Valice- A letter

The door opened and a middle-aged sorcerer walked in.
He was breathing heavily.
"There's a..another... There's another...vic...victim...", he said while trying to take a breath.
"A victim?", Valice asked surprised.
"Yes", the man said, talking quite normal now. " We found her half an hour ago, a young woman, an adept called Hannah."
"Hannah?", Requiem asked. "What a surprisingly normal name for a sorcerer!"
"Yes, well, we found her only ten miles from here, stabbed in the back and with a little letter in her pocket. Here it is."
He took a piece of paper out of his jacket and gave it to Requiem. Valice and Duck leaned forward to read it.


To the sanctuary and all its brave sorcerers,

you're never going to stop us, never.
We are the most powerfull sorcerers this world has ever seen, and you are seriously trying to find us? You might, that's for sure, but before you go on think for a moment. Do you really want to find us?
Because your bravery or your morals or whatever wont rescue you.
Stop fighting us, let us take over the world and you might survive.
But if you don't, if you keep fighting, you'll die, all of you.

The Unnamed, Lord Vile

Valice- In the Sanctuary

Valice opened the door to the Sanctuary. The Grand Mage had told them to either help finding the Unnamed or to continue with their work if it was important. Valice wasn't working here and they hadn't allowed her to help searching, because she was "too young". Some people were just so stupid!

So, she had went shopping! The clothes she had worn during the battle were dirty and had lots of holes and her other stuff was still in the car and the whole area there was cordoned off. And it was sooo hot here in Australia. The German summer was nothing compared to this. 

Duck and Requiem sat in two of the chairs in the lobby. 

"Hey", Valice said and sat down. 

"Hey", they responsed. 

"The shopping tripp was successfull, I guess? This is a nice top.", Requiem smiled. 

"And, did Mistical get the information she needs?", Duck asked.

"Yes, I really hope she finds something!"

"We all hope that!", Duck said softly.

"So the Unnamed had tried to hire you, right Valice? I mean, don't get this wrong, but why?"

"I have no idea!"

"Oh, okay, and what exactly do you do in Germany, I mean, there has to be a reason why he wanted you to join him."

"Um, well my dad works for the german sanctuary and he planned a great career for me and introduced me to the Grand Mage and the Sanctuary work. Sadly, I don't like Johann Starke and his way of leading the sanctuary. Well, some things don't work out as they were planned!"

She smiled. "And now I basicly do what I want, train and stumble into every kind of trouble I can't avoid."

"Ah", Duck said. "Well, and now you're stuck here."

They fell quiet.

In this moment, the door opened.

Mistical Future - Sam Night (AKA Misti's Boyfriend)

Mistical was at home reading at the file on Lord Vile that Requiem gave her. It was a photo copy but she had all that there was on Lord Vile. It was a thick file but most of it was information gathered from the war and a little was of events in the past few years. But nothing absolutely nothing explained why Lord Vile didn’t die by Mistical’s attacks. Mistical finished reading the file for the second time and tossed it on the coffee table.
“USELEESS! Dam it. There is nothing on how to kill him! The best thing there is on how to attack him is something that was used on Baron Venges. Not even the real Lord Vile. Dam it’s going to be so much harder to pull the real Lord Vile’s chest plate off.” Mistical sighed, “Well if I do manage to do that that at least I might be able to see how or why I couldn’t kill him.”
“Kill, kill, kill that’s all I’ve been hearing” said Sam as he walked into the lounge room and flopped down on the sofa beside Mistical. He picked up the file and had a quick look, “Lord Vile again? Haven’t you already read this?” said Sam looking at her with his green eyes and arching an eyebrow
“Yes I have but I was just reading over them, I wanted to make sure that I didn’t miss anything”
“Ok then. So who’s coming over tomorrow?” He asked
“A woman called Requiem Noble an maybe some others, she and I are going to discuss plans and hopefully come up with an ok plan to take down the Unnamed and or Lord Vile.”
“So are you going to wear your mask?” he asked
“You’re kidding me right? Why would I wear my mask in my own home?”
“Eh well you sometimes do and it’s our house not just yours”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah” said Mistical giving him a small shove as she smiled. Sam could always make her feel better when she was in a bad mood. He gave a soft laugh and pulled her into a hug. Mistical smiled at him, she wasn’t wearing her mask so she could see her smile. The both lent in closer and they were only centimetres from each other, then bit of Sam’s brown hair flopped in his face.
“Ah stupid hair ruined the moment.” muttered Sam
“It’s ok” said Mistical as she pushed his hair out of the way, “I think your hair’s cute”
“Cute?” asked Sam as he raised an eyebrow, “Since when is my hair cute?”
“Since now” replied Mistical with a smirk
“In that case it think your nose is cute” said Sam now with a smirk
“Why thank you” said Mistical, “Your nose is handsome”
“Handsome?” asked Sam
“Handsome” nodded Mistical
“Thank you.” Said Sam, “Your eyes are the only jewels I’ll ever need” this is where Mistical started to blush. Sam was referring to the colour of her eyes what where sapphire. He hugged her tighter and they stayed like that for a bit, then Sam’s mobile rang.
“Dam it, way to spoil he moment” he said as he go up, “Oh I’m going to help discus stuff in the meeting to, I may be an elemental but I’m a good one and you’re the one that’s getting the snack for your guests!” he called out as he walked into the bedroom
“That’s fine by me!” Mistical yelled back





Requiem do you want to do a collaboration it might be boring just discussing stiff but we could throw some fighting in there. And if so can you tell me in the comments. Anyone else that want so come to the meeting thing please say and we can work something out,

By the way I hope you didn't mind the lovey dovey stuff I had to introduce Sam properly. He might, might not have a decent role  in this thing I'll just have to see what I feel like.

