Dark Corners of the Earth RP (IC)

[Contamenesia]

Aniya looked up, her tears stopped, and only bitterness was seen on her face. "What do you want?" Aniya stood up, she wasn't scared. She lived way to long to feel fear, besides, she could never die. Aniya folded her arms, waiting the Sumerian being to respond.

Lilly smiled, and followed, "Anything, I am not picky."

[Stattr]

Raven's Uncle sighed and gently picked her up. He mvoed around Ryan and set her on teh bed. Putting his head to her's and a glow came. A sharp scream was heard and then nothing. Raven's Uncle then leanded back. "She will wake in a few moments. Just hold her down when she does. Their is something you can do." He said, moving slightly on the bed.

"When she starts to rub her temples or moves her eyes from yours and stares at something I need you to try to change the topic or do something to distract her. It wasn;t your fault this happened. It was her's she persisted she tell you... She will be fine though. I have to go to a meeting now. I will be back.. when ever I get back." He nodded and stopped in teh doorway. "Ohh, and Ryan? I'm glad she said yes to your proposal. It made my heart soar that she was lucky to have you propose." He smiled slightly and then left.

Ryan stood there listening to Raven's uncle intently, then somewhat surprised by his last words before he left, not commenting back. "Ryan said nothing but simply smiled. He turned to Raven who was still lying down on the bed. He thought about how he could hold her down when she woke up, but do it in a inconspicuous way. The day was so crazy, yet fun at the same time.

Ryan got an idea about how he could make sure Raven would be alright when she awoke, but he hesitated for a second. after a moment he shrugged, thinking Well I did it once already within the last 24 hours and she sure seemed to enjoy it. Maybe it'll get her mind off of things when she wakes up this time. Coming to a consensus in his mind, Ryan sat down on Raven's bed, and silently waited for signs when she was awaking, sometimes stroking her long hair in a loving manner. When she started to wake he gently putting his hands on her upper arms to be able to hold her down. He bent down and kissed her gently on the lips, like he had done so before in the way she seemed to love. Ryan thought this coupled with a normal date would put her back at ease.

Raven's mind slowly came to and she jolted, feeling the hands on her arms she struggled and eventually got her foot under the person on his gut and pushed off with all her power. Throwing the person off her. She immediatly sat up on the bed and looked around, taking in her surroundings. Eventually she calmed down and her eyes became normal again. She rubbed her temples to releave the pain and she looked for Ryan.

[Videssos]

Elizabeth despaired wringing her hands. "But you don't understand." She said a bit too loudly attracting to much attention from the diner. Oblivious but still secretive she leaned in close as if she were about to drain someone's blood and whispered."But you don't understand! He has killed...sniffle...my family and he's going to come for me next." She said suddenly crying. She hadn't cried about her family in a long time.

Michael Sinclair

Michael's eyes widened slightly. "Oh. And even though you could kill him, there's the risk of influence afterwards. Seems I might have to call in the big guns, so to speak. I am aware of a few individuals who could eradicate a being like him, and not get anything in terms of fallout. And of a few places where a being like him couldn't come, too." He paused, speaking delicately as he was. "That creature's going to have to deal with failure, instead. There's no way I'm letting something like that continue its predations. At least not alive, and able."

Aniya looked up, her tears stopped, and only bitterness was seen on her face. "What do you want?" Aniya stood up, she wasn't scared. She lived way to long to feel fear, besides, she could never die. Aniya folded her arms, waiting the Sumerian being to respond.

Zimudar Narām-Alalĝar

The Wraith King paused, the seemingly empty helm tilted slightly as if in contemplation. "This seems to be an ...eventful... location. I can sense a considerable amount of power emanating from a number of beings in this city, and I decided I could not pass an opportunity such as this. Possibly a challenge or two. I recognise the import of the events that are taking place, and have yet to. I have always held an interest in such things, an interest that has only grown over the past seven thousand, five hundred years."

Zimudar became silent for a moment, a sign that he was slightly puzzled. "Odd. I usually don't spend this much time conversing with the likes of you. Likely it's to make up for how little a challenge you shall be." He drew the ancient, black broadsword at his side with an oddly sinuous movement notable in its unnatural speed, and a dark blue flame burst along the length of Dugnamtar. "Belet lā mūdû abiti šēṭu anzillašu, adi la basi alaku, akki lū arkāniš!" Zimudar hissed, even as dark sorcery flickered and solidified, in his left hand, and the massive mace known as Sharur appeared.

