LHC Official Unofficial CF Archival Thing

[Sariel of Tevet]

(keep in mind I am drunk :cheers:)

Pullio picks Spirirt up and carries her off of the road. "You stay out of danger, pretty lady." He says and bonks her nose with a finger. Then he returns to the middle of the road and takes a fighting stance, holding out his fists as f he is ready to battle. His eyes glance over to Spirit to make sure she is ok before returning to the dark shapes that grow ever closer. His odd eyes narrow as the berserker reaches for Triana, but not yet pulling her out, because as everyone knows once a berserker's weapon is unsheathed, it cannot be sheathed until it has spilt blood. His fingers wrap across the leather handle carefully, and with a practiced ease. Pullio is prepared to fight. OR get hit by a motorcycle or whatever.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Sark looked at the monitor that the Nightman had indicated. He initially didn't react to the Dayman's antics, but he raised an eyebrow upon noticing some of the other figures that were gathered nearby. "So..." he said with a smirk, "they survived after all." He turned his gaze to the Nightman, though he continued facing the camera feed. "My goal differs from your own, however pursuing this man may lead me closer to accomplishing it regardless." Now he moved to fully face the Nightman. He crossed his feet, then placed his hands behind his back with elbows pointed into the air and chest puffed out. "It is for this reason that I, Sark, shall assist you in finding and defeating him!"

Another blast of electronic music tore through the room and into the next, knocking several clones to their feet. While on the ground, their bodies began to change. Their skin grew paler, and their pupils seemed to expand until their eyes were entirely black. Finally, each of them grew a pair of fangs. The vampires stood, and began shambling towards their new master. In unison they moaned, "Wrryyyyyy..."

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Cale and Kayla had merely stood and watched as the chaos developed around them. "Never a moment's rest, is there?" the latter remarked, but she then noticed that her brother was already making his way into the garage. She entered after him, and after looking around the few remaining machines she found him standing over what appeared to be a dead, lime-green colored squid.

"I choose this one," he declared.

She frowned. "I... I don't think you can ride that."

"Maybe not, but it... It speaks to me."

"Ye," said the squid.

Cale stepped onto the squid as though it were a surfboard, then pointed after the rest of the party. "Onward!"

"Hokay," the squid replied, and ink began to squirt from each of its tentacles. It started sliding, slowly at first, but gradually picking up speed as though the laws of friction did not apply to it. By the time he exited the garage, the pair were already moving fast enough to catch up to, and even overtake the rest of the group. So fast, in fact, that Cale didn't notice the man standing in the road until it was too late. He jumped, and the squid stuck to his feet, but it was not quite enough to clear Pullio's head, and the squid's mantle collided with the berserker's face at such a speed that Cale and his squid were launched high into the air, and Pullio was showered in ink.

By now, Kayla had finally managed to find a ride which appealed to her. It appeared to be a flying saucer of some sort, just large enough for her to stand on and hovering a couple of feet off the ground. Though she wasn't sure why, something about it seemed oddly familiar. As she climbed aboard, she decided that, as she didn't know what the machine was actually called, she would simply refer to is as a UFO for the time being. The instant she stood atop the UFO, it shot forward, as though it had a mind of its own. She flew past the others, and like Cale, she failed to move in time to avoid poor Pullio. She tried to increase her altitude, but wasn't able to get out of the way quickly enough. Just before the UFO collided with the man's face, a compartment opened up on its surface and a large boxing glove sprang forth.

[Sariel of Tevet]

"I suppose that works well enough. Your support is welcomed."

The Nightman glanced over at the vampire nightman clone robots...and could only describe the expression as one of intrigue and disgust. But he silently agreed to himself that they were much less disturbing (and possibly infinitely more useful) than the bumbling zombie clone. He shook his head and sighed, before turning to the monitor.

"Now. It seems as if they are following what I have learned are the Storm Riders. Given their direction.."

He pressed a button and a mini map popped up in the bottom corner of the screen.

