity midst the thick smog.

Eventually he found his way out of the smoke. A stumbled out, relieved to breathe relatively clean fresh air. He paused for a moment, glad to be out of the blackened air. He realized the sounds were closer than he had imagined. For the first time, Ernis had a clear look of what was around him.

He stood in an alleyway, which he presumed would've been darker than it were had it not been for the massive hole that bore in the side of a building. The sunlight entered the alleyway through a giant gash as if a giant has smashed a wound upon it's side. Half the wall was gone, hundreds of pieces of blackened stone littering the ground. He could see the interior of the room, a small dingy room filled with garbage. Just around the corner, Ernis could see where the smoke came from, a large building just beyond the half-destroyed building. The sounds of chatter could be heard nearby if Ernis tried hard enough.

 

[Wolfe]

Marok reached out for the ithuri magewatcher, but to no avail. A crescent vitali upon his forehead glowed as if taking the brunt of Marok's unseen assault. Kaeldrys leaped at the sorcerer, one sword gliding through the air and cutting off his hand. Marok let out a scream that echoed throughout the Exchange. Kaeldrys swung around Marok, slicing through the other eye in his hand as he did so. One of the approaching magewatchers threw something at Marok, a small white trinket. As it landed on the bewildered warlock, it enveloped him in white chains.

The spear-wielding magewatcher from before arrived. He wore a gold medallion on his chestplate, signifying his status as Commander of the Magewatchers. This was Lucio Greythorn. The two wizards soon saw the same fate as Marok, their bodies clasped in white chains. Only Talic and Quan were left.

 

[Fussiler1]

He hadn't felt any better as he stood up. He watched the spectacle that the fight was before him, yet everywhere he looked he could only see bodies and with each dead body he saw the image of the dead child again. And each time he gazed upon that mental image, he felt his legs getting limb and shaky. He had often killed, though it were only animals, but he had never seen such a terrible spectacle as this.. and before him stood the murderers, he assumed. Besides nausea, he also felt anger. Anger at this bloodbath, at this disgusting massacre!

He quickly reached out in his pocket and grabbed a small piece of wood, seemingly ancient. It was of the oak, he remembered. They would pay for this, he swore to himself as he started digging his finger nails in the piece of wod. He changed the pressure each finger put into it by the second. He could still see the child. He finally stopped changing pressure and shook it once, and suddenly an immense, bright flame erupted from the wood, feeding on the ancient wood of the oak and the air to sustain itself, seemingly devouring his hand, too. It burned, though barely, since he had learned to ignore the pain that came with fire.

''Murderers!'' he shouted as his other hand was in the air, in the form of a fist. The fist shook, left-right, right-left, up-down, down-up, diagonal-up, and he felt the air tremble and the wind rising. The wind was drawn from the regional area, reducing the other flames a bit. And finally, he controlled it and he was preparing to cast the piece of wood, which was getting devoured, forward. The immense flame would decrease in size due to the air, but it would do, he thought as a grin appeared on his face. Inappropriate, he thought to himself.

And just as he was about to cast it forward, the two mages were suddenly in binds. He saw only flashes, no distinct figures, and it took him a while to realize it were the.. uh.. Magewatchers. They would not appreciate it if he send the burning piece of wood forward, yet two still remained. Concentrate, he thought to himself as he turned around and almost stumbled forward, losing grip of the air and the fire. He barely avoided fall, but quickly regained his balance and looked at the two remaining wizards. Forth, he commanded, and so he cast the piece of wood, surrounded by ever-devouring fire, forward, at the remaining two mages, and afterwards sent the winds to increase it's speed to a great one. The immense flame decreased in size, but it wouldn't become too small.

Seconds after he had cast it, he looked at the Magewatchers and realized that they wouldn't appreciate this.

 

[Wolfe]

Azshiir was right.

As he cast out searing piece of oak, Azshiir suddenly felt his arms pressed against his body in a fierce embrace. Two magewatchers suddenly appeared beside him, one addressing him:

"By the authority and command of the Magewatch Guard, in security of the City of Kaydeir, you are hereby apprehended for the obstruction of magewatcher business. Your name?"

Meanwhile, the oak successful struck down Quan. Moments after, he too was in shackles. Talic was now facing Lucio, his wicked blade withdrawn in defense. Lucio grinned.

