Neptune

Location: Town of Kalath Glenn chuckled a little at Luna’s exuberant words, “I’m glad you like the place.” He said with a smile, before turning away as he picked up a glass and cleaned it. However he paused, seeming to tense a little at Rayvenne’s observation as well as Luna’s question. He put the glass back down before he turned back around and looked at Luna with a slightly furrowed look. After a moment he looked at Rayvenne before glancing at the other customer still eating. He then said, “Let’s not be concerned with that.” He coughed a little before saying, “But, it’s been a long time since we’ve seen you, Rayvenne. It would be nice to be able to talk to you a little later, don’t you think?” Despite the casualness of the question, and it seeming to be nothing more than an invitation to catch up, Rayvenne caught the hidden message. He needed to talk to her about something. So she nodded, “Sure. I would love to. I should have some free time later.” She said. “Good. Good!” Glenn smiled, looking quite relieved. A nervous tension seemed to drain from him before he turned and continued cleaning his glass. Rayvenne cocked an eyebrow, wondering just what was wrong. It was something he clearly didn’t want to talk about in front of other customers, which made her wonder if it was something he wanted her help with. Well, since he had always been kind to her, she would help as best as she could. The door behind the bar opened and a portly woman with kind brown eyes and chocolate brown hair tied back in a bun. She was carrying two large plates which had a bowl of soup as well as six thick slices of brown bread. She gave Luna, the first one she saw, a warm smile, “Here you go, sweetheart. Eat up! I hope you enjoy it!” She said as she carefully put the plate down in front of the rabbit girl. Once Luna had responded, she moved over to Rayvenne and put her plate down in front of her, “Well, it’s been a while since we’ve seen you, Rayvenne. I’m glad to see you’re making friends!” She said, referring to Luna. Rayvenne held her breath for a moment before she said, “Luna is my employer. I’m helping her.” “I see. I see.” The woman said, her tone indicating that she didn’t quite believe her. She then turned and moved back over to Luna, “It’s nice to see her finally making some friends. I hope you look after her, alright?” She said with a wide smile, causing Rayvenne to sigh and wish she could facepalm. She settled for rubbing her forehead, before shaking her head and picking up a piece of bread to start eating.

Daedrin and Izanagi are currently in a side story adventure thread. But since Chiyako said it's alright, I don't mind someone else joining Rayvenne and Luna. Not at all!

Just got around to reading it. She sounds like a really interesting character And quite a sad history there. At the moment, I think there are two groups having adventures at the moment. There is Rayvenne and Luna, played by myself and @Chiyako. And then there is Daedrin and Izanagi, played by myself and @Akira. Although the three of us were planning on having these characters meet up for another potential adventure once their current adventures were done. We haven't decided what we're going to do yet though. I don't have any other characters free at the moment. Some are waiting on other people due to plot reasons. A large plot that will hopefully start moving once @Temaelrin has sorted his characters out.

I look forwards to reading what you've got. I peaked in on them the other day, but you have only just started on them.

Location: Town of Kalath “Of course you can.” Glenn said with a smile at Luna. He seemed to be resisting the urge to reach out and tweak her chin in a paternally affectionate manner, “I’ve got some potato and leek soup on to cook. Comes with some slices of fresh bread. Will that be good for you both?” “That will be fine. Thank you, Glenn.” Rayvenne said with a ghost of a smile before she moved off towards the corner of the room where she slipped into a chair. She interlocked her fingers as she leaned her arms on the table in front of her as her dark gaze moved around the room. Glenn had shuffled off, disappearing behind a door to deal with their order. There was a loud snore from the sleeping patron before he jerked awake and lifted his head to stare with blurry eyes around the common room. He seemed to wipe his mouth with his sleeve before grumbling to himself. He got to his feet and stumbled towards the front door. He paused at the entrance, holding onto the door frame for support before he stumbled out onto the street, leaving just Rayvenne, Luna and the man eating his soup. She had expected it to be a little more busy at this time of the day, especially with the market in town. She worried that perhaps the owners weren’t exactly making the money they used to. She watched as Glenn came back, still smiling as he usually did. He saw her looking and said, “Lorna will be out with your food soon!” He then turned and went back to cleaning his tankards with his cloth. Rayvenne sighed and leaned forwards a little before commenting to Luna, “I expected it to a little busier in here. Glenn and Lorna are very gracious hosts, and there is a bustling market. I wonder why it’s so… empty.” She frowned a little, feeling quite concerned. It seemed too unusual.

Daedrin tilted his head slightly when Izanagi calmly informed him that he wanted to do a test. He curbed his irritation, though. With the thing watching them, Daedrin was feeling the urge to move as quickly as possible in an attempt to get out of their searching gaze. It was irrational, though, because he knew there was nowhere they could hide from it. They either had to wait it out, or Daedrin was going to have to find a way to destroy it. He glanced towards the entrance where Izanagi was before he reached up and allowed his gloved hands to trace a golden necklace that was around his neck. With a sigh he brushed dirt onto the fire causing it to die out, before he spread the remains so that there was little trace of their ever being there. He then stood up, stretching his tense muscles before he paused and looked out of the cave as he heard a powerful blast of wind. He remained where he was, listening carefully before cursing slightly. He wishes that Izanagi was not showing off his abilities. Not now. Not when they had too much of the bad interest. The angels were, to him, small fry compared to the beast that lurked invisible. When they made camp again, and he was alone, then he might try and ask for help. He jerked a little when he heard Izanagi’s voice and he realised that the man had walked past him and was gathering his things. Daedrin coughed a little, low in his throat, “I suppose that’s something good that has come from this… incident.” He said, moving over to Daegrin and stroking his cheek before gripping his reins and leading him out of the cavern. Once they were free, he mounted up on the Aelda and nudged him forwards at a walk. They were in an area where the path was a little treacherous, and he didn’t want Daegrin or Lucky to slip and fall. With any luck, they would reach the mining sight by evening. However it seemed that luck was not on their side. Daedrin pulled Daegrin to a stop when he saw a large boulder that blocked their path. They couldn’t move around it, at least not with the horses. The boulder was so large that it completely blocked the path. Unfortunately, this was the only way to the mine, and there was no alternative route. He looked over at Izanagi and asked, “Is there any way that you can take care of that?”

