The entrance to the HQ of the Knight Order of the Elements stood tall and mighty with its massive magic-infused thick walls and anti-darkness enchants. The mighty tall doors wws preferably opened at all time during the time of peace but can be closed when danger is at hand. Outside the town lies the path leading to the Town of Horon, the Farmlands, and ownard northward.

*From the Farmlands*

From the farmlands appeared what seemed armored soldiers of unknown species. But as they drew closer, it was appearant of the presence of the Twili. (That is, if the Order knew what the Twili were and stuff).
Even if they looked somewhat ready for war, having weapons and armor but not drawn and lack siege engines, the Twili stopped some distance away from the entrance. This was to avoid showing hostility and plainly to not stand in the way for people entering and leaving the town.
The little army was only about fifty people so it would pose no threat if it would attack.

The Twilight Princess, garbed with protective robe and a small mask before her eyes, sat on her throne carrier that were carried by her servants. Having educated herself in these manners, she knew what to do.
"Raise the flag", she ordered, and leaned back on her chair. "And get the boys ready".
"Yes, Milady", the captain said and made sure to proceed with the orders.

Shortly after, a large white flag was displayed above their heads, to show the knights from the Element Order that they meant no harm and wanted to talk.

The Knights soon spotted the small army, and the gates opened slightly, allowing a messenger to come out. Meeting with the twilis in the fields, the knight looked at Monique. One thing was a person eventually getting in to join or to get food, but the way in which the visitors acted and what they wore was most definitely something to check before giving them permission to enter.

"Good Morning." The well mannered gentleman said. "I will have to ask you to state your business in the Town of Order. It's not very often that we recieve military personnel around here."

Monique smiled with delight under her mask and greeted the messenger with opened arms. She showed no hostilities and had ordered her men to hold their weapons loosely and not ready at all.
"Of course. We of the Twili Emissary would like to discuss with your leader about the possibilities of creating a unition against a common enemy", she replied politely to him. "I am sure he is busy but I hope you could in other else let me speak to another representative in his stead. That is, if he is interested. In return for your protection, we will grant you crucial information".
It was pretty hot this morning. A servant fanned lightly at the Princess' direction. The soldiers of the Twilight looked pretty fatigued and bored.

"Very well, I am sure one of our six leaders is available. But our streets are quite crowded, it would be a bit messy to send all your personnel with you, milady, but I believe we can allow a minor force, or we can agree upon a neutral ground." The Knight called another one to send the message to Sir Laerth. After all, not only he was the one in charge of the security, but the best currently available leader.

"That is all right. I can go in with only one bodyguard. I have heard your stupenduous reputation of your rightfulness and honor. I feel safe to go with minimum force", she assured the messenger with a friendly tone. The Princess stood up from her seat and climbed caredully down (while trying to ignore the delightful moans of lessened encumbrance coming from her servants) and summoned one, single guard to come with her. She positioned her robed figure after the messenger was was ready to leave.
"After you", she said.

Meanwhile, a small squad of Twili assassins (10 in numbers) had in beforehand taken the other route up the mountains through levitation and shadow blending to sneak above the walls of the town. They waited in the shadows, and were patient for the signal to move.

The Knight nodded, and started to leave. The gates opened, allowing the princess to go in with her bodyguard.

In the square, the messenger would await to send her to the right building to talk with the available leader.

The Twilight Princess walked graciously after the message carrier, escorted only by her bodyguard Karsh'ten. He was not her best she had but was an expendable unit should something go wrong. Armed only with his spear and large shield, she roamed alongside his mistress like an obedient dog.

Together, they opened the massive doors. Curious bystanders awed at the display of the unknown. Not many had ever seen a Twili before. Not that they were too different from a normal human being but they sure had a special grace of appearance only they had. Monique could smell the small trace of initial fear that had gathered here. It seems people were at first worried a war would break out today this morning. Now, there was only the stench of relievance. People were so assured an extra ally would benefit them.
Enjoying the attention, Monique strode into the plaza. She casually looked around, handing out kind smiles and nods to ease the worry and give the people a false sense of security. Oh, no, they were far from safe. Around 99% safe. But it is always that last digit that can mean the difference from survival and imminent destruction. Like a missing brick to a tall monument, it could all crumble if not properly handled.

*To the Plaza inside the Town of Order*

*from the Farmlands*

Circe got near the entrance before the swordsman and the sorcerer...weird. She looked around and saw armored soldiers...but they were not knights. Or at least...not very cuddly ones. She kept her distance, and walked towards the gates of the town. During her time in the Citadel, she knew who they were, but stayed silent. And being polite, she waited for the two gentlemen known as Thoriphes and Sartor.

