And boom goes the dynamite.

Hyperactive Darshe powers activated! Ok first off this is not an 'official event' and there probably won't be any rewards.

Here's the setup- (Brace yourselves it's a bit elaborate but not too bad....I think.)

A battle rages in the skies and on the ground.
One side has dragons and mages. The other side Airships and alchemists.
This thread is open to everyone for it's duration.....you will have your current post count.

Our characters are not in command of these armies, they're just sorta......Clashing around us. Like an echo of ages past relieving the old wars of the ancients......or something like that(I'm pretty sure dragons weren't in the ancients war but they are now! MWAHAHAHA).

Our characters have been flung into the middle of this phenomenon, with no idea what in the hell is going on. Airships will be bombarding occassionally, from the distance, the Dragons will be primarily focused on attacking the Airships, beware of falling dragons/airship wrecks. No one seems to be in command of the battle, it's just raw chaos.We appear to be in a city, something that looks vaugely like Domus. The dragonriders appear to be the defending force in this particular conflict. The airships are shelling the city.

Out at sea an almost completely separate battle rages as the city's defense force tries to break through the enemy blockade. The elven ships appear to failing to break the blockade though.

Goal? SURVIVE! Band together? Kill everything in sight? Whatever. Just don't get killed. The initial bombardment will go on for the first 5 posts.The battle will eventually cease on it's own, or will abruptly come to an end if only one character is left standing.

You may try to make sense of the chaos but keep in mind that the deeper you probe into the events the more obvious it will become that you do not belong. You may choose either side regardless of your powers(Or form a third side!), however don't expect the army you side with to trust you if you clearly have the abilities of their enemy. Many of the dragonriders defending the city appear to be elven, and many of the agressors are humans.



(May add more information to this as the ideas occur to me...so if you have questions ask them. Questions give me ideas. o.o)

This just seems like an easy way to kill off people we don't like hehe okay i've got a question then *cough*

So =_= freaking forgot my question hold on......

So exactly how would you lead up to this with some kind of plot or just boom **********er its right there around us the ground shaking shit exploding over are heads and monkeys flying all over and by monkeys i mean dragons, airships and body parts....

yeah thats my question heh

I think that answers that. Think some kind of superior being interferring or even the old "Wtf I went to sleep in my own bed how the hell did I get here?".......... whatever. But the idea is.....Your character has no idea what's going on or how they got there.

Or why they're there. And they probably never will know really. They'll be too busy trying not to die.

((That's what pm's are for, DH dear.))

((Xanthe's developments aren't completely done yet, but I just magically realized that I don't actually need them in her profile to use them....... oops.))

((Also: This Song. She'll be playing it for most of the post.))

Music drifted through the chaos of the city streets, unlike anything that the standard citizen might have heard. The melody was something that one might have expected from a violin, curling like nothing more than a sort of haunting smoke as the bombardments came upon them, but the sound itself was nothing of the sort. More tinny, more hollow, Xanthe drew horsehair strings across the the wires of the instrument nestled between her shoulder and ear, keeping time with her steps as she strode further from the center of the city and closer to the warring outskirts. Her song was one one that matched the scene of the crime so far as she could see it, though the sight of her could only be as unusual as her presence in and of itself.

She didn't actually mind. Fighting against the tide of civilians fleeing for their safety, she focused on the music of her creation, entire upper body dipping and swaying with the urge of the melody. It didn't matter that she didn't know where she was. It didn't matter that chaos was all that surrounded her, not while the song drove on and carried her as deeply in to the thrall of peril as it could manage. She was her aunt's niece, after all, and there had only ever been one solution to the confusion and panic that surrounded her now. She didn't need anything else to tell her what to do, how to act. The music itself drove her as she found a clearing in civilians, drawing slowly to a stop and thumping her heel against the cobblestone as the pace of her song began to quicken. She bent, drawing the bow more violently against the strings before she let the instrument drop from her hands entirely. Evocation and metal alchemy continuing the song, she rushed forward, instrument trailing behind her as though guided by some sort of ghost even as she fell in to a sprint.

