A City at War (open)

[Elena]

Night descended upon the late Victorian city of Hallowton. The only light coming from the single ray of bright silver that bore upon it thanks to the moon in the sky, surrounded by the stars. Looking down to a city on the brink of civil war was an enigma in black. Known by only a handful across Genesis as the “Silent Killer” or “The Black Death”. And Hallowton was no stranger to the Black Death. Sat on top of a gargoyle, Elena looked at her hands as boils started to grow. Pulling down the sleeve of her long sleeve black shirt to see the same was true for her arms. Feeling up her face to detect them also, the boils popping and bleeding across her cheek as she felt a throbbing in her stomach. The Creator was not without a sense of humor. The Black Death for “The Black Death”.

Pulling her sleeve down the vampiress began to spread herself out through the city, all from her superhuman hearing. She could make out every voice, every individual heartbeat, the blood that pumped through the veins and then some. She was able to differentiate it all with ease and it would soon be followed by the individual’s scent. The blood was tainted but she didn't care. Her hunger demanded to be satisfied and she was going to satisfy it one way or another. Already crouched down on the gargoyle, Elena lunged through the air. Catching a bird's eye view of the streets below as sentries walked through every point. Their stance that of protection as they appeared ready to counter and defend anyone foolish enough to attack them in a single motion. Their intense training ever present in their eyes, as they looked liked survivors of torture than trained soldiers. In the end there weren't much difference, were there?

Elena landed on the rooftop across from the gargoyle statue. Running across its surface and leaping over to the building next over. She continued this run, not making a sound as she stopped near a ledge. Looking down to see two men in ragged clothes wielding rifles in their hands talking amongst each other. “Today we take back our city.” One of them said before heading out to the main street and open fired on the guard coming his way. The guard raised up his shield and defended against the bullets, meanwhile Elena dropped down on top of the poor thug left alone, causing him to fall to the ground. She pinned his arms against it and drained him dry. Coughing at the end of the blood consumption before leaping on the wall across the spot she landed and scaling up it. The vampire continued to move. Coming up to another ledge and seeing the Hallowton guard disarming the armed civilian and then restraining them in order to cuff him. He must have been under orders not to kill. After that the guard went into the alley Elena had just came out of. Spotting the dead man and kneeling down to look him over. That would be the last mistake he ever made as Elena swoop back down and caught him by surprise. Draining his blood quickly and releasing another cough before returning to the rooftop.

Riots broke out throughout the city. Each time was the same story. A couple of thugs looking to take back their city from what they found to be their suppressor challenged the Hallowton guards head on. Each guard was prepared for the strikes that came, hitting back even harder to restrain those that stood against the crown. Both sides were afflicted with the plague making them weak, but it didn't stop them from attempting to fulfill their goals. Many others however couldn't even move. Their throats were ripe for the taking and so, Elena swoop down towards each of them and gave them an easy death. The cough was the only noise that came from the vampiress as she continued to move through the city one rooftop at a time. Some of the rioters got lucky, igniting flames and using them to their advantage to make head way against the guards, but stronger ones came in. These appeared to be more alert and two steps ahead, as every rioter who tried to sneak up on them were taken out in no time at all. Like the guards knew where they were and how to restrain them before they even came out of hiding. Elena wondered if any of them could sense her as well, despite how well hidden she was. Not wanting to risk it, the vampiress stayed out of the way of the guard and continued to pick off rioters. Wasting no time when she came down to drink and went back up to the rooftops. Another guard who appeared in a strange and alert stance spotted one of her victims. Seeing the bite marks on his neck and looking up to the others. “Vampire. Contact Hellsing at once!”

Out of the five guards below, two went off to pass the message on and the other two went into the same stance as their leader. Splitting up and spreading out around the area. Even if they knew where she was it looked like they were banking on her making the first move so they could counter/dodge accordingly. Their scent were human and they still held all the limits that came with being human. Instead, Elena chose to carry on and get out of their range. Not knowing or caring for what Hellsing was. No warrior regardless of skill level could battle something they couldn't track.

What kind of a vampire can't change into wolf or bat?

A voice. It was unfamiliar to the vampiress and caused her to halt in her progress. Looking around to see if anyone was close by, but she saw nothing. Her superhuman hearing and sense of smell confirmed this however...

Behind you!

