( Internet for me now I hope! Amazing stuffz! It will be a short post this time.. Glad to be back! )

-[ Foreign relations ]-

"You dare bring me to this place without even as much as asking?" the giant Kray’s voice thundered and Riel opened his eyes, he had blacked out from the strain of porting him and the Kray such a great distance... He had no idea he was able to do such feats yet the thoughts of his own greatness was quickly drowned as he realised the Kray was pinning him down to the ground. “You will gain nothing from killing me, Kray... Allow me to explain and then, if you see fit, you can punish me in any way you like...” He coughed “We- We are both in this now...”

Suddenly a hail of arrows rained down upon the Kray and Riel raised his right hand and placed it upon the Kray, forcing some of his energy into the runes that was formed upon the Kray’s body, causing his skin to harden even morely. Riel saw no reason in trying to fight this Kray, there was so much more going on around them that it would be nothing but a waste to get on hostile terms with this giant creature, especially as he was pinning Riel to the ground.

“Let the man go” someone said in a stern tone and Riel looked around himself, yet he could not locate the new speaker. As amazing as it seemed the Kray let go of Riel and he stood up slowly, idly brushing of his clothing with his clawed hands. “Thank you” he nodded to the Kray and then the Kray said “Now what” and looked to someone, and Riel turned around to look upon this certain somebody as well. There was a moment of silence then the person who seemed to be the one in charge turned around to talk to someone which Riel could not see, yet as the captain turned back to look down upon them again Riel found this to be his moment to speak:

“I, just as my friend here, have no qualms with your people. We’re not here to make war with you-” His eyes flared red for a moment as he lingered a little “I, Riel, promise to bring no harm to your people. If you bring no harm to neighter me nor my friend...” He was silent for a moment yet again to let his words linger in the minds of the ones he spoke to. He was not too familiar with any race but his own, so he found it polite to give them time to think, as all races did not possess the same mental agility as the Magisto. He held out his arms to them, as if to embrace them all, his long blackened wings sweeping out elegantly for a moment. This was the gesture Magisto did to each other to show that they mean’t no harm to each other.

“What is your answer?” He finished. The tone of his voice was hard to comprehend, it sounded inviting, yet at the same time quite threatening, as if choosing the wrong option would lead to complications that neighter of them wanted.

Unknown territory, that's where Krobon had found himself in. This situation was not in his plans nor did he know what to expect, without his followers here he was completely alone... They looked like rather weak and puny creatures, however in their society he had learned a few bits and pieces of them. The language was one of the things that was taught by the Overlord so that we could speak to the creatures of the worlds in case it was necessary.

The Magisto however seemed to wish a form of peace with them, Krobon wasn't one to study other races and didn't quite care for it. For now however he was unfortunately Dependant on the Magisto as he had led them here and was probably the only way he could get back.. Either that or directions, but who knew how far removed from the rift he was. "Indeed, we mean you no harm" Krobon figured this would be the best way to go about it for now. Kray were not sided with Pratos or Targon, however they were more often associated with Pratos then Targon.

He stood up straight and crossed his arms, looking at the Targon people and waiting for their reply. The one that caught his eye in particular was a female Lukkan that was taking hand in the offensive. She wished to kill them right away, but this wasn't the time for Krobon to die... He had much more to do, much more to achieve.

He whispered silently to the Magisto in his own native language, hoping the magisto would understand. "What did you bring us in to... I will not be a prisoner. I will not let them take me down without a fight... And you will die before i do Magisto."

Krobon was obviously infuriated by the situation and it took all of his strength to be able to sound even slightly calm. His black orbs of eyes studied the Targon races on the wall and waited for a reply.. Hoping somewhat for a favorable one, but prepared for the worst case scenario.

Kal growled with irritation as Maurtath, she had never seen either one of these creatures, but she knew quite well that neither was from Targon. "Maurtath, listen to me..." Kal pleaded, letting them live could very well mean the demise of this city. An outright attack on New Haven would decimate the Targon population, and would severly weaken the war efforts. "...you cannot allow these Praton insects to live," her ears flattened as she spoke, her anger rising. "Look," she pointed at Krobon, "his armor is weaker around the joints, the fleshy areas and the other looks to have no real natural armor. There are two and we are dozens, attack now before they signal in reinforcements and we are dealing with an army banging on our gates." Maurtath looked to the Magisto as he spread his wings, this gesture making the guards antsy and tighten their arrows on their strings. Maurtath only put up his hand to stay them. "Perhaps, but neither are like any Praton that I have even witnessed."

Kals patience with the general was wearing thin, "And maybe they have begun to engineer these...these monstrosities simply to wipe every Targon hide off the face of this planet!" Kal's whispering had gotten a bit louder, her voice no longer a whisper, but rather a hushed, angry tone. Several guards had turned their heads a bit to look back at the two. Kal bared her teeth slightly as she spoke, "You are making a big mistake by letting them free. If you don't kill them at least escort them to the Prisoner Camp. Then you can decide if you really want to let them go." The Prisoner Camp was just that, it was a massive concentration camp for Prisoners of war. Stationed several miles outside the walls of New Haven, Pratons captured in the war were brought here, interrogated, and more often then not, killed. Kal was not completely satisfied with letting the two be taken to the Camp, of course she would much rather see any Praton dead than alive, even if it were in a prisoner camp.

She stole a look back to the Kray and the Magisto, her eyes carrying heavy mistrust. "Please general, be reasonable, this is the entire city of New Haven at stake..." Maurtath looked from Kal to the creatures before heaving a sigh, "I suppose you make a point." He paused for a moment before raising his voice a little and addressing Krobon and Riel, "You will have to excuse our caution, but seeing as we are unaware of your intentions you will be escorted to the Camp to wait judgement. If you are clear then you will be released and free to go on your way." Maurtath did not mention what would happen if they were not, which brought a sadistic grin to Kal's features. Maurtath gestured to several of the guards who retreated out of sight, to return a moment later with a squadron of armed escorts. Ten armed soldiers and two mounted upon Opura departed from the gates to stand before the Kray and Magisto.

