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Post by corinthius on Aug 2, 2011 22:57:06 GMT -1
"Never thought I'd be back here..." Corinthius jumped over a wall and surveyed his surroundings. "The Midnight Realm...it's been a long time..." A small village lay in a valley below his vantage point on a high cliff. He fidgeted with a small golden medallion pinned to his collar.
"Captain, are you sure it's wise to be here? I mean, these guys do kinda chase folks like us."
"Trust me, Dannos, I don't want to be here any more than you do, but what we're here for is worth it. Besides, so long as we stay away from anyone who would recognise me, they won't mess with us. After all, they're not really gonna question a High Inquisitor now, will they?" Corinthius flashed a cold smile at his Shadow Reavers and flew down into the village, closely followed by his elite guard. Upon landing in the village square, Corinthius made his way quickly along the road.
Flying straight towards Dragos Manor would have been suicide. Approaching on foot was equally suicidal. Getting to the ocean and scaling the sheer cliff face, however, was the safest option. He could shroud them in shadows, fooling the defenses built into the cliff. Or he hoped it would.
"What are we after, anyway?" Dannos asked.
"A book."
Just then, a young Initiate rounded a corner and came face-to-face with the group. He immediately spotted Corinthius' golden medallion and saluted him as they passed by. This Initiate went on his way to a training session at the far end of the village, where he boasted about seeing a High Inquisitor. The Inquisitor leading the training session asked the young Initiate to describe him, curious to know about who the Initiate had seen this far away from the Manor. The Inquisitor frowned as the Initiate described the hawk tattoo on Corin's face.
"None of the High Inquisitors look like that..." he mumbled, then turned to his Initiates, "This session's over. All of you go to your homes." He stormed out of the building. An alarm resounded all around the realm, signalling an intruder.
Corinthius cursed under his breath, "Pick up the pace, boys. This just got a lot harder."
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Post by jowan on Aug 2, 2011 23:33:12 GMT -1
A hooded figure approached Corinthius the second he landed, it not being immediately clear wether he had flown in with the others or if he had always been there. He quickly fell into step with him, his shadowed face pointing rigidly ahead at all times.
"You still haven't mentioned what exactly this book is. I'd be interested to see what Dragos are keeping hidden away-"
He uttered a low curse as the alarm sounded, a handful of orange sparks flying from his clenched fist. He turned to Corinthius though did not tilt his head up to look at him, so to others it would appear as though he were staring at his shoulder.
"I'l turn back. I can draw them away from the manor and make them think the Inquisitor's residences are the target."
Without waiting for a reply he vanished from sight. Several seconds later an explosion sounded some distance away.
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Post by corinthius on Aug 2, 2011 23:40:33 GMT -1
Corinthius cursed again, "Always running off on his own... he turned to two of his Reavers "Finn, Saiza, go help him out. The rest of you, our objectives remain the same. Infiltrate the Manor, find the book, and get out without causing too much of a fuss."
The two Reavers nodded and flew away, heading towards the residences. Corinthius and the rest of his elite continued on their way towards the Manor.
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Post by Brett on Aug 2, 2011 23:45:05 GMT -1
The alarm that echoed through the Midnight Realm was almost unnatural. It was like several gongs being repeatedly struck from different directions, echoing like no sound ever did to the point it almost screeched in the ears. Certainly an effective tool for rousing the inquisitors of Dragos Midnight.
While initiates were sent to their barracks to await their overseers who would ensure all were present, the Midnight Realm flooded with fully trained inquisitors from the ground to the skies, covering every path and inch of ground in a perfect grid to detect intruders. That was to say, perfect if your intruder was not a man who prided himself and was not renowned for getting places unseen. Corinthius unfortunately was.
"Report," The harsh, gruff voice of High Inquisitor Cyarno barked at the inquisitor who had sounded the alarm.
"I overheard one of my initiates boasting meeting a High Inquisitor, sir. I questioned him on the matter and he said the man carried a golden medallion similar to your own, he also spoke of a hawk tattoo on the man's face." he explained, watching Cyarno's face which as usual gave no reaction to troubling news such at this.
Cyarno did not give the man any reaction and merely began up in a walk along the winding cliff side path that led up to Dragos Manor, where the high command of Dragos Midnight were housed and did all of their planning. If there was anything worth breaking into the Midnight Realm for, it would be in the vast vault built into the mountain that surrounded the manor and the path to it and shielded it from the view of the rest of the realm.