"This is the third time, Talic. And not only that, but you've brought your little feud to the streets, killed innocents." His expression became grim. "And misused magic to abuse the dead. You are under arrest." As he was about to withdraw his talisman, Talic lunged forward in a frenzy. His dagger cut right through the metal, as if it was waiting for it to penetrate. Lucio immediately fell to the dusty floor, his eyes empty and his expression grim. Yet, he was still breathing, a crimson stream dribbling from the wound. Moments later, Talic's head rolled down to where Zenon stood.

Suddenly, Azshiir and the shackled mages were freed...

... and the Commander lay there, lifeless but breathing.

 

[Arcisal]

Ernis watched the spectacle, all from behind the rubble. The mage, one of eyes like emerald and hair of silver, had slain the Magewatch guard! Closer inspection relieved Ernis that the man the green-haired mage was speaking to was not dead, the small rising and falling of his chest indicating he was living.

From out of his hiding place, Ernis, in a stupid impromptu move, carelessly stumbled forward, tripping over a piece of rubble out into the open in the middle of this...spectacle. His vials went about, some surviving the fall while some bursting open upon impact, either revealing liquids of varying colors or none of the sort. Ernis lay there on the ground for a moment, praying hard that they wouldn't focus their attention on a peculiar blue-skinned Ithuri.

 

[Fussiler1]

Azshiir hadn't put up any resistance as he had been shackled. His eyes had been fixed on the projectile that he had cast and he only had only diverted his gaze after it had hit goal, with a grin of triumph, even as he was being shackled and interrogated. He had heard their words, but he hadn't answered, his eyes following the stand-off between the warlock and the Magewatcher. He followed every movement and a great frown appeared on his face as the Watcher fell and the warlock was decapitated.

And time seemed to slow down as he was released from his shackles and he saw that the others had also been released. How did these shackles even work, he asked himself, how had the death of one man released him? He didn't know, and neither could he ask now. Anger boiled inside him, the image constantly haunting him, as he kept watching the other arrested magicians. He felt the great urge to take action, but he had done that before and he had gotten shackled. Could the Magewatchers still handle this situation? He had seen their competence now first-hand, but he had a feeling this was completely going out of control.

He quickly reached into his pocket and fished another piece of wood out, desperately digging his finger nails inside the wood and pressuring it with his fingers. At the final movement, he stopped. One more move and this piece of wood would erupt into an immense flame, perhaps big enough to scorch the Magewatchers behind him. He refrained from finishing the incantation, but was ready to do so at any moment, in case the others would get away. The image flashed through his mind again. Terror. He wouldn't let them, murderers, monsters, he told himself enraged. He only watched them for now, ready to strike. That was, if the Magewatchers didn't immediatly grab him again.

 

[Wolfe]

Kaeldrys took over from that point, his left sword bloodied from his previous execution. He stared down at the poor, headless creature in pity, then knelt down to his commander. He looked up and nodded. The magewatchers were suddenly upon the criminals, blades ready.

Azshiir was suddenly liberated from his two captors as they swept upon a very light-headed Quan. Within moments, the road had become a bloody mess and the magewatchers stood in formation.

This was execution.

Kaeldrys suddenly stood up. Three magewatchers took Lucio away from the massacre. He pointed at Cepharys, then Ernis, then Azshiir. His gaze was fixed on Zenon now. The four suddenly found themselves in shackles as the magewatchers approached them.

 

[Dragonson]

Cepharys, Suddenly pulled out from nowhere and put into shackles, had his smile brutally swept away.
A very grim facial expression took it's place, but he did nothing to resist.

 

[Fussiler1]

Azshiir face darkened as he saw how quickly this affair had been finished. The other mages hadn't even stood a chance, he realized. It was over before he even knew it. These people.. were very trained, he realized. He had expected chaos to break loose, but immediatly someone had stepped up. He looked at the heads that were rolling over the streets. They had gotten what they deserved, he told himself, but in most eyes he found the emotion of terror, and a shiver crawled up his spine. His rage ebbed away and his body felt cold.

He dropped the oak wood as he was enshackled and tried to look around. He had been spared. Still, he wondered what they were going to do with him. He wondered and worried and the nausea ebbed away, slowly. He could stand better, he noticed and his head seemed to become clear again, even among the bloodbath that had happened here. The dead child appeared to him again as he overlooked everything. It was only then that he noticed the Magewatchers approaching.

