Ame Damnee The Clock Tower

The Clocktower. Towns square
"Too much to talk about in a city street my kin!" Durbul looked at his old friend and was disturbed, this was meant to be a happy time but his old friend seemed to not be at ease, but nothing a drink can't fix Durbul thought. " Are you busy right now? We should get a drink!"

Suddenly a floodgate of memories came rushing back to Durbul. He could not believe he had forgotten Eltheya and quickly looked around the crowd for her.

Already forgetting his friend's disturbed state, Durbul blurted out. "What of Ellth? I don't see her with you?" he asked with a small smile on his face. Durbul knew it wasn't the creative nickname, but as a child Durbul had a hard time saying Eltheya's name, so it just stuck.
 
Xena Mythriel Al'vyon
The Clocktower, Town Square


Wroth looked terrible, and for the longest time Xena had no idea what to do. He looked like he's in so much pain. She bit her lip, frantically thinking through all the books she had read about healing, trying to think of something--- anything--- that could help Wroth get over this thing he's been going through. Her usual first step to treatment is to make the patient relax by removing the source of the pain. But how? She doesn't even have any idea where this pain is coming from! There was no way to tell! No way... Her eyes widened, a wisp of a memory brushing softly against her mind. Determination suddenly engulfed her as she pushed her sleeves back and hovered her right hand in front of Wroth. She murmured under her breath, a chant as familiar as everything else, and yet it has eluded her notice for so long. Why didn't she think about it sooner? A faint white light engulfed both her and Wroth, turning into a golden color.

And then she felt it.

It was horrible, terrible, mind numbing pain. She had taken half of Wroth's pain and took it as her own, but she was already caving in, not quite thinking it could be this bad. Can I take more? she questioned herself, but she knew she couldn't. More of this pain and she'll pass out. But she would not back down from a patient. She stared at the area around his neck, knowing the connection of the pain receptors to the brain by heart. If worse comes to worst, she could just momentarily snap it and put it back together again later. Those thoughts were running on her head, but then she felt her eyesight failing her. Along with Wroth's anguished statement. "C...an't.....se.....e."

There's no time to hesitate! She braced herself, willing her hand to pass through flesh once again like she did this morning. She was visualizing it in her head, carefully picking out which parts of the body to pass through and which are to be severed. She had dived her hand already on his neck when she felt a surge of electricity. She blinked. The pain was significantly reduced. Another surge of electricity, and another, and when she realized the pain was slowly ebbing away, she took her hand off him. She then looked at her hand. It was covered in a strange neon white liquid. A liquid that smelled like blood. It dripped down to the pavement, but curiously, it did not burn through the ground anymore. She stared at it for a couple of seconds, frowning, wondering....

One heartbeat. Two... three, four, five.... six, seven, eight, nine.... ten, eleven, TWELVE---

She covered her ears suddenly, frantically, and took a step back. Images rushed through her mind's eye. Taran, Wroth, a white haired man, towns burning, a tower, her necklace, torn wings, a dead woman, a quiet meadow---

THIRTEEN, FOURTEEN, FIFTEEN, SIXTEEN---

"STOP!" she screamed, her voice a resounding plea across the square. Everything was suddenly so vivid. She could feel everything. hear everything. The pain of everyone's injuries from the past battle, their emotional states, but the sounds of hearts pumping was what get her especially distressed. The hearts of everyone in the square, beating in a crescendo, her anxiety gripping her as it got louder, louder, LOUDER---

TARAN! Her mind screamed. She had no idea why she would think of him in her anguish. Nothing made sense anymore. She was totally gripped in a panic that she knew she had experienced before, but was not quite sure exactly when. She just kept covering her ears, shutting her eyes, trying to push it all out. To no avail. "Stop, please, stop..." she practically begged, but it wouldn't. For how long can she stand this? How long will this go on? Will this torment ever end?

Suddenly, a strange calmness settled inside her. It was a familiar feeling, a familiar thought process. That's right. her head murmured. If they won't stop, then... her thoughts trailed off, staring strangely at the ground as she removed her hands from her ears.

...I'll make them.


It was so easy. So damn easy. She knew. A snap of the neck. A crush of the heart. She could do it. She felt so powerful. It will only take... a few seconds.

