A Search For Humanity

[Ixyanarosir]

I flap my wings lazily, hovering above Omadon.

"Well, despite your freakishly ugly appearance, lich, I have been asked by a certain Chronomancer to make sure your unlife ends today."

[Machiavelli]

Mac stays quiet and waits for his chance. He steps gingerly through the gates and on into the icy palace. He makes no sound and is able to keep from being seen. He searches for the pregnant dog. For the whelp Jareth to take back to his master.

He finally spots her running towards the main hall. He steps out and reveals himself to her.

"Hello Jareth. Kaschei requests...no demands an audience with you. Please resist i have wanted to take you down a notch ever since you gave my sorcerer physical favors."

He laughs and looks at her with purple flames dancing within his eyes.

[Omadon]

"Kaschei sent you did he? Well I'm afraid that I am going to have to report this to our supierors. I don't believe that Lin-sat likes his Ministers to wage private wars on one another."

[Jareth]

Jareth skids to a halt as she recognizes Kascheis dragon.

I have no desire to see that not a very nice person right now. I am happy and wish to stay here. Please inform him that i will not be able to join him. That is if you survive. You see i am not the poor 'whelp' you remember wyrm. I am so much more now. Take your best shot. I was Kascheis lapdog for too long...i think i will let you play doggie for awhile.

She is scared nutsless but holds her composure.

~Omadon it seems we have company in the palace as well as whatever you are dealing with.~

[Ixyanarosir]

I smile, barring my teeth at the lich before me.

"I think you have much more important things to worry about, such as saving your pathetic skin. Or whatever is left of it, anyways."

I watch the progress of my undead minions as they scale the castle to attack the necromancer's forces.

[Machiavelli]

"Tsk tsk tsk Jareth...Have you forgotten who made you what you are today? If not for my master you would still be some ragged half wolf demon shrine maiden. He has made you so much more. I bet even your beloved Omadon would not have given you a second thought had you been as you were before. And as for playing doggie...you are such a better pregnant dog than i dearie. I think i will leave the lap dog part to you."

He moves to her his eyes blazing. He hopes that he can just overpower her somehow. Kaschei doe not want her harmed or killed. Which dissapointed him greatly.

[Omadon]

((You miss understand the structure of Northrend. It is a cavern below the earth, not a castle. They must get through the gates and work their way downwards.))

Omadon remains composed. "Your threats are interesting. But your necromantic arts are limited. Zombies? Ghouls? You have done nothing but animate a dozen graveyards and thrown them at me. You are a novice at best."

He brushes his fingers on his robes. Calm yourself Morrighan. I will do all that is in my power to keep you safe.

"My skin is not a concern. Is there a reason why the Minister of Terror has sent one of his many overly zealous minions to try and kill me?"

[Ixyanarosir]

((Sorry about that, we'll just say they're trying to break down the gate then.))

I shrug as my minions pound on the gates.

"He didn't see fit to tell me. All I know is I'm supposed to kill you, and that's good enough for me.

[Omadon]

"This is a shame. You have potential, dragon, though no sense of style yet. I would have gladly made you an apprentice. You could have learned so much of the Art from my leasons. Instead you follow Kaschei. He lets his emotions and his lust for dark power cloud his sight. That has always been the difference between us. He was always stronger, but I always had more to show for my work. Too bad he's such a prick or we could have been friends."

Omadon glances back at the gates and the army of undead pounding on them. The gates were mostly for show but there were enchantments in place. Still, they wouldn't hold much longer.

"Is this worth your skin? Because that is what I intend to ask Lin-sat for when you fail at this pathetic little rebellion. You haven't mentioned your master by name, I have no proof he sent you, but I have seen you, and have everything right to demand action on the part of the government against you for this attack on government property."

[Ixyanarosir]

I smirk.

"How do you know this wasn't ordered by a higher power?" I ask slyly.

"You bipeds are all the same. Always thinking that everyone is on your side. Foolishness."

[Valodya Bassarov]

"Kaschei had something to do with it. I don't know what to do for him. I hope he is okay..." Bassarov says with concern.

[Omadon]

"Very well. I will offer one last warning: leave now, and return your half finished army to their graves and I will forget this foolishness. Otherwise, I will rend your undead to tiny pieces, send you back to Kaschei with your tail between your legs, and then inform the Prime Minister of all this." Omadon folds his arms behind his back and looks up at the dragon, awaiting an answer.

[Devin]

Devin had been distraught all day. His thoughts lay in shambles, and his body showed it. He had fallen down many times from not paying attention to where he was going. At one point a group of thugs decided to have some fun, and took turns beating him. Fortunately they did not aim for the face, so he did not look like the living dead when he went to an Inn to acquire a room for the night. Without having a permanent place to stay, this would have to do for now. He unlocked the door and took a step in the small room. The lights were off, and the switch seemed to elude him. Finally he found it and illuminated the dark room to reveal a scene that made him wish he had left it off.
As soon as the lights went on, the floor moved as insects and rodents scattered across the room to find shelter under anything they could. This included the bed. The floors looked terrible, as if they had not been cleaned or vacuumed in ages. The small counter and sink were caked with a brown sticky substance Devin later found to be a form of moss. The bed thank heavens, was actually clean, though Devin tested this by smell and feel. He thanked the stars he did not have to use the bathroom, having carefully avoided that particular area of the room the whole time, and climbed into bed.

After having set his body to rest, he realized that his mind was a bit more stubborn. He lay there thinking yet again about how the girl named Lucky had reacted to him, what she had said, and what she had done. What she was still doing. He tried to grasp what she said, but found it as difficult as trying to hold onto a rubber ball soaked with oil. He knew, much to his disappointment, that he would be thinking of this all night long. He resigned himself to yet another night without sleep, and continued to think about it, even though he wished not too.

[Ixyanarosir]

I laugh.

"I have no fear of you or whatever whining you might do. Show me your power, lich!"

[Jareth]

As he lunges for her he grabs her arm. His clawed hands digging deep into her flesh. A type of ecto plasmic fluid trailing from the wounds. Her anger and pain and fear drive her to the edge. A place she has not been in a long time. A dark black aura escapes from her and her eyes glow a bright golden.

Fool. You were not here before the time reversal. You were obviously not informed about my powers. I suggest you reconsider your attempts here.

She laughs as she is overcome but pride and vengence. Her old sweet self melts away and this new one is cold and maniacal. She laughs and wrenches her arm free her flesh coming in tatters.

She faces him and with her telekenisis she slams into him with a force powerful enough to break his jaw. all the time she laughs maniacally.