Black Crusade

Chapter Nine - Unjust and Overuled

The air weighs a heavy aura, the judges influence. Carrus could feel the stifling, tar-like sphere that has now encompassed the wall. It was much harder to see, a blazing torch that he stops at barely lights a meter effectively. His sword and armor was collecting a foul mildew. Clink clink clink he hears behind him. In his usual finesse, he steps to the side seeing the sheen of the attackers sword glide past him. Without pause he counters, Carrus' blade cuts the heavy air. They are toying with him trying to wear him down and deliver the dishonest blow. 

"Help me!, please!" a voice from the darkness calls out, each time duplicated by the stony walls.

"Sapphire. If you can find somewhere safe- We won't find each other in this." He replys back, his sword held up duly- prepared for the second attack. 

A different voice cackles back, "Help me! Oh help me!" followed by the sniggers and grunt-like laughter of this damned places guards. 

"You know, it is not everyday we get to lynch a templar, let alone a few black templars! eh hehehe- the demonic states issued us that you have broken many customs and many laws; simply unacceptable." Balfers voice hisses around the room as Carrus makes progress. A few heavy steps here and there assure that there are still more than just a few assailants. He worries if the commander, Balfer or the dreaded judge will strike him next. 

"I suppose this is custom for all criminals to be killed without trial?" Carrus retorts back.

Balfer responds with a eerie 'shhhhh'.

A guard huffs "Hu-ah!" as his sword tries to connect with the Templars shoulder, Carrus sidesteps but the guard responds with a flurry making a series of swings at him. Each step the hunter ducks and weaves past each swing: his training was still superior; his footing still leagues ahead; the guard botches his last move. Carrus takes advantage and plunges his fist into the guards general direction, a solid blow connects. The wretched soot drops his sword it clanks and clings on the ground. 

Carrus shouts out to them "I will not play this game of bloody murder with you!". Out from the darkness he could hear soft, gentle whimpers of a young girl. Something begins building inside him, an emotion of unnatural strength and conviction; a rage not his own. Out of impulse he holds his blade before him, his other hand above the hilt. Turning his foreign anger into solid form, first a spark then as if drawing the blade fresh from it's scabbard it alights in a wild red flame. The templar looks at it with bemusement. The flame fights the tangible aura of the Judge, making the bleak darkness recent behind the soot guards figures- it waits to seethe over the flame triumpant; if it can.

"Your magic is strong for just a Templar, do you hide something?" Behind the alluring voice of the Judge lingers dark familiars whispering "Secrets! Secrets?"

"You seek the girl, potential and again something... hidden from these eyes." his voice strains with some form of iritation. "These eyes see all and yet!? nothing?"

What once seems like dignified speaker quickly turns guttural. "Must find it, my eyes must see all!" 

Carrus assails the guards before they can counter his flame. With each swing he tears the dark and lights their hosts leather jerkins on fire, might carries his forward after this judge; the one has Sapphire. He can hear the dragging of Saphhire and the struggle she fights, each violent tug by the judge was met by resistance but it was not enough.

"Protect me, you, you soot. I must take her to the oculary then it will be clear what secrets are hidden!" The judge hurls her into the room; behind the girls struggle ensues. As Carrus runs up the stairs the sound of lighting and screams from both sides can he hear. Due haste he runs to the door bracing against its harsh metal exterior. The judges proclaims in some arcane language as he seems to be struggling. The girl screams loudly, each peak digs itself deeper in Carrus' ear more than any screech or horror in his eyes... The blade sears and roars as loadly as he yells and barates the door. It was then it happens; the great rage, the unearthly power inflames and envelopes.

Outside Fairi was recovering well, his hands were able to be nimble yet again. The other templars that cared for him stayed while the cowards fled- forever he hopes. He struggles to push himself onto his knees, he looks up to the wall as he beginings to fall; a fellow man helps him. Something pushes him, a fear or knowing- despite the pain he stands upright. As if to salute an arriving general he watches the wall-fort. Air around him- no the whole area burns with great sway of magic, in all his years he has never felt this volume of magic flow in one place, it scares him. He blinks and it happens. The sky abrupts with a red crimson hue, the fort was wrenched in two. Searing flames linger present on the troughs and height of the once thousand year strong fort.

Fairi pushes aside his aid and runs to his captains help- if he still lives; he hopes he does. What presence emerges from the flames stops him in his track forward. It's eyes command him without word, and it orders his obediance. Fairi was to weak to disobey it. The great figure marches its way from the wreakage it birthed. Approaching him, the flames flicker obscure it but the being's features are guarded by wrought black metal; armour woven beyond mortal hands. Its crowned head looks down upon Fairi as it stood feet above him in height. 

  "Äsh amun Dominion, vero asha yimyr kûr dhaprim" it echoes in a voice too firm, too serene and ecclesial to ever compare it to its true stature and look. For Fairi it was like being placed in a trance as he could to was watch as this being spoke to him. He wielded a sword the size of the elf as the speaker was nigh double his height, making it very unlikely to escape an aggressive attack.

With this new force between himself and his captain left little room for a slip up. "What has become of the judge? and of my friends!" he proclaims regardless of circumstance. "Tell me!"

The being's glare peers down to him whence it was first staring past him; displeased. It smacks him across the field with its spiked guantlets. Saved by the leather woven in his clothing Fairi survives, though a few deep cuts reveal themselves with blood.

"They will be dead. Like this world- it seeks its own destruction. It will be granted in due course... if one calamaity fails another will take it's place" it laughs, each inhale and gust distorting the magic around the area...