Wizards and Warriors RP

A red vein appeared on Beatrice's forehead. "Amnesia doesn't work like that!" She burst out. "And believe me, I KNOW!"
The other two fairies weren't soothing her temper with their babble, either. "In a language mortals can comprehend, if you please!"

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Kiha paused. "That's... Understandable. I cannot say I haven't experienced a similar issue, dragon blood and such..." She smiled upon receiving the bottles.
"Much obliged, blademaster." She said, taking the tankard in hand. She then held it out, intending for a toast.

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Kor breathed a sigh of relief as he darted through the doors with Sahrah. "Sorry about that..." He said sheepishly.

"Oooh... So much to do, so much to do...! Eggs, eggs eggs... Where... Not enough! Oh, how she expects me to do all this...!" Visibly tensing up, the half-demon turned.
"...Kin?" "AAAH!" The green-colored, gender-ambiguous kitsune jumped and whirled around. "O-oh! It's you! Don't scare me like that, please...!"

S/he breathed a sigh of relief before turning back to hir work, rushing about to find ingredients. "No time to talk, the pink pony wants a two-story tall cake for the party, and that's INCLUDING the usual affair! And we just don't have enough anything! Leftovers in the fridge! Grab them and go, please! You got fire magic, heat 'em up!"

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The pink horse in question immediately began giggling for a second, before collapsing into small fits of laughter.

Icy nodded his head and decided while she do that he would grab what his snowflake collection was really for. He picked up the two ones he collected and went inside to collect the box that held the others that still were intact. He sat them inside and picked the box up taking it with him into the forest, he looked back at Celsius. "I will be right back" he said smiling and heading deeper

Claira nodded a bit as she was scooped up, cuddling close to him.

Icy reaching a big pen area and sat the box down "This would be great for it, I know he will love it..."

Plague's mind was shifting; the void was now a dense and dark wood. He was surrounded with the trees and an extreme darkness and fog. White pinpoint eyes were moving about, occasionally rustling. He could begin to make their shapes out, but that is when they would disappear back into the dark. The forms were oddly familiar.

He heard the shout from Celsius and herd a crash looking back behind him. In the center of the area was a circle of the snowflakes collected with the shiniest one that Celsius gave him in the middle. He put his hands together smiling. "Rest in peace, brother, I will forever remember you..." He said with a smile as the sun shined on the shiniest one, a single tear leaving his cheek, he wiped it off and left, leaving the shrine for his little brother to see.

Lazarius left plague to his little nightmare, and decided he needed to find possible help in retrieving the phial. He began to look through plague's mind, but didn't manage to find anyone who didn't already meet him. He needed someone new.... someone strong... someone... He felt a sadness not too far away. Deciding he had enough energy for his little trip across the mental plane, he began his way to someone who had a special connection to ice.

The white pinpoints in Plague's goggles faded, and he began to mumble... it was essentially the sort of mumbling you have when you just wake up. Soon after, he seemed to be awake completely, but he thought for a moment. "he has gone quiet.... what is he planning." while at first it seemed to be more curious than scared,


Lazarius noted the second person, and decided to wait them out... it would be less draining for him to simply manifest. He did so, sitting on a grave, and occasionally casting his gaze towards the two. The sky darkened an extremely small amount, so small to the point of being barely noticeable. But he listened close, learning of the two.

Icy stopped as he heard a voice in his mind and he smiled "So you have returned I see...yes that was a shrine for my little brother...died only when he was 5 years of age..." He said smiling another tear rolled down his face. "I can still remember, my hands with blood and I never shed one single tear...years later I thought I was a horrible brother...I hid my face in shame knowing that the devil would stay inside me, feeling the guilt twist me up so much I pop from non-existence." His smile turned into a frown. "Being posse by the demon, I killed him with my own two hands...I killed him...I tried multiple ways of suicide, in which the demon would always stop me, to save his own life. Icy finally sat down and put his head on his knees. "He liked snow and snowflakes, so every winter I collect snowflakes enough to make him happy and sleep well." His knees were soaked.

Still groggy, Plague just sort of went limp, a soft bit of snoring.


Lazarius, on the other hand, was feasting on the area; not only were there spirits of hate and vengance providing more strength. He layed back, hiding behind a gravestone. He was getting just what he needed. He began to creep away, melting into the shadows slowly, so that he could listen in on everything for just a small bit longer.

Icy wiped his eyes shaking his head "No...there's nothing we can do...there's nothing I can do...the devil demands more sacrifices to save my younger brother and i'm not killing another soul from the damage I have already done to me, my family, or anything else." his head was still on his knees. "All I have left of his memories are these snowflakes, it's bothered me so much, that I hate the summertime waiting to start again, I will never get the chance to meet him again...he will just be a lost soul that I have caused damage to..."

Lazarius cackled, after rocoiling fully into the shadow in pain, of course. "DON'T WORRY, I just what I need.... Better hope I don't see you soon!" he attempted to try and have some clever goodbye-comeback, but you can see how that went. His trek back to Plague was slow through the mental plane. But he got an idea... he could weaponize. From that he simply remained quiet, because even though it is obvious what he would do, he would prefer to keep his methods to himself.

Beatrice stuck her tongue out at the "amnesiac" fairy. "I have actual amnesia. Sue me."
She then turned to the other two. "So, in a nutshell; Cursed, made potion to cure and/or get body back, demon tries to steal it. Is that correct?"

She was about to ask the now-awake Plague doctor for confirmation, only to find him going right back to sleep.

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Kiha smiled as well. "To new friends." She said. "Feared by enemy and ally alike, I'm sure." The dragonkin said, chuckling before taking a drink of the... Huh, that's funny; Either the drink's affected her ability to recall, or she still didn't know what it was called. Probably something ludicrous, like dragon's breath or some such nonsense.
Inwardly, she noted she'd never have been so... Open, had it not been for the alcohol making her so talkative. Not that she really cared at this point.

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The kitsune gave a small shriek as s/he was grabbed. With a small *POP!*, Sahrah was suddenly holding a small green fluffy ball of quivering fur.

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This portion of the post has been ommitted due to reduncancy. As adorable as ponies can be, I simply can't bring myself to-
"Hey! You big meanie-pants, what gives?!"
What the absolute fuck...?

"*GASP!* THINK OF THE FOALS!"
...What? No, seriously, what the actual f-?
"THINK OF THEM!"

...Wat.

Icy looked up to see Zarak and sat his face in his knees. "Another winter...another ritual to my little brother..." Icy replied looking up from his knees to the sky, breathing in the winter air. "It's just another fun winter huh...?" Icy said smiling