OOC: :rmage: DUN DUN DUNNN!
But seriously, who decides what's about to come out?

Deamon smirked at Killith. The blade came right for Deamon's head. Inches before it made contact, the axe stopped. Deamon was holding it with two fingers, smiling at the now terrified bandit. "Boo."

As if on cue, Deamon said 'Boo' exactly when Ripel turned the key. A large, black light errupted from the keyhole, causing an invisible explosion of energy, blowing Ripel back.

The light continued, blinding everyone on the battle field, save Deamon and Black. The large, rusty gates on the cliff slowly creaked open. A familiar black light emited from the small crack in the gate. Loud growls and snarls were heard from inside.

A large, clawed hand shot out from the crack. It grabbed onto the edge of the gate, trying to force it open. All sorts of hands, tenticles, feet, and any other type of limbs came from the door, forcing it open.

Once everyone was getting their sight back, a large black creature came out of the gate. It was covered in spikes, huge teeth to large for it's mouth, it's acidic drool burning the ground. It slowly turned it heads completely sideways, laughing evilly. Many more demonic creatures poured from the gate.

Killith was still shocked when Deamon tore the axe from his hand. Grabbing onto his head, Deamon forced the bandit to his knees. "Bow." He said in a newly obtained evil voice. As he said that, black electricty sparked all over from Killith, his mind being taken over my Deamon. When he was done, Killith fell over, his body smoking.

Deamon smiled, and turned to the demons coming from the gate, hundreds of them and still more. "Go have some fun." He pointed towards the bandits and the refugees. With large battle cries, snarls, growls, and roars, the demons charged the humans.

OOC: Deamon, demon. Who didn't see this coming?

OOC: Heh heh heh.

(OOC: nice post IHMN, it actually was freaky. ^^ )

Kairi spun around, about to attack what had run into her, "Marche? What are you doing here?" But before he could answer.... all hell broke loose...

Kairi watched with wide eyes, stepping inbetween Marche and the demons that had somehow appeared, "What.... the hell..." She fought the quickly rising terror that was attempting to take over her senses.

(OOC: how are we gonna make it through this one? ^^;; )

OOC: To live, you run. You run like hell. And you do not stop running.

OOC: AAAAAHHHH!!! That's the last time I trust someone named Deamon... (And seriously, if you didn't see a connection coming, just leave now.)
And Ciaran, I think with an insane Dante, and an army of demons coming, your last problem is going to be Dezil...

Dezil saw the gates open and a blackness washed over the battlefield. Suddenly, when his vision returned, huge black monstrosities had appeared, and were advancing on the bandits and refugees. Everyone was on the verge of panic, accept Deamon, who stood triumphant as the demons approached. Dezil quickly kneeled and prayed, "Okay, I may not be as religious as I should be, but I have always tried to do right, so please let me survive this!" He then got back up and said, "Well, it's time to... RUN!" Dezil saw the triumphant Deamon still there, and fired one shot from his rifle, dead on he hoped, but immediatly jumped down and ran. He made his way across a sea of stunned faces, and shouted, "If you value your lives, RUN!" Dezil then ran as fast as he could towards where Zero and the cart were, knowing it would be his only chance of outrunning the monster.

OOC: Might I suggest, RUNNING REALLY FAST! RUN LIKE THE DEMONS OF HELL ARE AFTER YOU, BECAUSE THEY ARE!

OOC: Don't say people die, just say people run. I made up a random thing that will prevent you all from dieing, but allow you to get away.

OOC: Um, I didn't say anyone died, basically Dezil just told everyone to run, and is also running away. If you mean the remark "Dead On", that means direct hit, as in, he wants to get Deamon because he thinks he has lead them all to their deaths. Of course, even if he hit, Deamon will most likely survive.

OOC: No, I mean for everyone when they make their running away post. I can see kyrlo saying some of the bandits die, but then that would conflict with the thing I am going to do to prevent you from dieing (Cause you all out running hundreds of demons doesn't seem right). Yours was fine (And yes, I was planning on the bullet just kinda bouncing off him)

Everyone turned and ran, sides and alliances didn't matter anymore, it was a mad frenzy for your life. Kairi's legs stood frozen, it was so surreal....

While on their mad frezy out, somebody ran into Kairi, knocking her out of her daze. Finally able to control herself, she scooped Marche up in one arm, then made an all out dash for her chocobo.

It was madness! She lost track of what she was doing, she was running completely on instincts now. She lost sense of time, all that mattered was getting away, protecting Marche; all she heard was the pounding of her feet... or was that her heart?

