Saga: Sudden Assembly

[kihaku]

((The first half will be just my character, and isn't entirely necessary to read unless you really care about what the room looks like. The second half effects everyone.))

My eyes were blinded by the sudden change from impenetrable black to vivid white, and for a moment I couldn’t even tell which direction my head was pointed. Slowly, I became aware of a hard, cool surface under my back, and a pressure on the back of my head told me that I must be lying down. As soon as my mind made that connection, the world stopped spinning, my eyes came into focus, and I could finally sit upright and make sense of my surroundings.

It seemed like everyone who’d been stuffed in the cave and forced to duke it out was now either sprawled across the floor like I had been, or in various states of recovery. The ground was made of marble; the snowy-white stone with rivulets of rich browns was unmistakable. I quickly noticed, however, that the lines of chocolate were broken every so often by luminescent lines that glowed with a slightly blue-tinged light. My brow creased as I tried to make sense of it. It could have been some form of fiber-optics or LED’s, but it didn’t have the defining qualities of either. I traced the line with my eyes, until I found an intersection.

Slowly, I rose to stand erect, and peered at the curious design that seemed inscribed in the very stone. Realization flashed through my mind, my heart began to beat double-time, and it took all of my willpower not to let my mouth drop from awe.

‘It’s a spell-form. A real, tangible spell-form.’

I had seen enough of the kind in anime, movies, video games, and other such media, but to see one that had functioned so well was simply mind-boggling. It had to have been this one that brought us here, and such power needed to transport so many would definitely have a disorienting effect on the travelers.

Before I could comprehend much more about my situation, I heard the footsteps of at least a dozen people all around me. It was then that I realized I was being watched by the same robed figures who had accosted us back in the ruins just after the strange energy I didn’t recognize swept over us. They stared for only a moment longer before some unseen cue had them all turn as one towards a raised dais constructed of the same white stone.

Its surface was masterfully carved with a scene in relief of many bodies all clustered together with a bright star above them. On the other side, another cluster of people, this one much less organized, were on their knees and seemed to be offering praise, oaths of fealty, or cries of supplication. Between them both, a tall, cylindrical pillar that was topped by an even bigger star shone light upon both sides, a sign that both ends of their social spectrum were equally blessed.

My stomach turned with unease. I sincerely hoped that, no matter what happened in the future or who these strange people were, they didn’t expect me to become one of the groveling masses. Still, as they took their seats behind the five-foot high podium, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread steal over me.

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There were six seats above the unwilling captives, and each one eventually had an occupant. Five were on equal footing, though the final one was on a separately raised platform a little higher than the center seat. Just behind and to the right of each chair, one of the robed people took what appeared to be a customary place, like an attendant to some kind of leader. After taking their places, they removed their hoods and revealed that each one was as different from the next as are strangers on the street. Some were average height, some short, some tall. Their hair was various shades of black, brown, even blonde. Clearly, this was a council of some kind that was not governed by discriminatory practices. The attendant to the highest chair stepped forward, but not closer than the seated individual.

“Warriors of Ages,” despite short, sandy-brown hair, brown eyes, and androgynous features, her voice was surprisingly feminine. As she addressed the assembled people, her gaze seemed to sweep over each one in turn, “You have been brought here before this special session of the Council in an attempt to prevent any sort of modern corruption, and answer a few questions that we may have of you.” She took a step back, and the person seated on the far left shifted in his seat.

“I am Jeffron, High Lord Alchemist.” His voice was deep and sonorous, despite his wiry frame. His face was pinched and thin, indicative of an academic. His attendant stepped forward. “My Second, Shyaldi.” Introductions continued from left, all the way to the right.

“Therick, High Lord of the Knights. My Second, Morkim.”

“Good fortunes to you Warriors, I am Elmelda, High Lord Alleviator. My Second is Sulas-Ril.”

“I am Tyser, High Lord Summoner, my familiar is Scaevu. This is my Second,” he motioned towards the slim girl next to him, “Imgei. Her familiar is Gendo.”

“I’m sure they can recall such simple things,” snapped the seated man next to him. His tanned face was creased in a frown, and his dark eyes scowled at nothing in particular. “I am Ser-Nyskel, High Lord Elementalist, and my Second is Shaban.”

The first female from the beginning stepped forward again, and gave a quick nod the group before introducing herself. “I am Verechi, Second to the Lord Mage Estrkin.” She swept her hand across her stomach to indicate the seated individual next to her, who smiled benevolently down at the group.

