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    Nora slowed down when she started to lose the person, sighing she plopped down in front of some home. she needed a rest after that sprint, having drained herself with the magic use included.

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  • "Well, seeing as it's only a door, I'd say I can get around this one, or shall I say, under it." Dylan whistled for the reptilian mutant he did not dismiss. The creature responded and came hither before grabbing its master and returning to the ground. Dylan held his breath before going under, and after a while the hall became silent. But then, a scratching came from the other side of the door as Dylan emerged from the other side out of the ground. You needn't waste your time dirtying your clothes, Ms. Kana. Now, whereabouts is our objective?"

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    Akkena pused and looked behind her at Jacques.


    "No, my limp stopped me from pursuing them. Gerald had to stop and rest, the others no clue. Still need to get some clothes though maybe i'll run into someone there." The mage said before continuing her limp away to the clothing store


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  • OCV: I have no idea who I was waiting for, to be honest.


    IC: Kana nodded thoughtfully, stepping into the Office and wrinkling her nose. Unnoticed by either of them was the Mayor, slumped over his desk with a knife in his back, a pool of blood covering most of the papers on his desk. "I imagine the lock kept the clean up crew from dealing with this," Kana said disdainfully, before ignoring the body and turning to speak with Ivan. "The client I have to cover is a rather influential merchant, Jeremiah, is his name I believe." She said. "I could care less what happens to hoim but it just so happens in covering for the fact he engaged in black market sales..." She opened a filing cabinet and rifled through it hastily, pulling out some papers. "Then I'll have a favor I can use whenever I want. Now officially, I'm supposed to burn these...." She muttered. Jeremiah's illegal sale had been found out and the county had started to work on a warrant, but the town had been annihilated before the legislature could complete it. Thus, these were the only files. "But I'll keep them as collateral and in case I need more favors...." She said this apathetically. "We should check the Archives, chances are good the town Historian was the last to go and would have written down things as they were before being killed." The Town historian were usually specialized mages with photographic memories and advanced ESP abilities, allowing them to note down things of interest and keep track of important events. Kana exited the door and walked down the hall, entering an unlocked room. Here it appeared to be a library almost, books everywhere, sunlight filtering in through the various windows aligning the walls, illuminating dust particles gently floating. There before them was an open book, patches of blood along it's blank page. The other one had words written in it, albeit hastily.
    This was unforeseen. Grim is on the march, the screams are evident of that. But there's more than that he's not alone. For some reason, before I barricaded myself along with the other officials in the town hall he was accompanied by another Overlord I did not recognize...
    "Another Overlord?" Kana wondered aloud. "Now that IS interesting."
    ...more than that, the entire town is under a powerful illusion, as I can sense the air tinged with magic. It's on a scale only achievable by an Overlord, though I could be mistaken. My ability to read auras weakened considerably a year ago, so it might be an absolute mage, since this is abrely within such a person's abilities. They're banging on the door right now. Grim isn't alone, he has one other helping him, but to think three people are effortlessly killing an entire town of over 300 citizens....it's madness, absolute madness, especially since the mages are fighting back and dying. Grim is absolutely terrifying, I saw him with his scythe and I worry for anyone caught in a duel with him. I see the rumors are well founded. He took out the Church first, burning it and demolishing anything holy, so now he can go where he pleases unfettered by his chief weakness. Damn, they've broken through. The mayor has warded the door with magic on a scale I didn't think possible, so they shoul;dn't be able to get him so easily, but as for me....the guardians won't last even two minutes against Grim. They're the weakest one's I've seen yet, mostly because the Myaor was too lazy to even consider getting better ones or upgrading security. I guess now-
    The writing cut off here, and was repalaced with a dark crimson blot, likely due to the Historian being killed. "This information would be quite valuable to those mages." Kana remarked, picking up the book and closing it, tucking it under her arm. "See anything you like Ivan? I promise i won't tell if you take anything...."
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    Jacques nodded towards Akeena. "Then it's up to me to find this kid..." He muttered, leaving the Tavern and roaming the town. it wasn't long before he rounded a corner onto a street and he managed to spot the kid. "Oi! We don't want to hurt you!" He called to her. "We just want to talk and help you. Why can't you understand that? You could've hurt that lady you threw a rock at, you know.."

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    Now Yikele could wait at the tavern, or go with Jacques, she chose to follow Jacques, careful not to be to in his way. Besides, she wanted to know more about this kid! They sounded imteresting enough to warrant further checking out at the very least.



    Akeena limped into the clothes store and looked around. She really didn't like clothes shopping. It was one of the banes of her existence, along with ninety percent of overlords. Sure, there were overlords like Moma who were benevolent, but most were like Grimm, foul and subjugated all those who refuse to bow down before him.