Just a little farther.... a little farther.....

As Dezil ran, he saw the cart again, sicne the fog had vanished when the darkness happened. Dezil yelled, "Zero!", and the cart began to move back. Dezil quickly jumped up, pulled the machine chest off of Zero, and said, "Alright, Zero, there is an army of demons from the blackest pit of hell chasing us, so run like you've never run before, got it?!"

Zero took one look back, and in a split second with a paniced *Wark!*, Zero began to get the cart moving. Dezil made his way back with his rifle, quickly equipping the magic parts back on, popping in Thundara again, and charging it. He yelled, "Anyone that needs to escape, run here!" Dezil carefully helpd the few wounded move, and suddenly a group of both good mages and bandits jumped in the cart. One bandit said, "Get this thing moving!" One second later, staring down the barrel of Dezil's gun, Dezil said, "We wait for any more in need, got it?" The bandit nodded, agreeing out of desperation, and Dezil ran to the back, calling anyone else over that needed help, having his gun ready for any demon problems.

ooc-Heh, Ripel just is making all the right choices.

Oh...damn.

Once again he messed up, yet for some reason he couldn't help but not feel unsurprised. Part of him knew that this was going to happen, and it was probably that same part that had kept him from seeing the truth.

Deamon.... "DAMN YOU!!!"

Indirectly it was his fault, he knew that. However, Deamon was the direct cause of this, and now he was unleashing the demons just summoned onto everyone. Played again...however, I won't let you get away with it. I WON'T!

By some miracle he landed by the others, and the closest one being Blyr, he turned to him. "Get everyone, bandit or refugee, away from this place. Please..."

Standing up, he brushed himself off, his whole body shaking. He knew what was about to happen, he had seen his father go through the same thing. Right now, he could no longer control himself, and it was all he could do to talk coherently.

"Run to Preos, all of you, and take Boco for me. There were no reinforcements, I can see that now. So, you all run there, it will be the safest place. Convince that dick Ciaran to join us if you can.

"As much as I'll hate to admit it later on, I can only stall them, and I don't know if...anyway, this man, Deamon, is no ordinary person. We'll need Ciaran's help.

"Hurry, run, make sure everyone escapes, or else my nothingness will swallow all of you."

OOC: Never mind, we get corny way to escape over anti-climantic (sp?)

ooc-Well, I simply wanted to get my character to disappear for a while. As you all know, I'll be gone for a few days, so it would be bad for everyone to be waiting for me. Plus, I felt that this would be the easiest way to introduce the Morpher abities.

The bandits were, for the most part, running like the bats of hell were on them. Mainly because the bats of hell were on them... as well as the dogs of hell... the snakes of hell... the cats of hell... and even a few giraffes of hell. A few, however, more humane bandits took the time to scoop up the random refugee child, or to stop and protect someone who had tripped for just a second. They weren't all heartless... not at a time like this at least. It was obvious that if they were going to survive, everyone was going to need to cooperate.

Kairi finally made it to where she and Marche had left their chocobos. Unfortunately, in all of the chaos, somebody had stolen her chocobo and all that was left was Marche's.

Her first priority was Marche's safety, and she knew she could run much faster and for a longer time than Marche could, so she threw him up on the chocobo, ignoring all of his protests, "Do not come back for me." She instructed forcefully, then sent it off running along to safety with Marche with it. The chocobo was faster, but Kairi hadn't trained to be a dragoon all her life for nothing. She was thankful for all of the years of training, they were finally paying off. She kept running as fast as she could, helping other weaker ones along the way. First thing was first, get to safety, then she could worry about finding the others.


(OOC: I never get to do the heroic thing very often, so don't accuse me of being melodramatic... I don't get to be heroic very often.
Everybody will meet up in Preos, right?)

After helping in more mages and bandits, one of the mages told Dezil about the new plan. "Alright, the cart is full, time to go. Let's get out of here Zero!"

At the front of the cart, Zero doubled his pace. The now heavily loaded cart was beginning to pose a problem, but Dezil could deal with that later. The cart took off as past as possible, onwards to the city of Preos.

OOC: I'll do my thing anyway...

IC:
The humans screams of terror were quickly brought down by the fangs of demons, being torn apart limb by limb, slowly eaten alive.

That is how it should have been...

