Ame Damnee The Clock Tower

Errol
The Clocktower, Town Square

"Because you just came out of that enormous cocoon looking like a very ugly version of a butterfly.... without the wings." Errol said simply as he gave him a blank look. "Now get dressed, as my Master says..." he trailed off glancing at Xena, who still looked distressed. "And... excuse me." his expression faltered, as he tried his best not to laugh once more. Finally, he let go of his act and just stated simply with an amused grin. "Just wear the goddamn coat, Wroth. For Xena's sake."

Wroth
Town Square

Wroth was annoyed at Errol wanting to shove his fist down that damn pricks mouth hole, yet he didn't want to distress Xena so with an annoyed sigh he did as Errol said. "Being ordered around by a slave. What has the world come to? Also Cocoon? Butterfly? What the fuck are you blathering about?" Wroth couldn't really recall what happened after he grew his horns, only that he felt. Really damn good and then a tingling sensation in his head.... In fact, he felt that same sensation again and finally noticed a light coming from his head. "What the hell?" reaching up with his hand to inspect the tingling, only to get shocked by whiteness. quickly pulling his hand back and having an almost expressionless look on his visage it didn't hurt at all, he wasn't angry from the shock but calm. Like the rage was numbed by the shock. Wroth couldn't see without a mirror but right now his two new horns were generating some sort of white electricity.

Xena Mythriel Al'vyon
The Clocktower, Town Square

The electricity looked very strange in between his head, almost looking like a weird halo from the distance. Xena stared at Wroth. As the feeling of being flustered disappeared from her system, a sense of worry came to her. Seeing Wroth in this older form is unsettling to her, strange. Even... familiar. She had no idea why, but there's a sense of uneasiness that swept through her being. Regardless, she tried to smile, albeit it looked quite forced and awkward. "You should probably... look into a mirror soon." she said, as she took out a handkerchief from her pack and handed it to him. "You look... different. Well, older, to say the least. And here, wipe the goo from your face." She then made a thinking expression, looking as if she was trying to figure out something. "That's strange. I've never seen something quite like this before. I mean, your horns---"
Xena's words were cut off when a man who was her patient suddenly approached them. "Miss Xena, have you heard the news?" he looked distressed.

Xena frowned and shook her head. "What news?"

"The Daemon's cradle is gone! Lucifer help us! The stone has been stolen!"

Xena made a disbelieving look. Impossible... It should be guarded well, the city's most prized possession. How could it possibly--- No. Now that she thought about it, it made perfect sense. With the festival of Ethos today, and the commotion with the golems here in the Clocktower and possibly everywhere else, it must have been the perfect time to steal the stone. Almost too perfect...

Wroth
Town Square

Looked down at the handkerchief for a brief moment thinking that it looked rather small especially for the purpose of cleaning his face yet he strangely complied. Usually, I'd just throw it back at her face and make a comment about shoving it up her ass or cunt... Why am I doing what she says!? fuck why am I doing what her slave says!? I'm fucking Wroth!! the biggest badest daemon in Abbadon and personal guard to Lilliths milk stain of a son, yes she just did to make herself look good.. but still! I've been too much of a pushover around her time to throw my own weight around!... After I'm done cleaning my face.

Finally getting behind his head and cleaning around his ears he turned to Xena about to say. "Hey, I!....." It was then he got a good look at her face it was so... Beautiful? Yes, very combined with the chocolate curls of hair running down her back and shoulders, and her skin was so fair and white like fine silk which paired great with her small and attractive frame. He never noticed how nice she smelled before, well he did but right now she smelt better than before "I.....I.....I.....I" His face felt hot and his tongue felt like a led weight however after awhile he finally said something after he felt like all eyes were on him. " Shut up, Idiot!"In a very strange and awkward moment, he folded his arms his face crimson and his head turning away from Xena.

"The Daemon's cradle is gone! Lucifer help us! The stone has been stolen!"

