Ame Damnee The Clock Tower

Wroth
Town Square

Wroth at the command grabbed the chain his muscles tensing a little as he put all his strength into pulling and with a sudden powerful Jerk the chains around the Golems head were pulling into it at a alarming speed. After a just a second the chain combined with Wroth's strength was enough to decapitate the large threat, lava started to poor out of the stump that was the golems like blood. Wroth wasn't done though as soon as the head landed Wroth charged with at it and with all his might he kicked it into the distant sky. "And stay out!" He yelled as the head disappeared from view.

The golem’s body appeared to collapse, crumbling into nothing more than a smoldering pile of rocks. Any of the other smaller golems that remained seemed to do the same, falling apart and returning to the earth from whence they came. Around the same time, the clouds slowly crossed over the sun, and The City of the Damned returned to the same cold, gloomy state one could expect for that time of the year. Even in victory, however, there were always costs…

Errol
The Clocktower, Town Square

With the biggest golem gone and done, the rest of the golems were suddenly reduced into a pile of stones. Errol stared at his knives with a frown. "Stabbing" stones with knives truly is not advisable, considering how bent and dull his knives had now become. Perhaps he should consider going to a blacksmith to sharpen it, or perhaps get better equipment. Sure, he had killed perhaps a dozen of the smaller golems amidst the chaos, but he couldn't help but feel... lacking. Assassination is very different from combat, and it's now apparent on which side he lacks the skills in. Sighing, he walked towards Xena as she was finishing up a woman's arm. Nil walked toward him and nuzzled a little against his cheek. Errol patted the wolf's fur almost affectionately.

Suddenly, Nil growled. The wolf took a step back, shaking its head as if it's in pain, before whining and dissolving into a gray shadow on the ground. The gray shadow, as usual, crept back up Errol and settled, nestled on his body once again. Errol frowned, as he tugged at his shirt to stare at the familiar. "Nil?" he asked, a hint of worry on his tone. "Nil, are you alright?"

No response. Errol has a bad feeling about it. He glanced at Xena, who looked quite concerned as well.

Wroth
Town Square

Changing back into his childlike form, he started to feel the top of his head start to hurt.... like really hurt. Like a brain freeze from drinking too many cold beers yet still going because you can't help how good the taste is. Rubbing the back of his head he thought that he might hear Legion again luckily it seemed like the thing has gone away. "o my head..." rubbing his temples as a way to relieve the pain. Sure the golems got some shots in on his head, but they didn't register perhaps he didn't feel it because he was in the zone as it where. All Wroth knew is that his skull felt horrible. "Maybe Xena will..."

Again!?! Why was he clinging to her?! he had only known her a day and most of it was him asleep her Ass monkey putting him under some hypnosis than having to be carried into her clinic, him... sweating out of his eyes, his chest getting cut open and a Bard who seemed to be more out of it than he was at that time!!.... But maybe that's the reason. She put up with him. Lillith hired him and keeps him around, but she's just using him to watch after a son she couldn't give a rats balls for... But Xena was honestly nice to him seemed to be strict when threatened but nice maybe she wasn't like Typhon or those others that hurt and used him. Maybe. He had been so lost in thought that he didn't notice that he walked straight up to her and Galizur. "fuck!..... Xena my head feels like how he looks (points to Galizur) can you do anything ? and who's that bitch? (points to Lila)" he felt again around his head. Only to feel 2 little nubs, like underdeveloped horns.

"This bitch's name is Lila. It's a pleasure to meet you." She stood rubbing at her newly healed arm. She looked over at the decimation of the square. "Dang, I can't tell if the square looks like this because of you or the golems." She joked, her eyes slightly wide at the damage done to the fair. This had to be one of the most historical festivals to date. She glanced over noticing Galizur for the first time after he had been tossed like nothing into the wall. Despite earlier encounter, she was glad to see he was okay, after all, who knew the number of casualties that came from this attack. This city didn't need another. "Now I need to find my chain. It's a sturdy one." she said, scanning the area before spotting it and pocketing it back into her pouch.

Xena Mythriel Al'vyon
The Clocktower, Town Square

Xena was distracted from Nil's unnatural behavior as Wroth walked in on the scene, clutching his head. She stood up and have him sit down, so she can easily access the area he was complaining about. She parted his hair, feeling around, and then blinked, surprise in her expression as she stared at the two nubs that seem to be growing out of Wroth's head. "Horns." she murmured, and then giggled. "Way to find your way to puberty, Wroth, you're finally growing horns!" Just how old is he though, anyway? She could only wonder.