*from the farmlands*

Sartor walked in his normal phaze, but he did not think that circe was going to be that fast. In that dress it was a surprise she was able to move so fast, but the sorcerer did not comment anything about the matter. He was not really interested in it anyway. "Looks like we are here, I have a feeling our ways will part soon" he said, this was both to Thoriphes and Circe. But the sorcerer did not say more and just continued to walk, he stopped for a moment and closed his eyes....he sighed a little and nodded slightly. After that he continued to walk towards the gates into the town itself, he was not bothered by anything of the things present.

*To the plaza*

Circe was a little worried about everything. What would happen now? Would Sartor prove she wasn't paranoid and create chaos? Or would Aethelnoth do that? Perhaps she was too tired. She entered the town, ready to see what the future had in store for her.

*to the main plaza*

*from the main plaza*

The sorceress looked at the fields. It seemed that a single blimp floated over them, near the town. And it worked with the technology Linebeck had told her that was forbidden. Quite unusual. But then, she was distracted by the wind blowing in the farmlands. The scenery sent her mind far away, to her past. After more pleasant and unpleasant memories, she seemed to have more confidence. Sartor was an agent of chaos. Would she allow him to tear apart this world? No, she would fall before this world was destroyed beyond salvation.

But how would she stop Sartor? His power proved to be great long ago. But she...she lost precious time, and power. She was trapped while he grew in power. She needed help. Her potential that had driven her to choosing a sorceress' path was nearly untapped, she knew it. She hadn't even gotten her mage staff! It is but the most important tool for connecting with magic. And she needed one, now. But...where? She remembered reading about mages who made their staves themselves, some who were cast into the wild to connect with ancient spirits to get theirs...and very few who inherited it.

She looked at the town. Once Thoriphes was there, they had to talk. Without organizing their actions, they would lose the precious time they had.

*From the Town*

Thoriphes came a bit after. He had to tie his shoelaces. When he finally caught up to the fleeing Circe, he raised a hand to salute her once more.
"Hey...", he said, and lowered his hand. "...Again. What's the hurry? Did you drop a ring or something? We need to talk to the Order guys about Aethelnoth...".


*From the Town*

Monique and her bodyguard hastefully marched past the civilians and soldiers to get away from the light-infesting area that was the Town of Order. The monarch blasted past the two persons, not giving them any attention as she took them as any civilian, and went to her camp in the field.

When she reached her troopers, Monique told her second-in-command to hold things steady here while she would "go check a thing". In reality, she just wanted a time-out from this light.

*Teleport to Aethelnoth's Citadel; Throne Room; Hyrule*

Circe looked at Thoriphes. She was a little hesistant to tell the swordsman, but she had no reason to lie to him. "Well...I think that I wasn't fully separated from Aethelnoth...I still feel some of his darkness inside me. Or perhaps it is my dark seal. The ward in the town has hurt me a bit. I guess I should see if a paladin can cleanse that out of me...but...you're right, we must talk to the Order first."

"Oh... I see... Well, isn't that troublesome?", Thoriphes commented and let out a tired sigh. "Let's wait for a little moment then until they are done then".

In the meanwhile, Thoriphes couldn't help but to notice the little group of weirdos planting themselves out in the field. Somehow, they looked familiar but he was sure he had never seen any of them before. Wonder what kind of business they had? But meh, he then though. Maybe they are just a new species that had evolved and developed over the past 200 years or something. Maybe they were affilated with any of the others, like the Zoras or the Gorons. But who knows?

After staring at the crowd, Thoriphes grew bored and looked overanxiously at his comrade.
"Are you feeling ready soon? Is the over-lightness gone yet?", he asked her, expecting to have all the answers placed directly on the table before him. "I will not turn any younger by all this waiting...".

"Yes, I believe that I am ok now. I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Thoriphes. I have a lot in my mind right now...I may as well be getting a little confused on what I should do first." The sorceress got closer to the sheikah and looked him in the eyes, which showed she was worried.

"Don't you feel...sort of 'rusty' after being dead all these years? I mean, I was trapped in a book and then bound to a demon, my body feels a little weak right now. And it's embarassing to admit that I can't cast most of the spells I know, since I never was able to make my own staff." Circe looked away, feeling like a burden. She hated when her noble roots got herself in situations like this. If only she had been born in a family of mages...