Donovan looked wildly around himself as the world around him disappeared only to be replaced by something he instantly recognised as Patriots Park. He had been there many times, sometimes on dates with Charlotte or with Lily. However it was quiet. Eerily so. It made him feel quite uncomfortable, as he was used to it bustling with activity and noise of patrons who visited the park. Despite his lonely nature, and the fact that he would love to walk through an empty park, this screamed wrong. On so many levels. He couldn’t shake it off. It made his skin crawl. His arm computer then started beeping at him and he raised his arm to look at it. His eyes then raised at the projection that was now hovering in front of him, stating that the Game Field Stage had been automatically selected for him. There seemed to be an option for him to change it, however he decided to stick with what he had for the meantime. He had little idea what was going on, and he was wondering if he had somehow been kidnapped from his office. He saw that he could use voice commands, to tentatively tried it, “Stick with current Game Field Stage.” He said. It indicated that it registered his command, before the screen told him that he had now been transformed. He blinked before looking down at himself, “What the hell?” He asked out loud. His suit had disappeared, to be replaced with something entirely different. He was wearing some kind of military uniform which was white in colour. He had a black belt wrapped around his waist, as the torso piece stopped just below his arse. The collar and shoulders were black in colour, with a gold trim. He also had some kind of golden broach that was a circle, with two small ‘legs’ that came out from the bottom, arching away from each other. There was also a piece that striked through the middle of the circle horizontally. His cuffs were black in colour as well, with two bands of gold that wrapped around it. He had skin-hugging white trousers that seemed to reach his ankle but he wasn’t entirely sure as he had a pair of black boots that reached up to the middle of his thigh. On the outside of the boots were three golden buttons. Wrapped around his shoulders and falling down his back to mid-shin was a clark that sported a hood. It came together at the front in a bow-like fashion, bound together by another broach. This one was a golden, slightly elongated pentagon with a cross in the centre. There was a gold piece that emerged from the side, with a golden chain that attached itself to a golden circle that was attached to a black shoulder pad that lay across his left shoulder. It was an interesting outfit to be sure, and he wondered what he looked like. Movement out of the corner of his eye made him look back up at the screen which told him that he was about to meet an AI that would help him learn how to use the functions of his arm computer. One of his eyebrows rose, and he found himself curious as to who this was. At yet at the same time, his body tensed in anticipation of the unknown. He then stared ahead as a large green pipe like structure. It looked like something taken from some kind of game but he couldn’t be sure as he wasn’t one to really play many games. It was either that or some poor CGI movie. He took an involuntary step back when a male voice sounded from within the pipe. His gaze sharpened as he watched the pipe carefully. However his gaze blanked out when the figure jumped out to stand before him. It was the strangest thing he had ever seen. It looked like some kind of real life anime character. He couldn’t help but to be rendered speechless by it. He wasn’t sure what to make of it. He glanced around cautiously for a moment before he looked back at the figure, “Who the hell are you? And what the hell is going on?” He asked. He normally wasn’t one to swear so much, but after the strange events of the last couple of days, he felt he deserved a few allowances.

Location: Town of Kalath Rayvenne glanced over her shoulder towards Luna as she fed her horse a carrot, before she shook her head slightly and opened the door to the inn and stepped inside. Like most inns, it had a low hanging ceiling and was dimly lit. There was wooden tables and chairs within the main room, tightly fitted together but not so close to be cramped. The floor was made of stone that was littered lightly with straw. On the far end of the main room was a stone fireplace, that had a fire roaring inside of it which radiated a comforting warmth throughout the entire room. Along the right wall was a bar that had stools sitting close to it. There was only a few people in the room at this time of day. One was eating some kind of soup, while another was lying on the table, snoring. The man behind the bar was a little on the portly side, his hairline receding and his clothes were somewhat clean. But he had kind eyes and a cheery smile as he was cleaning the tankards. He looked up when the two of them walked in and his smile seemed to beam across the room, “Rayvenne! It’s been a long time I’ve seen you! You’re looking well! You haven’t aged a bit!” He said. With a slight grimace, Rayvenne came forwards to stand next to the bar, “I know, Glenn. I’ve been travelling around a lot. I haven’t had the chance to drop by Kalath for a while… How’s Olivia?” “Oh, she’s doing well. Very well. Married now, to the local blacksmith. She couldn’t be happier!” Glenn said, beaming with pride. His eyes then shifted to look at Luna, “And who is this lovely young lady?” He asked. “She’s my employer. I’m helping her with a quest of hers.” Rayvenne said, deciding to allow Luna to speak for herself in her introduction. The man looked at Luna appraisingly before smiling kindly at her, “I’m Glenn, and I’m glad to meet you.” He introduced himself, putting down his tankard and the cloth that he had been using to clean it, “Can I get you two anything?” He then asked. “At the moment, just a room.” Rayvenne said, slipping a hand into her pouch and pulling out some copper coins which she put on the bar counter. Glenn reached forwards and used his fingers to shift them a little as he counted them. He then swiped the coins from the surface and said, “Alright, Rayvenne. Second door on the right when you go upstairs. And you know the way to the stable. It’s still there.” He then grinned at the two of them.

