Open Season (Open RP)

High above the Throne Room on a small platform, sitting curled up as small as she possibly could, sat another hidden figure, that of Darkleaf..

She watched, wide eyed, as Elizabeth whirled on Ghost of Death ,and let out a small squeak of surprise as the vial of liquid seemed to turn Ghost of Death from ghost to something else. She quickly clamped a tiny hand over her mouth, hoping that she'd not been noticed.

As Elizabeth dragged Ghost of Death from the room Darkleaf cautiously descended on silent wings from her hiding place, following a little way behind the Countess, hoping not to be discovered.

"Damn my curiosity" she thought to herself....

Elizabeth walked down the corridors opening gate after gate... dragging Jemma behind her and completly ignoring whatever she said. Sometimes Jemma tripped and scraped her legs alongside the walls and floor. Leaving bloody marks.

Then they reached the ' play' room, as Elizabeth often called it. Upon entering the torches seemed to shine a bit brightly... and a cage above then became visible. A naked female in it bleeding out of large cuts in her arms. The girl blinked her eyes a few times because of the light... but didn't say anything. She couldn't as her tongue was already removed. Against the wall there sat a Longbow officer. His chains kept him docile. He had a heavy headwound and was unconcious.

Elizabeth chained Jemma to the wall just high enough that she could stand on her toes. Then started to ripp all the clothes of the body of her templar. " I have enough of people I trust thinking they can walk in and out of this Court as if no blood oath has been taken. It is time for a excample!"

And with that she grabbed a whip that was lying around and began hitting... not holding back.

The dark robed figure headed for the docks where she knew an Arachnos Submarine regularly took villians over to the isles to cause chaos. As luck would have it there was a group just about to get in to the sub. The robed figure stood at the back of the group hoping to slip aboard but was challenged.

"Oi... where do you think you were going?" one of the Villains asked.

"With you, I heard you were going over to Paragon and I want in" Eternity replied

"We are not sharing the loot with another" said one of the other villains

"Don't worry I do not want a share, I just want to get in on the chaos"

"Fine you can come"

Eternity climbed aboard the sub and took her seat waiting for the sub to set off as she waited she started to write a letter in elven.

"What yer writing?" a big well built man asked her.

"My diary entry" Eternity answered back

Suddenly the engines on the sub fired up and it lurched forward and she knew she was on her way.

Jemma had walked the earth for many years, between time traveling she had clocked up at least a few thousand years. And it had been so long since she was a physical entity within the world. She understood pain, that’s why she was always good at her 'job'. But it had been so long since she had felt it.

Jemma wanted to die; she was a shadow of her former self.

As each strike of the whip caused her to wail in agony, she eventually managed to mutter a sentence between her lashings.

"I took the Oath... I was restoring the Court..."

Jemma looked pathetic, she had no authority, no grace or self-control. As painful as the lashes were to her weak body, she knew there was something even worse.

After Adam and Jemma were married, she created a mind-link between then. Jemma had never used it before, but this was her last chance.

As Bathory continued to furiously lash at her body, blood spilling from her torso across the walls, Jemma spat some blood onto the Countess.

"You think you can get away with this?" She continued to wail as the whip slowly grazed deep into her flesh.

She had finally met her pain threshold. She knew she wouldn't last much longer, she had foreseen this - but she promised herself she wouldn't use her mind link... As much as it would torture Adam, it might help her.

Jemma continued to twitch and jerk in pain in her chains; she finally broke, awakening the mind-link.

Within a split second, she temporarily projected her thoughts, feelings and pain to Adam - while this happened; she had never felt so disappointed with herself.

Determined not to go down easily, she taunted the Countess.
"Is that-... All...?"

She thought to herself how pathetic she had become. Bathory had taken everything she spent her life creating away from her. She thought 'Bathory might as well just kill me now' - forgetting the mind-link.

Darkleaf follows silently behind Elizabeth and Ghost of Death, trying to stay out of sight. She'd already explored most of the Castle, including the dungeons, but she'd never seen anyone in there before... She glances up at the cage containing the woman, then at the unconscious longbow officer before returning her gaze to Elizabeth.

Finding a place to hide without being seen, she crouches down and watches with huge round eyes as Elizabeth chains Jemma to the wall and begins to punish her. Listening to Jemma's screams, Darkleaf smiles...