Elena turned around and found she walked straight off the ledge, catching herself on the side of the wall. Still high up enough to where she couldn't be seen by the two guards passing by below. But if either one of them looked up it'd be another story. Their attention was lured elsewhere however as they heard a man yell out, “Embrace your Nightmare!” and suddenly everything moved about slowly. As if she was moving at her usual high speed but Elena knew that wasn't the case. The two guards below started to decay, their armor rusting and falling apart before their skin rotted. Their bones collapsing to the ground while the rest of the area came across as some type of wasteland. Even her own skin started to rot off, boil and all as her own muscle could be seen. Panicking, Elena climbed up the wall to get back on the roof she had fallen off of. But once she reached the ledge...



She found this waiting at the top. Screaming in her face and threatening to bite it off before it disappeared in a flash. Everything running again back at a normal pace as she was safe and sound on the rooftop. If her heart could beat it would have burst out of her chest from the random siege of horror that came from those words ”Embrace your Nightmare!” There was more going on in this city than met the eye. And now she could hear the vehicles of the Wild Geese closing in on the distance, the marching of the religious Sector III Regenerators and the howls of the Freaks that Hellsing kept under a tight lease with their alchemy. And the voice that spoke in her head making her think she was losing her mind.

Had a bad dream?

Her adventure in Hallowton was just getting started.

[Cazador]

His attempts at find a cure had failed to produce any sort of results. The best he was able to do back at the hospital was ease the suffering of those who were beyond saving. The plague that had been unleashed on the city was beyond his talents to fix. Relampago was disappointed in himself, but then he wasn't a true medicine man. His talents of healing were more for battle, as were his alchemy skills. The only thing that was keeping himself from infection was due to his magical talents in blocking the disease from even entering his body. Someone much more talented in medicine than he would eventually find a cure, but it wouldn't be him. The city around the Dragonborn had its fair share of problems to say the least. Not only was it suffering from the plague, but also a civil war. As he took a stroll through the night, Relampago could hear the sounds of combat breaking out.

Civil war was never a good thing. At the end, the nation would be left vulnerable and weak to outside attacks. If Hollowton were to have any chance at survival, then the city would have to stay unified. The chances of that happening though were slim to none. The stroll through the city wasn't exactly a nice one. If he wasn't finding dead bodies from the plague then it was always from the fighting between the rebels and the guards. That particular night, Relampago would find another type of dead body. By chance, he had stumbled across the victim of what appeared to be a vampire attack. His powerful sight offered him some clue to what had happened. He recognize the dead lifeless energy that their kind always left behind. Back in Skyrim, it wasn't uncommon to find them. This energy was much different though. It was rotten like the plague had touched it. Relampago walked over to the corpse to get a closer look before one of the city guards spotted him.

"Vampire!"

The last thing he wanted was to be made a spectacle of. Especially when he wasn't even a vampire to begin with. The blind white eyes did make him look a bit intimidating in the dark which didn't help his case much. Relampago quickly casted an illusion on the guard to make it appear as if he was one of the fellow guardsmen.

"Sorry. For a second I thought you were that Vampire that's been moving around in the area. Keep a look out."

"You are far too jumpy. Calm your mind or it will add you to its meal as well."

As the guard departed, Relampago began to track down the diseased attacker. He didn't really know why he was. If anything, it was far more out of curiosity. He couldn't just kill the creature for wanting to feed. It was just the way it had to survive, but at the same time, Relampago had killed many before in defense of his own life. The wind around his body began to circle around as it lifted him above the war torn plagued city. As he looked down on the night, he was able to find to poor diseased vampire on a roof. He slowly floated back down to the ground and landed a few feet in front of the stranger.

"You must be the one who's been feeding on the city tonight..."

[Elena]

Elena snarled, catching the change of wind from afar and spotting the unknown man that descended from the sky. The recent nightmarish episode screwing with her senses and leaving her vulnerable long enough for the High Elf to reach her.

“Who wants to know?”

Elena worked to get her senses back on track, following the scent of those around them. Keeping track on the unknown operatives that were called in through one of the guards finding one of her previous kills. So they had people here who specified in killing her kind. Where did this man fall in then? Judging by his clothes and the way he carried himself Elena could make out he was a mage, which hinted at some magical prowess that could be a problem for her. But also suggested that physically he was weak while she was still in top condition despite the plague and the taint it left on the fresh blood she had just consumed. If a fight broke out the vampire would have to overwhelm him quickly before he had time to cast a single spell and prolong the encounter giving the Royal Guard backup time to find her.

