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Gathering Storm

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The time had come. Atticus sat within a brightly lit room before a large round table. A small glass of Zinfandel in his hand as the other rested on what appeared to be a control panel set within the arm of the chair itself. On either side of him stood an individual dressed in the finest black suits and magical fibers that money could buy. Each of these two men serving as bodyguard for the young aristocrat. Their clothing magically enhanced to provide increased protection. Their weapons hidden from view. Atticus himself, was dressed in a similar fashion. A dark grey over coat that sat over mahogany colored button up with black tie around his neck. His curly long raven locks combed and pulled back into a large pony tail that hung off the side of his shoulder as grey eyes carefully studied the table. He was preparing himself, mentally. This was to be a gathering of some of the most powerful families on the planet and he had orchestrated it. Anxious? Perhaps. Such an undertaking had not yet been done by any of his siblings and, as far as he knew, this would be the first of such an alliance. Slowly, he brought the glass to lips, thinking bittersweet thoughts of ascension and claiming his rightful place as head of house. If this venture did not prove fruitful, perhaps the other would? No, it was best to keep his mind on the task at hand. He’d sent the messages via familiars. The Raven’s, cliche as he thought the name to be, were excellent for such a purpose. Beings of shadow that existed between the stated of life and death. It was through them that he’d invited the others. Everything was prepared. His guest allowed to bring two guards to alleviate his home field advantage, alcohol, tobacco, and other such products had been ordered with staff standing ready to provide if asked. Hell, he’d even gone ahead and ordered snacks in the event that his guests felt peckish during the meetings. A series of cured meats and crackers. horderves, caviar, vegetables with dipping sauce and sweeter fruits and berries. The staff might be incline to believe that he was holding a party. After all, why else would Atticus go through so much trouble of making sure that everything on his island was so perfect? From the possible points or arrival to the divine levels of cleanliness. He was ready though. A small smile pulling on his lips. Perhaps he’d gone overboard? Oh well, let no one say that he wasnt one to go all out.
 
 
Lazarus Gideon Kishimoto
 
The shadows of the chairs and table seemed to writhe and crawl toward the opposite wall from Atticus, pulling together into a large splotch of blackness in the brightly lit room. From the manifested shadow stepped Lazarus Kishimoto, the last known remaining Kishimoto in the Hellifyno solar system. A long black metal staff with an embedded purple crystal orb at the top rested comfortably in the wizard’s right hand and it tapped against the floor with every few steps he took into the room. Similarly to the fashion of his host for the evening, Lazarus wore a dark black double breasted suit coat over a blood red button up with black tie, each made of conjured acromantula silk and trimmed in cloth of gold thread runes that boasted an impressive array of defensive and offensive personal wards. A black longcoat was draped loosely over his shoulders and stark white gloves covered his hands, breaking up the monotony of darkness but for the red ritual seal emblazoned on the backs of the gloves. Straight black hair hung down his past his shoulders, and after a short glance around the room that caught the brightness as a glare off of his orange sunglasses, Lazarus smirked, the point of a fang peaking from behind quirked lips, and reached up to slip them off, tucking them into his coat pocket. Slit blood red eyes revealed, announcing the largest clue to the man’s heritage. “Oh my. I do hope I haven’t arrived too early.”
 
 
Micah J. Wintersong (The Witch of Wintersong)
 
-Emerald gaze wandered the room as the witch entered, taking in the room and the occupants. Looking them over, she suddenly felt a bit underdressed, wearing her simple black tank top and black sweatpants, her feet bare. Shoulder length black hair had been pulled back into a high and tight pony tail, the sides of her head shaved down to peach fuzz, hints of black runes tattooed into her scalp. Several strands dangled beside those emeralds, a few feathers woven in. Her scrawny 5’4″ fame was dwarfed by the rainbow haired witch who accompanied, Delilah towering at 6’7″, and just as underdressed in a red tank top and emerald green jeans, rolled up just below her knees, and very heavily tattooed- Wintersong, as summoned. -The Whiskey Witch announced herself as she made her way to a chair and sat, Del remaining standing behind her and crossing two heavily tattooed arms. Micah set a bottle of cinnamon whiskey on the table and glanced to the other two grinning-
 
