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Post by Raven on Jul 3, 2019 17:58:21 GMT -5
Raine Valmourn
Demon - Belaith
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The time of the Wakening was coming soon. It was a fortold event that could go one of two ways. A great horror was to emerge - the timing just right. Either all of humanity would crumble it its strength, or...maybe it would come together and fight as one singular unit. The odds of the latter was less likely. Orlais had been in a string of wars, one after another, just when peace may come - another disturbs the world in its quest for ultimate glory. Or the like.
Not many knew or even believed in this ancient old Prophecy. The Second Hand to the Devil Himself - Belaith's sentence would be over. Over the Thousands and Thousands of years of being in a cell of terror - he was drawing the natural life from Mother Earth herself. Slowly over the years - magical forests had lost their power, the sea's greatest creatures died, the most ancient of magical beasts died away. No one thought anything of it. The culling of life - they say. No... Belaith's draw upon the earth, as he rest in its core. Cultivating his power to unleash his rage.
The most ancient of Seers felt this seeping long ago. They calculated the exact day that he would have conjured enough to break his bindings. The Wakening was to come. The end.
Many threw this ancient and unproven prophecy away. The Seer himself was forgotten. Not many even knew. But yet a few... A woman stood with the ancient scroll in hand. She had told only a few people - of whom she could trust. One of them was an old Fairy, Captain of Flotsom itself. She had struck a deal with the woman. Aid her and maybe then the poor Pirate would finally rest. All of the lives she would save if she could help stop Belaith...
Others were the great mages of the 6 Towers. Though only two would offer their aid. The others dismissed her as a crazed mage, lost in the ancient tombs and scrolls of the old telling...
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"Archmage Raine" The King of Kresa bowed before her.
"King Herald... no need to bow to my, great sir" she bowed her head to him and smiled. She wore long robes of blue and greys, a cinch belt that was wide, decorated with golden swirls of thread. About her shoulders was a long cloak of matching colors... Everything about her screamed mage, and that of high caliber too.
"What can I say" The King smiled, he was adorned in a glorious Golden and Silver Robes, a shining crown atop his grey speckled hair. A perfectly trimmed beard and the like. "I will never forget what you did for me, and my Kingdom. My sweet daughter's Kidnapping was no laughing matter, and you tended to it alone" he bowed once more. "I am eternally in your debt" he held his hand outward then and led her into the great halls of the castle.
"It is a convenient time for you to stop by, a very glorious mage is also upon us. I am sure you have heard much about her. Remiel Though, nothing is convenient, you both have arrived for something. Hm? Is it the same, I wonder" he chuckled then. "So then, do tell why you have stopped by. It wasn't for our famous chocolate, hm?" he laughed.
"Ah... My King" she chuckled. "I am very much aware of Remiel, yet we have never met. Her stories shadow my existence, It would be an honor, truly." she cleared her throat then and nodded. "There is this... ancient old Prophecy in the Mage Histories. One that fortells a terrible misfortune, one that originates here. Though... many question its truth, I am here to see if it is, or not. I just need to survey the mines and take a few readings... And all we can do is hope that is far from real" she smiled then.
The King grew silent for a moment and then he nodded. "So not for Pleasure, aye? All business" he nodded. "I have learned to stop questioning the Mages, they are odd in their ways. If this is all you require, then of course you have my blessing. Though... can you tell me more? A threat is among us?" he questioned as they opened the great doors to a long dining table. It was decorated with piles of food, waiting for their feast.
"Ah, perhaps in a moment. May I take the honor of introducing the Fine Archmage Rainedelle Valmourn to the ever so Glorious Remiel Ambrosia" the King held both hands out.
"We can discuss over sup, hm?" he questioned.
Raine bowed her head to Remiel. Her eyes looked up to her - a sight to behold, nothing like the songs and plays depicted her. "It is a pleasure" Raine smiled then, her cheeks slightly flush as a part of her was nearly lost as she had nothing but admiration. Remiel herself, one of the great idols of her time, of whom she aspired to be....