As he came to the manor itself nestled on the edge of the cliff, he paused on the patio and hauled his claymore onto his right shoulder, a clunk heard as the weapon thudded against the black armoured pauldron that covered the shoulder. The blade itself was large and easily the size of Cyarno who hauled it with only one hand as though it were nothing, the bottom quarter of its blade closest to the handle was wrapped in leather bindings for an extra grip if Cyarno desired to use it almost like a blade staff.
He himself was dressed in typical attire, black thick leather that was covered in plate armour in some places but not all. His left arm was entirely covered, his chest and his lower legs from the knee down, the rest however was free to move easily including his right arm which was entirely uncovered except for a bracer on the wrist. He did not wear the Dragos Midnight tabard as others did but rather wore his father's signet ring, which bore the crest of the order on his right hand.
His face, half covered by a mask that was like a large collar attached to his shirt covered up his lips from view but his nose and upwards were very visible. His violet eyes scanned the area like a hawk, his keen senses waiting for any slight disturbance as he walked inside and paused again in front of the secret entrance down to the vault which was behind a bookcase. The bookcase needed a specific type of magick to be moved, one known only to High Inquisitors and the Lord-Inquisitor himself.
"Hmg." he grunted, the scar across his chin and jaw on the right and up to his bottom lip becoming visible as he raised his head to look at the sword on his shoulder. "Patience, mother. They will come."
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Post by jowan on Aug 3, 2011 10:46:59 GMT -1
Jowan paid little attention to the two Reavers sent after him. Indeed, they would likely have difficulty keeping up with him, as he had a tendency to vanish from one spot only to appear in another some distance away.
He continued to cause explosions and ignite fires around the residential areas, always moving before an Inquisitor could get a clear view of him. Despite the appearance of destruction, he was extremely careful not to harm any of Dragos; he terrified a handful of fleeing initiates on several occasions but his spells always struck just far away enough so as not to be harmful.
After a particularly large explosion almost shattered a building, he appeared perched one across, muttering under his breath.
"Come on....defend yourselves."
He knew he would not be able to pull everyone away from the Manor, but he hoped his fire would draw enough of the Inquisitors to him that they would not pose a threat to Corinthius.
An orb of fire manifested in his hand, the light banshing the shadows from his face, revealing the silk band tied over his eyes and the faint scar marking his forehead. He raised the fire, yelling with his voice amplified by magic "COME ON!", then threw the fire into the air, causing it to rain down as sparks.
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Post by sabriel on Aug 3, 2011 11:27:34 GMT -1
A dark silhouette of a tall young woman scittered across a messy wooden desk that was laden in open books. The curiously pale Sabriel ran her index finger under the current book placed infront of her as her eyes scanned across the words and diagrams. Her long black hair stayed hitched behind her small ears as she gave a satisfied smirk. "So that's how one does it..." Picking up a pencil she stuck it between her white teeth and began to chew the wood. As the alarms screeched across the room, the sound slightly soothed by the numerous ancient books that abosrbed the sound, Sabriel dropped her pencil and stood up quickly smoothing her hands down her school blazer.
Looking around the room she heard the heavy footsteps of someone and quickly grabbed her sword from under her chair wrapping the leather strap around her waist. Her steps where light and silent giving her the advantage of being subtle as she edged along the large book cases towards the sound of the footsteps. If it was the intruder she would take advantage of the element of surprise, if she was caught all she had to do was have a spell ready to paralyse the figure and keep them down until help arrived. Her pale lips curled as she silently mouthed a chant for the heaviest spell she knew to paralyse ones limbs as if they where attatched to heavy led. Her right hand curled around the hilt of her sword as she poked her head around the corner sizing up the situation.
A soft exhale escapes her lips as she notices the figure in the dark as her uncle, quickly cancelling her chant with a nip on her tongue. Creating a heavy step she walked out of the darkness and moved towards her Uncle stating in her clear voice that hinted pride "Uncle, what's going on?" She stayed a good step back hand still upon her sword incase he had mistaken her for an intruder, though she made sure to pose no threat in her stance. It was just her luck for something to go wrong when her mother was away and her holiday had begun, she rarely came home, and when she did she locked herself away to study or practice her fighting. She was rather mature for her age and stood ready for the low down on what was going on.
