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12:04:19

The exterior of Vigilance Tower was clouded with smoke, but Liberty Girl had something of a clue where BODICIA's core room was... the armoured glass on that floor was cracked from weapons fire...maybe it might give...if it was hit hard enough...

Libby summoned up the concentration she needed and wound up to her top flight speed...

Glass exploded into the corridor, shredding the flesh of the Malta engineers that were planting C4 around the door to BODICIA's outer chamber. Libby crashed through the glass and steel and barrelled into the others. She didn't see much - just lots of hard, cold, scarlet and black armour.

She lay in a heap amongst them, laughing at her luck in finding a breakable window...and groaning in pain. Her boots were streaked with dirt and blood, and her uniform was dyed almost purple with blood - hers as much as anyone's - but she was still, apparently, recognizable.

"Liberty Girl..." someone rasped. "Kill her! Now!"

12:04:59

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12:04:59
"Oh I don't think so" remarked a calm, detached voice as a figure in white appeared at the other end of the corridor and gestured with the glowing staff held aloft in one hand, the previosuly still air suddenly rushing down the corridor in an almost visible rippling wave of concussive force in the direction of the troops beginning to point their weapons in Linda's direction.

12:05:03

12:02:15

Michael was sat cross-legged in his sanctum with a long stave of polished wood on the floor in front of him, the glowing runes set into the carved stone floor providing the only illumination to the otherwise dark room. Centred as he was on the weave of magic he was crafting into the half-finished stave, it took him over a minute and a half to realise that several of the higher level wards he had erected at the tower in Skyway had been tripped, and more then tripped.

Grimacing slightly as the mental howl of one of the higher level wards broke through his concentration, he paused and followed the thread of magic connecting him to the ward back to it’s origin and his expression went grim as the events of the last minute unfolded.

‘So, they finally chose to move openly do they? About time, I was hoping I would get the chance to have a discussion with the gentlemen who tried to kill Zorielle and threatened my wife’

Rising to his feet, Michael spoke a single word and a wave of curling mist rose from the floor, clinging to his form and when it dissipated gone were the jeans and t-shirt he had been wearing and in their place was the set of long robes he had worn on the recent missions to the parallel dimension where the Unifier ruled. Gesturing at a stand in one corner of the dimly lit chamber, a rune carved staff rose from its resting place and whirled through the air towards him. Catching it in one hand he turned, fading from sight as he did so, already moving through space towards the place so many of his friends and colleagues called home.

12:02:59

Steven grabbed the knife-armed thug by the scruff of his shirt and slammed him into the brick wall to his left with an irritated curse. Why was it whenever he wanted to get anywhere in a hurry do the gang members come out of the woodwork?
Pausing, Steven glanced behind him at the groaning forms of what had 10 seconds ago been a pack of would-be-muggers and flashed a tight smile at the slightly shellshocked woman still clutching her handbag numbly as she stared at him.

"Dangerous neighbourhood miss, best be getting home hmm?"

Turning he resumed his sprint towards the cloud of dust rising from the impact site.

Sirius Clarke nods slightly as Pix speaks and clears his throat as she finishes before speaking, his eyes glowing with a purple sheen and his voice overlaid with that of the non-human half of his warshade bond.

"We find we must agree with the lady. Mistakes were made, some perhaps understandable given the nature of the opponent yet still mistakes none the less and, though we perhaps wish otherwise, we must also agree with finding him guilty of second degree murder and of aggravated assault.

However, based on the admissable evidence presented we do not believe him to be guilty of first degree murder, and as such find him innocent of this charge. Now on the matter of whether he had made arrangements to escape from custody should he be convicted, we feel it is not something which should have any bearing on our decision, merely the charges presented to the court and the relevent evidence to either support or deny those charges."

Sirius pauses before speaking again, this time solely in the voice of his non-human half "We recognise that the individual in question once was a recognised 'super-villian' but at the same time he had made attempts to make ammends for his past much as those like myself have....we were once Nictu and while we may have now chosen a different path we can never change or forget what we have done before we chose something different....it is my hope that, while he is found guilty of the relevent charges, as indeed he must if we are to prove that no-one can be above the law, at the same time he can be showed some quantity of mercy when sentence is passed."