[Fowlick]

Gabriel grabbed Sarah's hand."You are not going to fight. Stay back and do some nursing if you need to. I don't want you hurt."He said looking down at her with worried eyes.

[Contamenesia]

Elizabeth despaired wringing her hands. "But you don't understand." She said a bit too loudly attracting to much attention from the diner. Oblivious but still secretive she leaned in close as if she were about to drain someone's blood and whispered."But you don't understand! He has killed...sniffle...my family and he's going to come for me next." She said suddenly crying. She hadn't cried about her family in a long time.

Michael Sinclair

Michael's eyes widened slightly. "Oh. And even though you could kill him, there's the risk of influence afterwards. Seems I might have to call in the big guns, so to speak. I am aware of a few individuals who could eradicate a being like him, and not get anything in terms of fallout. And of a few places where a being like him couldn't come, too." He paused, speaking delicately as he was. "That creature's going to have to deal with failure, instead. There's no way I'm letting something like that continue its predations. At least not alive, and able."

Aniya looked up, her tears stopped, and only bitterness was seen on her face. "What do you want?" Aniya stood up, she wasn't scared. She lived way to long to feel fear, besides, she could never die. Aniya folded her arms, waiting the Sumerian being to respond.

Zimudar Narām-Alalĝar

The Wraith King paused, the seemingly empty helm tilted slightly as if in contemplation. "This seems to be an ...eventful... location. I can sense a considerable amount of power emanating from a number of beings in this city, and I decided I could not pass an opportunity such as this. Possibly a challenge or two. I recognise the import of the events that are taking place, and have yet to. I have always held an interest in such things, an interest that has only grown over the past seven thousand, five hundred years."

Zimudar became silent for a moment, a sign that he was slightly puzzled. "Odd. I usually don't spend this much time conversing with the likes of you. Likely it's to make up for how little a challenge you shall be." He drew the ancient, black broadsword at his side with an oddly sinuous movement notable in its unnatural speed, and a dark blue flame burst along the length of Dugnamtar. "Belet lā mūdû abiti šēṭu anzillašu, adi la basi alaku, akki lū arkāniš!" Zimudar hissed, even as dark sorcery flickered and solidified, in his left hand, and the massive mace known as Sharur appeared.

Aniya sighed, "Your efforts are pointless." Aniya rushed forward, faking a punch, instead she gave him a light tap with her fingers. Nothing happened to the Sumerian being, but thats because nothing was suppose to. Aniya smiled, "You may proceed with whatever you want, no attack shall end me."

[Legato Venari]

Elizabeth despaired wringing her hands. "But you don't understand." She said a bit too loudly attracting to much attention from the diner. Oblivious but still secretive she leaned in close as if she were about to drain someone's blood and whispered."But you don't understand! He has killed...sniffle...my family and he's going to come for me next." She said suddenly crying. She hadn't cried about her family in a long time.

Michael Sinclair

Michael's eyes widened slightly. "Oh. And even though you could kill him, there's the risk of influence afterwards. Seems I might have to call in the big guns, so to speak. I am aware of a few individuals who could eradicate a being like him, and not get anything in terms of fallout. And of a few places where a being like him couldn't come, too." He paused, speaking delicately as he was. "That creature's going to have to deal with failure, instead. There's no way I'm letting something like that continue its predations. At least not alive, and able."

Aniya looked up, her tears stopped, and only bitterness was seen on her face. "What do you want?" Aniya stood up, she wasn't scared. She lived way to long to feel fear, besides, she could never die. Aniya folded her arms, waiting the Sumerian being to respond.

Zimudar Narām-Alalĝar

The Wraith King paused, the seemingly empty helm tilted slightly as if in contemplation. "This seems to be an ...eventful... location. I can sense a considerable amount of power emanating from a number of beings in this city, and I decided I could not pass an opportunity such as this. Possibly a challenge or two. I recognise the import of the events that are taking place, and have yet to. I have always held an interest in such things, an interest that has only grown over the past seven thousand, five hundred years."