Deamon watched as every demon who came from the netherworld gate quickly ran for shade. The netherworld had no sun, just extremely small amounts of artifical light. The sun was still slightly up, even though it was sunset. This small amount of light was enough to burn the skin on the demons. Even the moon light was burning them.

Havin been in the human world for years, Deamon had completely forgotten about this problem when he first left the netherworld.

OOC: I know it's sunset, but the sun is still barely there, and the moon...

OOC: ... Okay, that was just sad... Ecurt, post faster in the future...

OOC: Yes, I told you it would be. I prefer this then "The demons just got bored and decided to not kill the humans". That, and I forgot it was sunset... I was thinking it was day when I came up with it.

OOC: You could have given them short attention spans, and before they mauled the humans, they noticed all the shiny weapons laying around from the battle, and became far more worried about collecting all the shiny stuff before they worried about eating any humans.

OOC: I rather have a pathetic, but curable, army over a stupid one.

Blyr saw Ripel leave, possibly to his doom. I almost can't bear seeing my best friend go...but I have a job to do. It'll be up to me to round everyone up at Preos, I guess....

Blyr whistled, and Toc rushed to his aid, Boco not far behind him. Blyr leaped in the air and landed on his still-in-motion chocobo, and rode off, following the others.

Curse that demon...I don't care if he helped us in the past, but he tricked Ripel into unleashing the worst of chaos. If Ripel dies, I'm going to make him pay...

ooc-Bleh...I was waiting for Mr. V to respond...oh well. The sunshine thing will actually help keep us alive.

Ripel blinked. "Okay...that was..yeah.

"I should run now."

OOC: He forced Ripel to unleash the worst of chaos... Ripel running! Oh the humanity not that!
Sorry, but IHMN's post seems to have caused a cascade effect for other posts for anti-climacticness...

OOC: He could have either told me to get rid of it, or just do his big attack thingy... I didn't force him to change what he was going to do.

[OOC:] My first chance for a total melee, and I miss out due to my bro's obsession with WarCraft 3...blarg. I couldn't do much else. So, who's gonna be temporary 'leader' while Ripel's gone? /OOC

(ooc: Although I probably don't really count... I vote Blyr/Dezil. Blyr just seems like... he would take the lead, and Dezil knows his way about Preos, which is where they're heading.)

OOC: In true omake fashion... Not it! I say you, since you've been a good guy the longest, and we haven't heard from SS or LWM in a while now...

EDIT: Dezil can help out, since like krylo said, he would know the city, but he won't be the "leader".

OOC: kyrlo, next time you post with Ciaran, try and bring in Cecil (Human/demon minion of Deamon) to do something bad to Ciaran... You can kill him atferwards if you like.

(OOC: Like have him attack Ciaran, and pull out a nice little sword duel in which we actually get to see Ciaran in a fight? Or were you thinking something a bit less obvious? ...Either way, I assume if he gets killed Ciaran will know there's some demons walking about.)

OOC: Possibly have him sabatoge your death field or something, then Ciaran dispatches of him. I would prefer if he actually did something harmfully. He doesn't need to though.

(OOC: ...Actually... that's... beautiful. I can think of how he could sabotage it in a way to give a very interesting post. It'll just have to happen before the heros get to Preos...)

ooc-Indeed. BTW, just as you all assumed, Ripel is not going to be there (By the time he realizes he has to do shit, the others are long gone. And there is no way he could handle Deamon at his level). However, Redael will be.

ooc-How about Co-Leadership? Dezil, Kilith (Sorta, I don't know how that would work out), and Blyr? Those three all have had experience in leadership...I believe.

ooc-As for sabatoge..that would be perfect. It would give reason for Ciaran to just not kill the heroes as soon as they see them.

(OOC: Deamon finished off Killith just as you opened the gate, I believe...)

ooc-Okay, a little change, make that co-leadership between Dezil and Ark.

ooc-Stupid me. Oh well...bleh.

OOC: One last time, to clarify, do you mean me Dezil and Blyr, since we haven't seen/heard from Ark in quite a while (Where is SS at, does anyone know?)?

OOC: I'm pretty sure that's what he means... and tomorrow is going to be really cool. I promise.

Naras looks up in time to see a bandit begin to bring his sword down upon him, ending his life, but the bright light from the gate blinded everyone, save Daemon and Black, and saves Naras.

Or so he thought. The next thing he knew, hordes of demons were pouring through the gate, and if the bandits had been bad...the demons would be ten times worse. He turns back and watches his attacker running away, stricken with panic, dropping his sword in his haste. He grits his teeth and snaps the arrow's shaft off, then removes the head from his stomach and stands.

