Demise: Demise estate

[Cebreese]

Cebreese watched Eduardo's attack melt the armor of Dramund, and then only the man was left. Mikhail's horse came trampling over the former demon knight, the sound of bones crunching made Cebreese turn away for a moment. When he turned back, Mikhail and the horse were gone, had it just been an illusion? Or perhaps it was fate drawing him back to old friends by making them appear before him. Cebreese walked over and looked on the form of Dramund, he was dead, if it had been an illusion, it was a deadly one. Cebreese thrust his sword into Dramund's heart, and smiled, he twisted the blade and spat on the broken body at his feet. " Goodbye cousin..."

Cebreese turned and walked across the street, his feet splashing in a puddle here and there. His hair was drying now thanks to the fire and the end of the rain. Pushing open the door to the house he had seen Ion deposit Othium in, Cebreese made his way over to the bed. Othium lay there unconscious, Cebreese ran his hand through Othium's hair. " My son...if only I could tell you I'm your father.." Cebreese took out a pendant, it belonged to Othium's mother, they never really loved one another. Didn't have a chance to, Cebreese might know what love was had he been given that one chance. He tossed the pendant down on Othium's chest, and inspected the wound to the young man's head.

It was only a flesh wound, it wasn't anything to concern himself over, Othium was his only child. Cebreese had never spoke to Othium, had him placed under another commander for training. He had done everything he could to keep his distance from Othium, until now. Cebreese turned and walked out the door, looking to the battlements, Ion and Einar where slowly becoming out numbered. Cebreese turned and looked to the Eduardos and Anna, he turned back and began walking towards the steps. His eyes caught the dead form of Magnus laying there, Cebreese, continued up the stairs, slowly as arrows flew past him here and there. One struck him in the shoulder, he gritted his teeth, and refused to let his pain become vocalized on his lips.

He plucked the arrow out and looked it over, a goblin was standing on the battlement notching another arrow. Before he could Cebreese rushed him knocking the creature over. He planted a boot on the creature's chest and stabbed one of his swords into the creature's groin. As he put his other sword to the creatures neck, " thats it scream for me.." the creature was screaming already from the pain as Cebreese began to lop off it's limbs one by one. His katana raked across the battlement's stone, flames errupted upon it again as he ran towards the large group of Darkthornes ahead of him. " Comes brothers and sisters, let me compose a song of suffering and pain from your dying breaths!"

His katanna chopped off the arm of an orc as he ducked under a Darkthornes blade, he impaled one standing in front of him on his katanna. The body burst into flames and with a kick he pushed it back onto the crowd around it, as he turned to cut from the groin up at the one who slashed at him before. As another darkthorne came running up, he brought his blade down onto it's head and cut it in two, blood splattered upon Cebreese. The Darkthornes remembered him, they stepped back for a moment, before realizing they would die for retreating also. They came forward and he slashed and chopped again and again before their numbers finally over took him. They fought hard to keep him down, but he stood up again killing them one by one. They stepped back again, his form was covered in bruises, blood of his enemies and his own, he had cuts all over him.

Cebreese was the Darkthorne's champion once, but now he was their worst nightmare. " I will not give up, I will fight, until I can fight no more." The Darkthornes came at him again as he slashed around himself, keeping them at sword's length. Each one that stepped up was delt with quickly so he could be ready for the next. He wasn't going to let them overrun him again, just then people wearing the Whitethorne emblem began to cut their way into the group. The Darkthornes began to fall in greater numbers now as Cebreese was giving reinforcements. Cebreese grinned a laugh escaping his lips, as the Whitethornes secured the area around Cebreese, he fell to his knees. His wounds were nothing serious, but he had reached his limit in weakness. " You go on, I'll be fine.." he told the Whitethornes as he knelt there looking out on the battlefield.

The sun's beams came down on a scene of hell itself, Cebreese watched the lands he loved so much being destroyed before his eyes. It sickened him, but there was little he could do, he cut that thought short rising to his feet again. He still had breath, was still alive, like hell there was little he could do. Cebreese climbed down from the battlement and began to walk towards the battlefield. Hadn't he said he'd fight till he could fight no more, thats just what he was going to do. His sword crossed with another Darkthorne's and his eyes held no mercy for those that stood in his way.