Atticus Ravenwood
 
Ah, excellent! The guests were arriving. Atticus had feared they would not answer, though the fear of failure was a natural sensation. Standing, he gave a polite smile to the two heads who had joined him. Motioning a ringed hand towards a seat for Lazarus to take. “Actually, you are right on time. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Atticus Penumbra Ravenwood, second born son of house Ravenwood.” With a wave of his hand, the round table would glow to life. Arcane circuitry quickly waking to produce the seal of his families house for all parties to see. “For generations, we have operated within the multiverse in secret. Our goals to continue the lineage, and to gather as much occult knowladge as possible and consolidate it.” Another wave given, showing flashes of different Ravenwoods throughout the multiverse, each in places of great knowledge, power, and darkness at times. “Our moto has always been ‘When the Abyss Stares back, we do not run, we embrace.” He nods again, the table taking projecting the signant of house Kishimoto as well as a stylized chaos star to represent the Wintersong witches. “I have studdied both of your families for quite some time. Frankly, im impressed.” He chuckled. “The adaptability and creativity of the Kishimoto, the power and unpredictability of the Wintersong. The resources and occult understanding of the Ravenwoods.” Folding his hands behind his back, the image of the Racenwoods appeared, creating a triangle of house iconography that slowly merged into one. Creating the symbol of a hand, its fingers outstretched with a decagramic star marking the palm. At the center, the sigilic image of an eye bearing equilateral triangle within its iris. “The reason i have called you both here, is to offer you a chance to share your knowladge. To pool our resources together so that each of our families may pull from a stronger source of knowladge and a greater power than we could obtain by ourselves. What i am offering, is the formation of a new covenant. Made from the strongest of magical families.” He smiled at each of them before taking his seat. “If we are to stand, why not together?”
 
 
Lazarus Gideon Kishimoto
 
Taking the offered seat with a gracious bow before Atticus began his prepared introduction and presentation, Lazarus was watched it all with a raised eyebrow. Though he was silent while the Ravenwood host spoke, the wizard was carefully weighing options and calling up potential avenues of research in his Occlumency structured mindscape. The praise lain upon his family name was welcome though, drawing a widening smirk from the vampire. Once the presentation and offer was made, Lazarus cleared his throat. “Understandable as it might be for the Kishimoto family to be included in such a proposal, what do the Ravenwoods offer specifically to such an alliance? What resources and knowledge are your family willing to share for the purpose of this venture?” The level of involvement they intended would set the measure for negotiations, from which a more concrete deal could be made.
 
 
Micah J. Wintersong (The Witch of Wintersong)
 
-As the Ravenwood spoke, a snap of the witches fingers conjured a glass for her to pour her whiskey into, quietly taking a sip as she sat and listened. Emerald gaze remained locked on the man as he spoke, a smile forming on those lips as he heard how her witches were described. Powerful and unpredictable. The second part certainly was a fair observation. Gaze drifted to Kishimoto as he presented his questions, and Micah nodded in agreement- In a world like this, allies could be helpful. There are some powerful forces at work in the world. -She said, almost to herself, before turning her gaze back to Atticus- Yes, what would Ravenwood offer in exchange for Wintersong’s knowledge? I’m currently up in my neck with war preparations, and new magic for my Sisters would be appreciated. But because of the nature of my war, I can’t guarantee many witches will return after. Or any at all, that is. -A bit of a frown formed on the woman’s lips at that thought, but only briefly-
 
 
Atticus Ravenwood
 
Atticus smiled. “The Ravenwood family are practiced in all forms of magic. However, our specialty lay in what many would consider ‘Dark Magic’. Specifically, we specialize in Necromancey, biological manipulation, and eldritch secrets pertaining to outer beings and cthonian entities. Through our dealings with with such beings, we have learned to cast magic by invoking the fundamental laws of physics in order to amplify our spells. This includes, but is not limited too, physical enhancements, homunculi production, and spycraft.We also employ a department of magical engineers for the purpose of magitech using arcane circuitry.” He leaned back a bit, resting his jaw on one of his hands as his eyes shot to Micah. “However, if you’d like a demonstation. I have two examples that i have prepared for you.” With a snap of his fingers, the doors to the room would open. Two individuals entering. The first was, for lack of better term, an abomination. A creature with gangling arms that walked on all fours as it entered. Large claws perfect for ripping as it slowly moved in on all fours. Its skin pulled tight over its body and skull like face to show unlipped teeth the size of fingers. The creature hissing and sniffing about, catching the scent of the new individuals. The second, appeared to be a standard humanoid dressed in full black body armor baring the Ravenwood seal and carrying no weapons. Instead, it merely stood at attention. “Allow me to present to you the products of Project Tartarus and Achilies.” He said with a proud tone as he motioned too them. “Both highly evolved and genetically engineered soldiers designed by my family. The beast, is highly adaptable to any enviornment with the ability to evolve to suit its situations and needs. Physically resistant to magical/c
 
 
Atticus Ravenwood
 
effects and attacks while completely subservient to those who know the command spell. Effective shock troops and hunters with a wide range of evolutionary forms. The other, Project Achilies, is a more refined version of the prior. Higher thought function and problem solving making them perfect forces to act in squad based missions and combat with enough magical potential to wield specialized arcane locked weapons. Of course, if needed, much like the Lycanthrope and Kyropteran genus vimpirus, they have tha ability to transfrom into what the engineers call a “War Form” in the event of intense combat situations. Upon death, both of their bodies break down rappidly at the molecular level, ensuring reverse engineering impossible in the event of capture or defeat.” The soldier saluted both Kishimoto and Wintersong as the creature sat like a good dog beside it. “Along with these secrets, i am also willing to put my full share of financial and resources into this covenant and supply such troops when needed for your war effort.”/e
 