Thoriphes raised his eyebrows and looked a bit creeped out by Circe nearing him. By sheer instincts, he took a step back, but kept listening. Women... And their problems... But at least she seemed ready to go, at last.
"Rusty? Not really... In fact, I feel more alive than I ever have... At least in this lifetime...", the Sheikah assured her, not sure what else to say. "I'm sure you will regain your strenght with the time. How hard can it be to cut a little piece of a tree and make a cane out of it...?".
In any case, Thoriphes began heading in once again. But then the earthquakes came... It took him completely by surprise.

The Sheikah fell flat onto the ground, along with the other people who couldn't hold themselves up. As it finally subdued, he went up to his knees and successfully made it up to his feet once more. Then this ominious voice began speak to him. Him, of all people. Aw, great... Another darn distraction...
Letting out a deep sigh and a roll of his eyes, Thoriphes said the only thing he could say to this monster.
"Not really, no... You're mistaking me from somebody else...", he told it.
The Sheikah was sure the holy guards inside could deal with this thing, so he decided not to mind it, as long as it wouldn't turn hostile.
"I really don't have time for this... Gotta find Aethelnoth...", he thought and began walking around it back into the city, after grabbing Circe's hand with his free hand.
...But knowing the forces of evil, it probably would go hostile. They are often meant to bring destruction about. So Thoriphes kept a close eye on this entity, and was prepared for an evasive maneouver.

Circe was deep in thought, but when the shadows started to crawl out of the woodwork, her thoughtful look was replaced with an annoyed expression. Was it a coincidence that this thing had appeared in the exact time interval in which Thoriphes and herself let Sartor be alone somewhere?

And talking about Thoriphes, the sorceress felt him dragging her towards the town. She almost fell, but luckily she reacted right on time. She followed him, trying her best to not fall. "This is not good...not at all..."

*from The Skies of Labrynna*

The Order Fleet arrived right on time, traveling through a great warp gate.

The blimps soon covered the skies of Holodrum, and started to spread out to avoid becoming easy targets. The Wind Knights on several blimps tried their best to dispel the dark clouds, whilst the rest chanted a light spell to protect the fleet, like the ward over Order Town.

The enemy had underestimated Order Town's guard as well. Wind Knights used their magic in unison with Light Knights to hold back the supernatural mist.

And at last, the Order's finest war machine, the Dragonlance arrived. Its standard siege weapons would be rather useless since their targets seemed to lack a solid form for now, not to mention the price they'd pay for missing a shot. However, its best weapons were actually the heroes that stood in the ship's deck. Althalos Dragonheart, along with his wife, had the power of the Triforce of Power and Wisdom, respectively.

Althalos decided to see in which direction things would go, and waited for the creature to be fully 'summoned', as it seemed that it was just the beginning.

And luckily, the Order had a safety protocol to protect themselves from something such as this. The civilians were being taken to the mountainside to escape through tunnles that went past the mountains and would take them to safety in the Faron Woods of Hyrule. Paladins and Knights that were not casting magic or getting ready to fight helped the civilians move to safety.

[I]Noth snorted a little to the mans word, the black body was starting to take on a more physical form. The skin slowly got the color of dried out paper, but also very similar of the skin of a dead man. Slowly a pair of large wings also began to grow out from it's back. When it all was done the creature had taken on a very bizzare form....


"You are a man of pride, yes you are a shekiah. Pathetic creatures, your kind sealed me into a gem for many generations. Are you ready to pay the price for your peoples crime?" it continued and slowly raised one hand to point at the swordsman. "Meet me in the square of this town, I do not care how many you are to face me. But if YOU do not show then I will kill everything innocent in this town I can find. Be it human, woman or child...infants or healers. They will all die." it whispered and then Noth chuckled as his body dissappeared down into the ground.

Thoriphes listened to what it said, but couldn't agree with it, no matter how much he tried.
He never considered himself one of the true Sheikah... He had once tried to destroy it back in the old days. And those lives inside the town meant nothing to him, so he didn't see why he should care. He was not a hero, and this was clearly the Order's problem; not his.
But alas, he knew Circe wouldn't like his way of thinking, so he decided to let her decide. He turned around to face her with a very tired face.
"I don't want to fight this guy, and I couldn't care less for the innocent... Do you want me to fight that freak anyway?", he asked, also making sure to let go off her hand. "And I who just got revived...".

Althalos saw the creature dwelling further into town, and it would clearly harm any innocents left. He looked at the fleet and the army he had available. Then, an idea of an incredibly dark nature came up. If most of the civilians had left, and his army had nearly evacuated the town and sealed the mountain access gates, the siege cannons would be able to blow that...abomination...to nothing but ash. But he could not bring himself to order his troops to open fire at their own home.

