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RP • A Country Divided Thread

"You inherited her beauty by any chance too?...because its quite the blessing such a girl like you has so many positives going for her to the point it seems like out of a fantasy tale..."
 
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"heh, you are a long way from me being your juliet" Alex said with a smile


Mark in the distance even if he couldn't see them directly or even see them, he could easily hear his sister's talk and that thing... he knew that Eredna wasn't human, of course, he doesn't hate human hybrids, Dhei is the proof itself, but that he didn't hate him doesn't mean he has to trust Eredna
 
azontr said:
"Nah, I can just sleep in a tree or something, no worries!" Eris said, shaking her head at Claria's offer.
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"Alright, and I think Terevion is... getting... back..." Claria said, glancing as Terevion was dragging a massive short-Furred beast put of the tree line with slash wounds at several points on his body, including across the chest, on the right arm, and across his entire leg
 
Goliath took a seat outside Palaria's door, resting after the long day of travel. He knew Guzma had already sent his...creatures...out to patrol the area, but was nonetheless on guard, his eyes scanning the horizon.

Lazarus walked near the edge of the camp, far away from the newcomers that had been brought along. Slowly, he sat down, his brittle bones creaking as he nearly collapsed against a tree. Slowly, he pulled out various alchemical tools.

"...Healing potions...medicine...stronger explosives..." Lazarus muttered, trying to remind himself what he needed to brew. He stretched out his arms, plucking some plants from his pocket dimension as he prepared to get to work.
 
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"... not really, not since we left, Para." Palaria responded, inviting Para in silently
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"I found something in here that might be able to make you feel slightly better..." She said after entering, "It's worth a try... right?"

Meanwhile, Kaminos turned to see Terevion dragging the beast back.

"That thing give you a hard time?" He asked.
 
Oliver_de_jesus said:
"heh, you are a long way from me being your juliet" Alex said with a smile


Mark in the distance even if he couldn't see them directly or even see them, he could easily hear his sister's talk and that thing... he knew that Eredna wasn't human, of course, he doesn't hate human hybrids, Dhei is the proof itself, but that he didn't hate him doesn't mean he has to trust Eredna
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"I dont mind to travel all the way if i had to"

Responded Eredna as he runs his nails gently across her hand for a short moment
 
Dhei would get up eventually and just go to Palaria, so he wouldnt just stare at Cain in secret like a peeping tom

"Dont look back.....just keep walking...."

Says it to himself as he went away, when he gets at Palaria he knocks lightly at the door
 
ZoroNotZolo said:
"I found something in here that might be able to make you feel slightly better..." She said after entering, "It's worth a try... right?"

Meanwhile, Kaminos turned to see Terevion dragging the beast back.

"That thing give you a hard time?" He asked.
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"Just some random cultists I took care of." Terevion calmly responded
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Dhei would get up eventually and just go to Palaria, so he wouldnt just stare at Cain in secret like a peeping tom

"Dont look back.....just keep walking...."

Says it to himself as he went away, when he gets at Palaria he knocks lightly at the door
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"What is it, Para? And you can come in, Dhei." Palaria said, almost not paying attention as she absorbed herself in her practice
 
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"Just some random cultists I took care of." Terevion calmly responded
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"I should've gone with you. Kinda sounded fun!" Kaminos said, "Not to mention it'd be good to train against someone to get strong enough to deal with Malak..."

The half-orc's rage flared a bit after saying Malak's name. Flames emitted from his body before he extinguished them and calmed down.

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"What is it, Para? And you can come in, Dhei." Palaria said, almost not paying attention as she absorbed herself in her practice
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"It's a healing spell that uses and strengthens the patient's lifeforce..." Para said, "I've got the incantation mostly down, but I'm on the page for it just in case I forget what comes next..."
 
"Obviously not... and... okay. You can try it..." Palaria said, seeming extremely nervous about having her life force touched in any way as she dropped her defenses against it
 
"I will go then...i see you two got an important matter and im just disturbing...."