 
Lazarus Gideon Kishimoto
 
If their host was being truthful, the benefits of such knowledge and the application of the established magics connected to it would be a significant help to his own projects, surely. Considering that the Wintersong representative had made mention of a war effort, he could see such disposable soldiers offering a potent bargaining chip on their end as well. Already Lazarus could see how some of his own experiments and discoveries could potentially be used to augment the minions further, offering variability and power to them. “Impressive creations. Their function also brings to light knowledge that was used in their creation. Knowledge I am tempted by, if I’m to be honest.” A glance was given to Micah as the wizard conjured his own glass with a wave of his hand over the table, the crystal snifter quickly filling with two fingers of brandy. Reaching into his coat pocket, the vampire withdrew a flask and poured a few drops of blood into the alcohol, making it more palatable to him before taking a sip. “For such an agreement, I would be willing to share my personal research and rune development, including my archive of wand magic. As well, with the resources made available, I can accelerate production of a crystal called Materia. One of these crystals will allow the use of singular battlefield spells, even to those who are untrained in the use of magic. They will still need to have the potential to cast, but these will sidestep the need for years of training.”
 
 
Micah J. Wintersong (The Witch of Wintersong)
 
-The witch turned to the door to watch the two creations enter, an eyebrow raising as she looked the two over and listened to the explanation of their various applications. The Amazon towering behind her smiled at the four legged abomination, and leaned down to whisper something into Micah’s ear, who just sighed and shook her head- No, you don’t get to pet the ‘puppy’. -She muttered back to the tattooed witch, who stood back upright and pouted a bit, hazel gaze locked on the creature- Wintersong is known for our war magic. Many witches have various abilities, including enchantment, conjuration, healing… -Emerald gaze went a bit unfocused, the witch wondering if she could name the various schools the many witches of her Wood were capable of. She took another sip of her whiskey, looking over to Laz as he spoke. Once he finished, she nodded her head a bit- Impressive. Seems I bring the least to the table, other than Wintersong’s muscle. We’re more of a… destructive bunch. Not too skilled in the arts of creating, unfortunately. -Gaze shifted between Ravenwood and Kishimoto-
 
 
Atticus Ravenwood
 
“Raw power is nothing to scoff at.” He would remind Micah. “Its why i called you here. Currently, you represent the largest magical force on the planet. While Kishimoto and I’s families might be powerful in our own right what we lack is the sheer force that you posses.” A small head shake was given. “Strength.” He motioned towards Micah. “Ingenuity”. He motioned towards Kishimoto “Resources.” He motioned to himself. “Together, we have an opportunity to expand our individual goals and influences beyond what we could alone. To go against one of us, is to go against us all. For without the others, the strength of the whole falls.” Once more he stood up and addressed them both. Waving a hand as the soldier and the beast exited. “And together, we could ensure the continued order and protection of the planet itself. Imagine it. A Helifyno free from the chaos that has plagued it.” The table glows again, showing images and clips from tragedies and calamities dating back ten years. The Fae War, The Slayers, The Zombies, Olde Watch’s rise and war against the magical races of the world. The recent televised burning of strippers by religious zealots. “With each calamity, the heroes of Hellifyno have come together in reaction to the disaster. However, ask them to work together to prevent such disasters. To have a plan…” The images swapped to the last peace summit that was held. Individuals and representatives fighting over the idea of who would lead an alliance of the different countries and city states. Many voices rising up, yet none are heard. “And they turn on one another. The calamity passes, countless Non-Privilage Class members die, and we all go back to normal”. There was a hint or irritation in his eyes. To him, it was like watching children with the powers of gods. Each just as selfish and stubborn as the last. Too much so to act for the greater good. “This is the purpose for which i have called you all here. If THEY will not come together and decide on a plan, leadership, and preventative measures in the face of extinction and catastrophy then we, with all of our power and knowladge, have a duty to do so. For only together could we.”
 
 
Lazarus Gideon Kishimoto
 
The speech began as an affirmation of what they stood to gain through an alliance. But as it continued, it became something else. Something more dangerous. “You propose that we guide Hellifyno itself? This planet is a nexus of chaos the likes of which are few and far between among the multiverse. Even with our gathered abilities and resources, such an undertaking would be a monumental task.” Lazarus’s red eyes narrowed, considering what would be needed for the massive challenge of preventing calamities on such a scale. He had personal experience with such, after the destruction of Hellifyno had provided him his first death, only to be revived in vampire form later. But the more he considered, the more he liked what he was hearing. Even if it failed, there was opportunity here. For growth, for status, for knowledge and power. “We would need a significant wildcard shared among us to achieve such. A way to predict the coming disasters to devise plans to prevent them.”
 