"...they are most likely headed here. It is the only significantly sized structure in the area, significant enough to house a bunch of rowdy bikers atleast. It must be their base. And of course..."

He pressed a button and brought the screen to the street view of the base, and then turned his wrist to angle the feed around the corner.

"...they are right around the corner from an atmosferrie bar....something called a 'Hooters'. No doubt a hangout of theirs. I suggest we overthrow this Hooters and use it as a foothold until they reach the base."

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The Dayman felt a rush of poor air gust by him. He looked up to see an inky blur and some sort of UFO speeding away from everyone.

"Blast. They found my pet squid, Boopen Jr," The Dayman paused for a moment of silents, and remembered the sweet calamari taste of a previous foe, "and my pet UFO! Oh how the aliens aren't going to be pleased with this...filthy commoners. I will catch you!"

The Dayman kicked his codpiece kart into top gear and began to drive more recklessly than ever before. And soon approached an ink covered...well hobo...but more barbaric than usual. Not really caring that there was a poor person in the road, The Dayman pushed the pedal harder than ever and muttered:

"Filthy vagrants....20 points!"

And he collided with Pullio and kept on truckin in style, as his codpiece kart sustained no damage, obviously. Poor people can't hurt royal property of course. They are unable to get dirty. How else do you think he keeps his suit and codpiece so clean?

Stratus didn't really care much for the race anymore.

"I don't really care much for this race anymore!"

He shouted out towards whoever would listen, which generally is no one at all.

"I am the biggest baddest biker out here."

He saw The Dayman casually blow through a vagrant in the middle of the road and kept going.

"Ha! You are so puny cod man. If you think you can take that guy out...watch this!"

Stratus hurled his bike towards Pullio full throttle and as he approached, stood up on his bike, bent over, and mooned the barbarian as he flew past on his bike. He pulled up his pants and began to laugh.

"See! I am the bigger man here. You wouldn't have dared to defeat an enemy in that way!"

[Sariel of Tevet]

Vespi sneered at the Water Elemental easily keeping pace with the Storm Riders. How dare she taunt us like that, she brooded. She shouted to the Rider nearest her, a sandstorm faerie called Geirhald and indicated the Water Elemental. Geirhald's ephemeral face morphed into something like a scowl and made a questioning gesture.

Should I do something about her?

Vespi shook her head. No, let the Elemental be for now. The Storm Riders had more important matters to attend to.

Not too long later, the Riders pulled up alongside a nondescript tavern with a sign that read 'The Abandoned Warehouse' and depicted a few discarded crates. Telling people to meet at The Abandoned Warehouse was something of a loyalty test because scattered around Stormfront were a number of real abandoned warehouses, many of which were controlled by various other gangs. None of these locations bore official names, and their locations were never revealed to non-members. Some were converted to other buildings with new names, but still run by these gangs and referred to them as such. The Storm Riders had taken it to a meta level by taking an abandoned warehouse, renovating it into a bar, and then naming it the Abandoned Warehouse.

Geirhald remained at Vespi's side while the other Riders lumbered inside. He touched her arm carefully (lighting + sand = glass) and spoke words that sounded like dusty wind in the distance. Vespi understood; most Atmosfaerie could understand each other.

"I'm sure, Geir. Enemy of my enemy, you know."

More words, rough sandpaper on stone.

"They don't know. They won't, if I have anything to say about it."

A gentle breeze with just a few bits of sand.

"Don't worry. I'll do what needs to be done. For us. For all of us."

Geirhald seemed satisfied, but let his touch linger. Vespi broke it off and turned to await her followers.

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Jereman Opheia quit his pacing when a servant entered the room and bowed. "My Lord Corsswind."

"What is it?" he snapped, then composed himself. "Yes?"

"Ah. There is a...ah...young lady here for you."

Jereman narrowed his eyes and studied the hallway beyond the door. "Who?"

"She...didn't say."

"Why not?"

"She...can't."