[Meredith Nicevan]

Honor's words caught her ear like she knew what it was like to do things against ones will. Seemed that Meredith had found one that lived a life close to her's. "You have done things for your brother because he begged you? "It was great to have another to speak with about the troubles of pleasing siblings. Smile crossed her lips for the first time in days.
Meredith tilted her head some hearing Honor tell her to speak to the mirror of what she seeked. Last she knew mirrors could not hear nor show anything other then what stood before it.
Taking a deep breath she slowly let it out Meredith looked to the mirror. "i look for the where abouts of my mother Raven Dragonheart."

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[Isabelle Dragonheart]

Belle laid down upon Darius seeing that the enemy seemed to be gettig the upper hand. She had to do something to keep that form happening. Carefully she scanned the area that needed the most help. Just as she flew by a man(Cebreese) that just steppd out on the battle field. Belle's eyes caught few darkthorne moving up a few feet from him.
She had Darius turn about so that she could help out. She got in a squat as her mother taught her, at the right moment she leaped. Belle held out her blade taking down a couple Darkthorne as she landed, only one was killed. She turned keeping the blade flat and finishing the one off. She slahed and kicked at the Darkthorne as they came. She only hoped to be to some kind of help.
As she turned a blade cut across her side driving a scream from her lips. Gritting her teeth she stabbed the Darkthorne in the chest only to turn and deal with another.  Belle would not give up til all were gone or death was dealt to her.

[Honor Demise]

Honor's words caught her ear like she knew what it was like to do things against ones will. Seemed that Meredith had found one that lived a life close to her's. "You have done things for your brother because he begged you? "It was great to have another to speak with about the troubles of pleasing siblings. Smile crossed her lips for the first time in days.

A wry smile curved the lady's red lips. "Every day of my brother's waking life."

Meredith tilted her head some hearing Honor tell her to speak to the mirror of what she seeked. Last she knew mirrors could not hear nor show anything other then what stood before it. Taking a deep breath she slowly let it out Meredith looked to the mirror. "i look for the where abouts of my mother Raven Dragonheart."

From the mirrored table arose the image of her mother beside her dragon as she earnestly to a blonde man. "They are at the wall, the battlements near the front gate." Honor observed.

She stood there staring at Raven as she spoke to the man. Meredithe looked to Honor "Do you know this man that she speaks with?"

"Not personally, only by reputation. His name is Longius," Honor peered closer, "He appears injured."

She turned form the mirror seeing her give the man sme of her time made her mad. All she ever wanted was some of her attention but business seemed to take all of that. "It should please my sister to know that she is alive and helping others like always."

With a wave of Honor's hand the image disappear and Honor took a step over to Meredith. "Something vex's you?" Honor knew the girl was jealous, wanting a scrap of her mother's time and attention.  

"All the while I was growing up she could ot spare time for me. She said that someone had to make sure the place ran smoothly." She took a deep breath as she let the anger out. There was noway that she was going to let Raven get to her.

"I can empathize with your situation completely," she smiled, this time the smile did not quite reach her stormy eyes. "I would not be so trite to bore you with my own personal experiences."

Meredith turned her eyes to Honor. "How could any mother wrong you when your father had a son to teach. I would give attention to my child, leave business to the man."

A humorless laugh escaped her before she could stifle it. "You do not know Demise very well do you, young lady. My family cut their teeth on intrigue. Business is everyone's business. I am sure that you have heard the expression 'The female of the species is more deadly than the male'. It is doubly true in Demise. My mother saw me as a rival, not a her child." Her explanation held no emotion. The pain of Francesca's abandonment faded years ago leaving an empty void.  

"Guess we both had mothers that did not care to show us the way. Instead they shove us to the side and do what they want. You got attention just the kind we both wanted." She lifted her head up as she did when she got serious. A suttle smirk crossed her lips. "Guess it is our turn to show them what we can do. That knocking us down just makes us stronger."

"Mine's dead." Honor said plainly. "Yours, whether she would admit it to you or not, may need you. Go to your sister and tell her where your mother is. We can talk more later. For now each of us have our own obligations."

Even thou she did not like what Honor said she was probably right. Meredith grabbed her gloves and slide them back on. "I shall leave one of the dragons here incase you need help. It shall be given orders to provide a ride to where they need to go. All they need to do is tell it where." Meredith made her way out the room and to Dazven. He eyes glanced over those within her sight.

