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The blood rains down as the... thing, slices through multiple men like a wheat harvester slices off grains of wheat. His sword seems all too happy to oblige as it glows brighter with each kill, not to mention that blood never stains it, as it seems to drink the fluids to give the blade a red sheen. The man holding the blade was unmistakable, anyone and everyone could tell that the wielder was ---------. Women and children tried to flee, and men tried to fight him off, but to no avail, as the power of his swings and the strength of his blade makes slicing through it as easily as one would slice through a thin sheet of fabric. The man makes his way through the street, slicing down all that stands in his way. Eventually he reaches the large reinforced gates and the tall stone walls... They could not hold back the terror that was coming, just like a pebble cannot hope to stop a river. The man looks around at the carnage and smiles as none dare to approach him now. He raises his sword to a point; the wind seems to stop, and the world goes quiet, while the sword pulses happily like a heartbeat, until the wielder speaks.
"Arna draptu, ciin upt SHATIL!"
The wielder thrusts and the sword emits a pure beam of destructive energy, destroying the stone wall twice over and leaving a 500 foot crater from the explosion, which implodes on itself before exploding again, with even greater force. All the older buildings and buildings with weaker support crumble, and one of the towers on the castle ahead break off and pull everyone inside down with them. The sword is black again, almost obsidian-like, and it glimmers in the sunlight as the wielder swings the blade in arc after arc, warding off all who approach. He looks at you and smiles with evil intent.
"The world will soon know the true meaning... of fear..."


Karma wakes with a start, sweating profusely. He rubs his eyes and looks up at the sky as he exits his tent. The moon wasn't even at it's peak yet, but the sun had vanished and made way for the stars to appear, while the sky had yet to give in to black. Nearby, there was the sound of drunken laughter and music, and even a fight or two. Karma sighs and leaves his tent, stretching his joints and letting his wings unfurl. Though he was still small, the size of a 14 year old boy, his wings looked like they belonged to a white griffin, though they floded up perfectly to fit behind his back like a robe. He tries to recall the dream he just had, but some of the details kept slipping, while some stuck with him. He definitely remembered the words the man spoke, and he remembers that the man wielded a sword that seemed to grow stronger with the more lives it took. He also remembered that the man did not have any bias in any way, shape, or form. No matter how hard he tried though, he could not remember the name of the man or what he looked like.
"Karma, cometh here, I wish to speaketh to thee for a time or two."
Karma turned to see a knight standing next to High Lord Makarov. Makarov was staring off into the distance while the knight, who's name was Sir Frank Dunklin, motioned for him. To be 'frank,' Frank enjoyed speaking in an older dialect that everyone understood but were greatly annoyed by. The only person that cared to note him on it, was Makarov, who had now turned his gaze to Karma, his grey eyes making Karma feel uneasy as they felt familiar to him from somewhere that he had seen recently. Karma scolded himself for being ridiculous and stood before them.
"Mine friend, Karma, we hoped to speak to thee about-"
Frank was cut off by Makarov coughing and staring at him with a questioning gaze.
"Oh, right, sorry... Ahem. Karma, we were hoping we could speak to you about the raid on a nearby encampment held by the Dark Lord's forces. We have some help that will be coming from the Magic Enterprise that we were hoping that you could receive for us. We would send someone else to go, but I have to remain here to supervise the troops and Lord Makarov must... strategize. Will you assist us by waiting for them near the bridge not far from here? We may be receiving more help from elsewhere, but we have not been alerted by either of the two factions about any others, so just expect the one.
Karma nods and Makarov cast him a small thanks before retreating back into his tent, while Frank bows and walks back to the tent which the source of the drunken clamor resonates, yelling as soon as he walks in the tent. Karma turns and walks toward the East exit. A guard puts his fist to his chest as Karma passes by.
"Lord Karmann sir! Be safe out there, who knows what foul creatures lurk in the night!"
Karma nods at that.
Thank you guardsman, but please, just call me Karma... Sir Karma if you must.
"Oh... Y-Yes Lord - I mean, Sir Karma..."
Karma smiles and continues walking. He extends his wings and covers his body with them before whooshing them back, revealing him in his adult form. He still has the same features, but he is more muscular and toned, and his armor makes him slightly intimidating. He goes forth to the bridge, walking for about a mile before standing on his knees. He pulls out his sword, a hand-and-a-half sword, and stabs it into one of the cracks in the road. There isn't much of a difference, as the crack is already quite large, but there's an audible shirk as the metal slides across rock before resting a few inches deep in the dirt below.
And now... we wait... *sigh*

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((The driver has an accent))
((Cyll also speaks in 3rd person ._.))