 

[Arcisal]

Chains that felt twice as heavy as they should ensnared Ernis which brought his head up. A quick look around found that he was not he only one chained. Another quick inspection on the ground around him revealed his reagents and ingredients sprawled everywhere, just out of reach.

As he watched his surroundings more closely now, Ernis noticed something he hadn't seen previously. A circular, grotesque shape about the floor. Ernis inspected it further and to his horror, he found it was a head. The head of one of the mages he had seen. Suddenly, he found himself gazing at a tall human, encased in polished armor with streaks of blood staining it, striding towards him in a cool even pace with a face that neither radiated warmth nor compassion, but the cold look of a vindicator about to announce his verdict.

 

[sanofa]

Zenon was "cuffed up" by shackles of the magewatchers.

He did not tried to resists, instead he reached out his hands, surrendering. I shouldn't fight back, they're the law here. Guess I'll just spend my time at the jail then, since its another "free" place to get shelter and food... And I see there are others getting cuffed up as well, poor them. Zenon thought, as the shackles tightly locked around his wrist.

 

[Dragonson]

Cepharys sighed.
"And here I was hoping not to get involved."
He bent his head slightly to the left, and a tiny click was heard.
Suddenly a piece of cloth fell from some strange piece of metal placed on the left side of his face.
It unfolded, working as a mask by covering his face.
Then he opened his left hand.
In it's palm was a sizeable emerald. On it was attached some weird, metal contraption.
The gemstone was glowing brightly.
"Let's see if that nice lady's estimation was anywhere near correct, for the sake of the drama."
With that, he used his thumb to move a tiny lever on the metal contraption, causing the gem to shatter.

 

[Wolfe]

A stream of blue energy gushed from the shattered gemstone. Kaeldrys' eyes lit up - he recognised what was happening. Moments later, he charged Cepharys and grabbed the human. Within seconds, Cepharys, Azshiir and Kaeldrys were on a nearby rooftop. The Bank, Paecello Hall and almost all of the deserted district were in sight. Kaeldrys' sapphire eyes met Cepharys' green orbs. His expression was filled with fear.

"How... how are you harnessing ithaelum? You're human! Humans don't do that!" he exclaimed, throwing them both to the roof and falling to the floor. Within seconds, the ithaelum released by the shattered gemstone exploded. A titanic noise reverberated through the city, as if the earth itself was moving, and more screams could be heard. The screams of magewatchers.

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As the scene around them quickly shifted, Zenon and Ernis blacked out. What seemed like an eternity later, they wake up in a shop near the explosion. Despite the commotion outside, the shop was relatively in tact, except for a fallen shelf and some shattered vials. They were met by the smile of an ithuri that Ernis recognised almost immediately.

 

[Phoonix]

Dara was watching the whole spectacle from afar. the arrest of innocents,
condemning a man to death for no obvious reason and then this human acting without even trying to explain the situation...
Dara stepped forward as the mealstrom of energy had resided.
"stop this madness all of you!" he looked at both cepharys and Kaeldrys."
"Is it truly the duty of magewatchers to execute Innocent people without even trying to understand to situation?" he yelled at the magewatcher.
"And is it very smart to resist arrest instead of trying to explain the situation?" he yelled at Cepharys.
"This is utter madness!"

 

[Dragonson]

Cepharys straightened his back and smiled.
It wasn't a smile of happiness of joy, though. As his lips moved the sound of his teeth grinding against each other could be heard clearly.
He ignored Dara completely and spoke directly to Kaeldrys.
"You just arrested me for no reason and expect me to tell you that.
Get these shackles off me or it's going to happen again."

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: Aaaaaargh. My huge post! T_T

One moment he had been shackled, ready to be judged, sentenced to death, the other the man had released some device and he found himself on a rooftop. He had lost track of what was happening and had no idea how the hell this was possible. How.. what.. these question raced through his mind as he stared at the man who had initiated all this and at the deserted district surrounding him. He opened his mouth to speak when he, incredibly surprised, learned that the man was harnessing ithaelum. His magic studies had been short and he couldn't remember what it was, or even if he had learned something about it. He was afraid.