Said Dhei as he went off immediately after, would later look above and see there is a full moon on the sky, making him sigh deeply before sitting down on his back with hood put on his head, trying to get some sleep
 
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"Obviously not... and... okay. You can try it..." Palaria said, seeming extremely nervous about having her life force touched in any way as she dropped her defenses against it
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"Alright..." Para said, before turning to the page in the Mind of Morgana and exhaling.

"Tidnetso enam repmes te rutacifitset eroproc enis, tido suie maitnesearp des, tarenluv te tatisiv somrifni eauq? Metrom!" She said, using the spell to heal Palaria by strengthening her life force. After this attempt, Para was breathing heavily.

"That... took a lot more out of me than I thought it would..." She said.
 
(This is the prologue of the book, is what i have done now)

Prologue
The light From the Darkness

Lord Constance frowned and looked up at the reddish midday sky as her servants stepped forward and opened a parasol over Constance and her distinguished guest. Snowfalls were not uncommon in the Empire of the Black Emperor, but Constance hoped to avoid fogging up in her smart new jacket and red waistcoat for her, who had just arrived by canal boat from the capital itself. Fortunately, there was not much wind; the parasol would probably be effective.

Constance was with his guest in a small courtyard on top of a hill overlooking the fields. Hundreds of people in brown smocks worked in the falling snow, tending the crops. There was a certain slowness to their efforts, but of course that was the Gallen way. The peasants were an indolent and unproductive group.

They didn't complain, of course; they knew better than that. Instead, they simply worked with their heads down, moving about their work with quiet apathy. A passing foreman's whip forced them to move purposefully for a few moments, but as soon as the foreman passed, they returned to their languor.

Constance turned to the man next to her on the hill. "You would think," Constance noted, "that 20 years of field work would have bred them to be a little more effective."

The Obligator turned, raising an eyebrow, the movement made as if to highlight his most distinguishing feature, the intricate tattoos that covered the skin around his eyes. The tattoos were thin but noticeable, reaching to his forehead and running up the sides of his nose, all in Black. This was a complete preplan, a very important binder indeed. Constance had her own personal obligators at the mansion, but they were only minor officials, with just a few marks around the eyes. This man had arrived from the Capital with the same canal boat that had brought Constance's new suit.

"You should see the Gallens of the city, Constance," the obligator said, turning to look at the Gallen workers. “These are quite diligent compared to the ones inside the Capital. Here you have more... direct control over your Gallens. How many would you say you lose per month?

"Oh, half a dozen or so," said Constance. "Some to beatings, others to exhaustion."

"Fugitives?"

"Never!" Constance said. “When I first inherited this land from my father, I had some runaways, but I executed their families. The rest quickly lost heart. I have never understood men who have problems with their Gallens; I find that the creatures are easy to control, if you show an appropriately heavy hand, it all depends on how you show them that they have nothing beyond.

Constance finished her little explanation.

The obligator nodded, standing silent in his gray robes. He seemed pleased, which was a good thing.


Like everyone else in the world, the Gallens weren't really the property of Constance or a mere man. All the Gallens belonged to the Black Emperor; Constance only leased the workers of the God from her, in the same way that she paid for the services of the obligators from her.

He was lucky that his family is allied with the Black Emperor, because if not, he would be destroyed by one of his 7 Generals, no one opposed them, each one was a mystery, only the highest in the spheres of power could seeing them and the curious who did, mostly ended up dead, those who did not, disappeared, it was not known if they were dead or not since their bodies were never found.


The obligator looked down, checking his pocket watch, then looked up at the sun. Despite the falling snow, the sun was bright that day, shining a brilliant crimson red behind the smoky blackness of the sky above. Constance took out a handkerchief and passed them through her hands, grateful for the fire that she had to one side that stopped the midday chill.

"Very well, Constance," said the obligator. "I will take your proposal to Lord Van, as requested. He will have a favorable report from me regarding your operations here."

Constance suppressed a sigh of relief. An obligator was required to witness any contract or business dealing between nobles. True, even a lowly obligator such as Constance employed could serve as such a witness, but it meant far more to impress Van Venture's own obligator.

The obligator turned to him. "I'll be out on the canal this afternoon."

