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Long Night of Solace; [Tag: Cauldron]
Topic Started: Oct 7 2014, 02:20 AM (836 Views)
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She sat by the door in draconic form, her wings folded neatly against her back, the blade on the end of her tail tapping gently against the ground. Irasotiel was not impatient, but she was eager to be out and on her way.

Even now Nondir was ravaged by the effects of the massive earthquake that had stricken the land on the night of her hatching. Heavy snow brought down buildings weakened by the violent event, minor aftershocks continued to plague the city, and if you managed to survive all of that then the absolutely bitter cold was more than willing to take your life instead. It was as if the planet itself was trying to rid itself of Nondir, like it was little more than a boil that needed lancing so that the infection could drain and healing could begin. Sadly, that particular metaphor was far too apt; there was a disease in Nondir that not even the Seraphic dragon was sure she was able to cure, for it had been given far too much time to sink into the bones of the land itself and continue infecting the people who lived there.

But even in the darkness not all are lost, and there were those out in the driving wind and snow who needed aid. Healers swarmed the city, but there were simply too many wounded, too many trapped in the rubble needing help, for everyone to be aided. Perhaps that was why her request to travel into the city had been granted, though it was... bothersome that she needed to have permission at all. Her mortal body was still young, however, and rules were rules. She was not apt to break them simply because her soul was ancient, even when she could feel so many people suffering beyond the walls of the hatching complex.

She was being permitted to help. That in and of itself was a blessing, one she was not about to question. Unfortunately she needed an escort while out in the city, and while Irasotiel had been granted one, no one had bothered to inform her who that guardian was. Apparently, no one had informed her guardian when they were leaving, either, or else it was expected of her to simply wait on their whims.

She was patient. She would wait.
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New elements showing up were always met with some sort of trepidation, no one knew what they were really capable of, nor what drove them. The element didn't always modify the desire of those that had it, but some seemed prone to certain courses of action. He hoped that the Seraphs would be more of a blessing than a curse, but he still had his doubts. At best he imagined they were an omen of terrors yet to come, and at worst he imagined they might turn into the terrors. He still did not know how some of them had become fallen, after all.

The ground began to shake again under Irasotiel's feet, the tremors were light at first but grew with intensity. At first it may have seemed like more aftershocks, but they were too rhythmic, and stopped suddenly. The great door the to the wyrmling barracks, that lead to the outside shuddered and then slid away into the walls to reveal a hulking monster of a dragon on the other side. Flames rose from his eyes as if hell burned within that shell of skull-clad armor, the metal that covered every inch of the creature reeked of death magic. Massive bubbling cauldrons of metal spewed steady streams of death vapors into the air that seemed to dissolve into nothingness above them.

The ever present grin of his skull like face mask turned this way and that, before looking down to the creature that barely rose to his ankles. There was a snort, and a ring of smoke floated down and collided with the ground just around the perimeter of the angelic creature, who in contrast to the company looked all the more divine. Heaven, and hell on earth.

"FROM DARKNESS I COME, TO THIS GROWING LIGHT. AGAINST HEAVEN AND HELL WE BOTH WILL FIGHT, BREAKING THE DAWN FOR ANOTHERS PLIIIIIGHT~!"

His voice was loud and deep, it was the kind of sound that shook you to the very bones... It was potentially terrifying, but also amusing as he belted out what sounded like half death metal song, and half speech.

"IRASOTIEL, BEFORE YOU STANDS CAULDRON, THE CRUCIBLE OF CARNAGE, FIRE, AND DEATH. TO WHAT DO I OWE THE HONOR OF YOUR REQUEST?"

The question was less song this time, but just as loud. He obviously didn't care who or what heard him, he was true to himself before anything else. He only curbed his tendencies out of politeness or respect, though he doubted that the seraph would feel insulted by loud noises.

Irasotiel would recognize Cauldron as the one that brought the tech egg to the hatching, and probably from the stories as the one that killed a titan egg on the hatching grounds, when ordered to do so by Illirian. Despite this many didn't blame him, though many also did. He had a very strange reputation of being an absolute horror and monster, as well as being a kind gentleman.


