Lady Delana had been quiet the last few hours just overhearing everyones arguments and chatter. She was growing tired herself though she hated sleep. Dreams of Future events and Pain always accompianed her in her dreams..or rather nightmares. She lied down and covered her self with cloth as to prevent the Males from peeping while she slept. She gave a quick Prayor to LORD SILVER as to watch over her party on the morrow.
I think you all need something, here i have some... no, many things with me. Do you want me to mix drinks for you all?
I think this is gonna be a long journey. I won't take money for this, just drink it heartily and rest, hehe.
Wrote a note -'' Lady Delena, i'm thinking why is this journey so safe. Means, no journey can be safer than this, i'm sure there is a big problem we are going to face. Maybe i'm wrong but i feel fishy. All of the travellers are fighting with each other, some may die fighting, hehe.''
*Zubin then saw towards the moon, recalled his fathers face, sealed his bag and lied on a thin grassy patch with his bag under his head. He stared at the moon for about 5 minutes and then went deep into the world of dreams.
*About 2 hours later, he stood up and shouted: ''AZURO CAME IN MY DREAM''*
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''May the Gods give you the strength and power to bear the madness which flows through our minds.''
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
Jarhead was lying on a rough patch of grass, thinking of the conversation he had heard eariler between Carloseus and Winston. All of a sudden, he heard the cry of Zubin as he awoke screaming. "Who or what the fuck is Azuro? My apologies for the language guys..."
Jarhead approached a sleeping Carloseus, and extended a hand to awake him. Before he could touch the sleeping figure, he opened his eyes. "What can I do for you". Jarhead responded, "I noticed before you talking to Winston. About watching each others backs. I dont have many friends here, and im not welcome by some. Id like to join you and Winston. If i may."
*Zubin yelled, Azuro the beholder. He watches everything and everyone from somewhere called his castle. Nbody has seen it yet but he communicates with people by coming in their dreams... somewhat nightmares.
He was a friend of my father but he, Azuro is immortal and cannot die. He came in my dream and told me that one of the travelers i going to be departed from the group. He didn't tell me who but someone. He also told me that we all should prepare for the incoming doom. I cannot see anything unusual but Azuro never lies and never dies, people say so.''
*Zubin stood up and walked towards a tree, sat there and started mixing an exilir.*
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''May the Gods give you the strength and power to bear the madness which flows through our minds.''
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
Lord Mantis, I see you are a bit of a prankster, heh heh, I believe if you want to get that one’s attention you will have to throw bigger wood chips, but I would be wary – you just may end up with a sword to the throat.
We are being watched, my brothers are out scouting about so if you and the Tauren encounter three large copper colored mutated canines do not fear, they are friendly, a demon has transformed them into their present form. They have shared images with me of the demon spawn spies they have shredded while hunting for small game to eat. They seem to believe that there are no more hellspawn roaming near us for now, so we should have a quiet evening.
I would not pity Winston, I believe he is more intelligent than he is letting on, just a bit clumsy.
Oh, one more thing before I retire for the evening, I was wondering where you came upon those toadstools?
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Smiling is infectious.
Give, expecting nothing thereof. ------------ BoD - Come have some fun! Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
Hey can somebody tell me how far we have come? And, can we hunt some animals for food, i'm hungry. This journey is making me think more and more about the incoming dangers and it makes me hungry. Now to leave that aside for a moment, i have prepared this exilir from my mixing skills, hehe. This may work and may not. I'm not much of a healer but i have at last mixed this. This exilir is made up of herbs which can save lives. How, i'll tell you. When a zombie, vampire or a werewolf bites or claws you, you may get infected and turn into one. It works as an antidote. I tried to make this for years and yesterday i made this. Ths will help us on our journey.
*Zubin kept the exilir inside his bag and saw the gleamy look in everyones eyes*
So you think this won't help us? The cemetry is will come in our way. And it is not that we are safe from everything. Come to me when you need it. As for now, we are nearing the grasslands. Does anyone remember the fallens, hehe, the are more annoying than dangerous. We will have to saly them to get through the grasslands. They won't cause much trouble but they will try to waste our time. They'll not take much of our time because they are a minutes work.