 
Micah J. Wintersong (The Witch of Wintersong)
 
-The glass came back up to her lips, and she drained the rest of the liquid inside. She poured herself another bit, swirling the contents as she sat and pondered- As an Avatar of Death and Chaos, those tend to be my bread and butter. -A shake of her head, a bit of a grin forming on her lips- But you’re right. I may be too new to this world to understand or know about most of these calamities, but if they’re anything like what happened with the dragons attacking, then I agree. The lower classes of the world, any world, deserve better than to be constantly looking over their shoulders, concerned about what’s going to try and kill them next. -A frown tugged at the witches lips, looking over towards Kishimoto and pondering what he may mean by a wildcard- Something to even the odds between us and other forces. What would you propose?
 
 
Atticus Ravenwood
 
“As i stated before, we Ravenwoods are incredibly good at spycraft. Even most antimagical barriers take not into account eldritch powers. That being said, such a thing would only serve well against domestic threats and terrorist attacks. Should the slayers or another extra dimensional force, attack, the best we could do is react to such a thing by ensuring safe houses and strongholds. Quick rallying of troops under shared control. Perhaps some sort of grand artifact that allows us all access to such information?” He gave a chuckle. “For now, such a thing is the best i can think of. Even Cthonian entities have their limits when it comes to discerning the future.”
 
 
Lazarus Gideon Kishimoto
 
“Perhaps discerning the future is too much yet, without further study. But before my kin left this world they made extensive ventures in the Hellifyno solar system.” Lazarus waved a hand over the table, forming a simplistic illusion of the planets of the system. The images narrowed slowly until until the illusion was focused on a singular planet. The sixth in the system, with grand rings orbiting it. “This planet is ever changing, cycling wildly through environments of all kinds and gibing rise to creatures never seen before. The answer as to why is simply, magic. These rings and the planet’s moons, from what I understood of the basic information provided, make up a massive anchored spell array that creates the conditions on the planet. It only stands to reason then, that should the array be changed so too will the planet.” The wizard stroked his chin with one gloved hand, considering the layout of the rings and moons. “It would take quite a bit of research, both physical and theoretical, but a divination device could potentially be created from the planet and spell array. The Ravenwood spycraft magical knowledge would be key to this research, of course. And in order to hold any such potential device against those who would seek to disrupt our efforts, we would need the might of the Wintersong. What say you?”
 
 
Micah J. Wintersong (The Witch of Wintersong)
 
-The witch sat and pondered for a few moments, quietly draining her glass again before setting it down. She watched the illusion, considering as she nibbled gently on her lower lip. Eventually, Del would lean down and whisper into her ear. Micah nodded, but remained silent a moment longer- …I helped my Empire conquer my homeworld. Subjugate its populace. -A shake of her head- …kill anyone who stood in our way. -Those emeralds swam with regret, as she bit at her bottom lip again- After that, I swore I’d never involve myself in tyranny again. And to fight back against it where I saw it. -Another few beats of silence, before she focused her gaze on Kishimoto, and then Ravenwood, simply nodding- My Sisters and I are in. We’ll do what we can to keep this world safe from all threats, since it’s become a new home to us.
 
 
Atticus Ravenwood
 
This was excellent. Just what he had hoped for. “Wonderful” he smiled. “Then we are all in agreement. I hereby declare our covenant made. I will begin looking into the planet and divising a way to configure it in such a way as to ensure that our gaze is absolute.” He nodded. “And for you, Wintersong, i will have several platoons of B.O.W’s and Homunculi ready for your use in your war.” Everything was perfect, reaching out, he gave a toast from his wine glass. “To The Covenant of the Eternal Eye!”
 
 
Lazarus Gideon Kishimoto
 
“As well, I have an offer for you and your sisters to help in your war effort. A method of empowerment both magical and physical that requires little preparation.” Lazarus nodded to Micah, willing to aid his fellow conspirators in their efforts for such reciprocation later. Raising his glass of brandy, the vampire grinned. “To the Covenant of the Eternal Eye.” He toasted, having more than his fair share of a love for the dramatic.
 
 
Micah J. Wintersong (The Witch of Wintersong)
 
Wintersong will use these gifts wisely. -The witch grinned as she poured another bit of whiskey, raising her own glass to toast the newly created Covenant- To the Covenant of the Eternal Eye. May we keep this realm safe. -She glanced towards the other two and nodded, before draining her glass. That done, the glass simply disappeared- And whatever the witches can do to aid you and yours in your own endeavors, we shall do our best.
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