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Irasotiel stood when she felt the ground beginning to tremble once more, preparing to take to the air if it proved necessary. It did not, as it turned out, for the localized earthquakes were not Nondir shaking from within, but without. The reason why became clearly evident when the massive hatchery doors slid open; without stood an equally massive creature, a dragon who reeked of death and pain and terror even before he set foot inside of the hatchery. Perhaps someone had hoped that by sending this one she might change her mind, as if such a hellish looking monstrosity would frighten her into not going out into the city to tend the wounded and weary souls of Nondir.

They were badly mistaken. For all that Cauldron (and she knew exactly who he was) was more than capable of squashing her like a tiny, multi-winged, angelic insect, Irasotiel was not afraid of him. Wary, perhaps, as all intelligent beings are of a thing that can do them massive harm on a whim, but not fearful. His great, booming voice was somewhat painful to her ears, but she neither flinched nor fled, simply tilted her head at his curious method of speaking. It was almost a sort of poetry... if poetry was ever recited to the shrieking of pained metal and the cold, bitter burn of death magics.

"You have my greetings, Cauldron, and my thanks," she replied with a graceful inclination of her head. Irasotiel's voice was calm and serene in spite of being faced with one such as he, and in spite of knowing who he was and what he had done in this world. She did raise her voice somewhat, if only to ensure that he was able to hear her from so far above her head. "It is my wish to go out into the city and aid those who are in need of it. There are those in dire peril not just from the earthquake, but because they are not deemed worthy of aid by those who somehow call themselves healers."

She was not the judgmental sort, Irasotiel, because she believed it was not her place to judge, but there was a certain hardness to her voice as she finished. A true healer did not deem the needy unfit for aid; they helped all who needed their services, regardless of rank or social standing.

"As this mortal form I inhabit is young, I am required to have an escort if I wish to leave the hatchery. I would be sincerely grateful if you might accompany me as I aid those who have need of it."
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The monstrous dragon nodded its head to her as she spoke her thanks, a grin was hidden behind that armor... or at least, the idea of a grin was hidden there. His facial features were often in a sad state of disrepair in the oven he built around himself. Still, no one intended to frighten her off. Cauldron saw the request languishing with no answer in sight, and had decided to take it upon himself once things had calmed down enough that he felt it safe. If she had been frightened off, he wouldn't have minded either, he wanted to know what these hatchlings were like and somewhat of what he would be up against in the future... If things proceeded upon their likely course.

It seemed she had some choice words about who was worthy of aid in this city too, it was strange to see such an opinionated wyrmling, but then again these Seraphs were odd in many ways. There was a sudden loud clang from his back as the lids fell down onto the cauldrons, the horns that rose from the skulls of them twisting around and latching the covers into place. It seemed to quench the deathly miasma that rose from them for the moment, but bubbling could still be heard from within. He didn't seem to wait for that to settle much before he deftly slid a hand under her legs, scooping her up rather unceremoniously, and raising her to his head level.

...Perhaps it was a sign of respect, to look at another at their own level, or intimidation. His eyes looked like gateways into the inferno of hell, his jaws were instruments of unholy destruction, covered in a mask of death infused metal. Even his horns looked like they were crafted by the devils own hand, black, sharp, and overbearing.

"I will be your company on this trip, and seeing as this is your decision... Where shall we go? Whom have you decided shall live, and who shall you let die?" His voice was deep, and rough, the volume was lower as it was obviously directed only at Ira... It almost sounded like some sort of test, but in truth was more of curiosity. He knew who he would pick, or rather, who he had already picked and has been helping on and off for the past few days.

He turned his head slightly and glanced down the road, as if thinking... He realized that she might not know the lay of the land so to speak, and decided to give her a couple options to help. "The noble quarter has those with the wealth to help support Nondir, The Broken wings, where many weary dragons and riders reside, The residential district, where the workers, and the poor of Nondir live, and the black market... Which houses many of the less reputable 'citizens'. All of these places have wounded in need of help, though some harbor more wounded than others." It was well known that the decrepit residential district was the worst for the wear.


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It was slightly alarming to be so easily plucked off of her feet, but there was no ill intent obvious in Cauldron's gesture so Irasotiel did not struggle. She could just as easily have hovered in front of him on her own if he had requested it of her, but the massive death metal dragon seemed content to hold her in his foreclaws as if she was little more than a child's plaything, a fragile glass figurine that he was easily capable of crushing if he decided he wanted to do so. The Seraph stood her ground, however, the only concession to her new position being that she flared her wings to help keep her balance, her legs splayed slightly against his palm.