“Didn't your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?”

[Cazador]

"Her and I never really saw eye to eye on many things. If these were one of things she had told me, I most likely would of disobeyed it."

She had to of been the vampire that fed on those people and the one the guards were looking for. He didn't even need his special sight to see that she was the killer. She reeked of blood and death. The vampiress looked a little on edge. Relampago could tell her sickness, the guards hunting for her, and his presence wasn't exactly doing wonders for her nerves. Her death would probably come soon as well thanks to the plague unless a cure was found, but he couldn't be too sure. Relampago didn't have much information about how vampire physiology would react the disease. Back at the hospital, he had only seen its effects on normal humans. He began to reach into his coat to pull out a small vile filled with a potion. He made slow movements as not to upset the stranger. The last thing he wanted was a fight, but he was more than prepared for it.

"This might help ease the pain. It was the closest I could come stopping this disease. Consider it a peace offering. I was only curious as to see what all the extra ruckus was tonight."

The potion would serve as a pain killer for the specific symptoms of the plague. He didn't want to get to close to her in case she decided to attack. To maintain the space between them, he rolled the vile over to her. Whether or not the vampiress would take it was entirely up to her. It wouldn't stop the disease, but it was certainly better than nothing at all.

"You must of been desperate to feed on plagued blood."

[.:Amilia:.]

Three months had passed since their ship had left port to the lands of Elim, it wasn't by order but by request for a vacation now that the Demon army had been felled. Across the seas Arix and Amilia had encountered the elven clans and several human crusader groups. They had moved northward to the Dead City where Arix launched a full assault with Amilia however she was forced to withdraw on his orders as they were suddenly swarmed by legions of undead monsters, Amilia never saw Arix again after that moment.

Amilia made her way back to the elven lands where she aided them against several raider groups over time she gained the nickname, Ivae D’aron, the White Knight. After waiting for Arix for so long she finally gave up knowing the worst had happened to him and he had fallen in battle, she made her way back to the cove where they had hidden the ship and with the small crew she had put together they set sails back for Jherra. The voyage took much longer without Arix’s oversight she spent her time teaching several of the deckhands so they would have a place in Hallowton when they arrived.

---

”Raise the flag, we’re coming into the harbor now.”

The Hallowton Royal Flag was flown over the regal ship it was brought to a halt as one of the Hallowton Navy ships headed toward them and eventually pulled alongside the ship. Amilia made her way to the deck to greet the port officer who crossed between the two ships between the interlocking bridges. She saluted him and remained at attention given that he was her superior. The rest of her crew who was on deck went to attention behind her and held their position even after the officer ordered them at ease.

”I was expecting Sir Arix to be on board,” said the officer waving his hand to her calling her at ease. She remained casual around him now that she was on speaking terms with him.

”No sir, Arix- Arix fell in battle. I am his former apprentice Amilia Ashlyn.”

She watched the look on his face go from strict and almost mean to be completely in shock. The notion that one of Hallowtons greatest defenders had fallen in battle was like watching an invincible god be killed right before his very eyes. In some ways Arix was a god, and it was understandable for this officers emotions. He did well in covering himself and bringing himself back to the matter at hand.

”I will inform the Queen at once; a proper funeral will be arranged. I’m sorry,” he said tilting his head forward and looked at the ground for a moment to gather his thoughts, ”That puts you in charge of the Judgement Corps. However, the city is in Quarantine as plague spreads through the streets as fast as the riots. Queen Lori is bedridden; you’d do best not to enter the city just yet.”

Amilia furrowed her brow, she knew that her audience with the queen would have to wait now, ”Excuse me if I’m wrong, but I think I’m exactly what the city needs if there’s riots and plague. You’ll grant me access to the city at once and I’ll gather the core of Merjutsu Corps. and we’ll push the rioters back as well as we can contain the situation and aid with restoration.”

The officer knew he screwed up by telling her she was in charge of the Corps now since he was officially outranked by her, he could do nothing else but to allow her access into the city now, ”I have given you my warning. It is now up to you to heed it or not,” he saluted her and stepped back onto his ship, the bridges released and Amilia’s ship pushed forward into the harbor.

