"He'll be fine Ravin, I think Lissette will act normally after she wakes up" she said as she turned to Marcus' sword. She stretched her hand and grabed it by the handle, it felt so warm. Jessica then came back to Marcus and said "Should I keep it while Lissette is taking a rest? or want me to place it on your scabbard?".

Adric exited hhe rubble applauding his companions. "Great work my friends! Wonderful job!" Turning to Desomond "That javelin was stupendous! And the way you tore that ghoul's arm from her socket!" Adric leaned back as though he had been hit with the beautiful scent of a bouquet of roses "Masterful work! I couldn't have done it better myself!" Adric looked out to the group smiling his disarming, smile. He was met with stares. Stares that all said one thing. "Adric, you slimy bastard, where in the hell were you?" He cleared his throat. He would do the honorable thing. He would find a scapegoat.

"Say, where's Mr. Zhern?"

Perfect.

As the party began glancing around looking for their companion, Adric began counting profits. This was for the party, but surely a silver coin or two wouldn't be missed. But only one or two he told himself. He pocketed five. Adric then went to reach for a flask. He found himself torn in half. He was missing his pack. Adric's eyes went wild. His pack. His pack was gone. Missing. Stolen, most likely. Those vultures on the surface. Thieves with no regard for human decency. It was if the whole city was populated by Adrics. It was a vile thought. Adric tousled his hair and paced. Adric was distraught. He was missing two things now. The man who would make him his crossbow, and the pack in which he would store it. His life was suffering, he was sure of it. Calm down, wouldya pal? . No. Not him. In his head. Not now. Not ever, in fact, would this be acceptable. Adric knew the correct course of action. He flopped face first into the water. Drowning didn't seem that bad a way to go.

He pulled him out after a brief moment. Adric stared Otael in the small slit for his eye. "Mountain my friend, I hope your life is never as difficult as mine". Adric slumped to the floor and began counting his profits. He would buy clothes. New clothes for his party. Giving things made him feel good. Not as much as taking things, but still, it would be a start

"But-that-wha-!" Ravin felt completely overwhelmed by the thought of love and affection. "Feh!" He walked away a bit frustrated at his own lack of knowledge. He walked Away from Marcus and sat near the opening in the wall.

"Dashing swordsmen don't fall in love. We simply move to the next damsel"
Enough with this! You are not a dashing swordsman! I'd be surprised if anyone found you charming!
I'm afraid I'll have to agree with Kol. What matters is our quest to get into heaven!
MY quest. You tagged along, remember?
Only because you left me behind!

This inner conversation went on like this for quite a while. It did not help his mind make sense of anything. What they didn't know was that Ravin, despite outward appearance, was still devastated to learn that he was only a means to an end. The only way he found appropriate to cope was with something less serious. While the dream still enchanted him, it was just an escape from the bleak disparity of his own situation.

Worry not, friend Ravin, as I shall swash every buckle, thwart every plot, and save every damsel!
Montfort wasn't really in his head, Ravin knew. He made up the voice to say things to make him feel better. It didn't help.

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"He'll be fine Ravin, I think Lissette will act normally after she wakes up" she said as she turned to Marcus' sword. She stretched her hand and grabed it by the handle, it felt so warm. Jessica then came back to Marcus and said "Should I keep it while Lissette is taking a rest? or want me to place it on your scabbard?".

"You should leave it here with me. I don't think I'm going to need it, but it couldn't hurt to have it just in case."

"Got it" Jessica placed the sword on his scabbard and stared at Lissette "What happened Liss?.... no matter what it is, I'll help you overcome it" she smiled as she placed her hand on Liss' forehead and rubed it softly.

Otael looked at the con-man, who addressed him with a somewhat nonsensical ignorance. Otael wished not to have his head flooded with thoughts of his past, he simply knew that whatever Adric was complaining about would almost definitely not be on the same level as what Otael has lived his whole life with. He simply patted the man on the head. "Adric fine... life not too difficult," He had stated with a smile hidden behind his mask. He looked at the rabbit on his shoulder. It stared peacefully forward, once again having a clear, blissful conscience. Otael simply stared at it, forgetting about Adric's existence.