Zimudar became silent for a moment, a sign that he was slightly puzzled. "Odd. I usually don't spend this much time conversing with the likes of you. Likely it's to make up for how little a challenge you shall be." He drew the ancient, black broadsword at his side with an oddly sinuous movement notable in its unnatural speed, and a dark blue flame burst along the length of Dugnamtar. "Belet lā mūdû abiti šēṭu anzillašu, adi la basi alaku, akki lū arkāniš!" Zimudar hissed, even as dark sorcery flickered and solidified, in his left hand, and the massive mace known as Sharur appeared.

Elizabeth looked at him smiling yet then shook her head. "As far as I know you can not truly kill him." She took out a piece of paper. And unfolded it reading.
"I have been born of my victim
For those I must redeem them
But for those who take their child's life
Shall be bestowed my own strife."
She cleared her throat her hands shaking. "So if you kill him then you become him as far as I've read. And as far as I've figured he was born of the Tulpa effect. So he's really strong. " She sighed. "Maybe I should just accept my fate. After all it must be for a reason. And I don't want anyone to die for me." She put on a brave face. "Maybe he'll just kill me in a few years." She stared outside of the window at the slowly descending mist.

Jack sighed, "It isn't an easy task. At all. but do not worry, we still have much to plan. this is not a task that can be completed within just a few days. This requires exstensive planning, but you just leave that to me, when i make progress in my planning, i'll return to fill you in, and maybe work out any kinks if there are any. Anyways, I suggest you get well rested, I sense the Fates plan to play a cruel card very soon for you Venari. You will not like it one bit, but for now, stay strong.....see you later."

Jack disappeared as rode upon another current of Fate, he reappeared at "his" home, the previous occupants still standing around without purpose. Jack sat down and began planning.....and he was planning with a wicked cleverness.

Patrick shrugged at his sudden disappearance. "Well we might as well just head to that hidey hole of yours Ethan. And maybe we can go to the amusement park Tommorow my treat. " he grinned a dangerous grin.

[Novia Soviet Socialist Republic]

Oleg kissed Lilly on the head "Well what about french toast? I have some of that" He smiled and opened a cupboard taking some french toast out.

Sarah shook her head "I'll be fine' I'm not sitting behind a fight" her facial expression became serious and determined.

[Fowlick]

Gabriel sighed."I see there is no deterring you. If you are fighting, then you are sticking to me. If anything happens I want to be there with you."

[Contamenesia]

Lilly nodded, "I've never had that before..." she tried to wipe the tears from her cheeks, but she was still crying, but only lightly now.

[Videssos]

Aniya sighed, "Your efforts are pointless." Aniya rushed forward, faking a punch, instead she gave him a light tap with her fingers. Nothing happened to the Sumerian being, but thats because nothing was suppose to. Aniya smiled, "You may proceed with whatever you want, no attack shall end me."

Zimudar chuckled coldly. "I don't have to end you, lilatu, just defeat you." Without warning, the enchanted black broadsword darted forward, trailing blue flames, in a cutting arc towards her chest, whilst he swung Sharur in from the other direction, the massive mace evidently able to cause quite a bit of destruction should it slam home.

Elizabeth looked at him smiling yet then shook her head. "As far as I know you can not truly kill him." She took out a piece of paper. And unfolded it reading.
"I have been born of my victim
For those I must redeem them
But for those who take their child's life
Shall be bestowed my own strife."
She cleared her throat her hands shaking. "So if you kill him then you become him as far as I've read. And as far as I've figured he was born of the Tulpa effect. So he's really strong. " She sighed. "Maybe I should just accept my fate. After all it must be for a reason. And I don't want anyone to die for me." She put on a brave face. "Maybe he'll just kill me in a few years." She stared outside of the window at the slowly descending mist.

"What If I requisition the aid of a being that cannot be affected by such a creature? I know of several Elder Gods, one of whom I've even met." Michael's voice softened, and he put a hand on her shoulder in a comforting gesture. "No one has to die. I will find a way to end him, before he gets the chance to harm you or me, or anyone else."