Wroth almost didn't hear that but even though his body has changed his senses were still sharp as ever. "Stolen? Crazy fool!" Wroth barked at the man finally regaining his composure. "Even a plep like you should know that the Cradle is heavily guarded and in a location that is only known to the envoys."

Chandra Eclav - The Clock Tower; Townsquare, approaching Xena, Wroth, and Errol.

Chandra lazily walked out of The Two Talisman's Tavern, her eyes returning to normal from her previous act of mischief. The woman didn't look impressed by any means, and seemed somewhat distraught, useless brat, ruining the whole fun in that damn bar. I didn't even get to finish my bevvy while everyone fought each other. I hope that amazon kills him... The dark elf stopped mid-stride, watching the scene in the town square between a man, a weird creature, and a wonderous looking woman. Oh my, what do we have here? A trio, or tweedle dee and tweedle dumb with a third wheel? What the hell is that thing, he looks ridiculous. Wait a minute, he resembles that oversized ape that was fighting the golems...

"The Daemon's cradle is gone! Lucifer help us! The stone has been stolen!" a strange voice echoed through the square, everything going silent for a moment as if the entire city of Abaddon had been abandoned. The cradle, missing? I wonder if these three idiots know anything about it. Chandra walked toward the three of them, paying no mind to whether they were engaged in a conversation or not and rudely interrupted. "So today's been eventful, hasn't it!? A giant golem, a big dumb idiot destroying the city, and now the cradle is gone. What an exciting day! Wouldn't you agree?"

Wroth
Town Square, Between Xena, Errol, and Chandra.

Great someone else chiming in and not having the common sense to mind their own fucking business...... Wait. Big. Dumb. Idiot. And she mentioned the large golem before saying that.....! O this bitch is getting a one-way ticket to hell, riding his fist all the way down! He whipped around about to tell her to go fuck off and then deliver a punch that would send her either to hell or the fucking moon!.... Yet he stopped again and felt his face turn red at looking at her, her slim figure made his body start to feel hotter along with her strangely pretty red eyes even her dark grey skin looked rather nice especially around her chest. It seemed as if a spell was put on her chest that made him want to stare at it though he was snapped out of his trance when. God, he didn't know what snapped him out maybe it was his rational mind screaming at him to get the fuck over this weird feeling that is in his crotch and lay into this, coal-skinned mouthy cunt-a-sauras! But the best he could manage to let out is his own confusion over his feelings. "LUCIFER DAMN IT WITH A DRAGON SON OF A MOTHER GOAT FUCK!!! what is fucking wrong with me?! I mean I'm even getting tired of saying fuck, because of this whole fucking day, that fucking brat and now fucking this! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!"

Errol
The Clocktower, Town Square

Errol turned to look at Wroth's reactions... and stared. For a couple of minutes or so, he just stared, watching him blush and stutter like an awkward teenager. After he was done staring he, slowly and cautiously, placed his hand protectively in front of Xena, that blank expression on his face intact again. Xena just blinked and gave him a strange look, to which he replied. "I am against you being near this daemon, Xena, especially not when he's acting like a bitch in heat."

Xena frowned, not quite understanding. "What's up with your words? Don't be mean, E."

"I wasn't being mean, simply stating an obvious fact." he replied, as he glanced over at the new lady that has approached them, simply nodding respectfully in response.

Xena made an uneasy expression. "So many lives have been put in danger today." she murmured. "I'd rather if the excitement just came from the festival, and not from a feast of Death."

Chandra Eclav - The Clock Tower; Town Square, with Xena, Errol, and Wroth.

Chandra stared at Wroth as he blubbered on, spewing profanities as usual. Her face washed over with an unimpressed look as he stared at her like a slobbering thirst; she was not amused by his antics, which was strange because Chandra enjoyed taking whomever to bed. This creature, though; Wroth, he pushed buttons that even she did not know existed. "Oh my words, you are truly annoying now aren't you? Why don't you calm down and go find yourself a honey to sleep with and then surely, you'll feel better."

