He was tall, handsome, so handsome one could almost refer to him as it. He wore white as armour, not white armour, but the colour itself, soaking in dawnval’s rays. His pupils were golden, spoked like stars, swimming in a sea of blue and purple, like the night sky. Those eyes were focused, resolute, upon a particur figure.

  The Iyrman stepped forward. It was not Mad Dog, Fme Brand, not even Otkan, known as Silver Drake. It riest of Wahtu, Lady Arya, who was heavily armoured in full pte, and carried a bde at her side. She did not wear her helmet, revealing her short hair, and the tattoos upon her forehead, that of the Tol family.

  “We are hoo meet you,” the Iyrmaed, her voice clear as she stared at the being.

  “I have e for you, cursed one,” he said, his voice equally as divine as it was sinister.

  “I’m not cursed,” Adam replied, feeling the gazes which had fallen upon him.

  Lucy’s eyes dared to look away from the being only for a moment, darting to Adam, before returning back to the divine being. Mara crossed her hands over her navel, standing taller and prouder. Jurot, too, stood a little taller.

  “A rot upon this world, one I io deal with.”

  Adam swallowed. He could feel it. His heart pounded like a beating drum. Sweat formed upon his brow, a cold sweat, while his bones grew chilly. The fshes of fmes obscured his vision for a moment.

  “Deal with… how?” the half elf asked, though he knew.

  Everyone knew.

  “Execution.”

  “That’s very direct,” Adam replied, his throat dry. He felt the pressure build upon his shoulders, growing stronger with each passing moment. His mind was bnk, not even cursing his misfortune.

  “You have caused enough suffering.”

  “What did I do?” Adam recalled the faces of his children in that moment, and the wish of his wife. He felt his throat strict.

  “Your meddling of Fate has caused two civil wars.”

  Adam cleared his throat, l his head slightly. He closed his eyes. ‘Fuck.’

  “It has also led to the death of…” The being paused, his eyes darkening as he took in only the half elf within his sight. A pressure fell upon the half elf, ohat felt heavy, and burnt with righteous fury. “Prince Aksak.”

  “What?” Adam gasped, blinking rapidly, his mind falling bnk once more. The half elf could feel it, the heavy weight of being drowned within the void of shame and uainty.

  How could it be?

  ‘Prince Aksak? He… died? Just like that? Because of me? I ’t believe... What, who-, no. No. If it-.‘ A hand grabbed the back of Adam’s head, his cold sweat stig to it.

  “What are you thinking of so deeply?” Jarot asked, bringing the half elf’s head to his chest. “What business do you have with my grandson?”

  “Jarot,” the Priest called in the Iyr’s tongue.

  “If you have business with my grandson, you may speak with I, Jarot.” Jarot’s lips formed a wild grin as he stared at the being, almost salivating at the mouth to fight.

  “This does not you, Deathsinger.”

  “Has he e for you?” Jarot asked, brushing the back of Adam’s head.

  “Yeah?” Adam replied, fused.

  “Do you wish to kill my grandson?”

  “I wish for little, Deathsinger. I am an instrument of the Divine, and I have been tasked with its execution.”

  “Who gave you the ce to kill a grandson of mine?” Jarot asked, his brow pulsing, his lips f a wilder grin.

  “Does the Iyr io interfere with my duties?” He asked, his eyes falling upon the Priest.

  Lamtol remained silent for a long moment. She could feel the expet gazes upon her, while the words of Elder Gold repyed within her mind. She also thought of the precarious situation the Iyr was in, one in which they couldn’t involve them within at this time. It was ohing to deal with the Reavers, but to also include their group, it was something she couldn’t risk. “We-,”

  “Lamtol,” Gangak called, raising a gesture towards the woman, who replied with a gesture of her own. It was a gesture the other Iyrmen sidered, while the being remained silent, w what the gesture meant.

  We ot.

  Jurot saw the gesture, his mind rag. He had e for his brother, and right now, they weren’t equipped with dealing with the being. They could grievously wound it, if they all fought together, but there was almost no ce Adam could survive.

  “Jarot,” Gangak said.

  “Hmm,” Jarot replied.

  Otkan’s ears twitched, sidering the tone of his low groan. ‘What?’

  “So you have e for my grandson?”

  “I have e to execute the one known as Adam Fate.”

  “You have e to execute our… Executive?” Jarot tilted his head.

  The being’s eyes fell to the bloodthirsty Iyrman. “…”

  “The Executive of our United Kindom?” Jarot asked, grinning wider. “What business do you have with our Executive Adam, High Alchemist of the United Kindom?”