Wroth
Town Square

"Pu-be-rtie? What is that? And I already have horns." He transformed into his bulky daemon form to show the two bull-like horns growing out of his forehead and then changed back. "ow!" grabbed them again "why does it hurt worse when I get all demonic? This is like that time I drank 79 bottles of booze!"

Xena Mythriel Al'vyon
The Clocktower, Town Square

Xena gasped indignantly. "You aren't supposed to drink 79 bottles of booze! That's gonna do horrible things to your body, even for a daemon!" she said as she checked his head again. "Hmm... I don't see any problem with the growth, it doesn't seem unnatural but..." she hesitated. "Hey, Wroth, which is your original form anyway? This or the bulky one you use for fighting? Thinking about it now, its strange that one of your forms has no horns while the other already has a fully developed one. Almost like..." she trailed off. Almost like... the daemon and this twelve year old are different people. She studied Wroth a little critically, remembering Legion. Wroth is an oddball, a mystery she's been finding hard to solve. In the end though, she shrugged the idea off. It couldn't be.

Wroth
Town Square

"... thats a good question. I didn't know i could turn into the big form 14 years ago when i was a Gladiator." Actually, was this boy his real form ? Was the big form his real one? And o sweet lucifer! "gahh!" he grabbed his head again some blood trickling down as his horns finally popped out of his head covered in his blood that scorched some of the sidewalk they sat at luckily it didn't get on anyone. "Gahh. Ahhh." he felt a wave of pleasure as they came out almost like his entire body was dipped in a large tub of warm water. The new horns extended upwards and were smaller than his two bull horns when in Daemon form. "ahhh much better..." the euphoria that was on his childs face was almost adorable.

Galizur, as played by Meliodas

Galizur didn’t need to regain his strength. Although his mother was hardly proud of him, he was still the son of an Envoy, so his body didn’t need much time to recuperate. If you were to look at him, you wouldn’t have even been able to tell he had been hurt at all. The boy was tough and possessed an unrivaled sense of determination. It wasn’t like him to give up, even when the world was against him.

With the golem dead, Galizur stood there rather aimlessly, confused. Many would have mistaken his behavior as an aftereffect of the trauma, but in truth, he struggled to understand his visions. He had seen the attack coming. The question was, why? What was the point of all this? It was as if the gods themselves had intervened, yet none of it seemed to add up. That was when he remembered… “Got to run!” Galizur exclaimed before rushing off towards the temple.

Xena Mythriel Al'vyon
The Clocktower, Town Square

Xena chuckled at Wroth's expression of relief, glad that he was feeling better. She was startled though, when Galizur started running off. "Wait!" she exclaimed, but he's already far away. Xena sighed. Well, at least he's already feeling well enough to actually run. She glanced at Errol, who seemed to still look concerned and bothered, possibly because of Nil. Xena gathered her stuff and stood up. "Any luck of him helping me out again?"

Errol shook his head. "He's not responding to me." he murmured.

Xena sighed. There are a lot of places to be, and having a four foot tall giant of a wolf to help you move around the city would be very helpful. But it can't be helped. "Please give him my gratitude. Though, I need to tend to all the other people injured from the attack. I tried to save the dire ones in the midst of battle but... I hope nobody died." she said, uneasily. She was about to go, but then she noticed a bruise peeking out from his shirt. She made a frown, and then suddenly demanded. "Take off your shirt."

Errol blinked. "Why?"

"Just hurry up and do it."

He did as he was told. And just as she feared, there it was, a horrible, enormous bruise extending from his chest to his left shoulder. It was red-purplish, and seemed to be looking worse and worse by the second. She gave him a reprimanding look, but Errol looked more surprised than she was at his injury. "Why didn't you tell me?" she asked, with a frown as she started healing him.

"I... honestly did not feel it." he simply said. "A golem must have hit me pretty hard. But it's no big deal... I'm fine, really." he insisted, but Xena just continued working on his bruise. She worked efficiently, and was done within the minute, as usual. "There, there." she said with a smile. "Now, I have new orders, Errol--"

Errol suddenly looked alert as he wore his shirt again.

"Go to the Sanctuary and get my supplies. A lot of them. Bandages, ointments, medicine, everything. Talk to every injured person on the way and tend to them, you can do that, right?" He nodded. He had been assisting her in the Sanctuary for so long that he knew the basics by heart. Xena continued. "If it's something so bad that they need my healing, get me immediately. But I imagine the damage would be centralized around here, so I'll be staying in this area. But my medical supplies are not enough for everyone. I want them here as soon as possible."