And then the pain started. From her blood soaked hands, the burn crept through her body, making her fall on her knees. But in her current state it was almost welcomed. The pain was hell, immense, and she might have screamed, but it was slowly making her numb to her senses, the pain droning out the sound of the heartbeats. It hurt... It hurt... It hurt... She felt like she was burning inside out. Her senses were fading, and she felt herself hit the ground.

And then... blackness.

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Errol
The Clocktower, Town Square


Errol hesitated as he stared at his hands, remembering the insane adrenaline he felt as he killed that vile man... remembering the feeling when he found out what had happened to Eltheya. How will Durbul react? He had no idea. Everyday Errol blamed himself for his sister's death, and not knowing it sooner. Blaming himself for being so powerless. Blaming himself for not killing his previous master sooner. He could have done so many things, could have made the ending different. In a perfect world, Eltheya will still be standing next to him, smiling and throwing out her cheeky replies, but this isn't a perfect world. And as much as he wanted for it to be otherwise, he could do nothing about it.

"Eltheya is... dead." he murmured, a flash of pain showing on his face. "It's... a long story. I'm here in the clocktower with my current master. Well, she's not the one I was originally sold to, and she doesn't like me calling her master either... but she's right over there---"

He was going to point into Xena's direction when he heard the scream. His eyes widened. He could recognize that voice anywhere. "Shit!" he cursed, fogetting about Durbul as he ran back towards her, to see her hitting the ground, unconscious. He immediately knelt down on her as and cradled her head, putting it on his lap as he tapped her cheek lightly. "Xena? Xena!" he said frantically, worriedly. She was so pale and clammy. What the hell happened? She was just fine when he left her a few minutes ago! His eyes turning into crimson red, looking up to Wroth with seething eyes, he demanded. "What have you done?!"
 
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There was a flash of blue light that appeared to consume them all, and through the haze, a silhouette could faintly be seen. A shadow, almost like a guardian angel leaning down and lifting Xena up off the ground, ripping her away from Errol’s grasps. Instantly, there was another flash as the light drew inward rapidly, disappearing with Xena nowhere to be found.
 
Wroth
Town Square


Upon feeling the white electricity coursing through his body numbing the pain he began to see visions some were vivid while others seemed to be covered in shadowy images and he saw it through someone's perspective. A group of people standing behind a burning city, A man with wings that resembled an angel's drinking with him along with someone else, A tower, A desert, A painting of a strange otherworldly creature, a large shadow with several red dots and a tempest of fire behind it. What?! The visions didn't make any sense and appeared randomly. All mute. All pointless. One, however, seemed louder then thunder and was blurry as if he was looking at it through a drunkard's eyes.

"TARAN!! I'LL KEEP HIM CONTAIN, YOU'LL HAVE TO FIGURE SOMETHING OUT!!!" The vision was a large shadowy creature that was bound by glowing red lines, that resembled chains with a man in a large crater on the ground the shadowy mass trying to reach out to him but being pulled back by the chains. Wroth felt a reassuring smile began to form on his or rather the guy who Wroth was seeing throughs face. "Keep well, My friend." The shadowy figure began to be pulled towards Wroth, the ground, the man, the fires, and even the skies seemed to be consumed by that same blackness that was being drawn into this man

"STOP!"

Wroth was brought back to reality by the sound of Xena scream, confused and still blind in one eye Wroth only looked at her with bafflement and worry. "Xena? What's wrong?" She didn't look to be physically hurt, yet she was begging for something to stop, and it seemed almost instantly she collapsed as Wroth was moving towards her trying to figure out what was going on. out of the corner of his eye, he saw Errol running towards her collapsed form.

"What have you done?!"

In a rare moment, Wroth wasn't annoyed at the tone of Errol instead he backed away a little not out of fear of Errol but more of a fear of what Wroth could have done. Did he do something? What did he do? What were those visions? Wroth actually seemed close to crying, something he normally would try to hide but right now he didn't care about hiding it as he responded to Errol, his voice was confused and heartbroken "I don't know...." It was then a blinding blue light shined covering them all, buckling back from the sudden flash Wroth could barely make out an image taking Xena out of Errol's hands. Instantly, there was another flash as the light drew inward rapidly, disappearing with Xena nowhere to be found. Recovering from the flash of light blinding his one good eye right now he noticed that Xena was gone. Not that she just walked away or someone flew her away. he couldn't hear Xena's breath or smell her anywhere, she was gone. And in a way, he blamed himself. "Xena!!" He yelled looking around to see if somehow his senses were wrong just this once.
 