Location: Town of Kalath “I can’t imagine as to why they let you go.” Rayvenne said in a dry tone at Luna’s comment regarding her incident with some bandits. Either she had talked so much that she had made friends with them. Or she had chatted so much that it was less trouble for them to simply let her go. So it was a guess as to whether it was a good, or bad thing. Rayvenne knew for certain that she wouldn’t want that rambling chatting to be turned on her. She wasn’t sure how long she would be able to take it. She could handle it in small bursts, but someone constantly talking? No, that wasn’t something she would want. She was too used to silence, and being alone other than Raeghan. The two crossed the bridge and walked the short cobblestone bath to the town gate. The guards that stood on either side eyed her suspiciously, but didn’t comment as the two of them passed. As soon as they were through the gate, they found themselves in a small clear area with market stalls erected as merchants enticed customers to their booth to buy their wares. Rayvenne looked around before saying to Luna, “You’re in luck I see. The market is in. So you can sell, and buy stuff. But first, I think we should find an inn to stay for the night. Otherwise there might not be a room to rent later.” She knew the perfect inn as well. It wasn’t that far from the front gate, and it wasn’t that expensive either. But nor was it filthy and run down like a number of other inns. Not only that, but the owner of the establishment was one of the few people that treated her with any sort of kindness. He had been grateful when she had saved his daughter from a werewolf that had been stalking the land around the town. She lead the way through the bustling market, ignoring the irritated glances thrown her way until she reached one of the side streets which she lead Luna down until they arrived at a building with a sign above the door that indicated an inn. The lettering carved above the door read ‘The Royal King’. She dismounted, drawing Maedoc closer and tying him to the pole outside, “Come on. Let’s go and rent a room.” She addressed Luna.

I think that seems quite fair all around.

Donovan arrived at work earlier than he had anticipated. Traffic had been almost non-existent on the road that morning. It was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing, because it meant that he wouldn’t be late to work, and a curse because it was likely that he was earlier than most of his colleagues which meant sitting around waiting for them to show up. Laura was the type to either show up on time, or late. She was never early. When he got out of his car, he closed and locked the door before looking around to see that the car park was relatively empty. The Superintendent was in, as well as a few that worked with him, but otherwise it was empty. Due to his rather recluse nature, Donovan knew of the people that were already here but he wasn’t friends with them. Casual acquaintances at best. Still, he had a book hidden in his desk which he could read while waiting. Unless of course, he found that Game Image the note was talking about. He paused just before the doors of the side entrance, frowning a little. He pulled out his identification card and swiped it through the card reader, causing the door to buzz as it unlocked. He opened it up and stepped inside, his feet carrying him towards his office. He was uncomfortable with someone knowing so much about him. Like where he worked, and his daughters name. They no doubt knew where he lived as well. He hoped that the person would not use that information for ill, but the cynical side of him doubted that. He would need to watch his back. He arrived at his office, where he pulled out his keys and unlocked the door before slipping inside and closing it behind him. He moved over to his desk and slipped into his seat, pressing the power button on the computer as he did so. He looked around his desk, analysing everything carefully. It looked as if everything was in order. Nothing was out of place, as far as he could tell. He opened up the top drawer of his desk, peering into the neatly laid out contents. He then froze when he found himself looking at a small cardboard box that had not been there the day before. It had a label on it, with printed text on it that spelt out his name. Carefully, he picked it up and turned it over. It was sealed carefully, and done with a professional flare. He hesitated a few moments before he pulled out a penknife that he usually kept on his person. He sliced through the tape before opening it up and finding a USB-like device inside which was light blue in colour. Slowly, he snapped the knife close and put it away before putting the cardboard box down on the desk. If this was some hacker, than they had some serious dedication to their prank. If it wasn’t… He shook his head as he couldn’t quite believe what was going on. Out of everyone in this city… why him? What did this person hope that he could do? Carefully, he picked up the USB and turned it over in his hand before he looked at his personal computer that, like the night before, sported the Hero OS. He sighed through his nose, before he decided to bite the bullet. His curiosity was getting the better of him. But he was determined to find out who this mysterious person was. If this was a high ranking person in the government or consortium, then he would need to be careful. But as a Detective, he had access to certain resources that a normal person would not. He would send the box to forensics, and see what they make of it as well as hunt down any leads regarding the Hero OS. Such as if others had it, or he was the only one. As for the USB… he plugged it into his arm computer. It slid satisfyingly into place before he looked at the screen to see what happened. It seemed to be loading something onto the computer, and a glance at the files it was something to do with the Tutorial Game Field. He remembered from the tutorial video, which told him that in order to start the tutorial, he needed to say ‘Tutorial Start’, as it was voice activated. So he waited for the loading to finish before he said, “Tutorial Start.” He continued watching the arm computer to see what would happen. Whether it would die on him due to some virus, or something completely different. However the world around him disappeared…

I've just updated Donovan's profile with a better picture, plus a couple of pictures of his in-game clothing ^^