Adam was working late at night, goggles over his eyes and a blowtorch in his hand.
He was in a hidden room within the pocket dimension he had created so very long ago, a place for himself and others to go to be safe, a sanctuary, one only he could enter and as of recently, anyone with a Nghthunter amulet.
It had been his home for a very long time, keeping him hidden from the world until he caught up with his own timeline, away from the world and from the temptation of trying to change anything for the better. He had named it 'Storm HQ'

Ever since the battle of Steel Canyon he had been busy working on a secret project to aid against such an attack again, something he had decided to keep from the other Nighthunters just in case it didnt work out, or perhaps because of recent events he didnt feel like he was trusted that well anymore, he didnt like to think about it too much.

As he worked he heard a whisper, switching off his torch he looked around the room, on the table next to the wall lay his Nighthunter amulet, a way for them all to communicate, he'd decided to take it off just while he was working, he didnt really want to be disturbed but it was also to make sure it stayed safe and out of the way of his blow torch.
He heard a noise again, putting the torch down he walked to the opposite wall, placing his hand on it for a moment it began to shimmer like a pool of water, he walked through it, right into his library, turning around he watched the wall solidify again, he put his hand on it with a smile, knowing that no-one but him could enter it again.

He walked down the aisle of his library and came out into the main room, he decided to call out to see if anyone was around.
He waited a few moments but received no answer.

"Computer....is anyone else but myself around?"
The computer replied with a clear "Negative".
Adam became curious now, if there was no-one around then what was that noise? Maybe his project was buckling and what he heard was the metal work squeaking as it began to fall apart.

Adam turned around quickly only to receive a flash image of someone in pain.
He fell to his knees, whatever....whoever it was, was in horrific pain, for the briefest second he had not only seen it, but felt it.
Adam looked at his hands, they were shaking, no matter how hard he tried he couldnt get them to stop, for the first time in a long time, he was scared...no...terrified.

His body suddenly tensed, images flashed before his eyes, his body convulsed in pain as he fell flat on the floor, he didnt understand what was going on but at that point it didnt matter, he was being drowned in a flood of emotion.
After what felt like an eternity the images seemed to focus on the face of the tortured woman for a brief second, but that second lasted a lifetime, he saw his beloved wife, Jemma moore, the one who changed him for the better, all the good he did, everything he had been through, was for her.

Adam rose a bit higher, resting on his knees as the images continued rapidly flashing through his mind as his entire body kept shaking, his hands shook as he placed them over his chest.
The room began to shake, the walls crumbling around him, the trees in his garden started to rot as the library caught fire, burning the books contained within to ash.
Red light flashed throughout the base as the computer announced continuously.

"Emergency, Emergency, Structure failing, imminent destruction is assured, opening emergency portal, opening dimensional portal"

A portal in the middle of the room opened, sucking anything around it in, Adam didnt have the strength to fight against it and was sucked through it along with a chair, table and some lamps. He fell out somewhere in Steel Canyon in a ball, the table crashing to the ground, breaking into pieces as the lamps smashed on the ground.

The last of the images shot through Adams mind, at this point he was in serious pain, tears streaming down his eyes as he heard one last sentence that broke his heart.

"Bathory might as well just kill me now"

Adam stayed silent for a moment, his eyes were wide in shock at this statement, something his wife had thought, the strongest woman he had ever met, she had endured so much and yet now, she was at her end.

The sky suddenly darkened, lightning and thunder formed as the sky itself became angry.
Adam stood up, outstretching his arms he bellowed as the sky crashed with thunder, lightning streamed around him hitting the road, cars up and down the street and the buildings, explosions rocked the street and Adam continued to scream.

Adam grasped his head, something had finally snapped within him and he couldnt hold it back, looking to the sky a bolt of lightning hit him, electricity shot from his eyes into the sky, surging around his entire body he yelled a name, even among the Thunder and Lightning it could be heard for miles around, seemingly carried through the sky, along the clouds.

"JEEEEMMMAAAAAAA!!!"
The lightning around him turned black, his eyes burning a dark shadow through the sky, rage filled his very being at this point and he knew there was only one thing he could do to end it.
He raised his hand into the sky as a bolt of lightning struck the ground, in the split second that it hit the ground it was as if he had grabbed onto it and rocketed into the sky, using it as a way to travel.
He was now flying through the sky as fast as the lightning could carry him, dark clouds erupting, forming from nothing as he soared further and further towards his destination.

The Rogue Isles, Castle Bathory.

