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Ryia stood at the entrance of her building, dressed in a white flowing dress, that was laced in black. Her white hair (also laced in black) was cut recently, making it beautiful and reaching her shoulders slightly. The lady stood there looking out of the building, her eyes watching and her ears ever listening for the sound she thought she had heard. Now the building that Ryia stood at was a mixture of many buildings, it was both a church, a monastery and a hospital all at once. It was a safe place, and the shades that so often seemed to be attacking Chillborn seemed to stay near this building, but never did they enter.

Ryia believed it was an act of God, that because of his holiness they wouldn't come in. It was helpful to say the least, as it gave sanctuary to the wounded and sick, and to any monk or traveller who needed rest or sanctification. But this didn't mean that Shades didn't attack the exterior of this building. So often Ryia would have to fix the gardens and fix the exterior of the buildings. But it was all for the good of the people. She closed her eyes and listened.

There it was again, the silent whisper of a Shade moving in the night. Ryia's black eyes narrowed and her grip tightened on her staff. "God protect us." She murmured as she closed the doors of the building, but staying outside, she lit the lamps that had been blown out and waited patiently for the Shade to arrive. But she didn't have to wait long, in a mere half minute she could hear the un-earthly growl from the Shade, which now took the shape of a wolf, or something similar.

Ryia readied herself, she didn't fight, but she would protect the building and the wounded and sick which resided in it that night. The first spell she cast was a bright light, that illuminated the surroundings of about 2 yards around in a circle type shape. That way she could see the Shade coming. That's when it attacked, leaping at her with jaws gaping and it's shadowy eyes only seeming to bear death. Ryia quickly erected a shield around herself, and the Shade was knocked down. She took a breath and straightened her dress before she cast a bolt of heat towards the Shade, causing it to almost dissipate, before re-emerging again.

There he sat, impatiently awaiting the arrival of his target, in small tree grove just outside the village. On the largest branch he could find he leaned his back against the trunk and sighed, "Where is he? There is no reason he shouldn't be here. All of the information I gathered led me to hear so why has he not shown?" He mumbled to himself in great frustration. He lifted his right hand to remove his charcoal black hair from his eyes, "My information is never wrong, but he should be here by now." He growled as he swung his right hand to take his anger out on the tree. His fist missed and the momentum of the swing pulled him off of the branch he once sat on, "Woah!" He exclaimed as he caught the branch with his left hand and, with cat like reflexes, wrapped his legs around the branch making so he hung upside down like a sloth that had been dropped on its head as a child. He face turned red as the blood rushed to his head in embarrassment. He shook his head and couldn't help but smirk as he thought about his sister and what she would say, "Sairen be careful! You are so clumsy sometimes honestly, if I'm the younger sibling why is it I'm always having to watch you?" He imagined it so well is was almost as if he could actually hear her voice. He reached upward into one of his various pouches and pulled out a rather realistic sketch of her that he had done on some parchment with some charcoal. He smiled as a single tear ran up his face and into his hair. But the moment was ruined by some rustling in the shrubbery down below.

"You know you aren't very subtle." A voice called up to him. Sairen looked down, which at this point was upward from his perspective, to be face to face with an elderly man. Surprised, Sairen yelped and accidentally let go of the branch, face planting the ground. "I know I'm old but i figured they would at least send someone competent to come assassinate me." The old man wheezed. Sairen pushed himself off the ground and dusted himself off, "I take it you know who i am then." Sairen said calmly. The old man examined him up and down and then shook his head, "Can't say i do young man. But are you alright? that was quite a fall?" The man replied. Sairen grunted angrily, he had worked hard for his title and notoriety, "Does the name Sairen mean anything to you?" He asked to old man. The elderly man began to laugh, which became a phlegm infested cough and wheezing, "My boy you can't be Sairen, He's the most notorious assassin there is, a man like that wouldn't yell while hiding and fall out of a tree." Sairen winced in pain, his pride was shot, "Just shut up, I'm not here to kill you anyway, I'm here for information, they want to know where your son is, He's caused us a great deal of trouble." Sairen explained in a harsh demanding tone. The old man shrugged, "Haven't seen him in ages, if you do find him, i heed caution, i would also tell your superiors to send the REAL Sairen that boy is not someone to mess around with." Sairen grew angry and impatient, "Very well." Sairen turned and began walking away. After about two or three steps he stopped, "By the way old man, do you know why no one has seen Sairen or knows what he looks like?" Sairen asked. The old man scratched is head, pondering the question, "I guess he's good at what he does." The man replied. Sairen reached his right hand into one of his pouches, then peered over his shoulder with a large smirk on his face, "Not quite." Sairen said. Then with no time wasted, and no hesitation, as Sairen turned toward the old man, pulled out a throwing knife, with almost inhuman quickness, and threw it. The old man fell to the ground. "Many say he's a man without rules but the truth is he has one.. No survivors." Sairen said as he retrieved his knife and walked away.