He turns around and faces the demon hordes running after them, then removes a potion and pours it over his stomach without looking down, healing his wound to full. He drops the bottle and watches as Ripel say something to Blyr, then face the demons and prepare to do something. He himself also walks forward, straight into the horde, and raises his arms to the sky, looking up into the cloud of demons. Mystic chanting comes from his mouth as they draw nearer and nearer, increasing in volume by the word.

He shuts his eyes and concentrates hard, ignoring the ever louder cries of black death approaching, and finally he finishes his chanting just when the noise drowns out his voice and opens his eyes, staring into the cloud of demons still approaching. Suddenly a storm of chocobos bursts from the forest, running after each and every refugee and scooping them up easily by ducking their heads and bucking, then running off at top speed. For Naras' sake a whitewash of wind scoops him up, carrying him off in a mist of air and depositing him onto a chocobo near the head.

It's then that something really odd happens...the demons run for cover, cowering from the rather miniscule light coming down. Naras turns back and watches this, profoundly puzzled. "That is...strange..."

But if that wasn't weird enough, all of the chocobos suddenly sprout wings and take to the air, moving twice as fast as they had on the ground. Naras looks down, astonished, and nods his head, speaking to his Spirits. "Well...you certainly are...creative..."

However, there's one person left behind, since he'd disappeared in the cloud of demons and left Naras to assume that he wouldn't be coming along: Ripel. He doesn't seem to be in any immediate trouble, however. At least, not too much trouble.

(( My original idea was to have them all be whisked away on a huge bird of air, summoned up from bird spirits. But... So I went and added mystical, temporary wings to their rides...

*explodes* x.X I don't even know what I'm doing anymore...all stones in this direction, please. I'll delete this post if it went too far; just drop me a line. x.x ))

OOC: last I knew, he was doing some sort of student exchange thing and he's alllll the way on the other side of Canada than he normally is.... so..... But I'm not sure how long he'll be gone... He didn't mention anything to the group, so I'm hoping it's not TOO long.

[OOC:] So the mantle of leadership falls upon Blyr and Dezil. That answers my question. So, if SS is out of the action for a while, and LWM in the same situation (I think she's on vacation), we'll either have to have their characters in 'stasis' or control them ourselves. I hope they don't mind... [/OOC]

The Scripture of the One-Handed Maiden

Once, there was a maiden...
... who struck an iron wall until it shattered her hand.
She did not stop, though cracks spread throughout her bones.
She did not stop, though blood sprayed her eyes.
She did not stop until she shattered the wall.

"Survival is fury", she said.

******

"Abby? Abby! What's wrong?"

"Abigail! Are you alright?"

"No... I just felt a great disturbance in the ether. Something... big just happened. I have a feeling that life as we know it is not going to be the same again..."

******

At the city gates, the sentries were already training rifles on the man who ignored all their hails and kept walking toward the cities despite their warnings. Then, when the reports from a survivor of the Magitek unit filtered into N'Revat Armored Corps, the order was given - kill the subject on sight.

They fired. The rounds impacted harmlessly off an invisible shield barely inches from Dante's face. Then he looked back up at them, and they died, frozen instantly into statues by sub-zero tempratures, then shattered a split second later by a massive sonic boom that shook the city. He did not walk through the gates, he walked over them, blasting them off their hinges with multiple lances of earth energy and disintegrating the pieces before they could touch the ground. The citizens first stared at him in dumbfounded horror before he tossed a bystander into a nearby wall with casual, brutal ease. That seemed to snap them out of their catatonia, and they ran, screaming bloody murder even as the anti-wizard quick-response force rushed
to counter the insurgent. Instantly, Dante was overlapped by multiple antimagic fields. The riflemen advanced, their mastery of the capturing drill evident in their quick, clipped maneuvers.

Then, they slowed. He wasn't behaving like the others. Normal wizards would have cursed, spluttered, and eventually given in once they realized that they were unable to cast in the field.

Not Dante. He remained upright, fists clenched. In his mind's eye, the Power was distant, blocked, as though something were preventing him from tapping it. Six walls, each a nothingness thick, but enough to block him from touching the Power.

Each one a shield. Like Bandon's.

Break it.

