Conrad Heinrich Adelbrecht Carsten von Eisenstein II He caught Vance looking at him with a concerned look on his face. He stared back into the nobleman's eyes the grim determination in his eyes. When Shani argued she had the grappling pointing out it wasn't just a one use thing, it was exactly what he meant and here she was wasting some more time instead of simply acting. It took him too long and instead Conrad took a bit of a run-up and when he was near the ledge he started to trail a golden light and he flew himself down with the power of Meteor. When he had gotten down and the entire discussion about the rope of discrimination started he just couldn't care less. Zephyros' suggestion wasn't as ridiculous as it sounded and Conrad knew exactly where he was going to find the people responsible. And without even looking over his shoulder to see if anyone came along he went for that gatehouse again. It was only logical they would hide behind it and he was going to smoke them out.
Zahariel merely laughed at the request of the demon, he had sensed the darkness within him as soon as the man had set a foot on the battlefield. The lackeys of Demi-gods suggesting honourable combat, that was just asking for betrayal and heresy, Demi-gods had shown themselves incapable of honour. Demons were even worse. When Jayce demanded a surrender he couldn't help but laughing at the man even more. "You expect me to trust a lackey of one of the mongrels that call themselves Demi-gods who have proven themselves untrustworthy time and time again. More so how can I trust in an honourable duel when these children are around who are throwing a fit when they are not having their way? Not to even speak about yourself, a being of darkness. I have lived for far too long to not see through your poorly hid intentions." Zahariel spoke, his deep voice sounding as if it came from all around and not his person. He knew full well all could hear him. The moment Carissa pulled the trigger Zahariel sprung into motion far faster than could be expected from a man his size, a smile crept on his face, he was no mere man after all. He ran after Carissa and Obamakrytox and attempted to slash across Jayce's torso as he ran past, not fully focussing on the attempt and afterwards put Dies Irae back into it's sheath. He didn't go at full speed and kept an eye around him and something caught his eyes. "Come out, come out, where ever you are." He spoke again the deep voice sounding as if it came from all around. He had noticed a figure in the shadows, cleverly concealed he had to admit. But not done quite well enough to avoid his attention. He swung up his leg and jumped, turning mid-air with his left arm out, the red eyes peering from underneath the hood and made a motion as if he were throwing a baseball and yet another torrent of fire came into existance going straight for Rose, the flames passing to Zahariel's left as he finished his spin, landing and running once more. It could have been a Shard member but he didn't care enough to try and figure it out. OoC: I had requested a roll for the detection of Rose which Zahariel passed (rolled 1 - 10 result was a 7 passing was 6+) The Andaran Prince had been firing rapidly hitting several Hammers and continued to do so until the rifle ran out of ammunition. The blood price had been collected. And the Hammer soldiers had probably never heard of a sharpshooter before as he had remained undetected. However by the looks of it things were going to be over rather quickly, he should be getting away, while the rifle was out of ammo and therefor just dead weight he didn't discard it but kept it around. He slung it around the shoulder and switched to his assault rifle, keeping it handy as he crawled down the mound he had been laying on and out of sight of the hammers. He once more set off into the wasteland trying to make his way around the place without being spotted. However he seemed to be caught in the well of a singularity drawn towards it once more. Again he happened upon the giant metal construct and froze was it just a bad day or was he doing something wrong, forgetting about one of the lessons of the Andaran Warrior. He had covered their retreat, which would most-likely have gone unnoticed. He remained frozen, unable to think of what to do, while he did still hold his assault rifle in hands he had no intention of using it, even outright doubting that the bullets would be effective in the first place. He slowly but surely lowered himself, bending his knees keeping his feet on the ground and made himself a smaller target putting his rifle down in front of him and keeping his hands, palms up and opened in a bit of a defensive stance. Like an animal that got cornered. He had no idea whether these people had any relation to the warring factions but it never hurt to be careful and if it really was necesarry he always had his dagger with him the original intent of the stance being lure them close and nail them, but right now he used it to gauge their intentions
Eventhough you probably alread know both Raymond and Veceslav will be there, Vec on the side of the Witchers, Raymond can go either way we'll see.