Kal bowed to the General, "Thank you, I will accompany them as well, please find a man named Atlyo, he is a healer, tell him I will be late for our rendezvous." With that, Kal leapt over the wall, and dug her claws into the stone wall, her claws immiting a loud screeching sound as she scaled down the wall in one fluid motion, leaving herself standing in the front of the squadron. She dusted off her claws and flipped her hood up. "Welcom to Targon," her voice was cold as she flipped her hand up at the elbow to signal the guards to form a loose circle around Krobon and Riel.

"What did you bring us in to... I will not be a prisoner. I will not let them take me down without a fight... And you will die before i do Magisto." The giant Kray spoke in his native tongue, so Riel found it reasonable to answer in the same language "I did not suspect this to happen, yet the young races are.. Quite unpredictable and hostile.." He shrugged a little and shook his head, his wide thin mouth forming a omnious smile. Riel had indeed offered a truce with these Truans, yet if they wanted to engage him with hostilities then he would answer with all the power he could conjure.

Riel's eyes moved over to watch the Lukkan female, she was the one who seemed to wan't to kill both him and the Kray on the spot, idly one of his thin eye brows raised as he focused on her intently, picking up some of the words she spoke to the commander. Then the commander spoke:
"You will have to excuse our caution, but seeing as we are unaware of your intentions you will be escorted to the Camp to wait judgement. If you are clear then you will be released and free to go on your way."

As he had finished Riel bared his teeth for a moment, his face showing hints of anger. He had no time to get sent to some truan prison, neighter did he have much time to linger about anyone who could have hostile intentions against him. His pact would not last forever and when it broke he would have to pay the price for not being inside the veil... A price he had payed many times.

It was not long before a number of Truan soldiers made their way from the city gate to perform this 'escort' to the prison camp. Riel's red glowing eyes slid over each and every one of them as they got closer, and he could sense a sort of anxiety lingering in the air. Then the Lukkan suddenly scaled down the walls in a very agile fashion. Riel's grin widened, so she was the most powerful fighter, this did not differ much from the Magisto's culture so he could relate to her authority, thus he felt it proper for him to show her respect.

"Welcom to Targon" She spoke and Riel gave her a court nod, then he spoke, his tone being respectful, yet far from submissive. "I thank you, Lukkan, for those kind words.. I, Riel, accept your welcoming-" he chuckled a little "Yet I have been in Targon before, yet never this far from the veil" He pondered to himself for a moment, then he shrugged "I have no intention of going to a prison since I have no business with neighter you, or your allegiance. Us Magisto are not part of the war-" He paused "We are the guardians who makes sure that thinhs who are far worse then any Praton makes their way into your world"

He tilted his head to the side a little then he smirked to the Truan, baring his elonged canines a little, this did not make him look any less hostile. "You have the chaotic remnants of the veil about you.. Yet I am sure your race cannot perceive such trails, as us Magisto can." He looked to the Kray for a moment, "Me and my friend happened to end up here after a unstable reaction close to the rift, so this location was sadly as random as your order to jail us.. Lukkan."

...Rift & Rumination... | Curiio's Home

Curiio sat counting empty bottles to asess what was needed for his expedition, in silence, only the brash orders of new comers and city watchmen in the distance. "One, two, what lies beneath?- Three.. Four, beneath it cowers.. Five" the pensive Truan could not rid his mind of the ruminations of what lied beneath, what cowered. Frustrated the man stands to attention, moving over from the table toward the cauldron observing the simmering molten gold within, stirring it with the same elongated spoonlike ladel. With a sigh Curiio looked out to a grubby window, smeared with congealed smoke barely displaying the shabby street outside.

"This seemed like a good enough time to open shop" he thought to himself before wandering through a wooden archway which led to a cramp room filled with books, piled high to the ceiling, giving an imposing feel to the room and the few that might enter. At the centre of the room, surrounded by literature was a large sign which hung from a thin wrought iron bracket, the sign read "Open", written in black paint.

Curiio lifted the amateur sign and proceeded to place it outside of what could be called a home, though Curiio was not house proud. Upon walking back into his living area he glanced to a large picture above the cauldron and fireplace, hanging there depicting a vast landscape of purple meadows and golden skies, this entirely trippy painting was hung by a rusty modest nail which jutted out of the brick breast of the fireplace. The Truan approached the painting, turning it around, landscape facing flat to the brick as it swung round on the freyed twine. Upon the back of the painting was what looked like a hand written appointment schedule, luckily only two booked today. The first in the last afternoon. "Oh now? Are you joking?" He sighed to himself. The other early evening. The list of appointments dated as far back as two years, name after name, some regular some never appeared to re-book again. "Mr Anderson... Great, a barrell of laughs" the pale Truan rolled his blue eyes.

"I 'erd that boy!" Replied a gruff man. This startled the pale and preocupied Truan, spinning around on his heels. "Mr Anderson.. Forgive me, but... Please, don't call me boy- How're you?" Curiio beamed a smile, bowing his head curtly.

"I'll call you what I like, get on with it, me shoulder is giving me trouble as per usual, silly boy!" The tubby bearded man waddled through the door, leaving it wide open, dust from the wood floor boards fluttered out onto the cobble street. The sheer amount of dust in Curiio's make shift haven danced and floated visably in a spectacular display of the dual suns beams through the grubby window and open door. The pale Truan winced his blue eyes, far too used to the darkness. He nodded all the same and gestured the tubby patient to sit upon the couch he had so recently had nightmares upon, while Curiio served a generous serving of warm molten gold potion in a glass bottle- corking it tight.