Cyll was riding in the back of a small wagon, it wouldn't be too much longer before his arrival. Then his driver spoke. "So I here you're gonna help out the Holy Alliance, this true?"

"Yes. Cyll has been commissioned to help in a raid. Dark forces base."

"Ah, well break a leg then yeah?"

"Cyll has no intention of being injured in his first endeavour."

"It means good luck. Geez... you really are ancient. Gah, you're lucky. Never hav'n to age an all."

As the wagon stopped in front of a bridge, Cyll got up and jumped over the side, landing on the stone with no problem. He looked at a man merely sitting there with a sword in the ground. "You are here to stop Cyll? Cyll's buisiness is not with you, let Cyll pass." He stood there, awaiting his answer. He hadn't been told that anyone would be waiting there for him, so it must've been an enemy, or something of the sort, Cyll thought.
 

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Karma opens his eyes and looks up at the man, who's name was, obviously, Cyll.
Depends, Cyll, these are troubled times. Who do you vouch for? I was told that there was someone coming from the M.E, and that I'm supposed to escort them to the base.
Karma stands and stomps on the cross-guard of his blade. It flies up, spinning like a wheel, before Karma reaches in and grabs it perfectly by the handle. He sheathes it and crosses his arms.
If you're not the guy, you can turn around now; There are detours for a reason. If you are him, then begin unloading whatever you brought, I'll help you carry them. What say you, Cyll, friend or foe?
 
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Cyll blinked at the seemingly strange response. "Cyll has an... escort?" He walked around to the back of the wagon and grabbed a single crate, along with a rolled up paper bound with red ribbon. He set the crate down and motioned for the driver to leave. He then tossed the paper over to Karma. The paper reads:
Lord Makarov of the Holy Alliance,

This man is the only support the M.E. will be lending you for the time being, but he is capable. He has no need for your arms or armor, he already has his own. Please note, he has been known to lash out at anyone who strikes his as "evil", as he has explained. I am sure that he can be of use at some point or another.


Cyll then picked up his crate and walked up to the man.
"Cyll's things. Cyll can carry them. Now, you lead me to base?"
 

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Karma shrugs and turns, leading the way back to base.
After a good 15 minutes or so, Karma claps his hands and rubs them together.
Right, here we are, welcome to one of the last Holy Alliance bases. We'll be safe from here until we leave again. You can tell because they've salted the ground here, see?
Karma points to the thick layer of white powder spread on the ground.
I have no idea how it works, but it does, so I guess that's good. One moment please, I've got to do something real quick.
Karma's wings unfold and cover him again. When he pulls them back, he's in his childish state again.
Alright, let's go, this way!
Karma leads on, pointing to the various places.
This probably isn't important to you, since you're a robot and all, but over there is the food hall... That's where everyone's at right now. Over there are the tents, we all have to pair up on tents, and since we're both sort of outsiders, we have a tent on the far side of camp set up for the both of us. Lastly, that huge tent over there is Makarov's tent. Come on, he'll want to talk to you!
 
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"Salted ground... expels dark forces?" He looked down at the salt, it seemed very odd to him but whatever works. Next, the man leading Cyll had transformed into a... child? "Wait. How does... [unidentified] know I am non-organic?" He didn't know the man, no, boy's name so he was simply referred to as unidentified. Cyll followed him to the tent he said belonged to 'Makarov'. "Cyll supposes that it would indeed be good to introduce Cyll to his new superior."

((my posts are getting smaller and smaller apparently ._.))
 

