Back to town ... but something strange is going on ... is that ... screaming? What's going on? his pace quickens to see people in red robes, an emblazoned warhammer emblem on their chest, running through the streets, in and out of buildings. Fires flare up with the explosives that are being thrown about, "Help please! Please somebody help!" a cry off to his left draws his attention. A elven woman being pulled from her home, dragged out by her long golden hair, "please stop!" she cries out, her knees dragging on the cobblestone as she stumbles down her front steps.

Gorthan rushes past him, "LET GO!!" he lets out a feral cry as he leaps and plows into the cloaked figure, smashing it's head into the side of the building, with a dull thud, "HEY!" he yells and points down the street where more are being pulled from their homes in a similar fashion, the figure in his hand slumps to the ground.

Gwen moves carefully between fallen debris in the street to help the woman to her feet and back into her home, "there there, it'll be alright, you're safe now" his voice echos a bit but is reassuring as he guides her back inside.

Dam'atia rushes forward, jumping through fires as if they are nothing, her tail whipping out and smacking people on her way by, "sorry... sorry bout that..." she apologizes to citizens until she turns and whips her tail crossed a cloaked woman, pulling out her rapier and jabbing it through their abdomen right after.

"w-why..?" the cloaked woman mutters out before falling in a heap.

Daebru nudges her hood aside to reveal a tiefling, one broken horn, scars on her neck and cheek as if she was beaten many times over the years. He finds himself staring down in fascination at the scars, though rough, leave a beautifully intricate array of woven threads over her cheek, as if tangled woods were crawling up her skin, "Haaru, are you alright?" a grip on his arm and Alinor's voice pull him from his thoughts.

"y-yeah I'm okay, where's everyone else?" he looks around not seeing them.

"Fighting, these people are taking people from the city dragging them off to the east. Are you okay to fight or help put out fires? Something ... anything?" his eyes are pleading and worried about what's going on, his attention grabbed by a loud crash as part of a roof caves in behind him, "if you can't, just get somewhere safe alright. I'll find you after"

Daebru nods, "I can help, was just caught off guard is all" he sighs and pulls a longsword and dagger from his bag of holding, "see you later, stay safe ... Alinor" they nod to each other and Alinor darts off after a cloaked figure.

Daebru wanders through the city heading towards the low quarter weapons loose at his sides, "Scum!" comes a shout from his left as a figure jumps out at him, he swerves around the hilt of his sword hitting them in the gut before the dagger finds an artery, more... he smirks as another comes out at him and he parries and dodges, blood splattering over his face as his smile grows. He weaves between people, not noticing if he gets cut, just pushing through more ...

Mooore....

MOOORE!!

He licks blood off his lips and sneers as he approaches three targets in red like your blood and the fire you spread ... red robes swirl around him, darkened by spilled blood, singed by fires more... "HAHAHAHAHA!" he brings his dagger up to his lips, tongue licking out over the flat of it, "Come to die have we?!" his eyes wide with the desire to kill.

He lunges forward through the sea of red, red, and more red ... so much red it's turning black...

... Black... like darkness ... like home... he looks up to the banner hanging from the walkway, My home... is pain, he falls to his knees, weapons clattering to the ground before him 'Be brave My Prince ... find your path ... free yourself ... become ...' his head falls back as he listens to the voices around him, the fires that burn nearby, the people that scream as they're dragged off to gods know where, "Who are you?" though he's not sure if the question is for the spirits or himself.

His head spins with questions, where are you going? what do you want? why are you here? are you really alive? ... what does it mean to be alive? he gets to his feet stumbling. He looks up again at the banner and throws a dagger up to cut the rope. This is mine... it doesn't belong here...

"Lady Haaru?" Baer, covered in blood comes up beside him, "does that mean something to you?" he gestures towards the banner.

Daebru nods, looking down at it and wipes off some blood off his armband, "it's mine... why is it here?"

"Let me keep it safe for you, and I'll tell you why once things have calmed down a bit. Sound like a plan?"

'Trust him, Prince' Daebru nods and holds out the banner to Baer, "alright, I trust you" he gives a small smile and walks away.

The city is in a panic as the assailants leave with prisoners, people rushing around to put out fires. Daebru slowly wanders through the streets, people bumping into him as he pauses by alleyways looking for more figures, anyone left behind he can get answers from This isn't supposed to happen ... the order should be preventing this kind of thing from happening ... who did this and why? ... I need to know, need to report back, "Haaru!" Sune runs up to him from the inn hands taking hold of his face, "are you alright?"

"Didn't get a good look at them, just red cloaks. So many, the order should have been here, I should have been better. I'm sorry, we'll fix this."

"Haaru you're bleeding..." Sune stopped him from going anywhere but into the inn, "we need to get you cleaned up"

"I'm fine, just a few scratches, most of it probably isn't even my blood" he looks at the people in the inn as they make their way through, How many lost friends, family because I couldn't do my job right, because I didn't know about this threat? Does the order know? Did they set me up for failure because they found out my secret? he gives a wary glance to Sune, did you become my enemy somehow?

"Sit," Sune pushed Daebru into a chair gently, "easy ... it's okay... we'll get you cleaned up, I'm so sorry I wasn't there to help you, I couldn't find you anywhere and I thought ... I thought they might have taken you .. you're a right mess you are," he shakes his head as he peels back some of Daebru's shirt to start cleaning stab wounds, "I'd get you a healer, but they're all busy ... and I know you prefer to feel the pain .. especially if you don't have to," he looks up into Daebru's eyes searching for something, what is it you want Sune ... I can't give you answers ... 

I like pain ... 

it means ...

...

I'm alive...