"Coming soon?" Constance asked. "Would you mind staying for dinner?"

"No," replied the obligator. “Though there is another matter I wish to discuss with you. I came not only at Lord Venture's behest, but also to…investigate some matters for the Toja hand. Rumor has it that you like to flirt with your Gallen women.”

Constance felt a chill.

The obligator smiled; he probably meant it to be disarming, but Constance just found it unsettling. "Don't worry, Constance," the obligator said. "If there had been any real concerns about your actions, a Red Hand soldier would have been sent here in my place."

Constance nodded slowly. Red Hand. He had never seen one of the inhuman creatures, but he had heard…stories…all different but with one unchanging truth, They all obeyed the Black Emperor

“I am satisfied with your actions with the Gallen women,” the obligator said, looking out over the fields. "What I've seen and heard here indicates that you always clean up your messes. A man like you, efficient, productive, could go far in the Capital. A few more years of work, some inspired mercantile deals, and who knows?"

The obligator turned around, and Constance found hisself smiling. It was not a promise, not even an endorsement (for the most part, obligators were more bureaucrats and witnesses than priests), but to hear such praise from one of the Emperor's own servants... Constance knew that some nobility considered obligators disturbing, some men even considered them a nuisance, but at that moment, Constance could have kissed his distinguished guest.

Constance turned to the Gallens, who were working silently in the dead sun and lazy snowflakes. Constance had always been a country nobleman who lived on his plantation and dreamed of perhaps moving to the Capital itself. he had heard of the fights and the parties, the glamor and the intrigue, and it thrilled him to no end.

"I'll have to celebrate tonight", he thought. He was that young lady in shack number fourteen that he had been keeping an eye on for some time.

A smile grew on his lips.







what Constance did not know, that someone was looking at him, a figure among all his slaves


The man met Constance's eyes, a spark, no, a fire of defiance reflected in his expression. Constance had never seen anything like it, not on the face of a Gallens. Constance took a reflexive step back, a shiver running through her as the straight-backed stranger Gallens averted his eyes from him.

And he smiled.

Constance looked away. "Kurdon!" I yelled after breaking the gaze.

The burly foreman ran up the slope. "Yes my lord?"

Constance turned and pointed... nothing

I have frowned. Where had this one been standing? Working with their heads down, their bodies stained with water and sweat, it was so difficult to tell them apart. Constance paused, searching. he thought that his knew the place... an empty place, where now there was no one.

But not.

That cannot be.

The man couldn't have disappeared from the group so quickly. Where would he have gone? He must be there somewhere, working with his head now properly bent. Still, his moment of apparent defiance was inexcusable.

"My Sir?" Kurdon asked again.

The obligator stood to one side, watching curiously. It wouldn't be wise for the man to know that one of the Gallens had acted so brazenly.

"Do some more work with the Gallens in that southern section," Tresting ordered, pointing. "I see that they are slow, even for the Gallens. Remind some of them of their place."

Kurdon shrugged, but the order was followed in the end. It wasn't much of a reason for a beating, but he didn't need a big reason to beat up the workers, either.

They were, after all, just Gallens.




Rex know the stories, His Story.

They spoke of times when once, long ago, the sun had not been full of death. Times when the sky was not obstructed by mists and the darkness of the night, when plants did not struggle to grow and when the Galens were not slaves. Times before the two Emperors. Those days, however, were almost forgotten. Even the legends were becoming vague.

Rex watched the sun, his eyes following the giant disk as it slid toward the western horizon. He was silent for a long moment, alone in the empty fields. The day's work was done; the Gallens had been herded back to their shacks. The mists would come soon.

Finally, Rex sighed and then turned to make his way through the ruts and paths, weaving through great drifts of snow. "I have avoided stepping on the plants, although I wasn't sure why it bothered me. The crops hardly seemed worth the effort. Pale, with wilted brown leaves, the plants looked as depressed as the people tending them." Rex muttered

The Gallens' shacks loomed in the fading light. Rex could already see mist beginning to form, clouding the air and giving the mounded buildings a surreal, intangible look. The huts were unprotected; there was no need for watchmen, as no Gallen would venture out once night came. His fear of mists was too strong.