He considered that a moment, then nodded. "Then it's her. Take me to her." As they walked, he asked of the servant, "Have the Blade Riders deployed?"

"Yes, sir. They were alerted as soon as the Storm Riders reappeared in sight of the city."

Jereman remained silent until they arrived at the drawing room, wherein sat upon a couch a young lady with bright red hair and stunning blue eyes. She stared him, unblinking, expressionless. He couldn't help but notice her...interesting yellow striped dress. She hugged something metal to her chest tightly.

"It's very nice to meet you, Miss...?"

"Sylvia," a mechanical voice finished. Her lips hadn't moved, but the sound had appeared to come from her... "Sylvia Cavendish," it said again. This time, Jereman noticed a light on the metal blink with each word. He studied a moment before realizing it was a weapon of some kind; the handle reached the floor, and she hugged the business end to her.

"Miss Cavandish," he completed with a polite bow. "I had expected to see the Director."

"The Director has other matters." Despite a mechanical voice, Jereman noticed an air of contempt in those words. "She cannot be bothered with this. Madam Sylvia will be more than sufficient for cleaning up your mess, Crosswind."

"My mess? I haven't - "

"Precisely. You haven't. Windborne Haley stalks your streets with robots, money wizards, and biker gangs. As well, numerous other Project: Midnight experiments have somehow waltzed through your gates without so much as an alert. The Director once held high regard for you, Jereman. It seems the Crosswind has...softened since the shutdown."

Jereman fumed. The wind within the room picked up, blowing papers and small utensils about. He opened his mouth to shout something, but the weapon cut him off.

"Capture Windborne Haley, Lord Opheia. Do what you will with the other experiments. Nothing pertaining to Project: Midnight is to leave the city." Sylvia rose, continuing to hold the weapon (which resembled a broadsword) and walked towards the door. She glanced at him sideways with that expressionless facade. "Do you understand?"

"Yes," he growled. But the red-haired girl and her strange weapon were already gone.

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Horror considered Sark a moment, then turned to the Nightman. "I wish to understand what I am. Surely you understand?" The Nightman was simultaneously a robot and a clone; in Horror's experience, both beings always sought to understand their own existence. "So perhaps you would be willing to search with me in the future?"

He glanced at the image of the Hooters. "Until then...a takeover, yes?" He cast a scornful look back at Sark. "What kind would you prefer? I can make them vampires. I can make them werewolves. I can also make them mindless zombies - although I don't suppose such a state of being would be very much different from their current one."

After a moment, he added, "I can also call several kinds of plagues."

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Haley avoided abusing the barbarian, and so edged just a bit farther ahead of the Dayman, arriving at the Abandoned Warehouse in time to see Vespi turn away from the Sandstorm Atmosfaerie.

As Haley parked the bike and got off, Dorian groaned and muttered something about liking the bike more than the watch. Haley started to say something an edgy loner would no doubt say, but Vespi cut her off with a voice like crackling electricity.

"I shall wait for the others. Go on in and have a drink."

Haley frowned, studying the Faerie and her companion, before stomping off to the bar. The bar was...well, you ever been in a biker bar? No? Ever seen one on TV? Yeah, it looked like that, but with people made of weather instead of leather.

What? What do you mean you've never seen a biker bar on TV? What are you, six? Go watch the first fifteen minutes of Terminator and get back to me. I'll wait.

(No I won't.)

Haley found a seat at the bar, but didn't order a drink. Everything on the shelf looked like something a witch would brew.

"Been a long time since I've been in one of these," she muttered.

"Turn around," Dorian moaned. "I want to seeeeeeeee!"

"Ugh." Haley spun around and leaned back with her elbows on the bar, watching the door. "There."