“Welcome friends. I must apologize for the rough treatment earlier. You must understand, we mean you no harm. Before we bombard you with questions of our own, do you have any introductions to make, or inquiries of your own? I’m sure I speak for the others when I say that we wish you nothing but our heart-felt assistance.” His shoulder-length steel-grey hair was tinged with white along his temples, and his slightly wrinkled face wore a sincere smile that matched the kind shine in his ice-blue eyes.

((The thread is now open for others to post. Remember, your characters cannot use their powers, but nothing else about them has changed.))

[Jimmy Claymore]

((OOC: I may have missed a chance for Rizuk to mourn Agatha or to affect much of the time rush but Mike, you may regret that last OOC note))

Rizuk woke groggily besides one of the humans that had been trapped with him down in the final confrontation with Loki. As far as 'final battles' went, this one was taking freaking ages. He felt weak, it was... a pretty alien feeling to him. It felt like his very soul was frozen in the depths of an arctic hell, in fact, it felt like this was very adversely affecting his biology as a whole. For starters, he was sealed in his Human Persona form, which meant no Dragoning out. He was displeased by this. He felt tired, grouchy (-er) than usual and his mind kept being drawn back to both Kyle's demise and of Agatha, that girl his own little personal curiousity had fought in a tournament once. As he recalled, the curiousity had lost. He was used to people dying but it still hurt... The strange marble room was also something that bothered him. While the human examined the blue marks and drew his own conclusions, Rizuk was reaching a far different conclusion in his mind
"This is a court-house. They're putting us on trial..." the raised bench and crowd of weirdoes were a bit of a support to this argument. The Dragon growled deep in his throat and flexed his fingers, hopefully his nails were still as tough as always... they might have to fight their way free. He hadn't seen Jiaomasu (although, to be fair, he hadn't looked) and the gradually filling ranks of their Judges was noticed by the dark haired warrior.

His flaming orange eyes flickered over each individual as they were introduced, his scowl unshifting and showing no sign of making any judgements. When they finished their polite and well phrased introduction, offering to answer any of their questions. There was a pause of only a few seconds before Rizuk bellowed at a volume which was apparently NOT one of his special abilities as he could still use it
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?!?" His completely unapologetic face at this horrendously uncalled for outburst may well have lost them some of the respect that they held as Warriors of Ages
"You are not any Dragonian Royalty I know of, and your sitting up there with your 'council' like you run all the fucking shit in town! I'll tell you who I am, Rizuk Ryujin, Dragon God of Zolan, last Dragon on this freakin' planet, and I know ask of you, please, 'O council' Who the fuck[/i] are you and where the fuck[/i] are we!? We do not appreciate this treatment![/color]" Rizuk's face was practically glowing as he glared up at them, while he was many things (a vast majority of them negative) a coward was not one of them, powers or no, he was not going to be talked down. If you kidnap someone, seal their abilities and then offer them your aid you probably shouldn't expect much from them.

His fierce eyes were looking for a sign of someone he knew apart from his friends but everyone looked... different. These weren't any Dragonians he knew of, this probably meant they were on some different planet. He wanted to groan but it'd be a sign of weakness, they were somewhere completely alien and admitting that they had no idea what had happened could probably lead to them working for this council for ages. He looked to his allies and nodded at the council, if they had any other questions, now would be the time to ask them.

((OOC: >_> I winced writing that, now I just have to pray they have a sense of humour or badly trained guards))

[Kaworu - Horatio]

The other dimensional being known as Kaworu had like everyone somehow been knocked out and had arisen quite quickly in the dark marble room, "This is new" commented Kaworu then his dimensional counterpart arose "What being unconscious" he answered "Yeah but I've tried sleeping a couple of times but I don't think I like this one" expressed Kaworu as he stood up.

He looked around as best he could and saw Augury with the twins who didn't seem happy about being knocked out either and he was glad all his people were okay and it seemed the rest were doing their best to recover also, Kaworu had heard the introductions and such like that and thought Rizuk's comment thou warranted could've been done a little nicer but hey whatever works. He then stepped forward to address the council himself "I concur with the Dragon but in a more polite way mind you, anyway I am Kaworu Wolfram only of Angel of my kind in this dimension and also don't appreciate nor know how you were able to do thusly. But I hope you tell us why we are here be it for question time or court time and I vote question because I am not doing court as I am not of this world your rules to not apply to me thou I still respect them I will not concede to prison or this unjustified confinement you have us in, so if you had of just asked us nicely I'm sure we would of gone with you and answered questions thou I'm not sure about those Hellions" informed Kaworu as he stood there wondering what the purpose of all this was.