Dockworkers tied the ship down and she exited with a number of her crew who would integrate with the others she had held train. The remainders would stay on the ship and man it for the next crew. There was no reason for her to visit the queen just yet she would first see her recruits again for the first time in months. Given that Arix had left the two Sergeants in charge before his departure she had only hoped that they kept things in order.

---

She took a special path to the castle which would allow her to avoid the streets completely and get to her destination much quicker. Once there she took the back way in and made way for the barracks. Upon her arrival she saw each of the men and women geared up already with weapons in hand standing at attention awaiting her.

”Ma’am,” said the Sergeant who saluted her in one motion and returned back to attention, ”the Navy sent word that you were coming we await your orders.” She smiled at him and stepped forward extending her arm to him and the two grabbed each other’s forearms and pulled themselves into a half hug.

”It’s been a while,” she said pulling back and letting go of him the rest of the unit surrounded her and she waved them off, ”We’ve got work to do, we can catch up later I need ten sets of armor for the elves with me they’re now officially apart of the unit. Did someone send word to Lori that I’m back?”

”I’m sure she knows because of the word sent ahead of you, but she’s sick so we’re short on official orders. Making it up as we go ma’am,” he said and looked away from her for a moment returning his gaze to her sternly, ”Amilia, what happened to Arix?”

”It’s a long story… He fell in battle against a massive army of undead creatures though.”

”Did you actually see him fall?”

”No, but there’s no reason he’d leave me waiting for nearly a month. I’m sure he’s gone,” Amilia said never once looking away from the troops around her, ”Alright, I’m acting Knight-Commander, if the Queen is down then we’ll do our best to protect the seat of the throne until it is warmed again. Do not stray from the task at hand, Arix might not be with us anymore but nothing has changed. Get to the courtyard I’ll meet you there in ten after I gear up.”

The troops moved out. She made way to the trunk in the corner which was labeled with her name and fitted a key from her pocket into the lock, one of the last things Arix had given her. She opened the trunk and inside was a set of armor, ”You sly devil you…”

---

It was her return to protect the throne in the place of Arix, it was her turn to defend the people from themselves and from the evil of the world. She exited the castle wearing a set of fitted armor which was a little bit loose on her frame but she had a bit of room to grow once she was fully healthy again. ”Let’s move! We got a city to contain.”

The unit moved out into the streets one among them was a flag bearer flying the Judgement Corps. Flag with the Elven Star upon it so everyone knew what they faced…

[Elena]

Elena never stopped paying close attention to her surroundings. She could hear the footsteps of the surviving guards as they split up in search for the vampire while at the same time maintaining what they could against the rioters who kept ambushing them with ammo, explosives and the Waking Nightmare. Elena detected the Wild Geese traveling on the main road with their weapons at the ready while Sector XIII was sealing off alleyways with their holy barriers, making each one a death trap to lure her out into the open where the Wild Geese would take her. The Freaks climbing up to the rooftops risking their own death should any of them fall into an alleyways rigged by the Iscariot forces. Her eyes going back to Relampago, body tensing up at the sight of his hand reaching into his coat until she saw the vial. But even then Elena didn't relax completely. Without even seeing her arm move, Elena would have the vial in her hand as her eyes looked it over before looking back at the mage in suspicion.

“Why are you helping me? I just killed civilians and armed guards defending the city. I'm likely to keep on killing if left alone.”

The pain from the plague entered her lungs the second she drew breath to speak. But if you looked at her you'd never be able to tell she was in pain. Had it not been for the boils across her face and hands you wouldn't know she was sick at all. Elena's durability was the leading cause of her resistant and it was important she kept blood intake up if she wished to outlast this epidemic. The vampiress could tell by observing this man through sight, smell and hearing that he wasn't hiding anything. That still left the question of why he would wish to assist her after everything. Her attention was soon turned away from him however as she saw the flag up ahead. Elena's hearing zoning in on the march of the Merjutsu Corps while walking up to the ledge and crouching down. Her eyes zooming in to get a glimpse of the woman leading them. Recording her scent and indulging in it for a moment before another group of rioters broke out in front of the Corps and started to open fire on them with their fully-automatic rifles caring little for their own lives and the lives of others. Screaming, “Death to the Queen!” at the Merjutsu Corps as Elena just watched. Curious to see what this group did in response. And of course, Elena never stopped tracking the Hellsing operatives. If they got too close she would move before the Freaks on the roofs could reach her position.

