Mad Beast's War

[Arcanis and Myrrn]

Arcanis and Myrrn begun their Magical Onslaught, bringing cities, fields, farms, even the Sapite people of Edge to the ground, and then they buried them under it.

"Master Arcanis, why are we doing this?" Myrrn asked as she leveled what looked like a military barracks.
"It is simple, Edge is a strategic outpost against Durga and more importantly---against Lupus." Cyrus spoke, as he clapped his hands together and apparently split what looked like a Hospital, or some form of clinic in half, sending the two pieces falling into the ground.

It was a surprise attack, and a very effective one at that. Of course, the Sapite Kingdom would view this as a counter-attack to what had happened earlier in the week---but alas, it mattered not to the Blue Magi. He was fulfilling his orders, and that was it. People, as he believed, were no more valued than the buildings which they surrounded themselves with. Thile was once a beautiful city, and transitively---so were the people. Than the Magi Council was created, and things became darker. Needless to say, the progression of years formed Treybore Arcanis.

"Myrrn, I do believe we have company." Arcanis spoke, as he pointed his fingers and cast a Lightning spell that bounced from most of the armoured knights, dealing quite a strike and halting their advance for the moment.

"Remember Myrrn, focus on the collective, not an individual. If you're cornered, escape. You're more useful alive than dead." Arcanis spoke, as he climbed a mountain of rubble.



"Hah, Attoven Mark? They sent you to end this violence? Where's your bloodhound Sister---I'd hate to send one of you to the afterlife without the other.."

[Bryden]

The man turned his head as he was named. "That's my name, don't wear it out," he informed the other, smirk playing over his lips.

without even bothering to look up, he stabbed a foot solider attempting a few heroics. The man fell with a gushing noise of blood, and Attoven pulled his sword from his stomach lazily.
The fight was so simple... this attack on a smaller outpost was boring, really. Just too plain and regular. Attoven wanted some real excitement!

And here excitement was, adressing him by name.

"My dear sister is in the back, playing dolls with the armies," he said, not seeming to care a wit for the blatent revelation of possible military stratigic secerets. "And I doubt that either of us are going to be sent anywhere today."
His smile flashed into his eyes. Manic.
"And who may I say I have the pleasure of addressing?"

[Treybore Arcanis]

Treybore smirked.
"I'm just a man, a man who knew you once. Or at least knew of your name. You served under me a long time ago. It might have been your sister actually, I didn't take the time to differentiate the two of you." Treybore smiled as Myrrn was making short work of some of the mass troops.

"I am one of the Thilean High Magi. I am Thile's Greatest Blue Magician, your company served under me during the Mage Sapite Wars. I must say, the years haven't been as good on you as it has me." Treybore smiled, "Truly you haven't forgotten that It was I who saved your company years ago." Treybore was almost laughing.

"And to think, I'm here to reap you now? A fitting end" Laughed Treybore as his body was glowing blue.

"Trine." He smirked as lightning jumped from one Armor plated soldier to the next, shocking and using each one as a conduit for the next jump.

[Bryden]

"Haven't been good?" he laughed, "My dear Mage, I must say that I look just as young and fit as I am... which is plenty enough to whallop you far before you can get to any 'reaping'."

Seeing as he had no memory of this man or anything about him, it must have been his sister to whom he was aquanted. Actually, Attoven saw no reason why he should take any bait and fight this man at all. Aleesia's battles were not his own, and he had not helped her with her fights in years. Not since a particular incident that caused her great embarrassment at having had her brother rescue her. She had threatened her twin with dire consequences should he attempt to 'pull a stunt like that' ever again.

However, bloodshed was always highly entertaining...
But, then, so was pissing off the enemy-apparent.

"Cute trick with the lightshow there," he said mildly, seemingly unaffected by the unearthly blue glow, "but I'm afraid I can't hang around for the reaping. I have other things to attend to." Smiling charmingly, he began backing away, calm as anything. "I'd love to duel you some other time... but for now I simply cannot play. Ta'!"

With that, he turned and dashed off, faster then any Sapite had a right to be. He had left the magi in his dust in a matter of seconds.