The Sandstone Shah: Kasrow [5 Kings]

Excitement bubbled up in Zion as his spells followed up Zubaidah's volley just in time to assist Angelus' own assault on Kasrow. The team bombardment seemed to render the undead king unable to resist. Zion peered through the snow to see Kasrow's figure be sent flying downwards where he disappeared among the flurry and the ever advancing horde. Joy bloomed but then wilted on Zion's face as he reigned in his expectations. Though the king was swatted away it did not mean that the battle is over. The hoard was still marching and the Reiman countryside would soon be overrun if the magic animating the horde was not dealt with. "Is the source somewhere other than the leader?" Zion muttered to himself softly. His mind raced but had no answers immediately and now was not the time for deep contemplation. He had to act.

"If you want to join me, I'm going up!"

Zion suddenly shouted to the stranger next to him known as Ghost. A fluffy silver haired tail extended over to the man, for him to grab onto, "Just don't shock me if you do." He said with a cheeky smile before a storm wind gathered at his feet and carried him up into the air. The blizzard storm was akin to the storm kitsune's natural environment, albeit much colder. Rather than be slowed by the winds, he rode them and coasted past Angelus extending yet another tail towards him. "Grab on!" As the man who landed the last blow on Kasrow, Zion determined he would be an important key in the fight to come.

Now with potentially two passengers even Zion would be slowed, but not because of the wind. He danced on the gales drawing a twisting trajectory upwards before coming to a stop in front of Zubaidah. If Ghost or Angelus accepted the ride, he would bring the tails carrying them forward so that everyone was within 3m of each other. "The magic behind this horde hasn't been undone yet. Either that king isn't dead or he isn't the source of the magic. My spells holding the bridge are about to end too. We need to do something to turn this situation around or else Reim is done for. Anybody have any ideas? If that corpse of a king is still around I have a spell that can...erase him. But I'd prefer not to use it if possible." He hoped that the others would have some insights into the situation that he lacked.

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Magoi: 270/440
Stamina: 230/280

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Amongst the chaos, there was one thing that was painfully obvious. As the bodies pushed, piling and piling up on the bridge a wall of flesh began to pile as the group rallied the best they could. Their magics holding back the horde could only last so long. It was a last cry of magic to hold back the human half of the army. The animals by now were pressing into the forests, they were wilder and less guided, without direct guidance they would gather much longer but they held strong. Kasrow had to be moving, even as zigs and zags from a rewired brain commanded him the flesh moved. It's distorted movement, that sharp, dry crack of a deadman's bones. As the new flesh broke and armored contained his manufactured it gave off dry, shifting noises as he pushed through. It was the only sign Zubidiah had, the sound of his body breaking away from them. Getting farther and farther. he was aiming for none of them. He was not so single-minded, controlled by petty short-term squabbles.

Fate had not ignored the parthevian woman's call. No, often fate answered not with what you wanted, but what was needed. Amongst a hundred different noises, of rumors of Zub's incompetence, of the dead slowing down, or that it was fine to have hope she heard something deeper. Something that was a distance away, no, it was coming from two directions. There were two powerful songs that came to her. One from the south where Kasrow had approached from, a sad string on the cord of loss. It told a nostalgia, an aim for the days that had past. How the forgotten, the brave who had been scorned, were coming. How the dead's mightiest was coming to bolster this army to twice its strength. Then, to the north, from Reim, came the fierce feeling of nature. Of a rukh so rushing, so forceful it was as if a flood was coming to drown out the dead. This was the retaliation, this was too great spears guided by a wise man. Two great stories were told to her, but from below, was the sad solemn prayer of fate's cruelty. The truly good died, anger and vengeance guided those that lived too long. It was a fool's belief to hold any to a standard of true good, true saints always became martyrs. If they had some way to see it, then the river would really break.

Then, from the woods, all would hear a great psalm from Kasrow, in response to their brief moment of peace he offered a gift.

"Blessed by Orpheus, The Golden, The Greatest rise to bring the world to its glory. Immortals rise and ride, come forth to reclaim the land my Sandstone Cavalry!

Ghost would be the first to feel it, the earth under the soldiers was beginning to take shape, forming into something brand new. Soldiers on great horses began to rise as in the forest of the Reiman camp two great pillars began to take shape, one held Kasrow, and the other was a massive guard to act as his right hand. As quick as it formed, one had broken through the forest into the fields outside Reim's gate. Whichever had left was now bolting straight for the capital.


The army formed from all around the ground, some starting in the forest to follow their king. The ones under the group would be in site but this new army joined the corpse sea was now seemingly immeasurably. Some were immediately caught by Zion's spells but the number was too large to get them all, much less keep them on the bridge. Still, standing above them loomed a giant general formed from the dead and earth below. Skeletons and bodies could be seen wriggling in its frame, waving, calling out to our heroes.

This was their opponent now, and he didn't plan on losing his ground against them.

DM notes: Kasrow had dug through to the forest where you had all started, activated his household created a new army to follow him and left behind a clone guard to fight you guys, have fun :) I will give you the advantage of positioning yourself by choosing where you want to start, or if you wish to chase Kasrow by yourself then you will see the map for the next area. But, there is no map in this post as I wasn't sure where you all were flying and your approach is gonna force me to change the map a lot anyways. I know Zub is still in the tree for now. and assumed you were in relatively the same post hence the repeated map.

Sandstone Cavalry- Kasrow activating his household commands the earth and dead within a 300m diameter to rise up, reforming his undead army. They return with vigor and fervor to fight with all their might adding to ranks. As this happens Kasrow grows to 50m, forming a giant black mare from the earth, as a clone of himself is formed as well. Standing as two great generals for the army Kasrow only grows, but his clone can mimic all of his stats and abilities. With their great size, they can cover massive distances quickly, most relying on their massive size to thrash their opponents.

Group Name: Kasrow's Undead Herd
Army Tier: Ω
Amount of NPCs: 50,000
Damage Required to Defeat: Ω
Description: An army of the undead, men, women and even children who had been lost to time. Brought back by the might of Kasrow's household and his master Adam. They are shabby, blackened corpses but a shell of the people the once wore. Those who still held clothes and objects of their past are dressed by it. Their bodies are capable of moving at a fervent speed of A-tier speed and they have A-tier strength as well. The Army will disperse upon the death of Kasrow, but they move with a mindless will.
Abilities:
Stampeding Horrors - The Line of the undead Army charges forward 100m, they deal A-tier damage to anything caught within their charge.