Michael's eyes snapped open, the bedroom he and his wife shared lit only by the dim glow of the streetlamp outside filtering in under the curtains and the silence punctured only by his wife’s breathing and the soft ticking of the clock in the living room.

He knew instinctively something was wrong and it took several seconds for his conscious mind to identify the cause of that unshakeable knowledge; a pricking sensation, like static in the air before a thunderstorm seemed to cover the room and relaxing his mind he sensed that whatever this feeling of wrongness was, it covered an area of several city blocks.

“Mmmph” Michael felt his wife stir at his side and a few moments later her soft Irish voice broke the silence of the apartment, her accent thick and drowsy from sleep. “Michael...what is” she broke off and yawned once before continuing “what is it?”

“I’m not sure, can you feel that?”

“Your senses have always been sharper then mine, I don’t feel anyth….what IS that? It feels…” Michael felt his wife shudder suddenly as though she was suddenly cold “wrong”

“Figures” groaned Michael as he rolled out from under the covers and retrieved his glasses from the nightstand. “Remind me to have a long talk with whoever is responsible about considering the needs of others to a good night’s sleep.” Yawning, he then picked up a small Unity Vigil badge from the top drawer of the nightstand and tapped it once “BODICIA do we have any reports of unusual activity within the Founder’s area? I’m sensing some sort of disturbance but it would help if I had an idea who or what is behind it.”

“Good evening Michael, I am surprised to hear your voice at this hour”

“You and me both BODICIA, I swear the bad guys these days have no consideration for others”

“I think that comes with the job description” remarked BODICIA’s dry, electronic voice. “The only report I have is from a patrol car which reported some Circle of Thorns members heading into the hills behind the Founder’s district earlier this evening.”

“Figures it would be the circle. I swear some days it seems they are just out to irritate me” remarked Michael with his head inside the wardrobe as he fished out some clothes.

“I think the correct temporal verb would be nights but that is neither here nor there”

“BODICIA” came a muffled, slightly bemused voice from inside the closet.

“Yes Michael?”

“Please shut up”

“Do you really have to deal with this hun? I mean can’t you just come back to bed and leave it to someone else?” asked Moira, now sitting upright in bed and half wrapped in the duvet.

“Right now I can’t think of anything I’d like more but you know me Moira, I’ve got the whole…”

“Saving the world thing” finished his wife dryly “I know, believe me I know…” she yawned before stretching and brushing one of her bangs of red hair behind her ear. “You need some company?”

“Not really, go back to bed dear, this shouldn’t take too long”

“Not going to happen, I’m coming with you, if nothing else then to explain to these idiots how little I appreciate their little stunts stealing away my husband at an hour of the night that I’m fairly certain only exists to stop ‘last night’ and ‘tomorrow morning’ from bumping into one another”

“You sure honey? It’s been a while since you’ve done any magical duelling”

“Yes so stop trying to change my mind already. Go and stick the kettle on while I get dressed will you?” half-ordered Moira as she rolled out of bed and headed for the small ensuite bathroom.

“Yes dear…” murmured Michael as he moved towards the door connecting the bedroom to the kitchen/living area of their apartment “……I really hate it when they do this”

“What was that?”

“Nothing dear…..nothing at all”

The night air felt unnaturally still, even in the bowels of the caverns which formed a circle of thorns stronghold deep beneath the city. The large cavern was unadorned and empty except for a circle of softly glowing gold and purple runes engraved into the stone floor, potent runes of sealing and binding magic’s of a high order.
The glowing runes suddenly flared white and a thunderclap without sound split the still night air. An eldritch wind began to build in the chamber, circling faster and faster around the circle of runes until a funnel of grey and dust-filled air, like a miniature tornado, was focused on the space within the runes. Within the funnel a shape began to coalesce and rapidly took the form of a tall human-shaped figure.

