StormLord

Morgan had been silent for most of the exchanges and had sort of melted away into the corner of the room, a bit of a feat considering he was large enough to need to both hunch and turn sideways to get through the small castle doorway. "Damn, I wish Liana was here, she was always much better with this sort of thing. But there might be something I can help with." Morgan half thought half mumbled to himself. Laver would notice a resurgence of power from one of Morgan's knots the is quickly suppressed. Morgan stepped forward making his continued presence more known and then spoke in a clear voice. "I may not be able to help with any of your deeper problems, however I can see that your halo seems to be wreathed in some sort of corruptive void magic binding it over your eyes. As a disciple of the setting sun, I specialize in waning, siphoning, and unbinding magics. I could attempt to undo this magic, and perhaps allow you some clearer vision."

"I'd like to witness this as well, I'd like to see what sort of magics are involved, always interested in learning something new." Morgan adds at the end of Edmond's first statement.

"Umm, Jace who...?" Morgan trailed off as Marisa walked up and started shouting. Morgan began thinking while reaching up to scratch the back of his head, trying to figure out what a blue mage was suppose to be, he wasn't a water mage, nor a divimancer, enchanter maybe, hmm. That's when Marisa got to the part about Lexiel being the worst angel to deal with "Actually I'll differ with that, she's far from the most difficult to deal with angel I've met. That one racist prick deserves what he got."

Morgan practically jumps back as Lexiel comes out of the room, putting several feet of distance between them. He immediately had his wand back out and watches the angel as she speaks. She didn't look very much like the angels he'd see and heard of, she lacked a good three feet of height, she wasn't carrying one of the traditional weapons(though a rifle was probably a better choice), and she wore colors other than white and gold. Her aura threw him for a loop, it seemed like an angel's aura but lacked the aspect of terror the others had given off. She also didn't speak like the other angels, not once had she mentioned a master or creator, nor had she tried to tell him how much of a horrible unnatural creation he was and that he should let her destroy him for the betterment of the world. Over all for a few seconds a look of complete and total confusion passed over Morgan's face. He already doubted that she was much of anything like the angels of his world, but he had to be sure and there was one way to tell without fault. His expression of confusion was replaced with one of focus as he took his wand and with the tip seemed to dig into the fabric of reality scratching glowing white line in the air in front of him. He rapidly created a glyph of sorts with these lines after seeming to finish he spoke the words "Valeo figura et irae luminis" with that and a final wand swipe from Morgan the spell(designed to banish golems of light) flew at Lexiel and shattered, passing waves of energy over her but having little other effect. Morgan's expression the relaxes again, he didn't have to explain to the others why he'd banished the angel and more importantly the other angels hadn't managed to find him yet. He lowers his wand and speaks "It...seems I was wrong, you are certainly not one of the angels I'm familiar with. The fact that we're talking rather than in an all out duel proves that point." He grants a small bow as you would if you were dueling. "My name is Voidwalker Morgan Cassius, trained by the College of Spires, the seat of power in the Southern Mires of the world of Zauberwelt. I apologize for any offence I may have incurred."

Aelius makes a final swipe with his spear before fully disengaging and making his way toward the higher ground where that force bolt came from. Uses "Weapon attack" on the false Larion dealing 1d2+3 damage, then attempts to exit combat.

"Well, not you, so there's no problem." Morgan says while sliding his wand back into its inner coat pocket. He also takes a half a step back and leans back some, because he didn't want to intimidate the man. He reaches out a hand to shake, "I'm Morgan, got picked up at the last stop. And you're right, I am looking for someone, or rather something. Can't tell you exactly what they look like, but they're generally tall, spear wielding, wear white, and have two pairs of feathered wing sprouting from their backs. To humans and natural creatures they inspire love, light, and creation. To anything else they inspire dread and terror. The last one I met got the jump on me and nearly ran me through, they're persistent as well, this must be the third one that's found me."

Morgan walked off from his conversation with Mot and started making his way towards Mar and the others only to suddenly stop about half way there. Something wasn't right he couldn't place it but some familiar feeling was setting him on edge. Morgan would catch a fleeting glimpse of Edmond as he turned back from the main hallway to return to Lexiel. Morgan would also follow Edmond and this ominous presence with a long wand of twisted wood drawn out from the interior of his coat.

Friedhold recoiled slightly at the outburst but then relaxed and straitened up. "As far as I know it can't, aside from the occasional outburst of speech. I don't fully understand it, but I believe the parasites also seem to grant them a...well...are you familiar with the expression 'rose tinted glasses'? It means to only see the good in life, they don't seem to be able to see or perhaps understand any of the horror around them." Friedhold shifts in his seat again, he reaches over a picks back up his food. "If I were to ever return to that place, I wouldn't leave until the city lay as a silent ruin at the bottom of the ocean."

