Demise: Demise estate

[Lady Raven Dragonheart]

Raven slide off the back of Phantom and headed toward Rycore giving a quick glance to Longinus. While looking back to Rycore she caught the sight of Longinus falling of Godiva. She darted to to him wrapping her arms about him.

"Girls can you please see to it that Tempest's body gets taken cared of. That her body is prepared correctly for her funeral."

She let Longinus lean on her as she took him into the manor. "Someone come and help me he needs help right away." Raven made ehr way down along the hall with her arm around Longinus. Such fear was going through her that she did not realise that tears rolling down her cheeks. Her eyes took a look at Longinus seeing that his eyes were black not the beautiful blue that she loved.

Hearing people in a room to the left she  carefully turned and took him to them. Gently she helped him lay down upon the floor and stayed at his side. She took her cloak and laid it under under his head.

[Calesta Charis]

Seeing that Vahn was goig to be ok she got back on her feet. Calesta glanced to Adrian as he left the room seeing that he hand bandages. She looked to Honor and Cordelia seeing that they wee fine. Quietly she made her way to the room that Adrian went.

Calesta made her way to Adrian blue eyes going to a bandage on him. Her fingers grabbed a hold of it and gently removed it to get a look at the wound. Reaching over she placed it on a table in the room, carefully she looked it over seeing that it was healing just fine. Reaching in a pouch of her's, she pulled out an ointment. Placing some on her finger she put it over the wound .

"I am sorry if this hurts at all but it can not get infected."

Calesta could not help have her mind wander over the words that she had heard Cordelia speak to Honor and ones to her. Maybe there was other things she could do that her parents never told her. At lest there was one that could tell her more about the family period.

[Analisa_Blackthorne]

As the battle continued on Analisa fought her way to the very center where it was the thickest and took on all that stood in her way to her cousins side with the twin swords swinging thru the air. One foe after another fell beneath the runed blades and the silver of her eyes glittered with the blood lust of the moment as the crimson liquid coated her shadow armor in dripping streaks. Her father had spoken of his oaths as a guardian to the family and of things she didn't know. A growl left her lips beneath the helm as she slammed her blade thru the chest of yet another enemy and her mind threw her fathers words up at her like cold water in the face.Wading her way thru the waves of fighting bodies she pulled enemy after enemy off of Blackthorne troops and allies alike slaying any Darkthorne or Darkthorne minion that was unlucky enough to be in her path. She had pledged herself to this family as well as to her cousins the king and queen no less yet most of the others would have slain her on this battlefield as an enemy if they had their way and still he didn't think she was already facing their past?

First her uncle had thrown her mother and secrets that she hadn't yet dealt with at her and now her father spoke of more.. Shoving an elbow into the ribcage of a charging enemy she turned to surge the hilt into his adams apple and fisting the other sword used the edge of her palm to crunch against his nose, sending blood spewing everywhere and the enemy falling back to spasm on the ground twitching. It was at adrenaline heightened moments like this that the darkness sang thru her veins giving her that sweet rush that was addictive and all consuming, tempting her to give in to the one thing that she had denied for so long. The entity swarmed out around the blonde shadow walker lapping at the death and pain that lay at all sides, feasting on those emotions and in return sending its hostess more and more energy. Analisa's breathing turned sharp as the metallic scent of fresh blood mixed with the earthy fragrance of the plowed ground beneath her feet to rush thru her lungs feeding the blood lust even more as the dying cried out with their last breaths and her search continued on. Catching sight of the large ring of Zalentrean knights Analisa headed towards them and what she already knew lay within...for now her past and that of her family would have to wait.

 It was as if time itself seemed to stop for just an instant as the armor melted away from her body leaving it clad in the traveling attire of black silk blouse and black leather pants beneath. But it quickly ressumed to have the hellion meet the next foe with a spin to the left and hard slice across the throat that had the head tipping off the huge hulking shoulders of the ogre to drop with a nasty splat to the already messy ground behind it. The darkness swirled around her knee high boots and coiled up her slender body like slithering black snakes as she called upon it to travel across the last bit of distance and slip between the Knights to reach Shamus' side.