    She found a new outfit rather quickly and was quite pleased with the design it was a white sliverish dress, made for an active mage most probably as it was extremely easy to move around in and had gold belt like thing around her waist. The dress was sleeveless, but had a small cape esque fabric that was only about to her mid back and had a very large collar. The cape was held on with two large shoulder peices, covered with the same design as the 'belt', conected by two belt for each major peice. The peice also came with two bracelets that covered most of lower arm, stopping at the wrist.


    All in all, it was very aesthetically pleasing for her. The absolute mage walked out of the shop and looked around. Okay, no one here really. Just an abandoned ghost town.


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  • "How generous of you; now I get to play the queen's knave. I'm not complaining." He looked at the dead corpse of the mayor, just lying there in silence. "Well, not him, but maybe... Is he...has he....been dead long enough?" The same luminous green was shone in Dylan's eyes once again. Waving a hand in front of the dead Mayor's soulless eyes, he snapped his fingers, as if to wake him from his eternal slumber. The corpse stirred for a moment, then shuddered, before the marble-grey of the man's eyes were replaced with the same glow that Dylan carried in his eyes. "Yes!" Dylan triumphantly exclaimed; despite the flesh remaining, the corpse was just barely old enough to be hollow, the compatible vessel for necromancy. "Now..." He placed his hand over the reanimated corpse's skull on the temple, whispering to it softly. "Awake, rise, and find me the jewel of this place - its most valuable treasure." The cadaver stood up suddenly. And with a turn, it walked almost mechanically up to a cabinet that was nearly concealed by a shredded drape. He tore the cloth aside to reveal a vault, tarnished by old age, but was clearly cast of silver. "I call upon the mind of the dead and prithee open the door." The dead mayor knelt down, his knees crackling as his bones awoke from their dusty nap. He placed his gouty fingers around the knob and began to turn the dial. The safe opened soon enough, and within it was a gem-laden key, intricate in design and sterling, reflecting all light from its surface to reveal a beautiful, pure, and polished artifact. "Well..." Dylan scratched his head at the purpose of such an item. "I'm still not complaining. Let's be off then." He snatched the key from the vault before his eyes returned to their neutral state. Immediately after, the power that animated the mayor's corpse had dissipated, causing the body to slump down on the floor like a puppet or doll, the eyes still wide open.


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    Her head snapped towards Jaqu, and she glared, "last time someone said that I was thrown in an orphanage!" she growled, darting around the building. but she had mostly drained her energy.

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  • OC: I guess I basically gave up on this thread, in all honesty. A lotta people left and I felt like people were replying less. I'm sorry for essentially 'abandoning' it, but if you lot want to keep things going, then we can try this again I suppose.


    IC: Kana smiled quaintly. "NO respect for the fallen, I see." She remarked, before giggling. "There are worse things in life, I suppose." She pivoted on her heel, exiting the room. "Come then...'knave'," She teased. "Let's head back." They walked down the stairs, Linus merely bowing in her presence. Hexe looked relieved. "Kana! Are you alright?" He asked. Kana nodded. "Yes, my loyal bishop ensured I was safe." She purred. Linus raised an eyebrow at this, while Hexe took a deep breath. "Whatever, did you get what you came for?"
    "Yeah, I did. We need to go find those troublesome mages, we've got some information for them to know."
    "Oh?" Linus asked. "It's not for us, I'm afraid. This is a matter for the kid's to deal with. Us grownups can't play anymore, we have to play 'Politics' and deal with troublesome bureaucrats and file paperwork...." Kana said breezily. Linus' lips twitched into a small smile at that, but otherwise he said nothing. They exited the City Hall. "Were you satisfied, Dylan?" She asked him.
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    Jacques ran after her, erasily able to catch up. "Unfortunately for you there are no orphanages in this town!" He called angrily. "aAnd even if they were, everyone is gone so it's a moot point! I just want to ask you some questions, D*mmit!" He called after her. "Do you know what happened here? Who did this? Are you a survivor?"

  • OOC: Sorry if I'm pushing, but it begs the question: has a thread ever gone to completion? I want to answer that question with a unanimous yes, and I'm sure everyone who signed up did. I still want to 'cause the story can go somewhere from here; we're not even clear of the exposition yet and that means that there's still much potential for the thread. If it'll help, I'll make another character, and maybe even introduce my second on standby soon, depending on where you intended to go with the plot.


    IC: Dylan merely nodded, but his grin told all he was very pleased with the rewards reaped from the visitation. "So... where to now on this cheery little vacation?" 'Whatever?' That's hilarious! Just a moment ago, he feared for her safety and now he could care less about the terms of it. He held the jeweled key up to his eyes, seeing his own reflection upon it. Beautifully crafted, it must hold some purpose. But the opposite could be true, that it was just a trinket and nothing more. Regardless, his curiosity was resolve enough to cherish it and stow it away in his pocket.

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    Yikele was all to familiar with orphanages, having been in one her self for a spell. From her own experiences, she doubted this young mage would fare well. Yikele frowned as Jacques roughly started questioning the girl.


