Ame Damnee Outside of The Empyrean Palace

Micah - Inside the Palace
Micah finally made it inside the palace, barely managing to slip inside before the enormous doors were closed. The boy balked for a second at the utter chaos going on inside. Soldiers had already began to barricade the entrance with supports, officers were shouting orders left and right, archers rushed past as they made their way to the roof. Everything had gone so wrong so fast. Tucking his head down, Micah rushed past the other soldiers, teleporting whenever he had the chance. It only took a few minutes for him to reach the general, who was standing with several other high-ranking officers around the large table in the banquet room. The officers all seemed to be in a heated discussion as they struggled to find a way to stop the oncoming attack. Remembering the warning of the officer at the second gate, Micah didn't waste time with formalities. He steeled himself before stepping directly up to the general, his back straight as he threw up a salute.

"Sir, the enemy has passed the first gate and are taking the second. I was told to tell you that we need the Wardens' reinforcements."

The officers stopped arguing for a moment at the young soldier's announcement, but began to argue again within short order about how this newest development should be carried out. Micah took a hesitant step back, unsure of what to do now that his orders had been fulfilled.

Dante - On the Bridge
Seeing that Minerva had already taken out the guards in one of the towers, Dante moved on to finish off the second tower. It would make for a valuable vantage point. The bow disappeared from his hands and he pulled the horse's reigns back suddenly. The animal slid to a stop at the bottom of the tower with a small shriek of protest as Dante slid off its back, ignoring an arrow that just went streaking past his head. The elf confidently strode into the tower, scaling the spiral staircase as a sword materialized in his hand, glowing a fiery orange from the torches on the walls. He was already expecting the guards that came careening down the stairs as they realized they had an intruder, but as they got all jumbled up in the passageway, they were easily dispatched with a few quick slashes.

Dante continued up the tower until he reached the top. His face was expressionless as he stabbed one of the archers in the back before they even knew he was there. The last two archers in the tower wheeled about suddenly, as they had been more concerned with the enemies down below than the one who had managed to infiltrate their nest. Before they had a chance to react, however, there was a blinding flash of pure, white light, illuminating the tower like a beacon. Since they had been discovered already, Dante figured that any kind of subtlety had gone out the window. Ignoring the spots in his vision, the elf's sword re-materialized in his hand as the light died down, and he cut down the remaining two archers.

As his vision cleared, he shoved one of the dead bodies out of the way and took up position at one of the tower windows. Dante's sword disappeared and was replaced by a bow once more, and he began to pick off anyone on the bridge who was unfortunate enough to be wearing a military uniform, the shimmering arrows streaking through the sky at terrifying speeds.
 
Devon Ironsides - On the Bridge

The chaos surged around the short man as he made his way towards the main entrance of the Palace. Time stopped once again as he took another fifteen seconds to send three more powerful punches into the door of the palace. When time restarted, the impacts were causing the door to splinter before him, but not fully destroy it. His hands were screaming in agony, but he pushed through the pain as time slowed down once again.

Another thirty seconds as he sent a flurry of sloppily placed punches against the door at full force. He was down to three minutes of time manipulation left. When time restarted once again, the door began to splinter and break apart before his eyes. It created a hole large enough for him to squeeze inside of, and Taran could see inside to use his teleportation. The man had been covering Devon's back from the archers as he'd been working on the door.

"Get, yer arse in there Taran and keep me covered, we get separated now we'll be dead fer feckin' sure." Taran once again simply nodded as he disappeared in a flash of blue light. By the time Devon had squeezed his way through the door, a number of guards were dead in front of him and Taran was standing over them, looking quite proud of himself. Devon couldn't wait to wipe that smile of his face for good. "Come on, le's see if we can find anythin' important lookin'." He said as he moved forward through the palace, looking for the marked room his agents had left for him.
 
Hyde Bekele
Inside the Palace

The mouse ran across the stone floor of the palace heading toward where the booming sounds of gates breaking were coming from. As the tiny creature turned the corner and fumbled down a flight of stairs, his target came into view. Taran. Devon appeared through the tiny hole in the gate as he ordered Taran to begin their search for loot and the man complied, following the dwarf through the large corridors on the first floor of the palace. Now was the perfect time, the two of them were completely alone and it wouldn't be long before both the Underground and the Wardens arrived.