Daedrin’s eyes glistened with interest when Izanagi describe his relationship with Odium, as he found it quite interesting. Ultimately, he didn’t think that his friend was a bad person. Most people would assume he was due to Odium’s presence. But then most people assume that demonic always equalled evil. However, Daedrin was aware that things were never so black and white. Still, he found it curious that Izanagi thought of the demon as some kind of partner and her certainly treated Odium like a friend, such as his playful banter that held no bite or malice behind it. He assumed that Odium’s voice was only heard by Izanagi unless he took control of his body, and he wondered if Odium had said something to make the man chuckle. He didn’t think of it as strange, though. Afterall, he had his own companion but they were not as vocal as Odium seemed to be. He avoided that line of thought, and instead continued focusing on Izanagi. He gave a slight nod at his friends description of the Wrathful Blazerker. From the sounds of it, Izanagi didn’t seem particularly happy with the thought of this creature taking him over and making him lose complete control. Daedrin knew that he hated losing control over himself like that. The more Izanagi spoke about it, the more Daedrin could see similarities to himself. If he flew into a deep rage, he lost complete control of himself. He becomes a mindless beast that attacks everything and everyone around him, including friends. The only thing people could do is either knock him unconscious or wait until the rage had subsided. In a quiet tone, he said, “I think I understand.” Daedrin continued to stare into the fire as they lapsed into silence until Izanagi responded to his warning about the angels. He looked up towards his friend, watching the light of the fire flicker across the man’s handsome face as he spoke. Daedrin couldn’t help but nod his head in agreement when Izanagi made the comment that while he didn’t remember the fight while he was the Wrathful Blazerker, he was sure that a lot of energy was released which clearly made it easier for the angels to track him down despite being flown here on Eldyr-back rather than travelling along the ground. A fact that concerned Daedrin. He brought his attention back to his companion as he continued talking. Daedrin frowned a little at his words, as his worry that they would either come back or report to others was justified. From his description, these angels sounded remarkably like Celestial’s. Overpowering pride and stubbornness. He sighed a little as he said, “Then we can expect to see more? How… irritating… I hope we can somehow get them off of our trail…” He trailed off with a slightly thoughtful frown. He really hoped they would not come back because he really didn’t want to have to deal with more trouble. He then shifted, feeling himself become more alert than before. There was a creeping sensation that ran up his spine, causing chills to radiate through his body until it reached his back where the hairs stood on end. He could the overwhelming sensation that he was being watched and he had to resist every urge to not shift into his Eldyr form and snarl. He felt as if he was being eyed up by a dangerous predator and he was trapped, with nowhere to run. He straightened his back a little and casually looked around but he couldn’t see anything. And he knew Izanagi couldn’t see it either, but he knew it was there. He doubted his friend could sense it either, but he had a strong suspicion as to what it was. It made him want to get out of there as soon as possible. Trying to keep his composure, despite his sharp and alert eyes, he turned his head to look back at Izanagi, “Ready to travel?” He asked. He didn’t voice what he suspected to be there, sharing the cave with them because he knew the moment they knew it would be the end of both of their lives, and there was nothing either of them could do to stop it.

Location: Craethiel Wilds, Southern part of Idgara Forest near Kalath. “I’m sorry to hear that you were attacked, madam. We try and take care of those low-life scum when and where we can. But they are good at hiding among the forest.” The guard said, giving Luna a little smile as he was clearly charmed by her cheerful demeanor. He glanced at her wagon before he returned his attention back to her, “Alright, madam. I don’t see anything wrong here. There is a health clinic in town if you wish to find anyone that needs your help. I hope you enjoy your stay here in Kalath.” He said, turning his horse around and riding back towards his patrol position. As he passed Rayvenne he looked at her and told her firmly, “No funny business, Hunter. We will not hesitate to run you through.” He glared at her before he and the group ran off. Rayvenne watched them ride off with unreadable dark eyes before she remarked without much irony, “Well that was quite friendly.” She then looked over her shoulder at Luna, “That was good… if a little rambly. But pretty disarming for a egotistical man like him.” She said, nudging Maedoc again to continue walking except this time she rode beside Luna. She had seen how much Luna had disarmed the man with her cheerful and open-seeming greeting. It seemed like her attitude had some advantages after all. She was good with dealing with certain types of people, although Rayvenne knew it wouldn’t work on everyone. It certainly didn’t work on her, but she could see that Luna was basically harmless unless you attacked her. She didn’t seem to have a malicious bone in her body. The cynical part of her suggested that it could just merely be an act to hide her true nature, but Rayvenne doubted it. The sound of hooves thudding against the forest floor gave way to the sharper sound of hooves against stone as they started over the slightly arched bridge. She looked out over the side to see the water tumbling beneath the stone structure. The water itself was quite dark in colour, not allowing her to see that much beneath its surface. But she could see small circles appearing, suggesting that there was a number of fish in the river. Her eyes moved to the bank where she saw a couple of elderly men with fishing poles. They didn’t seem to be paying much attention to the pole, or even the river. They seemed to be talking earnestly with each other, and she decided that perhaps they were old friends. Rayvenne allowed her eyes to slide off of them and towards the village that loomed ahead of them on the other side of the bridge.

Location: Craethiel Wilds, Southern part of Idgara Forest. As Luna mounted up on her horse again, Raeghan took flight again, his black wings flaring before he disappeared into the forest once again to scout on ahead to keep an eye out for more trouble. Rayvenne watched him until he disappeared from view before she turned to look towards Luna once again. She raised one of her dark eyebrows before she said, “Where what you want. Or not wear what you want. I don’t really care all that much. But I will certainly be wearing something.” She then turned around and moved back over to Maedoc, mounting up on the large stallion. She gripped the reins and nudged the large horse forwards at a trot to quickly eat up the distance between them and the town of Kalath. While she wasn’t particularly bothered about sharing the same bed as Luna, she was quite bothered by the thought of sleeping naked with her. She was not one for social norms, thus didn’t care that Luna even suggesting that she sleep naked with a stranger, was considered rude and inappropriate. But she herself would never let anyone see her naked. Not because she was ashamed of her body. She just didn’t like displaying openly how much of a freak of nature she was. The last time anyone had seen her in any kind of intimate light was… a very long time ago. Quite likely long before Luna was even born. She didn’t look that old. Not that Rayvenne had inquired. Nor did she want to. She roused from her thoughts when another sound intruded on the sound of hooves thudding against the leaf strewn forest floor. She could hear the clinking of armour and the sound of wood impacting. She looked ahead and saw the bridge was now in view, as well as the roofs of the town of Kalath. She slowed Maedoc down to a walk, glancing behind her at Luna, “Guards ahead.” She warned before turning back around. The guards seemed to have taken notice of the group and came forwards, riding various coloured steeds that looked rather puny next to Maedoc. Rayvenna pulled them to a stop, watching the guards approach with a wary glance. Their gaze was just as wary as they came closer. “State your business, Hunter.” One of the guards demanded of her in a cold and unwelcome tone. Rayvenne just continued to stare at them for a few moments before she replied in a voice devoid of emotions, “Just passing through. I am escorting Miss Luna to Kalath where she wishes to conduct her own business. That is all.” The guard gave a skeptical grunt, eyeing Rayvenne with dislike before he looked at Luna with a more friendly glance, “Business?” He asked, as if Rayvenne’s reasons were not enough to convince him. The other guards remained tense, their hands cocked near their weapons as if they expected an attack any moment, with most of them glancing towards Rayvenne as if they expected her to be the source of danger.