"Sir.. Here you are, I suggest you take it now- only a sip mind you- incase you need some before bed, I find my neck aches at night when the draft gets in" Curiio said politely, offering the bottle of healing gold. The tubby man sneered, scratching his long finger nails through his grey beard "You aint a healer, what do you know?". "Enough." Curiio said simply, turning his back to the being. The pale hollow Truan cast his eyes over the list once again, it seemed the next appointment was a new client, though Curiio could not remember precisely when this "Ms. A. Veil" was here to request a booking. He shrugged all the same. "Mr Anderson, you know you could speak to me with a little more respect, I may not be a physician but does my brew not work?... No? Mr A-" Curiio looked back over his shoulder to find the tubby Mr Anderson to be gone.

"Goodbye Mr Ass."

"Very well, i will cooperate and so will this man here, however... I will not hold back if you try anything" Krobon was no easy opponent and should they try anything he would decimate as many of these targon creatures. He then turned his sight on Riel and spoke in his native tongue. "You will cooperate, even if we fight here they have the advantage of the walls, in their camp we will be inside and it will be much easier for me to break out then break in."

Even if the muscle tissue was not covered in armor, his complexion was so dense that no normal arrow could penetrate and anything bigger would lack accuracy... This made it so that only magic weapons could harm him properly. "You there Lukkan, you should choose your enemies carefully... You may be at war with Pratos, however to battle with the Kray and the Magisto would put you at a great disadvantage" He was merely stating a truth, the Kray were one of the reasons why too great an army could not go through from either side and the war had not completely escalated.

He held his ground and looked around at the soldiers surrounding them, such weak pitiful guards.. How could they hope to detain anything with this pitiful strategy...

"Let's go"

(Sorry for the short post, we need to get somewhere where there is more to write about)

The soldiers surrounded the two monsters loosely, forming a crescent moon with the two facing Kal. Her hood was pulled low over her face as the two Opura riders moved into place at the rear. Kal flicked her hand and turned on her heel in a westerly direction away from the city. The suns were already at their peak beating down on the party. The sun almost seemed to reflect off of Kal's white robe. A slight breeze wafted across her face, tugging at her hood. The soldiers pressed the Kray and Magisto into step behind Kal. Three soldiers stood between Kal and the prisoners, the rest flanking the two, Kal's hands swept easily against the hilts of her blades.

She said not a word as midday passed. They had traveled nonstop since they had left the gates, Shard was anxious to be let loose, but Kal was more concerned about getting Krobon and Riel to the Camp before midnight. Had they started out earlier, perhaps they would have made it at dusk, but the way things were going, it would be well past sunset before they got to the camp.

As the twin orbs touched the horizon, the party began to pick their way into the swampy regions of Targon, towards the Marnai Jungle. The bushland had begun to subside, giving way to more mushy ground. Kal and the opura riders were able to nimbly hop and jump to the more stable parts of the ground, making travel less difficult. The heavier armed guards slowed down the party a bit. Riel used his wings to propell himself gracefully to the more stable ground, but Krobon could not. His massive weight sunk him into even the studiest patches of ground, slowing the group even more. Kal growled in irritation at the hulking monstrosity. This had slowed their pace more than she had expected, putting thir arrival time far beyond her first anticipated.

Suddenly Krobon stepped on what seemed to be a sturdy patch of ground, but sunk right through up to his mid thigh. An Opura, distracted by a small moth, leaped aside Krobon accidently kicking the Kray with it's foot. In a flash Krobon lashed out grabbing the opura by the offending foot, sending the rider flying into the mud. Krobon growled as he grabbed the opura's neck in one claw, the hind leg in the other and pulled. With a sickening snap the leg came free and the neck broke leaving two body parts in either hand and Krobon splattered with blood. The opura rider picked himself up and looking in horror at his dismangled mount. Kal reared around and snarled pulling her blades out, glaring daggers at Krobon. Krobon merely growled deeply, "Don't...touch me."

Kal deftly jumped to stand in front of Krobon. "You've destroyed a valuable piece of property. By law you are required to replace that which you have destroyed. You want to be a mount, beast?" She snarled at Krobon, before twirling and sheathing her blades. "Pick up the pace bohemeth." With that she turned away and bounded back out to the front, the now mountless rider trudging angerly at the rear. Krobon threw away the pieces of the opura and splashed his hands into the muck, trudging through on all fours, though not making a sound.

As night fell the ground continued to get soggier, the sounds of nightlife in the swampland were abundant. A soldier made his way up next to Kal, "Lady, perhaps we should stop, we need a rest..." Kal only narrowed her eyes at the soldier, "Back to your station, we move until we reach the Camp." The soldier lowered his head and retreated back to his post. The trip continued without a word.

Far past midnight the Camp came into view, an eerie place of stone buildings and high barbed fences. Heavily arms guards were stationed along the numerous parapets. The place was lit up by dozens of fires, the light reflected off of massive mirrors, giving the entire place an odd orange glow. Kal smirked as they stepped up to the gates, "Welcome to Hell," she whispered softly to herself as she pulled back her hood. The guards stationed at ground level at the gate was the first to speak, "State your business." Kal swept a rogue spine from her eyes before speaking, "I am the Rift-Slayer, I bring you orders and prisoners from New Haven." Kal motioned for Krobon (who was a muddy mess) and Riel to step forward. "Under Lord Maurtath's orders these two are to be contained and questioned." Kal proceeded to inform the guard about the creature's appearance at the gates of New Haven. The guard nodded, then shouted to his comrades to open the gates, to which they complied almost instantly. The heavy iron gate lifted up and the party was ushered in.