At a gesture from the figure the swirling air flew outwards, a rippling circle of dust and small debris that pelted the walls of the chamber to reveal a slightly gaunt and haggard looking man dressed in a white hooded cloak with red markings. A single, croaky voice split the sudden silence of the chamber.

“Well that was…fun…let’s try and not do that again”

Snapping the fingers of his right hand the runes set into the floor, which had faded back into invisibility, flashed into visibility once more and then began to sparkle and dissipate, leaving behind unblemished rock as the figure turned and began heading towards the surface.


(I'm BAAAAAACK. (or at least i will be once the thing finishes downloading...2.4GB of files at less then 100kb/s....thats going to take a while) Figured i'd see how the new content is working out.)

*blinks* Thats.....complex (and I thought GW's Inquisitor rules were somewhat overinvolved)

Anyhow yes I (as might be expected as one of the GM's for the Uni of Liverpool RpSoc) am involved in several PnP games (including a "forgotten realms" D&D campaign which I DM) but as for gaming systems.....well theres all the usual ones (D&D, D20 modern, BESM, Exalted) as well as some more uncommon ones (Seventh Seal, BBSW (blame Evil Adam (another of our senior GM's and well deserving of his nom-de-guerre)),Seventh Sea (pirates - Yarr!) and I believe someone managed to locate a game system who's primary concept involved psychic japanese shcoolgirls and panties.....I seriously wonder about my sanity....)

heh, well due to a rising lack of available playtime I have decided to cancel my subscription. I just want to say thanks and goodbye to all those I've teamed with since I started playing shortly after the EU servers went live, I'd list names but quite frankly we'd be here all day so I'll settle for this: You know who you are, thank you.

Congrats Hiki....now to get Warlock out of the mid 30's rut he's been stuck in for the past couple of months....just as soon as these bleeding exams are over

depending on the condition I'm in following the inter-society paintball match on saturday I will attempt to bring White Warlock along for this one (cannot remember level at the mo somewhere between 35 and 36 iirc)as I want to do this TF.

Gratz Hellena, still remember teaming with you during my early days, guess I should probably get round to catching up, ah well another thing to add to the growing list

sorry to anyone who tunred up - had a powercut at 6 that lasted till about 10 minutes ago

Well given the mass carnage that accompanied last weeks TF run I figured we may as well take a run at Numina this evening if everyone involved is now within the level range (35-38). We'll need 4 members to run it and I'm planning on kicking it off around 6:30ish same as last week.

Anyone interested sign up below.

Sadly it's looking like i won't be able to make the convention as I have an exam on both the friday and the monday of that weekend.....

Ah well, I recall someone mentioning something about a manchester meet so I should hopefully be able to turn up for that one at any rate...

You know...I don't think i've ever seen an AV go down so fast.....good work all.....

sure, the more the merrier

Should probably mention that we need 7 members to run this TF...

Short notice I know but was wondering if anyone was interested in running through the manticore TF this evening. Level range is 30-35 and will probably take 3-4 hours depending on team numbers and composistion.

Will probably be starting around 6:30ish in Brickstown next to Manticore. Anyone interested please leave a note below including character and lvl.

oh, thanks for the offer Stef, may well take you up on it if I am able to go (as I said it is all exam dependant - knowing my luck the uni will stick them the week after the expo :S )

Well as I was unable to make the last one due to parents visiting that particular weekend I intend to try and get to this one (exams permitting as it's around exam time at uni iirc).
Still I expect I can find a train down to Bristol from Liverpool without too much trouble....

Okay, i have finally managed to get this monster typed up after several drafts and redrafts. Appologies for the time it took but exams kind of intervened in the creative process and what have you. Anyhow the events depicted below occured on the 18th of December last year. As you may notice the "Warcrow" effect as i am dubbing it has been corrected for. Anyway, without further ado here is the ending for the Kathryn story arc I was running around Galaxy Girl.