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"She was gone? Ellthya was gone." Durbul thought. It was a little painful to hear, but Durbul could tell that whatever he was feeling that it paled in comparison to what Errol was feeling. Still that thought didn't lessen the pain.

" It's... a long story. I'm here in the clocktower with my current master. Well, she's not the one I was originally sold to, and she doesn't like me calling her master either... but she's right over there---"

Errol was pointing somewhere trying to point out his "master." Durbul hated that fact that Errol was still bound to someone as a slave, he would have to talk about it later, because suddenly Errol sprinted towards a scream. Durbul was amazed to see how fast he was running, he would of been impressed if he didnt have to try and keep up with him.

Durbul tried to keep up with Errol, but could hardly keep track of him though the crowds with his leg feeling like it was engulfed in flame. "Someone better be dead." Durbul sarcastically breathed out in between pained breaths. Finally making his way though the crowd he saw Errol cradling someone, before he saw Errol suddenly turn to a another person.

"What have you done?!"

Durbul was taken back to see Errol's Crimson eyes, filled with anger and rage. Durbul was certain that a fight was going to breakout and if it did he would be there to back him up. Then Suddenly a Piercing blue light, Durbul had never seen such brightness it seemed to be its very own sun, illuminating the area. Durbul could no longer stand to look into the light and shielded his eyes away.

Looking back he saw that the woman was gone. Seeing no trace of whoever Errol was once holding. Quickly running to Errol to make sure he was okay.

"Errol, what in the fuck was all that? Are you okay?"
 
Chandra Eclav - The Clock Tower; Near Wroth, Xena(?), Errol, Brynhild, Los, etc.

Events were happening in rapid succession, too quick for Chanda to keep up. She remembered the brute of a woman threatening to kick her ass, this entertained her seeing as just mere minutes before the brute was wrapped around her finger momentarily. If only she had stayed and held the manipulation longer, someone surely would've been killed. There was talk of having a stiff drink, something that Chandra could appreciate now as the antics caused by the buffoon, Wroth, were beginning to give her a headache and finally the wonderous creature seemingly to have temporarily experienced a mental break. Interesting... the dark elf thought to herself, the wonderous creature she had laid her eyes upon initially was more than just something nice to look like and play with.

A moment later a bright light engulfed them and as soon as it arrived it was gone again, but a person was missing amongst their strangely formed group. The wonderous creature, gone with the light? What was that strange light... what has happened here? So many mysterious, so many unanswered questions. How do I find the answers? I guess I'll have to put off causing a ruckus and finding another prey, with the reveal of the missing cradle things seemed to be going strangely indeed. Chandra grinned her usual eery grin at the thought of a catastrophe blanketing Abaddon, she wanted to learn more about it, be a part of it. Something about the missing cradle, and now the missing girl, excited her and she wanted to sink her teeth into it like a vampire sinks their teeth into flesh.

"Brynhild, I can't tell you what is going on here because I really don't know... but I want to find out. I admire you for seeking me out after I controlled you so easily... I'm not sure if that's stupidity or bravery but either way, to me it is respectable. For now, I won't play mind games with you anymore and besides, my thirst is quenched for the time being. You dress like a mercenary, does that make you interested in this phenomenon?" The dark elf questioned the burly woman, something had seemingly changed in her. She was not being as aggressive as before though she still possessed her sharp tongue. The woman had indeed, satisfied her hunger and was no longer under the control of cravings for chaos.
 
~Brynhild Nyman- Town Square, near Los, Wroth, Chandra, Errol and Durbul~
Brynhild could only nod at Chandra as she watched the situation unfold in front of her, finding it odd how the annoying daemon was yelling the disappearing girl's name as if she was anywhere near the general vicinity. Brynhild stepped up to the daemon and grabbed him by his horns, steeling her grip. "How about we have you calm down before you do something else, huh?" Brynhild didn't know if it was Wroth that made this Xena scream or disappear, but she could only think that as Wroth was right there for both occurrences.