The woman watched Xena's expression and her clear discomfort with all of the death that had occurred. Death, on the other hand, excited the dark elf and she was happy to see so many useless civilians had fallen. In her eyes, they were but a waste of space; a blemish on the world that Abaddon could do without. "Oh well, what are you going to do?" she exclaimed and then studied Xena through Errol's opened hand in front of her. "For such a wonderous creature you have a strange little pet.." Chandra was referring to Errol, "I imagine he stomps any potential fun into the ground, what a pity. but I suppose with the cradle missing there is no time for such antics..."

Wroth
Town Square, Between Xena, Errol, and Chandra.

If there was ever a time Wroth felt like an idiot, it was now. He should be angry at this mouthy bitch and he was! However, he lost all interest in killing her and he heard Errol's comment on him. Damn, why was it now that whenever he looked at Xena and this coal-skin he'd turn into a blubbering dork?.....He decided to just close his eyes and use his hearing to guess where everyone was. It worked miraculously he could hear their breathing, the shuffling of their feet, and even the beating of their hearts. Surprised the coal-skinned bitch had a heart.

"Ok everyone just shut the hell up about that little.... Whatever that was! And you!" pointing at Errol his eyes closed. "I don't hurt anyone unless they start something with me and for whatever reason, I don't want to harm Xena at all got it, you limp dicked little bitch boy!" Now his finger turning to Chandra "And how about you mind your own fucking business! You call me annoying but you butted into our conversation I'd call that pretty damn annoying, so why don't you run along and find you a honeycomb to shove up your ass before I get really angry and-" His frothing rant was cut off by his new horns sending down a surge of electricity to his skull. As soon as he felt it his eyes went wide and turned pure white his expression hard to determine but he didn't look angry, muscles that were tensing a moment ago were now calm and his posture was also calm. Red pupils coming back from the void of white, Wroth just stood there not really feeling angry at all, in fact, that shock felt really good. Rubbing both of his horns in confusion he forgot all about the two people he was just livid over. Sighing a little not in anger but more annoyance. " I hope this docent become my catchphrase, but what the hell was that?"

Brynhild made it to the Town Square, carrying an seething expression on her face as she scanned the location for her target. Once she spotted her, a smirk grew on her face as she walked over to the little group paying no mind to the other three. "Elf!" Brynhild yelled loudly. "I am going to kick your ass!" In her anger, she shoved passed the loudmouthed daemon and got close to Chandra. "It's my turn to have fun now." She held the hilt of her sword in a tight grip, as she glared at the dark elf.

Chandra Eclav - Town Square, near Wroth, Xena, Errol and Brynhild

Chandra turned toward the woman, her voice cutting through the air like a knife cutting though flesh; jagged. Brynhild was standing in front of her once again, she noted the woman's hand tightly wrapped around the hilt of her sword and naturally smiled at the scene. "I'm usually excited to have fun with my play mates but I must ask, why so serious?"

The dark elf chuckled lightly and surveyed the others standing around her. If this woman really wants to attack me I could always use the idiot as a meat shield. He seems unstable enough that a little manipulation might go a long way... I don't really want to fight this brute right now, I'm feeling more relaxed after my fun with the flute man and his sensational whore and causing some trouble in the tavern. If that stupid kid hadn't stepped in I wouldn't have had to meddle with this.. Woman.

As if being summoned just by thinking about him Los appears from the crowed following bryn stopping once he see's the elf "Oh.. great the elf.. this should go well.." Los walks over next to byrn "Lets all just calm down a little bit and not try to kill each other alright..?

Clock tower, Town Square.
Durbul Stumbled like a newborn into the town square of Abbadon muttering to himself in a deep gruff voice. "Didn't want that pig swill anyway." Durbul temper turning for the worse after being kicked from his latest drinking establishment.

Durbul stumbled around feeling uneasy. " Might of drank a little more then I can handle, this time." However with a sly smile he laughed. "NO! That's impossible, nothing beats down the mighty Stone Fist!" Then with a twist of cruel fate, Durbul's left leg had a sudden sharp pain, causing him to quickly tumble.