White Warlock glanced up at the dimly lit skyscraper in Founder’s Falls, the drizzling rain dripping off his cape to puddle on the floor around his feet. A crunch to his right drew his attention as Nevermore landed nearby and moved quickly to join Warlock in watching the entrance to the building which was currently being guarded by a pair of hulking men in black suits who were glaring menacingly at the few civilians out on the streets at the late hour.
“Well?” Warlock didn’t bother to elaborate, Nevermore know what was being asked.
“Zortel is two minutes away along with a detachment of Vortel units and she has Dr Temporis and the rest of the guardians with her. Are we expecting anyone else?”
“Yes, he should be arriving shortly…..I just hope my information is correct” Warlock keyed the com-unit built into the clasp of his cape opening com channels to each of the heroes involved in the operation “This is Warlock, in around five minutes we will be commencing an assault on a building we believe is occupied by one Alessios Antonias, a supposed investment banker who we believe is actually the head of a supernatural crime organisation that has been responsible for the abduction and murder of hundreds of magic users that we know of, amongst them my late wife and virtually all her extended blood family..
We are expecting moderate to heavy resistance from forces in place varying from a sizeable number of non-super powered individuals armed with conventional small arms up to and including several half-demons of varying ability. The most powerful of them, Koniriyam is believed to act as Alessios’s right hand and personal bodyguard. We will enter the building from the ground floor entrance and move upwards, clearing each level as we go with the Vortel units acting as rearguard.
Any questions?”
“Yeah, you weren’t planning on starting this little fracas without me were you?” came a deep welsh voice from the shadows off to the left as War Crow appeared from the shadows “Warlock, Nevermore….I trust we have something in place in case our target attempts to get away via helicopter or the like?”
“Yes I have something in place to cover that eventuality, you’ll understand if I don’t elaborate….”
“Warlock, signal from Zortel and the others, they are in position”
“Alright we may as well get started, I’d really hate to get up there and discover he’d gone for lunch….”

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The few guards stationed on the lower levels of the building were taken out in short order as the group of heroes hit the building like the incarnate from of the wrath of god leaving groups of groaning and unconscious mobsters sprawled in the corridors who vanished as the teleport beacons placed on them by the Vortel units were locked onto by the Ziggurats teleportation systems, which then yanked them through space to the comfort of their own private prison cells.
“5th floor clear” called Dr Temporis as the last few guards were slammed up against a corridor wall by a gravity wave so strong they left an indentation in the plaster before sliding down to the floor unconscious.
“Warlock, this is Ravensclaw, I’ve found what seems to be an elevator direct to the penthouse but it’s heavily guarded.”
“You heard him guys, lets go pay them a little call”
The elevator was located in a small annex leading off from one of the main rooms on the 5th floor. The annex itself was brightly lit, with the spot lamps reflecting from the black granite tiles set into the floor. The elevator door was guarded by a quartet of large men dressed in suits carrying what looked like ex-military assault rifles and a short man with deep black skin and ice blue eyes who didn’t seem to be carrying any overt weaponry. Concentrating Warlock created a bright burst of light just in front of the guards, half of whom dropped their guns as they clapped their hands to their dazzled eyes. As War Crow, Nevermore and Dark Stone barrelled down the corridor towards the stunned guards the blue-eyed man raised one arm and uttered something in an alien language and suddenly the charging heroes were sliding down the corridor on sheet ice. Dark Stone suddenly pitched himself forwards and launched off his feet colliding with one of the guards with a dull crump as his entire weight hit the guard’s collarbone, even from twenty feet away Warlock heard the crunch as it snapped.
Meanwhile War Crow ducked inside the aim of the guard who had the clarity of thought to raise his rifle and neatly sheared the gun in half with his katana before driving the hilt into the guard’s face causing the guy to go down clutching at his face in an attempt to stifle the blood flowing from his broken nose while an energy blast from Zortel ripped the third guard from his feet as he was grabbed in mid air by Ravensclaw who had emerged from behind a nearby statue and slammed him into the wall. Glancing to the right, Warlock saw Nevermore fighting with the blue-eyed half demon; the half-demon was matching trading blows with Nevermore’s claws with a summoned sword of solid ice and it appeared a even fight until Nevermore parried a blow with both sets of claws, shearing the sword in half and followed it up with a knife-handed blow to his opponents temple knocking him out cold.
The final guard assumed a boxing stance and threw a couple of ferocious jabs at Dark Stone who just trapped the guard’s forearm under his left armpit and brought his right hand around in a palm strike to the side of the guys outer elbow with enough force to bend the joint in a direction it was never meant to take; the guy dropped to the floor clutching at his now broken arm and staring up at Dark Stone with a look half between envy and sheer terror.
“And stay down” growled Dark Stone at the whimpering man.
Warlock stepped through the now rapidly melting ice with Sara Aegis, Zortel and Dr Temporis following close behind
“Well, that was efficient, Dark stop tormenting the poor guy”, Dark Stone who up until that point had been glaring ominously at the guard stopped and gave Warlock a totally transparent look of innocence.
“What?”
“Anyway as I was saying it looks like this elevator leads to the penthouse where our target most likely is. Dr Temporis, Dark Stone and Zortel, I want you to stay here and deal with any reinforcements that show up. Sara, Nevermore and War Crow, your with me.”