She was about to say more when suddenly the world exploded before her as pleasant feeling swam through her as the white electricity started to spread from his horns to her hands. Her jaw fell slack as her pupils dilated, falling into a trance like state. The only thing that didn't lighten up was the hold she had on Wroth's horns. She looked around at the small gathering of people watching them change shapes and even forms accompanied by fluctuating colors and the sound of her blood pumping in her veins ringing through her ears. Just as the pleasant feeling warmed her system, a burn seemed to have come with it. A burn that grew to unbearable states as Brynhild quickly let go of Wroth's horns and crumpled to the ground before his feet, tears flowing out of her eyes as she forcefully held back a scream. Everything around her, on her, and that was her seem to just burn continously as she curled into herself, shaking.
 
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Errol
The Clocktower, Town Square

Errol wasn't just mad, he was fucking livid. He had given Wroth his warning. Granted, the guy may not remember it anymore. But it didn't matter. He was going to make him pay. He could see it now, the hell he's going to make Wroth reexperience. That is... until he saw the look on Wroth's face. He looked shocked, confused, crestfallen at the sight of Xena passing out on the ground. "I don't know...." Wroth's weak voice croaked. Errol felt confused, as his eyes settled down into its usual cool gray. "What happened?" he said, a little calmer, albeit he was still shaking in anger. That was when the bluish light came, taking Xena out of his hand. "Wait!" he called, but the figure disappeared in a split second. Errol was left confused, unease spreading in his gut. Panic struck, his heartbeat picking up. No... No, no, no... not again! He can't lose another person again, panic and horror, especially when Durbul exclaimed. "Errol, what in the fuck was all that? Are you okay?"

No, he's not okay. He was freaking out by the second. Think, Errol, think! He had seen that poof of light before. It was familiar. He had seen it just earlier. But who---

He stopped dead in his tracks. "Taran Caelis Titan. A mentor of mine." it was Xena's voice. She had told him earlier.

Suddenly he stood up. He had no idea who this Taran Caelis Titan was. But Xena seems to know him well. Maybe... maybe she'll be alright? Errol massaged the bridge of his nose, trepidation overcoming his desire to calm down. He held Durbul by the arm as he shook his head vigorously. This was taking so long to process. "Give... me a moment." he said as he tried to steady his breathing. That was the scariest few seconds of his life, except perhaps that time when he found out that Eltheya died.
 
Wroth
Town Square


While looking for Xena he was unaware of the warrior like woman that was behind him until she grabbed his horns. Feeling his blood start to boil again over people that should mind their own business Wroth considered killing everyone here just so he could think straight. And if Lillith had a problem with that then she can go fuck a dead horse six ways from Sunday right now Wroth was at his mental limit. readying his fists to turn the woman behind him into red paint he felt a surge of electricity coming from his horns. O great this shit again. I can't even get justifiably pissed off?!

Even if his anger was numbed his annoyance was still as strong as ever, turning on a dime. "I am so sick of this!-" He stopped as he saw how out of it the woman was. "What? Hey, are you paying attention?" waving his hand in front of her face with her jaw slacked and her pupils looking like they were doing the jig. snapping his fingers a couple of times. "Hello? Say something already, you're freaking me out." It was then she let go of his horns and collapsed on the ground before his feet, tears flowing out of her eyes as it seemed she was forcefully holding back a scream, she curled into herself, shaking. Wroth didn't really care much for her but he started to form an idea of what might have happened to Xena. "My horns. The electricity. "
 
The Clocktower, Town Square
Durbul could hardly keep up with what had been happening. Everything was going so fast, it all seemed like a blur. His friend Errol grasping Durbul's arm while shaking his head. Durbul did not enjoy the look of fear and stress in his friends eyes. He must really care for this "Master" of his. To be honest Durbul was shocked by the extent of Errol's grief, his master must be one hell of a person.

Durbul was useless to help, he had never really had to deal with helping others before, he didn't know what to do or what to say.

"Give... me a moment." Errol said to him. Durbul replied with a nod and a small grunt. Durbul turned his gaze over to the demon and the person at his feet. Durbul didn't know what was going on and if he was being honest with him self he didn't really care. He just wanted to make sure Errol was alright and too see what those two had played in these strange turn of events.

"You two alright over there?"
 