He then remmebered of his gift. With the Triforce, taking down the beast was going to be easier. And if Roselynne could aid him in battle, even better. The Knight Commander looked at his wife, and hoped that she was having the same idea as him.

Meanwhile, Circe wondered what she could say to Thoriphes. She cared about the innocents, but something inside her made her feel bad for throwing Thoriphes into such a fight. From the very moment they met, she tried to help him, and he did the same in exchange. Not to mention that their teamwork even allowed both to be reborn. She could tell that under his quiet and sometimes cold personality, Thoriphes had a heroic purpose. So, if he was to fall in battle saving a few innocents, when he could save thousands more.

But there was more than that. He wanted revenge...he seemed to have a personal vendetta with Aethelnoth. She wouldn't find it fair to let him die so soon and before he could even achieve one of his goals. And the knights pretty much had it under control, or so it seemed. She let out a little sigh before making her decision. "I won't ask that of you, Thoriphes. You have greater goals than just fight for the innocent. That is the job for the very knights who built this city, and for myself. You don't have to follow me, really. This is a fight between me, and Sartor, I think. Even if this isn't his doing, I just couldn't have peace of mind knowing that I could have saved innocent lives. I guess this is 'goodbye'..." The sorceress was ready to face the beast, and let destiny determine her fate.
*Circe to the Plaza(I think)*

Thoriphes stood there as frozen, feeling very hesitant on his next action. It felt nice that Circe understood him and his feeling about this entire thing, but he couldn't bear the shame if something would happen to her. After all, they both has something there; a distinct connection that intertwines them. He wasn't quite sure what exactly, but he knew they needed each other to survive in this strange and unfamiliar world.
The old Sheikah put a tired hand on his forehead, feeling the age catching up to him. At least the mental part of it. Even if he appeared young on his outer self, he had lived long and was really a tired, old man. Had he encountered this beast during his heightest peak, he would feel more confident. But he had lost some of his edge, he knew. He had been aware of this on his last battle. His hand- and feet coordination was acting faster than what his mind could handle, and he couldn't concentrate as easy as when he was just a lad.
With all cards up front, he could admit he had lost his touch for battle. He had spent his last 30 years on his past life to raise children, be a loving husband and handle animals. He hadn't fought anything at all till he was raised and brought back again. The sensation was still there; the lust for battle was drying up. Only the adrenaline and passion of youth was fueling him, and, of course, the hunt for vengance.

With a tired sigh (yet again), Thoriphes walked with a hasteful pace after this damsel. She had just entered and he had to hurry up if he would catch up in time.
"Hey, wait up!", he said in a loud voice, and followed her in back to the town.

*To the Plaza*

Roselynne had not been talking much, she was looking down at the city with her gentle eyes, she seemed to be in her own thoughts. She did not like this thing, the creature had waste powers and she had never felt anything like it before. Whatever this thing was it was angry, very angry. The lady slowly looked at her husband when she noticed his gaze, she smiled a little to him. It was not going to be a problem to take care of this creature, even without the triforce they would do it.

"It will work out fine darling" she told him softly. Then she walked closer and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. "I will help you fight thing evil, but I have a feeling he have no wish to kill the innocent. But this creature is older then anything I have ever meet before and I mean anything." she swallowed a little and then she took a deep breath of air. "Let's go to the plaza my love"

Nothing was more motivating to Althalos than have Roselynne by his side, willing to help him to the bitter end. And so, he ordered his men to stay out of the fight, but to hold position and blast the beast to smithereens, should it get out of town.

"And this time, I'm glad you're with me, my little fairy. Together, we shall not let our town turn to ashes."Then, the knight grabbed Roselynne and jumped down from the Dragonlance, right into the center of the town.

*to the Plaza*

*From the Skies of Labrynna; North Mountains; Labrynna*

Aboard the Dragonlance, Miryan stood on the deck together with the undead form of Seltraeh. Two disguised abomination standing in the midst of a knight crew... Good thing they weren't so hostile against them. However, it seemed they wouldn't let them go that easily.
The Twili witch let out a cough, trying to get the attention of the closest knight.
"Ahem... Hello, excuse me? If you don't mind, we need to see a priest or a spiritualist. Can you help us? Or just let us go...".
This was so dull, Miryan thought. They were probably not going off so easily from this ship. They needed to find someone who can help Seltraeh, but would they allow it?