Conrad Heinrich Adelbrecht Carsten von Eisenstein III Conrad just followed along as people decided to explore the mine, didn't they know any standard mining safety protocol? Like getting a cannary in a cage to detect mine gas? Not the least concern when someone was actively using a fire inside said cave which could blow them all to the Eternal Hunting grounds. Maybe they could find some answers as to what they were actually supposed to do here in this cave though it was rather unlikely that the plot hid here. They trudged on only to find yet another bridge this one also broken, however there was land on the other side of the river and someone already started to conclude this was not the place they were looking for for if this were an Island how could there be land at the other side of the water? Well maybe this was a larger Island with a river that they had sailed up.... Oh well. Then it turned out Florica wasn't here anymore "Well we should go find her, what are we waiting for? Come on, damn it." Conrad said "Shani do you have another rope? Maybe we can rappel down and get on with finding Florica again." Conrad felt like a bit more of a risky approach now, his emotions were all over the place, he had already let one person around him disappear and he wouldn't let another one do so, despite not caring as much about the Seer, he wasn't going to lose another person he knew. A grim determination burning in his eyes. If there wasn't any rope he was going to use one of his own magics to get down and look by himself he outright refused to not do something this time.
He had already been confused by the thoughts spinning through his head, but it turned out he wasn't the only one haunted in this way. When he shook her hand it got even worse, a strange sense of déja vu as if he had done that exact action before, someone was playing a joke on him it had to be. But he didn't know any of these people and none knew him so how could it be a joke then? He dug through all his memories in an attempt to maybe remember this person, but then she spoke up. It hadn't been just him. He withdrew his hand too but left it at his side. He stood there for a bit, not knowing what to say to answer her question. He finally decided to break the silence "If I am honest, I do not know... I haven't met you and I am quite certain of it, yet I can't shake the feeling of having met or even known you before.... I had it as soon as I saw you entering the dining hall... I can't give you any explanation for this, I'm sorry." He said, picking his words carefully. It was odd yet also comforting to know he wasn't the only one. Maybe between the two of them they could figure out what it happened. The moment they had shook each other's hands he had caught her staring at them and knew she too had been feeling as if they had done so before. But it had been the first time, he was certain. He had heard of such things happening, but always disregarded those stories without as much as a thought as mere make-belief, but this wasn't make-belief it was really happening to him now and he didn't know what to think of it. In the mean time another armoured man had arrived and some other girl, but he didn't pay much more attention to either of them.
Baldomar felt like he had teased Laurentinus enough now he had declined his hospitality, probably one of those folks who felt too good about themselves to allow to be helped. He finished his plate as he waited for something to happen, Sanderson then vanished only to return later about something with expeditions. There was one hunting Drakes and while that sounded appealing, he remembered his last run-in with them and shuddered, that one wasn't gonnawork out for him just right now. The Darklight disturbance didn't sound too thrilling so he decided to go on the other mission, going to find Aston in the lobby when he found the man he looked straight at him and spoke up "So what are we gonna do today?" His trick had worked keeping his head down seemed to have helped significantly for getting unnoticed. Their host left to deal with something else, he didn't worry and looked at the available expeditions. He had already decided on which one he would go. Darklight Caverns, he felt drawn there but it was odd he had never felt something quite like it a sort of fate drawing him there. He had to go report to Shyra at the stables, he walked over to the stables looking for the person named Shyra. He found two people already there one that was still eating and the other one.... That same girl again, well there was no avoiding it now. He'd probably do well to just introduce himself and see what happened seeing Kara was still eating and it was rude to interrupt people when they were eating he walked over to Tessa as he did so the maddening question appeared again why did he feel like he had seen her before? No matter he held his hand out "Hello, I'm Conrad and you are?" He asked in a calm tone, keeping the odd thoughts at bay pushing them away, because they probably meant nothing. He wasn't going to speak of those strange ideas that he somehow knew this person for there was no way that he did. Plus it was good to know the name of the person standing next to you on the battlefield and right now he didn't know anyone's name really aside from the leaders.
