Saga: Sudden Assembly

[Ryan - Loki]

(OOC: Matt, if you want to finish things on your end with this thread then we'll move on!)

Seth looked on at Aion, concern and worry draped across his face. Ryan had never allowed him to take such drastic actions in the past; he had not even tolerated the thought of participating in such actions, yet now Aion was allowing him to. It was both exciting and extremely worrying. Seth had been lost in his own thoughts when Aion suddenly sprung over the dragon’s side, cascading down towards the ground below. Seth’s heart jumped up into his throat and was held there as he peered over the edge after Aion. Worried had now consumed him, though he knew the longer he put it off less chance of him helping there was. Taking a deep breath, in hope it would suffocate his fear, Seth threw himself over the edge of the dragon and down towards the icy slide that Aion had created below.

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The Knights had formed up together and were now reaching the position within the city where the large, REAL dragon was floating high above. Some of the Knights were nervous, and rightly so. A real dragon had never been dealt with before now, but that wasn’t the main reason. The warriors of time were unknowns. Speculation had surrounded their existence for as long as anyone could remember and almost as far back as their history books went. What they were capable of had always only been theory, meaning that they could possibly all be in trouble.

Caution was needed, extreme caution.

“Why had they stalled in their escape?” One of the Knights worriedly asked. No one answered as no one knew why. It made no sense. It was completely illogical. With their location as clear as day it would be a matter of minutes before the elders of the council would once again seal the warriors of times powers and then capturing them would be all but too easy.

Then suddenly a lone figure dived off of the dragons back, then another in close pursuit. This was a shocking turn of events. Suicide had all but been eradicated thanks to the healing abilities of the Alleviators, but to resort to hurtling yourself towards the unavoidable death gifted by gravity in an attempt to escape being re-captured was a useless waste of life. All but the most stomach hardened Knights turned away from the sight in front of them, an action that was their instant undoing.

For the few who didn’t look away at least half of those were stunned into silence by what their eyes were witnessing. The first figure to dive off of the dragon hadn’t hit the floor below him but had rather formed a sheet of ice, a slope if you will, and had proceeded to slide down it towards the group of Knights, the other figure copying his movements.

It was a collision course.

As the Knights who had seen this began to shout and scramble out of the way the other Knights had finally turned around to see what the fuss was about, slowing the escape of the others. It was too late. The ice manipulating warrior of time and his follower collided into of Knights, sending them flying in several different directions. It was unexpected anarchy, so unexpected that the Knights had no time to react. It was then, amidst the chaos that a booming voice resounded within each of their minds.

“Return to the academy at once. New developments must be discussed.” it was Lady Verechi.

The Knights were again surprised by this turn of events but they all knew better than to disobey a direct order from Lady Verechi and Lady Verechi spoke for High Lord Estrkin. Each Knight, having heard the command, all scrambled to their feet and fled back in the general direction of the academy, leaving but Aion and Seth within the street to enjoy their victory, despite the strange circumstances it came under.

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The young boy known as Brandon hadn’t even the chance to reply to the old samurai before a group of Knights burst through the wall, which was actually an illusion and the only way in or out of the prison. They looked somewhat flustered as if unorganised. It wasn’t a surprise when Ryan thought about it, not considering that a group of thousand year old warriors had just broken out of possibly the most secure location on the entire planet; that was bound to take the resident guards by surprise.

The Knight who was at the front of the group immediately looked off towards the gaping hole within the academy wall as he entered the prison; he couldn’t help but feel even more shock. It was obvious great power was needed to cause such destruction, and keeping the destruction to such an isolated and specific area also took great skill. The warriors of time were quite clearly powerful beings.

Looking amongst the small group that remained the Knight instantly moved towards Brandon, the smallest and youngest of the group. “You! You did this, didn’t you!? Where have your friends gone?! Tell me!” He moved towards Brandon, looking to grab his arm, but the smooth and calm, yet frighteningly intimidating, voice rung out through the room.

“Leave the boy.” Was all that Ryan said at first, though it had been enough to stop the Knight dead in his tracks and turn to face the samurai. Ryan was still knelling in the same place as before, sword laid out in front of him and his eyes closed. “It was I who destroyed the wall and freed my fellow captives. Yet I have remained behind.” Ryan opened his eyes and looked up at the Knight, his face unwavering and emotionless. “I believe it is time that you took us to speak with High Lord Estrkin.”

The Knight was silent for a moment, a mixture of fear and angry rushing through him. Finally he sighed and moved back over towards the invisible doorway. With a wave of his hand the door appeared. “Fine. Get up, all of you. I’ll take you to High Lord Estrkin.”

[Garoten Reklor]

Before any of his questions could be answered, Garoten was shuffled into another room along with Tidus by a beautiful young woman with a serious look on her face. Another woman, slightly older, greeted them quietly.

"We'll answer your questions in a moment, Warrior, but for now please keep still!"