Because he'd only been in this dimension a short amount of time and haven't really shown much of his warrior spirit aside from in that cave with Loki and the Hell lords, so he was wondering why he was dragged along but maybe they've somehow heard of his travels but he thought that unlikely cause he was sure dimensional travel wasn't something this dimension was known for it's knowledge or ability to travel to other dimensions.

[Shei'ki\Agatha]

Jenny, the amalgam of three beings, had been sealed, her energies restricted, but she was certainly giving her spell-bonds a good work out. She was a fountain of energy, and keeping it inside her was a balancing act. Just the same, with such ease, they managed, like keeping a dragon on a leash like some sort of pet, or a... well, like managing a nuclear reactor.

One wouldn't think all that to look, however, the disoriented, feral-eared girl slowly coming to while face-down in the dirt. Or was it rock? Stone! She squirmed as she sat up, seeing Loki not five feet from her, similarly sealed and bound in his bones. Agatha whispered to her, terrible things, and Jenny wrinkled her nose in utter distaste and loathing for the lord of hell reborn.

Something was satisfying, though, seeing the fool all weak and helpless before these... potent people. It gave her some reassurance... that this could still turn out well. Then she heard Rizuk, and let out a soft, whimpering groan. Expectable indeed - Rizuk was a grumpy, grumpy dragon, and had more self in him than his body could hold at that size. Then some pretty boy gave a speech, and she was left there to listen, and watch him, let him say his piece and... was it just her... or did he talk like Speed Racer's father?

She could not help but giggle, hearing him go on... and on... and on, breathlessly, often repeating himself more than once in the same paragraph, or so it felt in spirit. Yup, like Speed Racer's father. Soon, she was laughing merrily, and holding her sides, hoping it didn't offend him terribly.

"You shall not race in this race son I forbid you to race in this race it is a dangerous race with much danger and you may not race in it son I forbid it!" she cried at the angel, then howled with more laughter, her melodious voice carrying through the chamber.

[Aion]

Aion had remained conscious during the events of the last few minutes; even though, after hearing Rizuk's rant, he wished otherwise. The battle had left the young man's body ravaged, with the three medium sized holes scattered around his upper body, all thanks to Natas' cloak. In his time spent on the damp floors of the cave, during Loki's tirade, the Nenian had been smart enough to redirect what remained of his strength to healing himself; but he hadn't achieved much, his wounds still ached and burned, all three continuing to bleed profusely.

Through all the pain, the Nenian had somehow managed to prop himself up on his knees. Head facing the ground; his sapphire hair dangling in front of his face, concealing the blank, yet painful, expression that had appeared. He would have faced forward, but it wouldn't have mattered, his vision was blurred, mind tittering on the brink of unconsciousness; the fact that he had lasted this long was a testament to his willpower.

All the young man could do is hope that his comrades were safe.

"Aion Zakiya, ambassador of his Majesty Andrak Mikomora; and General of the Lavertian Knights, "Berserker Division". "

Aion ignored the madness in the room, instead following standard protocol, giving the council all they needed to know: Name and rank; nothing more, nothing less. His next request seemed like a harmless one, but was essential to gaining a clue of his whereabouts, and perhaps knowledge of his captors technology and skill.

"R---requesting medical attention...."

[Garoten Reklor]

A combination of training and inherent personality kept Garoten from speaking while the others went on various rants. He'd half expected Tidus to be the first to launch into a tirade, but he'd forgotten about one of the few people in the world more volatile than his younger friend - Rizuk the self-proclaimed dragon god.

He had been concentrating on remembering all of the names that were coming out. He didn't even know the names of most of the people in the cave, so he had been grateful for the Lord Mage's request for introductions. Unfortunately, he'd left it open for questions and comments. Rizuk's rant was offensive enough on the face of it. Not that Garoten himself was particularly pleased with having some mystical seal slapped on him and being dragged before a council, but cursing fate had never done anything to change it, and Rizuk of all people should know that. Kaworu, as his name turned out, gave a speech of his own that was more polite, but no more helpful. Telling these obviously powerful men and women to their faces that he refused to be subject to their rules was something akin to treading water in the middle of the ocean and shouting that you refused to get wet. It reeked of an arrogance that Kaworu's very presence before these people revealed to be unfounded. Garoten felt his mood slipping afoul even before the girl, who not so long ago had been an emotionless drone, unleashed a string of nonsense about racing and then collapsed into a fit of laughter.