Don't know too much 'bout it but I'd be game
Conrad was sitting down listening to others and there seemed to be some discord on the other end of the room. One of the two people looked really really odd and he had been watching the man did seem to be deserving of the treatment he had received and was receiving he seemed to be justified. The man was acting like a savage. He looked around the room and saw snickering about what the savage had said. Then he turned his head to the doors as a girl entered at first he wanted to turn his attention back towards the savage again, but he couldn't. He looked at the girl again, he was certain he had never seen her, but his mind was nagging at him telling him otherwise. He knew something wasn't right and didn't like it. Then realising he had been staring turned his gaze away and hung his head a little to avoid her gaze he couldn't tell if it was working but he figured that if he laid low nothing would happen.
Zahariel listened closely to the sounds of his flames going down the corridor there was no screaming like he had silently hoped but knew deep down it wouldn't have been that easy in the first place. The Huntress seemed to have taken note of him and he smiled under his hood, he knew she couldn't take the free reign he had within the Shards of Hope. She had a plan and fired a bolt into the corridor and he caught on rather quickly what she wanted to do. The other bloke with them she asked if he could send some fire into the hallway. Zahariel meanwhile looked into the hallway again and smiled as the Hammers came charging towards them. He'd give them a reason to run. With an elaborate hand gesture ending in his pale fingers closing into a sort of cage and pulling his hands toward him he summoned yet another torrent of his Flames of Fury, but this time not starting from his own position, but from behind the Hammers the flames surging forward. He smiled again as he merely turned back around the corner and glanced at Carissa
Zahariel stood ever watchful of the events advising movement of troops to lower officers, it was rather clear he the battle they were fighting was a losing one, the Hammers were inside the tower and two soldiers had just reached them to inform them the enemy was on their way. Carissa seemed to have completely forgotten about him, did she even know who he was? No matter he always had a habit of melting into the background. He could feel the darkness approach, the treasonous Demi-gods were here. He had been keeping his wings hidden away, not that they would do him much good anyway in the state they were in. He followed Carissa and the others his light footsteps hardly making a noise. Zahariel placed his back to the wall near one of the corners and drew Dies Irae any other moment he would admire the craftsmanship of his brethren. He looked towards Carissa who was standing beside him and nodded showing he was ready, even at this close a distance the hood would obscure most of his features, his long black hair flowing from underneath. The Huntress had just fired a of bolt into the hallway. He moved around her placing himself in the middle of the hallway and since he wasn't a flipping anime character he didn't shout out the name of the ability he was going to use and followed up the bolt sent by Carissa with the power of his Flames of Fury, sending the flames down the hallway as he merely turned back and put his back against the wall, holding Dies Irae at the ready.
Raymond Mercator The two seemed a bit surprised by his appearance "I apologise if I interrupted your hunt for the creature..." He said uncertain of what he even was doing here and when she hadasked him if he had any business with them he couldn't hide being nervous any longer. He figured it was something like awe for the witchers. "Well.... I don't have... work for you.. but.. I know that Witchers aren't recipients of the best treatment and that in spite of the fact that you risk your lives to save us common folk from monsters.... I just want you to know that I am grateful for that, one of you once saved my da from a noonwraith... I just want to show you kindness instead of the hate you receive.... and while words don't mean a lot without actions, if you are still looking for a place to stay around here. I have some spare room.." He stammered nervously. While he was nervous because of the witchers he wasn't going to draw this sword and even kept his hand clearly away from the hilt. Veceslav had spent some time in Novigrad trying to find any sign from his two lost scions. There were no signs of them he had looked throughout the city and even asked about. Sometimes Axiing them to hearing the truth from them, the guards had seen no witchers in a some time, they had seen one enter that fit the description of Veera but that was a good time ago, before they had met up at the Kaer again. Eventually one of Sigmunds people came to him and quickly told him to meet the old man again he was filled in that there had been an incident in Oxenfurt. There weren't any details except that a group was stockpiling arms and armour. That didn't bode well, he asked if Sigmund would come with him. But the older man refused this was not something he wanted to get involved in. Veceslav thanked his old friend and promised he'd come visit once this was all over with and immediately found Hawk and headed for Oxenfurt.