Errol simply nodded eagerly. Xena smiled. "Thank you, E."

And with that, she was off to run to her next patient. It was strange to think that the day for festivities turned out to be a day of chaos. She sighed. This will be a very long day.

Wroth
Town Square

even though blood was trickling down his head and some of his skull seemed to fly off were the horns grew he didn't care, his body felt so good right now. "Ahh. I feel much better. It almost makes this shitty day feel... pleasant." However after he said that he started to hear a low pop and start seeing dots. "the fuck." shaking his head he finally was seeing normal again, and started to feel tired... so tired.. very very tired. "i...i... think i'm gonna.... lie-" his face smashed into the concrete and than snoring loudly, he didn't seem to be dreaming at all i fact... he was out cold, however his new horns started to pulse with energy coming it looked like inky black with, crimson mixed with white.

Eddie Toorn - Town Square

The daemon had done exactly as Eddie instructed him too, however it seemed the idiot wanted to cause more destruction then that golem had by kicking it through a set of buildings in the distance. Eddie thought he might have to put that oaf down as well but was relieved when Wroth finally fell unconscious, it meant he had less to deal with. He caught the eye of that strange dark elf with the whip sword, he could feel the power of rage emanating off of her and made a mental note to not get on her bad side in the future.

With a wink to Aeriseth, as if to say I told you my plan would work, he turned his attention over to Lila who's arm was healed and was currently trying to retrieve all of her chain that was used. As he approached her he began to speak. "Well this certainly wasn't the way I had planned to reveal my angelic form, but I dare say we've made a good name for ourselves, haven't we darling?" He helped her to retrieve the rest of the chain as he finished his statement.

Chandra Eclav - The Clock Tower; Town Square

Chandra continued to fight the golems surrounding her until they finally collapsed into nothing but rubble on the brick of the town square as if never existing to begin with. Her attention moved from the newly formed piles of rubble and to where the giant golem once stood, now seeing that it was missing a head and collapsing as well. "Well that's disappointing, and here I was just beginning to have some fun" Chandra scoffed, speaking aloud. The blood red that filled her eyes began to retreat back into her iris's; her eyes appeared normal once again and the rage emanating from her body disappeared. She sighed, willing Libidine back into its sword form and returning it to her hip.

The dark elf turned to face the group growing in size not far from her. Either everyone knew each other or they were just being friendly with one and other, Chandra did not understand why people conglomerated in the face of chaos. Her eyes jerked to the winged man who glanced in her direction and watched as he landed with the rest of the group, the one with that weird music, what does he want I wonder. Chandra smirked slightly and began to casually walk in the direction of the group.

Taran Caelis Titan, as played by Meliodas

The ancient vampire had been cornered into the palace in New Eden, protecting Princess Elva during the attack in which the undead had sacked the city. He sensed Xena’s distress in Abaddon but didn’t manage to reach out to her until now. It pained him to be so far from her, disconnected without the means to protect her, yet everything he did was for her – even if she didn’t know it. Both cities being under siege had to have been more than just a coincidence, and Taran had his suspicions as to who was behind it; unfortunately, he wasn’t in a position to do much about it. However, it did concern him that he wasn’t consulted prior to the shenanigans so that he could have better secured his interests. While he possessed many abilities that he had come to hone in his long life, being in two places at once was still something he had yet to master.

Coming up behind Xena, the rugged looking vampire, Taran, better known to many as Titan, tapped the woman on her shoulder. Many daemons knew of Taran, especially since he was the first vampire created under the Envoy, Alexander. Xena, in particular, had been… a student of his, as far as anyone knew. In truth, she was a critical part of his life and the one thing that drove every decision he’d made up until that point. “Xena…? I came as quick as I could…”

"We may have." She smiled, looking at Eddie. She quickly pocketed the chain and gave a sigh. "I'm glad that's whatever this was is over." She scanned the battered Square glancing over at the unconscious demon, shaking her head. She was sure he did more damages to the city than the golems did, even to the fact he ripped out a hole in the street.