Once inside the gates, she small party was rushed with guards. Kal looked to Krobon, though spoke to the guard captain, "Put him in containment. Make sure he's snug. He's got a temper, wouldn't want him to -hurt- himself." Kal grinned wickedly as guards approached both Krobon and Riel with heavy shackles...

-[ Alternating tendencies ]-

Riel looked to the guards who approached him with the shackles in their hands. Riel sighed loudly and looked to the Kray, what would this lead to... They had no time to be prisoners of war, being held captive was not in his plans at all. “Relinquish your weapons” one of the guards said and Riel could not help to chuckle, he would never leave his sword in the hands of these so called ‘soldiers’.

He moved his right hand to the side a little then he closed his eyes, then in a sudden quick move of his hand his claws began to glow green, just as the guards began to react to this obvious use of magic both Riel’s sword and dagger, along with their scabbards, faded out of existance with a small ‘zap’. Not shortly after that he felt a powerful blow to his back, and as he fell forwards another guard gave his head a hard bash with his spear. “Dont you try anything like that again you hear!” one of the guards spoke as they shackled his hands, “Why didn’t the mages stopp that?!” another guard yelled and a robed man approached them, “I tried... It was no form of magic I have ever seen before-“ the angry guard cursed loudly and the robed man sighed. “Seems you have alot to tell us” the angry guard chuckled “Oh you will tell us much, we have our methods around here” and with that they moved Riel away from the giant Kray into a building.

They entered a corridor which consisted of a long row of heavy metal doors, they moved him down along the corridor and then they opened one of the doors and pushed Riel into a small cell. There was a small wooden bed in the corner and a broken table in the room, “You wait here... And have a mage stationed outside his room, I dont want him trying any more of those tricks!” and with that the metal door closed and the heavy click of the lock echoed through the confined little prison room.

Riel walked towards the bed and suddenly his eyes widened and his whole body got stiff, the pain that seared through his body was so intense that he fell to his knees, in a flash his wings burned to ashes and all the features of his pact sunk back into his body again. He arched backwards and with a deep pained moan he fell backwards onto the ground, his body spasming forcefully. Something in Riel’s mind told him this was different from the other times he had left the pact outside the veil... This was much more powerful. It felt it as if the interiors of his body was burning and spasming, screaming and clawing as if in a frenzy. His mouth opened wide as he screamed at the top of his voice, then all the pain suddenly disappeared. With a deep sigh he crawled to stand on all fours, then he stood up weakly, his legs wobbling as he made his way over to sitt in the bed.

“What had just happened...” He said to himself, then he looked to his right as the door opened and a robed man walked in with his hands raised, ready to cast some sort of spell it seemed “What happened!” the robed man commanded to know and Riel merely shook his head “I- I do not know- It has never-“ the robed man interrupted him “What happened to your apperance? Was that a spell? A effect of some magic none the less!” Riel shook his head “The pact broke... Somehow I feel more then just that happened...” He sighed and looked to the ground, he was very tired, as if all his energy had been zapped out of him. “What city are you from Truan?” The robed man said with a quirked brow “Who taught you this magic?” Riel shook his head “I am no Truan, neighter was I taught this magic, it is given to us Magisto as we are created”

Something in Riel’s mind suddenly stirred, why had the man called him a Truan? There was no way one would mistake him for a Truan... Riel moved his hands up to his face and let his fingertips slide along his features, the mouth was still the same, thin and wide. The black scars leading down from his eyes was also still there from the feel of it... He let his hands slide up to his ears, he suddenly looked confused... They were no longer in the shape he had remembered them, they were shorter and more like the ears of a Truan. He let one of his hands comg through his hair, it was much shorter then before, he pulled a pair of strands from his hair and looked upon them... “Mauve? White?” He said to himself and the robed man frowned “What?” Riel merely shook his head and said “Nothing...”

His thoughts moved to the Kray, what was happening to him... He needed the Kray now if he was to escape this prison, he had no intention to stay now that this had happened to him, he had to return to the veil to investigate this sudden change... He had to get out... Somehow!

/ Rawr.

Krobon was Edgy, the incident with the mount was proof of that. However he would try to stay as docile as possible, when they arrived at the camp it was pitch dark with nothing but the moonlight and torches to keep things visible. The Lukkan obviously didn't have a great like for him however she was not about to pick a fight with him either. This was the interpretation of the Kray in any case, the Lukkan gave the order to take special care of the Kray and not in a good way. The Magisto was taken away and they led Krobon to a steel cell where they chained him with as many chains as they could find, obviously he could break out but that wouldn't be smart as it was for now. One of the guards spoke to the creature.

"You are a perversion of nature and you will be put to justice." Krobon merely growled in reply and as soon as the door closed behind the guards he sat down and some of the smaller chains snapped under his movement. He was left to his own thoughts. "Where am i?" He thought silently to himself, this place, this world, this cell it was completely unfamilliar to him, he wasn't quite sure what to do about it. For the first time since his so called birth he was in a situation unnatural to him.

He was reminded of his birth, the creation in the Overlord where he fought for his life and came out the strongest, that is where the struggle began for this abomination, not truly at home in either world but only among his people. "Everything i have worked for might be gone even if he did return. This is what could be called an unwanted change in his life. He was now focusing on his survival, for all he knew he might never get back to his world....

It was then that one of the guards entered, looking at the creature which had seated himself in the cell. "Creature, what was your reason for being near New haven. "I was teleported here against my will" The guard wanted to ask more but the creature merely kept silent and he merely looked down. Krobon was not going to waste his time on this guard, he had little understanding of their society and would wait till he learned more. It was then that the guard approached him and slapped him against the head. The moment his hand touched Krobon he grabbed the guard by the waist with his huge claw and slammed him against the wall, the guard immediately passing out due to the force of the blow against his head and body.