  Jurot blinked, and even Lucy’s eyes dared to gowards the back of the crippled Iyrman for a moment.

  “I am not bound by your mortal politics,” he said, narrowing his eyes slightly, uanding that the Deathsingers were figuring out a way to absolve themselves of responsibility. “I will execute all those who oppose my Diviribution.”

  Lamtol stepped back, along with the Iyrmen near her, causing the vilgers, who had e to see the otion, to also take a step back from the gate.

  “If yoing to kill me, you should at least introduce yourself,” Adam said, trying to buy time.

  Spells PreparedDimension Door

  “…”

  “He is one of the Thirteen Stars,” Jurot said. “A patriot of-,”

  “Oh dear,” a voice cut through the air and tension. The newer, who had seemingly appeared from nowhere in particur, was tall, pencil thin, adorned in long cloths. He held a e in one hand, and carried a rapier at his side. The cro his hat leaned backwards, so it did not appear as though she were bowing, even as the fellow tipped his hat, the veil obsg his face.

  ‘Crowseer?’ Adam thought, relief and terror filling through his body.

  “My friend, what are you doing so far south?” Crowseer asked, his i smile beaming through the veil. “You should be keeping watch at the Northern-,”

  “Why have you e?” Third Guardian Star asked.

  Crowseer tio smile, tipping his hat once more, Maurice pulling back to not appear as though she were bowing. He opened his lips to speak in a nguage long dead, and thankfully for him, no one here could uand.

  “He is…” Crowseer tightened his grip upon his e, pg a hand in front of his eyes, which peeked through the cracks in his fingers. “My prey.”

  Suddenly the pressure lifted off the half elf, his lungs screaming as the breath rushed in so much easier, his heart thundering even up to his ears. ‘God damn!’

  The figure remained silent for a long while. Crowseer, the weakest of all Thirteen Stars, was daring to fight against him, the third stro? The fsh of heat rushed through his body for only an instant, though the rage cooled away, disappearing from existence like those fotten to time. “Very well.”

  “I’m gd we could e to an agree-,” Crowseer began, only to be cut off as the figure poiowards the sky.

  Crowseer smmed his e onto the ground as magic pulsed through the air, rippling out towards Adam and the others in the blink of an eye. Yet, even in the blink of an eye, light could travel around the world.

  Dexterity SaveD20 + 1 = 10 (9)

  Health: 112 -> 68

  Tiny, almost needle thin, beams of light fell down from the heavens like the rain of retribution. They fell through the air, even smming through Adam’s heavy armour with their sheer force. Though the pain filled through his shoulders, it was the sounds from behind which drew Adam’s attention.

  Adam was nearly a Master. Jurot, Lucy, Mara, they too were nearly Masters. Mork and Tork were Experts at least, and so were the other Iyrmen, some reag as high as Grandmaster. They were tough, extremely tough, and even if they weren’t able to defend themselves against the beams of light, they could take a blow, or two, perhaps even three.

  A symphony of thuds echoed through the area. The Chief’s body fell onto the earth, joined by many other vilgers, none of whom could have survived the rain of light. A silence fell upon the nd. It was broken by vilgers dropping to their khe retg, and then the screaming. The screams of the vilgers who lost their families, of brothers who lost their sisters, of mothers who lost their children.

  Health: 68 -> 67

  Mana: 25 -> 22Spell: Fireball8D6 = 31 (31)31 damage!

  Onward Soar: 1 -> 0

  Mana: 22 -> 19Spell: Fireball8D6 = 29 (29)29 damage!

  “You goddamn son of a bitch!” Adam shouted, feeling the burning within his eyes, the half elf clutg his die so hard, it cut into his hand. The heat flooded through his body as he pushed through more of his magic through his veins, summoning forth his greatest teique. “I’ll fug kill you!”

  A bead of red fell from the heavens, before exploding into fire, engulfing the Third Guardian Star, followed closely by another. Adam grit his teeth, his jaw crag, barely able to see through the tears in his eyes as the shadow emerged through the fmes, before the fmes dissipated.

  The st time Adam had e across a figure like this, his Fireballs had been worthless. So why was it that, even though Adam had dealt that much damage, enough damage to make him think twice, the figure stood tall and proud, still pure white, with not even a speck of bck char?

  Those eyes stared at him.

  Eyes as expansive as the night sky, with the starry pupils.

  Yet, all the half elf could see reflected within those eyes was disi.

  Just like his.

  Sorry about not posting up yesterday. I retty sid spent most of my time in bed. Feelier today, but still not 100%.