Eternity sat writing her attitude was grim. The sub came to a slow and started to rise. All the villains got ready and Eternity finished her letter signing it "Your Friend, Forever."

The hatch was opened and all the villains flooded out at the sounds of chaos filled the air outside. Eternity waited for a few moment before getting off the sub. The air got a little more quiet and she headed of towards the nearest Paragon Police Station.

Eternity hid in a little allyway and peaked around the corner. There was a small guard watching the enterance and she cursed. She saw an officer walking down the pavement towards the ally way and ducked back. As the officer drew level with the ally way she quickly grabbed him and pinned him up against the wall.

"Listen to me I am not here to harm anyone. I am here to deliver a message its a matter of life and death. Quickly take this to MAGI it needs to go to an elf named Morilanthi." Eternity said to the officer. Eternity let off a smoke grenade and vanished leaving the officer with her note and headed off back towards the sub.

++++++++Meanwhile In the Nighthunters base+++++

Misty hunter was in the small lab by the bases large generator making sure that the Generator was running smoothly while she was modifing her guns. She suddenly felt a twinge of great anger in the back of her mind for a moment she shook it way then realised why. She downed tools and headed off towards the source of the Anger... Her father

Rack Up passed across the rooftop, looking at the scorch marks the circle had left on it during their raid. Sighing he dropped onto a fire escape and climbed to the street below. His rifle was on his back and his stealth suit was on, though he hadnt bothered to activate it. The gangs were keeping a low profile while heroes and PPD were on high alert for Circle activity in Steel.

He heard a sound from a near by sewer entrance, a scream of a person in trouble. Entering the sewers, Rack Up followed the screams along the dirty pipeline, coming out in a large room. He walked up and along the railings, his stealth field activating as he stepped out, watching the seen below.

The council had a poor helpless woman, bound to what looked like an operating table, the dirty covered it, but the metal still shone slightly. The woman struggled as a council agent brought a machine close to her and activated it. "now we have you squidy, your gonna be very helpful to us arent ya?" said the lead member in a slimy, repulsive voice. "ofcourse she is, whether she wants to be or not! hahaha!" laughed a far more commanding voice, obviously the leader of the, now twelve council members.

Rack Up didnt wait to hear any more. He lept from the balcony and began firing as he dropped. Three of the council dogs fell as he hit the floor, and his web grenades brought down two more, tripping them over so they cracked their chins on the floor, knocking themselves cold. A second clip was emptied at the Council members, as Rack Up dodged bullets and energy blasts alike. He took down four more members, then followed that with his knife, bringing the other two down with swift combat fighting. The final guy looked from him to the victim, then laughed at the machine and shot the girl in the chest. Rack Up was watched as the girls chest exploded, the machine falling to te ground with a cracking noise.

Rack Up looked from the girl to her killer, then looked at him in horror. He was screaming. Rack's blood was pumping so loud he could barely hear it. The council member was in the grip of a large demon, smaller than the behemoths, but the heat coming from the beast was emence, and Rack dropped his gun as the metal became too hot to hold.

"so we meet again, Mr Micheal" said the Demon "you may not recognise me, but i recognise you".

"Who....who are you?" asked Rack Up, stuttering as he watched the council member's face start to burn and boil in the demons grip

"Me? My name is Korgash, but you can call me Death, for i have come to finish the job of taking away all you have" Replied the demon cooly, then it looked at the man in his hand. "oh dear, looks like he didnt last as long as your precious wife Micheal".

At that Rack Up got angry, this was the demon that had murdered his family, and he was gonna make it pay. He lifted his knife and looked at the demon, but it had gone. Then came a pain from his chest, and Rack Up looked down to see a monstrous sight. A glowing red and orange hand had burst from his chest, and was burning him from the inside out. He screamed in pain as Korgash retracted his hand, letting Rack Up's body drop to the floor. In a flash, Korgash was gone.

Rack Up looked at the muddy sewer floor, watched the water wash around his limp body, and saw a single flash, before darkness enveloped him.

Meanwhile in Brooklyn, New York...

Big Game's journey home had been an ordeal he didn't want to repeat soon. Things had started out bad when his smuggler of choice, Little Pete of the Wife's Envy, had been discovered murdered on his own vessel. Whether the young smuggler's death had been another in a string of murders designed to lure out Big Game wasn't certain, but it did force him to seek alternative transportation to New York. Deciding his own vessel to be too unreliable for the journey Big Game contracted another smuggler to get him into the US. However that too didn't exactly go to plan, and in the end Big Game found himself sailing the smuggler vessel while the corpses of the boat's traitorous crew floated in the water feeding the sharks.