Nemo
The clocktower


After the sudden Golem attack Nemo was in an utter state of distress and confusion. His slaves have been crushed by that giant boffin throwing a Golem onto them and causing Nemo to trip and knock his head against the stone sidewalk. Hours later Nemo awoke to find that the invasion was staved off, but the town seemed to take a massive amount of damage, building were a wreck, people dead, but worst of all he could not find his beloved sister. "Sister! Sister!" He said walking through the crowd somehow not noticing that he was about to bump into Errol who was on the ground mourning his lost master Nemo could just tell Errol was a slave, he had seen him before at a gala that was held with Errols original master. As Nemo bumped into Errol he said possibly the worst thing he could have. "Out of my way slave! Your worthless master is dead so why don't you make yourself useful for once in your miserable life and find my sister! Maybe if you find her I'll give you a new dog house."
 
Chandra Eclav - The Clock Tower

The dark elf looked around, examining the scene and determining that it resembled that of a circus act. She sighed, "I am growing bored with this. Time to go." the woman eyed Brynhild before leaving the area, a grin appearing on her face. Well, I guess I do owe this brute a drink, she did spare me from having to embarrass her amongst a group of people a second time, as fun as that would've been. Chandra walked toward Brynhild, slapping the woman's butt as she passed her. "Come on, snap out of it. We are going to drink!"
 
Errol
The Clocktower, Town Square

[NOTE: This is a Character Death requested and allowed by @OmniversalRPer ]


Errol was about to calm down. He was feeling better. His heart rate has gone down and he was thinking logically. Everything was perfectly fine...

... and then the bastard came into the scene.

"Out of my way slave! Your worthless master is dead so why don't you make yourself useful for once in your miserable life and find my sister! Maybe if you find her I'll give you a new dog house." The man yelled. Errol turned his head, glaring at him. It was one thing to be called a dog, but another to be told that Xena is dead. He wasn't sure which one was worse, perhaps the latter, but the slave trader had come into his path in just the worst moment. Nemo Damian. One of the most known slave traders in the area. The one who came up with those morbid collars, and who maltreats his slaves horribly in the shadows. He was on the Xena's death list for a while now, although they never had the chance to assassinate him.

Perhaps it wasn't a good idea. Perhaps this is a mistake. Errol didn't care.

Errol's eyes turned crimson once again. To him, it looked like for a split second, time has stopped, although this wasn't the case. He felt his senses taking over the minds of all the people in the square, and how they see things around them. As he took out his pocketknife and stabbed the guy's throat from behind, he visualized what everyone around him should be seeing at that moment, of the slave trader suddenly taking out a knife and taking suicide at that point. Nemo's eyes bulged and he struggled, gurgling blood, but Errol simply twisted the knife and pushed him down. He glanced at his own clothes. No bloodstains. Good. He then knelt down and placed the knife in Nemo's hand, making it seem like he had not done anything to cause the poor man his death.

Xena wouldn't like this. he thought. It was risky, but he was a little too pissed off. As soon as he released everyone in the town square from his spell, his eyes turned back to its usual gray. He grabbed Durbul's hand and dragged him towards the direction of the Sanctuary. "For now, come with me." he said. "I'll show you my home. Hopefully... hopefully she's there." he said, his tone laced with worry.

Nobody would know what truly happened with Nemo. He's just another dead body in the face of Abaddon.

In his hurry to get out of the scene, he didn't realize it. A shadow crept down from under his shirt, slithering into the direction of the Necropolis...
 
~Brynhild Nyman-Town Square~
Brynhild jumped at the feeling of Chandra's hand against her butt. Slowly getting up, she had the urge to hurl everything that she had settled in her stomach, which she gave into before rising to her feet. The high she was feeling was slowly ebbing away but she could still feel the dizziness and the thumping of her heart as she followed pathetically slow behind the elf.
 
Jocasta - Townsquare; In an alley

She kept her head down, a cloak concealing her true presence and the thirst that consumed her mind. Her ears rung with the constant sound of beating hearts and rushing of blood, sending a chill down her spine. Her head hurt and her throat continued to irritate her. It was too much. She glanced up from under her hood and looked around for someone or something. Her eyes flashed as she saw a simply villager rolling a barrel down the cobblestone road; The clunk of the wooden wheels against the ground stung her ears. If she stopped him in his tracks, it would be too noticeable. Jocasta hurriedly searched again for another option, catching a young man with dark brown hair walking out of a tavern with a small sack on his shoulder. She stood up tall and lifted her chin, then made her way to the young man.

"Sir," she began, taking his hand, almost forcibly, as if she was desperate for him to satiate her hunger. "Would you kindly help me? There's something wrong with me. I don't feel comfortable in a crowd though."