Her ladyship followed behind Meredith closing the war room door behind her. Her youthful rebellion could prove useful to her. Honor yawned again and stretched. Her body craved the tender embrace of Morphius. To sleep was just beyond Honor's reach, unwilling to surrender to much needed slumber until she checked on her two most important guests with her own two eyes.

First, to Vincent. Physician and healers gathered bedside speaking in hushed tones. Honor glided over sitting on the opulent covers. "How is he?"

Stroking his beard, the Physican General rumbled in his resonant baritone. "Your Majesty. We are pleased to say the patient will make a full recovery. His healing is most extraordinary. The rate by which..."

Honor cut him off impatient with the physican medical clap-trap. "Merci, doctor. And how is the other Lord?"

"Very injured. Several laceration, severe loss of blo-."

Again Honor interrupted. "Get to the point. Will he or won't he live?"

The doctor wiped his brow with a linen handkerchief. "He will live."

Honor offered him a sacastic smile. "Now see, that was not so hard was it? You may leave."

She stretched out on the bed sinking in the mattress covers and exhaled deeply before rolling up resting her head on hand, watching Vincent sleep. "Vincent Blackthorne, you handsome devil, was there no way to tell me that you were in Darkthorne lands? No way to send me a message? You left me with no word. I grieved you, hated you for abandoning me."

Still he slept. Honor huffed. Until he woke up, he would not be any fun. She leaned over and buzzed his lips with a kiss and rose from the bed. Maybe Vincent's mysterious half-brother would be more entertaining. She leaned on the bedpost and blew him a kiss. "Good night my dark angel. I am glad you are home."  

The parlor that joined Vincent and Adrian's rooms was dark except the glow of an oil lamp. Honor ran her fingertips over the back of the chair adjusting to the darkness.

((joint post with Meredith and Honor))

[Einar Blackthorne]

"Don't think I'll let you have all the fun Einar, I'm not dead yet."

Grey hues widened in surprise at hearing the voice of Ion, having thought the man dead. Fenrir flashed forth, cleaving the head of a Darkthorne soldier before the White Wolf turned, taking in the sight of the battered - but still alive - Ion Darkthorne. The Warrior couldn't help but grin with relief at the sight of the Old Knight, and with that relief surged a new vigor towards the battle he fought. Attentions returned to the Knight's front, Fenrir coming up and slashing away at the blade of an oncoming foe. Everywhere Einar looked the enemy closed in - they scaled the walls of Demise in bands, filling in the holes Einar carved every moment. The White Wolf growled in frusteration, fighting back the pain of his body, but he did not revert to his Half-Lycal form. Did not give in to the taint within him ... He fought as a man, and fought with all his heart and soul.

Left hand reached back, as knees bent slightly - the fingers of his hand finding the scramsax sheathed along the Knight's lower back. Digits closed around the long knife and unsheathed it, bringing it up in a round-about arc to slash open the newest Darkthorne foe's throat, whilst Fenrir kept the Creature from running Einar through. The Knight offered the falling Darkthorne a toothy, wolfish grin, before the Warrior pressed forwards, Fenrir in one hand - the spirit of Fenris-Wolf pulsating with bloodthirsty vigor - and the scramsax in the other. It was then that Einar saw Reinne fall.

The Knight cried out, and rushed forwards, arms slashing this was and that in a unstoppable fury. The two blades the White Wolf bore cut into everything around him, pushing back the enemy as the Knight charged to the center of the ring of Darkthornes - Damn the risks, damn the consequences, Reinne needed him! Prasutagus leapt over Einar's Queen, moving past her and nearly falling off the edge of the wall. This gave the Knight enough time to leap forwards, jumping infront of his Queen, blades flashing up infront of him as one. Fenrir brandished ahead, the tip angled towards Prasutagus, whilst the scramsax was held in a negative grip closer to the Knight's chest.

"Reinne, can you stand?" The Knight would shout towards his fallen Queen, his eyes never leaving the figure of the Darkthorne King - even as Prasutagus charged forwards with all the strength and might the man could muster. Blades flashed up, in order to catch the twin axes at the King's sides and divert them from harming either Einar himself, or Reinne. Yet, however strong Einar was, the Darkthorne King sent both men reeling backwards, soaring off the battlements and crashing backwards into the stained glass windows of the Cathedral. Pain surged through the Half-Breed's entire body, but he would have paid the price time and time again so that Reinne had not suffered Prasutagus' charge.

