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@Heretic King

Chandra awoke with a start. Breath heaving slightly, she looked around the room. Taking several calm deep breaths she did a breathing exercise to realign her energies and to reground herself in the room she was in. Soon, she felt better and was able to think more clearly about the dream she'd had. Or rather, the nightmare.

In this nightmare, the monk warrior had been facing off against a terrifying opponent wielding the strength of the mountains themselves along with a gigantic exotic greatsword. But what was even more terrifying were her opponent's eyes. Head covered by a thick metal helmet, her foe's eyes were filled with malice and fanaticism. They spoke of great evil lurking behind their depths. The depths of which Chandra shuddered to fully get a grasp on. It was like looking into an endless sea of darkness, mixed with the taint of thousands, if not millions of deaths the perpetrator had committed. Spilling the blood of countless people, human and non-human alike. Bow down to the Lady of Grey, the hulking brute had said. Chandra did not know what it meant. The fighting had been fierce for certain.

Her previous encounter the part-goddess warrior had experienced during an earlier time in her life still brought up many fears left unresolved. The time when she had nearly died at the hands of a necromancer warrior. This dream seemed to resurface some of these old memories back to the forefront of her consciousness. Yet, it also seemed to be a warning of some kind. To warn her of this demonic creature? Would she actually face this thing and die as her nightmare portrayed? Stuck in eternal torment as one of his shadow wraiths?

Yet the woman could not help but feel that there was something she was missing. If it was a warning to be careful, Chandra did not know who, or what had sent her the vision. She did not possess any divinatory abilities either as a human or from her celestial heritage. Yet there was the sense of something....It seemed to fade away the further in time the dream became as the day's light slowly filtered through the room. It was time to get up and begin her meditations, after which she would practice her drills as a Khan. She would push aside the memory of the horrid dream until later when she could discuss it with her father over dinner. For now, her duty called to her...

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The moon goddess Luna sighed audibly, turning her face away from the divining mirror. In her realm of night and moonlight, a slight breeze sweeping through her long black hair tinged with silver strands, the goddess paced as she thought of what else could be done. She had sent her great-granddaughter Chandra a night vision in which to warn her of a terrible fate that would befall upon her. And it was in the goddess' power to avert that catastrophe, not just because of what she was but out of a sense of love. Chandra was family after all. Her father, Arto as well.

Looking into her mirror, her silver eyes saw that the aforementioned encounter would happen in the very near future, perhaps only a day or two away. Luna had only become aware of it a few hours before as though something had been blocking her powers. Something no doubt evil and just as vile as the creature that would kill Chandra. The goddess would just have to do her best to thwart that evil and keep it away from her great-granddaughter, or at the least prevent it from killing her.

While in her divine pocket realm, the goddess looked up at the moon and willed herself into the very heart of it, becoming one with it. Doing this merging would give her some further insight on the situation. This ancient magic had been gifted to her at birth and it would be with her for eternities to come. During this time, Luna would be connected to the very source of moon energy where all would be revealed to her...Then she could find a way to save her great-granddaughter.

Medievarad

Tiresome. That was the first word Limadan would use to describe this situation if asked. He was covered in blood. Blood and several gibblets of gore. His face stood cold, his mask covered with blood. In his left hand was a leg. Said leg was attached to yet another warrior that had face up against him. People never understood the message. People were stupid.

He dragged the fallen warrior along with him, over the ground. His intention to throw his mutilated corpse back into the nearest church. He had no interest in fighting here. None rivaled him.

He sensed something. Felt a presence that wasn't supposed to be present. The heretic king looked up at the moon, the dark, threatening eyes filled with murderous and malicious intent. Piercing through Luna's core. Coincidence? Or was there something to the warrior that he knew there was a godess that willed herself into this realm.

Ethereal-Star

Stepping out of the temple, Chandra walked down the steps, her weapon positioned on her back. Her goal that day was to practice her fighting in an outdoor environment for two reasons. One, there was simply more room to maneuver. And two, she needed to practice her tumbling where there were obstacles about, obstacles such as trees and rocks. That way, she would be better prepared for anything. Some shurikens were also attached to her hip, magical ones at that that would ignite upon contact with the enemy after being thrown. Aptly named 'Flaming Stars', Chandra felt she would have need of them today.

