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Frea looked around at the complete blackness. She could feel a stone floor beneath her feet but... there was no light. Crap, I screwed up... She calmed herself slightly before igniting a small flame at her fingertips. She was in a cold stone room... it looked like it had been deserted for... years... decades... maybe even centuries "Right... I need to Bind to this room..." Using Oniu, she cut a slight slit on her wrist, collecting blood in her other hand. The wound closed quickly as she crouched down, starting to work on a simple diagram, using her own blood like ink. I refuse to get lost... My next target has to be here somewhere and I'll be damned if I can't find it!

Astriann stopped, her fur having gone out some time ago. Caught in all the chaos that had unfolded, Astrianna was forced to do the one thing she hated to do above all else in a situation like this.

She stopped and relaxed. The demonic aura had simply vanished, without so much as a flare of magic; A transportation, or a containment, Even so, magic that neat and tidy couldn't be developed, simply bred. So that narrowed it down to one of several thousand magic-sensitive species in the known realities. Great.

Astrianna didn't have the resources or the magic left to start searching dimensions, so she had to hope that the demon was sucked into a temperospatial singularity. Put crudely, a pocket dimension; a world inside a world. The probem was that only the dimension's creator can open and shut the portal. And as for who or what that was, Astrianna could only speculate. The only thing she was sure of...

She was going to need bigger guns, proverbially speaking, of course. She reached into one of her robes pockets and pulled out a small phial of blueish-clear liquid. She drank the potion quickly, and felt a familiar weightlessness as the teleportation took over. When she opened her eyes, she was in a dark stone room, the walls lined with weapons and items of varying styles and types, all humming with powerful ancient magic.

The Keepers Armoury. Astrianna couldn't help but crack a wicked grin.

suddenly, the infectious puss began to ooze out from the wound as a third-world laughter seemed to come from nowhere. "you think i would die to mere scum like you? i can't die, not to the likes of you." the voice spoke, seeming oddly familiar. suddenly, Arucards head rose, "i won't die!" he said as he quickly pulled his gun up to the were-wolfs' head and pulled the trigger.

Frea completed the spell easily. It was the first one she had ever learnt of course... She didn't allow herself to fall into her memories. There would be plenty of time for that after she dies... if she dies. She grinned and began feeling outwards with her magic, getting a rough outline in her mind. It was a maze... no problem. She grinned evilly and aimed her hand, palm flat outwards, at the wall. There was a barely perceivable ripple of arcane energy as it imploded, spraying the floor with dust and tiny bits of rubble.

Unknown to her... whatever guardian resided here felt that faint tingle of magic in the air... and rose from it den to hunt...

OOC: Robert is going to have to love me for what I'm about to pull off... *hint-hint*

OOC: I deleted the post I had here before because I thought Master Grim gave me the cue to do something with the labyrinth and it's monster. after re-reading his post I found that this was not the case and deleted my post. Here's something else in it's place.

IC: On the ship, still hiding and meditating in the cargo hold, Robert pondered where the armor might be.

The place where blood was shed for the first time in the name of Chaos.

He thought back, to the various histories and half-remembered truths and myths about the world pertaining to this. He remembered the story of Morkar the Uniter, the first great champion of the Dark Gods and the campaign he led to conquer the known world. While finding the site of the first battle he fought would make sense, Robert thought that perhaps he shed blood on the rise to power and that would be the most likely place to look. The stories of Morkar the Uniter are believed to be over 10,000 years old, some would say beyond human reckoning. Robert had decided that the best place to look would be the cradles of human civilization.

Taking out the Eye of Sherrian, he looked into it to confirm this suspicion.

Frea looked with way down the stone maze corridor. Nothing definitive... but there was a slow... breathing... coming from somewhere. It was close... She shuddered and turned back to the room she had just exited... and froze "Oh fuck..." The guardian was nothing more than a skeleton... but it's armor, sword and shield were all impressive. Before it lunged, she saw the markings on the shield and almost neglected to dodge. This was no ordinary sentinel... it was Morkar! His myth had been whispered all over Hell for tens of thousands of years! She couldn't help but panic, and flee deeper into the maze...

Looking into the Eye of Sherrian, Robert's heart sank once again, weighted down with growing anger. "Damn it all!" He shouted as he witnessed a female, a creature of hell, a pale imitation of the Deamonettes of Slaanesh, the Prince of Excess running from the animated remains of Morkar the Uniter.

"If I am really your Everchosen, then you will send me to destroy this wench and help me claim what's mine!" Robert screamed to the gods of Chaos.

All of a sudden, the air shimmered and swirled about Robert. This grew and intensified to such a point that the very floor itself seemed to turn to liquid, which Robert fell through. The next thing he knew he was in a dark stone corridor the same that he had seen in the Eye. Smiling, he drew his scimitar from his bag and began the hunt for Morkar, for only he who defeats his reanimated bones may claim the armor and weapons that covered them.

As he laid there in the disguise of the old laidy a devious plot grew within his sedistic mind. Grinning widely he hopped out of the bed and went to the phone clearing his voice as he dialed the number for room service. "Hello?...Is this room service?...Oh good..Could you bring me up a little snacky-poo?...Oh thank you dear." Slamming the reciever down he quickly got ready.

No more than six minutes had passed and there was a knock at the door and young woman's voice said "Room service." "C-comming dear." he said in the old woman's voice as he openned the door to the tendent. "Oh thank you I was so hungry...here have a tip.." he slowly changed the head to the raptor growling deeply "..dont scream!" his tail swished across the neck of the tendent slitting her throat and a gush of blood sprayed from the neck "...pricelesssss." he licked his lips. "Well onto my next stop." The raptor leaped out of the hotel's window down into the streets and swiftly moved out of sight within the shadows of the night.

Frea ducked under a heavy swing of the bony protector's sword, almost having her hair shaven off "Now I'm fucking pissed!" She took the oppertunity to swing Oniu upwards. There was a loud cracking as the arm holding the sword simply broke off! "What the...?" She sidestepped as it tried to hit her with it's shield and, using a similar motion, she snapped off that limb as well "Heaven and Hell, this thing is pathetic!" She grinned, picking up the shield "I've always wanted to have this... heheh..." She laughed and, bringing Oniu up for an overhead swing, slammed the blade into Morkar's neck, the aged tendons snapping easily. It was almost comical how the remainder of the body stumbled blindly "Oh, I'm sorry... can't you see now? Maybe I can help you out of your misery..." She grinned, touching the armor with her fingertips, and expelled a concussion into it, turning the remaining bones to dust. She was left holding the armor in one hand, looking it over "Is this really what I'm supposed to get? Hmph... not much..." She looked back at the shield, which she had put down to deal with Morkar. It took her only a second more to notice that the writings on Oniu had changed again "Hm? ... something about... Chaos?" She laughed devilishly "I'm starting to enjoy this..."

OOC: :P No such luck, Robert...

Dmitri found the raptor's actions repulsive as he followed him silently, never breaking his psychic track on him. Surely the Master intends for me to destroy him, and not to recruit him...

Dmitri... His Master's voice echoed in his mind. Continue to surveil this Rick Razar. I know his actions seem excessive, but there will come a time when his reckless violence will be of more use than your caution. The feather touch of his Master's mind was gone.

"Hmph," Dmitri spat. "Perhaps a little pugilism with this raptor will prove whose mettle is more useful to the Master." He continued to trail the raptor, fully intent on confronting him next time.