Before Sairen could make it out of the grove and back into the village something caught him off guard as it lunged out of the bushes and left a gash in his left arm. Sairen grunted in pain and fell to the ground, as he looked up there it was, a shade. It took the form of something close to human, with shadowy misshapen blades as its arms. Sairen stood up and took a defensive fighting stance, with one arm incapacitated he grinned, "I hope my superiors know this will cost extra." He said as he pulled out four throwing knives with strange charms hung on the hilts and placed one in each gap between his fingers, "Let us go then!" He yelled in excitement. The shade lunged with a ferocious demonic screech.

(its 4 am, sorry if my spelling and RPing skills aren't quite up to par XD)

Ooc: Oh dear, I'm already late.

The heart of darkness managed to cut flow and still the wind's of Chillborn, leaving them like a doctor's hand ready to vaccinate the skin with needles of frost. The streets stood as the victim, alone and in fear of the bitter pain of winter's bite. The wind's of the 9th circle of hell also had their own dogs, the Shades. They roamed the ink of darkness, ready to blotch their sadism on the fools of the night. Tonight, however, a different dominance drove the pack of wolves.

A young lady skipped down the streets unnerved by the frigid air and the cloak of darkness wrapping around her with every step. Vivian hummed a small tune, making her way through a world of black and white, a blotch of an indigo dress painting and thinning across the canvas. The atmosphere spoke as huskily as the monsters watching Vivian, her stroll remained uninterrupted. Though animal instincts lacked common sense, monsters know a dominant creatures when they see one, perhaps better than humans do, for in Vivian's hands was the ephemeral vision of a familiar kin to the Shades.

The Shades the fixed their sights on the victims whom were weak in will and strength, preying on those who could not fend for themselves. The scavengers were deplorable but Vivian saw them as fools, much like those they sought for. The ghost of the Shade shivered in her warm fingers. It attempted suicide off of her hand many times, but right before it hit the ground to escape to sweet rapture, Vivian tethered it back up, as if it were tied to a bungee cord. The constant refusal of death and peace was tantalizing to Vivian, for her misty eyes gleamed in pleasure every time they tried, knowing it was futile.

Vivian's shadow wriggled at her feet, feeling for it's next meal. The web of souls could extend and wrap the town in a net that contained more souls than hell held flames. Though, the reveal of her guise to the world would take away everything Vivian enjoyed in her borrowed lifetime.

Ryia kept her calm demeanour as she 'fought' against the shades. To be honest she wasn't fighting, she was defending. She raised her staff as now two of them came from either side to get her, but she slammed her staff into the ground, sending a bolt of light in both directions, causing the Shades to fall back. She neither looked tired nor acted it, and she was as calm as the ocean before a storm. There were now three wolf like shades that circled around her, and Ryia was getting a little tired, and nothing seemed to be working, and nobody seemed to be around.

She took a breath and muttered something, this time pointing her hand at the entrance of the door of the church. An intricate design of light seemed to etch upon the wooden door and it glowed luminously before becoming etched on the door. One of the shades tried to go near it and it was immediately bolted at by some lightning. Ryia smiled. "You should leave." She said, knowing well that they wouldn't. She then ducked as one leapt over her head, narrowly missing her head as it snapped down at her. Ryia frowned and she hit it with her staff, using a little magic as she did so the Shade was flown half way across town, probably to it's 'death'.

Now there were two shades left, and one was already wounded from the lightning defence spell she had placed on the church. As the larger one advanced on her Ryia moved backward and she seemed to fall and the shade took advantage, moving at a quick speed to claw at her, only to claw through an illusion, it's shadowy claws going through thin air. Ryia quickly appeared behind it and tapped it's head with her staff, sending bright light shining throughout it, and exploding it, into fog.

Then she turned to the last one, only to notice it gone. She smiled, maybe it had scared off, she turned her back only to be thrown down as the wounded one leapt at her, pushing her to the ground as it's shadowy teeth bared at her face. Ryia froze and she glanced at her staff which she'd dropped from the impact. As she reached out with her right hand to grab it she placed her left arm over her face as the shade bit down.