[Contamenesia]

Aniya sighed, "Your efforts are pointless." Aniya rushed forward, faking a punch, instead she gave him a light tap with her fingers. Nothing happened to the Sumerian being, but thats because nothing was suppose to. Aniya smiled, "You may proceed with whatever you want, no attack shall end me."

Zimudar chuckled coldly. "I don't have to end you, lilatu, just defeat you." Without warning, the enchanted black broadsword darted forward, trailing blue flames, in a cutting arc towards her chest, whilst he swung Sharur in from the other direction, the massive mace evidently able to cause quite a bit of destruction should it slam home.

Elizabeth looked at him smiling yet then shook her head. "As far as I know you can not truly kill him." She took out a piece of paper. And unfolded it reading.
"I have been born of my victim
For those I must redeem them
But for those who take their child's life
Shall be bestowed my own strife."
She cleared her throat her hands shaking. "So if you kill him then you become him as far as I've read. And as far as I've figured he was born of the Tulpa effect. So he's really strong. " She sighed. "Maybe I should just accept my fate. After all it must be for a reason. And I don't want anyone to die for me." She put on a brave face. "Maybe he'll just kill me in a few years." She stared outside of the window at the slowly descending mist.

"What If I requisition the aid of a being that cannot be affected by such a creature? I know of several Elder Gods, one of whom I've even met." Michael's voice softened, and he put a hand on her shoulder in a comforting gesture. "No one has to die. I will find a way to end him, before he gets the chance to harm you or me, or anyone else."

Aniya melted into the shadows, and reappeared behind him, several feet away. A grey cloud swarmed around her hand, then she unleashed it, with its dark whispers of madness and death. "Wow, so you have strong sorcery ability, interesting."

[Legato Venari]

Aniya sighed, "Your efforts are pointless." Aniya rushed forward, faking a punch, instead she gave him a light tap with her fingers. Nothing happened to the Sumerian being, but thats because nothing was suppose to. Aniya smiled, "You may proceed with whatever you want, no attack shall end me."

Zimudar chuckled coldly. "I don't have to end you, lilatu, just defeat you." Without warning, the enchanted black broadsword darted forward, trailing blue flames, in a cutting arc towards her chest, whilst he swung Sharur in from the other direction, the massive mace evidently able to cause quite a bit of destruction should it slam home.

Elizabeth looked at him smiling yet then shook her head. "As far as I know you can not truly kill him." She took out a piece of paper. And unfolded it reading.
"I have been born of my victim
For those I must redeem them
But for those who take their child's life
Shall be bestowed my own strife."
She cleared her throat her hands shaking. "So if you kill him then you become him as far as I've read. And as far as I've figured he was born of the Tulpa effect. So he's really strong. " She sighed. "Maybe I should just accept my fate. After all it must be for a reason. And I don't want anyone to die for me." She put on a brave face. "Maybe he'll just kill me in a few years." She stared outside of the window at the slowly descending mist.

"What If I requisition the aid of a being that cannot be affected by such a creature? I know of several Elder Gods, one of whom I've even met." Michael's voice softened, and he put a hand on her shoulder in a comforting gesture. "No one has to die. I will find a way to end him, before he gets the chance to harm you or me, or anyone else."

Elizabeth smiled. "Thanks you would do that...." Her mind was suddenly blank. Who was this stranger? "Get away from me you weirdo!" She said storming out the door.

[Videssos]

Zimudar chuckled coldly. "I don't have to end you, lilatu, just defeat you." Without warning, the enchanted black broadsword darted forward, trailing blue flames, in a cutting arc towards her chest, whilst he swung Sharur in from the other direction, the massive mace evidently able to cause quite a bit of destruction should it slam home.



"What If I requisition the aid of a being that cannot be affected by such a creature? I know of several Elder Gods, one of whom I've even met." Michael's voice softened, and he put a hand on her shoulder in a comforting gesture. "No one has to die. I will find a way to end him, before he gets the chance to harm you or me, or anyone else."

Aniya melted into the shadows, and reappeared behind him, several feet away. A grey cloud swarmed around her hand, then she unleashed it, with its dark whispers of madness and death. "Wow, so you have strong sorcery ability, interesting."