Bodies Upon Bodies- The undead start gathering towards a target, sending a small number of them to pile up on a target to Immobilize them for four posts. Forms a dogpile 20m in diameter.

Unearthly Wails- The horde lets out a deathly wail, and spreads out in a 500m diameter in all directions. Anything that hears it feels their eardrums shake, disorienting them for 4 posts.

Corpse Boulder-Some of the undead gather, tripping over one another until they form a ball of bodies that is 50m in diameter. The ball rolls forward 150m, dealing A-tier damage to anything it runs into.

Enemy Info:

Zion would linger there in the air, his flight becoming a bit unstable for a moment once the blizzard ended and he no longer had to adjust for local winds. He wanted to listen to what both Zubaidah and Angelus would have to say and give them time to do so. Alas, they would not have long to discuss before Kasrow made himself known once again. Sure enough, the undead king was far from defeated. The chaos he heralded left the magician aghast as he watched the many Reiman soldiers below become overrun by undead. His remaining spell floundered and eventually collapsed under the sheer number of corpses piling into it. He was powerless to stop the horrors from amalgamating into a giant monstrosity or save the soldiers from certain doom.

That Kasrow sounded so self righteous and assured as he wrought slaughter and destruction. It made Zion's blood boil almost as much as it did when he thought about his great personal enemy, Kornel Klien. As the youth watched the advent of the undead nightmare his hatred of Kasrow had become complete. But even if he chased after the man with all his might, he couldn't fight off the king or his army all alone. Zion needed the help of those three other bright lights amidst all the darkness. He could not abandon them to fight the giant on their own.

A glance towards Angelus and Zion said sharply, "We're taking out the big one. Hold on tight!" The suppressed anger still clear in his tone as the urged his storm winds to fly Zion at top speed carrying him to arrive directly in front of the giant Kasrow. The magician's expression was as cold as porcelain as he aimed his wand at the giant's head while two of his tails pointed at his legs through the steeds of his chariot. "Omega Minor." The command to the rukj left Zion's lips for the first time in real battle. In the back of his mind he wondered if Sollas would approve of his choice to use Oblivion magic here. Zion consoled himself that his target was already no longer living, but it still felt wrong to cast this magic in anger.

Regardless of his feelings behind the matter Zion tossed Angelus straight at Kasrow's center mass at the same time he stopped to cast the spell using the momentum of his flight behind the throw. The spells would arrive faster however, three 50cm balls of Oblivion magic were released to act as vanguards for Angelus' approach. Unless the clone attacked these black silent orbs with magoi he would find them simply pass through and erase its physical strikes. The magician trusted Angelus not to maneuver himself towards either of the three oblivion magics and would choose to cut his magoi connection to them if they succeeded in penetrating the monster causing all three to collapse and explode internally in an attempt to end the giant in a single bombardment of overwhelming power.

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Magoi: 210/440
Stamina: 230/280

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As he looked on he would start to notice the rukh of the undead king. It was starting to change which meant. Something big was starting to come into play and something big did. As he looked up before he knew it there were horsemen now in the fate. These were not originally part of his plan. But when anything ever goes to plan. But he would have an idea and would say it out loud. "Undead is the keyword here. If this so-called king truly was finished with his work then he would not be here. Now I wonder who ended his rule or if something had to have happened for him to have an unpleasant ending. There is only one way to find out." Just as he took a step he would see the fox being Zion move into action. "What is he planning I wonder? Anyhow, I need to make my move and make it now."
Just then "Ghost would start to zoom towards the clone of the undead king." As he was planning to do it on the original but he was now out of sight for the most part.

As he ran toward the dead man living. Ghost would start to see the rukh speed towards Zion who now had someone else with him. They were clearly about to fire off some sort of magic. As the rukh was a lot. Soon he enough he would come within 5 meters of the clone. Still being alerted at the horse men around him. Taking his wand he would start to do the proper protocol for Right Hand Of Hades:Ghost As he took aim at the clone He would fire it off at him before Zion attack could land. If all goes according to this plan the green orb would hit the clone and then Ghost would learn of the undead king greatest regret or moment. Either way it should proves helpful on-site on how to take this guy down.


Notes
Magoi560/380
Mercy 3/4 post
Borg 3/3 now can be used again
Ghost rushed towards the clone to try to use his skill on him
Right Hand Of Hades:Ghost if the green orb hits him he wish to know the undead king greatest moment / Biggest regret for insite into his defeat.
Right Hand Of Hades:Ghost-40
Using
Right Hand Of Hades:Ghost
Tier: A
Class: Magician
Type: Supplementary
Range: Close
Requirements/Drawbacks: Animation Magic +Life Magic. The user will cast this spell via his wand. By drawing a zig-zag line which will cause a Green light to create an orb to appear. Once the target is hit by this Orb the spell will take effect./The target must be considered an undead or no longer lives for this spell to work.
Scaling: Range
Sustain: N/A
Cool Down: 4
Cost: 40/20
Description:
Using his Animation Magic + Life magic in combination the user will aim at a target lifeless body or undead. By doing such a thing the user will be able to absorb the memories of the said individuals. This is done by grabbing the rukh from the departing person via the orb. With Animation and Life magic manipulate the individual's rukh allowing Ghost to understand their collective knowledge. It does not matter how long the said being body has been decreased. The user must use the spell within 5 posts of the corpse being created.

The words Zubidiah heard, the voice she had listened to not the regrets of Kasrow. His stories were amongst them, but it was the tales of old, the teller who brought them forth, the orchestrator of the whole show. The sea of black rukh only swelled as it screeched toward them. It was almost sudden as if coming on them like a summer thunderstorm. The sound of sweet strings and sick laughter rang out among the chaos, even above the sound of the zombies uprooting the tree Zubdiah had been using for rest. The horde of undead seemed unending, but it was by no means the end, the whispers had already warned Zub once before that more were coming. They should've taken action or watched the southern end deeper. It was the song that would grant their attention.


"O Dark Lord of Death and Rebirth, from your boon granted to me raise the restless. Grant them iron fangs and steel bones, for them to raze and restore. Orpehus, Return the lost to their glory!" A man, floating alongside a familiar hatted face flew up to the battlefield from the south. A hundred meters in the air they were safe from any assault that anyone could properly provide, but it was close enough for Adam's Extreme Magic to rise.