And I'm hungry.
I know. Nobody likes undead here, even i don't like them but yeah i have a feeling that we should go towards the graveyard.
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''May the Gods give you the strength and power to bear the madness which flows through our minds.''
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
"I would be honored if you joined us. Winston is....not what he seems. He seems almost childish, not yet matured. He will need us, and more. Cinara over there may become our healer when she learns the arts of healing through less natural powers. I've plenty of experience in battle, though not as much as I would like."
By Doomhammer, what manner of crazed group had he gotten himself into? Krog'osh thought. A boy who probably never saw a real battle, much less should be here, strange warriors appearing from the woods and boasting all about their supposed bravados, a strange fellow who was not in command but obviously thought so, and all of these making a ruckus in the middle of the night. Argh, if Blackhand had been in charge of these lousy excuses for troops, they'd all be making soup for the real warriors by now.
Yet within the midst of all of this, there was a Tauren. That could mean troble. He appeared young; did he know what a Blackrock Orc was? There was no way to hide who he was now. Hopefully he did not think more on Krog'osh than necessary, but that was a problem he had to deal with only if the need arose.
Following the morning's battle, Krog'osh was hoping he'd get a better picture of these... people.
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*In this journey, most people knew each other but there were many people unrecognized. There were arguents and fights between almost everybody. Sensior people were just ignoring all what was happening and continued their journey. I found that in this group the people were wasting a lot of time and so i decided to move towards the east, right towards the main cemetry gate.
I left everyone and approached towards the direction in which the cemetry was situated. The way looked much darker and smellier than the grassland ares. I was glad that i now i will not have to face those annoying fallen. Everything was so silent, i smelled something fishy but still i continued my journey. Masny other people left the group and went on their own way. At last i stopped at a rock which read:
''Do you think you are on the right way, I don't think so.''
I thought for a while what to do and then i ignored the sign and continued to walk. Animal skeletons were scattered all along the road as if the reaper came on a walk everyday and destroyed everything which came in its way. Suddenly a dark figure appeared at the end of the road in a nearly destroyed gate made of thin iron rods. The figure was a high built strong guy which stood in the same position for about 5 seonds then approached towards me. I was sure it was not an undead because if it was, i would have been able to transform into a caster but i wasn't able to do so.
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''May the Gods give you the strength and power to bear the madness which flows through our minds.''
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
Krog'osh was surprised at the human standing before him and greeting him. Said he had seen him before did he?
Krog'osh eyed the human up and down. He'd seen many a human in his day, and more of them dead than alive, but he could not recognize this one. And he was fairly sure he would have remembered this Carloseus. He had never seen any human so young with a sword so massive. An impressive image, but could he wield it? Most likely not, but this was not the time to start quarrels he realized.
He continued to sit though. Honor was to be deserved, not handed out at first meeting.
"I do not believe so, I would have remembered a human such as you I think. My name is Krog'osh, orc and warlock of the Blackrock Clan." His voice was deep and rumbling, and he spoke of his clan with a touch of pride in his voice. Other than that his voice was neutral, and he awaited Carloseus reply.
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Carloseus stands quietly listening to Krog'osh until he finishes.
"Blackrock you say? Nay, I must have mistaken you for someone else. I do know of your kind however, fascinating clan. From what I know, you are very strong, even for orcs. It would be a pleasure to hear more of your stories, I have not spoken to an orc in many months, and I find myself eager to know more about your clan and yourself, if you would share of course."
"Okay, Okay, I'm awake!" said Venex, whacking at the skeleton with his fist. "Give me a moment to get up." He stood and checked the moon's position in the dark sky. It had barely moved. He had had little sleep.
The skeleton warrior stood, pointing with his scythe in the direction of the cemetary gate, a tangled web of rusting iron bars, bent and broken. The Necromancer understood. Something was coming. Something or Someone, he reminded himself, hoping that at last the army had arrived.