    "Hey! Leave her be!" Yikele said as she came over shifting so that she was eye level with the girl


    "I understand your fear of orphanages, I hate them too. But we're not sending you to one. We just want to ask you a few questions, could you help us with a few answers?" She asked kindly.


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    Nora stopped, these people were annoying and persistent. She spun around and looked at then. having been hit by a spur of confidence, well the man actually, "t-that doesn't mean you could just as easily take me to one in another town. And if I knew any of that don't you think I would be here? If i survived, I'd have gotten the hell out of here as soon as possible!" She states, "Do you see this place? It EMPTY. If there were any survivors, they're dead or long gone." She states, her confidence boost evaporating, and she went quiet.

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  • OC: Sorry for my defeatism. Characters aren't an issue, we have plenty of those. I was just worried because it seemed like activity was down and people were leaving left and right, we've gone from like 6 people to essentially 3, four, if we factor in thraxes. It's just kind of a bummer. (It's something you never quite get used to, even if it happens all the time in threads you start)
    Of course, it's hard to be down when I've got a beam of brightness like you around Ivan, so I have to thank you for the little nudge of assertion.


    IC: Hexe frowned, looking curiously at object Dylan held, his gaze filled with suspicion, although a curt look from Kana stopped that. "I'd say back to the train station, unfortunately for us, we'll have to make a detour so I can present this..." She pulled out the Historian's diary. "And hand it to those mages."
    "Why even bother?" Hexe grumbled.
    "Because this is a game I want to see played to the end," Kana said imperiously. "I remember something about them raiding a clothes store...." She muttered. "So we'd best look there. My dear 'bishop', I don't suppose you'd have any extra sensory perceptions that would allow us to track them down, now would you?" She asked Dylan.
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    JAcques hesitated, a bit ashamed that he had to be told off. "It's only been a few days since this town was wiped out." He told the kid. "Any survivors probably would've stayed here...." But Grim leaves no survivors. Never. The thought answered the obvious question between them all. "So you don't know anything?" He asked her softly. "I see. This is no place for you to be, there's a train soon leaving, I'd be willing to buy you a ticket to any nearby places if you've friends or distant relatives you could stay by," He offered. They couldn't leave this place, however. Not without finding the truth, but that didn't mean this poor girl had to stay here while they did so. "Or, you can stick with us. I promise we'll be able to keep you safe. Like Helios? The self deprecating thought stung, but he ignored it. Or tried to, his gaze never leaving Nora's. "Do you have a name? Mine's Jacques."


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    She raided an eyebrow at the friend's or relatives thing, "I was sent to an orphanages, if i had relatives i don't think they would care." she states flatly, and continued listening, "s-stick with you?" she spoke in question, she honestly didn't know, "um... sure." she shrugged.

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    "My name's Yikele, I can create illusions and shift my form? From what I've heard you have magicks to, would younlike to share?" Yikele asked the girl. She'd make it her personal mission to help the girl out while she stayed with them.



    Akeena was just limping back to the tavern, having done her clothes shopping when she decided, why not explore a bit? It might just help them find some clues about what happened. The absolute mage was carefully making her way around, trying to go as slow as possible. Just hopefully she didn't get one of her headaches now. In all honesty she was due for one....


    The light mage pushed that thought aside when she saw the group of nobles and frowned. What purpose did they have here? Welp, she was going to ask them.


    "Hello lords and ladies. What are you doing in a town like this?" She asked, not waisting time on pleasantries.


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  • Dylan's mind blurred as it had during his visions, however this time it caught him off guard. He fell backwards onto his back, his eyes wide open, gazing at the sky, though his pupils seemed to vanish from his irises. Just when silence ensued in the physical world, he was brought back with one word: "Tavern." He spoke somberly before blinking to remove himself from the trance. "Damn! That was a weird one!" He said much unlike his usual refined demeanor. He lurched his feet forward as he leapt back up from his lying position feet first back onto the ground. Realizing he spoke unorthodox, he gave a slight cough before resuming his usual tone. "There should be a tavern not far from where we are now. They appear to be lingering around there. But reasons elude me for now."

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    [color=#0892D0]Kan's excitement had, again, taken the better of him and he was running. It had been a while since he had seen some action, and Moma had directed him to find some group and help them. He had agree readily to the proposal, eager to do something to help. He had been impatient his whole journey, but now he was close. He smiled as his hair blew against the wind, probably destroying it even more than it already was.


    Just outside the destroyed town, he slowed his pace to a walk and began to make his way forward.. From his view, it seemed to be pretty deserted. That was to be expected really. However, he saw no trace of this group he had come to assist. "Eyo! is anyone out there! Hello!" He called out, footsteps falling quickly as he scanned the area, hoping for a little sign of life.


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    Jackson is sewing at the train station if you want to say hello ^w^


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    Nora looked at her, "Um... I'm Nora, and um... i can do things with circles!" she had no idea what they were called. He rabbit was tucked under her arm just hanging floppily as her long white hair hung at her sides. (i had forgotten this but,,) she was looking at them with one eye, the other covered.

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