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 3, 2019 18:54:49 GMT -5
Angels and Demons. If there was a war that would never end, it was the war between these two beings. Demons, the fallen angels, those that turned their backs upon the heavens. It was a war that would never end. The angels pushed to preserve the holy heavens and the spirits that belonged to the heavens and the demons challenged against them pulling as many spirits to the deepest pits as they could. Angels fell. Spirits of Orlais fell. Though one battle of long ago would be the one to remember. The time that Belaith was locked away by an angel. Long lost in the scrolls that were burnt or discarded was the tale of this angel. Remiel. An ancient angel that fought for all that was holy, that fought to preserve the good of the world and to bring each demon to its knees. Remiel was a force to be reckoned with. The day Belaith was locked away was a day that most angels would never forget. Remiel stood upon the battle field in her shining silver armor that was adjourned in beautiful golden inlays. She held her sword in one hand, the sun was high in the sky. The city of what would come to be known as Kresa stood behind her, the buildings in shambles from the attack of the demons. Many demon bodies lay upon the ground, as well as that of angels. Remiel pulled a second sword from her hip though this sword did not hold a metal blade, the blade was carved completely from magic. Red lightning like waves thrust from the hilt as her eyes began to glow a bright fiery red, her halo glowed the same hue above her head. “Belaith it ends here.” She spoke as she stared to the demon. Belaith stood towering above the small angel. Black horns curled back from his forehead, his eyes glowed orange like the lava of hell. “I’ll see to it that I deliver your head to his holiness before I destroy the heavens.” The demon cackled. “You can’t end me, Remiel.” The battle ensued then. Remiel’s swords clattered against the demon’s own blade. The sound echoed over the land like cracks of thunder as they fought. Remiel and Belaith danced upon the soil creating ruts in the grass as they were knocked back. Remiel sliced through the horns upon the demon’s head which caused a blood curdling scream to come from the monster as he fell to his knees. Remiel moved forward then, to make the final sweep and to lob off the demon’s head. Though rage fueled Belaith in this moment. He charged forward and slammed the angel to the ground on her stomach. Remiel cried out in pain as her ribcage compressed and several ribs were fractured from the impact. Belaith placed his heel in the angel’s back between her beautiful white wings. “Now you will feel the pain that all of us have felt.” Belaith snarled as he grasped onto a wing and ripped it from her back. Remiel screamed in agony as he pulled at her other wing pulling it from her back harshly. Blood poured from the wounds as the demon cackled. He stepped back from her. “Go on, fly back to heaven now, Remiel.” He sneered. Remiel staggered to her feet, tears rolled down her cheeks. She began speaking in the angelic tongue as she advanced toward the demon. “No.” Belaith backed up. “Don’t you dare.” He snarled as he swung forward. Remiel took her hand and caught his fist as she continued speaking the ancient incantation. Slowly light began to consume his body at first cracks of light came through the demons flesh and then in a flash the demon screamed and was gone. Remiel fell to her knees as her fellow angels rushed forward. That was the last day that Remiel had her wings. She’d banished the demon and with his banishment her wings that he’d ripped from her back too disappeared. Remiel was carried back to the heavens and plans were placed. An exact date wasn’t known, but Belaith would return that was for certain. Remiel was placed upon Orlais to blend in with the humans and await the demon’s return. Her magic was incredible. She still had all of her angelic magics and became known as one of the first battle mages. She was the only mage around that could push her magic into her weapons without a spell. Many flocked from all around just for the chance of meeting her… ** Remiel had located the site that she’d locked Belaith away. The humans built their city around it, calling it the holy city. If only they understood what had been given in order to lock the demon away. She knew the clock was ticking on the day that he would return. She’d heard the rumors from the oracles and seers over the years. It humored her to see the humans mark the words of the seers as insanity. Though she wasn’t here to influence the humans. No, she lay in wait for Belaith to return so that their battle could ensue once again and she could gain her wings back. That was the hope at least. Remiel looked up from the table. She wore a beautiful set of armor, though it wasn’t as decorated as her angelic armor. She had long blonde hair that held a few braids within it to keep it from her eyes, most of the time she wore her helmet, but not at the dinner table. Her eyes were a striking sky blue, most that spoke of her stated that she had the eyes of an angel. If only they knew the truth. Remiel stood as the king entered with Raine. She stepped over and offered a smile as she watched the pink flush over the mages cheeks. “The pleasure is mine.” She spoke, “Such a well renowned mage, I am graced to be in your presence.” She bowed, a smile still curved up her lips. “You may call me Remi, that’s what most call me. With the exception of the king, he prefers to call me Remiel.” She chuckled as she looked to the king. King Herald grinned to her and chuckled as he glanced to the rest of the room. “Well, shall we eat?” He asked as he motioned for them to sit. His eyes then fell upon Remiel, “You’ve been gone for quite sometime, anything interesting in your travels Remiel?” He asked. “Unfortunately I didn’t find the exact piece I was looking for.” Remiel responded, “Perhaps next time.” She gave a warm smile before her eyes drifted to Raine. “What brings you to Kresa?” She asked curiously. She had heard stories of Raine. The stories that she was most interested in was that of a demon that would terrorize Orlais. Remiel knew exactly what demon that was, but she wondered if that was why this mage had come to Kresa. |
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Post by Raven on Jul 3, 2019 19:58:28 GMT -5
Raine pulled her cloak from her shoulders, a clasp at her neck, and rest it over the chair. She then sat down and scoot her chair inward. "Ah well, then it is a mutual feeling" she reached forward then and held her glass of wine upward and smiled.