[Sariel of Tevet]

Pullio narrows his eyes, spits out ink, and leaps to his feet. HE roars in a fury that can only come from an injured, embarrassed berserker and thinks about unsheathing his blade, but, due to his instruction not to kill them, he does not. The berserker takes off after the gang, eyes red with madness, face twisted with a grin that only psychopaths can share. (looks like !psychotic ) The ink covered madman reaches the biker bar, kicks in the door, and searches the room with his eyes, breathing heavily. It doesn't take long, even for the idiot that he is, for Pullio to lay his eyes on the group and he stalks towards them, throwing a table, a few people, and a chair out of his way when they couldn't move fast enough. He stares at the Dayman, the one whom he assumes is the cause of this trouble, and snarls, the angry growl resonating from deep within his chest.

PEople scatter from around his, fleeing from the sight of the monstrous madmen who can throw people with one hand as if they were chased by a bear by a ferocious bloodthirsty rabbit a fire demon from the thirteenth dimension of hell by their evil in-laws by a mad man with a two-handed sword. The bar quickly empties, leaving only the group and the psychopath.

[Sariel of Tevet]

The Water Elemental

Her visage was pointed toward the storm riders, all of them just stopped by one of there hang outs she assumed. Not trusting them in the slightest, she waited for some of the others to at least arrive, and it was when Haley made ever so slight conversation with the faeries that she jumped down, her feet splashing the ground then reforming difficultly, in fact... she was getting kind of warm. Which meant she had spent to much time away from a fresh source of water. Quickly, she made her way into the hangout before any of the faeries could get a word in, and if they did. She just was not listening.

Walking up to what she assumed was "the bar" as overheard by other beings. The Water Elemental looked at whatever creature was behind it. She did not know if it was human, Atmosfaerie or what. To be quiet frank, she was to preoccupied as she ordered water of all things. Idly hoping they would have some, she got strange looks. Though sure enough they did, and was about to be handed a small glass of it before she stopped him. "I need a bunch of it, in the biggest container you have or whatever you call these things that hold liquids. "Glasses?" are they, I apologize for not knowing your words as well as I could."

The tender then shook his head, giving her a larger glass of water. It was not much of an improvement, but it was something as she lifted her hand and let the water spill out of the cup and into the air, similar to magic as it ran into her form and dispersed through her. When she was done, The Water Elemental turned to Haley who was not very far away. "I could not help but notice you talking to yourself at times. May I know what that is all about?" the question came from no wheres, as most of her questions did at times.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Haley watched the Elemental pour water into herself with interest. She's like me, she wondered. Here and not here...ephemeral...illusory...

"There's a...boy in my watch. Sounds weird right? Well itself even weirder. He's stuck in something like a mirror world. He exists on the other side of reflections. Most people can't see him; something about him not having a real form, only a reflection."

She turned the watch towards the Elemental. Dorian waved. "Dorian says hello. And I'm Haley. What do you go by?

[Sariel of Tevet]

The Water Elemental

Despite her affinity for such things. She could hardly see anything "He is there... but I only see him as a blurr. It does not matter though, hello Dorian and Haley" she wished she could see the young boy in the watches shine clearly for a proper greeting, and she was intrigued by this so called mirror world that was spoken off.

At Haley's re stated question to her name though, she was forced to think about it again. "What, like your title Haley? no, I don't actually have a name..." she sounded skeptical then slightly in awe "I would be honored to have a name though! Call me what ever you please. A few that have been shouted at me before are- beast, hell demon and witch. Though the ones who have spoken them were running away... I suppose they must have been fearful insults then. Apologies once more Haley."

[Sariel of Tevet]

"Dammit you lower class filth!"

The Dayman slammed his codpiece kart into Stratus' motorcycle.

"How can you even afford gas for that ridiculous bike of yours?"

Stratus pulled a sword from a compartment in the side of his bike and swung it at The Dayman's head. The Dayman, not caring that it was an over elaborate way to defend himself, hit the cruise control and thrusted upwards and blocked the sword with his codpiece and began to attack back.

Stratus dodged a codpiece clad charge, and hit back with his sword again, splashing the road with sparks as they headed deeper into town.

"I don't have to pay for fuel! Big guys like me just take whatever they want! Everyone is weaker than me! Especially you old man!"