Had the seals done something to everyone's sanity? Aion seemed to be the only one with anything worth saying at a time like this. Suddenly noticing the Lavertian General's condition, Garoten stepped over to him and offered an arm to keep the battered man from falling over. Even if he knew how to heal, he couldn't have anyway, so he was forced to wait for the council to provide help. In the meantime, he followed Aion's example.

"I am Garoten Reklor, Tenju Gaurdian of Dragonia's peace. Excuse my companions - we'd just like to know where we are."

He shot a look to Tidus that was heavy with meaning: Just introduce yourself, please...nothing foolish!

[kihaku]

((Ray, Ryan, and Tidus are the only ones left yet to post. As promised, I am simply performing miscellaneous actions that won't effect the overall saga.))

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?!?" The Dragon’s outburst didn’t go unnoticed, in fact the High Lord Alleviator cringed at the vehemence in his voice. Her gentled brown eyes creased with sympathy and transparent regret for putting them in such a situation. Verechi and Therick both frowned slightly in disapproval, but Ser-Nyskel nearly chuckled in amusement.

"You are not any Dragonian Royalty I know of, and your sitting up there with your 'council' like you run all the fucking shit in town!” This time, the High Lord Elementalist actually did chuckle. “I'll tell you who I am, Rizuk Ryujin, Dragon God of Zolan, last Dragon on this freakin' planet, and I know ask of you, please, 'O council' Who the fuck[/i] are you and where the fuck[/i] are we!? We do not appreciate this treatment![/color]"

“Yes,” the dark-skinned Council member sniggered, “I’m sure you don’t. But for your information, Rizuk Ryujin,” he leaned forward across the dais to glare down at the dragon, “we do run all the shit in town.”

“Nyskel,” Verechi’s words snapped down to the Elementalist like the crack of a bull-whip, “please refrain from plying your normally ill-temper on the Warriors.” Despite being a Second, Verechi’s words managed to have the High Lord sit back properly. His face was a mixture of spiteful glee at his retort to Rizuk’s explosive words, and an insufferable aggravation for the High Mage’s Second. It seemed that she was considered an equal of the other High Lords, despite her lesser title.

This time, it was Kaworu’s turn to make his introduction and speak his piece. The Council, for the most part, was easy to read; the majority of them appreciated the Immortal’s peaceful speech, and therefore didn’t react too harshly when he voiced his objections against their current detention.

“…if you had of just asked us nicely, I'm sure we would of gone with you and answered questions, thou I'm not sure about those Hellions."

Immediately, Jenny started laughing hysterically at Kaworu’s words. None of the Council seemed to find the hilarity that she had obviously discovered, and when she had finished verbally mocking him, one of the Seconds spoke up.

"And that is exactly why we reached the decision to restrain your powers.” Morkim, the Second Knight, stepped forward to answer Kaworu’s accusations. His hair was a light blonde, and his eyes were a keen electric blue and shone with an intelligence to back up his position. For someone with such an important position, he was relatively small, and looked like he couldn’t be any older than sixteen or seventeen. Still, his voice carried a confidence that matched his stern countenance. “Our study of you lead to the determination that there was definite animosity between at least two factions within your group. That being said, we needed to make sure you didn’t tear one another apart once you were released.” There was a moment where the general Council nodded in concurrence, though Ser-Nyskel’s bearing told he wouldn’t care either way.

"Aion Zakiya, ambassador of his Majesty Andrak Mikomora; and General of the Lavertian Knights, "Berserker Division". " Several High Lords perked up at Aion’s words, catching specific phrases and finding immediate questions springing to mind. However, they restrained themselves out of respect for his title. However, when he moved and revealed his incredible wounds, one of the Seconds gasped at the immeasurable amount of pain he knew the Nenian must be in.

"R---requesting medical attention...." Elmelda looked up at her Second and nodded in a silent command. Sulas-ril nodded in return, then looked back towards the injured Warrior. He closed his eyes, and with a short, sudden burst of air, he disappeared and reappeared in a following burst of wind kneeling next to the wounded detainee.

“Please be still, Warrior. As the Second Alleviator, I promise this will cause you no pain.” With a gentle touch, he placed his left hand on Aion’s right shoulder and closed his eyes again. He took a deep breath, then splayed his right palm towards the injured chest. A soft, green glow emanated from Sulas-ril’s deep caramel-brown skin, just before tendrils of energy flowed from his fingertips and brushed tenderly against the ragged edges of the wounds. A soothing warmth flowed into Aion’s chest, and his wounds instantly numbed, the pain washed away by comforting waves of healing energy.