Location: Craethiel Wilds, Southern part of Idgara Forest. When Luna started to scratch the back of his neck, Raeghan leaned into the caress. His blood red eyes half closed and he relaxed his posture as he enjoyed the attention from her. It felt a little strange to be clean the way she had made him, since he had often made do with baths in small amounts of water which had always sufficed but he always had to be careful not to get his feathers completely soaked as that made flying easier. But this was… nice. He couldn’t wait to have a good, hot bath when he was human again. That was second on his list after the getting laid part. He knew for certain that Rayvenne wouldn’t oblige him, but he remained hopeful that Luna would. At Luna’s request, Rayvenne’s eyebrows furrowed a little. She felt a little confused, wondering what was wrong with her wagon. She could only guess that, for once, Luna wished to sleep in a real bed instead of in her wagon. A desire she felt she could understand, as sometimes it was nice to just have a change of scenery. But then, for Rayvenne, it was rare for her to spend more than one night in a single bed because she kept on moving and heading to new places. But, given who she was, she wasn’t going to ask as for all she knew, the reason was quite private and the last thing Rayvenne wanted to do was invade in someone’s privacy. She inclined her head slightly, “It will save money to only get the one room… we can split the cost. I can sleep on the floor if needs be.” She then realised how that sounded, and added, “It’s not the first time I’ve done that. It’s not the most comfortable way to sleep, but far more comfortable than most. I’ve spent most of the recent years sleeping on the ground because I travel a lot.” The corner of her lip twitched a little before she added, “I know this Kingdom like the back of my hand. Including all the back routes.” Raeghan cawed a little, ruffling his feathers before he looked over at Rayvenne before he resumed leaning into Luna’s petting.

Daedrin took the water skin back, giving a sharp nod of his head, “Good. Glad to hear he’s alright.” He said, standing up again and putting the water skin away. He then returned, sitting back down next to the fire and stirring it by adding another stick to it. He remained quiet for a moment, relishing the warmth that the fire spread throughout the small cave. He looked back at Izanagi and said, “It seems that Odium was a little quicker on the ball in telling me than you were. It was a good thing to. I think he just wanted to make sure you were safe, and to make me the back up plan just in case you did lose control.” He said, before giving his friend a slight grin, “It was quite the fight, though. I haven’t seen anything like it. No matter what that Soulless did to you, you shrugged it off as if she was merely poking you. I have seen a lot of strange and wonderful things in my days but I think that rates in the top five.” He then paused, considering whether or not to tell Izanagi about their little visitors. He couldn’t be sure that they wouldn’t come back to track Izanagi down, and it would be better to know than for him to move around in ignorance and completely vulnerable to a surprise attack. And on another level, Izanagi deserved to know that his little demonstration attracted unwanted attention. He crossed his legs, running his hand along one thigh which settled on his knee before he tilted his head at his friend, “We had some… visitors while you were unconscious. They appeared to be angels of some kind. It seems that your fight attracted their attention, and they followed us all the way back to this cave. They arrived not long after I had gotten you comfortable, and the fire started. They seemed quite intent on killing you. But I told them that I couldn’t let that happen, and that if they tried anything, I would defend you. They decided that, for now at the very least, they would retreat. I’m not sure if they intend on telling anyone else, or if they intend on returning later. Either way, I advise watching your back.” He said, thinking back to the hatred in the angels eyes when they spoke about Izanagi. He privately hoped that they would not make a return, but he was not naive enough to expect that to be the case.

(Sorry Raeghan didn’t answer the question. I couldn’t, due to the awkward timing of the question in relation to my post. I was going to have him answer in this post) Location: Craethiel Wilds, Southern part of Idgara Forest. “It should be. Raeghan didn’t report anymore than that.” Rayvenne said, eyeing the two men that Luna had dealt with. She had quite the strong kick, and she idly wondered how strong her legs really were. She dismounted from Maedoc and moved over to the archer that she had hit with her dagger. She bent, gripping the weapon and yanking it from the man’s throat. It caused a small gush of blood to erupt from the wound, but she paid it no attention. She wiped the blade clean, slipping the blade back into its holster before she cleaned her sword and slid it back home. She then returned to Luna, patting her steed on the side of his neck as she said, “We should have a clear path to Kalath now. We can eat something there. There are plenty of inns to take our pick from.” There was at least a dozen that she could recall. But then, with Kalath being at the very centre of the Kingdom, it was the centre of commerce. The only other commerce town was the Dragons Eye, up in the Therarr Mountains. Her original destination before she ran into Luna. Raeghan fluttered down, landing himself on Luna’s shoulder. He tilted his head at the two bandits that she had taken care of and said, “Good work.” He ruffled his wings a little, looking quite pleased with himself as he surveyed around them. He then turned his attention back to Luna and said, “In relation to your question earlier… I would like to try this potion as soon as possible. I haven’t been human in oh… a hundred years? I would prefer to be fully human. I think it would be nice to be away from my… raven attributes for a while.” Rayvenne came to stand close by as she said, “I would be unwise to try the potion while we’re in town. Since that is where you will no doubt be getting some of your ingredients, we might be forced to spend the night there. It would be wise until we next make camp in the wilds. The normal population and magic aren’t a good mix. If they even suspect that magic is happening in their town, they’ll hunt you down… no matter how unassuming you look. I’ve seen sweet young women burnt at the stake or dunked in the river just because of a suspicion. It’s why I never bring Raeghan into towns or villages. People… aren’t comfortable with me enough as it is.”

