The Last Quintessence

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Isolating Chaos

Azrynn’s Thoughts-

This ocean has washed away the grime of battle, but it’s not over. That which cleanses has trapped me; holds me in its clutches while the burden of the days horrifying events threatens to drag me under. Just as I convince myself that it was all a nightmare, worse than any I have had before, a sanguine stream of morbid realization brings me back to reality. Noyes is dead, and the traitor is still among us. Rage, amplified by hopelessness, rears is ferocious head, pointed at the soulless back-stabber. A roar churns in my stomach with the embodiment of a scaled beast; a fire burns in my soul screaming one thing: Bloodlust.


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Not Just Any Girl


I’m attempting to recall when the girl, Yalda, drew close to the ancient construct. It appeared to be some sort of sarcophagus for a creature unknown to me, maybe even a deity. After shedding her garments, Yalda entered, forming possibly a bond with the temple itself. The stone liquefied, morphing down to her every curve. What was this ancient sorcery and how did this little girl play such a pivotal role in it? My wonderment was quickly overpowered by my boiling blood, forged from the sound of what was storming the temple stairwell…the very evil that I owe my existence to…

-Taken from the diary of Vasili Azarov, 10.12.12

Inward Visions

Azrynn’s Thoughts-

“I can feel it. A rage, a fire burning inside me. A familiar part of me that I’ve never been without, but I feel it yearning to surface. These claws- so gradually they have grown that I am unsure when they began. I thought it was over when the dreams stopped, but they have returned. The visions of a mystical fire with burning rage behind eyes of gold plague me. Those eyes, they burn deep to my core, or is that where they’re trapped, waiting to break free? What is this creature that has formed as a signet on my ring? I quiver with anticipation of what is to come. Is it fear? No, it’s a fever pitch of anticipation… and excitement.”


Caught in a Trap

Io’s Perspective

In the brothel’s secret room

…there was a sudden crackle of static, and this object that had once been complementing our battle with musical pleasantries cut sharply to a man’s accented voice. I recognized this voice… the mayor of Bourdeaux. Suddenly, the day’s events hit me like a rock to the chest, and every ache and pain came screaming back into my body- my still weak limbs throbbed with fresh bruises, and the young cut along my stomach reminded me of how far I had fallen in just a few short days. Even further than I could have imagined several weeks ago, when I had…

“…with the woman who assassinated my wife, and have been killing innocent civilians in the streets…”

What?! Panic raced through my mind. But we were trying to help those people.. it was that girl.. that thing

Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted, and feeling watched, I raised my head. Across the room, Vasili, the man with the sticks of fire, stood with his eyes locked on me, seeming to grow ever more suspicious in their stare. I looked away, slipping my still-handcuffed wrists behind my back, as if the evidence might somehow disappear and leave me innocent. As fear raced through my mind, I clamped my mouth shut and bit my lower lip, fearing for once that the words which came from my lips might actually be understandable.

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Introductions Will Have To Wait

From the diary of Vasili Azarov

Gathered in Bordeux by the mysterious man known as Noyes- Io (a savage female of primitive origins and no balance), Edrin, Yalda and I stood in complete awe and astonishment in front of what loomed overhead. Some awesome power unbeknownst to mortals had lifted the entirety of the White City clear from its foundations and into the heavens. As this gargantuan mass approached the city square of Bordeux a shimmer of rapid movement contrasted against the colossal rock face of the hovering monolith. An instant later it became apparent that a child was helplessly in free fall towards Bordeux. Before any further thought could be given to the situation, the poor soul lie broken and shattered at the town center. A midst the remains arose a tremendous, ravenous beast of five heads. I recalled from my experiments with Dr. Albrecht having introduced genetic material of hydras to human specimens….could this be the monstrous result? I was quickly pulled from my reflection as the beast ravaged the locals unfortunate enough to have been in the square. Noise and I fired retaliatory missile attacks only to see our projectiles harmlessly absorbed by the creature. The beast would surely not go down by the sword alone. Frantically gauging my surroundings I spotted a parked car belonging to the adjacent hotel. After ingesting an extract to hasten my step, I thankfully found the vehicle unlocked with the activator primed…some poor hotel employee must have left in a hurry. Without any time to spare I harvested my complete stock of improvised explosives and rigged them secure. Pausing for a moment to wonder if this audacious plan would end me, I gazed out the windshield to see Noise unleash a devastating blast of pure energy from some sort of otherworldly device about his wrist. The hydra violently thrashed as two of its heads burst into a mist of gore. Assuming Noise was acting out of desperation, I put the car to full throttle and aimed straight for the creature. In an instant the vehicle was hurtling towards it. Having left the door ajar, I sprung out of the car tumbling onto the street. Lit bomb in hand, I slung the catalyst as fast as I could towards the vehicle inches from colliding with the beast. Instantly, a blinding flash and explosion disoriented me and a radiating pulse of energy knocked everyone in the area to the ground. The hydra unleashed a pathetic last screech as it lay obliterated by my savage assault. Beaten and battered, an unmistakable sound of marching troops echoed around the corner. Noise wasting no time in rushing us to a nearby brothel, a hideout he must have assumed was safe. We descended an elevator only to stumble upon three soldiers of the white city. So this was an invasion? They held no regard for pleasantries and immediately drew swords. Nearly dispatching Edrin and Yalda, Noise mustered his strength and cleanly shot two of them through the cranium. The last quickly fell against the odds he faced. Before my thoughts could pool, a broadcast over the radio filled the room. It was presumably the mayor of Bordeux declaring war on Candessia and calling for a hunt for the assassin of his wife, demanding she be brought to justice for starting this war. With every further sentence he spoke, I found myself looking more questioningly at this savage Isleborn amongst our group. Could she be who he was so passionately speaking of? What sort of mad man would so fervently fear this….thing….


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