As the healing continued, so did the introductions.

"I am Garoten Reklor, Tenju Gaurdian of Dragonia's peace. Excuse my companions - we'd just like to know where we are." This time, High Lord Tyser leaned forward and placed his elbows on the dais, then rested his chin on his thumbs with his fingers interlinked.

“Well-met, Garoten Reklor. The fact is that you are still very much alive and well on Dragonia… in a sense.” His dark brown eyes watched their facial reactions carefully. “All will be explained, I assure you. For now, suffice it to say you are in Warden, capitol city of Ithroia.”

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I had listened to everyone from the start, carefully trying to absorb everything I could. The one who had introduced himself as Tyser started to give a fairly straight answer, but then stopped himself short. Clearly, they wanted to know more about us before they told us exactly what they planned to do with us. That didn’t sit entirely right with me, but then again I wasn’t in a position to argue. It had been Tyser’s familiar that had suppressed our powers, so it was a little redeeming that he at least wasn’t dodging the question entirely.

“I’m Brandon Haggardy, though those who know me call me Prometheus.” Besides Garoten, I was probably the best composed, emotionally speaking. Considering I had appeared on Dragonia against my will in the first place, Ithroia didn’t sound like it was going to be any worse. When you’ve been thrust into the snow of the South Pole, then suddenly told you’re in the North, you’re still going to freeze.

[Jimmy Claymore]

Rizuk was pretty annoyed by that Nyskel bloke. Truth be told by the fact he was approaching the dais at a fairly quick pace with his fists clenched was most likely a matter of great concern. what he was going to do is unknown, and probably best left like that since he never got there. He was quite content in his approach, until Verechi spoke up and silenced the Elementalist despite being of a lower rank, Rizuk barked a short laugh and strolled back happily, eyebrows raised
"Yes, yes, be a good little boy Nyskel, your even getting to sit at the table and everything, maybe if your EXTRA lucky you'll even get some candy if you behave yourself!" With a fairly unceremonious gesture Rizuk grinned at the Elementalist with a glint in his flame coloured eyes. That glint was a threat, if he crossed the dragon again he may not have the opportunity of being bailed out by someone else.

They answered everyone's questions easily enough, the girl that had contained Agatha seemed to be mildly thrilled with something which confused him. Kaworu had given a speech much like his own, except for not being as rude (or, in his mind, direct) which had apparently inspired the girl to crack up. Ah well, she was clearly insane. She HAD been trying to kill him earlier. Apparently, Rizuk and the others were split into two factions so they were careful. After a brief head count Rizuk decided to inform them
"One" after a pause for them to ask what he meant he continued "There is a grand total of one person here who I remember not being on our side. And he defected. What, have you already seen to the others or are you really that... Nyskel-ish?" Rizuk had apparently decided that even the name itself was now an insult, possibly the record fastest that Rizuk has decided he dislikes someone.

He bowed graciously at the person healing Aion and made a note to them
"You, I like. Nice attitude, make sure he doesn't die, he's useful" Rizuk's apparent cold indifference to Aion would probably seem warmer if it was known how few people he considered "useful". The statements to Garoten did little to soothe Rizuk's growing annoyance
"See, there's a fundamental problem here in that there is no such place as Ithroia on Dragonia. Would you care to stop talking nonsense and give us maybe some fucking information? Or would you rather play word games all day, 'What can you take some from and still have a whole left' that kinda shit." Rizuk's direct approach was probably the best to use in these circumstance but... you'd think he'd have some manners by now.

[Shei'ki\Agatha]

Jenny's cheerful laughter subsided, and she reclined on her bottom, feeling... like she was under pressure, so well restrained by the magic, all her powers sealed inside her harmlessly... but she was a being of energy as well as a body, so she felt something like a bottle of soda, shaken like crazy.

But it wasn't a terrible feeling, just a sort of... uncomfortable. She felt a little bad for laughing at the Angel, she'd not meant to truly mock him, but she needed the laughter in this situation, it'd put her spirit at ease. So there it stood, she was feeling much better from waking up to see Loki.

"I'm..." she paused. She had to decide a name. Jenny...? No, that wasn't right, she wasn't jenny, jenny was an extension of herself, yes, but it wasn't her... like how one's skin isn't that person, just a part of them. Pariah wasn't it either, that was the name of the body and the militaristic entity tied to a now melted-into-her-cranium device. That was like saying a cyborg is his implants.