[Ayen]

Returned from her travels, Sazan reunited with her own recruits, the mages the Hybrid had gathered to further improve Hallowton's defense. They were among the defenders already present in the city to ward off the riots as they found them. Either through putting them to sleep or dosing them with confusion in order to allow the guards to apprehend them. While on their patrols the Hybrid was notified by one of the mages of a body nearby. Walking up to it, Sazan could see the bite marks on her neck and kneeled for a closer look. A foreign scent caused her nostrils to flare, whoever it was it was definitely a vampire.

To think that after the reputation Sir Integra and Hellsing has garnered in this city that a vampire would be crazy enough to make this place its hunting ground. Sensing that Hellsing was already on route and seeing the flag now raised in the street, Sazan rerouted her own attention to tracking down the vampire in question. Using their magicks to conceal their scent while making no noise. Sazan was all too familiar with a vampire's ability to branch out through an entire city through her senses and she wouldn't allow this vampire to see them coming.

[Cazador]

"You didn't kill them. You were feeding to stay alive, but for your species, most would not give it a second thought."

Relampago always did his best to keep a neutral stance. In order to survive, all living beings had to consume something to stay alive. The plants consumed oxygen and sunlight, animals consumed plants, some animals would consume other animals, and people would consume animals as well. The situation was merely life in action. It was survival of the fittest in its most primal form. As much as he respected her right to be able to kill in order to live, Relampago also had to think about those she was killing. He couldn't exactly tell her to stop, but some sort of balance would have to be maintained. So instead a deal would have to be made. He would have to speak fast since he could sense the approach of several strong beings.

"You realize if you keep up these actions, eventually they will find you and kill you. So allow me make you an offer. If you only agree to feed on the enemies of the crown, I will continue to supply you with the potions to help you endure the plague. Remember though, it's not a cure. It will only ease any suffering its giving you and reduce the symptoms."

Relampago knew that the rebels couldn't be allowed to go on. They would only serve to weaken the city even more to an outside attack. The rebellion needed to be put down. Sicking a vampire on them would do excellent at quelling their numbers. It seemed like it would work out for everyone, except the rioters, but they needed to be put down. She would be able to continue feeding and the rebels would start to see their numbers decrease. As he continued to feel the approaching groups, Relampago made the offer once more.

"If you agree, I can teleport you out of this spot before they all box you in. It's your choice though."

[.:Amilia:.]

No Fear Just Death

They came down the lane and around the corner patrolling the area which seemed relatively quiet for the time being. The damage on the buildings and decay of the area got to her a bit, it was intriguing. She felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up apparently so did everyone else with her because they all rolled at once to either side taking cover in corners, behind cars and indoors if deemed necessary she felt the first couple bullets blaze by her before she hit the deck and rolled behind the cover of a stationary postage box.

You never bring blades to a gun fight, and the Judgement Corps. were all about their blades. However, she had a plan that no one knew about just yet, at least none of her old recruits, the new ones did. Amilia opened her side pouch and removed two small bags one with white powder the other with black. She speaks clearly so all can hear, "d' misfortune lu' vhid, Usstan mix l' draa lu' spread ol pholor ulu dos."

In one motion she steps to the right and throws herself forward into the gunfire taking a shot to her plated chest and one grazes her arm. In range she slams the new pouch of mixed powders and steps away quickly back into cover until the dust settles. It seemed as if it was a dud, "Xun naut kl'ae kylara fashka!"

She along with three of the other core members move out of their cover and even though they are being fired on not a single bullet seems to hit them, consider it a bout of misfortune or good luck depending on which side you look at it. Each core member drew their swords and turned them completely around using the blunt side of their blades as they mowed through the crowd with precise strikes leaving all of them alive.

"Recruits band their wrists and feet we'll come back for them. All else keep moving," she said returning to their original formation with the Bannerette standing in the middle flying the Judgement Corps. flag high over head. She took lead and was instantly flanked by two sergeants, the others marched in battle formation surrounding the Bannerette.

[Elena]

“I bled them dry. Don't get much deader than that.”