The dirt under Sairen's feet grew damp and dyed red. He gradually became light headed due to the blood loss, but his focus remained true as he and the shade were at a standstill, eyeing each other in defensive stances. Sairen looked at his arm, He winced as it pulsated, however his heartbeat remained calm and steady, he waited for his opportune moment, drew a tanto from the sheath strapped to his calf. And took off towards the monster clashing blade to blade. Sparks flew from one side to the other. The monster roared furiously as it caught Sairen's Tanto between both of its arms and snapped the blade in two, throwing Sairen flying towards the entrance of the village. Sairen growled as he forced himself to bear through the stinging and burning of getting dirt and rocks in his wound. Sairen began pulling throwing knives out of every pouch he had easy access to. The shade charged rampantly dissipating and reforming with every knife that went through it.

Sairen knew he was in trouble. He drew his Katana and defended the beasts onslaught of vicious attacks. He began thinking of how he might hurt and kill the beast, he had fought shades before but none of this caliber. "Fire, fire might work right?" Sairen pulled out two small make shift bombs. Two balls of parchment filled with gravel, leaves, and flamable powder made from scratch, with the finishing touch of a wick that stuck out of the top, "Follow me, hideous burlap sack of horse dung." Sairen called out and began running into the village scraping his katana against buildings to create sparks, "Light, Light you cursed wicks" He mumbled as he held the bombs up to the sparks finally one of the wicks lit. "YES!" he exclaimed. He lit the other bomb with the already lit wick on the other, turned to face the monster then leaped backwards and tossed the bombs. A large explosion followed by a cry from the injured and possibly dead monster that once pursued him.

The force of the blast however threw Sairen deeper into the village and against the wall of the village inn, He struggled to stand back up, he had given all he had to give, he had lost too much blood. He brought himself up to stand and saw more shades fighting a strange man and a woman he recognized as the innkeeper. He rolled his eyes and shook his head, "What are you doing?" He whispered to himself, He rushed to their side, "I can't offer much but im here help in anyway i can." Just then he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder so great he couldn't help but yell in pain. He attempted to drop to his knees but couldn't as the pain worsened. He weakly turned his head to see the shade he was just previously fighting, with one of its blades straight through his shoulder, "Looks like you got the best of me.. well done.." He said in a very strained tone. The shade removed the blade and Sairen fell to ground, unable to move, unable to speak, but still conscious.

Ryia had been ready to deal with the pain that would bite down on her arm, but it had gone the instant she had reached out and grabbed her staff. She stood up, confusion clearly written on her face, but she was alive and unharmed, and the building was safe and also undamaged. She sent a prayer to the God she believed in, and she straightened her dress, beginning to walk towards the church building, that's when she noticed it, a gigantic being, it looked like a shade, but more solid. Her staff at the ready she stood her ground, watching it from afar. But something happened, she couldn't tell from where she was, all she could do was watch and guess.

Soon enough though the answer came in the form of a shadow, protected from her shield Ryia went closer, listening to it and thinking upon it's question. She blinked and nodded, coming out of her shield, but staying alert and ready, she walked with the shadow, unknowing where she was going, but knowing that if she was needed to save the world, then she would go, it was the will of God to protect the innocent, and the church/building would hold up for a while even if she wasn't there. Plus there were other... monks there, who would be able to protect it, albeit not as well, their abilities were waning but they were enough to be able to protect the building and those who resided in it. She looked at the shadow again before continuing to walk along with it.

Sairen managed to gather what very little strength he had left to stand and lean against a wall, If there ever was one quality that could be noticed about him it was his stubbornness, and phenomenal stamina. as they waited for the two unknown guests to show up Sairen pulled out one of his throwing knives and held it in the flames of one of the lanterns nearby. He used the scorching hot steel the close any open wounds he had. With a few grunts and growls of severe pain, all his wounds were closed and the bleeding had been stopped.

Sairen took time to inspect the stranger, this being of seemingly limitless power. Sairen smirked, while he did spend most of his life dedicated to the ways of the shadows he never would have imagined that the guardian he heard and idolized from the legends actually existed. "What have i stumbled into sister dearest." Sairen whispered to himself grasping the sketch of his sister in his left hand. Sairen attempted to stand without the help of the wall but all that did was make him feel incredibly woozy. He fell backward back onto the wall and slowly slid down, eventually sitting down on the ground. Sairen began inspecting all the people around him and making as many educated guesses about who they were and what their personalities were based on what he could see.

Ooc: Don't wait on me, I'll be back on tomorrow, I was just waiting for something to happen that would unify us. Since that's kind of how I was expecting it to start.

Ooc: Alright, well I'm with my Step-Dad Right now, will post when I get home tomorrow, I'll just sorta hop in where ever you guys are. Don't let me be a burden.