Scott rubbed his head. Jack already knew him?! He sat on a rock and looked at Jack, trying to rack through his memory banks to remember this character. Nothing came up. While the ogres contemplated about eating (again) Scott shaked his head furiously. "Nothing makes sense!" he yelled. AJck stepped back, eyes widened as if saying "Holy crap....".
The elf breathed heavily. "I'm sorry for that outburst..." he explained. "I have a feeling that we have know each other...and about these 'Fingers of Gods'..... What are they? Or better yet, where are they?"

Jericho and the group ran for the Citidel, barging through door after door in their search for Talos, they eventually found him in the grand chamber, slaughtering the Guards loyal to Gwaethir. Another group of re enforcements rushed in through the main hallway, long polearms grasped in their hands. Jericho shot a glance at them only long enough to send them flying back down the hallway with a powerful gust of wind, knocking them unconsious as they impacted with the back wall.

Several guards stopped their fight against Talos in order to gaze at Jericho in reverance. "There is another windlord!" one exclaimed, only to be lifted with his compainions to the skies and smashed into the high ceiling, unconsious forms and feathers dropping from the skies like rain.

Jericho looked back at Talos. "I believe we have worn out our welcome, the Hurricane approaches and he knows something is amiss."

"The Fingers of God is where Judas took us a while back". "According to her it would give us power if we touched the statue that represented our element". "Luckily Lance rushed us away before we used them". "Later we figured out that if we had touched them we would have been posesed by some kind of spirit which is what happned to Judas". "Right now Jerico, Delemon and Talos you havent met them have gone to free the Avariel city from Gwatheir you havent met him either"."If you dont beleive me about the fingers of god ask those two they were there at the end". He pointed at the ogres.

Delmenon strode through the halls, standing on the metal floor allowed him to all sorts of fun things, such as making it soft, and trapping the guards' feet in it. He burned the weapons from their hands, and laughed as he continued down the hall toward the throne room.

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Gwaethir sensed something amiss, and quickly teleported to the throne room of his palace.....he had a very harsh reception for any invaders there.

Jericho ran up to Talos to grab him by the arm. "Come, we must go now!" he said, but stopped suddenly and stared off into space, drawing his katana's. "He is here."

Gwaethir sensed something, another power of air......it was muted somehow, by a spell that was shielding its true form, perhaps? But it was nonetheless there. He grinned, he normally had a very pleasant smile, but it was still as cold as the icy winds that blew over the far Northern tundra....he laughed, leaning back in his crystal throne, apparently the heroes were coming to visit him...

Jericho grabbed Talos by the arm and forcibly dragged him away from the battle, blasting the remaining guards away as he ran to Delmenon.

"He knows we are here, I can sense that much. In your professional opinion, do you think it would be wise to stay and fight on his turf? or should we attempt to get the hell out of here without him following us, and find some way to battle him later on a battlefield of our choice?"

"I fight anywhere," Talos replied indignatly, attempting to free himself from Jericho's grip. "Retreat is foolish and cowardly."

Delmenon considered, then said slowly, "Well.....if we leave, he will punish any that he believes to have aided us, and we will seem like cowards to the people we are trying to save. It will be nearly impossible to get back in if he is on his guard against such attempts, too....so this may be the only chance we get. If we stay and fight, we still outnumber him, and perhaps we can defeat him, I say we fight!"

Jericho nodded. "It would also be wise to alert our friends. Perhaps they may be able to bolster our numbers."

He called upon the power of the wind carrying his voice from the Grand Hall to the Great Plains where Ziff and Kerik stood, and to where Jack rested. "My friends, we are in need of added assistance, come quickly and follow the Northern Wind."

He created a breeze, stretching over a continent, leading directly to the city.

He looked back to his companions, redrawing his blades. "Shall we?" he asked, motioning to the Throne Room.