Dark Graveyard

[Red Gypsy]

This is where the ones that failed rest, or don't on occasion. Watch your step here; you never know what might be behind the next tombstone...

 

[Hot Champion_of_justice]

It had taken Lareth what had seemed like hours to pop into the correct realm. When he looked around, he knew he had the right place.

It was just as they said.

He scratched his nose as the gods had given him no hint except for a description of the environment of where Goh resided.

He looked around the grave yard and tilted his head some.

Should he start here, or elsewhere?

Lareth decided Goh should be punished as the demon was going to light this whole realm on fire.


"No one steals from me....especially not like that the trash that has invaded my home."

Lareth's eyes went almost black as the power around him grew and he shoved his magic into the ground. angry red veins streaked across the graveyard and then the earth began to quake.

The graveyard began to erupt around him as columns of fire burst out of the ground showering fire across everything. Dried plants caught on fire and tombstones melted. Lareth increased the heat so much, the sand and dirt was melting to glass.

Lareth spotted a village up the road and walked there, his feet leaving dark heavy burnt marks in the ground.

If he had to burn a village to get what he wanted.....so be it.

Goh and his creations showed no mercy.....and neither shall he.  

[Red Gypsy]

Esabel's portal brought her and Alexis to the graveyard. She looked around for a quiet moment, enjoying the peace that was usually found here. Then she started walking, Alexis following her silently as they skirted around the castle and headed towards the swamp.

She did pause to give a long look at Goh's castle, making Alexis nervous. But she didn't say anything, only remembered the human she'd helped, Cam. She thought he'd be long gone by now, having gotten his payment from Goh and leaving with it.

But Alexis put a nervous hand on her shoulder and she simply nodded to her then started walking again. Neither of them wanted her to invite Goh's notice to Esabel's presence again...

Seeker-of-Justice

 

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Ravor stood near the graveyard and watched as both walked through the crumbling area of headstones. He noticed them both look at the castle and he gave it a quick glance.

Nothing impressive. Just that dark aura....the same that woman in the village had.

He turned his gaze to the woman who radiated chaos. He took in her features and found her to be pretty. Even though she was just a ball of chaos, he was surprised she didn't look as disheveled as Zuko.

Where Zuko was barely handling the chaos within him, this woman who made more in her than Zuko, seemed to hold her chaos in check. Quite an anomaly as many people usually went insane.

Should he talk to her?

Perhaps.....but if she could control herself, it would be hard to break the thing and bend her to his will.  

[Red Gypsy]

Ilea got to the graveyard just in time to see the strange woman urging Esabel to move on. She didn't hesitate a moment, using the abilities that Goh had taught her to awaken a few of the dead in the graveyard to distract the strange woman by making her think she had to protect Esabel from them.

Then she moved on the girl she was here for, wrapping her arms around Esabel from behind, "Master wants you back home, girl... I may not like you, but he will get what he wants," she told her harshly then bound Esabel with a match to the collar she'd had on before, this one made of leather but carrying the same ability to bind Esabel's powers.

Esabel struggled as Ilea grabbed her while Alexis was busy, the collar going around her neck before she could call out and actually preventing her for calling for help. She found herself thrown over Ilea's shoulder, suddenly feeling drained by the blocked connection to Loki she'd had before.

As Ilea carried her towards the castle to a hidden door, Esabel could only reach one hand out in Alexis' direction, her mind now a swirl of chaotic thoughts and emotions...

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It was all remarkable as Ravor watched as the woman from before went after the woman he had been watching.

Should he interfere?

Yes.

Yes, because he wanted to see how things would play out and if he could get his hands on a new toy.

He raised a hand and the dead that were surrounding the young woman's companion began to melt before their eyes. This would allow the young woman who had been distracted to help.

"You best hurry miss. Your friend is being carted away by that woman there."

He pointed to Ilea who had Esabel over her shoulder.  

[Red Gypsy]

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Alexis turned to where the man pointed and moved with blinding speed to collect Esabel. But Ilea managed to close the hidden door that sealed itself against intruders entering that way.

That left the front door which was fine with Alexis. She'd collect her goddess that way. She paid no more mind to the man who'd helped her and simply moved with that same blinding speed to the front door that she kicked open, weapons drawn.  

[Hot Champion_of_justice]

For morning entertainment, he was quite satisfied how things went. He had no desire to help the woman as it seemed her knight in shining armor was already hot on her trail.

"Amusing...I will have to check on them again when I have more time."

Ravor yawned and kicked at the bones of the dismantled skeletons before he teleported to Vampire island.  