Casually dressed, and Carrying a large military style kit bag, Big Game walked through the streets of the neighborhood he grew up in. Normally Brooklyn felt safe, a haven away from his life as Big Game, but now felt as imposing as the Isles thanks to Bathory's bounty, and a mystery hunter who knew far too much about his personal life. Giving the occasional nervous glance about him, he climbed a few concrete steps to a weather worn orange painted door. After giving a few loud knocks on the door itself Big Game waited a moment or two before the door creaked open...

"ANTONIO! My beautiful bambino! It'sa been far too long. I'ma so glad my son has managed to drag himself away from the Nature Reserve to visit his poor Ol'Mama."

Big Game looked down at the excited small dumpy Italian woman who'd answered the door and hoisted her up into his arms giving her a warm hug.

"I'm sorry Mama, but somebody has to protect the animals." Big Game hated lying to his mother but knew if she ever knew the truth about his hedonistic, violent criminal lifestyle it would devastate her. "Let's not worry about that now let's go inside, catch up, and maybe even have some of your fantastic home cooking."

"Ahhh! Antonio misses his Mama's cooking. Don't worry about a thing I'l get straight into the kitchen."

Big Game gave a warm smile and stepped into his house behind his Mother. As he pushed the door closed he scanned the neighborhood. Somewhere out there was a killer who'd already demonstrated they'd have no problem murdering anybody close to him to get his attention. Seeing as they'd already killed people that were normally secret parts of his life he had no doubt they knew about his mother. He only hoped that by delivering himself he could draw out the killer, and save his beloved Mother...

Misty started flying as fast as she could but she could not keep up with her father. She suddenly realised where he was going and tried something she had been able to do but never had to. She concentrated and was bathed an golden glow as she slowly vanished.

At the side of the black lightning a fast flying golden orb appeared. Misty knew her father was in there somewhere and she had to stop him to ask why he was headed to the Rogue Isles in that state. She flew in front of the lightning and appeared as herself and shouted "Stop! Why are you heading to the isles?" She folded her arms and watched the approaching Lightning. She was half wondering if her father would stop or strike her out the sky. Misty held her ground and waited.

Adam saw his daughter appear before him in the blink of an eye, yet the visons still ran through his mind as did the unbearable pain his wife was still going through at this very moment.

The dark lightning seemed to crash against an invisible wall merely a few metres from Misty, as it did the sky seemed to erupt in flames, a wall of dark fire and lightning filling the skies as a a huge pair of blood red eyes formed in the middle of the chaos in the sky.
The flames and lightning seemed to hold in place as a voice spoke from the clouds.

"ALEXIA!! you shouldnt have come...YOU SHOULDNT HAVE COME!!"
The pain of the visons was still coursing through Adams body, he couldnt think straight, he had lost his reason and knew of only one target, Countess Bathory.

The voice boomed through the heavens again as the black mass of lightning and fire ripped through the sky nearly surrounding Misty.
"THIS IS MINE AND MINE ALONE, NOTHING WILL STOP ME!!"

The eyes seemed to tear apart as the mass of clouds circled behind Misty and rocketed through the sky again, heading towards its destination.
A few minutes late it reached the skies of Cap Au Diable, the City where Castle Bathory was constructed.

Adam shot down from the sky in a mass of black lightning, the ground beneath him erupted forming a crater where he stood.
Climbing out he seemed to calmy walk towards the castle, the few bystanders who had seen his landing ran screaming in fear at what they thought was the towns newest villain.
Adam reached his destination, his eyes burning with dark electricity, he slowly rose into the air, extending his arm upwards a bolt of lightning fired at the castle.

He didnt know whether the lightning would hit a magical barrier or whether it would destroy a part of the building, he didnt care, he wasnt trying to destroy the castle at all.
He was simply knocking.

Lucard smiled as he watched Jemma Moore's torturing, even if he had to do it Phased out and hidden so Elizabeth didnt know it. He grinned delightedly, he hated the Ghost of Death and her 'im better than you' attitude, and loved the fact that this was where it had brought her, on her knees, all but begging for her life. Lucard knew that Jemma was likely to do the 'right' thing and torture the officer, but just incase, he was ready to send the woman to hell with a single bullet if need be. Silently, he watched on.