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Post by Brett on Aug 4, 2011 10:01:52 GMT -1
Cyarno did not look at all surprised by Sabriel's emergence, in fact he just stared at his niece silently until she spoke to him, that hint of pride in her voice causing a faint narrowing of his left eye that was barely noticeable. "An intruder was spotted," he replied flatly, walking up to the book case that covered the reinforced and heavily enchanted door into the Dragos Midnight vaults.
With a motion of his hand a chair brought itself to him and he sat upon it after swinging his huge sword around so the point rested upon the ground which strangely didn't take any damage, the entire place had been destroyed so many times that his father's last act before retreating to the Underworld had been to heavily reinforce the entire thing with a metal only found in the immortal realm.
With his sword now leant on his shoulder handle up, Cyarno just took to waiting patiently for the intruders, he highly doubted there to be only one because no idiot in their right mind would think they could get through the Midnight Realm unscathed alone unless they were a High God or more. "They will come to us," he told a likely confused looking Sabriel. All the wealth and powerful artefacts were stored in there and some of those artefacts could not fall into the wrong hands as they were apocalyptically dangerous.
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Post by sabriel on Aug 4, 2011 14:02:10 GMT -1
Sabriel did not ask questions as she eyed her Uncle once before nodding rigidly. She had worked through many simulations of different scenarios with her family on what to do if her assistance was needed, and this was no doubt one of those times. Although she lacked real combat experience she learnt enough from her mother and father, even grandfather. Taking a few steps to the right Sabriel traced her fingers across the air writing a few symbols of an enchant that glew a bright blue before fading. With a whisper barely audiable the symbols reappeared on her sword. It's best to be prepared for combat which would no doubt be inevitable and Sabriel knew her strength would be to backup her uncle.
Without making much eye contact Sabriel stood next to Cyarno, her posture as always straight with her arms behind her back and legs spread evenly. Her chin held high as her silver eyes darted across the room waiting for any sign of the intruder. Sabriel controdicted her mother greatly in her ability to appear calm and strong at all times, which somewhat forced that pride in her voice. "You know you have my assistance when you wish for it Uncle. But I assure you I will not get in the way." With that said her lips sealed into a stretched frown, she was confident in her own abilities but still she could not help but doubt what was ahead. 'Never doubt your enemy, one man can take down a whole army if he is underestimated.'
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Post by corinthius on Aug 6, 2011 0:21:25 GMT -1
The air inside Dragos Manor turned heavy, its rooms darkening as all light sources were extinguished. Corinthius sauntered casually through the hallways, his elite guard flanking him on all sides. Memeories from thousands of years past invaded his mind: war meetings, parties, conversations with his old friends, stern tellings off from Isaan and sharing cigars with Makvhug on the balcony. None of these things mattered anymore. They had all let him down, in one way or another - as everyone always did.
He unsheathed his daggers. They cast reflections even in darkness, reflecting the shadows and causing strange ripples in the air. With a fluid motion, he cut a banner hanging from a wall, bearing the insignia of Dragos Midnight. It fell to the ground in seven pieces. Corinthius paused and looked down at it, before continuing on towards his destination.
He headed straight in the direction of the entrance to the vault - hoping that they had not moved it in the few thousand years since he had last lived in the Manor.
Corinthius stopped at a large door and closed his eyes.
"Get ready."
Slowly, he reached out and opened the door. Before them sat Cyarno in front of the bookcase and Sabriel next to him. Corinthius stared long and hard at the scene: only two stood before him and his prize. Not exactly the welcome he would have expected of Dragos Midnight. His elite Shadow Reavers raised their guns and aimed them at the pair.
Corinthius stood, watching from within a shroud of shadows - completely hidden, waiting for the opertune moment to strike.
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Post by jowan on Aug 6, 2011 13:16:45 GMT -1
Jowan surveyed the building from his perch. Fired burned in almost every building with Inquisitors and initiates hurrying to and fro in an attempt to extinguish them. Seeing his task as complete, he addressed the two Reavers who had finally caught up with him.
"You should stay here and add to the distraction if you can, but don't attack them or you'll be overwhelmed. If they go to the manor...well, there's not much more we can do."
