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The Search for Xanar Victor
She remained Silent throughout their walk to the Courtyard, Saying nothing to her brother except the occasional glances. Castor felt a pinge of guilt in his chest, 'Was I too harsh on her earlier?' he thought, he opened his mouth to speak but something else caught his attention. "Yep.... I'm dropping out," Dorkus announced. The twins got to the courtyard in time to hear his decree, Everyone was either indifferent or pleased with his announcement, everyone but Gastard. 'Is this Jaime? if it is the lady knows how to work fast!' Castor eyed the White witch. "Why have you chosen to depart? Are agents of Reign all this unprofessional? Your warrior was doing pretty well too, Explain yourself!" "I Have received a better offer for my Warriors, All of them! There is no need for me to entertain these petty games.... No offence my lord but I'll be taking my leave now, cheers!" It was just a moment.... Just one moment but Cas spotted that shared look between Ella and Dorkus as he left, Cast
The Search for Xanar Prey
Cece and Cas had been summoned to the Gastard's Office by first light, They entered the chamber with their Cylinder and Spectre along with all sorts of ghastly looking tools for the Blood pact. 'My Baby really came in prepared' She thought as she stroked the curved glass dagger he had given her for the ritual. She looked around the room and noticed a book shelf filled with Ominous book titles such as 'Bane if Kings' and 'The Headless emperor last stand', She looked around and noticed more Gothic Aesthetics. From the skull shaped chair by his table to the Black walls that leaked red fluids, the entire thing was off putting for Cece. "Pass me the book!" Cas snapped her back to place, she was startled but she regained her composure and did as he said, passing him the brown leather book. Her brother chanted some words, mostly nonsensical rubbish, Gastard wouldn't know the difference, he was far too pleased to care. 'Look at him, He's beaming!' She thought looking at the lord when the
The Search for Xanar Bells and whistles
Castor was getting irritated. Ever since they left Gastard's office, Corbin had been on his tail like a mutt in heat! From Gastard's gate, the fat priest had asked him, 'What sort of spell is this!? I sense no magic from it! Do you take me for a novice like my liege!?' And he would always reply, 'All that's needed is For the Cylinder to be opened and then the Spectres would rise, is that part a lie? You saw me perform it before we left, didn't you?' The priest still wasn't satisfied, he would hound him with questions, At the south gate he asked about his origins, at the warehouses he had asked him about the nature of his clan. And now in the temple.... "What you're doing counts as blasphemy!" he spat, the congregation members joined in voicing the priest's disdain. "Cretin!" one woman shouted. "Devil worshipper!" another screamed. "......How many knights do you have within the temple?" Castor ignored their protests. "what does it matter?" "My contract binds me to protect all
The Search for Xanar Off my chest
Cecelia screamed! Etching back, barely dodging Fil's blade as it grazed her left brow. She touched the top of her head and felt the blood trickling down from it, she looked upon her attacker and saw a manic look in his eyes. "Wha-!? wait! stop! what are you doing!?" She twisted and rolled as the elf continued with his relentless attack, above her, she could hear the evil cackling of that vile Succubus. "He must really despise you, It normally takes a lot of effort to charm one of !" "This is your doing?" "Of course! I am a Succubus afterall, charming and dominating men is my specialty, I had thought one of Creeda's Faithful, more so an elf would be hard.... but it seems his hatred if you really helped ease things!" Cece paled, "Since.... when?" Eve grinned, "The Banks! I'm surprised you didn't notice me slip right through! Oh and don't bother calling the others for help! They're mine as well! Now my slave.... Broke her!" Cecelia didn't let him have the chance, quick as cat, sh
The Search for Xanar Rise of the Fallen
They were merciless!The fallen leapt towards Castor's party and met the Soldiers head on in battle.Their initial attacks slew 3 of the Centaurs in an instant, Castor cursed under his breath as he narrowly dodged the biggest of them, The Fallen with the great axe and Sword!The Creature had set it's sights on him, possibly because it saw him as the most dangerous, him parading as a mage and all.He heard Kovet giving orders in the background, possibly to him as well, He didn't understand her though and moved on instinct, he rolled over to the side of the three and pointed his trident at the fallen.A surge of electricity shot towards the creature's chest, momentarily stunning it, Kovet and one of the Gastard's men swung their weapons down in it.Even with the chaos around him, Castor swore he heard bone and flesh get cut through, yet...."Why!?" he was aghast! The Fallen simply stumbled forward, Red and black blood flowing from it back, dripping into the floor, even at that it still
The Search for Xanar Pound of Flesh
Cecelia was entranced. She stared at the otherworld beauty in front her, afraid that even looking away for a moment would cause her to vanish. The Lady was 4m tall, with long straight hair, half black, half white, her eyes were hidden behind her long bangs but long thin purple horns the protruded from her forehead. Her nose was small and cute, her jawline was perfectly sculptured and ears were long thin and very fairy like. She had Feathery Draconic wings, As black as night, they ruffled everytime she moved, her figure was ridiculous! All emphasis were on her curves, especially her bosom! Her glass milky white skin was near translucent, Cecelia was certain it wasn't just because of her being a projection, this woman.... her skin was just this beautiful.... She wore dark make up and her long nails were also painted black. But her dress was a long white Kimono, with patterns of laughing skulls printed onto them, she wore a crown made of black crystal bones on top her head. The L
The Search for Xanar Evolution
They hadn't made it 50 steps when the horde appeared. 44 fallen, all heavily armoured and battle hungry, stared coolly at the party below. 'Perfect....' Castor turned to Trenton, the black Goblin adjusted his glasses, he let out a nasally old laugh as he glared at the new arrivals. "What are you waiting on? Go!" "Bu-" "Your Spectres are here with us, We'll figure ourselves out, now go Fate Dealer!" Castor and Kovet Fled! The Centaur gangster led the two of them through the woods, hopping from root to root. Castor felt like prey evading a pack of hungry wolves, Off to the distance he could hear the sound of battle, of Swords, of Spears, Of metal screaming and Crying. He heard the dying screams and painful wails of Friend and Foe alike. The familiar Squelch of squished flesh, Flashes of blinding white lights behind him, Roasted flesh and Scent of ashes. Laughter.... lots and lots of laughter! Evil and Vile and bitter! They gave him Goosebumps everytime he heard them, It felt l
The Search for Xanar Siege
It was Biblical.The skies were littered with scores of Burning white light and An Evil purplish hue.The two opposing forces danced around, punishing their nemesis for claiming authority in their various spaces.Fire and Brimstone, Ashes and dust, crazed laughter overwhelmed her senses.There were cries of iron and steel, Pools of red and black, and debris of ruined buildings surrounding Cecelia.She quickly regretted her decision of braving the outside, she turned to face the Spectres.... alas her guards had already departed, they joined their brethren in the night sky.Cecelia swore she could hear their sinister cackle as they raced to the heavens above, she sighed as her best chance of protection sailed away from her.She squinted her one good eye and looked around, There was fire slowly rising, all the buildings around her were on fire, Screams of desperate citizens trying to find safety.Ash and smoke clouded her vision, fleeing Pedestrians knocked off her feet, fruitlessly sear
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