Sin of Wrath.

The mouse stopped moving as the words resounded in his head for the second time. Hyde was confused as to what it meant and forced himself to crawl forward as he chased after Taran and Devon. Be careful, Hyde. The response of concern was not the response he was used to it, he was used to being questioned as to why he was killing yet another person. He was prepared for the onslaught of objections for his upcoming actions but instead, all he received was a cautionary remark. There wasn't something right about the man he was following, about the man that Devon had instructed him to kill. But he had been assigned a job, a job that he accepted and he would be sure to follow through on his word. The mouse began to move again, following after the two as he searched for the perfect moment.
 
Minerva took out a few more guards and gained multiple cuts, some deep, others minor and easy to heal. She glanced ahead when there was a less of a ruckus on the bridge. The knockout gas was still there. How long does this gas last? she thought as she took out a dark purple handkerchief and assessed the situation. She couldn't see any more guards around the area and it made sense- they were all knocked out. She'd have to be careful not to breath during her time in the fog-like gas. Minerva took in a few deep breaths and placed her handkerchief over her mouth and nose. Dante was long gone from the bridge, hanging in the left tower, so she didn't need to tell him what to do.

She looked at the ground ahead, trying to figure out where there weren't any guards on the ground- it seemed most had been tossed over the bridge after they were done with. Minerva closed her eyes and hoped for the best as she dashed across the bridge and into the fog where the second gate would be. Her hand was held out in front of her, which was a rather strange maneuver, but necessary to not run into anything, if there was anything. A few more steps and she felt something hard hit her hand. She moved her hand around it, still feeling the cool fog tickle her skin. Why is the door not opened like it's supposed to be? She kicked it once, twice, then her leg went through an opening.

Minerva scowled. Damn, dwarf! You had one job! She got down on her knees and went through the small hole Devon had made for himself. She'd have to open the gates from the other side. When Minerva felt the cool fog disappear from her surroundings, she opened her eyes and removed her handkerchief to breath again. It was not fun holding your breath, but at least she hadn't been struggling to do so like most humans would after what seemed to be around fifteen seconds. Minerva immediately went for the lock on the gate and wrapped her hands around it, then with all of her strength, pulled it apart like it was nothing. She shoved her handkerchief back in her pocket, held her breath, and closed her eyes once more as she pushed open the gate to allow her fellow comrades to come through.

When that was done, Minerva made her way to the main doors of the castle- it was already open. "You all know your jobs! Loot whatever seems to be of importance!" she bellowed and took out her sword, then began to carve her own pathway for finding anything important and slaughtering any more guards that seemed to be around. It looked Dot and Devon had taken care of most of them though, considering how bloody the royal tiles were. She snickered and started down the left wing.
 
Jack
On the Bridge

(I have full permission from Ryuna)

Jack took out several more guards, gaining multiple minor cuts and some bruises. The pain was non-existent thanks to his suit, a tranquil berserk that mowed down any and all that dared to get in his way. Just as he was about to advance with the skeleton arm and underground elite, a ruckus from behind drew his attention. Turning slowly, until his daemon mask's dark void's glared at the source.

The moon illuminating the two newcomers, with vivid details. Twins. Jack couldn't help but feel a bit of respect for them both, the coldness in their eyes as they slaughtered the opposition and the sheer terror they must have invoked when they really worked together. They didn't look half bad looking as well.... It really is a shame they had to wonder, in like this. Their attention turning to Jack who just stood in front of the bridge his katana's dripping with blood as he stood as still as a statue, waiting, the two didn't turn down or even flinch at his appearance or murderous aura.