Elena kept watch of the Judgement Corps in the area. Her eyes zooming in on their position to better observe them from this distance. The rebels appeared to have had the right idea with their choice of weapon as the group was forced behind cover, but the leader and a few of the recruits remained relaxed even then. Knowing something that clearly the rest did not. Then the leader of the Corps spoke. Recognizing the dialect to be of Drow origin. Made sense, a couple of her men by her side were elves. The same ones who knowingly awaited the leader to act. The smell of the powder causing her nostrils to flare as a bout of misfortune fell upon the rebels who were taken out by the blunt sides of their blades and tied up. Once again those of the crown made point not to kill. Either through desire to question them or a misguided moral notion that they were better than the ones they fought. Either way if Elena was going to take this High Elf's deal she still couldn't bleed the rebels dry.

Elena turned around to speak to the High Elf but her attention was taken away to the group of mages led by Sazan and how their scent magically vanished after they found one of her victims. This city just had everything, didn't it? Elena could track down the movement of the Corps and Hellsing and know when to scram but she didn't have a clue where the mages were or how fast they could reach her. If she needed anymore reassuring that the High Elf's offer was a good one, that was it.

“All right. You have a deal.”

[Ayen]

“All right. You have a deal.”

“Not so fast.”

It was too late. Sazan and her mages had made it to the rooftop the two were conversing on. Her mages spreading out to the four corners of the buildings top, their staffs at the ready to lock both of them in to keep them from escaping if need be. The Hybrid's scythe in her right hand as she stepped forward and looked the two over. Recognizing the scent on Elena as the one who killed the woman she found.

“You aren't going anywhere.”

[Cazador]

Just as soon as Elena agreed, the two were ambushed by vampiress' hunters. Sazan and her mages moved much quicker than Relampago had anticipated. The two of them were surrounded in a matter of seconds. They had instantly recognized Elena, but the group would have trouble identifying who Relampago was. He positioned himself so that the moon light wasn't hitting his face. The only description they would have of him would be a tall man in a dark cloak. The last thing he wanted was to leave them with a detailed description of his face. At that point in time, he was wishing the laws of Skyrim existed in Hollowton. In his world all he would have to do is pay a fine and be on his way. Relampago began to quickly think out what his next set of actions would be. Fighting was out of the question since they were loyalist, but surrender would mean jail time. Luckily he had an escape plan all set up.

"I can assure you all that this creature will not be troubling you any longer. All you must know is she will be an excellent asset to you, but I ask that you do not follow us for your own safety."

Relampago acted quickly by grabbing Elena and teleporting the two to an unknown location. He was careful enough to keep all traces of his magic signature close to his body as to not leave a trail for them to follow. For a few seconds, they passed through a large wormhole outside of time and space. The tunnel seemed to stretch on forever. With in their time of teleporting, Relampago had casted his Dragonflesh spell on himself and Elena. He would also cast an extra spell on the vampriss so that she could breathe in fresh air like he was. It wouldn't cure the plague, but she would need for where they were teleporting to. As the wormhole closed, their destination was revealed. Relampago had teleported them into the core of Genesis. Using his control of fire, he kept the scorching hot insides at bay.

The only reason for teleporting to the core was to serve as a checkpoint just in case Sazan was able to follow after them. It would be a nasty surprise to end up in the core of the planet. They would only remain there for a few seconds. Being in the core was taking too much magic to survive. He then quickly teleported Elena and himself back to Hollowton. They ended up on the far side of the city, opposite of where they originally were, but teleporting to the opposite side of town was too predictable. So they would find themselves in an underground cavern on the opposite side. It was very dark with barely any moon light coming in. It would of been difficult for any person with regular eye sight to see. For Relampago he could see everything perfectly.

He quickly repressed his magical energy signal for fear of being tracked. Those few actions left him a little out of breath with some sweat on his forehead. Teleporting always required a lot of his magic supply to perform. Relampago started trying to catch his breath before looking over at Elena. They had made a deal with each other so it was only right that he at least properly introduce himself.

"My name is Valandil Séregon, but I'm better known as Relampago."

[.:Amilia:.]

The recruits had regrouped with the rest of the unit who waited stationed on the main street that lead directly from the castle to the exit of Hallowton, the same street that the Vulture's troops once marched up in an attempt to take the throne down before Arix came from the opposite end and halted the armies advance. The unit was stationed in an old bar called the Filthy Wench, it was rightfully abandoned due to the events around them.