After the fall, Einar would move quickly to recover and compose himself, rolling away from the Darkthorne King and bringing his weapons up infront of him to defend himself. " ... Prasutagus ..." The Knight spoke, his words laced with pain, as he nodded to the King in recognition, having seen the man in passing years before, " ... You've discovered a way to return the Old Powers ..." Einar afforded the Darkthorne King a grim smile, " ... Impressive."

[Adrian]

Kaydeans foot pressed against his stomach, only to kick him off of Kaydeans sword, his son still unaware of who Adrian was to the man. Though in his weakened dreaming state, Adrian found himself not finding more and more pain, but rather found himself falling, forever it would seam. There was no air, there was no ground, there were no trees nor animals or birds. it was a place void of all such obscenities of sound as light was the only blinding sorce. But in his decent from nowhere, he found himself falling softly onto he could have confused as a cloud of pillows. He felt so comfortable and warm as he felt a hand grace his face.

The touch was so soft and warm, and though he couldn't find the strength to open his eyes, he leaned into this imaginary hand, embracing it for all the love and effection that it seamed to hold towards him. He could hear voices, some that sounded vaguely familiar, while others were of those he didnt know at all.. Kaydean... His screams of begging his father not to die were making themselves clear as the hand that was touching his face pulled back slightly, almost shocked by the sound of Kaydean's voice. It remained pulled back before the fingers ran themselves through his hair. But in all actuallity, he was feeling Honor's hands running through his hair and the feeling was just carrying over to his dream. The hand played with his hair only momentarily before whispering into his ear, "There's no place here for you yet. You've left things unfinished."

But where was here? And why couldn't he come here? Here where it was so warm, quiet and peaceful. He was falling again, faster and harder before to the point that it brought some minor feeling of fear into him, heartbeat becoming dramatically faster before, before... Nothing... Weak eyes fluttered open to glance at people he didnt know, only for a second before they found themselves falling shut once more. The darkness had fallen over him again as the Demise healer's fussed over him. They were once again drowned out to the darkness, as his thoughts now focused on Reese. REESE! How was his brother? In the midsts of the battle he had been so abscent minded, so forgetful of his weakening brother, of the nightmare lord, of everything! He could only pray that Reese was alright.

He couldn't rest, he couldn't sit here and sleep, he knew it, as there was indeed much to do now that the battle was coming to its close. Forcing himself from his dreams, he let ice blue eyes find themselves fluttering open to complete darkness of the room, only to catch glimpse of soft glow from an oil lamp. He glanced around for Kaydean, but didn't see him anywhere in the room, as he assumed Kaydean was off resting a bit himself since he too had experienced much this day as any other soul on the battlefield.

Adrians hands pressed against the satin sheets that he layed upon that covered the very form of the bed, only to find that he didn't recognize the room in the least. He pressed himself up slightly with a wince of pain becoming apparent in his eyes, his blonde hair falling down before his eyes to nearly cover his face in the shadows from the light over yander. His head leaned back to rest against the wooden headboard, taking note now of the ceiling features before his chamber doors opened and he saw the outline of a figure. But of whom? That he was unclear of...


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[Honor Demise]

Now in the doorway her exhaustion nearly consumed her, Honor felt disconnected from reality as if her soul had left her body. She was hallucinating. Adrian was sitting up in the middle of the large bed looking impossibly handsome by the etheral glow of the lamplight. Wordlessly, she shut the door locking it behind her. It must be a dream, Honor surmised. Since it was a  dream conventions of reality did not apply then it would be okay to indulge her fantasy. She did not know his name. Did it really matter?

She moved slowly over to his side and crawled into the cool sheets. Honor splayed her hands over the sheets, skimming his body reveling the sensation of heat of his flesh beneath the coolness of the satin. Pressing in close, her hands continued traveling up his body of their own accord. In a familar gesture, she brushed the locks of hair away from his face. A light kiss brushed his lips, testing, tempting. Honor was powerless to stop herself, inexplicably drawn to him.

[Vahn Demise]

Sidius searched and searched looking for Lord Vahn, after finding where his lord had been, he looked to the woods. Could Lord Vahn have gone into the woods, he felt the connection Vahn had instilled upon him. It led him to the dark woods ahead, Sidius climbed up the rocks and looked around the trees. He walked into the woods more following footsteps, he came to the tree which Vahn lay beneath. Sidius turned his face, Lord Vahn was dead, he had to be. Blood was splattered all over the tree behind Vahn, his form lay there limp not moving at all. Sidius knelt down in front of Vahn's broken body and prepared to take his own life. His only friend in this world was dead and he had not been able to do anything.