Desmond smiled at Adric's comment but it wasn't really him that did all the work. Ghan was the one that ripped the arm off and it Gabriel that struck the Enchantress with enough force to incapacitate. For all this, he found solace in the one thing he could only do. Tinker.

The stitcher brought out his blade, crude and somewhat still shiny despite the twigs and blood it had. He wondered if he should sharpen it and remove all the stains. He took out a cloth from his pouch, it was a bit dirty itself from stains of oil but it was dry. Desmond sat on the ground cross-legged and began to remove the debris from his sword. When that was done, he removed one of his gloves and laid it out in front of him, got the wire from the pocket and extended it to the length of the blade itself.

"Good." He said approvingly as the wire was long enough that it was the length of the blade a bit three times over. He got out his battery pack and small welder; the same things he used to have the take apart the bear trap and weld it onto Ghan's arm for a decent weapon but he wondered suddenly at whether this would be a sound idea. On paper it seemed nice but wouldn't the wire just hinder him? It would be better if the sword had a battery of its own but that would just turn it unnecessarily heavy.

The stitcher looked to Ghan who sat idly near Boris.

If there is one thing I do contribute, its that guy, Desmond realized. I don't bring anything to the table except for him. Ghan does the work and I stay back, not much for me to do but to enact maintenance on the guy. This I'll do.

Desmond looks to the claw. What can I do? The wire itself is long. He then snaps his fingers. He just needs a pulley, crossbow parts and be able to replicate the battery. If there is one thing, he'd contribute. It'd be Ghan, he decided.

Liss was out cold and as she entered her mind, she was no longer looking through the eyes of green Lissette as if she was still in the pit of the evil Liss.

"P̸̨̩͖̜̹͍͉e̖̟͍r̨̖̫̣̻͙f̡҉̧̤̣͓é̮̘̗̪͙͝c̲͉̻̯̻t͖̘̙̼̺͖͟.̶̶̩̠̼̣ͅ.̻̬͔͕͖̪͇̘͟͝.̶̘͈͕̝̘́̕ ͓̟̦S̭̞̀́͞h̨̧̲̫e̟̣̰̫͕̟̝͖ ́͏̬͚͎̦̱̜̼̭̙ś͞͏̥̪u̙̹̥b̵̦̱̩m̦̕͢ị̼͈̳̹̟̖͍̺ț̷̱͉́͝t͚e҉̮̼̤̙͢ͅd͍̱̥̺̥̀͢.̵̠̺̞͈̹̙͚̝̀.̤̳̮͙͝͞.́҉̱̗̞͇̠"


In her mind she sat down and felt a sting in her throat at the moment but disregarded it. Then muffled screams that couldn't exactly be made out. The red eyed Liss made a disgusted face sneering flicking her throat as if to tell her to stay down. Outside of her body an armored hand was placed upon her head. It did't seem like the angel from before. As the woman covered her forehead and released her hand. Liss' eyes had opened up as her small red iris' glanced up at the woman she jumped back out of the man's grip and held her head whining. Glaring up at the man on the floor a black aura seemed to be swirling around her as if it was a black mist.

Y̶̢͍̺̰͕̰͝ǫ̶̶̥̬̤u̦ ̀͏̗̹̣B͍̼͍̖̝̫ͅA̼̭͈̱̙S͇̜̭T̷̢͍À̸̟͙̥̹Ŕ̦̯͎͍͖̗͍̬͇̕͡D͙͚͕̬̠͎̗ͅ!̹̖̝̠̺̝ ͍T͟͏̘̹̩͚͖͉̞̞͜ͅḩ͉̥̺̮̜͢a̧̡̲̮̲̣͔̮̹̼̰͞t̶̶̻̮͇̲̩̰̣͕ ̼͙̦̠̰̟͔̳͝h̴͈̳̙͢ư̧͔̳̠̤̹͎͙r̷̨̻ͅţ̬̝̙̻͔̘͕̱͜!̟̲̫̗͙̫̖̞̠̀ ͏̫̰͚͇̫̪̠̦̪͝

Marcus stood up slowly as Liss moved away. "We both know it had to be done. I don't wish to hurt you, I only wish to help you. If you're awake, you run the risk of hurting your friends." Marcus stood next to Jessica, holding his shirt against his neck and red and gold blood still seeped through. He didn't wish to hurt her, but he wouldn't let this demonic power decide whether or not he lives or dies. He wanted to reason with her, even if he was too blind to see that there was nothing to reason with.