"I'll have to cure them of that one day" Rex thought as he approached one of the larger buildings. "But, all things in their own time." He opened the door and slipped inside.

He was seen by everyone, some with a look of curiosity and others with fear.

The conversation stopped immediately. Rex closed the door, then turned with a smile to face the room of about thirty Gallens. A fire burned faintly in the center, and the large cauldron beside it was filled with water sprinkled with vegetables: the beginning of a dinner. The soup would be bland, of course. Still, the smell was enticing.

"Good night everyone," Rex said with a smile, setting his backpack down at his feet and leaning against the door. "How was your day?"

His words broke the silence and the women went back to their dinner preparations. However, a group of men sitting at a rough table were still looking at Rex with dissatisfied expressions.

"Our day was busy, traveler," said Tepper, one of the Gallens elders. "Something you managed to avoid."

"Fieldwork has never suited me," Rex said. "It's too harsh for my delicate skin." He smiled, holding up hands and arms that were covered in layers and layers of fine scars. They covered his skin, running the length of it, as if some beast had repeatedly scraped its claws up and down his arms.

Tepper snorted. He was young for a renegade, he was probably only around 20 at most. However, the scrawny man carried himself with the air of someone who likes to be in charge.

"This is no time for rest comfortably," Tepper said sternly. "When we host a traveler, we expect them to behave and avoid suspicion."

"When you snuck out of the fields this morning, you could have earned a beating for the men around you."

"Right," Rex said. “But those men could also have been flogged for standing in the wrong place, stopping too long, or coughing when a foreman passed by. I once saw a man beaten because his teacher claimed that he had 'blinked inappropriately'. "

Tepper sat with narrowed eyes and a rigid posture, his arm resting on the table. His expression was uncompromising.

"He is right, regardless your words, you did an imprudence" said a voice

His grandfather appeared, he was an older man, older than anyone who was there, but he generated a confidence and tranquility as if everything was fine with him.

Rex sighed, rolling his eyes. "Fine. If you want me to go, then I'll go." He slung his backpack over his shoulder and nonchalantly opened the door.
Immediately, a thick mist began to flow through the portal, floating lazily over Rex's body, pooling on the ground, and crawling across the land like a hesitant animal.

Several people gasped in horror, though most of them were too stunned to make a sound. Rex paused for a moment, looking out into the dark night, a very thick mist, its shifting currents dimly lit by something.

"Close the door." Tepper's words were a plea, not a command.

Rex did as he was told, closing the door and stopping his little scuffle.

"The dark is not what you think. You fear it too much."


"Men who venture into the dark nights lose their souls," a woman whispered. Her words raised a question.

Had these strangers walked in the dark night?...so what had happened to they souls?

"If you only knew", Rex thought.

"Well, I guess this means I'm staying." He motioned for a boy to bring him a stool.

"It's also a good thing, it would have been a shame for me to leave before sharing my news."

His grandfather looked at him disapprovingly, clearly he doesn't like how his grandson acted, his impulsiveness and way of being.

people were curious and especially the children.


"My grandfather and I, we come from the North" Rex began speaking in a clear voice and people unconsciously leaned towards him as he worked. The next day, Rex's words would be echoed to the several hundred people who lived in other slums. The Gallens might be servile, but they were hopeless gossips.

"The local lords rule in the West," Rex said, "and they are far from the iron grip of the Black Emperor and his enforcers."

"Besides that they are far from the White Emperor also in case you ask" The White Emperor was like his brother, but strangely more distorted, while one wanted the huge houses and castles others wanted their walls to be harder and that its inhabitants are better in control, all through his iron warriors and Red Hands.

"Some of these aloof nobles are finding that happy Gallens are better workers than battered Gallens. One man, Lord Renoux, has even ordered his foremen to stop the unauthorized beatings. There are rumors that he is considering paying the Gallens wages of his plantation, like those that the artisans of the city could earn."