Requiem Noble - File Deliveries

Requiem was sat in the Sanctuary trying to look like she knew what she was doing. She wasn't used to the Australian Sanctuary and she had absolutely no idea where she was. As she tried to figure out what the last room she'd passed that she recognised was she heard quick footsteps.

A sorcerer hurried up to her, holding a bag. It looked familiar. He passed it to her and Requiem smiled as she looked inside and saw the set of knives sat on the top. She looked up to thank the sorcerer but he was already speaking.

'A sorcerer named Mistical has been asking your Sanctuary for the file on Lord Vile. Normally it would need an Elder's approval before it could be dispatched but these aren't normal circumstances. Your Grand Mage evidently trusts your judgement and, as you are his representative here, he asks you to confirm whether it is necessary.'

Requiem looked at him.

'Are you seriously asking whether we need information on Vile? You know the situation here as well as I do. If Misti wants that file, give her the file. In fact, why don't you just photocopy it for every sorcerer left here.'

The sorcerer remained impassive. 'As you say.' He turned, pulling out his phone. He muttered into it and a few moments later a boy with spiky hair and a cocky grin appeared beside him. There was a thick file in his hand. He passed it to Requiem who scowled at him. Five days ago she'd spent twenty-four hours on a plane to deliver a file here and she still hadn't gone home. And now, evidently file delivery was a priority.

'You should be thanking our Teleporter here,' said the sorcerer reproachfully. You Grand Mage asked for him to collect some things for you. He gestured to the bag slung over her shoulder. Instantly, she regretted being so selfish. They were in the middle of a huge crisis here and all she could think of was herself.

When she looked up again the Teleporter was gone and the sorcerer was hurrying away. She pulled one of her throwing knives from the bag, weighing it in her hand, smiling at the familiar weight. With no idea where she was, she spun the blade in her palm and headed off down the corridor to which it pointed.

It was time to find Mistical and give her that file.

Mistical Future - Wasting Time

A few days had past since the first battle with the Unnamed, many had died and many where injured but everyone that was injured had now recovered. Mistical was on the phone to the Irish Sanctuary asking them if she could borrow the file on Lord Vile. Ha that rhymes she thought. She wanted to know as much as possible on him, but she mainly wanted to know how he didn’t die from multiple death strikes. The administrator was arguing and saying that Mistical couldn’t get the file because it was restricted to elders and detectives. Mistical felt like shouting at the administrator but stoped herself. The administrator’s only doing their job, don’t shoot the messenger. Mistical took a deep breathing and out.
“Look, I know the file’s are restricted but I need all the information available. Lord Vile is in Australia and if possible we need to find a way to take him down.” Mistical said trying to keep calm
“I’m sorry but there is no known way to take him out, he just disappears and reappears on his own, but if you want to talk to someone you could try Skulduggery Pleasant he’s the last know person to have seen Lord Vile and survived … but he’s working on a case at the moment so you might not be able to get to him. I could still give you his number thought-” said the administrator before Mistical cut her off
“Thank but I already have his number and I’ll definitely try that. But can you ask the elders if they could send it over, because every bit of information helps. Thanks anyway. Bye” said Mistical then hung up. That was a complete waste of time!

Dynasty - Gravity

Dynasty kept on trying to command the Gravity to put the flames out but it didn't work. Come on if he wanted to be like Death he needed to try. Try harder! He tried again and he felt some command going over the gravity and some of the flames went out. Yes he had done it. He was gravity.

Yes I know short xx

Valice- The first fight's over

The fight was over. Valice walked across the battlefield trying not to look at the ground to closely. It was covered with blood and dead sorcerers and cleavers. She had been fighting near the entry for most of the time until someone had thrown her over the field, but she was quite sure Dynasty hadn't left the Unnamed's former hideout. She stepped through the entry and now she forced herself to look at the dead bodies. She searched for about fifteen minutes, until she was sure Dynasty wasn't among the corpses. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.  'He must have found a way to get out!', she thought and smiled. Also they'd just met she felt that she really liked him. She opened her eyes and now that the fear Dynasty might be dead was gone, she suddenly wasn't able to look at all the blood and the dead bodies any more. She needed to get out of here. 

Back on the battlefield she saw that most of the corpses had been brought away. A small group of survivors stood in the middle of the field. A woman saw her and came to her. 

"Hey, you, are you for the Unnamed or against him?"

"Against", Valice sad. She was tired. All she wanted to do was sleep. 

"Aren't you a bit young to fight in battles like this?"

Valice raised an eyebrow. " I might be younger that most of your Sanctuary sorcerers, but unlike most of them I'm still alive! And, lets face it, you need every help you can get, you really can't be choosy."

They drove to the Sanctuary. Although the Unnamed and Lord Vile had had to leave, no one felt like they'd won. As soon as they arrived most of the sorcerers walked to their office. More as a distraction than anything else Valice walked around the building. They had lost so many people, no one knew where the Unnamed was and Dynasty hadn't come to the Sanctuary. 

She sat down. What a day.