Agatha. Agatha was her name. Her true name, anyhow.

"...Agatha. Um...!" she looked to the angel, apology in her eyes, and frowned. "Sorry! I was only teasing a little... please don't be offended, I... didn't mean anything by it." As she spoke, she bowed gently from her position on the ground, biting her bottom lip gently when she was finished.

[Kaworu - Horatio]

Kaworu had understood the reason the young second had mentioned thou he didn't like the boys' disrespectful attitude towards him and the others, he'd also noticed the strange amalgamation girl who'd went bizzaro earlier seemed to be doing the same now in a less violent fashion. Catching some of the words the girl had said in jest he recognized what she was laughing at and when she offered her apologies, "Do not worry about your desire to laugh I take no offense towards your jest and know what you speak, but all I wanted to do was hammer home my intentions as I am again now" expressed Kaworu as he also bowed in kind to the girl.

He then turned to the council "I'm glad you're being so civil and helpful with our injured as you are thou too bad you can't help with death or disappearances, anyway since we've had our time to cool off I'm sure most of us that are honourable warriors, would've have been able to control our tempers and temperaments and refrain from ripping the others limb from limb as you say. And from what I can tell by just looking at my fellow inmates that some of us need our powers for particular and or vital reasons, so I'd like you to treat us with the respect we deserve and that we can make our own choices on when and where we choose to start a conflict." informed Kaworu looking towards that spoke down to him early. He then gave the kid a glare of distaste "And please tell your boy there to speak with respect next time, he has no right to consider himself superior to myself or any of the others in this room so please teach him a little more manners and respect" expressed Kaworu as he waited for the backlash of his outspoken words even thou they were said politely.

But before that he wanted to add his own opinion in further "I once again agree with Rizuk that there is no known place on Dragonia called Ithroia, I explored this whole planet before settling here and run into no such place, if you are a hidden place and your being capitol of something I'm or any of us are unaware of you have no right treating us like this or holding us to some problem you have either in general or be it with us. So stop beating around the the bushes and get to the subject at hand which is why you have brought us here, and what you intend to do with us while you have restrained our powers" expressed Kaworu who then mumbled under his breath "Or think you have restrained everything" as he used his free hand which was in his pocket Kaworu fiddled with some devices that were created by him.

[Tidus Revok]

Tidus had been sleeping like a baby up until Rizuk's explosion. He sat up rubbing his eyes and stood to his feet scanning the room with his eyes. The last few weeks were interesting weeks for Tidus. First he battled an undead guy with a god complex over a magical piece of parchment. Then he used the parchment to help out a Demon and who knows what else bring a dead guy, Who wasn't actually dead back to life. Then it got better. They battled in a ruin under the ocean, And then they all woke up in a cave, were tickled by a scare-crow on steroids till they passed out. Now they're in a room with a bunch of Robed figures claiming to be rulers of Dragonia. But that kind of stuff seemed to happen in Dragonia on a daily basis.

I agree with Rizuk, but in more polite words. My name is Tidus. Red Tenju Warrior, and Student of Nishaio Shimato. If you know the Tenju then you obviously know we, That is Garoten and I, Mean nothing but good for Dragonia. In fact Garoten has a history for helping Dragonia. If your done interrogating us, I'll take my powers back and be off. Thank you.

Tidus began tinkering with the Amulet he had around his neck as he eyed Garoten waiting for the mages response. The amulet was a pale green diamond shaped jewel, With a M engraved to it. Nishaio had given it to him after becoming a Tenju. He said that it used to be able to grant one total Invisibility, But it had apearently lost that ability over the years.

Now would be a great time for you to work again! But nothing happened as Tidus grasped it in his hand. Even if it had, and he had turned invisible, Its not like they hadn't locked the room or something for safe measures.

[kihaku]

((Glad you could join us, Tidus. Unfortunately for the last two, time has come to move the saga along.))

It seemed that the collected combatants were through playing the word-games of the Council and, though they remained civil, they would no longer suffer being left in the dark as to the true purpose behind their arrest and current location. Sulas-ril, almost a quarter of the way done with Aion’s healing, turned to look to the dais and nodded that it would be alright to proceed without him. Apparently, having the Dragon’s vote of confidence was enough to convince him he would be in no danger if they revealed the whole truth. Jeffron cleared his throat and leaned forward, his steel-grey eyes peered down at the warriors with a hawk-like gaze. Still, his demeanor was calm and collected, and he adjusted his glasses before beginning.