"It is not mine to choose who shall live and who shall perish," she answered him thoughtfully, honestly somewhat surprised by the question. She had not expected him to particularly care whom she chose to help with her abilities... but then, he was well acquainted with death. Perhaps it was simple, professional curiosity. "Only the Celestial can fate such things. I will provide aid and succor to those who live and, if necessary, guide the souls of those who have passed into Paradise."

Or perhaps his question had been far more literal than she'd thought. Irasotiel tilted her head again, considered her options, and decided that it was a little of both; she was but one soul, and she could not be in many places at once. Whoever she chose to help, that choice would condemn others to death because she had not chosen them instead. Such was her fate, and such was the nature of balance. All things were paid for in kind; only a life was able to balance out the cost of another life.

"I believe the denizens of the residential district have the most dire need of my aid," she decided finally. So often it was the commoners, the so-called lowborns who suffered the most in times such as these, and this was especially true in Nondir. "If you would be so gracious as to take me there, of course."
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It was impossible to tell what he was really looking at, the flame that rolled out of the sockets in his helmet held no form other than what might be expected of fire. It was possible though, to feel what he was looking at, and at the moment it was obvious he was scrutinizing every detail of the Seraph in his hand. His gaze, his force of personality felt so intense up close it was almost stifling. Her answers were listened to with intent, not once did he seem distracted while she was talking.

"I wonder which of us really know more about death. Soon you will be able to choose when others perish." His voice rumbled deeply with amusement, he tended to be rather literal when possible, which she soon caught on to... Her first answer was pretty informative, but the second one was slightly more so. He had thought that would probably be where she wished to go, he had been spending his 'off' time there excavating people and dealing with the dead. By now most of the people that had been trapped in rubble were either rescued or dead, so the only real digging was when buildings collapsed due to the weakness caused from the quake.

"BUT OF COURSE YOUNG LADY!" The fires in his eyes flared up for a moment, and then died out almost completely. A dull glow still emerging from the mask of the helmet but no more fire. The skull that decorated the top of his helmet suddenly seemed to melt and warp, parts bending this way and that until they ceased their reshaping in the form of seat meant for her draconic form. It was built of metal skulls, bones, spikes and snakes, but at least whoever was riding within it would be safe enough. "YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND, AND I SHALL GUIDE YOU THROUGH THIS CUUUURSED LAAAND~" His voice roared down the streets and rattled windows, not that there many in this area that would care. With his half-song finished he took a partial step back and bowed, offering to her the seat he had made... Though there was also apparently a large saddle pack further down on his back, with many supplies seemingly grafted to the black metal. Barrels, boxes, crates, and a few seats and stretcher like attachments.

It looked like he had been planning to go one of these places with, or without her.


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He was an unusual dragon, this Cauldron. Numerous were the tales of his horrific deeds and evil intent, of the havoc and violence he had wrought, oftentimes at the Emperor's command. And yet... he did not feel evil. She could feel his soul, and while he had certainly done terrible things, Cauldon's soul lacked the taint of ill intent carried by one such as the Fallen, or even by Karasugoi. That he had done terrible things was beyond question, that he looked terrifying was obvious, that his wrath, once earned, was a thing to be feared, and yet...

"I will not contend that I know more of the act of death than you," the Seraph replied. How strange it must seem to anyone who saw them; the massive Death dragon and the minute Seraphic engaging in such a well-mannered philosophical discussion as this. "But I believe I am somewhat better versed in what comes after."

Was she... teasing him? Surely not.

"And do we truly choose to end another's life, or are we simply fated to be the instrument of their demise?"

It was a debate as old as creation; fate versus free will. How much of a being's actions were their own choice and how much of it was fated? Was a murderer truly responsible for the actions that led him to end another's life, or was he simply acting as he had been intended to act from the moment of his birth? Was free will an illusion, or was fate a construct created by those who wanted an escape from the consequences of their actions? Was life dictated by one or the other... or both in equal measure?