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((Lol, it's ok, this is the last post I'll be making for the night though))
Karma leads him to Makarov's tent and pulls a small chain, and it slowly pulls back up playing a tinkling version of the Holy Alliance's charging song. Makarov opens one of the cloth flaps to see Karma and Cyll.
((Giving Makarov a voice now, he's kind of important.))
[BCOLOR=#999999]You're back... Surprisingly early... Come in, I'm just finishing my... work...[/BCOLOR]
Makarov pulls a string before letting go of the door, and it keeps the door in place as Makarov walks back in. Karma follow, and lets out a little squeak as he covers his mouth. There's a demon pinned to a wooden chair, and there is a knife stuck through the back of it's hand and into the arm of the chair. Makarov approaches it without hesitation and yanks the knife out, grinning as it elicits a yelp from the demon.
[BCOLOR=#999999]We'll finish this later demon, I have guests... Remember, try and escape and I will punish you much more... thoroughly...[/BCOLOR]
Makarov pulls a lever and the chair falls backward, dumping the demon into a hole in the ground leading to the underground prison.
[BCOLOR=#999999]Well then, now that that's out of the way, we can get to formalities. I am High Lord Makarov, Master of Dueling; and this man who volunteered to be your escort is Karma, Avenger of Vael the Priest. Now that formalities are out of the way, let's get to business. I want you to lead a small squadron of our mages that will be backing us up by attacking and reinforcing us with spells as we push a frontal assault on the Northern wall. We'll also have our cavalry hang back with you until we've at least broken through their defenses, in which case all of you can close in. You can thank our demon friend from a moment ago for this bit of info; The wall isn't very well defended, so if we take out some of the guards first, we'll have the advantage of surprise. Any questions?[/BCOLOR]
 
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Cyll followed Karma into the large tent, meeting the man called Makarov there. He had apparently been torturing information out of a demon. For this, Cyll wasn't sure which was worse, the demon for being a demon, or this man for taking pleasure in its pain. For now, Cyll would just listen to what he and to say.

As Makarov explained the plan, Cyll nodded. It was indeed sound, but it seemed a bit off. The fortress they were to raid should be more protected. "Just one thing Cyll wishes to add. This sounds like a trap. For a dark fortress, should it not be much more protected than Makarov makes it out to be?"
 

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Karma pokes his head in next to Cyll all anime-like as he speaks.
Don't worry, Makarov's a pretty hard guy to lie to, and he's a master strategist! If it was a trap, I'm sure he'd know! Anyways, it's not really a fortress per say, it's just that the main keep is surrounded by some makeshift wooden walls. It's actually more like a village, though it's mainly made up of non-humans, so you could call it a clan!
Makarov nods towards Karma, though it's a very stiff movement.
[BCOLOR=#999999]Yes, that's correct Karma, I see that you've been looking over the battle plans, well done. Also, it should be noted that the sooner the dark forces realize that we're there, the worse off the citizens of the village will be. We'll try to stay hidden, but if I see anything amiss, I won't hold back my forces.[/BCOLOR]
Umm, what's that supposed to mean?...
Makarov looks annoyed as he look at Karma.
[BCOLOR=#999999]It mean's that if whoever I sent can't handle it, that's their fault. Will that be all, or can I get back to my work?[/BCOLOR]
Karma looks taken aback, but he nods. Makarov was known to snap often, especially more recently.
 
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"Cyll has no more to say here." With that, Cyll just stepped outside. Attacking a village, it didn't seem right. Maybe the dark forces had taken control of it and they were just there to liberate the place. But Makarov had said this was to be a raid. Cyll would just have to wait and see. He set his crate down, waiting. It's not like he had anything he needed to do anyway.
 
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What was he doing here, Luke was just a drifter, apparently being a "Wild Card" really made a reputation, sure he fought off some demons in the village, but that was not for being a "hero", it was cause they invaded a really good bar and a good ruckus was something that Reynard couldn't pass up.

But before he could set off to the next town, the town's leaders decided to make him represent them, they were desperate, besides he always wanted to travel to a Holy Alliance Compound and here he was at a bridge with a large cracks down the middle.

"[BCOLOR=#333300]Well someone likes to have their bridges be all dramatic[/BCOLOR]" He muttered that to himself as he went down the bridge hoping that something as falling into the chasm below wouldn't be the way he'd go out.

Crossing that he looked around noting the bridge and tents, now he had to play a guessing game, great.

Well he had no time for that and decided this place needed the Reynard method of introduction.

Crouching down, he felt the salty earth and with a grin summoned a few blockheads, with a wave of the hand he placed the statues at the windows of the base and the back of tents, all with silly faces, one rose from the ground connected to the others in a way that let his little figures echo his voice, so he had one thing to say.

"[BCOLOR=#333300]Hey YO! Luke Reynard here, on the wings of a prayer, the village below requests I speak to ya heroes![/BCOLOR] "

Now he summoned a small stump and sat down, he then pulled out his satchel and reached into its depths to pull out his guitar, he started strumming a few notes to a disorganized song awaiting to see who would show up.
 

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Karma exits the Makarov's tent and hears strumming, immediately honing into the sound.
Hey, Cyll, do you hear that? There's no-one sober enough to play any instruments on their own, which means... There's someone else here! They can't be bad, since there's salt on the ground... right?
 