She kicked off the ground with her toes, landing squarely on the top of an errant barrel, and looked up, eyes catching on to a cannon ball flying directly for the building she was about to mount. She kicked off again, launching in to a backflip over the haunted violin and catching her ankles on to the railing of a second story balcony across the street as the building in front of her burst in to a shower of debris, cannonball devastating everything that waited in it's path. Without hesitation, she leveled a push against each of her shoulders and jolted herself upwards, knees locking around the wrought iron bar before she swung herself out and up.

As she caught the edge of the roof, another cannonball crashed to the road below her, and she threw herself on to the shingles, falling in to a kneel and looking upwards toward the airship with narrowed eyes.

"Who are you?" She wondered aloud as she crawled toward the furthest edge of the building, searching the airships for emblems as she watched the dragons duck and weave around them, launching their own momentous attacks. One dragon swung low, the gust from the flapping of his wings threatening to send her flying before the rider obliviously pulled him up, and he loosed a stream of flame that arched around and over Xanthe's head, crashing in to the closest of the airships. Her eyes followed the ship as it began to fall, and she leaned forward, hands gripping the edge of the roof as she looked over and toward the gathering of civilians that huddled where it would fall.

Darshe was walking down the street minding his own business, intending to pay a visit to one of Nazca's shows, he'd heard some 'exotic' women had come to town, but in a town like Nazca 'exotic' was a term relative to who you were speaking to. Most would've considered Freya to be 'exotic' they'd never find out how dangerous she was until it was too late though. So normally he ignored the rumors of whatever hot new woman was in town for a show or whatever, but this one had mentioned the star was a dragonkin. That was something you really didn't see often. He'd already bought the ticket and everything and was on his way there when he began to feel.....strange.

As though the world were suddenly less real than it should be. He was still walking but the people seemed to fade away. He was still walking but a crowded street was now empty. Then the city itself faded away, and for a moment it was black. Then the world exploded into color and sound as for a moment he thought he was on the same street, but ruined. Now with a hole in it and the buildings crumbling.

He stopped, staring in disbelief at the scene. The whole change had happened in only a few seconds. Someone must've been playing a trick on him. Some illusion or hallucination caused by magic or something. That was his first thought, that was after all the only thing that made sense. Mere moments ago he was walking along, minding his own business and now?

The screech of a dragon's death yell made him cover his ears as a dusk dragon sailed overhead with a gaping hole in it's chest, it fell into the city streets and it's body jerked, as even in it's death it was still trying to get up and fight more. It was finally still and the black smog that surrounded it faded to nothing, it's barbed tail thrashed no more. The people, elves mostly he quickly realized as he looked around were fleeing but with purpose, as if they had plan. He moved toward the dragons corpse trying to see what sort of weapon had killed it only to realize the wound was from some kind of projectile weapon. He noted it had a harness the rider was likely now nothing more than a crushed wreck of a body underneath the large beast. Yes, now he was in a battle.

His gaze shifted skyward and the chaos erupting above was unlike anything he had seen before. Darshe had been in big battles sure, even chaotic ones such as this but he had never been in one where Dragons were out in such numbers. And Airships? Airships were a creation he had only minor experience with. All in all this was going to be new all around. A rare thing for him these days. It was......exciting. The massive tree...or actually were those trees? They were so massive it was hard to tell if he was looking at one massive tree with huge branches or multiple trees. Either way it confirmed two things. One, he was pretty sure he was still on Redemption, as there was only one other world he'd been to with trees that size and no one there was likely to want him back. Second that he was definitely not in Nazca anymore.

That still didn't explain what in the hell was going on though. He heard what to the commoner might've sounded something like thunder, but was actually the sound of cannons firing in sucession. "Volley!" He reflexively yelled to warn anyone nearby. His battle instincts had him looking for cover, but there were few places that were safe, with Dragons and whatnot falling out of the sky any hidey hole you might duck into could be crushed or at least blocked off on the other hand standing in the streets was definitely a good way to get blown up by the incoming bombardment.