Zimudar's wraith sight easily penetrated the shadows; indeed in the shadows, he was at his element. A cloak of darkness swirled around him, creating a rippling effect in the air. The ancient Sumerian sorcerer flickered, and reappeared several meters to the left. Then he called upon the Black Wind, or Salmu Kerūkītu. The very air darkened behind Zimudar, and an unholy din of a thousand insane voices, whispering, shrieking and howling promises and threats in as many dead languages accompanied the appearance of the Black Wind, even as it moved forward, sweeping past Zimudar, a wave of strange, semi-visible, almost inky-blackness. The Black Wind kills, drains the victim's soul or drives insane, almost every living thing it comes in contact with, and it is unlikely the result would be too different here, though it might not be fatal.

The wind wept forth, blackening the very ground beneath it, growing larger and more expansive every second. It grew even louder and the voices more hateful and malevolent as it intercepted the grey cloud, consuming Aniya's dark sorcery gleefully, some of the voices laughing, others cursing, some screaming threats and battle-cries, and a vast array of other things besides. The entity had consumed a vast array of souls over millennia, and many of those trapped, insane voices had belonged to a vast array of beings, mortal and immortal alike.

Even as the Salmu Kerūkītu swept forth, Zimudar moved in the Wind's wake, Dugnamtar poised, ready to attack in one hand, and Sharur in the other. As the Wind went towards Aniya, the seemingly empty helm of the Wraith King scanned the other areas around him, maintaining a constant vigilance, and a readiness should the Bound Being somehow manage to attack from another angle without his awareness.

Zimudar chuckled coldly. "I don't have to end you, lilatu, just defeat you." Without warning, the enchanted black broadsword darted forward, trailing blue flames, in a cutting arc towards her chest, whilst he swung Sharur in from the other direction, the massive mace evidently able to cause quite a bit of destruction should it slam home.



"What If I requisition the aid of a being that cannot be affected by such a creature? I know of several Elder Gods, one of whom I've even met." Michael's voice softened, and he put a hand on her shoulder in a comforting gesture. "No one has to die. I will find a way to end him, before he gets the chance to harm you or me, or anyone else."

Elizabeth smiled. "Thanks you would do that...." Her mind was suddenly blank. Who was this stranger? "Get away from me you weirdo!" She said storming out the door.

Michael flinched in surprise when that change suddenly overcame her. "Oh, crap... It's always awkward when things like this happen..." He muttered.

[Legato Venari]

[spoiler]

Aniya melted into the shadows, and reappeared behind him, several feet away. A grey cloud swarmed around her hand, then she unleashed it, with its dark whispers of madness and death. "Wow, so you have strong sorcery ability, interesting."

Zimudar's wraith sight easily penetrated the shadows; indeed in the shadows, he was at his element. A cloak of darkness swirled around him, creating a rippling effect in the air. The ancient Sumerian sorcerer flickered, and reappeared several meters to the left. Then he called upon the Black Wind, or Salmu Kerūkītu. The very air darkened behind Zimudar, and an unholy din of a thousand insane voices, whispering, shrieking and howling promises and threats in as many dead languages accompanied the appearance of the Black Wind, even as it moved forward, sweeping past Zimudar, a wave of strange, semi-visible, almost inky-blackness. The Black Wind kills, drains the victim's soul or drives insane, almost every living thing it comes in contact with, and it is unlikely the result would be too different here, though it might not be fatal.

The wind wept forth, blackening the very ground beneath it, growing larger and more expansive every second. It grew even louder and the voices more hateful and malevolent as it intercepted the grey cloud, consuming Aniya's dark sorcery gleefully, some of the voices laughing, others cursing, some screaming threats and battle-cries, and a vast array of other things besides. The entity had consumed a vast array of souls over millennia, and many of those trapped, insane voices had belonged to a vast array of beings, mortal and immortal alike.

Even as the Salmu Kerūkītu swept forth, Zimudar moved in the Wind's wake, Dugnamtar poised, ready to attack in one hand, and Sharur in the other. As the Wind went towards Aniya, the seemingly empty helm of the Wraith King scanned the other areas around him, maintaining a constant vigilance, and a readiness should the Bound Being somehow manage to attack from another angle without his awareness.

Elizabeth smiled. "Thanks you would do that...." Her mind was suddenly blank. Who was this stranger? "Get away from me you weirdo!" She said storming out the door.