"Nonsense," Tepper said.
"My apologies," Rex said. "I was unaware that Goodman Tepper had been to Lord Renoux's estate recently. The last time you dined with him, did he say anything to you that he didn't say to me?"

his grandfather put his only hand on his face, as a sign of disliking his grandson.

Tepper gritted his teeth: the Gallens didn't travel and certainly didn't dine with gentlemen. "You think me a fool, traveler," said Tepper, "but I know what you're doing. You're what they call the Monarch; those scars on your arms give you away. You're a troublemaker, you travel the plantations, stirring up discontent. You eat our food Telling your big stories and your lies, then you disappear and let people like me take care of the false hopes you give our children."

Rex raised an eyebrow. "Now, now, Goodman Tepper," he said. "Your concerns are completely unfounded. Wow, I have no intention of eating your food. I brought mine and my grandfather's." With that, Rex reached over and tossed his backpack onto the floor in front of Tepper's desk. The loose bag tumbled to one side, spilling an array of food onto the floor. Fine breads, fruit, and even some thick deli meats and juice boxes were bouncing free.


A summer fruit rolled across the packed earth floor and bumped lightly against Tepper's foot. The middle-aged Gallens looked at the fruit with stunned eyes and then nodded.

"That's food for nobles!"

Rex snorted. "Hardly. You know, for a man of renowned prestige and rank, Lord Constance has remarkably poor taste. His pantry is an embarrassment to his noble position."

Although he was a serious person, for a second Rex's Grandfather let out a small smile for a second.

Tepper paled even more. "That's where you went this afternoon," she whispered. "You went to the mansion. You…stole from the Lord!"

"Actually," Rex said. "And might I add that while his lord's taste for food is deplorable, his eye for soldiers is much more impressive. Sneaking into his mansion during the day was quite a challenge."

Tepper was still looking at the bag of food. "If the foremen find this here..."
"Well, I suggest you eat it then," Rex said.
"I'd be willing to bet he tastes a little better than thin farlet soup."
Two dozen pairs of hungry eyes studied the food. If Tepper intended to make further arguments, he didn't make them quickly enough, as his silent pause was interpreted as agreement. Within minutes, the contents of the bag had been inspected and distributed, and the pot of soup was bubbling and ignored as the Gallens feasted on far more exotic food.

Rex leaned back, leaning against the wooden wall of the shack and watching the people devour their food.

He had spoken correctly: the pantry offerings had been depressingly mundane. However, this was a town that had lived on nothing but soup and porridge since they were children. To them, breads and fruits were rare delicacies, usually eaten only as stale discards brought in by household servants.

a boy approached him and looked at Rex, they didn't know why, but being in Rex's presence filled them with a strength, as if they were never tired and the sick felt better as if their illnesses were inexistents.

"Your narration has been interrupted, young man" Rex observed an elderly Gallen, limping to sit on a stool next to Rex.
"Oh, I suspect there will be time for more later," Rex said. "Once all evidence of my theft has been duly devoured. Don't you want any of that?"
"No need," said the old man. “The last time I tried the food of the lords, I had stomach pains for three days.
Rex paused. The old man was not an imposing sight. His weathered skin and bald scalp made him look more frail than wise. However, he had to be stronger than he seemed; few Gallens on the plantations lived to that age. Many lords did not allow the elderly to stay home from daily work, and the frequent beatings that made up the life of a Gallens took a terrible toll on the elderly.
"What was your name?" Kelsier asked.
"Matias".
Rex looked at Tepper. "So, Goodman Matias, tell me something. Why are you letting him lead?"
Mathias shrugged.

"When you get to my age, you have to be very careful where you waste your energy. Some battles just aren't worth fighting." There was an implication in Matias's eyes;
"Are you satisfied with this, then?" Rex asked, nodding toward the shack and its half-hungry, overworked occupants. "Are you content with a life full of beatings and endless monotony?"