As he pulled out his dagger, a grasping, wet breathing came from Vahn's form. His fingers began to twitch as if to say he still lived, Sidius fell back, his hands propped up his body. He looked to Vahn with disbelief, but sure enough Vahn was still alive. Sidius didn't know what was worse, the shape Vahn was in, or the fact he still lived in his condition. Sidius slowly began to pick up Vahn's form, he knew it must be painful. Vahn had to deal with the pain, Sidius couldn't use magic to transport Vahn to the manor. The lizard man appeared in the woods ahead of Sidius, he hissed. Something behind Sidius moved, he turned to see a glowly white figure emerge from the thicket. Sidius's mouth dropped open as the ghost of Vahn's late father stood there with a look of murder upon his face.

" You take Lord Vahn back to Demise, I'll cover your retreat...ss" The lizardman ran past Sidius towards the ghost. Sidius turned and began to slowly descend the hill from the woods. He made his way around the battlefield to the city of Demise, having to go around the back way.


Sidius kicked open the door of the manor and carefully laid Vahn's broken form down upon the floor. " I need help, Lord Vahn is in bad condition!" Sidius sat there next to Lord Vahn, the shape of Lord Vahn's face made Sidius sick to his stomach, but he knew Lord Vahn could be healed.

[Zian Bloodthorne]

A shadow appeared atop the cathedral, the sun at it's back, it looked onto the Darkthornes. Before they had a chance to notice it, arrows pierced their backs. Zian moved forward, he could smell lycals about, their pelts were worthy trophies for a Bloodthorne. He drew his blades, they sang music, as he walked over to the remaining Darkthornes.

" Get off my roof..."

The Darkthornes turned and looked at one another, before coming at him. Zian stood there as one Darkthorne thrust his sword at Zian's head, he moved his head to the side. One of his blades came up batting the Darkthorne's blade away as he thrust his sword into the creature's gut. As two Darkthornes stood to either side of Zian, he simply stood his ground. One Darkthorne nodded to the other and they rushed at him with their blades up to impale him. As they came closer, Zian spun around and thrust his swords into their guts as they impaled one another. A fourth Darkthorne came running up behind Zian, he kicked back hitting the fiend in the center of it's stomach. The Darkthorne became off balanced and started running backwards till it fell off the roof with a loud meaty crunch, signaling it's impact.

Zian walked back to the edge of the roof and picked up his bow, he began to fire arrows down upon the Darkthornes on the battlement walls. The roof was a nice place for him to let down his rain of arrows, as they fired arrows he ducked flat. Notching his bow while he lay down, coming up and firing killing a few, then falling back flat. As he drew back once to fire, an arrow hit him straight in the chest, he clasped the wound. Rotten luck, a Darkthorne had gotten lucky, learned his pattern and fired as he rose. Zian turned laying with his back against the roof. He took out his flask of wine and drank deeply, the arrow had punctured his lung, but he had fought well. If only he'd not become to hasty and headstrong, as he lay there he thought over his life, as the ever clinging darkness slowly crept over him.

[Meredith Nicevan]

Meredith walked over to Joie, running a hand along his neck giving him a message. That he was to stay there so if they needed hel they would have quick travel. The person that sat upon him would tell him where they needed to go. Meredith gave him a pat and went to Dazven getting on his back.
Quickly they took to the sky and flew back towards the battle heading to were Raven was. Meredith went thtough what she would say whenshe got there. After all Raven would expect her to behave and be a lady infront of the man. Her thoughts would wonder back to Honor, knowing that she understood what she had gone through.
As she caught Raven and the man in sight they lowered their descent so to land near Phantom. Her eyes never left the two as they touched the ground. Meredith did not move for sometime looking at the two, seemed that the two cared for each other. Meredith brought a leg over and slide down Dazen to the ground.
Meredith's heart raced as she neared the two standing there, still not having any idea what to say. So she went and stood beside Raven, looking the man over.