"Uhm..." Jessica didn't know how to respond, her voice sounded so different she steped closer to her "Liss are you feeling good?" she said with a rather worried voice, she just wanted her to be ok.

"Th-Themba...?" Boris gazed upon her unveiling, brighter than a thousand stars.

"It can't be..." he murmured. "Is it really you?"

His eyes watered up and wrapped his arms around her body. Boris then sobbed on her shoulder in joy, his hug tightened around her as he cried.

"Themba... I-... I thought you were gone... please, tell me what happened...? What has the werewolves done to our city?"

Still holding her head from where Marcus had decked her she huffed out more of the mist. The origin of this mist seemed to be coming from her mouth as it swirled and danced around her entire body. It wasn't anything her group thought it was. It was a gaseous poison and it smelled like a meadow full of daisies. Cracking her neck violently she heard the woman as her if she's alright, and she snickered.

I̦͠'̭͟m͡ ̜̥̟͍̙̞͢d̻̕o̜̖̬͔i̗̫̭ng͉͕͍ ̶̠̯̮̮͇͙͖f͇i̹̺n̗̳̬̥e ͈̰m͏y̥͍̰͓̘͠ͅ ̮͕̭̩͠d̳̙̼̥̻͚͔ẹ̴̜ar̮͔̫̪̲̗͝.

Hearing the other man say she was far from fine, she huffed and stood leaning back a little bit and her almost expressionless face became sour as the man grabbed onto his sword.

Ỵ͎̟o̺̖͚̺͚̱͇u̸̗̺ ̧̬̯͍̮̣̳͚w̛̮̘a̠̪̻̯͎͕̠n̷t̥̙͍͇̕ ̪̩̻̼to͖̹̹̳̞̕ ̗͙̘f̲̳͕̘͔̘i̡̞̗gh̨͉͕̺̼̳̪͉t̛̖̤͚̦̺̼ͅ?̣̹̜̩̼̩ ̷̺͇̟͇ͅO̬͍̯̝h͈̲̞̞̮̱ͅ,̷͎̰̹̦͇͎͓ ͓̮͕I̴̩̩̥̜̩͕'̵̻̖͈͖l͞l̛̦ ͕̯̫͉g̛i̳̰v̹̫͜e͏͖͉͈̤ ͈y̶͖ou҉̬̖ ͕͡a͙̗̖͢ ̵͎̗͕f̞͜i̛̙̠̯͎͈̥g̨̩͖̣̤͚h͈t͓̠̣̝͝ ̖̯͈͕͡k̭̣͘i̛̯̙d̨̤̪.͏̱ͅ

Her black hair drooped down into her face as she looked at the blind woman. Her eyes reminded her of the moon as she just looked at them a moment. "You've seen better days yourself. Haven't you?" Her voice seemed a bit duller, but it could have been a ruse to try and fool the blind woman.

"What's happening?" she asked to herself as she paid attention to Liss' voice, "This doesn't sound like Liss... not at all" Jessica started to get confused as if she was talking to Lissette or not, she didn't respond to her question but instead she insisted "Lissette.... you sound different, what's wrong?. You know you can't lie to me"

Ravin most certainly didn't want a fight. With one of his companions, no matter their aggression and strange personality. He took his hand from his sword. If that diffused the situation, it was worth it. He raised his hands non-threateningly and approached slowly, staying away from the mysterious mist. Using his otherworldly senses, he determined that it was poison of some sort. He approached further

"I think you'll find that you can't poison metal. Hell, I don't technically breathe, so how would it get in?. If you injected me, where would it go? To the blood I don't have? To the organs I don't need? No, I'm afraid that's not the case. So Tell us, Lissette, or whatever you are, what do you want? If it's a problem with other voices, I can be of help."