Hearing Reinne's cries and watching as the Queen notched the arrow and took aim Analisa appeared behind her cousin Shamus to quickly engulf his body in the entity and draw him thru its vortex with her to reappear approximately twenty feet from the others.  Gazing at them Analisa spoke in her calmest of voices,"It won't come down to that Reinne lower your bow and let me help, after all it is my job to guard my king." Her gaze flickered to the others as she connected with Shamus' mind to find all that lay there and found much of what was there in her own heart and mind locked away. Using all the energy she had stored from the recent battle the shadow walker weilded the inky mass like the finest of webs as she encased Shamus in its black void to fight out his rage where he could harm none and whispered for his mind alone,"Let it go my cousin, my king do not let it destroy you as it has done to others be stronger then that." Her cool fingertips caressed each side of his head as she gave free reign to her shadows,"Listen to your sister plea, hear love calling to you. Grasp what awaits you and find your way back."

Tasting the first touches of the King's emotion the entity hungrily feasted off the heated anger, drawing it from him and urging him to share every last drop as it replaced the sharp emotion with a lethargic sensation lulling him like the most powerful of drugs. It seeped in to every nerve and pore seeking out more to drain until all was gone and the form of Shamus was some what relaxed in its grip. Analisa stood close by unafraid of his anger and ready to aid when needed, she would release him from the entity's hold when she saw her cousin returned back to himself and knew she wouldn't have to fear his own kin having to take him down. Her vow was to defend him and this she would uphold, it would be a shame to have to protect him against his own...

(autoed with permission)

[Einar Blackthorne]

The White Wolf sprinted from the Cathedral behind Prasutagus and Reinne, his legs pumping even as pain coursed through his body. Too many lives were at stake for Einar to slow down - the time for rest would be later, now it was imperitive that this war was stopped. The heroes of this battle had fought too hard to allow more innocents to die. And so, the White Wolf pushed on with all the strength and might he could muster. The band of both Blackthorne and Darkthorne rushed through the crowds of warriors, and as they did the White Wolf cried for them to stop fighting, to put down their swords ... He yelled to them that the battle was over, that the war between the Thornes was done. And as the Darkthornes began to share the gift Prasutagus had been given, both warring sides began to put down their blades.

And then, the silver flames of Einar's eyes turned towards King Shamus, as he prepared to deliver unto Merlindria the killing blow. The White Wolf was too far away to stop it, but the swift actions of Prasutagus, Reinne and Analisa prevented the Blackthorne King from destroying the wavering peace Reinne and Prasutagus had achieved. The Knight let out a sigh of relief, watching as Analisa cared for Shamus and as Prasutagus went to Merlindria's side. A tender smile found it's way onto the lips of the Knight, and he thrust the tip of his blade - Fenrir - into the soil beneath his feet, resting a gauntlet'd hand upon the wolf-head pommel. Einar then looked to his side - to Reinne - and the Knight lifted his other hand to place it upon the Queen's shoulder. No words were spoken, nor did they need to be ... one need only to look upon the deeds of those around them to see that, despite the rocky road ahead, everything would turn out alright ...

[Shamus Blackthorne]

Shamus thrashed about swinging his sword, with each swipe he could feel his hate draining. He felt a fatigue, a weakness washing over him, his eyes becoming sleepy. He fought it with everything he had, he couldn't control himself, he was a beast. His mouth slowly opened and he let out a sad yell before dropping to his knees. Tears falling from his eyes as he let go his sword and began to beat the ground. He fell over on his side now hearing the voices which echoed from a distance. His mind slowly began to awaken and he began to become confused. Shamus didn't  know how he had got where he was, wherever that was? His eyes couldn't resist any longer, as his head fell back to the earth. " I can't...stop now...must..kill..." Shamus's hand fell open as he drifted into a light sleep.