Krobon stopped at that and opened the door of the cell, putting the guard down outside and closing the door behind him, guards rushed and brought him to the medical center, whilst Krobon waited there to see what would happen next, the guards close did not dare enter the cell having seen the guard.

The two were escorted away without much trouble. Kal could not help but chuckle a bit, she figured they knew better than to struggle. Here, without Maurtath, they would be given no mercy. Kal spoke a bit with a guard commander about their journey from New Haven before bowing and turning towards the building where they had taken Krobon. As Kal entered the containment building a guard brushed past her in a hurry...something had happened.

When the guards saw the body of their comrade, the security of Krobon was doubled. Heavy halberdiers were stationed outside of the holding cell, they were not about to take any chances, a mage had even been stationed next to the cell. Kal strode past numerous cells, some vacant, and others occupied by various species of Pratons. As she got to Krobon's cell she noticed the upped security and now realized why the guard she had bumped into was in such a hurry. This creature was going to be more trouble than she was worth. Kal luckily was known within the camp, many of the inmates she had put here. The guards let Kal pass without trouble. The massive beast was chained to the wall by many thick ropes of metal, several were torn from the wall and hung uselessly against the behemoth's side. She looked the beast right in the eyes; he was intellegent after all, she could see it in those orbs. From the little time spent with him, slogging through the swamp, Kal had measured Krobon's weakess. He was incredibly strong, as he had clearly demonstrated with the opura, but he lacked manuverability and speed...just what Kal specialized in. She studied the creature's body armor for a long moment, taking in every crack and crevasse, measuring him just in case.

Before entering the cell with Krobon, she turned to three of the halberdiers, "Fetch the winged one and bring him to containment too, they were together, I want to question them together." The guards nodded and immediatly traipsed out, the clanging of their armor resonating down the stone hallway. Three remained guard outside Krobon's cell. Other, lighter armed guards were stationed at certain points along the hallways. It was certainly a maximum security facility. "Fetch me a chair," she ordered to one of the remaining halberdiers, who looked at her, then to his comrades. "I'm sorry, did I stutter? Chair. Now." she snapped, which caused the guard to scurry down hallway. Kal took the opportunity to step closer to Krobon, testing his space limit, he did not move an inch, his heavy frame moving ever so slightly with the rhythm of his breath. A moment later the guard came back baring a sturdy wooden chair. Kal snatched it from his hands and swung it around, the back facing Krobon, within the beast's reach. She swung her leg over the chair and plopped herself down in it casually (backwards), resting her forearms and elbows on the back of the chair. While she looked relaxed, her muscled were tensed and ready for anything that the Kray could throw at her. Her eyes locked onto the Kray's. She was interested in him, there were no sentient creatures on Targon with brute strength comparable to this creature's. His natural armor was something she had never seen before. He was huge, and could certainly be useful.

"You have a name, Tiny?"

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The mage opened Riel's cell and entered, grabbing Riel's arm and inspected the magisto. Just then a loud clanking sound began in the far hallway and got louder as it approached. Three armored halberdiers stood before Riel's cell. "The winged one is to be brought to confinment with the brute, where is he?" The mage pointed at Riel. The halberdier laughed sarcastically, before stopping abruptly, "Non invisible wings please." The mage shrugged, "This is him, I'm tellin'ya, one moment he's got wings and other shit, the next he doesn't. No magic like I've ever seen." The halberdier grumbled before stepping into the cell and roughly grabbing Riel and dragging him from the cell. "Whatever, you're sure I got the right one?" The mage nodded and the halberdier dragged Riel off down the corridor towards the containment area.

Across the yard, the guard pulled Riel along roughly, the other two halberdiers following close behind. They brought the magisto to the containment cells, and as he was escorted down the hall, he could see Kal at the end, seated backwards on the wooden chair, Krobon still out of his site.

Kal turned her head to see what looked like a truan. "Do he look like he has wings to you? No I didn't think so, WINGED ONE, not this piece of trash," she growled at Riel's escort. The escort snorted and shoved Riel into the cell next to Krobon. They were still separated by a wall of stone to prevent visuals of each other. "This is the winged one, magic user said he used some appearance alter spell or some shit," the guard shrugged. Kal sighed, the magisto did look somewhat like the winged thing, facially, but it was hard to tell. "Whatever. Okay who wants a drink? I do. And you two don't get a choice...or anything for that matter." Kal smiled falsely to Krobon as she leaned the chair back on it's front legs and lean herself back enough to get a look at Riel. She then turned to the halberdiers, "Tea with honey, no sugar and a glass of warm milk." The guards looked to either other, causing Kal to snap her fingers. "We aint yer servants," one of the guards drawled. "No, but I am your superior. Sooooooo run along." One of the guards slumped his shoulders and trudged off to fill the lukkan's order.

"Now, where were we? Ah yes...Names if you have them and lemme hear your story. Chicken, "she leaned back again to look at Riel, "You first."

-[ Captivity, Ties to the past ]-

Riel had spent some time talking to the Truan mage, yet their conversation was quicly turning quite gainless for the both of them as Riel had began to just glare into the ground. His mind was elsewhere at the moment, far far away inside the veil, back in the days when he walked amongst his own people. It was all so far away now, it felt as if it had been another life, or maybe he had just dreamed it all...

Heavy footsteps was heard further down the corridor and it was not long before three heavily armored men where at Riel’s door. One of them walked inside “The winged one is to be brought to confinment with the brute, where is he?” the heavily armored guard asked and the mage nodded to Riel, yet the man in armor merely laughed in a manner which made Riel sneer a little. They exchanged some words yet Riel’s attention was yet again filled with the thoughts of the veil, somehow it felt as if he had lost his connection to it, as if it had cut him away.