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The inside walls of the elevator were sheathed in black marble embossed with the letters EJA in gold in the middle of each wall. The elevator doors opened out into a large foyer floored in black granite with a single desk behind which sat a somewhat startled young secretary as she took in the four heroes stood in the lift.
“Um, can I help you?” asked the secretary in a slightly faltering voice
“Yes, we are here to see Mr Antonias” replies Warlock
“Do you have a prior appointment?”
“You could say that, he certainly has one with the city judiciary…..”
“Excuse me?” asked the secretary, losing all pretence at politeness “What do you mean? You…you aren’t here to arrest him are you?”
“Well we certainly aren’t here to deliver flowers that’s for certain” quipped Sara Aegis from off to one side
“I...um…I don’t suppose you could tell me what he has been accused of? I only just got this job yesterday and if I lose it I’ll be back out on the dole again…”
“Well we are here to arrest him for approximately 100 counts of conspiracy to commit murder, 30 counts of kidnapping, 12 counts of extortion, 3 counts of blackmail and several other charges that probably wouldn’t stick in a non-mage court. In short he is a bad bad man and you would probably do well to get as far away from here as possible as this is likely to get nasty if he refuses to come quietly.”
The secretary nodded numbly and made her way for the lift “Zortel, this is Warlock, we have a unarmed civilian on her way down the lift who will need getting clear”
“Understood, I’ll have one of the Vortel’s escort her down”
“Well people” said Warlock, gesturing at the steps leading to the next room “I do believe Mr Antonias is waiting for us, what do you say we go meet the nice gentleman? I’m sure we will have lots to discuss…..”
The steps curled upwards and arrived at a pair of large doors carrying a small plaque engraved with the name ‘A.Antonias’, Warlock didn’t even pause throwing the doors open and marching into the room beyond in which, behind a large mahogany desk, sat a middle aged man dressed in a grey suit flanked by a pair of large gentlemen in suits.
“Who on earth are you people? Janice? JANICE! Honestly you just CANNOT get the staff these days, just let anyone wonder in off the street……well she can kiss her job goodbye that I can tell you.”
“Alessios Antonias?” grated Warlock, cutting the man off in mid speech.
“Of all the rudeness, did you just cut me off in mid sentence? How dare you, and in my own office no-less. People today, no manners at all...”
“Answer my question, are you or are you not the man known as Alessios Antonias?”
“Yes I am, now what of it?” sneered the man
“In that case I am here, as a duly deputised member of the Paragon City police force as per article 12b of the second Citizen Crime Fighting Act and as a duly qualified and sanctioned member of the British Mages Council to place you under arrest for ordering the murder of Moira Brannigan and ordering the attempted abduction and murder of Kathryn Brannigan amongst other charges”
The man’s expression went flat “Fools” he spat “You truly think just four of you can take me here in my domain? You will regret your insolence for what little is left of your pitiful lives, Koniriyam, Esos, Metoth, get them!”
The two men stood behind him vaulted over the desk, once going for Sara while the other leapt at War crow.
Nevermore was about to go to War Crow’s aid when a deep voice coming from behind him stopped him dead. “Not yet little mortal, you are mine” chuckled a large shape. He spun to see an 8 foot tall giant dressed in archaic armour with dark blue skin, horns and carrying a huge sword just as the being swung the sword for his upper torso. The look of surprise on his opponents face when he leapt onto the sword blade and delivered a snap kick to his jaw was quite gratifying Nevermore felt.
“Hmm, you are fast little mortal” rumbled the giant “but that will not save you, you cannot dodge my sword forever”. As if to emphasize the point he lashed out with a lightening quick blow that caught Nevermore on his right shoulder, opening a small cut in his armour and causing a shallow wound into the flesh beneath. The giant sent another sword thrust at Nevermore which he parried with his left claws while he delivered a spinning backhand to the giants throat with his right, the claws of which skittered along the armoured collar of the giants armour but still cut deep enough to draw blood; it stood out bright red against the dark blue of his skin. Enraged the giant swung an overhand blow at Nevermore which Nevermore dodged, rolling forward past the giant’s right leg and delivering a fast slash to the back of his armoured knee as he did so, scoring the armour deeply.
“Impressive…..for a mortal. I shall almost regret killing you….” Grinned the half-demon as he stabbed downwards, opening a large gash along Nevermore’s left leg, the blood trickling down to pool around his foot.
Wincing, Nevermore straightened and snatched a throwing blade from his belt, throwing it in a smooth over arm motion that drove it deep through his opponents armour into his shoulder. His opponent just smiled as he reached over and calmly plucked the knife from where it was lodged in his shoulder “Just a flesh wound” chuckled the half demon, turning back to look at Nevermore, except Nevermore was no longer standing there. Glancing left and right Koniriyam could not see the black-cloaked hero anywhere, then he felt a sudden coldness as a pair of metallic claws punched through the armour on his lower back to bite deep into vulnerable flesh and as his legs gave out and he sank to the floor with a crash that shattered several floor tiles, Koniriyam’s last thoughts before he succumbed to unconsciousness were “Beaten by a mortal?.......”.