With that he vanished from sight, leaving the two to fend for themselves. At the same time he appeared in the manor just behind Corinthius, not bothering to announce his presence as the devil was likely used to his habits of jumping location. He frowned as Corinthius tore up the Dragos banner but said nothing, following as they approached the vault.
When the door opened to reveal the two standing guard, he had hidden himself in the shadows. He began muttering under his breath, casting an enchantment that would help protect the Reavers if the pair attacked using magic.
When finished, he looked to the spot where he knew Corinthius was hidden and flashed a quick grin before turning away again
"Now for the fun part, eh?"
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Post by Brett on Aug 8, 2011 7:29:22 GMT -1
Cyarno and Sabriel would not move from their spots as the guns of Corinthius' crew opened fire, the hail of bullets pelted the pair and blood stained their surroundings. When the gunfire ended the pair seemed to be bloody corpses, but as the crew had been focused upon firing at the pair a thick fog had crept through the entire manor and a sinister chuckling followed. As they looked upon the supposed corpses of the uncle and niece, both their bodies and apparent blood burst into white fog and joined the growing thickness that now made it hard for even immortals to see properly.
A silence followed as the crew appeared confused and realized that they couldn't see their comrades through the fog, they reached out to try and get their baring and managed to grab walls or onto one another in some cases. "Hey," he whispered, one of the crewmen swung around at the sound of his voice and fired his gun, but Cyarno had placed his palm in front of the barrel and as the gun fired the bullet rebounded off his hand and backwards into the barrel so that is shot through it and out the other end through the crewman's throat.
"What's that? Speak up, you seem to have something in your throat." he hissed out in a whisper, chuckling again as the man tried to speak but couldn't as he bled out rapidly from the hole. As soon as he had appeared from the fog he was gone again, the fog itself seemed to be a part of him, he seemed to mingle with it to the point there was no way he could be seen until he was right on top of you and by that point the fog was so thick unless you were his prey you would only hear the cry of the attacked.
More worrying for the crew though was that Sabriel hadn't shown herself since Cyarno's little illusion in front of the bookcase, she could be anywhere in this fog and thanks to Cyarno she had been given clear sight through it, a selective thing as this was Cyarno's unique immortal power. A scream was heard from the fog along with a vicious and sickly tearing sound, as though one of the crewmen had felt the pain of being torn in two with bare hands - a feat certainly not impossible for immortals.
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Post by sabriel on Aug 8, 2011 12:26:17 GMT -1
Sabriel crouched from behind an aray of books watching through the fog, taking note of the single man left alone to defend himself. Silently she reached out towards the man's lower spine with her hand spread, her lips forming the needed words producing no more than a mere whisper. As she said the incantation her fingers slowly snapped shut causing the water in the fog around the man to form lethal shards of ice, each tipped with spikes large enough to penetrate through someones hand. As her hand finally closed the shards stormed down upon the unsuspecting prey at lightning speed. Each shard making perfect hits into the mans body, hitting into several pressure points, not a single shard wasted.
Quickly Sabriel crawled across to her left behind another book case keeping low to the ground as her silver eyes sharply locked onto the bookcase that led to the vault. Reaching to her leather strap to unsheathe her sword, grasping the hilt tightly she raised the tip towards the bookcase, tracing a single circle around the perimeter once again mouthing a small incantation. The bookcase in reaction to the words would be sealed by a mirror inwhich triggered a trap. If anyone was to proceed somehow towards the bookcase it would place them inside a cage of mirrors stalling them long enough for Sabriel to notice. Sheething her sword Sabriel scanned the area for the next wave of attacks.
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Post by jowan on Aug 8, 2011 20:46:11 GMT -1
Jowan smirked very slightly as the fog surrounded him- As far as he was concerned, it made things more interesting. The fog did not trouble him as much as it did those accustomed to sight, though it did have some effect on his ability to sense his surroundings. Not moving as the battle broke out around him, he concentrated on his surroundings. When Cyarno attacked, he jerked round to face him, shooting off a fireball almost entirely on instinct. The magic seemed to strike, but the the siluhette of Cyarno faded as he manifested elsewhere, leaving it to hit a ghost of an image.
He continued fighting in this way, throwing magic whenever he sensed a disturbance- in doing so, he also targetted Sabriel when she cast her spell.