[Cordelia]

Blood dripped into a bowl created red ripples and dissipated into the water. "Martha, hand me those bandages." Cordelia asked pointing over to a pile of freshed made wrapping as snapped the thread between her white teeth, threading another needle. Injured soldier and civillians laid on blankets moaning in pain. Priest shuffled mumbled prayers over the dead. Martha dutiful obliged wiped a musketeers wound with alcohol. Le Academia students shuffled in more medical supplies. Coordinating the make-shift triage at the manorhose and Le Academia was a diffficult feat in itself, added the stress of incoming intelligence from the front lines, and her own sleep deprivation, Cordelia's nerves were raw. She wiped her brow with the back of her hand filled with the dread knowing that her majesty had slept even less than her.

"Have you seen milady since her arrival?" She asked Martha leaning back on her heels.

Martha shook her head. A pleasing older courtier, she had been in the service of her ladyship since her mysterious reappearance."No, Lady Cordelia. I saw her exiting the war room with the dragonrider. Her majesty could be lying down. Would you care if I checked on her?"  
 
The younger lady-in-waiting took in a deep cleansing breath before cautiously helping the musketeer to sitting positon. She winced with empathy at his pain. Some of the mages had the ability to sooth the most serious injury with a touch of magic, however Cordelia lack the ability. "No. I don't mind at all, but if her majesty is sleeping, do not disturb her." Nimble hands made quick work of the dressing, Cordelia cast a glance at the lady's departing figure and looked back to the man that she was attending. One down, countless others to go. This soldier was lucky. In comparison to some of the wounded that were being brought in, the injury was a scratch. She smiled tiredly and lowered the young man back down to rest.

He captured her hand bringing it to his lips kissing each of he fingers before release it back  to her. "Merci, beautiful angel of mercy."

Cordelia giggled. The musketeer had not lost any of his debonaire in the battle. "I do what I can, milord." Her cheeks flushed feeling a little giddy with exhaustion as she stood up.

"Lady, the enemy may have wounded my body but you have captured my heart."

He was making her blush more."Ah..well..merci.. I --"

Sidius kicked open the door of the manor and carefully laid Vahn's broken form down upon the floor. " I need help, Lord Vahn is in bad condition!" Sidius sat there next to Lord Vahn, the shape of Lord Vahn's face made Sidius sick to his stomach, but he knew Lord Vahn could be healed.

A terrible panic erupted in the great hall. Cordelia scurried to strapping bodyguard dropped to her knees running her hands over Vahn's form to access his state. "Healers attend his highness immediately! Notify Minister Vitus that Prince Vahn is seriously hurt." She shouted. "Ladies. Find and wake the Queen! Double the guard in and around the manor!"

The distressed courtiers dashed to and fro to do the Lady's bidding. Cordelia shook her head in absolute dismay, never had she seen someone take such a beating and still live. She was not really sure what connection the man had to Vahn, yet by the man's demeanor he is loyality to Vahn was as strong as her own to Honor's. "What happened?"

[Vincent]

A healer returned to Vincent's room to check on him, only to find the room empty. The latches to his window had been undone, it opened to the outside, Vincent had gone. It wasn't unlike Vincent to leave without explaination, but he had felt a bit ill at ease. Within his dreams he kept seeing the future play itself out. He knew things would be peaceful for a while, but he could see everything. In his visions, he seen his family in their current situations, and a glimpse beyond that. The war would be over soon, he didn't want to wait around for explainations. He stood there atop the manor, his hair blowing in the wind as night slowly krept in over the battlefield. Vincent already felt his strength returning to him, he also felt changed. A bit of the nightmare lord's power still remained in his frame. He had tested them drawing forth a scythe, it's golden blade held runes which glowed.

He had created himself a new set of clothing, which he put on leaving his old rags back in the room. His role in the family's fate wasn't over, he would still play a part, but he knew there were other things that needed to be taken care of first. He lept down, his cape opening as he glided down over the battlements landing on the ground. Vincent scanned the area about him, finding the one he sought, his beloved daughter. She was engaged in battle against none other then her uncle. Vincent glided across the ground, his feet levitating just inches from the ground. His training as a druid had now become a part of him, it was an extension of himself. He came to a stop near the dark dome where Analisa fought the figure from their past. His voice called out to her, " Analisa.." Vincent wanted his daughter to know he was okay before he left again.

There was a darkness rising in the south, Vincent had to go and find out just what lay there.

[Vahn Demise]

Sidius looked over Vahn and then back to Cordelia, he hadn't seen anything really.