Baldomar had been staring at the banquet to try and decide what exactly to eat, he wasn't gonna wait for any permission to eat but there was so much to choose from and all of it looked delicious. When he had finally decided what to eat, the green light had already been given he loaded up a plate with pastries and scones and sat down next to Laurentinus with a grin on his face. He was shoveling the food into his face in quite the uncivilised way. Even with his feet on the table he leaned back and listened to everyone telling their stories when there was a quiet moment he decided to share his story "Well I kind of got into a bit of a fight with the Elder and to be honest I was getting a bit fed up with his stunts and decided to leave and seeing I have done some adventuring myself before and quite enjoyed myself I thought hey why not go back to doing that and heard about this society." He said, leaning back in his chair but he now removed his boots from the table. He glanced over to Laurentinus' plate "Fine selection you got there mate, though you really ought to try this one." He said holding out a blackberry pastry with a bite missing from it. "As we say where I come from sharing is caring." He had been traveling for days on end headed for Varewyn and it had been a tiring journey, he was glad he was finally there. The pamphlet he had read mentioned a Bracklewood Manor and since he wasn't familiar with the city he had asked a helpful citizen for directions and now found himself on the path leading towards the impressive structure, he took a moment to admire it's architecture and then walked up to the door, it was already open and he was greeted by a woman who asked for his named "Conrad Heinrich Adelbrecht Carsten von Eisenstein III, Conrad for short, pleasure to meet you" He said and was then directed to the main hall where a banquet was going on several people were already there and he found himself a place to sit at the table as he put himself down on one of the chairs it creaked it a little but it held perfectly fine. The heavy armour he wore added quite a bit of weight to him. He took a cup of tea and a scone and listened as some bloke on the other side of the room explained how he had a disagreement with his village elder and then ended up here. "I am Conrad and I hail from Whytehold, I came here after I was discharged from the military and needed another way to make a living."
Name: Conrad Heinrich Adelbrecht Carsten von Eisenstein III Gender: Male Age: 24 Class: Tank Weapon(s):Greatsword Armour: Heavy Magic/incantations: - Crafting: Blacksmithing Specialism: Health Appearance:http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo208/vladek515/Conrad_zpsn6fsswqv.jpg Personality: Kind, caring, perceptive Origination: Whytehold Backstory: Conrad had been born in Whytehold and like many of it's citizens was trained to be a warrior. He graduated from one of the many military academies and took up arms for Whytehold on a handful occasions. After one of the engagements he was discharged and he heard about the adventurers' society and decided to try his luck there. Also SOUTH SOUTH SOUTH!!! and Conrad is going for Darklight
Name: Zahariel Title: Primus Angelus Custodes Faction: The Shards of Hope Age: Unknown Gender: Male Description: Long black hair that frames a pale face, flowing to just below the shoulders. Underneath a heavy brow a pair of red eyes stare out into the world. His muscular frame stands a head and a half taller than the average man, it still bears scars from ancient battles. From his back a pair of snow white wings has taken root, though these can be hidden to appear more human. Personality:I'll act it out Weapons: -Dies Irae, an ancient sword with a sanguine coloured blade with stars engraved upon it, the guard resembles a hooded angel made out of ivory and a silvery metal laid in with black pearls, the grip is wrapped in green leather with a moon sewn on it with golden thread and the pommel is shaped like a skull with a ruby in its mouth. Despite it age it has not chipped or lost it's deadly edge. Armour: His armour consists of several layers of robes starting with bone coloured underrobes, followed by dark green robes, over this he wears a blood red cloak with a golden dragon embroidered on his back, the hood obscuring the face lying underneath. Around his waist there is an adamantium chain functioning as belt which also bears the scabbard for Dies Irae. The robes are all richly decorated with embroidered patterns and between the robes and the cloak Zahariel wears a sleeveless coat covered in scales made of the same sanguine metal as Dies Irae's blade. Abilities: Passive: -Level 5 Immortality -Ancient God - Zahariel is naturally stronger, faster and his spells more powerful than those of men, and only slightly more powerful than those of Demi Gods. -Fallen God - Zahariel, once one of the immortal Ancient Gods, has been reduced to a shell of his former self. He possesses nowhere near the amount of power he once had.