A cloud started to blanket the moon, making the darkness of the night ever present, the only light was from Jack's glowing eyes...... A turning of the heel was the signal for him to attack, activating his magic eye, instantly knowing what the two's next moves were. Jack dashed at an inhuman speed ready for the palm strike from the left twin, and the follow-up knee blow from the other. As soon as he reached them he dodged the palm strike from the left twin, Jack delivering his own palm strike to the sternum, connecting, sending him flying several yards. Shifting his positioning almost looking like a ballerina dance move, he dodged out of the way of the knee strike and with a mighty thrust of ivory sent the sword through the man's chest. It was just then the imperator commanded that all the troops move onto the next gate, with a roll of his eyes Jack slowly and delicately removed Ivory from the man's chest and dashed toward the next gate ignoring the remaining brother.
 
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Cryker Reywynn

The destruction wrought from the battle still raging was awe inspiring, at the very least. The hordes of skeletons and men clashing against the gilded soldiers of the Palace, leaving bodies strewn upon the ground in their wake. The battle passed Cryker by quickly, the whirlwind that was the Underground smashed its way down the bridges quickly. Only a few stragglers remianed by him now, either dying, wounded or unconscious, and they mostly ignored the blind man standing outside the gate as he surveyed the battle.

Cryker sighed. It would seem he would need to find forces to fight the Underground elsewhere. He began a slow walk back to town.
 
Jin Crowley
Bridge to the Empyrean Palace

Jin approached the age-old gates of the Palace, glaring at the Royal Family's defenders lying at his feet, it had been a shameful display of New Eden's now-apparent weakness. Stopping himself for a moment, he slowly turned towards Cryker, the blind man was simply walking back towards town... coward. He yelled after the slowly retreating man, "If ye be look'n to brawl, yer eye sockets be no reason to turn-tail, fight like a man!" Scowling, he marched over the bridge, heavy boots slamming against the bridge, occasionally crushing a corpse' ribcage or skull, scattering more blood across the already red stone. Striding forward, his echoes soon entered the Palace itself. There'll be hell to pay fer goin' against me.
 
Admiral Blake Martell- on route to the Palace

Blood. He had seen it many times over but likely not to this extent. His solemn icy gaze trailed over the carnage. But he knew this wasn’t the work of the pirates he had just summoned not long ago. One thing he had learned long ago. Men with the morals of a pirate were ruthless but they weren’t cold blooded killers. Whoever did this did so with the sole reason of making sure no one ever opposed them. The carnage was sickening to his stomach as he stepped around the bloody masses of bodies. The mishapen structures of the gates told him that whatever the pirate was looking for might no longer be inside.

“What a blood mess,” He states softly as he follows the other man into the courtyard of the palace.
 
Kat Charter
"Well.. That's a significantly large amount of blood.." Kat halflaughed, her demon side looking down with glee at all the murder, while also making her want to throw up. "Hey Kestrel! I'm gonna go have a peak around." Kat said casually, ignoring the rest of the men on the bridge, both headed towards the palace. "Now., There's gotta be an open window somewhere.. I'd hate to have to destroy one, that would be breaking and entering." The tan, half-demon monologued, floating around the castle and out of view
 
Cryker Reywynn

Cryker stopped and turned to face the spectre. "Not on account of my eyes, but rather that I'm quite alone. Or, was, at least." He followed behind slowly, eyeing the admiral curiously. Putting his questions aside, he spoke to the revenant making his way into the castle. "They have a few hundred well trained soldiers, a some five hundred skeletons, and a handful of very strong fighters. They made short work of the guards, and took few casualties." From the ghost's demeanor, Cryker had no doubt Jin was looking for a fight.

"I hope you don't mind if I join along in your endeavor? I have a few scores to settle."
 
Jonathan Gold - Approaching the Empyrean Palace

As the group of Wardens led by Gregory, Vagrinel and Jon approached the palace, Jon couldn't help but look on in horror at the massacre that lay before him. The bodies of royal guards, friends that he had made, were strewn about without care, the atrocity of war hit him in the gut. He also spotted the remains of the intruders, along with the bodies of some of the invaders. It was truly a mess. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw a man with pale blond hair laying unconscious near the bridge, but he looked unharmed otherwise. He rushed over to the man, spotting the body of another man who could be his twin, dead in a pool of blood off in the distance.