The Dayman stood up in his seat, grabbed Stratus' sword arm, and put it down by his side.

"Old? OLD! I will have you know that royalty is timeless, boy."

Stratus stood up on his motorcycle and shoved his face right against The Dayman's sparkling person.

"Timeless? More like you have been around so long that you forgot how old you are!"

The Dayman glared at Stratus' chin, which was positioned a mere inch from himself, careful not to make eye contact.

"Do you see this body?!" The Dayman pulled his deep v back to reveal his chiseled chest. "This is the body of royalty, a timeless gem for all around to see!"

In fact, they couldn't see. His chest sparkled and glistened with such ferocity that both himself and Stratus became blinded, and mistakenly flung themselves straight through the wall of the Storm Rider's hideout and were flung from their vehicles, landing in bar stools right next to Haley and a Water Elemental.

Stratus stood up on top of the bar and yelled "First!", before noticing an already filled building and taking his seat again.

"Well..I'm still the biggest one here."

The Dayman tapped the bar, signalling the bartender to bring him a drink. The Dayman took the beer bottle, pressed it into the underside of his codpiece, and snapped the cap off. He then placed it on the counter without even so much as looking like he wanted to take a drink. Stratus stared at him, in the confused and alcohol needy way any teen would.

"You...you aren't going to drink that?"

"Nope."

"W...why not?"

"Don't want to."

"Then why did you order one..."

"Because you can't."

[Sariel of Tevet]

"Letting those two interact is a crime against humanity." Leske muttered to himself as he parked his bike outside the Storm Riders hideout and atually used the door to get inside. He sat down next to the Dayman and ordered himself a drink as well, ignoring the sputtering outrage of his younger "comrade".

"For the record, Magnus isn't here." Leske told the Dayman. "Haven't seen im or the others in years."




Ephantus hovered to the bar without much incident. Or at least, not much incident that he cared to notice. The inside of the Storm Riders hideout was rather disappointingly plain, in his opinion.

He approached the bar and ordered a drink...thern stared at it as he realized that he didn't drink alcohol.

Or anything else for that matter.

[Sariel of Tevet]

The Dayman raised his bottle and toasted to Leske, giving him his well earned one eye of contact.

"So you're on your own eh? Congratulations! I am sure Magnus is off worrying about some silly book somewhere. You know how he is. You are much better off hanging out with true royalty such as myself."

He lowered the beer bottle and toasted to his codpiece with a clank, and then wafted the brew in front of Stratus' puny teenage face before sitting it down on the counter again.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Leske sips his drink and nods thoguhtfully, then stops. He frowns at the Dayman. "We did, in fact, go looking for a book once. You were there for that..."

He thinks for a moment. "Dayman...what happened the last time you saw me?"

[Sariel of Tevet]

The Dayman looked at Leske as if he were a hobo, which meant he was very confused. His confused face and hobo face are very much the same. Just as how his aroused face and kitty face are nearly identical. It is a long story and has something to do with a cat eared babysitter he once had as a child, but I digress.

"Last time I saw you, we were leaving the Ridley wedding."

The Dayman began to weep to himself.

"Such beautiful...beautiful displays of true love...I can almost remember the vows now"

He began to sob and slammed his head down on the counter. Stratus attempted to reach over for the seemingly unsupervised beer, but The Dayman snatched it away and began to cuddle it quite tightly to calm himself, and rocked back and forth on his codpiece.

[Sariel of Tevet]

'Oh good." And by that Leske certainly did NOT mean it was good. In fact he meant it quite the opposite. "So you' don't remember the Spire or..anything in Northyros or beyond. Wonderful." It wasn't that bad, Leske supposed. Truth be told it didn't make that much of a difference.

"Well, that happened nearly eight years ago for me."

[Sariel of Tevet]

The Dayman wiped his tears away and muttered.

"Eight...years ago?"

He turned around to face the narrator..uh..me. I...yes sir? No...no I wasn't aware of a time skip at all! No...I am not omnipresent or anything like that remember? I just...follow you around and say everything you are doing. ...No! No sir it is quite alright...oh well yes thank you I would quite like to have your beer.