Misty realised there was only one thing alone that could of sent Adam in to such a rage and she realised she was unarmed and near the isles. She concentrated and winked out the sky and appeared in some old an dusty abandoned wearhouse. She smiled and pulled at a nearby dustsheet and uncovered a large and heavly armed robot. Misty pulled five more dust sheets off and checked all the robots before seeing if they would activate. "Looks like I will be using some old tricks." Alexia thought to herself as each one of the robots sparked into life and started to move awaiting her next command.
Alexia vanished into thin air again and her robots stood straight and activated the rockets she had installed on them. Each robot took off and made a hole in the roof of the wearhouse and set thier course for Cap Au Diable and Castle Bathory.

++++Meanwhile Somewhere in Paragon City++++

Morilanthi was playing his flute when some one step towards him. Morilanthi senced the person was there. "Hello, Can I help you?" Morilanthi said looking straight at the person with his bandaged eyes. "I am from MAGI, We recivied a message for you from an unknown person wearing dark green robes. Do you want the message" The MAGI agent replied. "Certainly" Morilanthi said. The MAGI agent handed over the letter and when he touched the seal on the back the letter opened its self and started to speak in wood elven...

Morilanthi, I hope this letter reaches you in time.

The Countess has just poured something over Jemma and made her temporarly human so she can be punished. I do not know what the Countess has in mind but it can not be pleasent. Beware the Countess is expecting an attack from the Nighthunters and I am wondering if this is why. A Man named Erez'zul and General Darkheart have been put incharge of defending the castle.

I will keep an eye on Jemma and try to keep her strong

Your Friend, Forever

The writing on the letter faded away and was gone.

Knowing that there was no time to waste, Moril took hold of his amulet and sent a direct thought to Pious.

After he had sent that thought, he brought out his device he had received from the Vanguard. He pressed a button on it and a green light engulfed Morilanthi and as soon as the light faded away, he stood there in his nighthunter armor with his sword hanging by his waist.

Then he began to move out.

Jemma slowly picked herself up, her body covered in specks of blood. When she finally stood up, she thought to herself how long it had been since she used her magic as a human, and how that ended up killing her in the first place…

The only feature Jemma had on her body that didn’t look broken was her beautiful green eyes. The looked much duller than normal, but they maintained a small expression of hope. However she very much doubted anyone that could have seen her would have recognised her eyes; ever since she died, her eyes had been completely white, without pupils.

It had only taken another few moments before Jemma had created a ‘gun’ shape with her right hand. She had aimed her index finger directly at the Longbow agent. She knew how things worked in the Court; she was smarter than to disobey the very women she has been protecting for the last four years.

After giving the Longbow agent a ‘sorry’ look, from her index finger a funnel of dark energy grew. At first a few wisps of energy touched the Longbow agent. Jemma knew she was weak, but she also knew the Countess knew how quickly Jemma could recover.

After a few moments the Longbows body began to whither away to nothing more than a skeleton, as the once wisps turned to long flowing tendrils, as the agent slowly died, his pleas and begs broke her heart, she fought hard to hold back the tears that were beginning to show in the corners of her eyes.

Jemma slowly turned to the Countess, she looked a little more stable now, she remained silent, and however for a split second a haze of purple gas appeared around her. However it disappeared as quickly as it appeared, looking almost as if it had moved away from her. She knew the Countess would understand this was electroplasm.

“Countess… This won’t hurt…”

Jemma created another funnel between herself and the Countess, and true to her word, it did not hurt her. She was merely leeching some energy from the Countess, Jemma knew through all The Countess had done to her, she wouldn’t condemn her of a quick recovery, if she was to remain loyal.

By the time she closed the funnel, Jemma kneeled to the Countess, on one knee, she remembered how the Countess use to like it when she would do this. However as Jemma had now recovered some of her power, she was more than aware of other presences within the room, and she was ready to begin restoring the fear and hatred she spend so long instilling within the other members of the Court.

Jemma stood emotionless for a few moments, before raising her voice loud enough for everyone in the room to hear her.

“Bathory, wrong potion…” Jemma looked at her, completely mortified by what she said, and what the Countess had done.

Jemma turned her head to her right, as the purple electroplasm reappeared, this time it was not surrounding Jemma’s body, it was now standing side by side with her, and after a few moments a ghostly figure appeared.