(#BlameXan) -Custodians Eye - Zahariel can sense darkness in whatever form it may take root. Active: - Ancient God technique: Terrorsight - This ability slows Zahariel's perception of time and boosts his awareness, this allows him to deduce a possible course of current events. Using this will result in a really really bad migraine. Repeated use will result into temporary blindness. - Ancient God Technique: Flames of Fury - This ability summons a torrent of fire towards his foes - Ancient God Technique: Aegis Arm - This ability will cover one of Zahariel's arms in magical energies to ward off melee attacks, this prevents the hand from being used for any other purpose, like wielding a weapon, opening a door(well normally that is), etc. - Ancient God Technique: Charge to Keep - Zahariel will draw upon inner reserves of stamina in a time of need, converting darker thoughts and feelings to stamina in a grim determination. - Ancient God Technique: Ancient Shadows - Zahariel will cast a shadow around himself, which indiscriminately assaults other people's minds with sheer terror and nameless torment. Strengths: - Master of Swordsmanship - Perceptive Weaknesses: -Reliance on melee -Medium armour offering only limited protection to ballistics -Sees himself standing above both humans and Demi-gods not needing to justify his actions to anyone, which can lead to conflicts History: Zahariel was born in a time that is considered to be a myth, the Ancient Gods still watching over the lands. The Demi-gods had not yet appeared, the current war still far far away into the future. As he grew and learned he took the trial of the paths and it resulted in his role as Custodian, he would train in the arts of swordfighting and long lost magical abilities whose potency was unrivaled. As time passed on and he did his part, guarding the Lifeshapers who created the Demi-gods amongst other things. As the Demi-gods grew the Ancient Gods kept a close eye on their progress, intent to leave their legacy to them and have them guide the world to the next era. When they were content with what they had created the Ancient Gods left, however not all they left one of their own behind, the Custodian Zahariel with final instructions to watch the progress of this world and a mandate to act in any way he sees fit if the situation requires it. Zahariel followed his orders and kept watch, but the station was a lonely one and he traveled the world he watched over, taking many different guises to hide his true self. Generally giving himself out as a mercenary to keep his skills with the sword honed all the while keeping a watchful eye mainly upon the Demi-gods, whom he distrusted. His distrust turned out to be just as they planned on sacrificing humanity for their own selfish goals. Before he could act however an internal struggle appeared as the Demi-gods seemed to have discord in their ranks regarding the plan. Zahariel assesed the conflict, but before he could do anything the Demi-gods had been culled by one of their own. Zahariel not wishing to leave it all to chance intended to destroy the last of the Demi-gods as well as their purity had been tainted, they had been corrupted and therefor had to be cast in the fire to be purified. Zahariel having used a lot of his energy still gave it his all, but was outdone by a mere Demi-god in the struggle the bones of his wings were shattered and he doubted he would fly ever again. To add insult to injury the Demi-god fearing Zahariel's power managed to seal away large swathes of it, leaving him only a bit stronger than a Demi-god. The two parted ways but Zahariel vowed he would take his revenge. He kept more to himself, but when he heard the Demi-gods had fallen even further he joined Aidan Samarost in his endeavor to rid the world of Demi-gods. Other:
Raymond Mercator Raymond was walking throughout the quiet and dark streets of Oxenfurt. It was quite uneventful running into a few excentrics the kind you would only find at night. He was getting a bit tired and decided to head home. Walking across the bridge he heard an unusual sound, it wasn't drowners he knew that much. He decided to investigate the sound and happened upon two people washing themselves in the river. In all honesty they seemed a bit lost. As he got closer he noticed the eyes of the female, a witcher. He remembered what one of their kind had done for his father and seeing it was dark outside he decided to go see what they were doing out here by this time of day then again Witchers didn't need sleep or so his da had told him. "Greetings Master Witcher...is there some sort of monster nearby?" He had heard the stories of nocturnal monsters and seen some of them knowing they weren't just tales. He had to admit he was a little afraid now he had seen them in the area. It was only then that he noticed the two swords and same feline eyes on the male "I apologise I meant no disrespect to either of you, Master Witcher."