"To my Guests, of course." he cheered and then took a sip. "This is 99 year old Arfenstod wine, quite the collectable" he smiled and then glanced to Raine after Remiel questioned her. "Ah, do go on" he nodded.
Raine took a sip and pressed her lips together, savoring the flavor of the wine. "Ah yes" she nodded. "Well..." she leaned back and took a breath. "A few years ago I came across an ancient scroll from the Seer Ordinus. It detailed the most fierce of battles, that happened...right here" she placed her hand on the table. The King leaned forward then, intrigued by her. "Thousands of years ago - Demons brought forth their war to Earth... and of course the Angels came to repel them" she took a sip once more and let out a satisfied sigh.
"That is why they say this land is Holy. The battle was great, and the Angels persevered" the King spoke. "I too have read the ancient tomes, I must be aware of the historic rights that are etched into the soils of my land" he leaned back. "And this war has something to do with your visit now? Though I have read the tomes, there has been speculation if that is true, nearly it is considered more of a belief than a fact..."
Raine chuckled then to his response and shook her head. Her hue glanced to Remiel, and then she continued. "I am here to prove that wrong" she spoke and set the wine down. "The Seers spoke that the Great Demon Belial was not actually killed, he was far too powerful to be truly killed. Rather, he was put in a prison in the core of this very earth" to her words the King's expression grew wide.
"You don't say, hm?" he brought a hand to his chin, stroking his peppered beard.
"Everyday since that moment - the demon has been draining this earth. The Seers calculated the time of which he would gain enough power to break free..." she then held up a crystal. It was a blue crystal that glowed gently. "This bad boy can sense the natural streams of Magic. It can tell us where natural rifts are, where we can draw power from, and so on. It will also tell me if this statement is true. Deep in the mines here - it is said he will emerge. If I can sense his power seeping from the cracks of the earth, perhaps then we shall know for sure. For the days are counting down..." she slipped the crystal away.
"Many dismiss this belief, but who would I be to not investigate... Who would it harm?" she questioned. "All aside, if the threat is real..." she sucked in a breath. "There are people... on this earth that have argued, and some that believe. There is .... so much we don't know" she paused.
"Such as the revival of the Dragons, that occurred just weeks ago. An introduction of a nearly brand new Magic - that of the Nether... which has never been accessible before, until now..." she leaned back and took in a breath. "If Belial's draining of Magic is legitimate, I calculate the addition of Nether Magic - he will emerge within two weeks, rather than two months..." she crossed her arms then. "But I have rallied all that I can...All I have to do is send word and they will beckon to my call. Though, even still I am not sure that it will be enough..." her voice got serious then.
"What do you make of it Remiel? Are you a believer?" her golden hues looked to the woman, who had been listening intently.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 5, 2019 15:37:58 GMT -5
Remiel watched Raine with a smirk as she raised the glass of wine. “It would seem so.” She spoke as she raised her own glass and clinked it with a few others that sat at the table. She looked to the king as he spoke. 99 years ago. Remiel remembered the time as if it were yesterday. She took in the scent of the wine and closed her eyes a moment before she took a sip. It had a full flavor that washed over her tongue, one that felt as though fireworks were exploding around her. A smile split her lips. “This is much better than I remember it.” She muttered to herself, though she spoke so quietly the king didn’t hear her or take notice as he egged Raine on to why she was in Kresa.