The armored guard tugged Riel and he followed, his eyes till focused on the ground as he walked. He did not pay much attention to the surroundings before he saw the Lukkan female sitting upon a chair looking at the Kray, "Do he look like he has wings to you? No I didn't think so, WINGED ONE, not this piece of trash," she said and Riel shook his head, he found the hostility of the Lukkan quite bothersome, he had done her nothing yet she acted as if he was her mortal enemy. If she knew what the Magisto and Kray had done for their world, maybe she would bow to him instead of throwing meager insults at his honor.

“This is the winged one, magic user said he used some appearance alter spell or some shit,” Riel looked up to the guard and said “You lack in your language, Truan.” The tone of his voice was colder then earlier, and the small hints of threat was much more evident now. The guard merely gave him a punch on the shoulder and pushed him into the containment cell. Riel sat down in the middle of his own cell and crossed his legs, leaning slightly forwards towards the Lukkan to show her that she had his attention.

“Whatever. Okay who wants a drink? I do. And you two don't get a choice...or anything for that matter.” She said and he merely smiled at her, yet the smile was far from a pleasant one. She ordered the guards around a little then she turned her attention to him, “Now, where were we? Ah yes...Names if you have them and lemme hear your story. Chicken, you first.”

Riel raised a brow for a moment, then he spok his title with a military proudness “I am, Exarch Magisto Riel, The Exiled Primeval, Pantheon of the pandemoniums second circle.” He leaned back a little as he had said his title, it felt odd to talk of these titles when his home felt like nothing but a dream, was these really the titles he had been given during the ages inside the veil? Was all this even real?

“My story begins ages before you were born Lukkan, and that story is of no interest to you, yet I am sure you want to know why I appeared outside the walls of your... ‘city’...” He sighed, “I was hunting a item called a Nexus crystal inside the city called Farch Reach, it is in the wastelands close to the rift, I am sure you are aware of it’s location, there I met this Kray” Riel nodded respectfully to Krobon “And during some complications there we were accidently transported from there, to where you found us.” He pondered a little, “And that is all.”

Riel had no intention of telling neighter the Lukka nor the Kray that he had been ordered by a transparent woman to bring himself and the Kray to the city of New Haven to find something which might grant him entry to the city of mirrors...

The city Riel somehow knew he would never see again...

Ms. A. Veil and the cowering boy. | New Haven Evening

After drinking copious amount of mixed potion, Curiio began to feel rather restless and irritated. Waiting and waiting for this "Ms. Veil" to show up. Dusk was falling over the city and those twin suns seemed to be dying out in a apocalyptic orange display. The sky appeared to be a light with flame, the clouds splintering away from view as stars twinkled like sparks in this inferno of the heavens. Twilight approached and a number of lamps were being lit by a tall slim figure, wandering along the rough cobble street that was Curiio's.

The pale Truan observed the nightguard from his open front door. The nightguard strode off and around the corner to continue his illuminating duties. Poor Curiio, stood up by his booking of Ms. Veil. It was not the first time he had been left waiting but this situation seemed to grind at him, begging in his mind just for some peaceful sleep. With the mere thought of peace across his pensive mind, Curiio leaned his side and head against the doorframe, closing his eyes. With his arm folded he rested against the frame, allowing the warm summery felt evening wave over his sallow skin.

"Only when you could not see can I then be." Said a dulcet voice, a female voice softly speaking to Curiio, but not within his weary mind, but at the forefront of his resting form.


Curiio, unstartled by this voice opened his eyes to witness a stunning yet imposing tall form. The dulled rising moon of iredescence framed the top of her head like a halo of white. Her hair tied behind her back, black as the impending nighttime and her eyes, those eyes seemed to lack life, but stare intently with a soft glow. The lamps lit in the street cast a moody light over this womans smooth and supple grey face. She did not smile, she did not blink but merely bowed her head curtly. Her garmets long and light seemed to remain still, though the night breeze was picking up gradually, causing the lamps oily flame to quiver.

"Ms.. Veil I presume?" Murmered Curiio, his tone clearly disinterested after the rude waiting for his booking. "Just Veil. Hello again Truan" She replied, her irisless eyes perhaps wandering over his leant form. "Are you not going to invite me in?" She added, looking past the Truan toward the makeshift haven. "Yes, yes come in" He turned, gesturing her to follow, immediately heading toward the cauldron of gold. He wished to get this service over and done with and head to his bed. That rotted and creaky bed. A bed fit for noone better than a pauper. But, it was his own bed.

"I won't be requiring such, but I know some who will" She said softly, standing in the door way, her gaze looking more so to Curiio's humble surroundngs. "I hear you are quite gifted Truan, yet your establishment is hardly preposessing" "Miss, I urge you to take what you came for and begone, I am a tired man" He sighed gazing down into the simmering gold surface. "I will leave when I give you my message. I bestoy upon you words of wisdom, though one such as you need not heed. But I strongly urge it, Truan. Hear me now, beneath it cower-" But curiio had heard this, he had heard it many times and stopped her in her speach, raising a hand. "Pardon me Miss Veil but-" Curiio paused his words with a high gasp, unable to finish, unable to speak. "Hush boy.. Beneath it cowers- do not interupt me again. From beneath it cowers. Beneath the holy and beneath the dead. Amongst the vermin and along the dread. You'll face your face and obtain the truth. Go to the sewer, beneath the "Hoooly districts" The fourth holy hole. " She mocked such a place with her tone a small malicious grin now appearing across her darkened face. "And find the help. Use it to help. Use your potion and the cowering aid which you seek. To bring peace, to bring order. I am not capable to do so, I am of Chaos. But you, you Curiio... You are benevolent. Bring him back to us."