"Alright Johnny. Follow me - but do not attack unless I give the word!" he said, hushed yet urgent. The skeleton nodded in agreement.
The Necromancer crept through the tombstones, peering through the bars of the fence. Something smelled. Venex ignored it, placing it as decaying flesh. At last he saw what the skeleton had alerted him of. A tall but moderately built man appeared through the mist, walking towards the cemetary.
Oh great! One man. That's just fantastic! He thought, and for a moment felt like shouting in annoyance. He contained himself and stood, hunching over so as not to be seen. He made his way towards the gate and the skeleton followed close behind. He could see the man more clearly now. He was indeed much taller than Venex himself, who stood only 5'7". The man did not look as muscular as the Necromancer though, and he figured with the help of his skeleton warrior he could take him if a fight were to break out.
Drawing himself up, at last, Venex stepped through the gate and hollered, "Who comes to the cemetary?! Be you warrior or demon or neither? Speak and you shall not be slain!"
As the group continued on the march, in the distance, thick black smoke was seen to be rising.
"HA HA, Ze city of Dun Craig!! exclaimed Heinrich excitedly.
"At last! let battle be joined!" Wulfgar proclaimed in a very domination tone and manner.
The ground shook with the pounding of armored boots, and the shoes of horses, throughout the air rang the thunderous cacophony of drum and trumpet.
Fighting within the city of Dun Craig was fierce, as streets became bloody battlefields, the skies filled with molten rock being hurled by giant catapults.
On the steps of once of the many temples within the city, a small force repels are ravanous swarm of demons.
"Hiyah! Taste the cold sting of my blade Demon!!" Sir Elric Sigmundson yelled, as yet another demon fell beneath the might of his Greatsword.
"Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio" Chanted the necromancer Belgarath, causing another corpse of a demon to explode in a firey hellstorm. "Grr, there is no end, where in the Burning Hell's is the relief force, as this rate this city won't last another 3 days!"
"Indeed" replied Sir Elric, dodging a demon's lunging attack and slicing it in half. "No matter how many we kill, they just keep coming"
In the distance, a faint sound of trumpeting was heard. Tough gradually it got louder and louder. The louder it got, the harder those defending the city seemed to fight, it was the Relief Force. they had finally come to thier aid.
Meanwhile, back within the ranks of the relief force, warriors practiced their most devestating killer blows, mages and priests readied their enchantments and spells.
"Talic, grant me strength in battle, so that I might crush my enemies to see them driven before me." Wulfgar prayed.
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-Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is alchemy's First Law of Equivalent Exchange. In those days, we really believed that to be the world's one, and only, truth.
Carloseus lays eyes on the devastation, and unsheathes sword from its brace, and white light shines as it spits into two. Pops neck bones, and stretches muscles.
"Winston, stay back here and watch. Until you know for sure you can come out here and fight." he says to the young one. He becomes silent as he mentally prepares himself for battle. Quickly glances at the other warriors at around him, careful to pay attention to them so he does not accidentally sings a blade in one of them in battle. Finally warms up arms as he swings massive blades and stabs the air.
*Zubin was a bit frightened, he said : ''I'm Zubin son of Draceath, lord of the dark valour, i'm journeying to a city but i left my group and decided to go through this cemetry. Who or what are you and what is that creature behind you, don't tell me it's undead cuz:
*Zubin suddenly transformed into the caster and hit the skeleton in the face to split evry bone of his into two.
The necromancer had a grimmy look in his eyes.
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''May the Gods give you the strength and power to bear the madness which flows through our minds.''
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
Mantis jumped down from his perch atop the supply cart and took a position next to Carloseus, being sure not to get in the man's way as he warmed up. Mantis himself did a few stretches hoping to get the kinks out of his arms and legs.
"Ah, this reminds me of the time I spent in a city called Cairhien," Mantis spoke to no one in particular. "Strange land for sure, but it was nice because there were no demons, we were fighting people." Mantis finally drew his blade then in one fluid motion, taking a relaxed stance before they stormed the overrun city.