Michael flinched in surprise when that change suddenly overcame her. "Oh, crap... It's always awkward when things like this happen..." He muttered.

Elizabeth walked out the door and quickly ran across the street. She silently walked across the pavilion as the persistent mist enveloped her and faintness began to tug at her tenuous grip on reality. "Huh?" She muttered as she stumbled. This was so unlike her.

[Contamenesia]

Aniya smirked, "Let's see what other spells you have, eh?" She summoned a flame of black fire, but the stranger thing was pure evil essence and consciousness she could feel flowing through it. She threw at the Dark wind and the Sumerian Being, "I honestly don't understand what that black fire does, but lets see how it handles dark wind." But Aniya was careful, even if it didn't work, she was ready. The wind wasn't much of a concern, voices of madness were nothing compared to all her agony. and her soul was bound to this earth, she could never die nor could she be stripped of it. it was her curse. her moreover concern was the weapons in the being's hands, she had his ability of immunity to mortal weapons, but his weapons were enchanted, and while she could not die, and direct pain to her would be felt tenfold. Right now she waited to see what the strange Black Fire was all about as she sent against the Dark Wind.

[Novia Soviet Socialist Republic]

Oleg clicked his fingers and the French toast was suddenly cooked' he looked at the tattoo on his arm then back at Lilly giving her some "well get used to it love from now on your living in the high life" he took a bite out of the French toast which suppriseingly tasted alot better than normal.

Sarah sighed and smirked "you mean your sticking with me seeing as I normally have to save you" she pondered for a second "oh nevermind its the other way round" she frowned and loaded her desert eagle with HE rounds.

[Contamenesia]

Lilly blushed, then took the French Toast and took a bite. It was delicious. She smiled and took a seat, she didn't say anything while she ate, her mind was swirling with mixed thoughts and emotions. she couldn't think of anything to say....Lilly began missing the various books that she had at home, she enjoyed reading, and they were of the very few things she owned.

[Fowlick]

Gabriel frowned and took out his gun blade."Let's just get this over with so we could return to our lives."He said with a grumble.

[Novia Soviet Socialist Republic]

Oleg sighed as he finished the toast "Listen I haven't told you the whole truth about my self" he sat down and twiddled his thumbs "I killed my father' he abused us all for 18 years...I just didn't want you to think any less of me" he looked away down at the floor waiting for the insults.

Sarah nodded and followed Adrian inside and into the fortress' talking could be heard echoing through the narrow corridors followed by inhuman growls, shouting then the sound of Eldritch weaponry being fired.

[Fowlick]

Gabriel immediately jumped in front of Sarah when he heard the shots. He sighed when he realized they were distant."Sorry. Just a little protective right now with the current situation."

[Videssos]

Michael realised what was going on, as he watched a confused Elizabeth wonder away, into the fog. "Oh shit..." The werewolf rapidly sped off in pursuit, moving so quickly that the air brought up by his passage created enough of a wind to splinter the door into several hundred shards that flew out in his wake.

He stuck his hand into a pocket, and soon retrieved an ancient silver coin. It heavily resembled a Roman denarius, except for the side that usually showed a Roman emperor, there was writing in a seemingly alien script, and a hooded and cloaked figure replaced the emperor, with chains encircling the form's arms and legs. The coin itself seemed warm to the touch. Michael whispered, sending a call for the Elder God's aid, reinforced by an effort of will.
"Fallen One, Crippled God, King of Chains, I beseech your aid." He said simply.

Nearby, a tall figure remarkably akin to that on the coin shimmered into visibility. The very air around him maintained a resemblance to the static on a faulty camera, and the intense red glow from the eyes beneath a dark hood gave it an even stranger feeling. Semi-corporeal chains wrapped around his arms and legs, descended down into the earth itself, rattling oddly whenever the darkly armoured form moved. Kaminsod's cloak failed to flutter despite a faint breeze.
The Elder God turned his baleful gaze to Michael, then rasped. "Yes... I understand. Irritants such as the Slenderman should not be allowed to exist. Only I have the right to sow chaos and death, misery, suffering and destruction. Not a insignificant pest like that." He paused briefly. "It is good that you brought this to my attention, servant of mine."