"Fuck. Useless leg." Picking himself back up and sitting down on the cold ground, Durble observed his surroundings and found himself further from the slums than usual. Durbul cradled his forehead as he tried to protect his ears from the noise of the town square.

"I need to get out of here." The noise to much for his muddled mind. Durbul picked himself up and started to limp away from the town square.

Errol
The Clocktower, Town Square

"For such a wondrous creature you have a strange little pet. I imagine he stomps any potential fun into the ground, what a pity." Errol removed his gaze from the elf woman, glancing at Xena's reaction. She looked quite uneasy from that statement, for some reason. Perhaps it was because Errol was referred to as a pet? As far as Errol was concerned, he didn't care how people viewed him. Good or bad, he will still do his job. Protecting Xena with every inch of the second life she had given him. Limp dicked little bitch boy. Wroth called him dramatically. Errol didn't make any reaction. He did get slightly irritated at the way Wroth was being so unreasonably loud, but the statement before that made him raise an eyebrow. He stared at Wroth's face, his expressions, the look in his eyes... and realized the guy meant it. He wasn't going to hurt Xena in the least, at least not consciously. He stifled a smile. There's always been something about Xena... something quite strangely amazing, that she can make people open a little to her. Perhaps it was her gentle and kindly nature that drew people towards her.

His train of thought was interrupted when a zap from his horns made Wroth's angry expression grow slack. Slightly irritated, the daemon muttered. "I hope this docent become my catchphrase, but what the hell was that?" Errol's eyes narrowed a little, contemplating.

"That's the second time now." Xena suddenly murmured, curiosity burning in her eyes as she stared at Wroth's horns. Errol understood. For some reason, the horns seem to stop Wroth from being way too agitated. Everytime it zaps him his expression goes blank, as if he was momentarily disoriented. To say it was strange was an understatement. This isn't normal, even among daemons. It's not... natural. The way his body changed, it seemed as though something else is at work, something other than nature---

That's when he saw him.

The expressionless visage he had kept for the entirety of the scene crumbled, ad he looked out at the far corner of the square. An expression of surprise and disbelief emerged on his face. His heart raced. He looked over to Xena with a sense of urgency. "Xena, can I---"

Catching on quickly, she just nodded. It was apparent that she didn't know what exactly he saw, but read his face enough to know that it's extremely important. "Go!" she said. He didn't need to be told twice. He just nodded a little to Wroth before setting off on his way, through the crowds, craning his head to see. The man was stumbling, and he looked like he had a limp, so it didn't take much time until he reached him. Hesitating for a moment, he placed his hand gently on the man's shoulder, hoping against all hope that he had seen correctly, and it was not his eyes playing tricks on him. He had not seen him for so long, and it has been a long way from when they were kids, to now that they are adults. If this was him, would he even remember me?

"Durbul?"

Wroth
Town Square, Between Xena, Errol, Brynhild, Chandra.

"Hey what the?!" He said before getting shoved to the ground due to his stance being uneven because of the shock and because of the soon to be made corpse seemed to have a little bit more mass. "Anyone else!? Anyone else!? anyone else want to join in? Step right fucking up, I'll even punch your tickets! That is I'll punch you in the face!" another surge of electricity came down a little smaller, but the effect seemed to be the same, White void eyes, slack expression, and then calm not just a second later.

"I would say this is starting to piss me off but.... Fuck! I don't even know anymore.... huh?" Another surge came down but the color wasn't white but black, Wroth felt uneasy about the color change and his concern was founded. as soon as it hit his skull a large shock of black electricity danced across his body seeming to amplify every physical, emotional, and maybe spiritual pain. screaming from the shock that was visible to everyone he collapsed to the ground huffing and twitching like he was having a seizure. "Oh god." Another black surge came down like a bolt of lightning making every moment of Wroth seem like an eternity of pain. Still somehow strong enough to use his arms to hold him up he vomited a Neon white liquid that smelled like blood. Sweating badly Wroth's face behind his long hair each breath was ragged and horsed. It seems his horns also have another effect besides the numbing shocks.. or something or someone is playing some kind of sick joke.