The Watcher, too, had been afraid, and that perhaps terrified him the most. Until now, these men had been emotionless, efficient and deadly, and he would never have thought that one of them would be afraid.. but the Watcher was. Something terrible was going on if it cowered one of these Watchers and he felt chills ride through his spine. Something terrible had to be going on, and this suspicion was evidenced as the screams of the nearby Magewatchers filled the air.

All this had truly ruined his mood, and with his face pale and dark, he asked the man; ''What have you done?''

 

[Phoonix]

"stop this you fool!" he yelled at cepharys. "they arrested you for no reason yes, but you have just given them reason!" he sighed shaking his head.

 

[Wolfe]

Kaeldrys sighed as his fingertips touched the shackles of both humans. They instantly become talismans again. He glared at Cepharys.

"You are a fool to think you can do that again and again. You're a Remnant, you should know very well the consequences of stunts like that! This warrants death, mortal."

He turned, his eyes filled with rage now. They relaxed. "... this is not your concern, Master Ardeshir."

 

[Phoonix]

"this is very much my concern! the magewatchers are the only thing standing between mages and normal people! if we cannot trust even them to act properly then who can we?" he yelled at the magewatcher. he was clearly angry.
"instead of executing mere bystanders who want to help you should consider the life of your captain who I might add is still lying there, dying!"

 

[Dragonson]

With his hands free, Cepharys pulled out a cloak from another one of his pockets.
The fabric looked extremely thin.
He put it on and pulled a cowl attached to it over his head, fully masking himself.
"I've made a discovery. It was one that has been lying right beneath our noses for centuries, and yet not even a single one of your 'archmages' and 'loremasters' were even close to reaching it."
He looked around for a nearby rooftop which was well within jumping distance.
"Your foolish behaviour made me waste precious resources and possibly even a few lives.
I have much penance to do."

OOC: Information needed on whether a suitable rooftop is available.

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: Hold on, gotta edit my post Edited.

A discovery? What was the man talking about? He forgot his thoughts about what the other man had said, because the words of the Remnant had truly piqued his interest. This day had been madness, but the moments that preceded this one had been especially strange, so he was dying to know what the hell this discovery was, his gaze alternating between watching the Remnant and the Watcher. Was the Remnant looking around for a rooftop? Ah, so he teleported them to that other rooftop, he realized. He didn't think the Magewatcher was going to let him get off the hook, so he watched carefully while reaching out for some wood in his pocket. Also for himself. If that Magewatcher thought he could be shackled again, he would incinerate the man, he thought with grim determination.

 

[Wolfe]

OOC: Waiting for Arc and Fuss. Not sure if sanofa is going to post, if not I'm allowed to take control of his character until he returns.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: I'ma go shopping shortly then. I'm all out of milk for my tea...

EDIT: That'l have to wait. Now editing so that i can acheive something compatible with fuss' edit.

 

[Phoonix]

OOC: you silly milky tea drinker.

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: I posted something on the former page.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: I noticed, but i've already realized that despite your edit my post is still fitting.
If for no other reason, because Ceph really doesn't care much about what anyone else says in a conversation.

 

[Wolfe]

"You are a mage. A Remnant mage at that," he said with disgust. "We are naturally suspicious of any mage, Ardeshir. You should know that by now." He towered over the three of them. "There is a reason why humans should never be able to harness ithaelum. He just reinforced that today." He sighed, his expression grim. He turned to Cepharys, his gaze fixed. "You are a fool."

OOC: Fuss, we were originally on top of a roof. Kaeldrys threw himself to the ground as in the roof, not the actual ground. So we're still on the rooftop. I am so horrible!

 

[Arcisal]

The wrinkled old smile. Deep eyes that seemed to sink in without an end. The back hunched so low he was half the height of what he used to be. And the skin of ithuri like that of tree bark.

"Gaseir?" The old man, or ithuri, turned around, revealing a face that seemed to have had aged since the beginning of time. A single smile was revealed, a toothless grin.

Ernis looked around him. A few fallen vials, none broken thankfully. A pile of wooden debris which looked strikingly similar to a wooden shelf was piled up in a dusty corner. A single lamp, non-magically illuminated, hung above his head, the only source of light. Outside, another muffled boom could be heard, followed by the screams of men.