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While Nevermore, War Crow and Sara Aegis were embattled with Alessios’s bodyguards Warlock chased the man who had ordered his wife’s death through another door into a grand atrium, the walls of which were decorated with assorted shields of noble heraldry and at the centre of which stood a marble pillar upon which rested a small glowing crystal.
Alessios suddenly turned, snatching a rapier from a heraldic arrangement and slashed at Warlock, barely missing. Spinning away Warlock grabbed a rapier from another nearby arrangement and lunged for Alessios, a lunge driven by his hatred for the man who ordered the death of his wife. Had it connected nothing would have stopped it, instead Alessios scarcely managed to parry the thrust, the tip of the rapier opening a thin wound on his right cheek. Wiping his hand against the wound and glancing down at the blood on his fingers Alessios looked up at Warlock and snarled “You’ll pay for that, insolent boy”
“Drop the boy remarks okay? I’m almost as old as you are” snapped warlock as he parried a thrust aimed at his heart
“Ha, if only you knew, I am over 5000 years old fool, I am immortal and nothing you do will stop me achieving the divinity that is rightfully mine” laughed Alessios, his eyes glinting with barely suppressed madness.
“You will forgive me if I try of course” quipped Warlock as he continued to exchange thrusts and parry’s with the man.
“Hold onto that defiance little man; it will make crushing your soul so much more satisfying”
“Okay that’s it, I’ve had just about enough of your attitude” snapped Warlock as he stepped inside Alessios’s guard and smashed the hilt of his foil against his opponents jaw sending him sprawling to the floor. Warlock placed the tip of his rapier against his foes throat “Yield”
“NEVER” snarled Alessios as he flung a ball of magical force at Warlock that connected, knocking Warlock from his feet and sending him flying in the direction of the pillar at the centre of the room.
Cackling madly and obviously having slipped across the line into insanity Alessios began throwing balls of magical energy at Warlock causing him to duck behind the pillar for cover. One of the blasts struck the pillar causing the crystal orb sat atop it to roll off and onto Warlocks lap, grabbing it out of reflex Warlock was shocked when he felt soul energy and sentience pulsing through the orb, multiple sentience’s infact. Suddenly he felt a black pit open beneath him as he felt a soul trapped within he recognised immediately; his late wife Moira’s.
“Moira?”
“Michael, my love....please help us, we are bound to this crystal, I think…I think he is using us as some sort of magical battery thought I’m not sure for what.”
Probing the orb with his Magesight he felt it encompassed with a veritable web of enchantments all interwoven with one another and all but impossible to unravel and the magic needed to break them would most likely be immense.