Daedrin remained still and quiet as Izanagi struggled to pull the memories together to remember what had happened. He knew it was not a good idea to try and push the man. It would likely only end up making Izanagi draw in on himself. His feeling turned out to be correct when Izanagi began to lose his emotional control. Even so, he said nothing as he allowed the man to unload the fears and the grief that he was clearly feeling as he revealed that the woman that they had encountered had killed his father. It suddenly made sense why he had lost control the way he had and Daedrin completely sympathised with him. If Daedrin were in his situation, he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep control of himself either. He tilted his head a little at Izanagi, not even flinching when the man punched the ground beside him. He didn’t bother saying empty platitudes. For a start he knew they wouldn’t work, and he respected Izanagi too much to play with him like that. Daedrin also didn’t want to draw attention to the fact that Izanagi was crying, because he knew that Izanagi was someone who likely didn’t like showing his emotions so freely. He reached forwards and gripped Izanagi’s shoulder, squeezing it gently as he said in a soft voice, “You did lose control, yes. But I can certainly see why now, though. I think I would have struggled to control myself if I were in your shoes. While I haven’t seen my father in a long time, if someone had killed them I would stop at nothing to find those responsible.” He pulled away before standing up and going over to the horses. He then returned a moment later, offering Izanagi the water skin, “At least she will no longer be able to rob sons of their father’s. Despite trying to use every powerful move she had, she could not best you. And you killed her. I doubt you’re happy with yourself for losing control, but take comfort in the fact that you avenged your father’s death.” He paused for a moment before saying, “It seems Odium saw this happening, though. He gave me the means to pacify you with what he called a Null Rune which I used to snap you out of the Wrathful Blazerker… state. How is he, by the way?” He then asked, wondering how the demon was fairing after such an experience.

Location: Along with Ageon River, North of Rosayia Forest. As Natia approached him, Baellator reached out with his snout, knowing that she wanted to pet him and was more than willing to let her do it. His eyes half closed in pleasure as she ran her hand up and down his massive head. When she kissed his snout, he snorted lightly and nuzzled her in return, his tail flicking from side to side almost like a puppy wagging its tail when it was happy. While their small exchange was happening, Rowan tidied up their camp and eliminated any sign of their presence to make it look like as if neither of them were there. It was just in case anyone was attempting to track either of them down. For Rowan, his enemies, and for Natia the slavers that had captured her in the first place. He figured that when they got into town, he would need to get her some proper clothing so that she wasn’t relying on his own clothes. It would also allow him to get her a cloak to give her. Not only for the warmth, but it would allow her to hide herself away. White hair and purple eyes were unusual features in the main population and he didn’t want any slavers to find out that she was here. Not until he could ensure her safety at the Palace. He knew his father would not protest him bringing her home. He had a soft spot for eccentrics. He then turned and smiled slightly when he saw her blushing a little and looking shyly down at the ground, even as Baellator was nuzzling at her shoulder affectionately. He came forwards, patting the huge Aelda on his proudly curved neck before he stroked it a little, “Let’s get you on.” He said, before pausing and looking down at her with a faint grin, “Even if I get a saddle in the next town, I imagine I’ll still need to help you climb on.” His grin then faded into a thoughtful frown as he now looked at Baellator, “... that is, if I can find a saddle large enough for him. I’ve never seem a equine this large before.” He said. Baellator snorted again, raising his head slightly as he seemed to look rather smug about that. Rowan snorted in amusement before shaking his head, “Vain bastard.” He accused the horse before he then picked Natia up. He gave her a loving peck on the lips before he lifted her higher so that she could grip onto Baellator’s mane. When she had, he hoisted her the rest of the way so that she could slip on. Once she was in place, he gripped Baellator’s mane and climbed up himself to settle behind her. Her wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back against his chest and gripping the mane again, “Alright, Baellator, let’s go.” He said, causing the huge creature to turn on the spot and walk out of the small hidden clearing. Once they were out, Rowan glanced around but could see no one near before he nudged Baellator’s flanks with his boots causing the Aelda to move forwards at a trot, “Thankfully, we shouldn’t be encountering as much trouble than we did in the forest.” Rowan said, leaning down so he could speak the words directly into her ear. Location: Craethiel Wilds, Southern part of Idgara Forest. The small group drew closer to the river, and Rayvenne could now smell their unwashed bodies on the light breeze. She wrinkled her nose, finding that her superhuman sense of smell was as much of a detriment as it was an asset. At least it allowed her to pinpoint their location. They were upwind of her, close to the bridge. She looked back at Luna and gave a subtle nod of the head before she turned back to face the front. It was not long before the bridge was in view. Raeghan let out a sharp cry, their only warning before the attack came. Two archers rose from their position behind bushes, drawing the arrow back before launching them at Rayvenne. With speed no human could ever hope to have, she drew her steel sword and sliced through the two projectiles just as two other bandits came rushing out from behind trees with rusty swords. They let out loud cries before they surged forwards to meet her blade. Mounted as she was on a large horse, she had the advantage of height. She turned Maedoc to the side, raising her hand to block the two clumsy swings. She could hear two bandits attempting to sneak up from behind, to take the wagon by surprise but after seeing Luna’s display earlier that night she knew the small rabbit girl could take care of herself. She struck out like a viper, sinking the blade easily into one of the bandits chest and into his heart. With a strangulated cry, the man collapsed to the ground. Maedoc suddenly danced back from the other bandit as the archers released another volley of arrows. Raeghan let out an outraged cry before swooping down at the face of one of the archers. The man let out a scream as the raven pecked his eyes out and clawed at his face. Rayvenne pulled a dagger from her hip and threw it at the other archer, causing the sharp blade to embed itself into his neck. The archer’s eyes were wide, and then let out a gurgling sound before he crumbled like cloth. Rayvenne turned her attention back to the other bandit, almost contemptuously flicking his sword aside before she ran him through. She kicked him off of her blade, looking up at the remaining archer who had collapsed against the bush, as still as his other companions. She looked up at Raeghan who was now perched in a nearby tree with blood on his once black beak. Once she had assured herself that he was alright, she turned Maedoc around to see how Luna was handling things.