Dante growled, breaking the silence he had kept over the trek from Prisca to the city. It was a low growl, animalistic, and as he did, the men trembled, backing away. He let his will become fingers, and those fingers he clenched into a fist of spirit. He focused on a spot... and he struck. The field strained under his impact, but he struck again, the ethereal blows shaking the invisible prison he was in. He saw the wall breaking, strands unravelling, torn apart by the brutal, relentless assault. And then it collapsed, like burnt gossamer, and he felt himself become stronger.

Harder and faster, he struck, every blow more powerful than the last. Aboard the Magiteks, the field readings redlined, then pressed themselves beyond any known limits. Dante reached for the power again, and the wall was pliable, bending, bending... then suddenly bursting apart like the city gates, the wreckage disappearing into the endless ether, and the Power filled him, burning and radiant, the raw fire of heaven flowing through his veins.

Dante cackled wildly, and the soldiers stumbled back even as the Reflect stones detonated in their housings and the fields fell.

Hungrily, he seized at the Power, drawing it into himself, feeding the frozen fury of his dead-eyed rage with the hurricane of fire and ice that was the Power. More and more the storm of magic raged inside him, becoming a chaotic miasma of raw power begging release. Yet still he endured, the Power singing within him, like a mad crescendo building to a climax, until at last, he reached forth a thousand invisible hands and unleashed elemental fury through every one.

Fire and air were one as a massive pulse of heat and light burst forth from him. In his mind's eye, he saw the soldiers vainly shield their faces as the killing heat reached for them, turning their beige skin a ghastly black even as their flesh burst from within, the vaporized blood forcing its way out. Behind them, the Magiteks stumbled as the ground below the liquefied, then blew away as superheated vapor. The Tek alloy ran and flowed like melted butter as the cockpit glass shattered, riddling the dead bodies of their pilots with molten fragments. A massive sonic boom rang throughout the city as the superheated air broke the sound barrier rushing away from him. Floating serenely above the ground within his own shield, a grin crossed his otherwise emotionless face as he saw the reinforcements for the squad breaking and running in terror. Then he floated forward again, the grin already faded from his face.


******

Bandon's eyes snapped open, alerted more by the sudden outflux of energy than the resultant heat wave and sonic boom. He raised his scrying sphere in front of him, and a figure swam into view.

"You..." he hissed. Then he lifted off the meditation platform and called his battle robes to him.

Time to finish this, Etrigan.

******

Leaving a trail of slain soldiers in his wake, Dante quickly reached the palace. Before they could raise their halberds to block his passage, lances of earth energy were already racing into them. He paid their torn remains no heed as he approached the palace gates and stopped. The door was warded with antimagic.

Not a problem.

He looked at the ground, and immediately, a circular patch turned black before his eyes. Then, he willed the shaft of obsidian to break free of the ground, and it did, a shimmering black pillar floating in the air. The pillar turned parallel to the ground, then flew into the door with frightening speed, causing a resounding crash as it made contact with the enchanted metal. Almost immediately, he pulled it back, then smashed it into the gate again, like he had done with the antimagic fields previously. Cracks spread throughout the gates, and the center began to dent even as the defenders inside tried to hold the line. At last, the ram broke through, flying inside like a massive black coffin. Dante erected a shield, then willed the obsidian pillar to detonate in stages. With each thunderous crack, sprays of razor-sharp obsidian chips flew out through the gap the pillar had made. But as he made it through the gate, it was clear that the paltry amount that had escaped through the opening was nothing compared to what had stayed inside.

All over the courtyard, daggers of obsidian protruded from the walls. Bodies were strewn all over, riddled with shrapnel, pinned to the walls, or decapitated and dismembered by the flying shards. A Magitek stirred in the corner, its pilot struggling impossibly against a shower of fragments that had penetrated his gut. Dante channelled again, sendign a lance of earth forth, and the shattered machine fell silent at last. Ignoring the ground crunching beneath his feet, he continued on, towards the inner palace.

OOC: Wow... I mean just... that isn't good... Well, looks like Dezil is going to have to work on a new and improved A-M Field after this...
Also, are the rest of us going to join in the fight in Preos? I'll post a neutral post now, but it seems like considering we're now flying pretty fast now, we might make it, and the team might have to face Dante again... If we make it, I'll post again in a bit of at least Dezil's cart landing, and Dezil seeing the damage...
Also, on another note, I think Ciaran will have bigger problems then a turncoat Cecil in a second...

Dezil was tinkering with his broken field generator he had made, hoping to replace Safe and Shell and give them some cover going in since Ciaran wouldn't miss an opportunity to blast his enemies out of the sky like sitting ducks. One of the bandits saw him and said, "Hey, are you an engineer?"