Suddenly Ernis remember. "My potions!" He jolted towards the nearest window but outside, it was covered by a blanket of night that Ernis seemed unable to pierce.

"You were always hasty." A familiar voice. Ernis turned around once more and saw the old ithuri again. "Never did wait for instructions, neither did you have the patients to wait for the right moment. Typical that you would loose your things."

Ernis was stunned for a moment. "The mages! My reagents, vials, everything from the dome, all that I have was just out reach!" Ernis turned back to the blackened window. "But now gone."

"Ernis." said the frail ithuri.

At the sound of his name, he snapped back to reality. Any thoughts of his concoctions and tonics can wait.

"Why?" He could not tell if he was glad or furious, confused or clear. "Gaseir, why?"

Suddenly, he realized they were not alone. A blue haired...Remnant? Far from it, and yet he still had the itching feeling at the back of his mind this fellow on the floor may not be what you think. Suddenly Gaseir's voice pierced his thoughts once more. He must've notice Ernis staring at him. "If you want to wake him up, you ought to know what to do by now." He turned his back towards him once more and resumed what he was doing. "Oh and boy, I'll explain everything."

Ernis set to work. An old copper cauldron lay in the center, thankfully not holding anything. He asked Gaseir once more, "Shellweed?"

"You know how I keep my things." He didn't even turn around.

The blue haired fellow still lay there on the dusty wooden floor. His eyes were closed. An odd fellow, odder than most Ernis had seen. He'll explain everything later, he assured himself that. But for now, Ernis concentrated on the task ahead.

Water heated to just under boiling. A sprinkle of aether dust and a crushed mix of shellweed and bimmerwool. Stir for two minutes and allow to boil for another three.

When the mixture was finally completed, Ernis carefully poured the contents into a small glass jar. A spoonful is more than enough to awake this...person.

Just as he was about to pour the medication into his mouth, the old man sounded once more. "Did you forget what I had thought you already?" Old memories came back. A glass of lemon water to soothe the patient after he or she awakes. Yes, lemon water.

Ernis finally found a small pitcher of water which he could only hope was clean. He squeezed a small lemon into it and threw the lemon husk into the pitcher. He always found that lemon water had a better effect with the skin in it.

Placing the pitcher of lemon water next to him, he knelt down beside the head of the blue-haired fellow. A spoon was held in Ernis' steady hands as he was about to administer the medicine to awake him.

"Your may feel some...fiery burning down your throat" He didn't know who he was speaking to, he said it for the sake of it. Out of the corner of his eye, Ernis could see Gaseir watching him, silently like an old owl.

 

[Phoonix]

Dara shook his head. "get of that roof Kaeldrys" he said. "Even as an Ithuri I am sure you do not want Lucio to die!"

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: ... Woops.

Azshiir looked down and quickly examined the man far below them with a frown and a grin before he turned his attention once more to the Watcher, angry and holding a piece of wood firm in his hands.
''Today wouldn't have happened if you hadn't arrested us all!" he told the Watcher angrily, still enraged by the treatment he received for trying to help. His eyes radiated anger, and his face was even getting a bit red.

 

[Wolfe]

OOC: Is anyone confused at this point? I want to clear things up now before it gets even worse. Drag's little stunt was not something even I planned.

 

[Dragonson]

Cepharys, spotting a rooftop fit for the purpose, prepares himself to leave the scene.
"If I am a fool then I weep at the thought of what the rest of the world might be."
With that he jumped. He quickly picked up speed, starting to run across the rooftop, looking for the next one to jump to.

OOC: Hey now, you should totally have seen it coming after his little chat with Ms. Mage.

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: Yeah, I am kind of confused.

 

[Wolfe]

OOC: Hm, about?

I did not foresee you nearly blowing the market district of city up.

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: Well, what's going on with the Magewatchers? Are they terrified or in pain or something else?

 

[Wolfe]

OOC: The ones from before would've been devastated by the explosion. Cepharys unleashed contained pure magic, or ithaelum. Lucio was carried away by three others prior to your arrest. If you haven't figured it out yet, a human using pure magic is both dangerous and new.