Putting the sensations of his physical surroundings out of his mind, time itself seemed to slow to a crawl, and Warlock turned his thoughts outwards, feeling the link of magic that joined him to every living thing and flung himself into it. As always he felt the sheer joy and life inherent to the magic flowing through him, however this time he opened himself up to the magic father then he had ever gone before, became one with the magic and the magic became one with him. He felt himself reaching the limits of what a mortal could handle and survive and he gathered the strands of magic and focused it into a glimmering sphere of pure energy that he wrapped around the orb clutched in his hands, bathing the enchantment web in magic so strong that the spell-strands making up the soul web fell apart and merged with the magic swirling around him. Through the magic he felt the souls, previously trapped in the orb swirling free and moving to wherever they went after death.
“Found you”. The room suddenly sped up into motion as Warlock opened his eyes to see Alessios standing a couple of feet away from him. Alessios glanced at the now dull orb clutched in Warlock’s hand and screamed “What have you done you fool? You shall pay for your trespass”
“No”, the single word, spoken by a female voice with an Irish lilt seemed to echo through the very fabric of the room and Warlock felt rather then saw the magic hat had made up the soul-web suddenly condense and rush into Alessios, causing him to immolate in his own stolen magic. Outlined by the brilliant light of the magic consuming Alessios Warlock saw a shape take form from swirling sparkles of magic and saw a hand reach down towards him. He took it and rose to his feet to stare into the eyes of the formerly dead wife.
“Moira I…”
“Hush..no words…just us..” she said kissing him on the lips and smiled slightly at the tears now streaming openly down his face. “Always us…”
"I trust we aren't intruding" chuckled a welsh voice from over near the atrium's entrance and Warlock turned and he saw Nevermore, War Crow and Sara Aegis enter the room
“Alessios?” asked Nevermore, Warlock just gestured at the scorch marks and small pile of ash that marked the passing on Alessios Antonias.
“Well it cuts down on the forms I suppose” murmured Sara Aegis as Warlock and Moira walked back to join them and they turned, following the corridor back to the light.
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The apparent death of Alessios Antonias and the capture of his second in command, the half demon known as Koniriyam has effectively caused his organisation to fall apart.
Elements of his organisation located in southern Italy have been subsumed into the Mafia families while those many of those still in Paragon have sought employment within the confines of the Family.
No one knows for sure what Alessios had intended to do with the collective souls of those he had captured, despite extensive examination of the soul orb by a group of mages from both MAGI and the British Mages Council, with the possible exception of Moira and she’s not saying anything.

yeah, the 6pm run through would probably work out better for me as well tbh so I'll see you there then.

if you still have space I wouldn't mind getting in on this with my main as I've been meaning to do this TF (and coincidently clear this debt) for a while now.

Count me in.

Oh and jest, thats just the sheer amount of angst located in such a small area, it distorts space-time....at least i THINK thats what it does, i certianly seem to start lagging out whenever the angst gets unleashed around the GG statue, of course that could just be my rubbish connection

So, we decided on a time yet?