Images of the lady he had seen on the battlefield flashed through his mind, Lady Grey. How could the woman he loved and seen die be alive after all this time? She had to be a ghost haunting him, trying to push him over the edge of sanity. What had he done to deserve her vengance, her continued haunting, he'd seen her at Camelot and in the throne room of Lochland. Now he had seen her on the battlefield here in Demise, was she truly dead, or was it all just a false memory? He didn't know what to believe as the dream stretched out to him standing over Merlindria. That one killing blow and blood raining down from the heavens as Shamus became that which he killed. Shamus awoke startled from his light slumber, what had happened? He looked to his swords which lay upon the ground and sat up.

" Analisa? where...how did..what's going on?"

[Magnus Darkthorne]

Pools of silver stared up into the dark skies above, an ugly sneer etched upon the ruined face of the Lycal Warlord. Blood seeped from the wound in the Thane's gullet, pain coursing through his body every time the Darkthorne attempted to move, yet nothing was worse than the bitter defeat Magnus had suffered. There, in the moment he had waited so long for, he was denied. He would not have the death of his son, the Betrayer, to boast of ... It had been stolen from him. Einar had stolen his glorious chance to strike down his wayward son, had stolen the moment when Magnus could have cleansed his line of filth and weakness ... Nothing, nothing caused Magnus more torment than that. Not even when the Thane of the North felt emotions rush over him, the gift of Prasutagus ... Aye, the Darkthornes had mustered, and they'd been defeated once more, but even that bitter defeat did not enrage Magnus so much as his son.

Blood stained gauntlets held the bloodied wound at the Thane's gut, animalistic claws protruding from beneath the steel - the weapons of the Lycal warriors - staunching the flow of blood. Magnus could already feel himself beginning to heal. Could feel his strength slowly returning ... Yet, he knew - and this perhaps tormented the Thane more than anything - he would not regain enough of his prowess to reignite the flames of war to this weakening army, would not regain enough of his ferocious tenacity to cut his son down. And so, the Lycal began to force himself up, to stand upon the blood-drenched battlements so that the Thane of the North could stalk away from the battle and into the trees. Prasutagus might have granted his people the gift of redemption, but Magnus was not about to partake in that sullied gift. The Darkthorne King had proven weak. Magnus sneered, gazing down below at the scene before him, and the Thane spat out blood in the direction of the peace-mongers.

And then, as the Thornes began to settle their differences, Magnus crept down into the crowds of warriors, weaving through the tides until he was free to stalk into the trees from which he had marched his tribe. It disgusted the Thane, the weakness of his King ... of his clan ... and even of his tribe ... Of the hundreds of Lycals the Thane of the North had brought to Demise in order to conquer and destroy the Blackthornes, only two of his tribesmen returned with him. Bjorn Bloodclaw and Karnak One-Eye. Found in the midst of Thornes, Magnus had taken his two warriors with him as he stalked into the forest and away from his misguided clan. They had become weak, all of them ... and so, before turning his back of the spineless Thornes, the Thane of the North cast his gaze down into the fray, finding Einar the Betrayer standing beside his Queen. And silently, the Thane vowed that he would have his revenge ...

[Prasutagus Darkthorne]

Within Belgada, Prasutagus could feel the volcano beneath the stronghold begin to errupt. He could feel the land begin to conform to the removal of the long curse that had been over it. He even saw the Duke of Darkthorne crawl out of the crevace and howl at the balance returning, refusing to give in. Lava flowed down the crevace as the Duke turned with a spear in hand. Before long that lava flowed up from the crevace it's fires consuming the Duke where he stood. The demon lord began to scream and howl as he and this spear began to melt. He pulled himself from the lava to the cave, where Prasutagus felt his lifeforce give out as lava flowed into the cave. The flesh vats, were consumed in the lava as well. Prasutagus did not care however, his stronghold could be rebuilt, the flame of hate had burst, but was not forgotten. Though his war with Velusia was over, there were other lands, other kingdoms out there.