He leapt off of his horse and checked the man over. It looked like he might've had broken ribs. "Does anyone have healing magic?! This one's still alive!" Jon called out to Gregory and his men.
 
Kestrel - The Empyrean Palace

The darkness that surrounded him was broken lightly by the distant shouts of men seemingly on a far off shore. Those shouts became louder before becoming clear as a bell when a hand landed on his chest. His eyelids felt so heavy as did his body like it was being laid upon by a giant beast. It took so much effort to open them slightly and stare at the torchlight that flickered off the high walls of the palace.

Was that where he was? Why? How had he gotten there? Closing his eyes for a moment he tried to clear the cobwebs that caught on the gears of his mind and kept him from thinking clearly. That woman had brought them here. Them? Yes, Archer was there too. A stabbing pain made him wince as he sat up likely against the will of his body and more so the will of whoever was tending to him, “Archer,” He called out his voice was broken and his throat burned like he had swallowed fire. A fit of coughs caused him to wrap his arms around his chest.

It was then not far from him he saw the broken corpse that had been his twin. His ghost covered eyes stared up at the sky his mouth agasp. All over again Kestrel relived the nightmare of losing that which was closest to his heart. A sob tore through him as he tried to will his body over to the lost half of his life. It was never to be he realized as the pain of an arrow that had been imbedded into his knee made the effort of bending it too great.

Laying there on the blood covered stone he sobbed for all he was worth. He knew the possibility that they would be separated had always lingered in the shadows of every battle they entered but nothing had prepared him for that eventual lose. He cradled his head in his blood soaked hands. Why had they ever come to this forsaken city?
 
Vagrinel Generith-The Empyrean Palace, Outside
"I do, Jonathan."
Vagri stepped forward towards Kestrel, kneeling before him. She had ignored the carnage that laid around them, all but the body that Kestrel seemed focused on. The death that was around them was something someone didn't like to see but it becomes numb after so many times in battle, causing carnage to this level or worse. Placing her hand on top of Kestrel's head, she simply asked. "Was that your brother?" her tone held sadness, but if he was to meet her gaze, he would see a gaze of sadness and understanding. "I understand that you need to grieve, my friend, but this is not the place to do so. A battle is going and the rage of emotion you have can put you at a disadvantage if you were to continue to fight, I'm sure you know this." She glanced down at the arrow in his knee. "If you want to continue fighting, I can offer you two things. First is healing. I am not the best but I can patch you up the best I can and the second...is something that most answer no to which is understandable. I can lessen the grief and pain you feel from your loss, if you want to continue to fight. It would only work if you are willing though and this will not make you completely forget this sadness you feel for a right amount can fuel your motives against the enemy." After realizing she spoke too much, she fell silent awaiting for the boy's answer.
 
Jonathan Gold - Palace Exterior

He nodded in appreciation for Vagrinel's help. Putting a hand of support on the man's shoulder before leaving the two of them alone so Vagri could focus on healing. He surveyed the area, taking stock of how much damage had been done to the palace overall. Aside from the gates being broken down by sheer force, the palace's walls and exterior seemed to be intact. "So we're not dealing with magic users who can pull the roof down over our heads." He said to himself as he started to pace.

The mobility of pacing helped him to formulate plans when he needed them, and right now he needed a plan. "Gregory, we should have your men concentrate on securing the center of the palace, that's most likely where the enemy is most concentrated. I escaped from the left side and I'm sure they must have noticed it by now so I'll take a small group of your stealthiest, and sneak in from the right, through the Banquet Hall, to look for survivors. Vagri can follow whichever group she wishes to. Be careful though, we've no idea how many of the enemy is left, every life we have on our side will be precious in this fight." It was a sound plan, yet he couldn't shake the feeling of death that surrounded him that was emanating from the palace. It wasn't like the death that surrounded him, it felt, more threatening somehow.
 
Kestrel - The Empyrean Palace

“Was that your brother?”

