The Earthshaper regarded Silvana a moment as she spoke, before going back to putting a hand on the walls to see if he could accomplish....something. He gave a small push, and groaned as it seemed the earth didn't shift in the slightest. "Hmph. Guess we won't be able to take the underground route to the ritual. Should have thought they would make it so that wouldn't be an issue...." He turned and leaned back against the wall, regarding the Nightshade.
"Perhaps you are one of Seth's 'sparring buddies', as he puts it. Odd fellow that he is. But the trick is up there is damned dangerous. I'm not sure who you plan on saving, because the airships will likely be here soon to try and rain death down on us. This time though....won't be quite as nice for them. Be torn from the sky, and shown that it isn't as much fun as they think to rain death down on those who actually give a damn to fight."
As Nydia came to from her awkward fall from before, the Earthshaper regarded her alongside Silvana, shaking his head slightly. "That is the final card. Masters didn't feel a need to explain it, and I didn't care to ask. What I do know is that it's going to end this war, one way or another."
The storm continued its rage, this time throwing a few bolts of lightning down, causing some eruptions of flames and ice to show where they struck. One of which struck near the chasm knocking some sizable boulders loose. What was obvious that the storm was not going to stop. In fact, it seemed to be expanding up above, enveloping more of the surrounding area. Above Drew, a familiar sound started to thrum through the air. The sound of Airships, which sounded slightly different. Heavier, better armed, and more of them than might be imaginable. There were already the sounds of cannons and explosions a short distance away, blasting away demons who had been trying to run before.
And in the unfortunate destruction, Phebe found herself finally being claimed by the storm itself, with lightning striking around her and seeming to vaporize everything. As the white flash faded, Phebe found everything fading to a complete darkness once again. This time, the card dealer was joined by a constantly shifting figure. The figure seemed to make a shape of a chair as it regarded the fallen mage, as well as the still demonic shadow next to her. The voice of the figure for now seemed to be cocky, mostly condescending.
"Well....seems it took a while, but here we are yet again. Seems you decided to make some...modifications. Tell me...did it work as you expected?"
[hr]
The Prime Minister laughed as Alexander voiced small objection to wanting to be a leader. Though the conversation about the rivalries was somewhat concerning, the Prime Minister seemed to show little concern for the problem in particular. In fact, he largely seemed confident in the abilities of Alexander to handle the situation.
"Honestly, being a leader is something that one does not exactly step into. Though its probably hard to imagine, I didn't exactly want to be the Prime Minister. But here I am, and here you are as well. Though I know you don't have total control, or even official rank, but I would like you to try to temper your comrades if you can. I am not sure how often you mages have gone out and about, but people still remember the war long past. It makes them panic, and in a city like this, panic spreads destruction rather quickly."
As Alexander asked about what could possibly be lurking in the future, in the darkness, and more likely through the portal, the Prime Minister gave an odd half grin.
"I have a handle of things because a city like this requires one to know and control all he can. But, if there is one thing I think you should know that you haven't asked, it is something relatively simple. Whatever you will face in the portal, or around this city, you must know that this has all been built on the ruins of another. A lot has happened here, a lot of it buried or closed off, either on purpose or on destruction. I feel that we can learn from these relics, but as the current situation shows...these same relics could also be the reason that the city was made a ruin in the first place. With that in mind...learn from all the past that is here. If you can find a reason not to even touch that portal, then I would like to know."
The Prime Minister noted something about the elevator, and turned to be prepared for whomever was coming up it. "Seems that someone has decided to come pay me a visit. Has your shadow's condition improved? Wouldn't want him to be stepped...on or something of that nature. And it is likely either...Minister Ivan, or our local underground King Devon."
[hr]
Seth felt the grip on his hand tighten, the warmth seemed to intensify as she did so which made Seth feel...different. It felt better, like someone at his back, someone at his side. Seth couldn't help but smile as he came to realize the simple idea that had started back at the Academy. Someone much like Raven who had stood at his side during the contest, who walked with him as he ventured around the Academy before moving onward. Whom he had walked with into these trials.
"Then..." Seth paused to look into Raven's eyes, noting her smile. "...I guess you'll just have to come with me, partner. Lets go finish whatever this is...and get some mages out of that mess." As Seth began to make his way forward, he heard a distinct call to himself. It came from the Warlord Vassar, who had noted the pair walking towards the edge.
"You damned mages don't be heroes out there! Get those mages, and get back here! This shield won't last forever, and we won't be here for long!" With her piece said, the Warlord seemed to go back to directing the mages to reinforce the barrier in particular spots, trying to get things organized.
Seth simply gave a small wave with his one free hand as they got to the edge, which got slammed with an exploding boulder as they got close. Seth gave one last squeeze on Raven's hand as they prepared to make the last move. "Well partner, as good a time as any to change your mind and get away from my foolishness."