Brynhild shook her head. "Look, elf, I just wanted to leave the barracks and have a good night tonight but you just had to ruin that for me. I didn't even get drunk!" she spit at Chandra, pulling her sword out of her sheath and gripping it by her side. She was just about to swing Astrid as Chandra but turned her attention to the loudmouthed daemon. "What's going on with him?" she asked, directing the question to anyone in the little gathering. That's when she actually noticed the damage of the Town Square, tapping on Los's shoulder, she waved her hand across the area. "Elf, I'll kick your ass on a later time. Can someone fill me in on what exactly happened?" Her eyes catching Errol's retreating form for just a moment.

Durbul-Stonefist . Edge of the town square
Durbul felt a hand suddenly appear on his shoulder, he was certain it might of been some type of thug out to steal whatever coin he owned. However then he heard his name, Turning around quickly Durbul saw a man standing before him. "What do yo-" Halting his words, Durbal felt such a strange feeling, was it the drink? Or was it the strange man in front of him. Durbul was certain he had see this man before.

Then it shook him, the sounds of the town fading way with the realisation. There was no mistaking those grey silver eyes. It didn't feel real, it couldn't be real. "Holy, shit. Is that you Errol?" A toothy smile overtaking Durbuls features. A wave of strange excitement overtaking him, Durnul had no idea who to thank for these amazing turn of events, but what ever the case, he was very glad to have stumbled his way to this part of town. Durbul quickly grabbed Errol into a hug like a child would of held a new toy, but just as quickly he let him go. "I had thought you dead! Should of known that this town couldn't keep you down." Letting out a enthusiastic cheer not caring for who was watching.

Xena Mythriel Al'vyon
The Clocktower, Town Square

Panic surged toward Xena when Wroth vomited a stange white liquid. It smelled like blood. Frustration and curiosity has been building up since Wroth has transformed, fueled by a single question: What the actual hell is happening to him? Seeing him like this, suffering, makes her heart tighten and ache for him. She didn't fail to note that the horns had emitted a black surge just now. What the hell does this mean? Uneasily, she rubbed his back a little. "Are you alright? How do you feel? Do you want to... I don't know, rest a little? We can go to the Sanctuary for a bit, if you want. You might feel better with a bit of sleep. I..." Damn it! I'm supposed to be a healer! I'm supposed to know these things! I'm supposed to help him! Tears had formed a little in her eyes but she blinked them back.

Errol
The Clocktower, Town Square

Errol couldn't believe what was happening. When Durbul hugged him tight, he hugged back awkwardly, the fact that he is here still taking a while to process. He stared at his big smile, his enthusiasm, and couldn't help but give out a small smile as well. "How have you been? What happened to you? I haven't seen you since you were..."he trailed off. "...sold." A feeling of uneasiness settled upon him. It was so strange to see an old friend, even stranger to look back on the time that they were commodity. The three of them used to stick together, looking out after one another and now... Eltheya. he thought, a pain in his heart surfacing, feeling like its being stabbed over and over by his memories of his sister. He failed to protect her. Failed to save her.

Wroth
Town Square, Between Xena, Errol, Brynhild, Chandra.

Just Xena putting a hand on him caused his muscles so much pain, but he couldn't yell or move anymore, hell he was even blind. But after awhile he said. "C...An.'t.....se.....e." Wind blowing his hair out of his face revealed that his eyes have turned into black voids. This was terrible, he felt terrible, he knew that he looked terrible if the heartbeats and breathing could be an indicator, But most of all he was mad. No fuck that! Mad didn't even describe what he felt! pissed didn't seem fitting, neither did enraged, Wrathful or fucking livid! It was a state of anger that had transcended all those meager words! It was then he heard and felt a surge of electricity. Oh great more!! But when it hit his skull his body soon stopped hurting so bad and he could see out his left eye again. Several more came down, starting to form a rhythem as they came down.