He decided to take his chances on the skies. His wings unfurled and he took off. Long range cannons were a evil thing. They did massive damage but the psychological effect was far worse. You could always hear the sound of their fire before the shells hit often hear them cruising through the air on their way to kill you. Judging by the gap between the sound of the fire and the fact he the shells hadn't hit yet they were firing from a very long ways off. As he rose into the air, evading dragons and trying his damndest not to engage anyone in a fight he also tried to scout the area.

But a dawn dragon clipped him, apparently by accident since it only clipped him, with it's talons and sent him spiraling wildly out of control, he thudded against a treebranch of the massive tree that seemed to comprise a great deal of the city and managed to grab hold of the bark before he fell again, a little dazed he took a moment to shake his head clear. He needed a plan.....right now 'keep your head down' seemed like a good one but he wasn't much of one to run and hide during a fight. Obviously this city needed help, and without knowing why it was under attack he saw no reason to fight against it.

As her song ended and another one began, Xanthe ducked under yet another low swinging dragon, looking up just in time to watch it's wings curl close against it, as it nose dived deeper in to the city. She followed it's path with her eyes, rising as she watched those wings flare. A figure burst in to the sky in the distance, closer to the mammoth of tree that cored the city just as the dragon peeled upwards. She watched, eyes narrowing as she focused on the figure in front of it, little more than slightly bigger than an ant from her perspective, but almost painfully recognizable. Between the glittering armor she could never have forgotten, and the silvery hair that reminded her too much of Adrianna's, there could only have been one person the flier could have been.

She cursed quietly, wincing as the dragon's hind claw clipped against the man's wing, sending him skittering back and in to the massive tree. Dumbass. With an aerial battle raging around him, what the hell had made him think risking the skies was a good idea? Maybe he'd been around Freya for too long. She couldn't exactly blame him. So much time defending a potentially suicidal vampire? With the kinds of things the woman got herself in to, it was a likely possibility that this was just another one, and if that was the case, they would have been targeted. The only defense against being a target, was to be unpredictable.

She pivoted, glancing toward the raging battle behind her, and then back toward her fallen acquaintance, cursing under her breath. If this had anything to do with them, banding together could only have caused more problems, and as far as any of the employers she'd ever had went, Darshia Callisto was supposed to be her enemy...

The problem came with the fact that he wasn't, and she couldn't just leave him high and dry.

She launched off of the roof, making the same mistake Darshe had made as she rocketed upwards, pushing in to a spiral with her wings wrapped tightly around her. A dragon swooped by her, barely missing her with a sweep of his barbed tail, but the assassin paid no mind. She reached upwards, metal gauntlets coming to life around her wrists and arms, beginning to weave like snakes around them and joining them before the extension flattened in to a blade. With one hefty flap of her wings, she pulled them back around her and rocketed yet higher.

The blade hit it's mark. Digging in to the metal underbelly of one of the incoming airships, the blade broke in to four parts and bent over to weld in to the ship and secure itself as she lifted her legs to balance her feet against the vehicle she was hijacking a ride on to. She didn't give it very much time, just enough to bring her back to the city's tree before she let go and dropped, stealing a slice of the metal as she moved. It curled around her, making her look like nothing more than a larger version of the cannonballs as she rocketed toward the ground.

She hit it with more momentum than she had fully suspected, jolting her body as the orb sent wood and stone debris in every direction, but when the metal unfolded the way a flower blooms, she was more than ready to stand and thrust her newly bare hands forward, launching a push at the actual cannonball that had closely followed in her wake.

Only a few yards from Darshe (Enough that her blasting radius didn't affect him, but that the incoming attack well might have), she faced away from him, second hand sweeping away from the first cannonball and toward a second as the first halted entirely in midair and dropped straight down. A net of evocation and metal alchemy wrapped around the second ball, and her heel slammed down hard on the ground below her, another push sending it flying back the way it had come.

The violin was still playing itself, not far to her right as the firelight danced off of the platinum of her hair and attire. Strapped bikini top, baggy white pants seeming to glow yellow with the explosions, she didn't hesitate until yet a third cannonball had been redirected at the very last moment of it's path, crashing only a yard or two in front of her.

That was when she glanced behind.

"Well -this- must seem a little backwards from your point of view." Closest to an introduction that he was getting. She didn't expect him to like her. She didn't even expect him to be grateful. She just expected him to be alive.