“Ahem, very well. As far as-”

“Hold a moment, Jeffron,” Ser-Nyskel interrupted. His face split in a slim, self-satisfied smirk as some thought ran through his bitter mind. “Best leave the telling to the Lord Mage, yes? We all know how much he loves to tell his stories.” Of those with a sharp mind, they would clearly be able to pick up the subtle jab at Estrkin’s age wrapped as it was in the illusion of a kind offer.

“Why, that is most thoughtful of you, Nyskel.” The Lord Mage seemed entirely oblivious to the situation, which calmed the others, though the Alchemist’s smile became a little strained by the lack of reaction.

“Legend says that, many centuries ago, this planet was one of constant struggle. Life was very dangerous, and though the cities and nations of the world often got along well, the world was a magnet for all things disastrous and cataclysmic.” His tone became very serious, as if, to him, these were not legends, but historical facts that must be minded lest history repeat itself. “Great plagues that caused crops to fail, giant elemental monsters that would ravage the land, even invaders from the celestial bodies so very far away.” Estrkin then sat forward, his face aglow with wonderment at the next leg of his tale.

“But the world was never lost, not once, for our world was full of warriors with strange and unusual powers that would band together in times of need and defeat the evils that menaced the people. Even more incredible, is the telling of these powers. Elemental powers from normal people who showed no magical talent, weapons of metal that could create lances of fire and ice, even some who could bend the very fabric of reality to their will. Still… as fabulous as this time sounded, all good things must come to an end.” His face, once again, became very grave.

“Following an invasion, an era of peace lasting one-hundred years allowed the planet to feel at ease once more, a whole generation going by without ever knowing of world peril or true evil. But it was not meant to last, for soon, demons from a world not our own appeared and tempted the young warriors from their peaceful homes and dragged them into a struggle that was never their own. A great battle ensued that angered the good spirits greatly, and in their wrath, they hurled a great sphere of flame at the ground that created such a conflagration, the whole world was burned to ash.

However, the spirits, in their mercy, agreed to give the people another chance. Though their homes and crops burned, few were actually harmed, and all were allowed to make their way back to peace. As a condition, they were never allowed another legendary warrior, and those still left were sealed in an under-water cavern and frozen until such a time that the people could defend themselves and accept the warriors for all they were. These Warriors of Ages… were you.”

The whole room was silent, the Council, their parents, and even their great-grandparents having grown up to this bed-time story. To many of them, it was an almost surreal experience to have the Warriors of Ages alive and moving in their lifetime, let alone actually before them. To many, this would herald an era of prosperity never before seen, and to others, this would be a harbinger of harsh times. Apparently finished tell the legend, Jeffron picked up where the tale left off.

“As far as hard fact goes, we have been able to ascertain the validity of most of the legend. Legend tells us that a great cataclysm befell the planet, and this is true. Via alchemical dissection, we have been able to accurately determine a meteor fell from the sky and crashed into the planet almost instantly after you were sealed in time only a little distance from your location. Moreover, we have also come to find that you have been frozen for a little over one-thousand years, give or take a century.” Elmelda sat forward, a sincere feeling of regret on her face.

“We’re sorry Warriors, but it falls to us to tell you that the world you left behind is gone, burned away in the Meteor Fire. What has grown from the ashes are the nations of Brada, Leiversia, Raoush, New Civea, Ithroia, Zelio, Keldrach, and the poles of our world Illasa and Runedare.” She sighed softly, and then straightened her shoulders. “We are the Magus Council, overseers of the Magician's Guild, and guardians of the continent-nations of the world of Noria.”

[Kaworu - Horatio]

Kaworu was a tad shocked at the fact of being frozen thou the time didn't bother him but the fact of not being with his loved ones did and the wondering of how they did without him, then he felt a slight surge in his body and realized shortly after that as soon as he'd became frozen a part of him flow off towards the house. To lend it's power to it's own in hopes of keeping those within safe which he currently didn't have facts as the energy that came back was just that and had no memories, but the fact it came back meant that they'd survived and continued to live so he was glad about that and wondered how and where the place was.