Jemma was so shocked she didn’t react, however the Ghost quickly through a torrent towards her, knocking her fragile human off her feet.

Ghost was back…

“Dispose of the body, I’m sure you’ve tainted my image enough, Bathory.” The Ghost sneered at Bathory, while looking disgusted at Jemma as she slowly picked herself up.

The flames that lit the room began to flicker, as the Ghost hovered off the ground, eyeing up Jemma’s expression of shock and fear.

Jemma didn’t even get a chance to pick herself off the ground before screaming, at the top of her lungs “ADAM!”

The Ghost peered up from Jemma for a moment, looking slightly worried.

Sword stepped into the torture room. He looked over the scene, not showing a single sign of emotion. "Countess, it seems the Nighthunters have launched their assult against us, the one known as Adam is above the castle, wielding lightning against us" he said calmly, drawing both swords. "I will deal with him, you should escape to safety while you can" he said, turning to walk away.

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Lucard stepped forward and smiled down at Jemma. "what a perfetic sight, needing your husband to come and claim you from us?" he said, a dark and evil tone in his voice "do you think you will escape us now we have no use for you?". He looked at Ghost and smiled politely before giving a small bow and saying "Good evening Ma'am"

Darkleaf shrank back against the wall, trying to stay out of sight whilst still looking down on Ghost of Death, Jemma, Lucard and Elizabeth.

She looked from Ghost of Death to Jemma and back again, thinking to herself, "Hmm... It looks like I'm going to be needing that high powered hoover thing after all...."

Elizabeth had stood and watched the events happen before her. Her mind working as fast as it could. She realised something had splitted the Ghost of Death... but into what? Obviously the part that hovered up had all her ghostly powers.

"Lucard... stop taunting and get the defenses in order. Marie will help arouse the army of undead. Vladimir will strenghten my dark shield. Find Jack... he must arouse the pack! Sword... be careful with Adam but stop him if you can!", she looked around without seeyng Darkleaf. "Dryad! I know you are here... I know you have been watching! Get me Shannon..! I want the Banshee here..."

Then she went on one knee looking the human looking Jemma Moore in the eyes. "If you are loyal to me you can prove it now... you find clothes and armor in your old room! Go!"

Morilanthi was running at high speed through what seems to be a well lit cavern tunnel.

"I will have to apologize later, as there was no time to explain myself." He thought to himself as he was nearing his destination.


Earlier at the Midnighter Club in Steel Canyon.

"I will be taking these scrolls to Azuria, Frank." A midnighter said to his colleague as he was walking towards the door. Suddenly the door flew open, hitting the large bundle of scrolls and sent them flying.

Morilanthi ignored the man's shouts as he made his way towards the caves that connected the Midnighter Club with the others.

The Ghost of Death stepped forward, in front of Jemma and spoke directly to the Countess.

"I told you, she will only make me weak, either you kill her now or I will." - The Ghost of Death was simply as heartless as always, she took pity on the human that had been torn from her existance.

Jemma looked at the Countess, before running off to her room, getting dressed as quickly as she could, however by the time she got there the Ghost was waiting as Jemma was ready to leave her room.

"Stay here... You'll never change, -you- took the Oath, not me." Jemma said, with a glint of her old personality beginning to shine through.

"You think I'll let you get away?" The Ghost quickly replied.

"If Adam is here, he won't let you touch me, besides, now your not part of me, I know how to get rid of you." Jemma said with a familiar evil smirk.

Before Jemma could leave, the Ghost created a dark-hole beneath her, causing Jemma to fall through the ground.

They both landed in the entrance hall.

"I'll wait until he gets in, then I'll kill you." The Ghost spoke exactly how she always did, calm, emotionless and cruel.

Lucard sighed as he watched Jemma run to her room, then turned and walked through the wall. He headed up to the main hall in time to watch Ghost and Jemma appear. "if i were you, waiting isnt something i would do. Hatred and vengence will get you killed, just kill the girl and be free of her for ever" he said sneering, looking up at the ceiling.

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Blade was already hurtling towards the Castle. Morilanthi's message and Pious's call was a clear sign to end this war. Moving as fast as he could, Blade's corrander armour started to glow alittle as he air friction heated it up. He hoped he could make it before Storm did something he would regret.

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Blood was roused and ready for battle before anyone came to see him, but he was stalking the dungeons, incase any of the Nighthunters tried to come in that way, once he learn why his sleep had been disturbed by the strange noises coming from the castle itself.