"At least it's a life," Matias said. "I know what wages and discontent and rebellion bring. The eye of the Black Emperor and the wrath of the Red Hand can be far more terrible than a few lashes. Men like you talk about change, but I wonder" he stopped to take air

"Is it Is this a battle we can really fight?" Matias asked

"You're already fighting it, Goodman Matias. You're losing horribly." Rex shrugged. "But what do I know? I'm just a traveling scoundrel, here to eat your food and impress your youngsters."
Mathias shook his head.

"You're kidding, but Tepper might have been right."

Rex smiled. "That's why I didn't contradict him, at least not on the troublemaker's point." He paused, then smiled deeper. "In fact, I'd say calling me a troublemaker is probably the only correct thing Tepper has said since I got here."

"How do you do that?" Matias asked, frowning.

"What?"

"You smile so much."

"Oh, I'm just a happy person."

Matias looked at Rex's hands. "You know, I've only seen scars like that on one other person, and he was dead. His body was returned to the emperor as proof that his punishment had been carried out." Matias looked at Rex. "He had been caught talking about rebellion. Constance sent him to a place where a General lived. The boy lasted less than a month."

Rex looked at his hands and forearms. Sometimes it still burned him, though he was sure the pain was only in his mind. He looked at Matias and smiled. "You ask me why I smile, matias goodman? Well, both emperors think they have claimed laughter and joy for both of them. I am not about to let him do it. This is a battle that does not take much effort to fight."

Matias stared at Rex, and for a moment Rex thought the old man would smile back. However, Matias finally shook his head. "I don't know. I just don't-"

"Ahhhhhh..."

The scream interrupted him.

It was coming from outside, perhaps from the north, although the fog distorted the sounds. The people in the hut fell silent, listening to the faint, high-pitched cries. Despite the distance and the fog,
It was easy for Rex to listen well, after years of practice.

He could feel the grain in the wood of the stool under him.

She could still taste the remains of the loaf of bread that she had eaten earlier.

Most importantly, she could hear the screams with supernatural ears.

Two separate people were screaming.

One was an older woman who quickly disappeared, the other a younger woman, perhaps a girl, still alive.

The younger screams were getting further and further away.
"Poor Jess," a nearby woman said, her voice booming in Kelsier's enhanced ears. "That son of theirs was a curse. It's better for the Gallens not to have pretty daughters."

Tepper agreed. "Lord Constance would surely send for the girl sooner or later. We all knew it."

"Jesse knew it."

"It's still a shame though," said another man.
The screams continued in the distance. By burning iron, Rex was able to judge direction accurately. His voice moved towards the Lord's mansion. The sounds triggered something inside him, and he felt his face flush with anger.
Rex turned. "Does Lord Constance ever return girls after he's done with them?"
Old Matias shook his head.

"Lord Constance is a law-abiding nobleman; he has the girls killed within a few weeks. He doesn't want to draw the attention of the red hand."

there was a pause of about two seconds.

"That was the Black Emperor's order. He couldn't afford to have half-breed children running around, children who might possess powers the Gallens weren't even supposed to know existed…"

The screams faded, but Rex's anger only increased.

The screams reminded him of other screams.

His mother's screams from his past.

The Proclaimed Monarch looked at his old grandfather, who only nodded and said in a low voice.

"Be quick"

He stood up abruptly, the stool fell to the ground behind him.

All the people saw the young man walk towards the doors, while his mist cloak moved.

"It's time" he said for no reason before opening the door and throwing himself into the darkness itself.

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Constance took the girl to her room, barely 16 years old, purple hair, a Good body and a fine face to be a Gallen, her clothes were not the best but Constance did not care, the girl tried everything, she even hit the Lord, but he was unaffect by the attacks, then with a strong grip Constance took the girl to the bed and began to remove her clothes, before He finished someone knocked on the door.

Annoyed Constance stopped, punching the girl in the bed leaving her cry on the bed in pain.

"What do you want?!?" Annoyed said as he opened the door.

The soldier, a few centimeters smaller than Constance, looked at him but something was different, not his eyes lack light, as if he were dead.

"Said whatever you want or I'll have you executed, I'm busy," Constance said bluntly.

The Guard collapsed which surprised Constance, then he looked to him left inside the room and saw him.


