Both of the wyverns landed. Ein was dropped down onto the cold ground, where he stayed. He just sat and looked directly in front of him, saying nothing. His face was completely expressionless.
Soon, however, he heard a voice. In his own head. Figures.
-"<span style='color:red'>So the wretch died, big deal. Move on!</span>"
-"Just. Shut. Up."
The voice seemed to get the point, and made no further attempt to make itself known.
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Commander Hasterb of Division Piat, commander Soghol of Division Sheist and commander Vorren of division Vosem left their underlings, and made way to the fortress. They were accompanied by 12 shock troops, each armed with a very brutal-looking arbalest (a large, more powerful version of a crossbow, able to easily punch through knight's armour). Before stepping foot onto the stone walkway, Hasterb stopped.
-"I do not like this place. I do not like this place at all. If it were not for the Lord's wishes, I would tear this place down without a second thought."
Soghol looked at his fellow commander, and with but a hint of annoyance, said:
-"GAWD, so it looks scary! Why do you ALWAYS have to be so PARANOID? I GUESS that paranoia makes a GOOD commander, but it ALSO makes him VERY ANNOYING..."
Vorren threw angry looks at the other commanders.
-"Both of you, shut up. I have more experience in this kind of thing, and trust me: this is one of those times when you judge a book by its cover. Be very cautious in there, and don't let your guard down. Those clouds also seem a bit sinister..."
-"GAWD, you TOO? Why does EVERYONE disagree with me today? I guess it's just one of THOSE days!"
Vorren angrily whipped around, his nose almost touching Soghol's.
-"If you want to keep your career, you will silence yourself this very moment, at this very point in time. When we get inside, you both will speak when I will allow you to speak. Don't you even dare to think unrelated thoughts in there, or you're going to be scraping your remains off the capital square's execution pedestal, you got that? Good."
Without any more discussion on the matter, the commanders walked across the bridge to the caped man, and shook hands with him.
-"Now, take us to your Lord, if you will."
Both Hasterb and Soghol spoke not a word; they genuinely trusted Vorren. Or they were just afraid of him. Either way, his little talk worked on both of the younger commanders.
--- --- ---
Alarmed, Horus jumped back, off the Draken. Seems this situation called for a more... drastic approach.
He flipped backwards, landing just in front of his maul. As he picked it up, though, the maul's head started to change shape... some of the individual plates making up the maul folded, while others deployed.
Soon enough, Horus' maul no longer looked like a maul. Instead, it was a long pike, with a rather deadly looking head. Spikes, hooks, splinters - you name it - all appeared at the end of the pike.
However, the time to use the actual pike did not come yet. First, he had to get Jayce to a position where he would be vulnerable to the said pike.
Horus flipped his weapon around so that the long handle was now pointing to Jayce. With a spin, he aimed the handle at Jayce's legs, attempting to trip him...
--- --- ---
Steorra was sitting on her bed, still trying to get her mind in order. The last thing that she remembered... the ship... dead Vincent... then, her mind was blank. What happened? Why was she here? Where exactly was here?
Her new clothes were substantially better than her last. It was all in the same style - black flares for pants, and a black shirt for top - but it was made differently.
Instead of the plain black fabric, the clothes were now made of a very strange material - it felt like metallic fibres. Inside, however, it was as soft as any silk, and the best part was that it covered her almost entirely. Other than the fact that it was a little hard to breathe in, this new clothing was amazing.
Still somewhat confused, Steorra walked over to a window. She was overlooking a very misty island, with a lot of... buildings? on the ground.
The door behind her creaked. She whipped around, instinctively scanning the room for her staff, which was right next to the bed. After a short thought, though, she decided to not even bother getting it. Whoever prepared a room like this for her probably wasn't going to brutally kill her now.
The door opened completely. A very strange man dressed in equally strange robes entered the room. He had a black headband with five dark red feathers on it, and his robe was coloured equally - dark red and black, with a few streaks of beige. There was a loose torn up semi-ring of black fabric around his shoulders, just floating around him without any support. Steorra saw this person the first time in her life, but something seemed eerily familiar about him...
-"I see you are awake." The stranger's voice further puzzled Steorra. She almost definately heard this kind of strange pronounciation before: the 's' was longer than normal, and pronounced in a creepy whisper...
-"Who are you? What happened? What am I doing here? Wha--?"
The stranger put his hand on Steorra's shoulder.
-"I know you have a lot of questions. Not even I know what happened... something to blow you into a million pieces happened, but other than that, I do not know how you ended up dead."
Steorra was taken somewhat aback by the last sentence, especially the last word. She took a few stumbling steps back, before falling down on her bed.
-"D-dead?"
-"Yes, but I won't go into details now, we can discuss that later-"
-"Who are you, anyway?"
The man looked down at Steorra. When she saw his eyes - those cold, unfeeling eyes - she remembered everything. Everything.
-"K-k-k-.."
-"My name is Kronos."
Steorra completely collapsed on the bed, unconcious. Kronos sighed, picked her up, and carried her out of the room.