Oh hey, look at that!

"Your wing okay? I saw you go down." No time for bullshit reunions, either.

As he climbed on top of the branch he'd landed on Darshe had a front row seat to the battle and to Xanthe's little 'show'. He couldn't help but laugh at her greeting. "Oh this is too much." He shook his head. "One minute I'm in Nazca, then I'm here in the middle of what is clearly someone elses battle, then YOU show up and ask me if I'm ok?" He was tempted, oh so very tempted to blast her right then and there. Considering last time he'd seen Xanthe she'd tried to kill him and Freya, granted he now knew that was mostly Adrianna.......but Xanthe had to have been in there somewhere during all that.

Which made the question of how to deal with her now a big grey area. So he defaulted to his usual course of action, focus on the more immediate problem and deal with her later since for the moment she didn't seemed intent on starting a round two(Or was it three?)

"Nevermind me. Do you know what's going on here?Or have a plan?" Obviously he didn't consider bumping into Xanthe here a mere co-incidence, though it was just that. Though it wasn't exactly the best time for a conversation, running around with no idea what was going on and no plan was worse.

The Airships needed to be shot down obviously. Though he suspected eventually they would cease fire on their own so their troops could move in. But there was no garuntee these dragonriders wouldn't turn against them either. Xanthe being here made things unnecessarily complicated, anyone else he could've put good faith in, without too much worry. Her? Well As already mentioned she'd tried to kill him once. Who's to say she wouldn't randomly decided to shove him in front of a cannon or the path of dragon fire? Or whatever random way to die there was(And there were many) on the battlefield.

Xanthe resisted the urge to grin as, giving the sky a once over for more hostiles, she turned around and crossed her arms over her chest, crossing the paces between herself and the man that didn't trust her. It wasn't as though she could blame him for having problems with it. She would have some significant issue, herself, had their positions been switched. After all, the last time she had seen Darshia Callisto had only lasted for a moment at best, and he had been unconscious. She could gather that she had attacked Freya. What had happened to Darshe? She couldn't have said. The time before that, she'd been fourteen, and running off to meet a silver tongued devil that had rooted himself in her mind. That was literally a lifetime and a half away.

Actually, the show of intelligence was rather refreshing. Ironically, his suspicion was a large part of the reason Xanthe -didn't- have any intentions of attempting to threaten his well being. She'd seen a lot of stupid people, met with even more lately-- the loss of intelligence more than the person wouldn't only have been a loss to Freya, but also to the world at large.

It was almost cute... in an "Oh hey look, the puppy's chewing on my hand" kind of way.

"No idea." She answered as the plank of metal behind her began to coil and wrap around itself, slithering after her. As she knelt, it lept in to her palm and continued around her wrist and forearm, breaking in to colored chain links as the end reached her other wrist. She stood, and stretched her arms upwards, rising up on her toes for a moment to stretch before she looked around again. "I was about to sit down for a nice relaxing evening, or as close to it as I'm apparently allowed. The world just... started to change." she shrugged ever so slightly, "Judging by the fact that you're asking -me-, I'm going to go ahead and guess that -you- don't have any ideas either."

It wasn't entirely true. Xanthe couldn't have counted the number of times she'd been thrown in to worlds that were not her own without explanation or reason beyond whatever one she could find when she arrived. Adrianna had a twisted sense of humor, and when you were her right hand? There was no telling where you could end up, and that didn't even start on the number of times she'd subconsciously made the jump the way she had with Freya when she'd thrown her existence away. None of that explained why Darshe would have found himself transported, however, and therefor it was irrelevant except, perhaps, to explain her reasons for not being particularly worried.

She hesitated, looking over her shoulder and back toward the edge of the city. The chaos was far worse out there and branching closer, but chaos could only have ever meant answers-- or at least excitement. Something to do to distract her from what she didn't know. As a general rule, if she was getting involved with something that really didn't involve her, she took up the side of the defender or the underdog. All too often, the two parties were the same, and regardless of reasoning behind the attack, it was only the defender that had civilians to protect. That was the part that mattered as far as she was concerned.