Just as he told Einar, there could be no light without the dark, they would protect their family and combined lands. But Prasutagus held no favor for those allied to neither clan, they were fair game. Prasutagus was still evil, still had evil plans, but none of them envolved Velusia anymore. He looked to Merlindria, together they would rule over the remaining Darkthornes rebuilding their strength and lands. They would someday rise again to be a threat to some far off kingdom perhaps, but they would never again come as enemies to Velusia. " We will rule the rest of the world together my love, and bath in the blood of our enemies." Prasutagus rose and offered his hand to Merlindria as the Darkthorne army began to collect their dead. They began the long march back to Belgada, to rebuild the stronghold and city.

Rain was falling in Belgada now that the volcano had settled, it was cooling the lava off as they spoke. The sand was being blown back by strong winds revealing the lifeless soil beneath it. The ruins would be rebuilt, the city of Acheron would once again rise up as Belgada's capital as it did in the days of old. Only time would tell if the Darkthornes ever out shadowed the Blackthornes some day, but they were a family united now.

[Ion Darkthorne]

Ion looked on the Darkthornes seeing the change, he even felt different as balance returned to the land. Ion turned to see the Darkthornes leaving back to Belgada, collecting their dead. Smiling, he knew someone had finally done it, ended the war for good. The clans were united finally and the wounds could now heal. Propping his sword on his shoulder he stepped up on the broken deck piece. He guided it up over the armies looking down, none of them would ever really forget this day. The day that Velusia changed forever, but there would be more wars to come. Only this time they would not be between the Thornes, it was time to heal. He could only hope that the peace lasted long enough for some wounds to mend.

Where was his place in all this, he didn't know, perhaps he'd go back to Belgada and try to help in the efforts there. Maybe he'd go to Velusia to see the place he once called home. He couldn't decide, no longer did he have to worry about crossing either territory. Maybe he could go visit the Bloodthorne's lands or the Whitethorne's. He was free to travel wherever he wanted, to do whatever he could occupy himself with. There were many orphans out there left from the wars which had happened in the past. Perhaps he could visit those villages that had been destroyed by the Darkthornes, see if there were any still there. He looked down seeing Einar, he smiled that old dog, he'd have to return someday and see how he was doing. For now he wanted to go see that Belgada was freeing itself from the curse that had a hold on it for so long.


All those who had died in Belgada in the great war past, he could feel their spirits rising to freedom. They were finally set free and that freed the land itself, it would be changing, rebuilding, he might find some place in this new era for Belgada. He knew he wouldn't be able to lay down his weapons and give up fighting. After all he might be called upon someday to come and defend the land from a new enemy, but for now. Ion could only think of one true objective, to clear his soul, to find his peace. He had to clean his soul before he could ever rise his sword again. There was much to think on, to reflect upon and a whole wide world out there. He glided off towards Belgada, he'd come back again someday. He waved to Einar and everyone else he recognized as he went off to find a new purpose.

[Othium Darkthorne]

Othium awoke to the change, it had pulled him from his slumber. As he awoke on the bed, he felt something against his chest. A strange pendent was laid upon it, he looked it over. He knew whose it was, it was his mother's, but she had been dead for sometime now. Othium rose and walked out of the house he'd been left in. Darkthorne was changing, he could feel it echoing out through the Darkthornes there. He could fell himself begin to see clearly almost as if his eyes had been covered. Othium had to find his king, Prasutagus and queen Merlindria, something strange had happened. He could barely remember anything, but he knew enough to know where he belonged. Othium spread his wings, a feather or two drifted off in the wind as his silver hair whipped about his face. Jumping up into the air he took flight towards where he felt his leaders to be, he'd find his answers there.