In that time, Zion and Ghost had managed to make quite the moves on Kasrow. While Zion had sent their ally forward he was quick to dispose of the Kasrow clone. He would attempt to swat each attack, taking blows back from each one, the second one had been enough to kill him but the bombardment was a safe move as he frantically failed to respond. Ghost would only have a moment to scan the undead, to get an idea of what the past held. It was a brief moment too, as it would arrive as the Dark King did to bolster the undead army. Ghost would only be able to get so much from a clone,, it did not carry much of the king's knowledge, as it was but a shell but it gave him a peaceful memory, a glimpse into the life he had lived.

Kasrow's Last Day:

From Adam's spell, a great Maw formed at the base of the bridge, consuming part of it and the land surrounding it. The mouth was a cave, filled with a horde, one that added to Kasrow's army, but what was worse was that it didn't seem to end, it was as if bodies of endless creation began to pour out. The Dark King was touched by the contractor, the man who had followed him here. He lent only a portion of his power to the spell, to add more fun to their game. Even if it couldn't touch them all? What consequences would it have if they didn't try to stop it?

"Remember, we can't stay for long if you wish to see your other precious kings kekekeekkekeekek, plus this isn't the day for things to quite go too far.

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Angelus had barely scrapped by the shoulders of Kasrow's massive doppelganger. The Reiman soldier had rocketed forth, with a golden blade. The one issue was, Angelus had no continued propulsion while Kasrow not only had a lead he charged forward with blind fury. He did not care to fight these folks anymore. He just desired to bring his fury down on Reim. His home was no more, his legacy was ruined, and more than anything he had no place to truly return to. Adam had raised him a tomb amongst the sand, covered by a destroyed palace lost in the dancing winds. Dazed and confused, with rage in his bones. He had no memories of heaven, of seeing his children's faces once more. Was it false, was he real, was this? This confusion had fraught so much anger, the king's only desire was to release it all on the nation that had stolen it all.

The Reiman would find himself plummeting to the ground. Closer and closer his speed would hurl him toward them, with each passing moment. A sea of writing hands, wails filled with dread. It wasn't just pain, they cried out in longing. They never found peace, or acceptance in their mortality. At the end of the day, they were all marionettes not of Kasrow, but of Adam the man who wished to bring back "glory days". None of them ached with excitement about the lives they could relieve, there was no thirst for fame. No, it was for the peace, for the brief moments of happiness that held before. That they had not appreciated, for they believed peace was their gift, now they were just pawns once again. Angelus was coming to face, to hear all of that until he heard the song of the north.

"KURASS ARAMARK!" Would come from a man who made Trently's body glow vibrant. Fate's thread tugged, wrapping around him as golden wings of brilliant fire spread from his body. From around it spread, becoming centurion armor seemingly made of finely woven alabaster and aurum of pure light and life. It was holy power, a boon granted to him from the Magi Jiryu, who smirked, a pipe hanging from his mouth."That should be sufficient for travel my boy, but I think this dastardly bastard will need to be halted before you'll stab him with that sword, you might need something bigger though, thankfully, here comes the cavalry.


From the gate, it was not just the Reiman's, it wasn't just the Legion, it was THE First Cohort. The rukh, the small flutter, the flock of Solomon's way had now grown to a great surge. The Army was commanded, and something spurred them forward. It was a command from a man with a body of polished, bronze and hair of soft shaggy mud. The Medallions on his chest jingled, he didn't care for the pomp and circumstance, but no one hurt his city, his nation. "FOR REIM, FOR THE LEGION, FOR THE SAFETY OF OUR FAIR CITY! HOLD THIS CITY WITH YOUR LIFE!!" He roared, the Mighty Lucius Scipio Tonare. Beside him, fresh back from his journey, his good friend Octavius Flavius.


"Well, I'll help your army take care of this unseemingly display, I thought after that graverobber and those other grotesque displays we were done dealing with necromancy I guess not. I think you and that boy should be more than enough to take care of the giant pony. I can only do this once, so try and make this opening big." Octavius would say, pulling and placing his hand over his golden arm bracing, magoi shining forth from it.


"This isn't really my style, but since Reim's most recent issues they've been excited to test out the effectiveness of this strategy. Personally, I think I could take him as is." Scipio said with unwavering confidence. Beside him, five mages followed, murmuring, and chanting as they stamped eagle-headed staffs. With each step, Scipio seemed to grow, growing until he reached fifty meters himself. From the ground dirt and sand upheaved as a spear and shield formed in his hands, the spear itself being 60m tall. From a chant of another mage, vines grew over his armor and weapons, which then set ablaze. Finally, the fifth mage conjured the third eye of nightmare upon his helm. From that forth his entire body appeared as a colossal Legatus of black flame.
"YOU WILL NOT CROSS THESE WALLS!" He would roar, charging towards to meet Kasrow in the center. He was the wall, to allow fate's chosen to have their chance.

DM NOTES: Zion Destroyed the clone, too much to handle. Ghost there is your blurb. The rukh from the South was headed for you, it was Connie and Adam, Adam cast his extreme magic from the south, it fills up the whole map. Even if you aren't in range cause you aren't on the ground, unstopped they're adding onto Kasrow's spell, adding to the dire circumstances to come.

Angelus, you wouldn't have been able to gain speed to catch Kasrow, in order to catch someone in a chase you need to be faster you need more momentum. Your swings are refunded, but you can keep the magoi spell active for the sake of now that Jiryu has granted you golden armor with wings with A-tier flight for the next 4 posts.

The Backup has arrived! Octavius is preparing something for the horde but Scipio has had quite a few spells cast on him, and has charged to halt Kasrow so you can reach him. Keep in mind though, in order to kill him it has to be logical, so killing him inside this form will be hard if you don't reach or cut deep enough through his vitals.

Orpheus' Return: From the loss and desire to bring back the past's glory Adam commands his dark metal vessel to create a giant head 200m wide and 50m tall. From this giant head, a horde of undead rushes out, coming in a wave that is 200m wide like the maw it comes from. The Maw has A-tier item durability and can defend with a giant 20 m-long tongue, but the undead from it do A-tier damage as well, capable of climbing and moving on one another to form a bridge.
Omega Factor- Unending Grief: As Long as Magoi is fed to this spell the undead will keep on coming, flowing forth to kill all the user commands.