The Elder God turned, and glided across the street, towards the bespelled Elizabeth, whilst Michael watched, warily, knowing that Kaminsod was the only one who could deal with the situation, not him. Any mist that neared the Fallen One met a swirling, shimmering field of grainy, flickering grey energy that consumed the mist as soon as it made contact.

Aniya smirked, "Let's see what other spells you have, eh?" She summoned a flame of black fire, but the stranger thing was pure evil essence and consciousness she could feel flowing through it. She threw at the Dark wind and the Sumerian Being, "I honestly don't understand what that black fire does, but lets see how it handles dark wind." But Aniya was careful, even if it didn't work, she was ready. The wind wasn't much of a concern, voices of madness were nothing compared to all her agony. and her soul was bound to this earth, she could never die nor could she be stripped of it. it was her curse. her moreover concern was the weapons in the being's hands, she had his ability of immunity to mortal weapons, but his weapons were enchanted, and while she could not die, and direct pain to her would be felt tenfold. Right now she waited to see what the strange Black Fire was all about as she sent against the Dark Wind.

Even as the black wind whirled towards the fire, Zimudar flickered from visibility once more. This time, he reappeared several meters away from Aniya. A wave of green light rose around him, and expanded in a sudden flash, encompassing a quarter of a mile around the Wraith King, encompassing the black wind, the dark fire, and Aniya. Time moved differently, now. It would appear to Aniya like she was moving through water, sluggish and slow in comparison to Zimudar. He lifted Dugnamtar, and a cold energy temporarily disrupted the blade's blue flames.

The energy arced through the air, expanding into a spherical wave of ice, glowing faintly. It was a little bit of sorcery taught to him from a Sidhe noble of the Winter Court, several millennia ago. The ice-wave impacted the black flame with an unnatural, screeching, ripping sound as heat and cold warred. Meanwhile, the Black Wind continued to move in slow motion, and Zimudar charged towards Aniya from the side, Dugnamtar moving forward to stab in the area of the Bound Being's throat. The Wraith King was uncertain as to how much longer the time-altering magic would last, but he hoped the advantage of speed would work for long enough. Of course, both the Sumerian sorcerer and Bound Being would notice when the strange green light coating their vision like a filmy coating, or looking underwater, disappeared.

[Legato Venari]

Michael realised what was going on, as he watched a confused Elizabeth wonder away, into the fog. "Oh shit..." The werewolf rapidly sped off in pursuit, moving so quickly that the air brought up by his passage created enough of a wind to splinter the door into several hundred shards that flew out in his wake.

He stuck his hand into a pocket, and soon retrieved an ancient silver coin. It heavily resembled a Roman denarius, except for the side that usually showed a Roman emperor, there was writing in a seemingly alien script, and a hooded and cloaked figure replaced the emperor, with chains encircling the form's arms and legs. The coin itself seemed warm to the touch. Michael whispered, sending a call for the Elder God's aid, reinforced by an effort of will.
"Fallen One, Crippled God, King of Chains, I beseech your aid." He said simply.

Nearby, a tall figure remarkably akin to that on the coin shimmered into visibility. The very air around him maintained a resemblance to the static on a faulty camera, and the intense red glow from the eyes beneath a dark hood gave it an even stranger feeling. Semi-corporeal chains wrapped around his arms and legs, descended down into the earth itself, rattling oddly whenever the darkly armoured form moved. Kaminsod's cloak failed to flutter despite a faint breeze.
The Elder God turned his baleful gaze to Michael, then rasped. "Yes... I understand. Irritants such as the Slenderman should not be allowed to exist. Only I have the right to sow chaos and death, misery, suffering and destruction. Not a insignificant pest like that." He paused briefly. "It is good that you brought this to my attention, servant of mine."

The Elder God turned, and glided across the street, towards the bespelled Elizabeth, whilst Michael watched, warily, knowing that Kaminsod was the only one who could deal with the situation, not him. Any mist that neared the Fallen One met a swirling, shimmering field of grainy, flickering grey energy that consumed the mist as soon as it made contact.