Rose shook her head even more, denying the words that were coming from Anhara’s mouth. This girl was twisted beyond belief, and she couldn’t help but silently utter a prayer to God to bring this girl back from the darkness that she seemed to have found herself in. She stiffened a little when Anhara leaned in close and whispered into her ear. She shook her head again, “I will always be loyal to God. The Devil can whisper all he wants, I won’t listen!” She said firmly. There was nothing that Anhara, nor this despicable father of hers could do to her that would make her betray her Lord. For some reason, the fact that Anhara called her a pain gave Rose a sense of satisfaction. She wasn’t actively fighting back against Anhara now, but she was being resistant enough to be a pain. Rose flinched away slightly when the peck was planted on her lips before she frowned up at Anhara. She wanted to protest the other girl’s words, but she wasn’t even able to utter a sound before another kiss was forced on her. Like earlier, she didn’t resist the kiss but nor did she kiss back. The feeling of the girls tongue pushing down into her throat made her stomach twist in disgust. It felt almost slimy as the warm appendage pushed its way deeper into her mouth. As it pushed its way to the back of her mouth, Rose gagged a little, feeling her throat constrict in an effort to shut Anhara up. Reflexively, she tried to arch back to pull her head away but the sofa prevented her from doing so. She let out a low moan of protest, squirming a little underneath the taller girls body, wishing she had the strength to push her off. Tears gathered in the corner of her eyes, feeling a sense of helplessness settle in her chest. She wished she wasn’t so small, and weak. She loathed this sense of powerlessness. This could only be a test, to test her resolve and to test her loyalty to God. She clung to that thought, knowing that it was perhaps the only means of keeping herself sane for what was to come. Even if this monster and her father killed her, she would die with her God’s name on her lips, and her love for him in her heart. She just wished that God would have let her parents keep one of their children. They had already lost one, and were about to lose another. Just what did God have planned for them?

Zack felt a wave of satisfaction at forcing an orgasm from this shy, inexperienced young woman. He smirked darkly, loving the flash of red across the pale skin of her cheeks. He loved the sight of the tears that trailed down her cheeks, wetting them and sparkling slightly in the dim light of the room. He pushed his fingers further between her cunt lips before he pulled his hand away, looking at the fluid that coated his fingers. He then lifted his hand to his lips, slowly licking the sweet liquid off. He continued watching her as she tried to hide herself, feeling more amused than sympathetic towards her. He finished licking the cum with a slight pop as he pulled his finger from his lips, “Mm. Delicious.” He purred, knowing that she would find the fact that he had enjoyed the taste of her cum humiliating. He reached down with both hands, gripping onto her legs before he lifted the slight body from her position on his lap. As she was so light, he was able to easily stand without strain. He turned and dumped her onto the bed, on her arse. He didn’t give her a moment to say anything as he rolled her over so that she was on her knees, facing towards the head of the bed, before he pushed her torso down so that her face was pressed into the pillows and her arse was up in the air, “Stay there.” He ordered her firmly. He moved to his bag and pulled out a pole that had restraints on each end. Its intent was to keep her legs spread wide open, so that she couldn’t close them in an attempt to shut him out. He climbed onto the bed himself, gripping her right ankle and wrapping the first end of the restraint onto it. He then forced the leg to spread further so that he could put the left one in the restraint as well. He then looked down, smirking as he could see every inch of her intimate part completely exposed to him. And because her arms were tied behind her back, she had little hope of being able to get away. He reached forwards, stroking one of her arse cheeks before groping it gently, “Perfect.” He said, pressing his hand against her other arse cheek and spreading it wide. Zack had a completely unobstructed view of her pussy, where he could see the lips glistening slightly from her arousal juices and cum. His cock throbbed with the need to push deep inside of her, but he waited for her reaction to this compromising position. He hoped she made some kind of word of protest to express her humiliation. Or even tried to ask him to stop. At this point, he didn’t care of she wanted him to stop. His was too aroused to stop now, and one way or another he was going to get what he wanted.

The moment the threats flew and the spear was pointed at him, Daedrin’s pulled his sword slightly from his sheath, intending on defending both himself and Izanagi from these bloodthirsty angel. He paused in the act of drawing his sword although, when another angel stepped in and stopped him, stating that they should leave. He watched the angry angels protestation before the other angel explained that they felt that there was something to Daedrin and that he shouldn’t fight him. He was relieved that the angel was able to have some sense about him. He knew that once he started fighting, he wouldn’t stop until the three of them were defeated. Whether by death or submission, it mattered not. He had already had a long day today, with the Wrathful Blazerker and he felt unusually tired. That had been an excitement that he had hoped would never come about after he learned about it form Odium. He watched with a steady gaze as the three angels retreated, leaving them alone in the cave. He slid his sword back into his sheath and relaxed his posture but not completely. He turned back and looked down at Izanagi, tilting his head a little. He still wasn’t entire sure he believed what he had seen in the clearing. He had never seen a creature like the Wrathful Blazerker before. It seemed to have the power of a Daedric Hydra in human size and Daedric Hydra were not a joke to go up against. Even Daedrin would hesitate to do so. He was just relieved that Odium gave him the means to deal with him, otherwise that could have turned into a messy fight and the last thing that Daedrin wanted to do was fight his friend in such circumstances. Spar, yes, but a fight like that? No. He would be at a disadvantage because he wouldn’t want to harm Izanagi while the Wrathful Blazerker would have no such restrictions. He was brought from his thoughts when he heard Izanagi’s voice. He immediately came forwards and knelt down next to Izanagi. He reached out, pressing the back of his hand against the man’s forehead to check his temperature before pulling it back and saying, “We’re in a cave in the Enutpen’s Glory mountains. Don’t you remember what happened?” He then asked, looking closely at his friend who seemed a little out of it. He glanced out of the mouth of the cave, relieved that he could no longer sense the angels.