Landing near the Zalentran knights, Othium walked up to see what had happened. He saw Prasutagus and Merlindria there as well as strangers. So somehow they were freed from the curse of the gods. The curse to forever be seperate and at war with one another. Othium still felt a hint of his evil lurking within his subconscious, but he felt it drained it lacked the unstable composition it once had. It no longer drove him, it merely lingered like a memory or any other emotion. It was up to him whether he gave in to it or not. At this point he was fine just how he was, he wanted to go home, back to Belgada. His ship had been destroyed somehow, he was alive somehow. Questions sometimes only led to more questions and no answers, it was best to leave them be. Sometimes one should merely accept what is before you, then thinking on what you can not see.

That was how Othium saw it anyway, he went and began to march with the other Darkthornes back to Belgada. He'd build a new airship of his own design and serve the new leaders as they saw fit. He only hoped that they would not become too soft, evil was a need thing to keep balance. Othium found a horse without an owner, he climbed upon it's back. He'd ride to Belgada rather then fly, it was too long of a distance anyway to fly. He might come back to Demise after it had been repaired, he'd like to find out those answers someday.

[Cordelia]

"It is our duty, milord." Cordelia said indifferently as shot the half  clothed man a strange look as she passed in a hurry. ~Cal, I will be back in a moment. The injured are coming in faster than we can treat them.~

Catching a page in the hall she instructed him to bring a set a clothes for the man and continued down into the lowest levels of the manor into secret passage ways warded with heavy enchantments, each more powerful than the next. Nothing could pass without her mistress's knowledge or permission. Entering the laboratory, she quickly found the bottles, draining the first one quickly. She wipe her mouth as she felt the potion coursing through out her entire body. She leaned on the cold marble sparing a brief moment to catch her breath.

Reuniting with her closest relative prompted a wave of homesickness to see small thatch-roofed cottages in her home village and hear the songs of the washer women who do their laundry in the nearby river. Cordelia  could not remember much of Calesta's family, only they had penchant for playing lively music and were talented healers. Their gran, the village wise woman, was the last living decendant- blood or not, of the Nona Streghia that raised Honor in her youth. Cordelia speculated it was the main reason that Honor had sought out the village after many years.

Placing the empty bottle on the long table she walked out of the room reminding herself to come back and prepare more potions for the exhausted caregivers -but first her mistress. She closed the door shut and momentarily reconsidered. There was more potions in the lab. Since she was going to make more there was no sense in bringing more up now. Going back into the laboratory she filled her arms with as many potions as she could carry, closing the door again with her foot. A bottle slipped from her arms rolling down the hall. "Great Weavers!" she swore passionately chasing down the errant bottle. The door to another laboratory was ajar a fraction as if someone had been down here frequently.

Cordelia picked up the bottled and looked around the hallway. "Is anyone down here?" Silence greeted her. The door led to her mistress's brother's private laboratory. He was in no condition to be down here, she thought. The possibility of a break-in was unthinkable, but still she felt the need to investigate. "Hello? Anyone here?"

Gaslight created dancing shadows around the dusty room. Stranger and stranger. Fresh vials sat on the counter -plainly new arrivals. Who did delivered this and for what purpose? A chill ran through her veins for her mistress. Did her brother intend on harming his sister, after all Honor had done for him? Suspicion squelched any burgeoning attraction that she had for Honor's long lost brother. She had heard of his misdeeds and could not understand how time and time again that her mistress turned a blind eye to his true nature.

Running out of the room, she hastily closed the door with her shoulder and scurried up the steps, depositing the lion's share of the potions with Martha before rushing to check on her mistress's safety. She knew right where Honor would be. "Mistress! I need to speak with you urgently!"

[Honor Demise]

Honor smiled tiredly at Adrian's attempt at seduction, if she had more energy she might have called his bluff. Spending time with her brother was her only care at that moment. Her forces were top-notch, her technology was cutting edge and her alliances were strong. She felt confident if matters turned for the worst Vitus would contact her immediately. When Cordelia returned with the vitality potion, she would feel more like herself.

She stepped into Vahn's apartment pulling a chair to his bedside watching him as he slept and brushed away the errant locks covering his face, feeling her heart ache at his condition. Honor must have stared at his precious face for minutes until her most trusted confidante scurried into her room with a look of pure dread on her face.