"Of course, miss. Where you be wantin' to head? Doctor's, right?"

"Yes, yes, just one moment."

Her grip on the young man tightened as she dragged the man across the street. An alleyway caught her eye; It was dark and in the shadows; It wouldn't be too bad. She knew how to clean up her mess. Jocasta pulled him into the shadows, an act that seemed to scare him. "What- what you plannin' to do?"

"Just getting the doctor's treatment," she breathed, slamming him up against the wall and placing her hand over his mouth. "I promise it'll be over quickly." The sound of his blood aroused her; She hesitated for a moment, almost sinking in the crazed, yet pleasurable feeling she got from being so close to a warm human; being so close to prey. She immediately sank her fangs into the stranger's neck, drowning in the intoxicating feel of the moment. His scream was muffled quite well. "Mmm." She moaned against his skin, fangs digging deeper into his neck, greedy for the thick red liquid that coated her throat and made her mouth water with every passing moment. Oh, if only it was Hi'dric himself. Then, she wouldn't have to deal with some screaming peasant.

Minutes passed by, and Jocasta began to feel much better after satisfying her thirst. She was still greedy, slivers of blood running down her chin, and in the moment, she didn't care if the young man died or not. She was hungry. This was how she was supposed to survive. His mouth fell limp against her hand and she pulled away, glancing up. He looked like he'd seen a ghost; pale with wide eyes. She removed her hand slightly and noticed that despite how close she was to him, his heart was not beating at all and she'd drunk every last drop of him. She wiped the blood from her chin with the back of her hand and smiled, laying the man down on the ground and closing his eyelids with her thumb and pointer finger. "May Aditi bless you in your journey to the afterlife," she spoke, almost breathless.
 
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Taran Caelis Titan, played by Meliodas


The Clock Tower
The death in the square may have been unfortunate, but Taran was still in severe pain as he hobbled into the crowd, paying little if any attention to anything that had been going on as he sought out Wroth. In finding him, he quickly came up behind the man, who would have been nearly unrecognizable if not for the fact that Taran could sense a familiar power emitting from him. “Wroth…” He muttered weakly, not caring for formalities or even heeding the notion that to Wroth, at present time, Taran may have been nothing more than a stranger.

“If you want to know more about Legion… if you seek answers about your past, and namely, yourself, then you must keep an eye on Xena…” It was vague, yet hopefully would be enough to hook Wroth. “The seal is breaking… your sanity is on the brink of war. Your very existence is a threat to everyone you know. But, there is hope… if you only mind my words.” Taran almost appeared to be trying to quietly manipulate Wroth from the shadows, coaxing the brute into hopefully securing his interests. He was running out of time, and Taran would need to advance his plans sooner than he had hoped for if he wanted to ever have any chance to undo his past.

Taran… my name is Taran… call my name and I will always find you when help is needed.” Using the last bit of his strength, he disappeared yet again… a flash of blue light trailing after him…

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Wroth
Town Square


Was possibly the only one to know what Errol did to Nemo, but he didn't care much about the man Errol killed only worrying about his own problems and where the hell Xena could be. Wroth could smell blood from the alley way so maybe she could have been over ther-.

Hearing his name weakly being murmured he quickly turned to the sound of the voice not even trying to hide his annoyance, so he knew Wroth's name big deal, a lot of people did and Wroth was not in a mood to be bothered by anyone. Although the second Legions name came up in Wroth instantly stopped himself from interrupting now interested in this man..... Who looks familiar yet Wroth can't reconize him as the man was talking Wroth crossed his arms his mind lost in thought about the identity of this vampire. arggg I recognize him from somewhere. But I don't? I always remember faces if I can't then I've never seen him before. Damn now it's starting to piss me off, A one night stand with Lillith? A face at the Tavern after I got drunk? A secret admirer finally coming forward?! Missing some of the middle parts of Taran's speech he did manage to get the last part.

Taran… my name is Taran… call my name and I will always find you when help is needed."

That was all before he disappeared into a flash "WAIT!!" Was all Wroth could say before Taran vanished. "Damn it! You could have at least told me where Xena was!" Anger was soon replaced by acceptance as for some reason, he could figure out he trusted the man. Sighing slumping his arms, Wroth only could go along with this. Maybe she's at her house in the Sanctuary. Wouldn't hurt to go check it out I guess.... But first. Wroth walked away to the residential area I remember there was a bee hive near that one tree around a baker's store. He couldn't see Xena without feeling funny so he would do what Chandra said and sleep with some honey.
 