Ruby slowly felt herself come to consciousness slowly, finding herself quite content to take her time as she slowly woke up. Her bed was far too comfortable for her to feel the desire to leave it anytime soon. She had no urgent needs, and thus was content to remain exactly where she was. Her eyes opened for a moment, scanning over the curtains that were alight from the morning sun, before she closed them again with a long, soft sigh. She turned her head a little, curving her spine as she languidly stretched out her arms as she felt the muscles tense against the stretch for a moment, before relaxing. She let up on the pressure and allowed her arms to fall to the bed as she remained still for several long minutes. She repeated the stretching process with her legs, feeling immensely better the moment when every muscle in her body relaxed. Only now did she feel ready to get out of bed. She pushed the duvet to one side before pulling herself up, twisting so that she sat on the edge of the bed with her feet pressing against the carpet of her bedroom. She opened her eyes again, tilting her head and looking at her bedside table before she let out a small sigh of irritation. She had forgot to put her money away. She picked up the pile of rumbled notes from the table and stood up in one graceful movement before she went over to her dresser. She pulled out her underwear draw and pushed a few items aside, revealing a locked box. She slid her fingers underneath a teddy bear that was sitting on top of the chest of drawers before pulling it back to reveal a key. She used it to unlock the box, which was filled with more notes. Hopefully, she should have enough saved up for her own car, or bike. While a car would be infinitely more practical, her more adventurous spirit would much prefer a motorbike. Once the money was away, she locked the box and pushed it deeper into the drawer before hiding it with her underwear once again. She put the key back where it belonged before she closed the drawer. She then turned and snatched up her towel from where it was slung over her radiating unit. She wrapped it around her naked form before she opened the bedroom door and stepped outside. The sound of snores indicated that her father was still asleep. Most likely working off a hangover from the night before. She slipped into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her. She hung her towel up on the towel rack before she stepped into the shower and turned it on. While she waited for the water to warm up, she quickly brushed her teeth to get rid of the horrible morning taste in her mouth. She then slipped into the shower, allowing the warm water to wash over her. It was even more relaxing than the stretches she had done when waking up. She allowed herself a few minutes of luxury under the warm spray before she washed her hair, and body. As usual, she took as long as she wanted. While her father could wake up at any moment, needing the toilet, she didn’t particularly care. She had warned her father that if he was not awake before her morning shower, that was his problem, not hers. When she was finished, she stepped out of the shower and used her towel to dab herself down so that she didn’t drip all over the place. Once she was sure that she was semi-dry, she wrapped the towel around herself and left the bathroom, slipping back into her room. She had barely stepped away from the door when she heard the other bedroom door open up. She smiled slightly to herself as she picked up a smaller towel from the radiator unity and used it to rub her hair. She did this for several moments, causing it to become messy. She pushed the damp strands from her face before she put the towel back where it belonged before she sat herself at her dresser. Ruby raised her eyes and looked into the mirror before she picked up a comb which she used to straighten out the strands of her blonde hair. She then picked up a brush, and a hairdryer to make sure that her hair was properly dried. When she was sure of it, she did her morning routine of applying makeup. She used black eyeliner around the edges of her eyes, making sure that it was neat and uniform, so that the blue of her eyes would stand out. She then applies eye shadow, this time a dark purple. Since she felt that she had a good complexion, she didn’t bother with any kind of foundation. She applied red lipstick to her lips, double checking in the mirror that it applied properly. Once she was satisfied, she dressed herself in her ripped blue jeans and tank top that showed off her toned stomach. Ruby left the bedroom, hearing the sound of the shower going, and moved into the kitchen where she prepared herself a breakfast of toast with a generous slathering of jam. While she kept an eye on her weight, she knew she could treat herself to such things as she worked out often, helping to keep herself in shape. As for today, she had nothing particular planned. She might need to do some food shopping for her father, but unless one of her friends called to hang out, she had nothing.

Location: Craethiel Wilds, Southern part of Idgara Forest. Rayvenne shook her head, finding this Luna individual more and more strange the more time she spent with her. Raeghan seemed to like her very much, though. She would wonder why, but Raeghan had a taste for the strange people. Not that strange was necessarily that bad. At least Luna had, thus far, proved not to be a threat to her or her companion. She was feeling a little more relaxed around the rabbit woman than she had when they first started out on this journey. At this point, she still wasn’t sure if that was a good, or a bad thing. She decided not to dwell on it, and instead continued moving Maedoc forwards through the dark forest. Most people were afraid of the dark, but not her. The dark had saved her many times, and it had become almost like a companion in on itself to her. She found the darkness that wrapped around her, almost comforting. It was familiar. It made her feel safer, despite the fact that there were many dangers that lurked within its depths. So she was almost sad to see the darkness reluctantly recede from the world as the sun peeked over the horizon to bath the country in its light. To fill the dimness of the forest with colours, and to cause the creatures of the day to stir themselves to wakefulness as the air became alive with birdsong. Despite this, the small group continued to travel, weaving through the forest as they followed the road that went in a south-western direction. She kept her ears tuned to the forest around her, waiting for unnatural sounds that might suggest more bandits. Once the sun had risen almost a hand width from the horizon, Raeghan launched himself from the wagon and flew off into the forest to scout around them, looking for any signs of danger. The group continued travelling through the morning. Rayvenne didn’t even bother to have them stop for breakfast, as she wasn’t in the mood to eat. She could easily wait for midday, when it was possible to eat something within the town of Kalath and thus save their road rations. As the sun drew closer to its peak, Raeghan swooped down from her right and landed on her shoulder. He tucked his wings to his side before saying, “The bridge is up ahead. There are about six bandits waiting in ambush.” “Thank you, old friend.” Rayvenne said. He nodded once before he launched himself from her shoulder and flew off again. She slowed down so that she was walking beside the wagon, “The bridge is just ahead, with six bandits waiting to ambush us. So keep an eye out.” She said, before moving back to the front again, as that put her in the position to be attacked first, to be the prime target. After all, they would prefer to take out the guards before attacking the wagon itself.