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Cyll looked over at the boy who had just exited the tent belonging to Makarov. "Cyll does not know how well this salt stuff works. But, someone else has entered the area." Cyll began walking towards a weird stone pillar with a face on it. "And Cyll thinks they're a tad odd..."
 
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He noticed the two coming out of the tent and waved at them.

"[BCOLOR=#333300]Bought time! I was bout to play a lullaby for myself[/BCOLOR]" He scanned the two, a kid and a guy who looked like he hasn't smiled in a million years, he shrugged, if that was what counted as heroes well who was he to judge.

He was about to get up and greet them but then remembered the scroll from the village mayor. He pulled out his satchel, putting the guitar away and started rummaging through it.

He pulled out a broom and threw it to the side, then an axe, a wand, a cracked orb, then he quickly pulled away as a crab latched on to one of his fingers, after getting it off he started to worry cause he was sure he put it in there before he set out.

Finally he got his hands on a letter and finally walked over to the two.
Tab 1
Mayor Bruin Rosenberg
We know we should agreed with leaving our safety with the Alliance, but our village is under constant attack, the town wishes to feel more protected, so to let my people know they are secured, I have selected a champion, he is very capable and will do the job regardless of his disingenuous nature.

Send my apologizes and greetings to Marakrov.

-M.B.R



He grinned as he showed this off. He moved it around as though he was waiting for them to be impressed.

He will fight for that Mayor, he owed him even if it was a tad forced. So if he was going to be here he was going to get along with his comrades. First was to let the kid know he was on the level.

"[BCOLOR=#333300]So what do ya say fellas, comrades?[/BCOLOR]" His grin never leaving his face as he did a two finger salute with a wink.

and to make the other guy laugh.

"[BCOLOR=#333300]Hey check this out[/BCOLOR]" He then did the good old detachable thumb trick to see if it amused the tin man. He hoped to get some fun out of this.
 
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A voice from well, the complete opposite direction of where Cyll was looking caught him off-guard a tad, then he turned to see a man sitting on a stump with a guitar. He started pulling... all kinds of random stuff out of a satchel. Cyll only watched as he pulled out a broom, an axe, a wand, a cracked orb, and... a crab, and finally a letter. When the guy walked up and showed it off, Cyll read it immediately. A simple introduction letter, almost like what he had been given, but it was viable as far as he could tell. When he did the 'missing thumb trick', Cyll found his validation. He was correct. "Cyll thought right, odd one."
((Pssh, Cyll doesn't know what humor is :P)
 

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Karma claps in amusement at the thumb trick, laughing and bouncing on his heels. Even his wings flutter a bit, and if he had a tail, it'd probably be wagging right now.
WOWIE! How did you do that?! The only trick I know is how to do is this.
Karma puts his hand to his mouth and makes a weird sound whistling sound. A moment or two later, an owl lands on his head.
I still don't know his name, but I'll get it one day!
 
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Well at least he got one person, but the other guy;

"[BCOLOR=#333300]Not a smile, not even a chuckle[/BCOLOR]" He was a little bummed.

Well he wasn't going to give up, he'd get the other guy to crack a smile at least once, maybe later when introductions were over.

(Even if Luke knew that he'd still try)

Wait, how did the kid do that with the bird, wait! The kid had wings!?

Well, it seems he would ask about that later.

OH NO! He almost slapped himself on the head.

"[BCOLOR=#333300]Aw Hell, I'm being rude aren't I, my name is Luke Reynard, Drifter, and apparently errand boy, so who are ya and what's the game plan fellas?[/BCOLOR] "
 

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Karma shakes his head and the owl flies off into the night.
Right! I'm Karma, and this is Cyll. Hey Cyll, go on and head over to our tent, you'll know it when you see it... 'Cuz it's glowing on the outside. Come on Luke, Makarov should have something you can do that'll help!
Without waiting for a response from either of them, Karma's already started skip/walking to Makarov's tent.
 
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When Cyll saw the owl land on top of the boy's head, he looked up at it and spoke. "Useful. Recon." He then looked back over to the man who struck him as odd. "Now identified as 'Luke'." When told to leave, Cyll picked up his crate and walked over to the glowing tent that the boy had described. He lifted off the lid and pulled out a broken steel spearhead, which he proceeded to eat, melting it a little as he did so. Yes that's right, Cyll eats molten metal so he can create stuff out of it later.
 
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