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Post by corinthius on Aug 10, 2011 0:09:43 GMT -1
Corinthius grinned. "Idiots." he thought. No longer simply shrouded in shadows, Corinthius had become one with them. Now, in what he liked to call the "Shadow World", he moved freely and without obstruction, straight to the bookcase concealing the entrance to the vault. He held out his old High Inquisitor's medallion and muttered a few short words. The magical barriers blocking entry to the vault disapated. Still moving through the shadows, Corinthius descended into the grand vaults below Dragos Manor. He knew its layout perfectly, for he had spent a lot of time here oh so long ago when he was a part of Dragos Midnight.
Winding his way through rooms, past innumerable treasures - all valuable and dangerous in their own way - and finally, to the smallest room in the vault. Here, on an ivory pedastal, sat his prize. His sister, the Cherubim Léona, had created a book of spells in her youth, while under the influence of a great evil. She had left it with Dragos Midnight, knowing it to be the safest place in the universe for such a tome. Within its dust-coated pages lay incantations of great power, all of them destructive and, in the right hands, powerful enough to wipe out entire cities within the blink of an eye. "Precious sister, such a kingly gift you left for me. Hell, I should probably send you some of the profits...haha, who am I kidding?"
He laughed to himself as he picked up the book and proceeded to exit the vault. He returned to the room outside to see the fog still thick in the air, and could only just make out the sillhouette of Cyarno, battling the most powerful of his elite, Dannos. It was a rather one-sided affair, Dannos being the comparably inexperienced swordsman. He sighed to himself and stepped through the shadows, reappearing behind Dannos. He looked deep into Cyarno's eyes for a brief moment, then grinned.
"Dannos, old friend, I'm afraid you've outlived your usefullness. Say hi to all the nice folks in Hell for me, won't you?"
Quick as lightning, Corinthius slit Dannos' throat - not normally enough to kill a Devil, but with the extra kick of some of Corinthius' most potent toxins, Dannos' death was a quick one.
"Didn't expect that, eh Cyarno?" Corinthius chuckled to himself. He proceeded to walk away, his back turned to Cyarno. "Come, Jowan, we have some bidding to organise." He approached Jowan and held out the book for him to take whilst sheathing his dagger, the skull pendant dangling from its hilt making a faint ringing sound as it hit against a metal ring on his belt. He raised his hand high, and the shadows began to stir.
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Post by sabriel on Aug 10, 2011 10:02:38 GMT -1
As the magic from Jowan made it's way to hit Sabriel she raised her hands infront of her, the runes from her earlier incantation forming a barrier around her absorbing the spell silently.
Sabriel pursed her lips as a sharp prick upon her finger could be felt from the barrier being broken, instead of perusing the intruder she made her way to the opposite side of the room waiting for the man to show himself, taking refuge in the fog. As she waited she began to cast a new spell under her breath weaving her sword through the air.
Finally as Corinthus made himself clear, slitting the throat of his own ally Sabriel raised her sword thrusting it at five consecutive points on Corinthus's body. His legs, arms, and his neck as she did this five blocks of light would fly towards the man in hopes of capturing his limbs. Each block would begin to tighten and weigh him down if they hit, Sabriel knew it was a long shot to try and stop the person who had so easily made his way into Dragos so she had planned something a bit more subtle behind this attack.
Detatching from the light almost invisible to the naked eye would be a single ember moving to hide between Corin's clothing fading like a chameleon to match it's surroundings. With this Sabriel would be able to find where he was going, it was once again a long shot but it was subtle enough to have a good chance of working. She could only hope she had got him intime before he dissapered.
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Post by Brett on Aug 10, 2011 10:49:29 GMT -1
The fog sudden dissolved from the room entirely as Cyarno retook his full physical form, taking a step forward he held out his arm and caught Dannos in it as he bled out and the poison took rapid hold on his body. Though Dannos was a renegade immortal Cyarno could not hold in his pity for the man, nor his detest for Corinthius murdering so openly his own second for absolutely no good reason. The moment the blade had cut across Dannos' throat, Corinthius' fate had been sealed - Dragos Midnight would hunt him now just like any other filthy low caste devil with delusions of grandeur.