"Chip here is right Winston," Mantis said looking back at the boy, "Just yell out to one of us if you get into trouble, and mind those feet of yours too." With that the swashbuckler began walking toward the city, not running. It wouldn't do to waste all his energy before the fighting began after all.
Carloseus walks forward as well, keeping pace with Mantis.
"Don't call me Chip please." he says as several demons spot them and start running at them.
"Makes me sound, unintellegent." he finished.
Sucking up air, roars a battlecry, decent for any warrior. An angry expression took his face as he parried a blow at his head, and swung at the demon with his other sword. The demon dodged the giant blade, but fell victim to the next two blows. Carloseus moved onto the next demon, anxious to enhance on his technique.
The battle was at hand. Yet Krog'osh did not rush into it; rather, he waited for the rest of the group to charge forth. He was an orc, and capable of defeating many of these so-called warriors in terms of raw strength, but he was not a warrior. He was a master of magic, and he had no purpose to fulfil in close-quarters.
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Lady Delana as her Gauntlet starts to suit her up in more fitting armor to fight demons
Lady Delanas Enchated Gauntlet took over, A sword was now present in her hand. For this would be her first real battle, First chance at death. Her Enchanted gauntlet strew up her body and her normle top and panty armor for fighting humans unleashed itself into much more, covering most of her vital organs. For she would no be fighting humans today but foul creatures from hell. She stood a few feet behind carloseus and tried to follow under his command. Heinrich Hohenheim stood slightly in front of her in his defensive stance as the foul wretched beast came running down the castle hill
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I think you all need something, here i have some... no, many things with me. Do you want me to mix drinks for you all?
I think this is gonna be a long journey. I won't take money for this, just drink it heartily and rest, hehe.
Wrote a note -'' Lady Delena, i'm thinking why is this journey so safe. Means, no journey can be safer than this, i'm sure there is a big problem we are going to face. Maybe i'm wrong but i feel fishy. All of the travellers are fighting with each other, some may die fighting, hehe.''
*Zubin then saw towards the moon, recalled his fathers face, sealed his bag and lied on a thin grassy patch with his bag under his head. He stared at the moon for about 5 minutes and then went deep into the world of dreams.
*About 2 hours later, he stood up and shouted: ''AZURO CAME IN MY DREAM''*
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
Jarhead approached a sleeping Carloseus, and extended a hand to awake him. Before he could touch the sleeping figure, he opened his eyes. "What can I do for you". Jarhead responded, "I noticed before you talking to Winston. About watching each others backs. I dont have many friends here, and im not welcome by some. Id like to join you and Winston. If i may."
He was a friend of my father but he, Azuro is immortal and cannot die. He came in my dream and told me that one of the travelers i going to be departed from the group. He didn't tell me who but someone. He also told me that we all should prepare for the incoming doom. I cannot see anything unusual but Azuro never lies and never dies, people say so.''
*Zubin stood up and walked towards a tree, sat there and started mixing an exilir.*
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
We are being watched, my brothers are out scouting about so if you and the Tauren encounter three large copper colored mutated canines do not fear, they are friendly, a demon has transformed them into their present form. They have shared images with me of the demon spawn spies they have shredded while hunting for small game to eat. They seem to believe that there are no more hellspawn roaming near us for now, so we should have a quiet evening.
I would not pity Winston, I believe he is more intelligent than he is letting on, just a bit clumsy.
Oh, one more thing before I retire for the evening, I was wondering where you came upon those toadstools?
Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
Hey can somebody tell me how far we have come? And, can we hunt some animals for food, i'm hungry. This journey is making me think more and more about the incoming dangers and it makes me hungry. Now to leave that aside for a moment, i have prepared this exilir from my mixing skills, hehe. This may work and may not. I'm not much of a healer but i have at last mixed this. This exilir is made up of herbs which can save lives. How, i'll tell you. When a zombie, vampire or a werewolf bites or claws you, you may get infected and turn into one. It works as an antidote. I tried to make this for years and yesterday i made this. Ths will help us on our journey.