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Map 2:

Group Name: Kasrow's Undead Herd
Army Tier: Ω
Amount of NPCs: 50,000
Damage Required to Defeat: Ω
Description: An army of the undead, men, women and even children who had been lost to time. Brought back by the might of Kasrow's household and his master Adam. They are shabby, blackened corpses but a shell of the people the once wore. Those who still held clothes and objects of their past are dressed by it. Their bodies are capable of moving at a fervent speed of A-tier speed and they have A-tier strength as well. The Army will disperse upon the death of Kasrow, but they move with a mindless will.
Abilities:
Stampeding Horrors - The Line of the undead Army charges forward 100m, they deal A-tier damage to anything caught within their charge.

Bodies Upon Bodies- The undead start gathering towards a target, sending a small number of them to pile up on a target to Immobilize them for four posts. Forms a dogpile 20m in diameter.

Unearthly Wails- The horde lets out a deathly wail, and spreads out in a 500m diameter in all directions. Anything that hears it feels their eardrums shake, disorienting them for 4 posts.

Corpse Boulder-Some of the undead gather, tripping over one another until they form a ball of bodies that is 50m in diameter. The ball rolls forward 150m, dealing A-tier damage to anything it runs into.

Enemy Info:

No joy or excitement showed on the storm kitsune's expression as he watched the Oblivion magic erase huge chunks of the giant until it could fight no more. The doll's porcelain face had been taken over an icy cold calmness that almost made him uncanny to the eye. As though he were truly just a doll with no will of its own. His thoughts were on the words Zubaidah had shared about her vision. That there was yet another behind the scenes manipulating even Kasrow. But what madness sees fit to call forth the undead king and start such a calamity in motion? Zion could not see the agenda behind it at all with his meager experiences. While he thought he watched the colossal topple and shifted his gaze downward in time to see the black maw summoned by Adam. Zion's azure blue eyes flashed with shock before he followed the magoi to look up and see the giant magic circle behind Adam. Beside him was another small figure hardly visible due to how far they were.

"Another orchestrator..."

The distant duo just might be the ones mentioned in Zubhaidah's vision, but looking back down at the situation on the ground it was clear he could not just run off to pursue them. He had declared to his big brother that he would become a hero. He had promised his father he would become a great person. A Great Hero was probably still something far off no matter what Zion did today. But he knew the path there would be cut off forever if he abandoned the others. The others! Zion realized he had forgotten about poor Angelus and his head snapped to search for the Reiman warrior in a brief panic. Thankfully, fate had plans for an otherwise meaningless throw and brought burning purpose to the act as fiery wings carried Angelus away from a grim end. Only then did Zion heave a sigh of relief and turn his attention back down to the Maw that had been summoned.

Endless undead seemed to pour forth from the Maw without any sign of stopping. "This belly full of fire I've got isn't quite spent yet. Sorry, but I'll be venting a bit more of this anger onto you." The artificial magician said, from one advanced spell to another, as he flew over to position himself directly centered 20m above the Maw. Zion flicked his wand and pointed downwards along with two tails as he sustained Omega Minor and unleashed another volley of three Oblivion magic orbs. Once again he would allow them to erase their way inside the Maw before detonating the spells by cutting his magoi connection to them causing them to collapse into an additional explosion.

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Magoi: 180/440
Stamina: 230/280

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As the green orb enters him. Ghost would start to understand the Black King's final days. He would start to understand what had happened to him in his final hour or at least what he believed it to be. "So you've died of an illness and your offspring was taken way before his time. That lead to someone you did not want to take the crown to be crowned. Very interesting to say the least. But my whole thing is this nation still stands to this day.  Well most of it, so the black king shouldn't be in a state of rage now. As a matter of fact, how did he even come back to the plane of the living?"
Just then Ghost would start to feel an even bigger pool of Magi he would look all over until he finally located it. Not by some sort of spell. But simply because he saw his Rukh booming so big and it was coming from the way the Black King was.  

Just then Ghost would start to race in that direction zooming past the undead horsemen via his speed.
and to his shock it was Jiryu. Wasn't he a Magi from that day? But what was he doing here? Better yet what was he doing with Angelus? The very person who was now taking on the Black king. As Ghost walked by the Magi he would say to him.
"It's Funny you are here of all people. That means this is a serious threat and all that. I don't know much about what is going on but I will take this seriously from this point on. But keep in mind Magi I seek answers".

Just then Ghost still coated in his lightning would walk towards the battle of the two. If all goes to plan he would then Pull out his stave and cast
Force Of Ghost:Ark upon the Black King. As a test to prove he is in a league well above most of his kind. He just cast a Borg-based spell. A spell only the best of the magicians could cast. As the Ark would start to form he would see something coming at the Black Kong as well and it was that girl from before. "Zub-Zub., ...Zubaidah is her name damn... She then went and did it now with that shard cracking." Ghost would now be standing ever so close by the Magi and waiting for the Black king's next move.


Notes cast the spell.
Magoi560/380 -40=340-10=330
Force Of Ghost:Ark
Tier: A
Class: Borg
Type: Offensive
Range: Medium
Requirements/Drawbacks: Must draw a cube made of light magic within his wand
Scaling: Hits
Sustain: 0
Cool Down: 4
Cost: 40
Description:
The user infuses their borg with light magic, creating an extended layer of light magic in the form of a cube. The distance of this ability can reach as far as 40 meters, contact with this cube can deal with A-tier burning ability damage. This ability is indiscriminate and only the borg user will be safe from harm.

Speed Of Ghost:Mercury 4/5 turns now sustained

Talked to the Magi

"Tch, I guess I'll have to give him another lashing..." Adam would mumble prepared to deal with Zion as his group had left him. The fight between him and the undead was a rather decisive one. The puppet did not wish to slack, with haste he had used the magic gifted to him by the demi-djinn. Its knowledge, its ferocity did interest the contractor. This conflict, this struggle between both sides was the path to balance. He needed the players to keep following their parts just a little longer. The power oblivion did well in shredding the corpse, in tearing apart the origin of the increased army. It did well in that, but there were still thousands upon thousands of corpse soldiers.

"No, you have other Kings to tend to, we can watch the end but we can't spend too much time here that would be rather unfair don't you think?" Connie would say, chuckling a bit at the end. He really just wanted to see how it would play out, how they would act.