"Alright gather 'round," she had a map laid out on the large darkwood dining table, "We've got a lot of ground to cover until we get to the Harker tech facility."

"That place was abandoned right after all this happened."

"Then we've got to secure it just in case he left anything behind that could aid the rebels, I want three teams there's twenty-eight of us so one large group is a death trap. Nine of you are fully trained I want three of you to separate per person, three with me and the two sergeants. There's fourteen recruits, I want seven of you on both sergeants my team will move fast and alone."

"Yes, ma'am."
"Yes, ma'am."

"Let's move then, Vorcha, Poydres, Madison, on me," she grabbed the map and wrapped it back up exiting first the other two sergeants waited for a moment gathered their teams and exited, Vicknair's team to the left while Omeja's team took right. Amilia and her team took middle as they were the smallest group and would be easier to disperse. It would take a while to get the the Harker facility but if Amilia was to move ahead of the rest of the teams she could scout it out while they move to secure.

[Elena]

Elena released a low pitch growl in the presence of the Grand Duchess as she reached her position with little to no effort on her part. The Silent Killer didn't like being the one sneaked up on. She was used to being the one to corner an enemy and then move in for the kill. Their mistake came when they didn't instantly go for taking them out the moment they arrived. Instead they announced their own arrival giving both time to defend themselves. If Elena had to force her way out of this blockade then so be it. The vampiress had lived too long to allow herself to be ended here.

But she wouldn't have to do anything. Instead the High Elf would speak and then send them elsewhere to avoid a confrontation with Sazan and the mages. Where he took her even she could not have foreseen as Elena found herself at the center of the earth. Just the mere presence of the flames of the earth's core was enough to make the vampire uneasy as now it was the High Elf's turn to receive a growl by the Black Death. Being spared further after transporting into a dark underground cavern. This was more like it. Elena black attire made it easy for her to blend in and her night vision made seeing a non-issue. With the moonlight barely touching her face, Elena sat down on the ground and leaned up against the stone wall, a knee up as she looked up to the ceiling. Hearing the High Elf's introduction.

“Elena.”

Was all the vampiress said in reply. She was trying to relax as much as she could because if that woman could find them that quickly it was only a matter of time before she'd come again. Elena wasn't convinced that Relampago's words would be enough to get the mages off their tail. She saw it best when her gaze met that of the rare hybrid's. She saw the gaze of a stubborn idealistic warrior who still saw the world as black and white. Elena would have to be extra careful from now on.

“You shouldn't have said anything to that woman. She'll keep coming and to make it worse she's a vampire as well. I won't be difficult to track now that she has my scent.”

That said, the vampire didn't seem very worry. Her mind going back to the armored woman who led the group that took on the rioters. Remembering the words she had uttered.

“d' misfortune lu' vhid, Usstan mix l' draa lu' spread ol pholor ulu dos,” Elena repeated. “Xun naut kl'ae kylara fashka! Drow from what I could make out. Any idea what it means?”

[Cazador]

"She won't find either of us if she goes on scent alone."

He paused for a moment before pointing to her.

"That barrier I wrapped around us to survive the crushing pressure of the core is sealed tight. Your scent won't be getting out for awhile."

As he explained her protection, Relampago moved closer to the wall next to him. He leaned his body weight against it before slowly moving down to the ground. He was still a little winded from the teleportation. Since there was no battle, he didn't see any harm in taking a quick break. It was cold underground, but it was very relaxing after enduring the heat of the core. He removed the hood from his head revealing his black hair and long pointed ears. The cold air felt especially nice on his face. Relampago looked back at Elena to explain what else he did to throw her hunter off the trail.

"I made sure to be careful not to leave any traces of my energy for her to follow, but I wanted to be safe. I sent us to the core first in case she or any of her mages had some kind of teleportation spell. If they had followed us it would of been a trap and I did give them fair warning not to follow."

As Relampago caught his breath, he listened to the foreign language that Elena had spoken. It sounded close to the language of his cousin species, the Dunmer, spoke. A few parts sounded different, but over all it was the same tongue of the Dark Elves. He closed his blind white eyes momentarily to think on it for a moment. He wasn't an expert in the language, but he did have some knowledge of how to speak it. Once he thought out the right words, he opened his eyes and stared off into the dark space around him.

"Of misfortune and chaos, I mix the two and spread it on to you..... Do not use lethal force."