*Zubin kept the exilir inside his bag and saw the gleamy look in everyones eyes*
So you think this won't help us? The cemetry is will come in our way. And it is not that we are safe from everything. Come to me when you need it. As for now, we are nearing the grasslands. Does anyone remember the fallens, hehe, the are more annoying than dangerous. We will have to saly them to get through the grasslands. They won't cause much trouble but they will try to waste our time. They'll not take much of our time because they are a minutes work.
And I'm hungry.
I know. Nobody likes undead here, even i don't like them but yeah i have a feeling that we should go towards the graveyard.
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
"I would be honored if you joined us. Winston is....not what he seems. He seems almost childish, not yet matured. He will need us, and more. Cinara over there may become our healer when she learns the arts of healing through less natural powers. I've plenty of experience in battle, though not as much as I would like."
Yet within the midst of all of this, there was a Tauren. That could mean troble. He appeared young; did he know what a Blackrock Orc was? There was no way to hide who he was now. Hopefully he did not think more on Krog'osh than necessary, but that was a problem he had to deal with only if the need arose.
Following the morning's battle, Krog'osh was hoping he'd get a better picture of these... people.
I left everyone and approached towards the direction in which the cemetry was situated. The way looked much darker and smellier than the grassland ares. I was glad that i now i will not have to face those annoying fallen. Everything was so silent, i smelled something fishy but still i continued my journey. Masny other people left the group and went on their own way. At last i stopped at a rock which read:
''Do you think you are on the right way, I don't think so.''
I thought for a while what to do and then i ignored the sign and continued to walk. Animal skeletons were scattered all along the road as if the reaper came on a walk everyday and destroyed everything which came in its way. Suddenly a dark figure appeared at the end of the road in a nearly destroyed gate made of thin iron rods. The figure was a high built strong guy which stood in the same position for about 5 seonds then approached towards me. I was sure it was not an undead because if it was, i would have been able to transform into a caster but i wasn't able to do so.
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
"Greetings, I am Carloseus. I would ask you your name, but first I have a question. Have I seen you before? You look rather familiar." Carloseus asks.
Krog'osh eyed the human up and down. He'd seen many a human in his day, and more of them dead than alive, but he could not recognize this one. And he was fairly sure he would have remembered this Carloseus. He had never seen any human so young with a sword so massive. An impressive image, but could he wield it? Most likely not, but this was not the time to start quarrels he realized.
He continued to sit though. Honor was to be deserved, not handed out at first meeting.
"I do not believe so, I would have remembered a human such as you I think. My name is Krog'osh, orc and warlock of the Blackrock Clan." His voice was deep and rumbling, and he spoke of his clan with a touch of pride in his voice. Other than that his voice was neutral, and he awaited Carloseus reply.
"Blackrock you say? Nay, I must have mistaken you for someone else. I do know of your kind however, fascinating clan. From what I know, you are very strong, even for orcs. It would be a pleasure to hear more of your stories, I have not spoken to an orc in many months, and I find myself eager to know more about your clan and yourself, if you would share of course."
The skeleton warrior stood, pointing with his scythe in the direction of the cemetary gate, a tangled web of rusting iron bars, bent and broken. The Necromancer understood. Something was coming. Something or Someone, he reminded himself, hoping that at last the army had arrived.
"Alright Johnny. Follow me - but do not attack unless I give the word!" he said, hushed yet urgent. The skeleton nodded in agreement.
The Necromancer crept through the tombstones, peering through the bars of the fence. Something smelled. Venex ignored it, placing it as decaying flesh. At last he saw what the skeleton had alerted him of. A tall but moderately built man appeared through the mist, walking towards the cemetary.