Curiio's eyes did not blink, attempting to register all that she was saying, he still could not speak yet questions burned in his head. Once he had set on one question to ask, he could. He spoke naively so "Who back?!". He could speak again, blinking at the momentary miracle. Alas once he focused for an answer from the woman. She was gone.

...The cowering boy beneath... | New Haven Sewers.


Curiio felt relieved, her presence had been incredibly passive, yet so imposing. He felt exhilarated to be alone. A wave of inspiration fell over him, his tired mind felt energized. He could speak, he could think freely. The buzzing Truan collected his belonging set atop of the table, A book, bottles both empty and full. Curiio's hands hastily slide his blck gloves over, they fit so snug he thought. Tossing his coat over his broad form he buttoned it up, checking his pockets for the cloth and gold potion. It was still drastically low so he approached the cauldron and used the ladel to spoon copious amounts into the bottle, topping it back up and corking the bottle. Wrapping it up in the white cloth and pocketing it once more. He stepped out of his home and shut the door behind him, using a lengthy rusted key to tamper with the locking mechanism. With that he strode off down the street where the nightguard had so recently been. Along the winding narrow streets and past the Taverns and closed markets. Dusk was far behind as night set in. Guards and tramps wandering equally along the cities streets, murmering to themselfs, begging for money and beating each other.

Curiio did little more than listen to who he passed, head low, eyes scowling over the cobble streets, stone after stone, sewer grate after grate as he marched down the streets and through alleys.

"She didn't tell me who, she knew my name.. My name. She said it." He muttered softly.

"Oi oi lad want a good time?!" Bellowed a street walker dressed in little more than a grubby ripped skirt, baring her assets toward Curiio. He frowned to her, barely stopping in his destined tracks. "No.." He sneered back. "Oh I geddit! One o' them funny lads, whats'a matter? Not man enough for ya am I?!" She jeered. Curiio's face still lowered quickly and he turned his steps a sharp left, to hopefully avoid the persuing prostitute. Though he, in his determined mind did not see the stack of crates built up infront of a turning to a vast alley, the cathedral at the other side. His destination so close, but Poor curiio hit the crates and fell back like a ton of bricks. On his back laying still he looked up and the haggered woman leered over him, crouching down as he skirt rode up lewdly. "Aw poor boy can't get up.. Or get it up. Hah!" She tugged his black roots of hair and lifted his head up, slobbering a chapped kissing pair of lips to his forehead whilst her other hand, dirty and brown rummaged through a pocket, tugging free the little gold he had. "That'll do for a kiss" She said teasingly and let go of his hair, slamming his head back to the cobble street. "Ta ta lovie!" She skipped along her way up the nighttime street.

Curiio could hear in the distance, that woman that whore bantering with others about her recent conquest. "Four gold, thats all I got.. Bloody pooftas, Cheapo's!". A frustrated Curiio pushed up standing in line with the tall crates, attempting to peer over them to see the cathedral. The lights were dimming and slowly, one by one going out through the stain glassed windows. The preachers were closing for the night, this was perfect, but how could he get across? A bright and chaotically focused idea popping into is mind. The pale Truan strode after the Whore, now alone back on the corner where he had first sneered at her. "You miss, I wish for uh.. Well you know-" He muttered, looking rather shy to the floor. "A good time eh? Ye better 'av more than four.. I was ten for a good time." - "Fine fine, whatever you say, I want you. Come come.." Curiio gestured. She followed, skipping behind him. He halted just by the crates now and turned to link arms with the whore of New Haven. She smirked and winked to the Truan. He did the same before swinging her around in a dance, only to crash her through the crates, spintering apart and toppling over ontop of her bulldosed form. "Ah thats how you do it!" He growled, stepping over her battered form and on toward the Cathedral.

Curiio looked back to focus through the dark at the distanced whore stiring from her wreckage. He hastily approached the side of the high spired cathedral, closed and deserted. It seemed rather terrifying in the dark, considering it's sanctuary for faith. He stoney footsteps halted , glancing around. "No sewer grate" he thought. He carried on walking, the sound of his footsteps became metalic and harsh. "Aha!" He grinning looking down to the large round metal. Across the grate was an engraved message reading "New Haven Waste line IV". Perfect, he thought, the fourth now to get it open he had to place he hands to the lipped opening, tucking his fingers flush with the handles, lifting it up with a clattering rattle. With a loud metalic gong the sewers grated plate hit the floor aside of the hole, the stench of waste filled Curiio's senses, trying his best not to gag at the stench as he clambered down the hole. The claustrophobic ring of wall around him wreaked as he lowered himself further down the rusty damp ladder. But it stopped, the ladder had been broken cleanly off, it was too dark to see below as to how far the drop was. He had little time, he was encouraged and enthralled by this "chase" he lower his legs to dangle dangerously from the ladder, his hands gripping the final bar. He kicked the air below, feeling no floor, no wall and certainly no flowing sewage, although he could hear it.

With a mighty metalic ping, his palms slipped and let go of the ladder, falling a few feet onto old bags and crates, rotted and soft by the damp dark. He was amongst garbage in the dark, looking around for what then seemed to be a flicker of light in the distance, perhaps along a tunnel of sewage. He followed it, and the stench of waste was chokingly thick to his senses. He fumbled in the dark for his white cloth, dapping the honey gold potion to it and shoving it over his nose and mouth as he crouched down now through the narrowing tunnel. The light was greenish and glowed brighter and brighter as he approached the opening, suspended in the wall of a round sewer filled oubiliette, a feet down hordes of vermin riddled rats scurried in circles around this source of green glow. This was it he thought to himself, was this the cowering object? The ellusive vague myth? He had no time to think as he leaped from the hole in the wall down into the rat riddled oubliette. The bold rats scurried around his boots, squeeking louder as he waded through, ankle deep in vermin. Suddenly the vermins noisey squeaks became squeals and in a perfect circle all the rats scurried to the outer edge of the tall sewer room. Leaving only the green glow which susepending a few feet infront of Curiio. As he reached his gloved hands out to perhaps wave through the gasless essense he heard a familiar voice, too familiar.. His own voice above. "This is it! The ellusive myth!" Though his voice was mocking from the hole where curiio had jumped down from. His exact double was crouched where he was, winking down at Curiio, his black hair messy, cloth over his pale doubled face.