As the undead pushed into the forest, past them into the fields. Fowards were the other pair began to catch up, where Octavius began to call forth the power of his djinn. "O Djinn of Honor and Ferocity find yourself within my fists, the river to flood to start the world anew. Grant me your power to wash away corruption, DROWN, SABNOCK!" The magoi around Octavius would glow, him changing shape as the power of his new djinn began to change him. He lost the signs of his fanalis heritage, a beard growing forth from his face as the features of a reptile. A turtle shell upon his back, and great big claws. He was fierce and strong, but his moment to shine was still yet to arrive. He had to focus on the army and to deal with that he was going to have to pull off something extreme.


While the white rukh began to gather Scipio burst towards the giant Kasrow. The Shah would rear his horse to meet him, but Scipio was faster, smarter, just better. He met the giant by thrusting his spear, stabbing through to halt his movement. But it did halt his actions. He would swing his arm, smacking at the face of the Reiman General. The nightmare helm would only cause visions of hate. of pain. The last moments of his life, the last he had seen before was appearing now in the world around him. He tried to fight back, as Angelus met golden blades against black flesh her would be met by Kasrows left fist, reaching behind him. Each giant finger was its own club, each getting in the way of his first five slashes. Another would be the middle of his back, behind his chest he'd cut through a dead man's size. He was much larger than Angelus, thick enough to be a walking castle, but the damage was more than sufficient to completely sever his upper body.

Zub would hear is pain, and understand his pain as the shard busted within her hands. Her spear was guided, it was by her, by the will she had. Jiryu would hear her pain, he saw how she asked for fate's guidance. She would sense as it impacted his flesh, going into his chest, not too far from Angelus. The ghosts of her mother and father, they could show up in a way different than she expected. The Magi whispered, her empathy extended to her spear, to the world around her. The lies, the lies from Ipos were gone just for a brief moment, all the noise of the world was. It was what she chose to see, what she chose to look for. It was only temporary, but for a moment the world was clear once more. She would hear, she would feel if she chose the pain Kasrow was going through. The shock, as Ghost's Lightning, began to engulf his body. frying what skin he had left.

He flailed in anger, a hand destroyed, a man inside his chest, one good strike from any of them and he was dead. Yet, he shoved his hand inside his chest. The good hand he had reached inside to grab the little worm, who might've been hurt by the shocks. He didn't see an army, he didn't see the people that attacked him. He felt them, but he saw his bed as he grew sick. He saw his Nephew, an ignorant boy plagued by ambition with no respect of the past.

"YOU ARE NO TRUE HEIR OF MINE!" Kasrow roared as he reached for Angelus, continuing to rant, coughing with his last breaths. Even if he couldn't kill the boy he'd crush a leg, an arm something on him. "MY SON, MY BOY HE WAS MASSACRED AND FOR WHAT? YOUR CAMPAIGN, YOUR DESIRE TO PROVE YOURSELF IN COMBAT? YOU KILLED MY BOY, MY SWEET EAGLE! HE WAS KIND, HE WAS SMART, AND STRONG! He died because of you filthy bastard, my legacy, my empire will die with you...."

Kasrow sounded defeated, but Angelus had no idea what was coming for him, what would happen as his body would crash from its upper half as the dead flesh couldn't support its weight atop the spear of Scipio. As the horse slid down its shaft, the sick bile of a dead man's blood flooded the earth. He would by no means kill them all, but unless Angelus escaped, there was no way he'd escape some form of damage.

Then, a rush of water, began to beat back the dead before they could reach the earth. "With the rage of a river! The force of nature's wrath, that which destroys and brings life. With the waters, the river will rush!" Octavius would yell as his magic would envelop his frame, the rivers seemed to flow from him, pushing him in a rapid rush, he was the head, charging through bodies. Upheaving, slashing through each corpse as the water would begin to wash away the others. It seemed to even slick the path below him, preventing any from getting past. They would see the ferocity of mother nature, of the power of a true djinn. It was enough to make Adam, who had hovered above. How could they dare disrespect such an honorable man, how could they toss away his pain?

NOTES: No Map this post, Kasrow has stopped as he was stopped by Scipo, Angelus does have to cut through alot of flesh, he reached behind trying to stop but you did sever each finger even tho it would be hard to cut through that much flesh in a go, I'm still saying you severed his spin and made it deep into his chest but thats not exactly an instant kill but he is dying. Ghosts spell would reasonably hit you in my opinion but I did not auto-apply damage as I want to give you a chance to react. But Kasrow is falling to the ground and his good hand is his chest trying to hurt you,

Remember, sometimes the best way to avoid damage is to take it.

Zub, here is your new move, but you will need to take to Jiryu to learn how to use it again on your own

Tier: Omega
Class: Warrior/Assassin
Type: Offensive Supplementary
Range: Extreme/Close
Requirements/Drawbacks: User must focus their magoi, must tune out everything before trying to find something to tune in on.
Scaling: N/A
Sustain: 0
Cool Down: Once Per Thread
Cost: 100 Magoi
Description:

Through the use of their empathy, and control of magoi the user becomes temporarily free from the plagues of Iposs Curse, using it alongside Solomon's  blessing to understand the truth of the things she hears. To focus in on her surroundings in a 100m diameter. The Magoi control passes onto their weapon, carrying lingering parts of their rukh allowing the effects of Solomons Empathy to apply if the weapon impacts a target. The Magoi aura over the weapon applyes an A-tier damage until it impacts a target

A desolate wind swept by and again there was no sense of celebration from Zion even though his spells struck true. Ending the wellspring of corpses would be cause for cheers in isolation. But compared to the flood of undead still pouring across the landscape it seemed like using a handkerchief to try and wipe up a river. It brought a sense of hopelessness that Zion had to shake off by reminding himself that one could block that river upstream instead. But where was upstream amidst an ocean? Zion looked around and noticed that everyone else had already moved on to pursue Kasrow. But he wasn't entirely alone. Those two figures standing loftily above it all were still there. Watching the battlefield below as if it were a stage play. Perhaps the one who penned this tragedy was even one of the pair.