[Xankin]

A lone figure entered the graveyard on its own, followed by a red mist that coiled on its own against the wind. Through the piercing silence of the graveyard, whispers were the only thing ever heard as the figure ran gloved hands along the forgotten and useless tombstones....it's been a while, hasn't it? Even the mild undead, like simple zombies and the rare animated skeleton, seemed to back away from the mists that followed the hazy figure as he softly whispered words of arcana power and druidic life....dead plants suddenly pushed up and engulfed nearby corpses, fungi seen to begin to grow as the dead bodies slowly began springing to life....the red mist spread across the graveyard, like a fog that his and spread the undead spell across the entire graveyard....even through the sounds of rising undead and silent groans, a voice is heard uttering only simple words that held weight like that of incoming darkness...

"I am ready for the world to see my power....but are they ready to receive it's gifts?"  

[Red Gypsy]

Xankin

All of a sudden, the dead simply ignored him and returned to their graves as a wave of superior necromantic power washed over them all.

Shortly after, came a male with a golem escort. The golem looked so delicate, almost as if made of delicate crystal. But the magic that had created it made certain that nothing short of a high-level demon or a god could destroy it.

The male, Elf/Dwarf mix from the look of him. Basically good for a disposable meat shield, meaning he was a guard at the castle.

He looked at the golem nervously, then looked at the New Guy, "Sir... Your presence is requested as a guest at the castle," he said nervously, but very politely.

In all honesty, if he hadn't been polite, the golem probably would have killed him.

Everything had been set up at the castle to give the new guest a room with bathing facilities, clean clothes, whatever meal he desired... So he truly was going to be a guest.

Ilea just had to clean herself up before she could greet him personally... The wine cellar hadn't been in the best condition when she'd inspected it....  

[Xankin]

Red Gypsy

The figure paused a moment, the new voice annoying to his ageless ears. Turning to it with a sigh, it spoke again, it's annoyance and frustration replacing it's calm nature not too long ago. His undead, the power of Druidic magic and necromanic spells, had been laid back to rest. He'll have to try again later.

"Why should I accept such an offer to such rude of a host? Whomever countered my magik is not one to be kind, I'm sure. Besides….you seem scared. That golem, indeed, seems interesting to me, but crystal is a fragile thing in the right situation…."

He waved his hand to his side, and a black staff appeared in his hand. It hummed with energy, as well as a vibrating frequency that rattled through crystals and gems alike. An annoyance to him, but it helped with crystal giant's at times. He seemed willing to go….if only he was given reason as to why he should.
 

[Red Gypsy]

Xankin

The male licked his lips nervously as he glanced at the golem then back again at the 'guest', "To be honest... Mistress Ilea sent me... In truth, she frightens me more than her new master, who made these golems. She's been here for at least a thousand years, from the stories told. She probably put most of them bodies in the ground here, that you just raised. Means that this is her patch, if you get my meaning. And she's asked politely... She don't ask anyone but her master anything in a polite manner..." the male pointed out, hoping that there wouldn't be any problems.

Only the golem combined any magical abilities. The wave of power that had put the dead back in the ground had been pure necromantic power of a level that should have been frightening.

Besides, the male had just pointed out that the 'guest' was, in fact, playing around in someone else's territory... So... A little touch of manners wouldn't go amiss....  

[Xankin]

Red Gypsy

He thought for a few moments, tapping his chin with his mind working as usual. His mask hid all facial features, but they weren't needed in this situation, it seemed. He slowly approached the two, interest sparking his mind. He had used little to no magic on the bodies, to be sure, and that wave that had hit him was something he enjoyed feeling….an individual with at least a little magic within them. He was no weakling, oh no…..things like this sparked something inside that roared out into full on necessity to learn.

"Very well….I'll follow you to my hostess. It's not every day one offers me rooming into their castle willingly….hehe…."

His voice was chilling, filled with possibilities that seemed endless to say the least. The red mists surrounding him slowly receded, pulling back into his robes before he began walking. He seemed barely physical, as if the mists were a part of his very being.
 

[Red Gypsy]

Xankin

You can move to the Castle's Great Hall for your post if you want to.

The male licked his lips nervously again then gave a bow of respect, "Follow me then, Sir. Once at the castle, one of the servants will see you settled with whatever you want until Mistress Ilea is free to see you," he explained then led the way to the main entrance of the castle.

It wasn't much of a walk, but it wasn't a boring one. There was plenty of the wildlife in the area to see. The golem provided protection from the wildlife while making sure that the 'guard' didn't do anything... regrettable

As they got closer to the courtyard, the male 'guard' licked his lips nervously, "Darkness Abounds just got a new Master... Baron Shale... He holds Mistress Ilea's leash... Only way he could get that was to kill her former master... Not easy to kill Goh... Was a god once... Created this ream for himself..." he explained a little bit, letting the stranger know why he was so nervous.