The now beerless Dayman turned back around to face the bar and motioned for another beer, with which he uncapped with his codpiece yet again and kept away from Stratus, who looked very displeased at this point.

"I will end you old man."

"You aren't even old enough to begin tiny."

"BITE ME! I AM THE BIGGEST PERSON IN HERE."

"When you are big enough to fill my codpiece son, then I will buy you a beer."

The Dayman shook his head and placed a hand on Leske's shoulder.

"Kids ay?"

[Sariel of Tevet]

Kayla and her UFO pulled into the bar shortly after the others. She was slightly disappointed to have lost her lead, but she had stopped after hitting the barbarian to try and see where Cale had flown off to. Her brother was nowhere to be seen, but Kayla figured that he'd probably show up sooner or later. She took a seat next to Leske, leaning the UFO against the bar, and asked for a glass of water. Looking down the bar, she examined the assembled group. Seeing the interaction between the Dayman and Stratus, she thought out loud, "Strange that this kid seems to be the most normal one of the bunch..." She then looked up at Leske. Though she was pretty sure she had never seen him before, something about him seemed... familiar. His aura, perhaps? Even as she thought that, Kayla wasn't sure if that made any sense.

It was at that moment that Cale crashed in through the ceiling, landing on the stool next to Kayla. Boopen Jr. followed shortly after, landing on the next stool after that. Without missing a beat, he tapped the bar to get a drink. Kayla and the bartender both gave him quizzical looks.

"Cale..." she said in a slightly confused tone, "we... don't know how old we are. We might not even be able to drink."

"Oh, right. I guess I'll have to check my ID, then." Kayla could only gape as he reached into his back pocket and retrieved his wallet. He pulled out his driver's license and looked it over. He looked at his date of birth, but then realized that he didn't know what year it was. Still, it didn't take him long to notice the words "UNDER 21" printed on the card. He swore, but then something else caught his eye. He stared at the card for a moment longer, then grabbed the top of his head with his hands. "I HAVE SILVER HAIR?!? AWESOME! I'M LIKE A CARTOON CHARACTER!"

Kayla stared in disbelief. "You... how have you not looked in a mirror... or noticed that we look exactly the same? And how long have you had an ID... and..." she stopped herself in mid-sentence, realizing that it was hopeless to try and ask questions. With a sigh she drank the rest of her water, then lowered her head into her hands. She looked at Leske again, trying to concentrate on what it was that seemed familiar. As she thought, she realized that she got a similar vibe from the Dayman, though it was slightly different. She started massaging her temples, becoming increasingly confused as to what this all could mean.

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Sark watched the Nightman's screen, and listened intently to his plan. "A takeover... though rather predictable, I suppose that is an acceptable course of action." Without so much as acknowledging Horror, he turned and started walking out of the room, his vampire henchmen in tow. "I suppose I'll wait for you there, then." His theme song started blasting from nowhere again, and he left the Project: Midnight facility. Moving at superhuman speed, he and his minions quickly arrived at the exterior of the Hooters. "Wrryyyyyyy....."

[Sariel of Tevet]

Bartholemew Screeches up to the bar, wildly chuckling as he hops off his bike, put's up the Kickstand, and walks in. He see's the Madman with the big sword threatening his newly-aquired comrades, and whistles. "Wellll Shit. You look /PISSED/!" he says, as he strides in- coat rippling in the air dramaticaly, his stride declaring ownership of the ground he walks upon. A Smirk plasters itself on his face, as he strides up behind the berserker- the right past him to sit his ass down next to Haley, and look to the Barkeep.

The Barkeep is himself a huge, burly, biker- and likely one of the few men who didn't flee the premise, as Bart smiles and starts to order a drink.

Even as his sword telepathically facepalms over the ignoring of an obvious threat, and Bart grins. "So make that Rum- heavy stuff, to."