Soon, she reached a small clearing and began her drills, flipping and twisting over rocks and other such barriers, landing smoothly on her feet as she did. Reaching for her staff, she began twirling it expertly around in a dizzying fashion, as though to strike at an invisible enemy, moving it this way and that, forwards, backwards and to the sides too. After a short while of doing that, she stilled and placed her palms together to center her energy again, closing her eyes as she focused on the chi around her. Then lashed out abruptly to the left, gathering the chi in her arm, palm open as though to deliver a slash at some enemy using a technique that was strong enough to break a thin piece of wood. It wasn't one of the more powerful attacks she knew, but she would get to that soon enough.

As the monk warrior practiced in the field, she heard the sounds of a commotion from somewhere down the street. Whatever it was drew nearer, and so she stopped in her training to see what was going on. However, she couldn't get a clear enough view so cautiously she moved closer, while making sure she had all her weapons with her.

The coppery scent of blood soon reached her nose and Chandra hurried that much quicker. If people were in danger she had to help! Rounding a corner, she noticed the lack of citizens around here as most were running away back into their homes, banging shut their doors and latching them securely. Stopping short, as she came upon the dead body of a fellow warrior. A soldier of lower rank to be more exact. His chest had been brutally sliced open, blood spilling out heavily, his dead eyes open in horror. Chandra took a moment to kneel down by his lifeless form and say a quick prayer to Inima for a life lost. Getting up, she walked on still searching for the source of this disturbance, finding more and more dead bodies lying around, some of them had even been citizens. What had caused this? she wondered with growing trepidation.

Another soldier, stomach slashed open to reveal guts spilling out in a gruesome display of death and bloody gore lay on his side, mouth open wide in a never ending silent scream of agony. Chandra had no more time to ponder this or do anything else for that matter, as the source of all this bloodshed soon came into sight. Her mouth went dry as she realized this was the foe she had seen in her dream. The one she would fall to. No! she corrected herself. No, I shall not.

Putting on a brave face and gathering her courage, she stood straight and tall in the face of this great evil and looked at him right in the eyes. Those eyes of malice and unholy intent to wreak utter destruction. For what purpose, she knew not. But she would find out.

"What is the meaning of all this?!" she demanded, trying to keep her voice strong and steady.

Medievarad

The last challenger fell before Limadan, his soul torn from his body as he dropped to the floor. The hereyic king turned around to a feminime voice. Who demanded to be informed of the situation. He looked around to the numerous corpses littered around him. "Was it you who sent these warriors to their grave? Or are you yet another challenger coming to die?"  He sighed slowly. "Not even worth my time. I did not attack them. I merely retaliated."

The heretic king sheathed his blade and turned around again, an aura of dread surrounding him as he slowly walked away.

Ethereal-Star

Chandra too, looked around once more at all the corpses strewn about, sadness filling her again. However, she wasn't done here yet. Not by a long shot. Her eyes shone with purpose. "Are you to tell me they just attacked you for no reason? These men and women would only have attacked if they perceived you to be a threat to them and this island. And how do you explain the bodies of the citizens?"

Shaking her head, adjusting her weapons within easy reach, the prana monk warrior and Khan called out to his retreating back. "Why did you come here then? I cannot allow you to walk away with the blood of my people on your hands."

With that, she readied herself into a fighting stance, getting out her wooden staff capped with metal on the ends in front of her, yet did not attack just yet. Waiting, and sizing up her opponent first to see what he would do. Chandra held herself in a firm and steady way, her jaw clenching tight in anticipation of what was about to happen next.

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It had begun. The moment that Luna had been dreading had finally arrived, and much too soon at that too. The goddess began her preparations to try to save her great-granddaughter from the horrific fate she had witnessed in her mirror, still merged with the body of the moon itself. From here, she could see all possible outcomes of the coming battle and focused her energies on bringing about the most favorable of them to happen instead. She would do everything in her power to help Chandra, but it wouldn't be simple. But simple or not didn't matter, for the moon deity refused to see any family of hers fall to the throes of evil. Chandra did not deserve that terrible fate, nor did any who had fallen to that monstrous brute of a hellish warrior. While it was too late for the others, Luna could at least prevent it from happening to her descendant. And she would.

Medievarad

"Then they obviously percieved my very presence as a threat.. Wich is correct.." He chuckled slowly at the mention of the citizens. "None are innocent in this world, warrior. They fell before my blade as any other. Let their deaths be a message. Leave me to my bussiness."

Yet, the giant stopped in his tracks, sighing slowly. "I came here to root out the source of these pests that keep attacking me." Then a chuckle resounded, the hellish warrior and bloodrager turned around. "So be it. Try to stop me from walking away." He said, extending his arms to the side. "First shot is free."

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