The Andaran prince had succesfully covered the two non-combatants away from the danger having collected a significant portion of the blood price he had come to collect. Either side seemed to be completely oblivious to the man reaping the lives of others oh so ar from home. He hadn't thought his position had been optimal but he had been proven wrong. The battle seemed to turn into the attackers favour, the Hammers would win, the victory would probably boost their morale and they would most certainly come back for the Andaran Highlands, something he could not allow. There were still a good amount of troops outside, more than he could take on by himself but he could atleast assist as the troops were trying and to be fair succeeding in pinning the defenders on the walls. The Andaran Prince took a deep breath and stepped up his game, firing as quickly as his weapon allowed him to fire accurately. If they hadn't noticed him before, he doubt it would make much of a difference to increase his rate of fire. A soldier's throat was ripped open blood gurgling, another had the round slam in the side of his skull just next to his eyes, another had the round tear into his chest. The Prince kept on firing his rifle booming with every shot, but he figured that in the sounds of battle it would be drowned out.
Conrad Heinrich Adelbrecht Carsten von Eisenstein II Conrad watched as Vance began to experiment with one of his new magics. And watched his fellow noble fly after a good bit of practicing. Conrad attempted to use one of his new magics to fly as well, but he couldn't focus, something nagged at his mind and it weighed him down too much to be able to fly, something he could not let go. He had wanted to follow Damian and Shani's example of climbing up but he had been left no choice in the matter as Zephyros lifted him up. He caught the exchange between Vance and Damian about physical condition and figured Vance might feel shame for his exhaustion, but it couldn't match the shame of his own for not even managing to fly. He listened to what everyone said an thought for a moment. "What if it is magic that only affects artifical things? This bridge is made out of metal something that generally doesn't occur in natural forms with a handful of exceptions metals are extracted from ores, refined if necessary.... it would explain why the gate protected by natural rock remained unaffected and the mineshaft was untouched for it is made out of natural stone..." Conrad remarked, metal was something his family existed thanks to. He did realise something though, a flaw in his reasoning. "There is however a flaw in that logic.... if it was a spell that affects only artificial things then it can't be the same thing responsible for the trees and bushes we saw earlier....so I guess our most logical explanation might still be a natural disaster, the mineshaft is pretty shielded but this bridge is out in the open at the mercy of the elements..."
Raymond Mercator Something odd had happened, a stranger darted past and there was a change in the man. He tensed up and all of a sudden decided he had to leave. Raymond feigned ignorance of it all and spoke up "It is fine, I wouldn't have been able to stick around long anyways and I too am sure we shall meet again." He watched the man walk away from him. He stood in the darkened street, left by himself. He considered following him to where ever the man was going, but decided against it it wasn't his place, if he needed him he would have asked about it. He turned around and walked in the opposite direction, so now what? He had been eager to get away from the people in that bar and it was a curious thing to note it was already closed down this early on the evening. But now he was all alone he wished he could be among them eventhough his mind may have gotten a little cloudy there for a moment. Maybe he could return the next day. Seeing it still wasn't too far into the evening he decided a nice walk would do him some good, despite it playing hell on his leg.
The Andaran Prince was watching the battle unfold, it was hard to tell who was on the winning hand, but the Hammers seemed to be gaining the upper hand, he watched searching for more targets when he noticed the red cloak of the figure from before she appeared to be tugging along that thing from earlier. They didn't appear to be fighting but rather running away. They were non-combatants and the code dictated he protected them or atleast covered them. For every round fired at himself was one not fired at the non-combatants. There were too many troops around to draw all their fire in his direction. But what he could do was keep them covered. He watched the two go and targeted soldiers closest to them, shots ringing out more quickly, but still taking enough time as to not make it too obvious he too was firing at the hammers. All he had to do was collect the blood price, keep the non-combatants safe and stay hidden. His tasklist was growing by the minute, if he wasn't careful he would get too distracted and make a fatal mistake. He kept tracking his charges firing at soldiers closest to them or who had the idea to fire on them all the while trying to keep an eye on troops closer to him and trying to remain concealed. He would take a good cup of tea afer this was done, he'd need it.
Baldy is going to move to Al's mission just to see what happens.