" I don't know, I was ordered by lord Vahn to help defend the city. I noticed him wander off onto the battlefield and then I sensed a fear from him. I came looking for him along with Iago. We found him in the woods, he was like this when we found him. A ghost appeared, the ghost of Lord Vahn's dead father, Iago distracted the ghost while I carried off Lord Vahn. I felt Iago's connection fade not long before I reached the manor. Something attacked Lord Vahn thats all I know, but the wounds, whatever it was, it wielded a weapon. By that we can rule out beast as his attacker, but they left Lord Vahn alive for a reason. You don't just beat someone like this and expect them to live. You have to know when to quit, it was done with both anger and  meaning."

Sidius had once served as a deputy in his journey across Velusia, his family had served Lord Vahn with loyalty for years. Sidius was two steps away from being in the grave when Lord Vahn had come across him. He lived on the streets homeless, his family's fortune sqaundered away in search of Lord Vahn. These things had only been revealed to Sidius recently and he already had a close loyalty to Lord Vahn. Sidius held Vahn's hand ever since he set him down. Something had scared Vahn almost to insanity, whatever it was had gone. But Sidius could still feel the fear oozing from Vahn's eyes.

[Prasutagus Darkthorne]

Prasutagus lay there groaning after Einar had cut him off from his victorious moment. His left shoulder was dislocated, the axe fell from his left hands grip as he slowly began to stand. Prasutagus was begining to feel the fatigue of this battle start to seep into his muscles. The right hand however was still very useful and deadly, the axe grated against the stone of the cathedral. Prasutagus noticed the elf and....Lucan in the distance. Apparently Longinus had betrayed them even further then he could have guessed. As Einar's words echoed in the cathedral, Prasutagus smiled and said,

" Aye the old powers have returned to Darkthorne, the wheels of fate have began to spin in favor of our kind. It's a shame you left us Einar, you were such a good killer."

Prasutagus set about his left arm and with a crack, he put it back into socket. It was still useless to him, he had broken it in the fall, but at least now it was no longer dead weight.

" If only you had been so loyal to Darkthorne as you are to Rienne. Your love for your queen will be the death of you one day Einar, I should know from experience. We both have fathers whom we hated, I've made amends with Reese. I can feel you've made your own amends with your father, only in a way....that I have to commend you on. You may hide the fact that your Darkthorne blood still calls to you, but you can't lie to me Einar. We're family by blood, you were once such a great warrior....it's a shame you must DIE!"

Prasutagus threw his axe at Einar's right shoulder, even in that moment he was already reaching down, eyes up, as his hand found his other axe. Prasutagus would give Einar no mercy, for a betrayer was an act punishable by the cruelest death imaginable.

[Isolde Whitethorne]

Rider and horse flowed as one being. Isolde's hard gaze never left the battling form of Reinne as she closed in on the gates cutting down any dark being that had the audacity to get in her way. As she watched the young queen of Velusia she could not help but feel a deep sense of pride in the woman's unwavering valiance. Reinne Blackthorne would be a grand addition to the Whitethorne clan.  A final glance was afforded for locking down the queen's location as she rode beneath the threshold of the gates only to have her destrier rear up angered as spears were jutted at him.

Isolde leaned forward in the saddle holding true to her seat as she growled at the beasts slashing her sword wildly to dispose of the threat quickly. With Bomahr not far behind she cut a small path through leaving the rest's fates in the hands of her cousin... the zealot. Wheeling Talos about her eyes shots upwards once again only to grit her teeth as she watched the queen fall. Fingers tightened on the reins for only a second before she launched from her perch patting Talos on the rear in signal to go. He took off kicking and biting at anything that moved as he sought a safe place to await his mistress's signal to return.

The battlemaiden, turned queen, launched herself up the steps. Her sword raised to fend off the attack of a minion as her body arched back rolling into the wall as she booted it out of her way sending it to the ground below. Again she would meet with opposition, this time she ran the sword through its gullet and yanked it free leaping up as it rolled down the bloodied steps dead before it hit the bottom. Almost half way she heard the shattering of glass, her eyes widening as her whipped to spy a pair of male bodies crashing through the stained glass of the church. She pace doubled as she ran up the stairs taking two at a time merely shoving anyone and anything, be it friend or foe, out of her way in her hurry to get to the queen.

At the top she saw Reinne on her feet at the edge of the battlement staring almost paniced at the broken glass. Isolde marched forward.

" Reinne of the Blackthornes...are you well?"