The angel tilted her head slightly as she listened to the mage speak of the ancient scroll. Seer Ordinus. Remiel knew the Seer and in fact she’d help him recount the story and she’d been at his side as he wrote it upon the very scroll that Raine was speaking of. Remiel’s name was scribed upon that scroll. The battle between her and Belail. It was a day she’d never forget, a day that left deep scars upon her back to this day. Her lips turned down into a slight frown as she gazed off behind Raine, her mind drifting off to that day. Though as the king began to speak Remiel brought her attention back to the two. The king, as Remiel knew, thought of the story as more of folklore. Much like the lockness monster or a boogeyman in the dark shadows at night. Her eyes locked on Raine as she’d looked to her, a smile creept over her expression as the mage stated that she was here to prove it to be a true story.
As she spoke of Belial and how he was imprisoned Remiel remembered the words as they passed over her lips. She remembered the fear in the demon’s eyes as he realized what she was doing. He could not be defeated by her on that day, but she had the strength to lock him away. To come up with another plan and when he returned she would put an end to the demon’s reign. At least, that was the hope at the time. She was to gain followers. In her younger days she was laughed at, much as she figured this mage was laughed at. A crazed believer in angels and demons that called for the end of the world. That was when she’d turned to the seer to spread the word. But that had fallen through as well and without her wings she couldn’t make contact with her fellow angels. Remiel was alone, nothing more than an immortal soul that was plagued with wandering Orlais until Belial showed his face once again.
Remiel showed even more interest when the mage pulled the strange crystal from her cloaks. She’d never heard of such an artifact. As the mage spoke of the rifts the angel stared to the crystal. That is what set Remiel apart from the human mages, her magic came from the heavens, she didn’t need rifts to power herself, only the light. If darkness consumed the land she would eventually wither like a rose in the desert. That is what she had to prevent Belial from doing. If he darkened the world with his demonic magic it would suck every bit of light magic away and she would be left defenseless and without a following. As the mage spoke of the mines and then of dragons Remiel found herself almost entranced by the story. This was the most passionate mage she’d met. A mage that truly believed in the ancient texts. Remiel had once been like that, she’d once pushed so hard to make the humans believe, she’d lost her passion over the years though. It sparked a flame within her soul to see a mage so trusting in the scrolls that she’d helped create. Finally...someone could see the truth.
Remiel’s brows rose slightly when Raine spoke of Nether Magic and how it would speed up the process of Belial’s resurfacing. This was something she had not thought of, but something had drawn her back to the city. Her angelic magic worked in strange ways. Over the years she was drawn to cities that a demonic rift was about to open in. She was there to smite the demons and send them back into the pits of which they belonged. It was something that had helped grow her name as a mage, besides her use of magic in her weapons. To this day mages still approached her and asked for guidance, yet...she couldn’t truly offer much more than what she’d read in the Books of Magi over the years. Her magic was different, but the humans didn’t quite realize that. Nor could she tell them. It was an agreement that she’d made with the council before she was brought back to the crusts of Orlais. She would never speak that she was an angel. When she was to finally defeat Belial her wings would be returned and she would be allowed back into the heavens.
What do you make of it Remiel? Are you a believer?
The angel gave a soft smile as she was questioned by the mage. “I believe in a lot of things. When I was younger I was a passionate as you are about the ancient texts.” She began before she took a sip of her wine. “I’ve heard of such scrolls and I’ve searched for them as well. It is incredible that you’ve found one, I heard most were burned or lost. Most mages laugh at the concept and push it aside without another thought.” She watched Raine with her bright blue eyes. “I would like to know more about this crystal you’re carrying, I’ve never heard of such a device. Did you create it?” She asked as she leaned forward, clearly interested. “I would also like to accompany you, if you don’t mind. The mines can be a bit of a maze, it isn’t safe to go alone.” She glanced to the king. “I wouldn’t be a bad idea to investigate this. If her calculations are correct, if this demon is to resurface we need a plan to protect the city.” The angel thought for a long moment as she sipped from her glass again. “I can only hope that you have allies that also believe in your words, Raine.” She looked to her then, almost curiously. She didn’t expect the mage to answer that she had any following. No one wanted to believe in the demon or the dangers that he would threaten when he resurfaced. That was the most difficult part, something that the humans can not see, it was nearly impossible to get them to understand the grave situation that they had been placed in. Thus, Remiel had given up in a way. She’d focused on defeating demons and ridding the world of them, at least she could do something good and worthwhile...