Friedhold sat there in thought for a few seconds before replying to Ghost, "Judging by the way you've talked about them, neither of you seem to come from worlds of advanced science so I will explain. I assume you know how people are born with different traits, some from your mother, and some from your father, these make up your genetics or genes. Adam allows us to remove, modify, or even add entirely new traits." He paused and scratched his chin for a moment. "The reason people stopped taking Adam was not disdain or desire, but the fact that there simply wasn't enough Adam to go around. People slowly became crazed bloodthirsty monsters, willing to do anything, sell anything, or kill anything-" He gestured to the girl again, "for the next hit. It got so bad that simply growing Adam slugs in children wasn't enough, they decided they needed to teach the girls(who could already see Adam flowing through peoples veins) to harvest Adam from the dead, and so the paired them with protectors and sent them out. I can say I had nothing directly to do with their creation, but I also had nothing to do with trying to stop them." He turned to Masaru "The angels she speaks of are not what you're thinking. Though they seem to be inspired by religion they're simply another manifestation of the brainwashing. What she means is the she wants to find dead to harvest, just like she's been taught to do." He paused in thought for a while. "Something I find odd is that after washing up in Rio she seems to be able to extract Adam from those who've never come into contact with the substance. And after our fight with the Trespassers she's kept mumbling on about demons, and how we have to kill them before they kill the angels. Honestly, sometimes it's difficult to tell the difference between when the child is talking, and when the parasite is talking."

Friedhold stood for a moment finishing chewing he bite of stir-fry, he then gestured for the girl to step forward from hiding behind him. "Say hello." He said to her in a soft tone. She began to timidly step forward and with a gentle push she stood in front of the three adults. "H-hello" Though she spoke softly and failed to make eye contact her voice seemed to echo in on itself. "Now tell them your name." "My name?" "What did the other girls call you?" "Oh, Alice." "Thank you." As she finished she turned and looked up at him and said "I want to go find angels now. Can we go find angels?" "You can go look for angels, just don't leave this room." As soon as he said this she skipped off with pure excitement. "You asked where I'm from and what I've done." He said while finding himself a seat on one of the piles of rubble "Well, mine is another tale of suffering, though I won't try and say I have suffered as much as you." He looked at Ghost as he said this. "As a child I my family was poor and lived a simple life, then as a young man the second World War came, and I played the role of the man in chains. Beaten and treated like the lowest of animals, in a place where you pray each day the death will find you swiftly and mercifully, and yet you find each day your prayers go unanswered. In the short time I was at that place I saw hundreds die, starvation, sickness, torture, or simply target practice. Eventually I managed to escape those tormentors...my family did not. Unsettled by this point he shifted on the pile and found somewhere to set him half eaten meal. "After the war I could barely keep my stomach full and my many attempts at higher learning were usually met with a lack of money or being told my pursuits were impractical. It was at this point someone contacted me, a woman named Dr Brigid Tenenbaum. She offered my a job in a place known as Rapture, described as a city under the sea, a utopia hidden away from all other civilization." He sighed and shook his head. "Rapture was great, amazing, wonderful, and at the time I knew nothing of the greatness I would help create, or the terror I would help release. My job in Rapture was to help develop and test solutions known as Plasmids that were created from a chemical called Adam." He flicked some electricity between his fingers as he spoke of Plasmids. "You see, everyone in Rapture wanted Plasmids, and they took large amounts of Adam to produce, and the slugs that produced Adam took decades to mature. We were running out of Adam, so one of our sister labs started work trying to find a way to make the slugs grow faster and produce more Adam." He paused a moment, having reached a point where he was visibly uncomfortable. "Something you must understand is that Rapture was meant to by a place where the weak would have no power to restrain the great, this also means that many of the experiments performed were done so in disregard of regular society's morals. So this sister lab found that implanting the slug in the stomach lining of a host provided it with both constant protection and a nutrients rich environment to grow in. Further more, modifying the subject's biology slightly with Adam allowed them to harvest thirty times the Adam from a single slug in less than a tenth the time span." He stopped all of a sudden as if not wanting to continue, before pressing on. "The problem was that they found the only viable hosts to be young girls. They called them 'Little Sisters', and mentally conditioned them to both follow protectors called 'Big Daddies' and collect Adam from the many corpses laying around Rapture at the time." He paused, letting the fact sink in. "Several years after I came to Rapture and started working with Adam we noticed people starting to suffer from the side effects of Adam, or more specifically not continuing to take regular Adam doses after starting. Because Adam modifies the genetic structure stopping taking it starts a genetic degradation that leads to a slow painful decent into madness and suffering. It was also around this time we had something known as the Rapture civil war. A man named Atlas and his army of goons and druggies destroyed half the city in an attempt to steal all the Adam for themselves. They succeeded more or less as well. They held me and several other scientists up in our labs forcing us to make more Plasmids for them. At one point several of Atlas' goons came to me with the girl." He gestured to her, she was now trying to climb up the wall to get to what looks like a vent near the ceiling of the room. "How they got her away from her protector without killing themselves I don't know, and instead of asking I shot the lot of them, reversed what I could of the girl's mental conditioning, and tried to find a way out. The next thing I remember is another of Atlas' goons walking in, a stray bullet shattering a window, the rush of water filling the room, and then washing up of the shore of Rio de Janeiro." With that he finished and leaned back on the pile of rubble before noticing Alice climbing up the wall on the other side of the room and yelling at her to get down.