There was a change in the hierarchy in the realm... Which was why he was a bit nervous with the golem. And why he wasn't really trusted to be on his own without the golem...  

[Rarian]

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Red Gypsy

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" You are acting like this development is going to change my answer." The tone was calm as the clipped words left his lips, a pale young man standing firmly with his arms crossed absently across his chest and his fingers tapping against his elbow as though subconsciously ticking to the sounds of the Graveyard around him and his 'companion'. Though to use such a friendly term really was a stretch even mentally.. The figure in front of him, a sickly yet hulking man, hissed with displeasure at his unruffled stare.. His attempt at intimidation clearly falling flat as Nate once again denied the stranger's demands. Oh, internally he was acutely aware of just how much damage a rabid man could dish out.. He'd just learned how to establish a decent poker face to get his job done. One had to use a spine around here, or they'd lose it violently. His glance strayed around them, to the soft mists that drifted over the headstones and the bustle of the spirits that roamed the land they'd been laid to rest in, and Nate exhaled as a all-to-familiar hand waved in front of his face demanding his attention once again. Alright..

" It was my job to make you something that could act as a painkiller and I've done that.." Untangling his arms he pointed down to the little yellow pill the man had dropped on the ground spitefully moments earlier, the dainty square only a inch from Nate's scuffed shoe as he twitched his index finger towards it encouragingly. " .. and I'm not wasting another pill on a slobbering moron that is going to whine about how it tastes. So.. That one is yours. Or are you saying it didn't work like I promised it would?" The male before him balked, clearly debating throwing that punch towards him after all, and Nate quirked his white brow expectantly.. Visibly daring the gesture. Whatever dirty dealings went on in this place the locals didn't humor outright violence, whomever tossed the first punch would be held accountable and even if he was the smaller of the pair... His customer had the good sense not to push the younger man.. After a long, tense, moment the guy leaned down and plucked the pill out of the dirt, curling his lip in some crude-tongued curse before turning and stalking away from their meeting place with a wobbling march. The sanguine glint of his stare followed the figure until it vanished into the pale evening light and only then did Nate allow his eyes to close, irritated yet relieved as the fellow abandoned his nagging and left him in peace. Likely not the last trouble he'd deal with today, in this town anything could happen to a small shop like his, but for now? Why worry over it. He wouldn't be dealing with that particular customer ever again so.... Recently he'd taken a job offer, two in fact, regarding rivaling hoodlums kicking up chaos after dark. The first job was the one he'd just finalized; That sickly man wanted a painkiller that gave him a edge in fist fights, something strong enough to make him seem inhuman and fast enough to kick in before the fists started flying. The only challenge had been finding something that didn't dilute with the man's copious intake of alcohol. The second job was a bit more promising and admittedly self-gratifying after the last few weeks of work; Nate was hired to poison the customer of his first job. The two jobs didn't conflict so he'd taken both, using the first task to piggyback his second motive easily.. It was unfortunate that the poison his second client had requested had such a potent taste but thankfully his first customer was an actual idiot. Still he'd done his job to a T. He'd made the man a painkiller alright... and that man would feel nothing as the poison in his system ate through his stomach lining and destroyed his innards with his own stomach acid. Nasty work but a job was a job and both clients got exactly what they asked for, nothing more and nothing less.

Sinking his hands into his pant pockets the male leaned back against the mausoleum behind him, allowing his nerves to settle after facing down such a brute-like foe, and despite himself a wistful little whistle escaped his lips.. His newfound freedom allowing him to observe the rest of the area with a bit more cheer. The spirits here were soothing. They treated him like a neighbor when he came here and he could always count on them to alert him to unwelcome guests during his deals. Sadly none of them knew anything about his personal problem... Pulling his left hand out of his pocket the lad lifted it to his chest, his fingers spread wide as he gently pressed over his sternum with his finger tips. Eyes still closed the youth felt his lips thin with a hint of stress as his mind traced the issue that motivated him to take on such dirty jobs as these. A tiny nugget of magic, cold but oddly comforting, had knotted itself in his flesh just there...and it was growing. Soon it would crystalize, if his grandmother's book was to be believed, and something akin to a soul-stone would start to form. " This would be easier if I had more information to go on." The thought was barely a whisper on the soft air of the cemetery and yet Nate visibly jerked at his own voice; The young necromancer resigned and amused by his own admission of need as he continued to himself aloud sarcastically. " ... because Necromancers just love sharing info. Maybe I could take some cookies up to the Castle and hope it doesn't set off another purge."