Aniya smirked, "Let's see what other spells you have, eh?" She summoned a flame of black fire, but the stranger thing was pure evil essence and consciousness she could feel flowing through it. She threw at the Dark wind and the Sumerian Being, "I honestly don't understand what that black fire does, but lets see how it handles dark wind." But Aniya was careful, even if it didn't work, she was ready. The wind wasn't much of a concern, voices of madness were nothing compared to all her agony. and her soul was bound to this earth, she could never die nor could she be stripped of it. it was her curse. her moreover concern was the weapons in the being's hands, she had his ability of immunity to mortal weapons, but his weapons were enchanted, and while she could not die, and direct pain to her would be felt tenfold. Right now she waited to see what the strange Black Fire was all about as she sent against the Dark Wind.

Even as the black wind whirled towards the fire, Zimudar flickered from visibility once more. This time, he reappeared several meters away from Aniya. A wave of green light rose around him, and expanded in a sudden flash, encompassing a quarter of a mile around the Wraith King, encompassing the black wind, the dark fire, and Aniya. Time moved differently, now. It would appear to Aniya like she was moving through water, sluggish and slow in comparison to Zimudar. He lifted Dugnamtar, and a cold energy temporarily disrupted the blade's blue flames.

The energy arced through the air, expanding into a spherical wave of ice, glowing faintly. It was a little bit of sorcery taught to him from a Sidhe noble of the Winter Court, several millennia ago. The ice-wave impacted the black flame with an unnatural, screeching, ripping sound as heat and cold warred. Meanwhile, the Black Wind continued to move in slow motion, and Zimudar charged towards Aniya from the side, Dugnamtar moving forward to stab in the area of the Bound Being's throat. The Wraith King was uncertain as to how much longer the time-altering magic would last, but he hoped the advantage of speed would work for long enough. Of course, both the Sumerian sorcerer and Bound Being would notice when the strange green light coating their vision like a filmy coating, or looking underwater, disappeared.

Elizabeth staggered walking and suddenly her nose began to bleed. "Ow what the hell." She said staunching the bleeding. She quickly took another step only to stop. There he was the Slenderman.... And he was doing what..? He had made millions of those little circles with X's. She fell to her knees and slowly so many tentacles erupted from his back that they looked like Wings. I am the one who is the murderer of my parents the one who is to kill those whom deserve it. And as of now you may be innocent child but be wary of your position for your parents are guilty of crimes beyond imagining. And now as one who wishes to overthrow me approaches I must avoid causing too much of a tryst.
Two circles erupted in the ground and he suddenly went to one of them. Come forth Fallen one and let us wage this war of ours elsewhere.

[Minarchist States Of Equality]

Ethan wasn't quite sure what had just happened so he just said "Sure... let's go." in a soft voice. He began to walk back towards the road where he left 'his' motorcycle.

[Contamenesia]

Lilly turned to Oleg, "I don't blame you.....I don't remember my parents, in fact I can't remember anything before the age of nine. I was told they were dead, but I never saw their bodies, no funeral, no pictures. And every Foster home that took me in hated me. They hated me, but they would never tell what I did wrong...." Lilly paused. "If your father was so bad, then I don't care that you killed him."

Aniya stared at this stunt, it was most certainly a clever pull of events. But Aniya had one last trick, however, this one would hurt, she waited for the blade to come close, just enough, and then she grabbed it, and pulled, she pulled the blade past her neck but not through and then she grabbed the Sumerian's hand. then she grabbed her collar and tried to remove it.

Just as she planned, it activated, sending a sheer wave of unimaginable agony through her body, and through the connection, all through out the Sumerian. It would not matter even if one was immune to the mortal pains of this world, or lacked a mortal body, this was different, this was the agony and torment sent by God himself to punish her, and now for this moment, the Sumerian being was forced to share it with her.

[Novia Soviet Socialist Republic]

Oleg looked up and gave a sympathetic smile "thank you for understanding" he stood up and pulled a bar of Cadbury chocolate from the cupboard and offered it to Lilly "I'm sure you have had this before its some of the best chocolate on the market in my opinion" he put the kettle on to make two cups of tea.

Adrian carried on walking regardless' Sarah sighed and pushed past Gabriel' eventually getting to a large chamber where 3 Eldritch Devils were holding off against Ghouls armed with crudely made bows and spears.