"Ayep. You gon' take care of that bastard running of my Business, or..?"

"Man, he'll take care of himself.."

[Sariel of Tevet]

Being the good characters followers people they are, Mhenlo and Vidaar entered the biker bar, following everyone else. Suddenly, a maniac wielding a giant two-handed sword burst through the door, locked his gaze on the group (specifically the Dayman for some reason), and charged, knocking people, chairs, and tables into the air.

Vidaar and Mhenlo dodged off to the side, readying fists, feet, and bow. However, they bumped into one of the bikers there, angering him to the point of MURDER!!!

The biker pulled out a home-made shiv and shanked Vidaar.

"Argh!" Vidaar screamed in pain. He fell to the ground, bleeding to death.

"NO!!!" yelled Mhenlo, running to Vidaar and dropping to his knees, picking the ranger up and holding him in his arms. "You can't die on me." Mhenlo whispered a prayer of healing to Feng Ming, but it went unanswered. His spells would not work. The monk, showing true emotion for the first time since he began his training, began to cry. It turns out that there was character development off-screen because Mhenlo realized that he loved Vidaar.

And Vidaar realized this, too.

"It's okay," Vidaar said between coughs. "At least I die knowing you felt the same way about me."

"No!" yelled Mhenlo. "I refuse to lose you!" He began chanting a prayer of fire to Huo Zhan.

During this time, the biker who had shanked Vidaar spoke up, but not with the typical gruff voice one would expect. With a clear royal-esque English accent, he says to Mhenlo, "you, sir, are a ninny..."

Upon finishing the prayer, both Mhenlo and Vidaar burst into blue-white flames, and in a brilliant flash at the height of the spell, nothing was left save for a scorch mark on the floor.

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In the midst of the chaos, one man (who just happened to be seated at the booth next to our...intrepid?...heroes maybe? I don't know how to describe them, really) had been sitting completely stoic, but interested, while listening to more of Magnus's exploits that he didn't even know about. Once the barbarian that had burst through the door finished his little tantrum of throwing things and people around, the man spoke, somewhat to the Dayman and Leske, but mostly to himself.

"Magnus was a good man. Hope he's doing well. I would say we could talk about him, but it seems there's a distraction." The man turned and stood to face the berserker, drawing his twin obsidian daggers in a reverse grip. Rings of flame, mist, lightning, and stone encircled his wrists, indicating that he was channeling the very elements and ready for combat.

"Please leave. You're causing the bartender to get angry and distracting people talking about a good person. That's very rude."

[Sariel of Tevet]

"Wait...." Leske stared at the scene in a mixture of horror and fascination. "What the actual fuck just happened?"

[Sariel of Tevet]

Spirit

She was practically red in the face with frustration, but forced herself to calm as she followed the raging barbarian at a calm walk. Knowing the general direction they were going. When she came across a hooters bar, she was sure she got lost. That was until there was shouts of pain, broken glass and the sound of a wrecking ball striking a building. "That's where they are" she mumbled, surprised she had not guessed. Walking into it, she realized that it was vehicles and not a wrecking ball which had broken the walls. As well, there was an impervious amount of confusion as two people died in a brilliant flash of fire, leaving a black stain. She walked up behind the barbarian, and answered the just asked question as she walked from behind him into the open. Hoping he would at least recognize her. So far, there was no hand around her neck, but she would dodge and attack him if she needed to.

"To answer your question, it seems that people have died, a barbarian got angry... and some type of magic wielder has told the barbarian off, and is on the verge of getting his arms ripped clean away from his torso... so pretty much the average citizens day." She wiped her face with her hand before whispering to Pullio tensely. "Pullio, these friends... I Spirit... the one with beautiful black wolf's." In fact, her two black wolves were just at the door, peering in with ruffled fur in preparation to attack on her order. "You killed bad people Pullio... relax."

She glared at who she did not know was called The Dayman and his other companions that had angered Pullio in such a way that would have said (This is your fault, and I am going to kill you the first chance I get).