"Mistress! I need to speak with you urgently!"

Honor scowled in confusion, wondering what had upset her lady-in-waiting so. "Yes, Cordelia, is there a problem?" She asked as she rose from the chair and walked over to Cordelia stepping out of the apartment into the hallway and closed the door behind her, not wishing to disturb her ailing brother.

[Vahn Demise]

As Honor left the room with Cordelia, Sidius slowly and silently made his way in. Sidius came to check on Vahn and make sure his lord was doing okay. Vahn opened his eyes grumbling, but this presented the opprotunity. Vahn turned to Sidius and gave him the instructions on how to opperate the Exodus machine. Gave him exact instructions on which vials to add first, and what reagents needed to be added and when. Vahn also gave Sidius a sample of his own blood to add to the mixture. Sidius read over the instructions and looked up at Vahn, but Vahn gave him a look. A look that said he didn't want this to be discussed out loud. Vahn had plans which he would be undertaking as soon as he regained some of his lost strength. Plans that included that serum and would eventually include the Thorne's realm stone gateway. Course he'd deal with things here first before going to the old world, a world where he would be the only magic user.

Vahn had Honor and Reinne to deal with, as well as Reagan he'd have to deal with Vincent when he could. He'd also like to try and have another conversation with Coldheart, and perhaps try to get a sample of his blood as well. Coldheart had forbid Cebreese and Vahn from digging around any more in Cerebus. But Coldheart had also told them that some mysteries are better left buried under the snow and ice. That hinted that Coldheart knew what lay beneath his lands. Vahn wondered just how much that bastard knew and wasn't telling. He didn't want to make an enemy out of Coldheart, but he was hard to make an ally. Vahn remembered that Cebreese had found something as well. For Vahn had been around Cebreese for sometime and one day noticed him wearing a strange amulet.

Could he have found that amulet while looking around the ruins while Vahn oversaw the digging? Vahn ushered Sidius off to get to work, after the wedding Vahn would go down to inspect his work and see if the serum was perfected or not. Right now Vahn would rest for his mind was begining to think just a bit too much. He needed rest to regain his strength before undertaking the long road ahead of him. Vahn told Sidius to use Vahn's ring to teleport to the laboratory that way he could continue his work without being seen.

[Analisa_Blackthorne]

Analisa had knelt close by the now resting Shamus and when he awoke confused she rose to her feet offering assistance to him to do the same. The entity had done its job well as she saw no hint of the all consuming rage that had taken over her cousin. His eyes were bright and clear with just the hint of confussion in them and that was the only emotion she felt emitting off him as well.

Reaching down she plucked the sword from the ground and offered it hilt first to him as the shadow walker finally answered her kings question,"You are in my sanctuary the shadow realm. I kept you from killing Merlindria by bringing you here, you were not yourself...", cutting the sentence short Analisa cleared the darkness away and brought them out into the open once more.

Watching the others move about she kept to the position just behind Shamus' left shoulder in preparation for anything that might come their way that looked harmful. A simple nod and glance in the king's direction would tell all those interested that Shamus was indeed well and back to normal,"I believe your attention is requested sire.", Analisa glance from Shamus to Reinne then grew silent once more.

[Zorin Ravencrest Caspius]

Zorin turned seeing that everything was coming to an end, he didn't have a single wound. Zorin began to wonder, but then he realized she of course would be looking over him and his men. Aurora, she had placed some sort of protective spell over them before they left. Zorin heard something from one of the mercenaries that served Darkthorne.

" He looks almost just like the guy.."

Zorin realized the man was talking about him, Zorin approached the man and asked, " Who do I look like?"

Man: " Dorin Peacecraft, the leader of the city-state Peacecraft that fell in Belgada during the last war. I hear he's still there, but everyone that goes there disappears. Yeah you two could be brothers, twins maybe even..."