Oh great! One man. That's just fantastic! He thought, and for a moment felt like shouting in annoyance. He contained himself and stood, hunching over so as not to be seen. He made his way towards the gate and the skeleton followed close behind. He could see the man more clearly now. He was indeed much taller than Venex himself, who stood only 5'7". The man did not look as muscular as the Necromancer though, and he figured with the help of his skeleton warrior he could take him if a fight were to break out.
Drawing himself up, at last, Venex stepped through the gate and hollered, "Who comes to the cemetary?! Be you warrior or demon or neither? Speak and you shall not be slain!"
"Dawn of the First Day"
As the group continued on the march, in the distance, thick black smoke was seen to be rising.
"HA HA, Ze city of Dun Craig!! exclaimed Heinrich excitedly.
"At last! let battle be joined!" Wulfgar proclaimed in a very domination tone and manner.
The ground shook with the pounding of armored boots, and the shoes of horses, throughout the air rang the thunderous cacophony of drum and trumpet.
Fighting within the city of Dun Craig was fierce, as streets became bloody battlefields, the skies filled with molten rock being hurled by giant catapults.
On the steps of once of the many temples within the city, a small force repels are ravanous swarm of demons.
"Hiyah! Taste the cold sting of my blade Demon!!" Sir Elric Sigmundson yelled, as yet another demon fell beneath the might of his Greatsword.
"Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio" Chanted the necromancer Belgarath, causing another corpse of a demon to explode in a firey hellstorm. "Grr, there is no end, where in the Burning Hell's is the relief force, as this rate this city won't last another 3 days!"
"Indeed" replied Sir Elric, dodging a demon's lunging attack and slicing it in half. "No matter how many we kill, they just keep coming"
In the distance, a faint sound of trumpeting was heard. Tough gradually it got louder and louder. The louder it got, the harder those defending the city seemed to fight, it was the Relief Force. they had finally come to thier aid.
Meanwhile, back within the ranks of the relief force, warriors practiced their most devestating killer blows, mages and priests readied their enchantments and spells.
"Talic, grant me strength in battle, so that I might crush my enemies to see them driven before me." Wulfgar prayed.
"Winston, stay back here and watch. Until you know for sure you can come out here and fight." he says to the young one. He becomes silent as he mentally prepares himself for battle. Quickly glances at the other warriors at around him, careful to pay attention to them so he does not accidentally sings a blade in one of them in battle. Finally warms up arms as he swings massive blades and stabs the air.
Shwoooooooooooooooooooooooooop.....................phshhh.
*Zubin suddenly transformed into the caster and hit the skeleton in the face to split evry bone of his into two.
The necromancer had a grimmy look in his eyes.
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
"Ah, this reminds me of the time I spent in a city called Cairhien," Mantis spoke to no one in particular. "Strange land for sure, but it was nice because there were no demons, we were fighting people." Mantis finally drew his blade then in one fluid motion, taking a relaxed stance before they stormed the overrun city.
"Chip here is right Winston," Mantis said looking back at the boy, "Just yell out to one of us if you get into trouble, and mind those feet of yours too." With that the swashbuckler began walking toward the city, not running. It wouldn't do to waste all his energy before the fighting began after all.
Like a cat, tied to a stick
"Don't call me Chip please." he says as several demons spot them and start running at them.
"Makes me sound, unintellegent." he finished.
Sucking up air, roars a battlecry, decent for any warrior. An angry expression took his face as he parried a blow at his head, and swung at the demon with his other sword. The demon dodged the giant blade, but fell victim to the next two blows. Carloseus moved onto the next demon, anxious to enhance on his technique.
Lady Delana as her Gauntlet starts to suit her up in more fitting armor to fight demons
Lady Delanas Enchated Gauntlet took over, A sword was now present in her hand. For this would be her first real battle, First chance at death. Her Enchanted gauntlet strew up her body and her normle top and panty armor for fighting humans unleashed itself into much more, covering most of her vital organs. For she would no be fighting humans today but foul creatures from hell. She stood a few feet behind carloseus and tried to follow under his command. Heinrich Hohenheim stood slightly in front of her in his defensive stance as the foul wretched beast came running down the castle hill