"You just crossed a line, Corinthius." he hissed, kneeling to lay Dannos' lifeless body upon the ground with some respect. "You will be hunted down and destroyed, this is the decision of the emperor." In his mind he could hear his father's words like the fall of the judge's hammer, Corinthius had been his father's friend and close ally for many years in a time long past, they had watched each others backs. Cyarno knew his father took no pleasure in his verdict, but it was his position to uphold balance in existence and the chaos brought by Corinthius was tipping things too much in the favour of chaos.
As the shadows stirred he stood again and grabbed Sabriel by the shoulder as she went to camouflage and follow Corinthius, something that would be impossible anyway due to his abilities to cover himself in shadow entirely. "Not yet. He will disappear before we can strike, you will never catch him." he said, voice cold and filled with a tempered rage that was both calm and yet frightening. His eyes finally locked on Jowan before the shadows consumed them to disappear and be on their way, "You should think about your loyalties, I will not spare you when I come for him."
Cyarno was many things but weak was not one of them, the man who had been Isaan's first choice to be Lord-Inquisitor was certainly not a pushover, in fact he and Makvhug were practically on an equal footing in terms of powers and while Corinthius' shadows protected him if Cyarno were to ever get a clean blow it would be over in moments. There was also the fact that as a prince of the Underworld, should Cyarno's blood be spilt the Nephilim would appear to exact vengeance and no fool would incite the legions of Krell that now served his father.
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Post by jowan on Aug 10, 2011 11:18:32 GMT -1
Jowan sensed Corinthius' return and prepared to vanish alongside him, but was for the first time truly jolted out of his controlled demeanor when he saw the death of Dannos. He had known Corinthius was determined and not one to offer mercy, but to kill his own soldier?
"Not that you fool...." he murmered softly, too softly for anyone except perhaps Cyarno to hear.
As Corinthius disapeared, he knew he had a few seconds before the shadows would take him too. he looked at the body of Dannos, saying quietly "I'm sorry". He then turned his head so that he would be looking Cyarno directly in the eyes if his own were uncovered.
"I will watch hi-" The end of his words faded away to a whisper as he disapeared.
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Post by corinthius on Aug 10, 2011 13:30:29 GMT -1
As Corinthius faded into the shadows, he looked to Cyarno with a grin on his face. "My final gift to you, High Inquisitor."
His words were softly spoken, but with a hint of malice in them. "Awaken, brothers of shadow." the shadows stirred once again, enveloping the bodies of his slain elite guard. The bodies disolved with a hiss, and out of the shadows stepped the Shadow Reavers reborn. With them, came a legion of ghost-like figures, wreathed in shadow. They radiated darkness all around them. The legion flew from the Manor and descended upon the Midnight Realm.
Corinthius was nowhere to be found.
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Post by jowan on Aug 10, 2011 14:40:11 GMT -1
Having little desire to follow Corinthius' shadow, Jowan teleported out and back to the Voidclaw. There he threw down his hood and began pacing the bridge, his anger manifesting in small sparks flying from his clenched fist.
When Corinthius appeared, he turned towards him, his expression making it clear that he would be glaring if he could.
"You fool! What in hell made you think that killing a devil in full view of a High Inquisitor would be a good idea?!"
He cursed and threw a fireball at the wall, the spell immediately being picked up by a device he had designed and installed on the ship to absorb any fire he summoned out of anger.
"You more or less declared war on an organisation designed to hunt people like us down! You might as well have spat in Isaan's face!"
Turning away he paused for breath, trying to force back his anger as his curiosity finally overwhelmed it.
"Was it worth it? What was it you wanted anyway?"
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Post by corinthius on Aug 10, 2011 14:55:55 GMT -1
Once on-board the bridge of his pride and joy, The Voidclaw, Corinthius casually made his way to his chair and poured a glass of rum for himself, and one for Jowan - completely ignoring Jowan's show of anger and frustration. "Drink." he said, passing Jowan the glass. Corinthius placed the book on an arm of his chair as he sipped his rum. "I only needed Dannos to provide a distraction - to keep Cyarno off my back until I had this." he gestured to the book. "Have a read, I'm sure you'll like it. Written by my sister, you know. Don't you worry about me, Jowan. Nobody can catch me, not Dragos Midnight, and not even Isaan." Corinthius brought up a holo-screen and started punching in commands, sending them to the various parts of his ship. FTL drives fired up, cloaking systems were activated, and The Voidclaw shot off through space - an invisible silver bullet.
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