After a couple of seconds he turned around to the others and knew he didn't have to consul Shannon but Augury and the twins might be another matter, because although they've been through much this might take the cake for them and be quite hard for them to deal with especially since they'd only just recently gotten used to life in that house and on this planet. "You three alright" asked Kaworu as he lent down to their level as they were still sitting on the ground recovering, they looked at him with a scared look on their faces and to Kaworu it's the first time he'd seen that on the twins since he found them hidden away in a blood bath of their whole family and friends. "We're fine really" the twins said in unison then looked at each other with annoyance as they disliked doing that "This is very strange Kaworu we'd only just gotten settled and now we've been uprooted again, what about those on the estate were they destroyed by the meteor or did they survive and continue to live" questioned Augury, Kaworu hugged the girl as she cried on his shoulder "I can tell you with almost certainty that the estate was fine and still is, as some of my bottled up energy returned to the house and did it's best power the house further" consoled Kaworu.

The dimensional Angel turned to the council "Okay then council we get and understand what you're telling us be it the truth or otherwise but if that really is the case then why do you still continue to restrain our powers and keep us here, for if we are your supposed Warriors of Ages and or legend then we should be given the utmost respect don't you think. So if you'd be so kind as to let us leave we'll go elsewhere and bother you no more for we had lives to live before this, and since you or whoever it was ripped us from those lives we at least have the right to make a life where we are now. Now not to sound like our dragon god friend there but I suggest you let us leave now because it won't be long till you test our patience, and even with our abilities restrained we are still not going to play house like good little doggies no matter who you are or think you are" growled Kaworu as his own eyes flared with the colour of deep purple as much of him was in his DNA so restraining everything wouldn't be so easy.

[Tidus Revok]

Tidus would normally have a rather harsh reaction about this whole situation the warriors found themselves in, but he was getting used to this kind of stuff. He agreed with Rizuk and equally wanted to know what was going on, but at the same time he was sure Rizuk wasn't helping matters much with the complete lack of respect. He now understood why Nishaio wanted to kill him. He was beginning to hate him as well. Tidus yawned several times during the rather long and rather boring explanation. But one thing they said sent the words 'What the epic freak?'
running through Tidus head.

“We’re sorry Warriors, but it falls to us to tell you that the world you left behind is gone, burned away in the Meteor Fire. What has grown from the ashes are the nations of Brada, Leiversia, Raoush, New Civea, Ithroia, Zelio, Keldrach, and the poles of our world Illasa and Runedare.”


It's already hard enough for us to believe that we're in a whole different dimension, or the future, or whatever you want to tell us. But what's all this mess about a 'New Civea'? Nishaio was the only Civean to live here in Dragonian history. How do we know this isn't one of Loki's tricks?

[Aion]

Aion accepted Garoten's kind gesture, reaching up, and gripping onto the Tenju Guardian's arm. The Nenian would've shown his appreciation, but he couldn't force out anything other than an occasional grunt. He was even more pleased by the sudden appearance of Sulas-ril; and to a greater extent, intrigued at the manner in which he had appeared.

"Elemental teleportation?" The question swirled around Aion's mind for a bit. Aside from himself and a few other Nenians, He hadn't encountered another being who could accomplish such a feat. You'd have to be a pure elemental to use such a technique, or so he thought. However, there was something different about Sulas-ril's abilities; something radically different that the Nenian couldn't put his finger on.

The young man took heed of Sulas-ril's words, his body not making the slightest movement; his mind still at work, trying to connect the dots. In all honesty, Aion felt that, despite how they were brought here, he and his fellow warriors were in good hands; once Aion requested medical attention, there had been no squabbles, no debate...the council had been quick to react to the needs of the young warrior.

The Nenian had been captured before, in nearly the same exact situations, and had never experienced this kind of treatment. Even more telling was the willingness of Sulas-ril to stay by his side, unprotected, and continue to heal a complete stranger. Of course, Aion's powers had been stripped away, and he was weak, but that didn't take away his training in close quarters combat; he could've easily taken the healer hostage.

"Thank you..." Aion whispered to Sulas-ril, feeling his strength returning. Rizuk's comment about being "useful" gave him another desperately needed boost; the Nenian managed to let a chuckle escape from his mouth. "Much appreciated, sir..."

Then came the difficult part: absorbing the information the council spoke of. Obviously, they the warriors weren't going to be killed off here, given the fact that Aion was currently being healed, that wouldn't make any sense. Kaworu had asked the obvious question that should have been on the warriors' minds, bothering them endlessly. Aion did have one question though, albeit, a selfish one. He might not be able to get an answer out of the council, but since Sulas-ril remained at his side....

"The former residents of the north pole..." He hesitated, too scared of the answer he might receive. "...what happened to them?"