The words were gentle but they only made him turn cold eyes of the palest gold towards the woman that crouched next to him at the moment. Her gaze was soft and understanding of his emotional condition. It was in that moment he realized he acted as a child who had never been prepared for the passing of those close to them. Taking a deep breath he composed himself. He petted his brother’s blood stained hair before he leaned down and kissed his forehead, “I’ll see you, brother when I fall on the field as well,” He murmured softly before he let the dead man’s head drop to the ground with a thud.

Moving he tried to stand so he could deal with is own wounds. He had lost enough blood to make him dizzy as he moved to his hands and knees.Closing his eyes he listened to the woman and her softly spoken words, “I’ll continue fighting simply because I can’t stop unless I’m dead. That is the way I can honor my brother in death,” His golden gaze landed on her again, “Do what you must to get me back in the action,” He noted that in taking this aid he would need to pay back the kindness. It was a line of thought he would think more on later. For now, he just needed to feel bones cracking under the volley of his attacks.
 
Vagrinel Generith- Empyrean Palace, Outside
VagrI watched the boy, kiss the top of his passed brother's head with a sad gaze. She could tell that the love was there between the brothers and for a moment she felt envious at the fact he could show an act so openly, was something she could never do. Getting out of her thoughts and replacing the faint gaze of emotion with a blank face, she nodded before pulling a book out of her pack and holding it. Muttering up her breath, a light began to glow around the book and her open hand before she laid her glowing palm on the boy's head. A few short moments past by, as Vagri began to have a nosebleed and the glow vanished. "That's all I could do on the healing part, but I gain still help lessen your emotions. I ask you once more, are you willing for this?"

Gregory nodded to Jonathan before motioning for some of his men to come forth. "Follow him and his orders. Jonathan, I will send a group with Vagri to the throne room." Looking at the castle, he remember some of his earlier days in the walls, working as a mere guard. "Let's get going.
 
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Jonathan Gold - Empyrean Palace Exterior

Jon nodded at Gregory, looking over the men that he was in charge of. They all seemed like capable fighters, he just hoped they were as adept at sneaking as they were fighting. "Hope you boys know how to swim, we're crossing the moat for this." He motioned with his hand, indicating that the group of five should follow him.

They made their way over to the right side of the palace, Jon barely making a sound as his feet padded along the grass. The other Wardens that followed him were wearing light armor so thankfully there was no clanging metal following behind him, though he'd need to go slowly with them once he actually got inside. As they approached their destination, Jon could see the vague outlines of men wearing the uniform of the palace guard conversing with each other. With a relieved smile, he jumped into the moat of the palace, swiftly swimming his way across the water and too the other side. "Damn, and I was actually feeling dry." He joked, hoping to break the tension that was flowing between him and his group.

He looked over the glass and decided that the only way through was to break in, after all the damage that had already been done, he was sure one more broken window wouldn't be much more. "Careful when you boys crawl through the hole I make." As one of the men questioned just what he meant by that, Jon crashed through the window.
 
Kestrel - The Empyrean Palace
“Are you sure you want to do it?” He questioned after the feeling of that warmth that came with being heal faded. His golden eyes noticed the blood that trickled from the healer’s nose and with little thought reached up to wipe it away with his thumb before licking it off the appendage, “It would be a shame to see a healer come to harm simply because of a request from a patient. Plus the emotions will fade soon. I just need to feel battle around me.”

Slowly he moved to his feet. The lingering tenderness told him that the healing had done wonders for the injury. Taking a breath he stared down at the woman who had helped him. He would repay her kindness every chance he could.
 
Vagrinel Generith- Emperyean Palace, Outside
Surprised at the act of Kestrel wiping away the blood from her nose, speaking on the harm of a healer for a request. That garnered a chuckle out of her. With a shake of her head, she looked towards Gregory. "I'm going to head to the Throne Room to see if there is anything going on there, I will need a few of your men." Gregory nodded and sent a group over to Vagri who turned to head inside the palace. "You will come to see that I am more than just a healer." She half-heartedly joked before moving on. "Feel free to come along, I could use the helping hands." With that she made her way through the Palace using the guide of one of the Wardens to make her way to the Throne Room.
 
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