"I think I'm going to help defend this city." She brought the conclusion to voice, and looked back toward Darshe for only a moment before she looked up again, toward the airships. They'd have to stop eventually, but something else would be coming after. If it was Xanthe's attack, it would have been something far worse. "You're welcome to come with, if you want to. I already get it if you don't, no explanation required, but I'm not going to attack -you- either way." Not that she expected him to believe her on that either; but it was worth saying. "Adrianna's old news and the only thing -I've- seen you do is be too nice to me and mine, repeatedly."

She paused, considering. Darshe was, in her view at least, not unlike that one cat that keeps running headlong in to a glass door. He was smart enough to know that there was something on the other side... he just didn't know how the hell to get to it, and he didn't have thumbs to help.

So she said she wasn't going to attack him...at least for now. She genuinely did seem different than last he'd seen her. Though by all accounts the last time he'd seen her and the last time she'd seen him were two different things. Her body may have been what he'd seen but she was not the one moving it if the story was to be believed. He didn't have much choice though, it was either trust her or wander around solo in this mess.

It seemed they had overstayed their welcome in their current location as another volley of cannonballs hit the tree and an entire branch gave way crashing down unto the city. Magic sprung up from the ground mages somewhere were trying to erect a barrier to stop the branch from falling but that was at best a futile effort as eventually the weight would crush their barrier or some other force would strike it and break through.

To top if off the branch they were currently on was also starting to buckle. "Looks like it's time to go." He said simply his body glowed briefly with the pulse of curative energy as he repaired his damaged wing ensuring he could still fly. He leapt and then hovered "Pick a direction." He was letting her lead only so he could keep an eye on her and avoid even the remote chance of her stabbing him in the back.


(Note: This will be the last concentrated volley from the airships now they'll begin deploying ground troops. So we'll have footsoldiers to fight. The elves defenses should be beginning to shape up now too. Essentially asusme it was a surprise attack and their defenses are only just starting to properly form up and do their job.)

((The Devils Trill-- Vanessa Mae))

Xanthe grinned slightly, shoving her hands in her back pockets as she turned from side to side, watching him roll the situation over in his mind. She didn't know what he was thinking, but she could tell that she was -making- him think, and the simple fact sort've just made her smile. She was fully prepared to examine the reasons for that, but she became distracted as a volley of cannonballs slammed through the limb above her, and it began to buckle over. Some sort of magical barrier caught it, but her wings flared out anyway, hands jolting out of her pockets and gauntlets reflexively sharpening in to claws as she spread her stance. She looked up, toward the air ship that had launched the attack, and watched the one beside it loose another volley of cannonballs, aimed slightly lower.

She popped off of the bough as it jolted downwards and away, wings catching her in the middle of the bounce. She hovered for an instant before a couple short flaps brought her slightly higher.

Calmer, the metal drained away from her hands, collecting her chains as it moved to form a makeshift suit of armor around her torso, colored bits fitting in to risen patches of tiny vined flowers as she rose slightly higher, hand snapping her mini crossbow away from her hip. She looked up again, back toward the airships as they began to slow their fire and turn around. What was left of her metal snaked up the back of her head, and spread in to a makeshift helmet which drew close to her eyes and arched away from her neck.

"They're pulling back the artillery." She answered, nodding her head toward the ships, and pointing her finger back toward the water as bits of metal snaked down her arm again, forming some semblance of slash protection for them. "Something worse must be on the wa--"

Just as the metal snaked around to her middle finger, she saw the first of the foot soldiers, and flapped her wings hard. Jolting higher in to the air, she raised her crossbow, and leveled her aim as the evocation enchanted Nazca bolt raised from one of her baggy pockets, and slipped in place.

The violin continued to play below her as she loosed the first attack of her own, toward an encroaching foot soldier that would have seemed no larger than an ant.

So he was leaving it to her? How well a thought out decision, and one that left her precisely where she was used to being. She liked that idea.

Her grin grew to an all out smile, and she waved her crossbow forward as she lifted another bolt from her pocket. "Forward is fastest." She announced ever so shortly before she was off like a shot.

It also put her in a position to test her dear aunt's apparent caretaker. One could never be too careful.