Dezil nodded and said, "Yeah, you got a problem with that?" Not everyone liked engineers since their technology was sometimes recognized as even less normal than magic, and some really didn't like magic either.

"No, I'm actually working at being an engineer as well. What are you working on?" The bandit asked.

"Ah, a new field generator, my last one broke when you all overloaded it..." Dezil mumbled loudly.

"Heh, sorry about that, it was all buisness, ey'? Anyway, now that you saved us, or at least this group here, we owe you one." One of the bandits began to grumble and the first one kicked him, saying, "Yo, we always repay our debts, and we owe these guys for pulling our fat out of the friar. So, need any help with your gizmo?"

"Nah, I just about have the main part ready. I just need to build the second generator onto it to stabalize the first, and it will be ready. You all just sit back and relax, we're on the way to Preos now." Dezil replied. He flicked the device on experimentally, and the green and yellow field surrounded the cart again, but stronger this time and with less noise from the device. He turned it back off, and rooted around for the last parts he would need to get it up to the level he wanted.

(OOC: Trust me... the group wants to be NOWHERE near preos. After Dante is gone a-whole-nother set of shit is going to open up that'll be even worse than him... but only for a few minutes...)

Ciaran stood straight up in his chair as he heard the news. A wizard of unimaginable power was attacking, and he was able to destroy the antimagic auras. His mind moved quickly as he went over the report... then he noticed something. The mage stopped for a minute and overloaded the generators. That signified an opening of attack, and Ciaran formed a plan. It would be risky, but it was his only chance, with the unstoppable magic juggernaut headed his way.

"Call all the troops back. Make him a path to the throne room... and call the white mages here as well as all the guards. We'll need them" Ciaran stated, his tone grim. This, for once, wasn't a game... not even to him. The guard who had brought him the information just looked at the emperor as though he was insane forcing Ciaran to repeat himself. "Clear him a path... NOW!"

The emperor's enraged tone sent the man running off, and soon the route to Ciaran's throne room was devoid of guards, magitek, or anything else that the powerful wizard may have to destroy. Ciaran sat on his throne, with his sword in one hand, and his other on a secret control hidden inside of his armrest, normally. This was the first time he had any doubt in his plans.

Post wiped out, I'll wait for the start of the next chapter.

(OOC: we should probably get a new chapter soon... And are we all together again or can Kairi run into you guys in a bit? Since I would imagine it would be hard not to get seperated during the mass confusion.)

(Ripel is going to start one today, I think Dante should finish up with his duel with Bandon and then come after Ciaran and yada yada... as we talked it out before the next chapter starts though... seeming as he started it here. I'm gonna have to go in like ten minutes, and be gone for a few hours at least though, so if he wants he can use my character if I'm already gone

Edit: And FZ, I REALLY think it'd be best if you just not arrive at the city until the beginning of the next chapter... just... tru... actually I'll send you a PM on the reason.)

[OOC:] according to Ecurt (from what he's told me), the hero group might not be reaching Preos until 2 chapters from now (9, I believe) for plot purposes.

And yes, I do think the band will be scattered about (bound to happen in a scene like that), which would probably be the focus of the next chapter: finding people. Dante, Daemon, and Cieran wil have their own business, but that's what I predict the bulk of us will be doing. [/OOC]

OOC: I think krylo, Dante, Viewtiful, and myself should tell eachother what we know about the story that is going to happen... We all seem to know random parts of it...

OOC: I've been told what Krylo is doing, and given a hint at what will happen with Dante, but I'm only supposed to tell Dante anything new for plot purposes. Regardless, does anyone really know what is happening?

(OOC: Well, I just assumed they'd be getting there... Guess they just won't get to see the next massive catastrophe to happen with Preos...

I really feel bad for Ciaran)

OOC: ... you weren't gone that long, or at least if you were, not much has happened while you were gone...

Regardless, no one knows all the plot, but does anyone other than Ecurt need to know? I know he's gone right now, but it seems that most of the plot lines are fairly seperated for right this second and/or can take care of themselves (krylo and Dante can finish their thing, then the heros will arrive, and anything Deamon would do would be last since he has to wait for sunset and to train his demons to survive natural light.).

(OOC: Yah, I was expecting to be gone longer. Me and my mom are cleaning out the basement. Had a bunch of shit to get rid of, had some shelves to take down, and some makeshift cupboard type things to break. I merely underestimated the power of my urge to destroy in such matters.)