She pointed to another doorway, and after a glance behind them to see how many were following, Garoten led the way down a stairwell and into a surprisingly well-lit basement. A small group of maybe a half-dozen people were sitting quietly, but as he rounded the corner from the staircase murmurs broke out among the group - and then quiet applause.

"Welcome, Warriors of Time! You bring a new hope!" Someone shouted, but he was quickly shushed by his comrades.

"This is weird."

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The stranger with the glasses continued to gesture wildly until most of the escapees had made their way into he small house. Fortunately, two of the warriors made it much easier for everyone by providing a diversion that was in his eyes a spectacular display. For a moment he lost himself in the scene, jaw gaping and eyes bugging out with excitement.

"Anicka, come quickly, you have to see this!"

The Warriors of Time were now packing into his small entryway, and there was really no way his wife could have reached the doorway even if she wanted to. Instead, he was busily ushering each of their guests into the next room, where her childhood friend Nosira was waiting to point them to the cellar door. In a matter of moments, only the two who had stayed behind were still unsafe, and Jarrow - that was the man's name - was practically hopping up and down with anticipation.

"Hurry! This way, while all is clear! They'll be back, I guarantee it, and you won't want to be there when they come!"

Once everyone was inside, he locked the door and turned to his childhood friend, Varon. The man was as calm as Jarrow was excitable, and as large as Jarrow was small, but his intimidating appearance was a clever disguise for a kind and gentle heart.

"I know you want to meet them as well, but for the moment can you keep watch? I don't know if anyone can as well as you."

Varon smiled and nodded silently, then leaned his back against the door.

"Don't worry, old friend. There will be time to get to know one another once the Council has us all locked away."

Jarrow grinned back at the larger man and hurried down the stairs, followed by Nosira. He practically bounced around the corner and slid to a stop next to his wife, who had taken charge of helping the warriors find places to sit in the front of the room. He cleared his throat, and the warriors would be surprised by the sudden silence. Though he didn't look the part, Jarrow commanded a tremendous respect among the assembled Citizens of Warden present.

"Welcome, Warriors of Time, to the underground."

[Tidus Revok]

(OOC: Sorry for the delay.)


Tidus was being led to a well lit basement when he heard someone shout.

"Welcome, Warriors of Time! You bring a new hope!"

Tidus looked back trying to make out who said that.

Warriors of Time? New hope? Great! Looks like we've just walked in on a cult meeting, Thanks a lot Garoten. I would have preferred to go on, but he would have stopped anyway.

Tidus was shown his seat and sat down, while impatiently waiting for whatever was going to happen. Tidus thought it would be a little more simple. They would run in this guys house, be treated to a warm meal, and watch through the window while laughing at the stupid knights as they ran by the house. But nothing ever worked out as Tidus planned. The one good part of this was that these people seemed to worship Tidus. Then again, they were acting that way about all of warriors, and not just Tidus.


"Welcome, Warriors of Time, to the underground."

The underground? Yeah, even if this isn't a cult, These people have issues. I wonder if there gonna make some a sacrifice?

Tidus jerked up and looked around the room as if searching for someone.

Where's that baby Nenian when you need him? Is he here? I wouldn't mind him being sacrificed!

[Aion]

The Nenian's expression transformed from one of amusement to one of astonishment in a mere second, his crimson eyes following the knights as they retreated along their chaotic path. "I-I can't believe that actually worked...!" Aion shouted in amazement. What the young warrior should have been more concerned about was the reason the knights had left, not the result of his improvising. He was overjoyed, more than necessary; more than any sane individual should be in a life or death situation. Given Aion's analytical nature, he'd never openly admit it, but at this moment, he accepted "going with your gut" as a valid strategy.

"Enough fun for now..." Aion spoke once again, pausing for a chance to dust himself off. "Let's get into that building. I think we've earned our R&R for today." He ended his sentence with a small smirk, and a nod of approval to Seth. To be honest, he didn't expect the prince to take action so quickly; to choose his own path and follow it without much thought of the outcome. Aion was surprised at this behavior, but pleased as well. Perhaps he wouldn't have to watch over Seth as much as he first thought.

[Shei'ki\Agatha]

Agatha had stayed quiet, even as her powers were returned to her, even as she strained a moment to control the sudden rush of power in her containment. She stood in the background, leaning on the wall where Ryan had been sitting earlier, as far in the cell from Loki as she could possibly get. She wouldn't so much as tear her eyes from Ryan, couldn't bear to.

She'd just gotten Ryan back, she wouldn't leave him now, even if she had some explanations to look forward as to why she'd worked with the demonlords and stood against him. She marveled... not even a day ago by her reckoning, she'd become whole again... and the old feelings rushing through her for Ryan were disturbing flames in a black field, distant, yet bright enough to keep her eyes from adjusting to the black.

She pressed in behind Ryan through the doorway, eyes focused intently on the back of his head, her movements strangely fluid, as if she were not so much falling forward in each step as pulling herself forward smoothely with unseen tendrils of force that nonetheless affected the dust, creating little clouds as she moved in spots that nothing seemed to touch.