Down below, Miryan looked at the battle that was being issued in the town. A large creature was there, causing a commotion. This could perhaps work to their favor.
"Sir Knight, please let us help you fight the monster and help your people; that's the least we can do for you. We are capable fighters".
Hope this would work...

*from the skies of Labrynna*

Sir Seltraeh watched Miryan's attempt to get them out of the ship, but suddenly something more important caught his attention. The Garo Squad. HIS Garo Squad. They were close. Closer than he expected. And then, he noticed them, in a less crowded part of the ship, next to some barrels. And he saw a gloved hand as well. His gloved hand. They had his body! Perfect!

The knight turned and noticed the woman behind him. He clearly remembered hearing that she was an ex-dark crusader seeking sanctuary along with her creepy looking friend. They were an uncommon duo. Even if he did not have the power to make decisions that high officers should do, something inside of him, be it innocence or just a feeling, told him that perhaps they could be useful in the fight at the town. Or maybe it was just the fact that she had a pretty face. "Very well, you are free to leave. There is a teleport crystal in the lower decks that should take you to the ground below the Dragonlance.

"Thank you kindly, light-dwe-... ahem, good sir knight...", Miryan said, correcting herself. She moved her head to the side, looking at Seltraeh's face. It seemed he was distracted by something temporarily. Too bad.
With that, the Twili lady made herself ready for combat. She turned around, swiped her cloak aside, and held her instruments at ready. With that, she began walking out to the edge of the ship. This daring action put some crewmembers into alert, but saw her leave the deck with the power of her mind.
Miryan floated down toward the town, face first. The target was wide open, and it seemed to be some kind of an undead creature. Fire would be best here...

Wether Seltraeh followed her or not, she moved on.

*Miryan to the main plaza*

Seltraeh heard the footsteps on the ship's wooden deck, and turned just to see Miryan jump off the ship. Oh, my...he couldn't do that in his current body...he needed, the usual method. And so, in a magical blast of confetti, the magician followed Miryan.

*to the Plaza*

*From the fields*

The messenger entered the village, and came to a ghost town, filled with lava, dead bodies... AND MONSTERS!? A monster dropped down behind him when he entered the town, and began to chase him. He was no fighter, so he ran like a sissy girl forwards, avoiding as many monsters as he could. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, they were coming closer!

*To the plaza*

*From the farmlands*


People were leaving. And something seemed to break the whole town apart in the centre of the city. She saw some refugees, a family of two. Mother and child, running through. She wished she could be like them, to just run.
Her husband would looked if they were okay, mend their wounds. A character trait she found attractive in him when he lived. Now when the death had done them apart, she felt disgust. But something urged her further, to walk where the line between death and life wasn't clear.



Geoffrey followed his mistress. Quietly and knowing of the impending danger. He alone felt the strange powers here. But Lily couldnt really understand that, so he barked, and followed into the destruction.


*To the Plaza*

*From the farmlands*

The cloaked man slowly walked in thought the gates, it was not very many guards around and no one bothered to really pay attention to him. Not that Zezil minded it to be that way, he was sick and tired of this world of light and just wanted to get home again, home to the gentle twilight world where efterything was better then in this....place, to bright for his taste.
Well now to find information about the lost sister! The twili champion walked up to a knight and gave him a casual poke on the shoulder. "Excuse me" he commented with a slow and almost bored tone to the voice.

The knight looked around to see if he was talking to someone else, then he nodded a little. "Uhm...can I help you sir?" he asked. Zezil shrugged a little. "Have you seen a young lady, cloaked and with a pair of goggles?" he asked. The knight thought a little then he seemed to remembere something. "Yes...was her clothes black? Because then she was the woman that flew into the town not all to long ago." Zezil did not take more time to talk and continued past the knight towards the direction where he had told the woman was going in. So the sister could be around then?

*to the plaza*

*from the Main Plaza*

Althalos arrived soon in the Dragonlance, along with his wife. He was greeted by a few knights, who were eager to know what their leader had to say. "Well," he cleared his throat. "Horon Town's mayor apparently declared war on our town. I find this event as odd as this sudden strike on our town, my brothers. So, before we discuss what to do with our home, we must first avoid unnecesary bloodshed. The Dragonlance shall depart to Horon immediately, no need for backup blimps, we don't want to intimidate them any further. The ship shall stay above the clouds, and a smaller troop will follow me to talk with the mayor.

The knights nodded. Soon, the ship was turning to the east, and towards Horon at full speed. It started to gain more altitude, and soon it was above the clouds.

*to the Skies of Horon*