"You are the Next" was painted on a mirror with blood

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Constance stared in horror at this cry.

"Kurdon!!!"


...just silence.

Constance closed the door and locked it.

"Stay still" Constance said to the girl as he quickly took a jar and looked at the contents of it.

He felt like the Black Emperor's gift entered his body.

"One, two, the stars will burn on you.
Three, four, better lock your door.
Five, six, emerge into the dark but that won't save you.
Seven, eight, gonna stay up late.
Nine, here, boom" a voice said.

Constance looked down and saw how a loud explosion was unleashed through the ground below him, throwing him back, he got to his feet, his skin burned but it didn't kill him, he wasn't human anymore though he never was human

"Bastard," Constance said.

"That's a good nickname, but you deserve it more," Rex said as he climbed out of the hole in the ground, in his hand was a weapon that could be said to be a Shard of the star

They both looked at each other and a fight began that the young Gallen could not even perceive.

Rex's sword was met with the resistance of a dark Sword, sparks flying between both weapons as their user forced with force, in order to overwhelm the other, Rex smiled causing the fury to awaken even more within Constance.

Constance launched several slashes but Rex blocked with his sword though his fire was stopped, no, it was smalled out, thinning into one layer of heat.

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Then there was a clash and Constance's sword was cut, melted by the concentrated heat of Rex's Sword

And With this event, Rex sliced Constance's body, with a mocking smile, he clearly enjoyed killing these dirty bastards

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"what's your name?" Rex asked to the Girl as he wiped away the blood of his sword


"No... Noah" said the scared girl.

Rex smiled at her as a sign that everything has passed.

"Grandpa, could you give her some clothes?" Said Rex, his grandfather who was in one of the corners moved, he left his cane placed on a wall.

"Just this once" he said as he put his only hand behind his in his robe and out of nowhere pulled out clothes with the right size for the girl.

both men let the girl go to put on her new clothes while they both waited outside, when she came out she was met with a look of horror, corpses, all destroyed, organs and guts everywhere, burns.

some armor was crushed as if someone had exerted an extreme almost hellish pressure and other things were indescribable (because if I do I get banned likely).

Noah was terrified...she was almost raped that night it seems it was nothing close to what these people suffered.

"I have a Proposal, Noah"

Noah looked at Rex when he said his name.

"How do you know your mother is gone...
So you want revenge?" Rex said quietly

End of prologue
 
"I would lie if i said there werent nobles in real life like Constance, but unlike Rex i dont have the right to take the justice on them really, nor the authority, without consequences"

Says Eredna as he read the prologue to the book
 
Palaria winced, nearly coughing up some blood before breathing heavily herself, instantly putting her defenses back in place "didn't work..." Palaria murmured
 
Alex thought about it, this was a very interesting question.

"I guess it's a horrible place, full of evil people, Corruption, death, hunger, darkness, but that makes you appreciate the few things which you have along with those people who make it beautiful and light up your life to continue, if this world were perfect, it would be boring, emotions would stop having the weight they have, although they would not disappear, they would simply go into the background, among other things." Alex said
 
DaReaperMan said:
Palaria winced, nearly coughing up some blood before breathing heavily herself, instantly putting her defenses back in place "didn't work..." Palaria murmured
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Para frowned, exhaling deeply before picking up the Mind of Morgana and closing it.

"Well, I guess it was worth a shot..." Para said, somewhat defeated that she couldn't really help, "I'll, uh, I'll get out of your way now..."
 
Oliver_de_jesus said:
Alex thought about it, this was a very interesting question.

"I guess it's a horrible place, full of evil people, Corruption, death, hunger, darkness, but that makes you appreciate the few things which you have along with those people who make it beautiful and light up your life to continue, if this world were perfect, it would be boring, emotions would stop having the weight they have, although they would not disappear, they would simply go into the background, among other things." Alex said
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"Perfection really wouldnt give you anything other then the feeling of emptyness, imperfection on the other hand gives you so many things, for the better or for the worse, but we all wanna use it to achieve that perfection in the end by our own work rather than have it already given from the beginning"

Added on what she said
 
ZoroNotZolo said:
Para frowned, exhaling deeply before picking up the Mind of Morgana and closing it.