Zorin turned away from the man, could it be, the he had heard that he had a older brother. When he returned to Caspius to learn of his missing siblings, he'd gone on a search finding only his two sisters. He had thought perhaps the rumor about a brother was just that a mere rumor. If it was true then that meant...that he would have to go to Peacecraft and see with his own eyes. But first they'd go back to Zalentra, he wouldn't go without Aurora, for the trip would be long and possibly dangerous. Too dangerous for him to take his men far from their homes. He'd have to do this on his own, but since peace between Darkthorne and Blackthorne had occured. He would have the time to go on such an endevour, besides if it really was his brother, then he might need his help.

He had heard his older brother was the son of the goddess Hydros, that he had powers over water. From what he remembered of Peacecraft, their leader had such powers. Why hadn't he thought of that before, though Peacecraft once was part of Velusia. Ever since it became taken over by the Darkthornes and become part of Belgada, it surely suffered the fate and curse of all cities in Belgada. His brother might already be dead, for the desert had consumed all the cities in Belgada, leaving only a dry and sandy landscape behind.

" Come Zalentran knights, the war is over, let us return to our home and rest for once. It's time we treasured the peace to come while it lasts, mount up!"

Zorin walked with his knights to their horses and mounted his, turning and waiting for the others to as well. Together they rode back towards Zalentra, none of his men had perished in the fight thankfully. They were blessed to have Aurora on their side, she was quite the woman. Zorin stopped in front of Shamus and Analisa, he looked to Analisa, " Thank you for helping return Lord Shamus to his rightful mind. You may be dark, but your heart holds enough light to balance it out. Lord Shamus, the Zalentran knights will be heading back to Zalentra if your majesty has no more need for us that is."

[Isolde Whitethorne]

Pale gold tresses hung in ringlets of pink, blonde and red as she finally lowered her sword and shield to look at the piles of bodies that littered the ground where she and her men stood. The gate had been secured and rather easily at that. With a quick flick of her wrist she slashed the dribblets of blood off her weapon and sheathed it in the scabbard at her side as she turned to a few of the men and barked the orders to begin clearing the gate of bodies. As she turned toward the chruch she caught a glance of Reinne running in tow behind the man of such darkness and evil it nearly made her ill. Growling she turned her stoney gaze to Bomahr and Aureon.

" Let's go!"

Immediately two fingers entered her mouth as she let loose a shrill whistle. Within seconds, the sound of thundering hooves clattering over the cobble stoned streets of Demise greeted her ears. Talos came galloping up to her side, his muzzle quickly beating against her chest in greeting as she patted his neck before launching herself into the saddle.

" Let's go boy! HYAH!"

The pair took off in the direction the Darkthorne king had taken the Velusian queen. They would not lose their prospect so easily. As Talos flew over the bloodied ground and leapt over the bodies she leaned forward in the saddle looking like a valkerie as she came to the circle of Zalentrian knights. Quickly she yanked back on the runs, her destrier sliding to a stop on his haunches pawing the air slightly as she leapt off and yanked free her sword once again, prepared to fight.  Shouldering her way through the masses she came up short at the scene before her.

Shamus had just hit the king of Darkthorne in the back with his weapon. As her eyes took in the entire scene, she marked every detail in that instant. One glance at Reinne and she knew...peace had been made. Though she loathed to think the Darkthornes would be welcome back to the folds, she would not sully the peace on this day. It was not the time to deal with the darkness of that evil clan. As her other men came up and prepared to take on other Darkthornes she raised her hand in signal to stand down..despite their grave distaste at such an act of mercy. But they knew, to disobey was considered treason and an affront to the oath of the paladin, so they did as told.

As Shamus came about her eyes would study the man, a small twinge in her gut that was unfamiliar as he questioned what had happened. Wincing she pulled her gaze away settling on that of Analisa only to perk a brow at the aura surrounding the Blackthorne woman.

" Interesting," she whispered.

Finally it fell to Reinne and the warrior who placed his hand with such familiarity on her shoulder. Again a brow would perk, this time a small smile gracing her lips. Even a blind man could see what was going on between those two. Now to wait and see what would happen.