Xena Mythriel Al'vyon
The Clocktower, Town Square

Xena was just finishing up on her patient as she felt the tap on her shoulder. Thinking it was just Errol, she smiled, and made the final touches on her patient, making sure they're all better. "Back already? Good, I'll need a bit of your help, Errol, so please---" she trailed off as she turned, blinking in surprise. It was someone different, a person she did not recognize immediately, but when she did, she couldn't help but panic a little, quite embarrassed on her mistake. She had not seen him for a while. "Taran---" she started, but stopped herself, internally biting her tongue. It has been a common mistake she so tries to correct. He's her mentor for Aditi's sake, she shouldn't be too familiar! Taran Caelis Titan is an important man, one that has earned his merits and deserves all her respect. But calling him 'Taran', for some reason, have always felt natural. "I didn't know you'd be around, sir Titan." she said carefully, correcting herself. "I thought you'd be in New Eden, or something... ah, right. You must have heard about the attacks..." she trailed off, staring at his face. "Are you feeling well? You look a little... distraught." Realizing she just said that, she backtracked quickly."Oh! I don't mean to pry, or anything."

Aeriseth
Town Square

It wasn't long before the golem was defeated, and its enormous body crumbled into nothing more than hot rocks and dust. She had managed to get through the entire encounter without suffering any bodily harm. The same could not be said for many of the other city's residents, however. But despite their suffering, she did not feel a thing. In fact, she was almost jealous, in a way. It had been a long while since The Temptress had felt any actual pain herself, and she missed the feeling. It was so arousing to think of how the wounds would burn and sting her body... She watched many of her subjects on the ground, suffering from their misfortune. Most of them hadn't even tried to fight - they were simply targeted and overwhelmed by the smaller beasts. That was another thing. All of them had disappeared, too. She hadn't even had the chance to attack any before they were gone... What a let-down.

Lowering herself to the ground with her massive wings, Aeriseth smoothed her blonde hair back and let the feathers disappear in a glow of pink light. She looked towards Alexander, smirking and passing by him with a wink. "You looked so cool out there, Alex~" With that comment, she made her way over to where their healer, Xena, was. Wroth, Eddie, Lila, and a dark elf stood there as well. "Good work, all of you." She told them, but glanced at Wroth out of the corner of her eye with a glare. "You just barely escaped punishment from nearly decimating my city. Be grateful." Casting him one last condescending look, she took a quick glance around the area and noticed Galizur had left. Strange. Well, at least he could actually stand, if that was the case. Maybe he was a bit less of a disappointment than she thought.

"The festival is off. Repairs will have to be made, bodies will have to be buried..." She murmured these things to herself as she walked off, thinking of the families who would demand reparation for the loss of their loved ones. So annoying... Of course, Aeriseth would just make Alexander deal with all of that complicated stuff himself. Down the street she went, passing by corpses and the bodies of those who were close to death. Her eyes faded back to their original golden color, ignoring the whimpers and pleas that could be heard beneath her. For now, she was headed towards her manor, to make sure it hadn't been damaged by those creatures... But she couldn't shake the feeling that something bad had happened - something more troubling than the sudden appearance of the golem. On Ethos, no less.

Taran Caelis Titan, as played by Meliodas

“Yes… the attack.” Taran imagined that both cities were unaware of the fact that they had both been conveniently attacked at the same time. He was unsure whether it was wise to point out such a fact, so, he kept that information to himself. “I was… tied up… but I wanted to be here to make sure you were alright.” If anything had happened to Xena, truthfully, Taran wasn’t sure what he would do with himself. Throughout his life, he had encountered unbearable heartache and regret, but nothing would compare to the loss of Xena. She could never know the truth of her importance to him or her importance in the game that was afoot. That wouldn’t stop Taran however from doing everything in his power to protect her.

“Distraught…?” He’d hardly realized he lost a bit of his composure. “Oh, fine! Yes, I’m fine. Just concerned is all. Seems you have your hands full…” In a lot of ways, Taran appeared to be almost uncomfortable, almost as if he wasn’t sure how to talk to her.

Noticing Wroth on the ground, his eyes narrowed. Is that...? It had been some time since he saw the 'King of Runes' - even if the poor creature no longer knew who Taran was or knew much about himself either for that matter. In a different age and era, Wroth was one of the best, his talents renown the world over.

Wroth
Town Square

The smoky energy from his horns started to expand out 6 feet away from his body, the energy that was floating seemed creepy yet beautiful at the same time with an odd shape that resembled. chains ? Soon it started to Wrap around Wroth's body surrounding his sleeping form it started to spiral around him faster and faster like a caterpillar spinning its thread to make a chrysalis. As it started to slow down the energy took physical form it was a black, white and red Spiral of some kind made of smooth stone about 6 feet tall that held Wroth inside. it looked like a big stone Cocoon.