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Post by Raven on Jul 5, 2019 19:48:31 GMT -5
Raine smiled brightly at the mage before her. She lifted the crystal and handed it over to Remiel. "You know..." she spoke as the woman observed the faintly glowing gem. Though the colors shifted slightly from blue to a bright white. Blue was the color of Arcane, the magic that weaved between everything that is. Purple is Nether. White though.... Raine reached forward the moment it turned white and she grasped the gem. Though there wasn't a sense of urgency in it, it was relaxed. She pocketed the gem and switched her sentence, which she had just began. "It is attuned to me, it sort of lives off of my energy source" though this was a blatant lie. "It is a rare gem that exists only in the depths of a Volcano - that also has to be in the middle of a natural rift. So, basically only a few exist. On top of that" she smiled then. "They cannot be touched by any mage - for the first mage it meets it becomes Attuned. Too far from my source and it can crack and break" she chuckled then. "Touchy thing it is"
She shifted back, almost uncomfortably. Though she adjusted her self and loaded her plate with a salad. "So" she lifted a jar of oil and drizzled it over the salad. "I would love for you to accompany me in the mines, it would be truly an honor" she stabbed a piece of fresh lettuce and took a bite. "You know, I always greatly admired you in my youth. So this is more a treat for me than anything. My greatest hope is this is all nonsense...but" she leaned back then. "When read many scrolls, articles and even journals and the topic occurs frequently... When an entire kingdom is built and its foundation is of the holy remnant, when everything adds up... the last piece to the puzzle is this crystal. I have spent my life trying to unravel it..." she lowered her head slightly.
"I would be a liar to say that my every action has pointed to this." She glanced to the King, who leaned in. He was oblivious to the moments prior, just listened to the women speak. He seemed interested, that his curiosity was peaked - for the art of Mages and scholarly was something he wished he had. "But - when I heard your daughter was in Danger, my King, I came running."
The King chuckled then and nodded. "I cannot blame you for taking the opportunity, it seems to have helped you in this endeavor... So, as a King and a Politician by nature - you made the best move." he chuckled "I'd maybe even ask you to my council, if I knew you'd even consider it" he shook his head then. "But I've come to know you over the years..." he made his own salad then. "You will never be bound. You are a seeker of knowledge, and the unseen. You will always travel and search for it. I always have admired you for that. I... a King ... am bound to this castle, I must ask for my aid, and rarely can just grasp the world by the reigns" he took a bite then and chewed it, once he finished his bite he continued. "Well, you have my support, no matter the outcome of this scenario - tell me, who have you contacted as back up?"
Raine smiled then and took another bite. "I have a good friend - a Pixie, Ren the Captain of Flotsam, I am sure you have heard of her. And she - is good friends with the Dragon Queen Luna, who... also commands an entire fleet of Undead Dragon Riders..." she smirked then, she was rather proud of this. "I am sure if the threat seems good enough.. Ren is confident she can convince the Pixie's to emerge from Hiding and aid us, as the Demon's will surely threaten the Nether as well..." she took in a breath then. "Other than that - I have two Towers of Mages that will aid us, that's roughly 120 Mages that will fight...."
The King smiled then and nodded "Not a bad haul... If it comes to it - King Tekkamar, the of the Gnomish Tinkers will come to my call. The Ironstone Dwarves owe me much..." he glanced to Remiel and smiled. "Then of course we have the aid of the most legendary mage... Do you know of any you could reach out to?" he questioned.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 5, 2019 21:49:14 GMT -5
Remiel reached to the crystal with a grin upon her lips. She listened as Raine began to speak but she stopped mid sentence as the crystal took on a white glow. Before she knew it Raine had taken the crystal back, the angel looked to her with a curious expression as she continued her conversation. Remiel caught a strange look in the mage’s eyes as she changed the words to her sentence that she had just begun. Remiel smiled as she spoke of the crystal and of where it came from. It was incredible that this mage even possessed such an item, it seemed extremely dangerous for her to obtain such a thing. Remiel could feel the uncomfortable tension between them as she too began to load her own plate. She created a salad as well picking strawberries and orange segments. Remiel was completely relaxed as she listened to the conversation.