The magician swiped his wand and cast Looking Glass to create a magical lens over a hundred meters away where it could observer the fight against Kasrow. The companion lens formed around his left eye whilst his right eye stayed on Adam and The Contractor. If looks could kill, they'd be as doomed as their postmortem puppet. He could see that Kasrow was besieged by attacks and seemed to be holding on only be sheer indignation as his final moments fast approached. Zion still felt like things weren't right though. When Kasrow breathed his last, would this horde of undead truly return to their graves? Somehow Zion felt doubtful, especially after hearing about the song in the south from Zubaidah. He chose to leave Kasrow up to the others and instead used his kitsune flight to swiftly ascend up to meet with the nosebleed peanut gallery.

Powerful gusts would carry Zion closer to the two strangers until he was within earshot of a loud shout. The fox put on a confident smirk and his uncovered eye looked at them with a mocking disdain. "Your toy king is about to fall! Do you have anything else up your sleeves!?" Zion bellowed across the sky at them before laughing loudly and taking off at full speed to fly around the two heading south. "Gee, I wonder where all these undead came from, anyways!" The fox shouted as he passed them followed by another round of laughter. The youthful magician seemed to be caught up in his laughing, but in truth it was all an act. Behind the guffaw was a careful right eye watching the duo for their reaction. If there was truly some answer to the catastrophe to the south, they should show some sort of response to his taunting. Or so he hoped.

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Magoi: 160/440
Stamina: 230/280

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As Ghost looked on he would have a grinning smile on his face. As he watched the body of his defeated foe. He did not feel the need to do much more as he was now starting to realize that someone was in the body of the fallen king. Soon enough a bit of anger would enter Ghost but it was in a happy-go-lucky way. A sort of way. But what foolish person could this be? As Ghost would then start to notice Zub standing there motionless. He realized that this was a battle and now she was crying. Have the war still been going on she would have or could have been hit. But he realized something else it was almost as if she found closure of some sort. That plus the rukh around her was going crazy. Ghost would then see firsthand how power be bestowed on someone.

That is when he would say out loud hoping and pretty much aiming his words at the Magi. "You know if all you magi can give out such power. I wonder did anybody give you the power to give people power? Better yet y'all go around granting power to be kings or rather yet give a chance at that power. But someone claimed two djinns and has yet to do anything amazing but play idol why thief comrade goes bunkers? I can't wait to meet the one who really controls the flow of fate. Because it clearly is not you lots." He would say in a serious tone.

Magoi560/320

Speed Of Ghost:Mercury 4/6 turns now sustained -10

"I can show you more toys..." He would grumble getting ready to draw his violin once more. He would wish to draw the blade, for it to his the song of death against his sweet dark instrument. He was halted, during their flight, Connie once more forcing restraint from his dark king. His smile twitched, the broken facade of a man gave that same creeping smile, an amalgamation of thought and feeling from his patchwork soul. "I already said we have bigger things to worry about. We should go check on your other kings, I'm beginning to think we overstayed our welcome Kyehehehe."

His laugh cracked, the goodbye as he would usher Adam away. To keep on moving in their crusade of revitalization, to restore the honor of the past. That at least, was what the historian thought they were doing. This was all just a game to the magi, even against his fellow wise man. Balance was a fickle thing, when the sides were so heavily balanced bringing the night was important, but sometimes the other side needed a nudge as well, hopefully, this little taste was enough.

"Fair well strange folk, I hope to see you all again soon, Adieu my little checkers!" His last words hung to the sky as they seemed to vanish like the setting sun, flying off into the horizon, heading south to stop by another tomb, to raise another king. If the puppet boy continued to push he would notice something. A subtle sight in the rukh, while the south where the Contractor and Adam had fled to was still dark, there was a great burst of white birds from its source now as well. It felt like Kasrow's, it felt like warmth, of regret and ambition. He felt the tug of that man's old life, the place where more secrets to his strength rested. Were stories and artifacts of the fallen king would lay for them to claim, but there was still more from him, from the pain still being felt.

The pain of Kasrow would relinquish as his form would begin to scatter. Angelus drew his blade, slicing through as the crushing body of debris would fall all around him. He did well, but the lightning had coursed through his entire body, grounded but still, its force ripped through him. Across the back of the Reiman Soldier scars would branch out, as a tree of scars would grow on him. The spell of Ghost had traveled through his nervous system frying its' mark into his skin. He would still feel, but the damage had been done, a reminder of his own bravery. It was a mark of the action he took, of the risk that followed his path. Amongst the debris, the dust that would come as the shell of a body he had fallen would reveal two figures. The resting figure of an angelic warrior, whose blessing still glowed from him as his mark was bared to the world. He was lucky he had his armor, if it hadn't grounded most of the damage across his body then it would've killed his nerves and left his skin crispy. Even with his luck, he would feel his new mark throb, quaking with heat.

The next among the midst was of a young man, who glowed gold. It was Kasrow, around his corpse now freed of the dark hold of Orpheus was rukh. It was actual rukh, drawn forth as Jiryu lowered down towards the man, he withdrew his magics as Scipio would shrink. From behind enemy lines, the army of the dead would start to die. The waters that flooded the fields and vineyards swept away the withering horde, returning them back to the earth from which they had come. The last cries of the herd would follow as the animals fell, coming along with the sad song of the long-lost king. The true Kasrow had been blessed to return to the flow long ago, but it was as if his two halves were speaking one last time. It was that, it was that truth in which Zubidiah would experience.

She saw the past, she saw days as kings fell to kings, as lands of different faiths and homes gathered into great empires. She saw Kasrow, she saw how the King of Kings had taken most of the known world. Taking the strength of his predecessors, pushing his will further. The pain of a man who felt the hot iron of pain as his first wife died, as the second followed along with his first child before they had even seen the light. The days of war that would rise, the prodigal prince that would be born from a third marriage. Hope, that was something new in the story, it had grown and grown until the golden boy was a man. It had revitalized the woes of an aging warrior, a failed scholar, or a worried father. It had brought comfort to Kasrow until the day it was ripped from his hands.

His joy, his pride, everything that resided in that boy was scorned by the one to take the throne. She knew the histories, but not his story as Kasrow could only know the pain he felt before. Zubidiah would recall how his Nephew would lose lands, wage wars with a growing Reim that would form last rivalries till their conquer. There was a memory, his last with his son that seemed to ring out, to resonate within her. Before it took over in full Jiryu seemed to sense it as well, speaking up to parthevian woman. "Do you wish to regale this tale with your compatriots, or do you wish to hold it dear?" He would offer, approaching Kasrow, grasping the hollow shells palm, extending his other hand for Zubidiah, the one that held his staff. For her to hold, if she wished the Magi would cast an illusion to play out this specific moment for them all. There was something about it, something that felt crucial to the life he once live.

