!!9I4SJG4jQPb 03/02/12(Fri)22:31 No.18181423|
>note, all of these were players, with very few exceptions
Van was in shock as he fell to the stony ground, and Destamona immediately closed the portal behind him. She was crying out that she was so sorry for what happened, and whether or not he was okay.
He was clutching his pack tightly, cradling the spell component inside which had cost the lives of the two best men he'd ever known. The two deadliest warriors of their time, second only to himself.
He couldn't believe the raw power Chaos had, or the nature of the enemy they were fighting. Only that he had succeeded, and as he rose, he thrust the bag at Daies.
"Here! Now I demand what is mine!"
Daies blinks, and then archs an eyebrow.
"Well, yes, absolutely... Once we talk to Dowjin about it..."
Van noticed another man in the room, only he was not human, he had silver wings, a half-dragon. Dowjin. Whom he'd seen once or twice. Knew of him, more than knew him.
"What is there to talk about?! You saw what we did. No one could do better! I deserve this!"
Daies glances aside to Dowjin, who finally speaks.
"That may be, but just because your powerful doesn't mean I can trust you. I regret the loss of your comrades, and I'll see to Daies' request tonight, over dinner. Give us until then."
Van stared in shock.
"You can't be serious! I'm through with this shit. Enjoy your 'dinner', asshole!"
Van stormed off, still bloody, and fuming.
Meanwhile, Chaos had shifted back into the form of its current host: Rauntek. And he laughed at Van's delicious plight, having been able to remotely sense him for just those few moments before his sensor vanished.
He was going to make Van an offer he couldn't refuse.