"Well, I guess it was worth a shot..." Para said, somewhat defeated that she couldn't really help, "I'll, uh, I'll get out of your way now..."
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"If you want to stay here and study do so Para..." Palaria murmured as she continued practicing her Ice magic, accidentally freezing the water around Cain
azontr said:
"Nah, I can just sleep in a tree or something, no worries!" Eris said, shaking her head at Claria's offer.
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(Exist.)
 
"Huh? Where is everyone?" Cain and Eris said at the same time, noticing that a portion of the group had left to check on Palaria.

"Oh, hey!" Eris said, turning to Cain.

"Hello there..." Cain said, waving slowly at Eris.

"Do you... know where everyone went? I was about to head to sleep but then I noticed everyone had dipped! Or well, a portion of everyone. Are they in that house?" Eris asked, pointing to Palaria's river house.

"Most likely... Our friend Palaria is... very ill, you could say. She isn't doing very well right now and so everyone is probably worried about her..." Cain murmured, her expression drooping before she shook her head. "I should probably go check on her to-"

Eris went over to hug Cain.

"What are you doing?" Cain asked, her eyes widening.

"You looked like you needed a hug. So I gave you one!" Eris said with a smile.

"I... looked like I needed one...?" Cain said before Eris pulled away from the hug.

"Yep. You looked sad and all that, yknow?" Eris said, "I'm open to talk if you ever need to."

".....Thanks, Eris. Thanks, really." Cain said, turning to Palaria's house.

"You planning to go visit? I can come with, if you want." Eris offered.

"No... No, you should get some rest, Eris. We've gotta keep moving tomorrow, after all." Cain said, "Stay safe..."

"Alright! Have fun." Eris said, moving over to go hop into a tree so she could rest.

Cain shakily moved over to knock on Palaria's door, "Palaria...? May I enter?" She asked.
 
Alex just smiled at him, she really felt tired.

"Well I think it's time for me to get some sleep to continue tomorrow" She told Eredna

~~~~~~~

Mark was still in his chair, still alert for any things, planning not to fall asleep given Palaria's state.
 
Alex walked to a more covered place just in case if they are attacked, took a blanket and a pillow from her pocket dimension, lay down on the floor, used her blanket as a cocoon.
 
azontr said:
"Huh? Where is everyone?" Cain and Eris said at the same time, noticing that a portion of the group had left to check on Palaria.

"Oh, hey!" Eris said, turning to Cain.

"Hello there..." Cain said, waving slowly at Eris.

"Do you... know where everyone went? I was about to head to sleep but then I noticed everyone had dipped! Or well, a portion of everyone. Are they in that house?" Eris asked, pointing to Palaria's river house.

"Most likely... Our friend Palaria is... very ill, you could say. She isn't doing very well right now and so everyone is probably worried about her..." Cain murmured, her expression drooping before she shook her head. "I should probably go check on her to-"

Eris went over to hug Cain.

"What are you doing?" Cain asked, her eyes widening.

"You looked like you needed a hug. So I gave you one!" Eris said with a smile.

"I... looked like I needed one...?" Cain said before Eris pulled away from the hug.

"Yep. You looked sad and all that, yknow?" Eris said, "I'm open to talk if you ever need to."

".....Thanks, Eris. Thanks, really." Cain said, turning to Palaria's house.

"You planning to go visit? I can come with, if you want." Eris offered.

"No... No, you should get some rest, Eris. We've gotta keep moving tomorrow, after all." Cain said, "Stay safe..."

"Alright! Have fun." Eris said, moving over to go hop into a tree so she could rest.

Cain shakily moved over to knock on Palaria's door, "Palaria...? May I enter?" She asked.
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(I'm doing yard work, fair warning.)

"Yes... Cain..." Palaria murmured, shaking herself to clear her mind
 
(Do that first and then RP later dumbass lol.)

Cain nodded, slowly entering. "How are you feeling...?" She asked softly, not wanting to alarm Palaria.
 
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