While she waited to make that decision, she would see the face not just of a withered-aged Kasrow but of a younger man as well. One that seemed a mirror to him. a younger, bolder boy with the kind eyes of another. The two gold shimmers smile at one another in a moment of returned comfort.


Peace was finally beginning to fall on this chaotic day, still, marks had been made, and words had left pen strokes they might not have imagined. The taunting of Zion had scorned Adam, leaving a bitter taste that he would not soon forget. Likewise, while he may have felt shunned, Ghost's words had not fallen on deaf ears. He thought it humorous that any thought they controlled the board of fate, it was nothing more than a tool of all who played. While certain players had flipped the board, he was hoping to bring it back to play so the sides did have a say. Even those higher could do so much, and they would take notice of this feeble Jester, whose laugh seemed to linger even now as the rag-tag protectors of Reim gathered.

DM Notes: Angelus had metal armor, if I'm correct you had no protections on but we were aware you might take damage, armor would ground you a bit since you were inside Kasrow for the whole attack, but Lightning would've coursed through you to the actual ground and the armor since you didn't leave which actually worked out better, but A-tier damage to Trents Nervous system giving him a branching lightning burn like a jagged tree on his back.

Duquin and Ghosts comments to retrospective NPCs had been remembered, and will likely carry to further interactions.

Zubidiah, feeling Kasrows memories in-depth, one specific he wishes you to explore, if you grab Jiryu's hand he will share this feeling and show it with a spell for all to see.

The distant scene of Adam's attempted pursuit was too subtle an action for Zion to capture but he did manage to see the two depart. The magician watched them disappear and then watched the empty air a while longer before he finally gave a sigh of relief. His hope to entice their chase was to confirm a theory, but it was a reckless decision made in haste by an inexperienced youth. The implications of gaining both their ire at the same time when he was already this exhausted made Zion shiver just thinking about it. Now that they had left he really felt like he had dodged a bullet. The storm kitsune turned his attention forward once he regathered his focus and wondered if it was even worth his while to keep going this way.

He wanted to seek out the source of undead but he had also now traveled beyond the range of his clairvoyance spell.  Both screens of light magic scattered and Zion was left unable to witness the moments after Kasrow's demise. The last thing he had managed to glimpse was Angelus' triumph over the trial of surviving powerful magic and Jiryu stepping in to honor the remnant Kasrow's spirit. The silver haired magician no longer worried for their safety but he also found it regrettable that he could not be there to join in their victory. It was then that he noticed something up ahead. Small and distant, but shining there across the ocean of darkness. A light.

Zion's gaze became intent as he tampered down the urge to turn around and instead willed the storm winds to carry him faster, his wand flicking the air urging gravity rukh to speed up his flight even more. There was something to the south after all! This hope invigorated the exhausted youth with a second wind and blew away his doubts. Though the magician knew not what he would find, at least now he had a destination in mind. He sped towards the light as fast as he could leaving nothing held back.

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Magoi: 120/440
Stamina: 230/280

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As Ghost looked on at the man with a smile on his face. He would proudly say to him. "See Magi this small group defended these lands no thanks to your King candidates whom you've picked. Who are no where to be find. Oh wait they went into hiding or whatever it is your chosen ones do when they need to take action." As the lightening would fade from around him. He would notice that that large dark ruhk was no more or at least leaving and that was good news.
Soon enough he would look on and see the remaining destroyed body of the king. As he would then give a grin. As he too saw the fading spirit of Kosrow.
"With all that glory you once head. Your fears had come to light or did it. Is your kingdom not still standing? Or do that question even matters? Me and the others have gather here to stop your restless spirit...You know what what I am trying to say we are a group of so called heroes not from your time but this one. A new group not a team but different people. So long story short. Heroes comes and heroes go. That same rule applies to KINGS. But I am glad that you are gone...because now that your days have come to an end. Well a new rule can come to see the light of day..



As he said that he would start to walk away. He was uninterested in learning of this man past. As he already everything he needed to know and that was he did not accept his mortality in the end.

Through a few soft words, a veil of illusion would draw to each member of the group, like something caught in the corner of their eyes. Even the doll who closed in on the gleaming star of Udr's old glory. It was a simple, softer day. It was his heart, his core to everything he did, to everything he lost. It was the lament, the lost tragedy of the Parthevia that could have been. Jiryu directed the show, as the play would open, with the trio of near Reim to be with the show's stars.

Quiet, that was a rare blessing on the wide hall of the sandstone palace. Its great pillars matched the mighty palm in girth and growth. He was told his father had done it to match the rumored columns of Heaven that were rumored to exist in the east. Since those days of talk, gossip really always spread around, creeping into the halls of the kitchen, the library, the throneroom even. It grew with the Empire's size, with each ambition Kasrow acquired he gained another enemy, gained more to hide from him.

No matter the time, even a day as early as this, with the sun mute by a dreary blue sky there was scurrying away from every corner he turned. No, even as he walked through halls wide enough to hold two ox-drawn carts there was a sign of nobody. That anomaly would follow, for 100 paces until the sight of green, ochre, vermillion, and violet would pop out in great bouquets blooming on the trim of vines kissed by thorns. They were the canopy of the great garden he kept. It was a place of peace, with birds and big cats alike roaming through the brush. That wasn't the visitor he was graced by.

"Nabu? I did not expect to see you back so soon." Kasrow said, his brow furrowing. His son had only been gone for two months, he didn't expect a war to be won that soon. "Was my concern correct? Do I need to- auauauAUGH!" He struggled to continue as a small touch of cough showed.

"You need to take it easier," the young man known as Nabu would say. He stood from feeding a bird that fanned feathers with a hundred eyes. "The whole reason I went was that you haven't been the same since the spotted fever left its' scar on the capital." He urged, coming back to the Shah hoping to support him but Kasrow shrugged him off.

"It's fine, I was lucky, I escaped into a slower, hopefully, less painless death. Now tell me, my boy, what brings you back? I trusted you with the north border with good reason, you've had no reason to mislead me before so I pray this visit is not to falsely quell fears." Kasrow said, working his way towards a wicker chair. His bones were strong, his skin still taut despite his age and his mind was sharper than any spear in their army. Despite this, bile still clung to his spit and speak. His words, and his breath were left with the scar of his plague and it worried the prince.