Upon being addressed by a man and his...sentient motorcycle? Morgan replied with a slightly confused look on his face "I suppose it is, though it would have been nice if someone had told me that leaving one of the rooms while the castle is in motion hits you with the raw power of the twisted infinities. I don't suggest trying for yourself." Throughout speaking Morgan's expression slowly changed from confused to annoyed, though after finishing he relaxed slightly and added "I'm Morgan by the way." while extending a handshake.

Aelius swipes again and the mimicking bugs with lightning while trying to make his way the higher ground. Uses "Fury of Sky" on a minic of himself(or another if that isn't possible) dealing 1d2+4 damage total and triggering an opposed Syn check, if Aelius wins the target is stunned.

"Damn, that spear really does feel like a drake sting." Aelius said while checking his wound. "Hey umm... Aron I guess. We need to find the others because these things don't look to be stopping any time soon." Uses "Combat Medicine" on himself restoring 1d2+[Syn]/2, and begins trying to disengage.

After wiping out one of the bug swarms Aelius looks over and is slightly disturbed by the mimicking abilities of these creatures, though he's glad non have yet to mimic his own abilities. Uses "Sonic Blade" on one of the Cobalt clones unless there is a clone of himself. He deals 1d2+1d4+3 damage.

A slicing sound, the thud of boots on the stone floor, the sudden feeling of something twisted and unnatural afoot, followed by the sheathing of a sword. All these thing signaled Morgan's appearance in the Servant's quarters. He looked either way down the hall, located the group and started to casually make his way towards them. Morgan enters the Servant's quarters.

Aelius swipes at the mass of shadowbugs. Uses "Sonic Blade" dealing 1d2+3 damage total.

Aelius raises his spear and starts tracking enemies waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Uses "Sonic Blade"(charge turn).

After Cobalt skips up the pile of rocks Aelius decides he ought to make his way up as well and thus begins climbing the rocks. Assuming he makes it to the top of the pile just in time to see a hoard of bugs pouring out of the ship frame he bares his spear and prepares to channel lightning, you may also hear him grumble something about "summoning a legion of demon bugs the second his back is turned".

Aelius simply stands there next to the silver creature watching the two men scramble up the cliff face and mound of stone half waiting for one of them to fall and half trying to figure his own path out. He looked down at the silver creature "Any ideas?" He said not really expecting much of an answer.

Aelius slowly stood, grabbed his spear, and stretched some. Then he inspected the area and those around him, he was unsure what to make of the strange silver creature, but the two men seem friendly enough in that they had yet to attack him. At first he thought he'd been contacted by one of the Great Dragons, but as he looked around at the otherworldly characters that scenario seemed less and less likely. "I take it you were contacted by the same entity then? How interesting that something like this could even happen." He started walking down the path some to inspect the floating platforms, going so far as to poke them with his spear to see if they react.

Friedhold watches the pale woman stare at the child and after several moments he looks down at her to see if something was wrong. After see that it was nothing he looks back at the pale woman and says: "She's not what you think, not anymore at least. Even if she was, she's better off here than where we came from. A dark, twisted place to which I never wish to return."

After digging through the kitchen and finding some stir-fry to eat Friedhold and the child walk out into the main room looking for a table to eat at. Friedhold upon seeing Ghost/Masaru in the main room: "Oh, you must be some of the others I was told about. Sorry if we're imposing, I wasn't told much other than that this is some sort of home base for a larger group of 'Trespasser' fighters and that food was this way."

Morgan watches the exchange between the strangers, "Interesting." He mumbles to himself as the Fae tears into the Mecha. "Would anyone here happen to be able to tell me about the reactor in the other room? I find it impressive to say the least." Morgan says to no one in particular. Morgan exits the Engineering bay.

After helping Mar with the quarry Morgan makes his way to the engine rooms to see if there is anyone he can talk to about the reactor. Morgan enters the Engineering bay.