Jocasta, Townsquare in an alley

She spent a while sitting down next to the pale and lifeless body, staring off into the distance, staring at nothingness. The aftertaste of mead coursed through her mouth. How many drinks had that young man had? She made note not to drink any blood from anyone coming out of a tavern or barkeep. It was disgusting. The blood on her chin no longer fell and Jocasta no longer felt anything. She took out a handkerchief and wiped his blood off her chin, as well as her neck and upper chest where the blood had trickled down a bit. Luckily, not much blood had gotten on her dress except for a few spots here and there; hopefully they wouldn't be noticeable by anyone when she went back to the hideout to get changed.

Jocasta stood up and stared down at the male. It was such a shame he had to die at her hands. Her head ached suddenly; like a thousand needles piercing the left side of her temple. Perhaps, she'd had a bit too much to drink. She leaned forward on the wall, vertigo dowsing over her for a few moments. She really needed to control her bloodlust, otherwise, she might get in trouble. Jocasta came up with a quick faux pas story, just in case anyone happened to see notice her step out of the alley and somehow end up finding this dead man. She picked up his sack and dug through the contents for anything valuable; a pair of clothes, an apple, nothing much really. Jocasta bent over and picked up his coin pouch and searched more of his person for something; a small pocket knife was the only thing left.

"Better to put these things to use than leave them here," she murmured, putting her hood back on. She'd return to Necropolis immediately.
 
Maric Vakarian - Entering the Town Square

He'd come here needing to get away from the painful areas of Abaddon. A place that didn't hold a trigger for the past. The prison housed Guruk who had recently slapped him across the room, the Necropolis probably still housed Bryn and Wroth, who he couldn't look at right now, the Al'vyon estate he'd just left, and the Sanctuary is where Xena had gone too. His mind was spinning, telling him how much of a fuck up he was. He should've waited for Xena and Errol to finish their conversation, he should've asked Xena for permission. Now she was hurt, he'd ruined yet another important relationship. He was a failure of a mortal being and he should've died seventy years ago.

He found himself in a familiar back alley. He looked around, it was the same alley that Guruk had found him in all those years ago. He saw the dealers, the old drug peddlers that he bought from during his identity crisis. The drugs helped him drift away, they helped numb the pain, let him live a life of peaceful high. He wanted desperately to live in that world again, to find peace in the high. He wanted in that moment to forget about everything that has happened to him, and drift away. If he died so be it, at least he would've died in peace.

Something stopped him though. He saw Xena's smile flash through his mind, the feeling of her body entangled in his, her fangs sinking into his skin. He never remembered the high, it left him feeling unsatisfied because the peace never lasted, it always faded and he needed more, but it was never a true solution. These fuckers were spreading a plague of lies upon the city, and Abaddon accepted it gladly. He refused to let these scum breath a moment longer.

It took him only an hour. Within that time, five of Abaddon's most famous drug peddlers were left husks, lifeless corpses drained of every ounce of life. Their illusionary cure would plague the streets no more. It felt good for Maric to finally let out the anger and frustration. He was able to think with clarity again. To see how badly he'd been behaving as of late. He could see the writing on the wall, he knew what he needed to do. He needed to apologize to Xena. He needed to confess to her once again, that he is hers and hers alone, and he will never lay his hands on another woman again without her explicit permission.

He made his way out of the Town Square, his destination was the Sanctuary. He had new life in him. His purpose was clear, he knew what needed to be done.

@Revelree
 
Serin - Town Square
It had taken a few days for Serin to travel from the little town of Fairharvest to Abaddon, but once he arrived he was reminded of why he both loved and hated cities. The business of it all was infectious, but the noise, oh the noise. All his senses were being thoroughly overloaded at the moment, which made him uncharacteristically clumsy. It was infuriating. He was only just now starting to tune out the unimportant sounds and smells around him as he began to search for a decent place to set up shop. The Town Square was ideal, of course, but he'd have to wait until the crowds thinned out a little before he attempted it. So Serin wandered the Town Square aimlessly as his senses slowly grew accustomed to Abaddon.
 
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