The Darkened Alley

[Seathia]

Seathia travels along the roof tops finaly took him to the end of the alley there stood the figure known as Tiberius Frost. Seathia Jumped down from the two story drop his trench coat flared up as he hit the ground. He slowly looked up at frost. Slowly he walked toward Frost until he was within speaking distance. Seathia lowered his head and bowed.
"How may I serve you Master"

[captainankh]

The figure in black presented itself to him.
Frost could sense the balck, empty heart. This one had no soul. Another of the undead had apparently joined him.

Frost kept his eyes on the scene of chaos before him.

"Why have you come here?" he asked. "What power have I over you, whom I did not know existed? Yet you call me master? Explain yourself, soulless one. Or better yet, join this battle. Defeat these two living, and make yourself useful."
He had little time for the dead.
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The head of what he once been skarfnork bounced off Chris Wesley's blade. Nobody noticed. Cultists were expendable.
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Kelly did not understand what was happening. Gerald had awakened something inside her, something she hadn't known existed. Or perhaps she had simply forgotten about it.
But certainly it was there. And it was powerful.

Suddenly the scene changed. Kelly opened her eyes.

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[sheizus]

She had arrived. Wind swept over the rooftop, and Gerald shivered. Kelly did not. Swords were once again drawn, and both combatants were prepared for the inevitable battle.

No one would interrupt them here.

[Seathia]

Seathia took one step forward.
"I have been sent here my the concil to serve you to make sure you live though this night. They have plans and need you alive for them to proseed. They also have a message for you."
He reached in to the pockets of his coat pulling out a scoll he slowly unraveled it and begun to speak.
"The mind of man a greedy hunter after truth, finding the seem truth but changing, not always one, but always diverse, forsakes the supposed, to find out the assured certainty, and searching everywhere save where it should, meets with all save what it would. Who seeks finds not, seeks in vain. Who seeks in vain, must if he will find seek again, yet all in vain. .. If then he thrives not, he tries another way. .But though we often chop and change, turn and return, from ward to ward, from fight to fight, in this constant search, yet we never rest in any, and that because we never find the truth, and therefore we never find it, because we never seek it in that weapon where it may be found."
Seathia turned drawing his Sword "
If you wish I will find the mortals and kill them if you wish"
He returned to the darkness of the alley seeking his new pray.

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[captainankh]

Frost didn't bother to read the message. Nobody told him what to do.
He smiled. He was in control.

[danielwoodfield]

Clarke suddenly felt cold - and his arm ached slightly - had somebody been trying to kill him with their mind again? Clarke concentrated all his power into his sword, and charged at the oncoming cultists, slicing them into threads of flesh and evil. The more Clarke killed, the more seemed to appear. "Wesley, where the hell are you?" Clarke yelled.

[Seathia]

The alley were the two mortals were trapped fighting for there life was blocked by Frosts mindless cultists. There lifes were of no concern to him and with his message delivered he had a knew goal though hollow in meaning it was only perpose he had at the present time.

The cultist continued to fight the men. Seathia reached into his coat revealing a plain black book.Seathia searched though the book looking for the right page, if took a few seconds to find the right page.

He begain to read the arcane words.Seathia rasied his hand insitly a scream of pain came from the cultlist as there hair became grey there skin wrinkled the cultist soon to weak to move fell to the ground as there bones turned to dust.
The brief seconds had been centurys for the cults thanks to the spell 'Curse of years'.

Sethia looked at the men."
Mortals your fight is now with me."H
e charged forward swinging his blade toward the shorter man.