"I look good don't I?! Even in wastage no?!" Joked the double, Curiio was left agasp, looking back a moment to the glowing green which had gone, yet the direction of the green light was coming from his high double." You've found me, bravo, encore." The double clapped, letting the cloth drop and vanish from view. Curiio's own cloth, his corporeal cloth was gone too. "Magicks.. " Curiio Murmered. "Oh yes, but I am good arn't I?" The double smirked.

"Who are you-" Curiio asked, only to be interupted by a reply that changed direction, it was hard to determine where from as all sound echoed around the tall oubliette. "Who am I? Silly question, I'm you. I'm what cowers. You hide under here like vermin, even the rats are scared of you Curiio" jeered the Double now right behind Curiio, smirking at his perplexed and bewildered double. "Need help? What did you think I'd be some sort of little gem or something? Some sort of keepsake small meticulous object with immense power? Oh please, you've read too many novels." The double joked once more. "Enough, give me what I need." - "Oh such fire in you Curiio, such War!" Growled the Double. "Say please..." Winked the double, mocking The pale Truan with expressions Curiio could not perform. "Please, I need to do... To-" Curiio fell silent as the double spoke, his own voice was speaking back at him, completely twin to himself. "You need to help and all that crap. But I think you don't know what you need. Let alone what is expected of you. What is it you do all day Curiio? You help people to feel better about yourself? That is not genuine, that is not selfless. Theres too much fury in you. And you cover it up by helping those you could easily stamp out... On your knee's boy." The double then commanded, geting to his own knees. Which influenced Curiio to do the same. As Curiio fell to his knees the double before him shifted and merged, the light changing colour from it's body to that of white, forcing curiio to wince. With each changing feature the double of Curiio became a small boy, a small Childlike Curiio, his features shrinking from man to adolescent to Child. "Are you my daddy?" Said the pale boy infront of the knelt Curiio. His eyes were large and blue, black hair cascading over his face. "Are you my daddy sir?" He spoke softly. "No I'm.. I'm -you-" Curiio's voice cooed almost passively asif really talking to a child, to himself. "I'm here to.. I'm here to help you, to help... me." He said. "I don't need help. I need my daddy. I need my mummy. This man keeps coming into my room at night-" The boy said, but Curiio looked away, only to find the boy pleading with his hands infront of Curiio's averted gaze. "Please, take me to him" The boy opened his arms wide, head to toe in grubby grey orphanage robes.

Curiio stood to embrace the child, but he cowered, the small childlike Curiio cowered, and sobbed suddenly. "I don't understand what I need to do. I am confused." Curiio said helplessly down to the child. "No Curiio, you do" The boy smiled up suddenly, his eyes filled with tears. "You know don't you? Please tell me you know" The boy pleaded. "I.. I don't. Do I take you back to your home?" - "No not I, I am you. But you need me". Curiio became infuriated by the baseless confusion, sighing away from the boy. "Where did you-" - "Go?" Jeered a female voice. Curiio looked up to the hole, his blue eyes wild. "I'm 'ere love! Now- Listen to me carefully eh?" The whore from the street grinned. "You have two words to expose to the right individuals. Just two words of the cowering glow below" Said a voice now behind Curiio. But this voice he had not heard since the start of this most baffling day. The Lukkan stood there, hooded and hunched, facing away from Curio. "Two words..." She snarled. "Yes, yes?!" Curiio said impatiently. "Wake... up.." The lukkan said.

With that, Curiio blinked to find himself laying in his bed, fully clothed and wreaking of sewage. It was still night, the moon's light was over his face, casting a crossed shadow from the window's frames. Within his hand was a small note, crumbled by his gripping sweaty palm. He stirred from his bed, raising the paper to the moonlight. Two words were inscribed in crimson blood, tribal symbols. Though unable to decipher them. He looked around his bedroom, perplexed and in that moment, he collapsed. Falling to the ground...

The Kray sat there, half listening to the Lukkan and the Magisto.. He was asked for his name but he did not care to give it, he was frustrated with the situation. "Tell me what you want?" He said in a rather snappy tone of voice as he looked straight at the Lukkan. He did not care to know about them or the Magisto, he wanted a way out of this place and back to the Kray.

He looked once to the Magisto and stood up straight, his full length rather impressive but cramped in this small cell, it was obviously not built for one like him. The frustration was building up slowly but surely in to a form of rage, till at a certain point he could not stand it any more. It was shortly after the Magisto finished his story. He stood up and smashed the wall, ripping open the doorway further. He did not attack the lukkan but as soon as he stood outside he looked up at the sky. It was different from the Kray area, the rift pulled in light and distorted the sky but here it was clear... Which meant he was far from the rift.

He looked at the guards whom now all had their weapons on the ready and had surrounded him. He could break out, he could smash them but they were the only ones whom would know where they were, who could tell if not them. He could force it out of them but if he was smart.. If he could last long enough without submitting to his rage he could even have them bring him back to a point or give some extensive directions.

All the friction of the metal had caused quite some heat on his body and he had absorbed this inside of him, if they tried anything he would point the heat at them.. These creatures seemed frail and they would probably be unable to handle the heat if they built such weak constructions.