The angel chuckled as Raine spoke that she’d idolized her. “Me?” She asked with a raised brow. “But it sounds as if you have done such incredible things on your own.” Her smile was genuine as she watched her. “From what I have read as well the stories seemed to all point in the same direction, unfortunately.” She frowned slightly before she ate a few bites of her salad as Raine continued. “The Flotsam captain?” Remiel questioned with raised brows. “I’ve heard of her. An incredibly strong pixie.” She nodded, she’d never met Ren, but she had helped several of the souls cross over from when Ren lost control. Luckily she was capable of that, the angels that showed for the destruction were busy fending off demons from scooping up the poor souls.
When the king turned his attention to Remiel she took in a breath and gave an uncomfortable smile. “Well, let me think.” She lifted her wine to her lips. The angels. Sure, she knew that Gabriel and Castiel would be there to aid her, among others. They had vowed to help her the moment that the demon rose again. She seemed to think hard a moment. “Mordana.” Remiel spoke her eyes looked to the king. “She would be quite the help, as well as the Queen of Alexandria, Alexia she is good friends with Mordana.”
“The queen of Alexandria...” The king spoke and nodded, “She stopped the rift in Alexandria didn’t she?”
“Not exactly, Mordana can be thanked for that one. She gave her soul to the gods in order to serve them.” Remiel spoke with a knowing smile. “It worked out quite well for Alexia in the end...” She paused and smiled. With Raine’s help this might just come together. Mordana knew she was an Angel and so did Alexia. After the whole ordeal. In fact Remiel had been there to help guide Mordana back and to help her find her new powers as a vessel of the gods.
“Ah, interesting.” The king spoke, though it seemed he was interested in his food at that point.
Remiel fell quiet as she ate her food. “If the demon is to return as soon as you have calculated.” She glanced to Raine, “We shouldn’t waste a night.” She watched her for a long moment. “We should go to the mines after our feast, hm?”
“Of course, the men finish up in about 10 minutes, the mines will be yours to explore. Though don’t take it personally if I hope that you come back empty handed.” The king chuckled as she drank his wine.
“Not at all. If we come back empty handed I may have to find you another bottle of this wine.” She lifted her glass and finished it. Remiel stood then. “Ready?” She questioned as she grasped her helmet that hung on the back of the chair. She walked out of the great hall and followed the hallways through the castle. “I’ve heard stories of demons in the mines.” She spoke as she glanced to Raine. “Or at least voices. Some of the miners have returned to the surface rather confused.” She took in a breath. “Or violent.” She walked into the streets of the city. “I’ve been here since I was young, the king has been good to me.” She walked over the cobblestone as her armored heels clanked against it. Some of the townspeople smiled as they saw Remiel. She would bow her head slightly to them as she hugged her helmet to her side. “I need to grab a few things from my home, do you mind?” She asked as she led her down a few streets. Remiel pulled a set of keys from her pouch on her hip as she came to a small home that was in the midst of everything. It looked old, as if it had been there for a century at least. Remiel unlocked the door and nodded to Raine as she stepped inside. “Some food just in case.” She nodded as she packed a small leather bag with a few pouches of herbs and a bit of jerky to keep them energized, she placed a leather pouch that was filled with fresh water into the pack as well. Remiel then grasped a sword that was sheathed, the hilt of the blade was old and weathered. It held old texts upon it. This was her sword that she’d used to slice through Belial’s horns. “Good luck charm.” She smiled as she hooked the sword to her hip. Another sword hung on her right side. This was something that Remiel was known for. Not many mages, or knights for that matter wielded two swords.
Remiel was quiet as she walked from her home and into the streets of the city again. A few miners could be seen walking down the streets, their faces held soot from the mines, their shirts were soiled from the coal that they had mined up. The angel stopped as she approached the gates of the mine, a knight stood before them. “Remi?” He asked with a curious expression.
“Sir David.” She bowed her head to him as she placed her helmet upon her head. “King Herald has given myself and Raine permission to enter the mines. My friend here has a few questions she needs answered.”
The knight looked to Raine and grinned. “Raine? As in...” His jaw loosened slightly. “You’re an incredible mage.” He bowed his head. “Thank you for saving the princess.” He smiled and unlocked the gates. “By all means. Be careful down there, we had a cave in a few days ago.”
Remiel nodded and gave a gentle smile. “Thank you David.” She slipped passed him and she continued down the tunnels, cool air pushed against her face as they descended into the crusts. “You lead the way, you have the key.” She smiled as she looked to Raine.
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