 

[Fussiler1]

Azshiir watched the man run off, with great speed, with a frown on his face. He had never seen a man more strange, he thought. Well, maybe one or two but that was it. This day had been exhausting, though the man did add a sense of exoticism to the general bloodbaths and massacres, he thought to himself tired. He quit following the man and looked at the Magewatcher before him with a tired frown. Was he still going to try and arrest him? Maybe not, since he did remove their chains. But he didn't know what to think anymore. So much had happened that he had lost track of everything.

He turned around and raised his arms, his fingers enclosed in a fist. They started shaking violently, but a careful observer could spot a pattern in the movement. Right, left, up, left, he thought to himself. He wasn't going to stick around. This lasted for a while and it seemed as if he was holding back an immense invisible mass, but then he suddenly lowered his arms and rocks sprouted from the stone walls, forming platforms to jump on.

Tired, he turned around and walked to the edge of the roof, ready to jump off and leave this gods-forsaken place, also called the roof.

 

[Wolfe]

Kaeldrys glared after Cepharys. He sighed, how could he let him go away? A human harnessing ithaelum. Only the ithuri could do that. It was what powered their vitali markings. However, this discovery intrigued him. This was a man who needed to be captured, but at what cost? Would he destroy an entire city just to keep his little secret hidden from the world? He turned to where Azshiir was about to jump, his expression emotionless. "The next time I catch you near the scene of a crime, your pathetic existence will end. Clear?" He walked off without recognition, heading towards the site of the explosion. People were returning to the streets now. Children poked their heads through windows to check for signs of life or danger before starting refreshed games. It was amazing how quickly magewatchers arrived now, patrolling the streets in full.

"Dara Ardeshir!" a voice called out. "What is a man of your taste doing in such a pit?" The man was an ithuri. He was tall with sapphire eyes. He looked very much like Kaeldrys, with similar vitali decorating his forehead and exposed arms. He wore a very elegant sleeveless blue robe which parted at the front, revealing leggings the colour of a ripe pumpkin clinging to his defined legs. He looked up at the roof, catching glimpse of Azshiir. "A slave gone rogue? Oh, such sad things. They never realise how inferior they are." Yes. This man was definitely an ithuri.

 

[Phoonix]

Dara rolled his eyes. that arrogance... he thought, but he could not afford to act hostile towards this man. "I was planning on buying more property in the city in order to expand my business when... this happened." he said while looking around at the mess these warlocks had caused.
"and what about you? i am surprised to see someone of your stature here as well!"

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: Well I'll be back in 30 minutes or so.

''I suppose you can try.''
Dumb Ithuri, he thought as he jumped off the roof and safely landed on the rock. He looked down and once more jumped, though this time the landing was more rough and pain flashed through him. Hah, that was nothing, he thought to himself with a grin. Once more he jumped, this time, though, on the actual ground. He looked around and spotted an alley, in which he quickly disappeared as the place was getting somewhat populated again.

He made his way through the crowd again, this time a crowd that wasn't fleeing, thankfully. He pushed people aside as he wanted to get out of that place as fast as humanly possible. This had been a horrible day, he thought to himself, with the image of the dead child still printed in his mind. The people who used magic here were utterly careless, he thought to himself as he just avoided tripping over the dead body of an old man. He stopped, turned and looked at it again. He was angry at his own nonchalance and quickly made his way, until finally, he was back on an empty street.

There was an inn somewhere here, he remembered. Hopefully he could just go right in and spend the night, without bloody wizards massacring everybody and Watchers executing everybody on the damn spot. Gods, he needed a drink, he muttered out loud as he walked on. He hoped everything would be calm from now on, but it was merely hope.

 

[sanofa]

Zenon slowly came into existence, and then, a fiery burning burns in his throat. He hold it in, and slowly opened his teary eyes. A male Ithurian knelt beside him, marks across his eyes, sitting at the right was an old man, probably another Ithurian.

"Argh... Where..am I..." Zenon asked, still holding in the burning in his throat. He looked around the area, seems like he was in a shop or sort. A copper cauldron was sitting in front of him, and the room was dimly lit by a lamp hanging above the cauldron. "If you woke me up, thanks, and I hope it was not me... who caused this mess." Zenon said, trying to stand where when a shocking pain occurred at the back of his head. He raised a head and quickly hold it, trying to relieve the intense pain. "What the...bloody hell happened..." Zenon asked slowly.