"I came bearing good news I promise, The Lucanian people have been distracted by infighting with nearby cities. Their city of Remano has been growing as a trade port, but because of the battle on the western front, the Ater River raid has drawn their forces. Their best tactic has been shooting down our hawks. Messages have been encrypted but each was taken by their archers, so I came to ask for secondary forces. Right now cousin's army is holding them back, just on the deltas precipice. With your permission, I'd like to take the chance to help break the line and then take their capital. Then maybe we can end this war once and for all." His kind eyes conflicted with the harsh reality of his plan.

"It was risky to break ranks, the summer is near over and their harvest is soon to arrive, if pushed into a siege y-you'll be quickly overwhelmed." Kasrow would respond, his eyes worn and weary with all his past battles.

"I trust Amyrbis-" the young Nabu would say his father cutting him off. "You shouldn't, he's self-serving, a trait no good for someone you are too keen to hold as an advisor." Kasrow looked upon him as the passing light of day ignited his coal eyes for just a moment. "You have shown promise, the fervor of your youth is a valuable tool just do not disregard my wisdom."

Nabu would look down on his father, with nothing but admiration and concern in the young man's eyes. He wanted to finish these battles so he could continue learning from his father, to fulfill his role as crown prince. "I know." He said with just a short breath. "I do this because of what you taught me, of your words to do better by the people, by those you care for. The quicker we end this the less of our farms are burned. I wish to be Shah that holds peace like we discussed."

Kasrow had known nonstop war, and so had his father and his father before him, long before his family ever held gold upon their crowns. If any could bring it to this land, it would be Nabu. The bright flame of the realm, the jewel of the capital city. Never had a prince been lauded so well, had so much clamor about what would come in his eventual reign. "I hold no eagerness in bringing upon the end of my reign, but I do trust you. For us, for Udr, for its soil and people, I only ask that you always be better. You are better than I, but do not fall before glory comes. I understand your hurry, but true peace is built on lasting efforts not in quelling swords with stone. Once you return, we will need to enact a policy to better integrate with the Lucanians."

"Then I shall make haste, I hope to end these horrors for both our sakes. They may have moved our hand, but I see now there is no glory in war. The kindest action, even if harsh is to end it before great casualties can come." Nabu continued.

Kasrow would smile, grasping his son's hand as he fought back spit and foul air. As the sun finally fully broke through golden light shined on the mane of Nabu's hair. "I am proud of you, of the man you are. I wished I only had the same kindness when I was your age, that my father had guided me the same. My deepest desire more than anything, and now my deepest joy to see how you may be better than me. My efforts alone have not been enough, raising you alongside our empire has given me everything I've needed, and everything I wanted. Now, let me have my garden so you can get back to your duties. Once these battles are over, we need to do something about finding you a wife. I would like grandkids when you're willing to oblige."

Nabu smiled, he desired nothing more than to settle into such a life. "If it is my duty I will." He jed, having no issue with such an idea. "I won't take any more of your time, among the heavens and field I cherish you father."

"For a long time, you've been the only thing I've been able to cherish with regret, safe travels." With those last words the dream broke, and the scene of the palace would fade for all except the kitsune. For him, the dream turned to crumbled stone and tombs. The rukh guided him to the ruins, the mausoleum of Kasrow. The stone gates, were wide open from the dead that had left them. Trinkets, weapons, and pottery littered the plains that turned to withered dirt and dust, sand taking over where life once had been. Kasrow's treasure, his histories lay down there. It was up to him if he wished to disturb, to venture and see the remnants of the true man. For the Kasrow they fought was false, a hateful shadow of a man whose greatest loss cost him his strength and will.

The fox sped across the sky and found himself flying right into another world. An illusion brought on by a Magi's power. It was inescapable and vivid as though reality had been simply overwritten in a way that Zion's own perfect illusion magic could not replicate. These were the final lingering memories of the true king Kasrow. Watching the somber scene play out brought forth a swell of emotions in the young magician. Though they were very different men he saw parallels in Kasrow and his own father, Mikael. One look at that carefully cultivated and curated garden and Zion knew the two would have had at least one hobby in common.

A final conversation with one's father. Though Nabu had no way of knowing it would be such, Zion felt that it was likely this father-son pair never spoke again after this scene. It was odd to watch. Nabu was far older than Zion was when he had to face such a situation, yet their roles were very different. Zion knew his father's time had come and was given the chance to say goodbye. But Nabu still had hopes of returning home with a victory for his father. Still eager to live up to the heavy expectations placed on him by a man he respects and loves. In a way that made Nabu seem far more mature despite his failings in Zion's eyes. All he had been able to do was cry afterwards. How long had it taken for him to find his resolve and begin pursuing his father's late wish?

Zion laughed at himself softly as he realized he was comparing his own past self to a long dead figure of the the ancient past. He was not the same helpless child he had been when Mikael died. Though his goal of becoming a "Great Hero" still seemed far, Zion felt he was on the right path. The magician descended from the sky and touched ground in the garden. "I suppose the sad truth is, Nabu never lived up to Kasrow's expectations in the end." Zion sighed his lament as he walked forwards through the vision. He watched the two share some final words and arrived at Kasrow's side just in time to see Nabu depart.

"But you loved him all the same. Even though your heart was full of doubts, you saw him off with a smile and paternal love..."

Zion spoke to the phantom of Kasrow knowing full well that the dead man couldn't hear him. The dream was breaking now. The pristine palace fell away to reveal ruins. The garden behind him became overgrowth and chaos. The ailing King was the last of the vision to fade. For a moment, Zion almost felt like the man was looking at him as the king cast a final gaze out over the flowers. The kitsune paused in shock briefly before smiling and shaking his head. "I must be seeing things." For some reason Zion didn't see the visage of Kasrow in that final glance. Perhaps he simply missed his own father too much, But Zion felt he had seen his own father smile at him.

Advancing out of the vision of the past and into the present it was like the power of time itself flew fleetingly by with each step Zion took. It was an odd sensation. To stroll out of clear and vivid history to wind up in a dusty worn historical site. If Zion hadn't seen what this place looked like at its zenith just moments ago, he would be hard pressed to identify this tomb as the once palace of a mighty monarch. Fate had truly brought him here it seemed. Thus, it was without hesitation that Zion proceeded on deeper inside the tomb intent on prying into its secrets.