C'mon Jenn....We both know this is a bad idea. I picked the End, and you picked Death....I want these trials to be done, and for all of us to be out of here. Before....whatever this finally plays out to.
"Perhaps you are one of Seth's 'sparring buddies', as he puts it. Odd fellow that he is. But the trick is up there is damned dangerous. I'm not sure who you plan on saving, because the airships will likely be here soon to try and rain death down on us. This time though....won't be quite as nice for them. Be torn from the sky, and shown that it isn't as much fun as they think to rain death down on those who actually give a damn to fight."
As Nydia came to from her awkward fall from before, the Earthshaper regarded her alongside Silvana, shaking his head slightly. "That is the final card. Masters didn't feel a need to explain it, and I didn't care to ask. What I do know is that it's going to end this war, one way or another."
The storm continued its rage, this time throwing a few bolts of lightning down, causing some eruptions of flames and ice to show where they struck. One of which struck near the chasm knocking some sizable boulders loose. What was obvious that the storm was not going to stop. In fact, it seemed to be expanding up above, enveloping more of the surrounding area. Above Drew, a familiar sound started to thrum through the air. The sound of Airships, which sounded slightly different. Heavier, better armed, and more of them than might be imaginable. There were already the sounds of cannons and explosions a short distance away, blasting away demons who had been trying to run before.
And in the unfortunate destruction, Phebe found herself finally being claimed by the storm itself, with lightning striking around her and seeming to vaporize everything. As the white flash faded, Phebe found everything fading to a complete darkness once again. This time, the card dealer was joined by a constantly shifting figure. The figure seemed to make a shape of a chair as it regarded the fallen mage, as well as the still demonic shadow next to her. The voice of the figure for now seemed to be cocky, mostly condescending.
"Well....seems it took a while, but here we are yet again. Seems you decided to make some...modifications. Tell me...did it work as you expected?"
[hr]
The Prime Minister laughed as Alexander voiced small objection to wanting to be a leader. Though the conversation about the rivalries was somewhat concerning, the Prime Minister seemed to show little concern for the problem in particular. In fact, he largely seemed confident in the abilities of Alexander to handle the situation.
"Honestly, being a leader is something that one does not exactly step into. Though its probably hard to imagine, I didn't exactly want to be the Prime Minister. But here I am, and here you are as well. Though I know you don't have total control, or even official rank, but I would like you to try to temper your comrades if you can. I am not sure how often you mages have gone out and about, but people still remember the war long past. It makes them panic, and in a city like this, panic spreads destruction rather quickly."
As Alexander asked about what could possibly be lurking in the future, in the darkness, and more likely through the portal, the Prime Minister gave an odd half grin.
"I have a handle of things because a city like this requires one to know and control all he can. But, if there is one thing I think you should know that you haven't asked, it is something relatively simple. Whatever you will face in the portal, or around this city, you must know that this has all been built on the ruins of another. A lot has happened here, a lot of it buried or closed off, either on purpose or on destruction. I feel that we can learn from these relics, but as the current situation shows...these same relics could also be the reason that the city was made a ruin in the first place. With that in mind...learn from all the past that is here. If you can find a reason not to even touch that portal, then I would like to know."
The Prime Minister noted something about the elevator, and turned to be prepared for whomever was coming up it. "Seems that someone has decided to come pay me a visit. Has your shadow's condition improved? Wouldn't want him to be stepped...on or something of that nature. And it is likely either...Minister Ivan, or our local underground King Devon."
[hr]
Seth felt the grip on his hand tighten, the warmth seemed to intensify as she did so which made Seth feel...different. It felt better, like someone at his back, someone at his side. Seth couldn't help but smile as he came to realize the simple idea that had started back at the Academy. Someone much like Raven who had stood at his side during the contest, who walked with him as he ventured around the Academy before moving onward. Whom he had walked with into these trials.
"Then..." Seth paused to look into Raven's eyes, noting her smile. "...I guess you'll just have to come with me, partner. Lets go finish whatever this is...and get some mages out of that mess." As Seth began to make his way forward, he heard a distinct call to himself. It came from the Warlord Vassar, who had noted the pair walking towards the edge.
"You damned mages don't be heroes out there! Get those mages, and get back here! This shield won't last forever, and we won't be here for long!" With her piece said, the Warlord seemed to go back to directing the mages to reinforce the barrier in particular spots, trying to get things organized.
Seth simply gave a small wave with his one free hand as they got to the edge, which got slammed with an exploding boulder as they got close. Seth gave one last squeeze on Raven's hand as they prepared to make the last move. "Well partner, as good a time as any to change your mind and get away from my foolishness."
C'mon Jenn....We both know this is a bad idea. I picked the End, and you picked Death....I want these trials to be done, and for all of us to be out of here. Before....whatever this finally plays out to.