Now was perhaps not the best time for an extended debate, what with people in dire need of rescue and healing. There was little hope for those who were still trapped beneath the rubble, but there were still plenty who needed supplies and shelter, who had injuries that needed tending to. Irasotiel rocked back on her haunches as Cauldron's voice boomed over her once more, ears pinning flat against her skull. He'd been loud enough from the ground, but now she was seated directly in front of his muzzle and the results were deafening. Was he also secretly a Sound dragon, what with his love of unnaturally loud music?

Watching the metal of his helmet suddenly shift and warp was somewhat disconcerting. It was touching that he might consider her comfort on this trip, even if it was made within the hellish deathscape of his own armor. Before she moved to take her seat, however, Irasotiel rose up to stand on her hind legs, wings flared out for balance as she observed the supplies almost welded to the massive dragon's spine. Food, perhaps, and certainly no small amount of medical accoutrements. This was not the haphazard collection of a dragon acting as an unwilling escort, but the fastidious planning of one who knew what he was doing.

"Hm... you are a fascinating creature," she mused before daintily climbing from his massive palm and carefully picking her way across his even more massive head. Irasotiel fit within the shielded seat quite well, and was grateful for the consideration; she was simply too small to be able to keep up with Cauldron in any fashion, and they would surely make faster time to the residential district under his considerable power. How strange they must have looked; the massive, mighty Death dragon with a tiny, glowing Seraphic sitting in the middle of his helmet like a luminescent jewel. "I am grateful for these accommodations, Cauldron, and am ready to depart if you are as well."
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Unusual was probably an understatement when describing the massive death dragon, he had rather unique views on almost any subject you might question him about. He didn't strive to be different, but he was, and he felt no need to change so that others might relate to, or accept him better. He often said that he would rather make a place for himself, than find somewhere to fit in. Not that many people remembered anything about him other than his massive capabilities for death and destruction.

He grinned when she said that she likely knew better about what came after death, he supposed it was possible she knew more about what happened in the long term after someones final death... He was no stranger to crossing that veil though, whether when his body was destroyed, or when reaching through and pulling things back into this world. It was rare that he found the other side anything like the shining example of heavenly energy before him though, had such a shining place been accessible to the death elements he imagined that far fewer would choose to return after seeing it.

"Hmm... It doesn't matter." His response came as though it was a question he had answered many times before, or had long thought about. For a moment it seemed that was going to be the capacity of his response, but as she boarded his helmet he continued. "If we make our own decisions, we will have to live with them, if it is some cosmic being deciding our fate then whatever we think we decided would happen regardless. In the end you just have to act the way you see fit." It seemed that he had caught on that his voice could potentially deafen her, and was adjusted accordingly. He was still loud, but not enough to make her wince from it. "Fascinating, that is a kind way of putting it. Are you capable of any other way of being?"

The metal beneath her felt warm, and almost alive despite its obvious association with death. She could probably even feel it subtly flowing beneath the surface, though soon after she was securely situated everything began to move again. The ride wasn't bumpy, but it was full of movement. His back probably would have been more steady, but if she were to sit there everything would have been obscured save for what was directly behind him. Instead, she not only got to see the devastation that had been caused by the quakes, but also what most caught the dragons attention. Occasionally he would glance over at other dragons or people, though he avoided nodding his head to them. No one got in his way, or offered even the slightest hint of disagreement with what he was doing, or who he had with him. Some out of fear, and others out of respect. It was easy to tell who really knew him, by how they reacted to his presence.

The buildings quickly seemed to be deteriorating, especially as they left the wyrmling area. The residential district was more of a slum now than it had ever been, many buildings were made out of scrap or fragments of structures that had fallen. There were many fires from the people trying to keep warm in the snow, sometimes burning things that let of awful smells of plastic or chemicals, but they had little choice of what to use. He frowned somewhat as he passed, but there wasn't much he could do to help so many at once. Eventually they reached the area that had been set up as a sort of refugee camp, it was dirty, and simple. It looked like they had knocked down a lot of buildings to make room for the small sea of tents that had been set up. Moaning, cries, and sounds of anguish flooded the area, as well as the shuffling about of people unsure of what to do.

It was easy to tell that Cauldron was effected by this, there was a feeling of welling anger and frustration. There was aid being given here, but it was a fraction of what was needed. The few real medics that had been assigned were overworked, and while he knew that Ira wished to help she would be hardly a drop in the bucket of what was needed. He mostly took her because he wanted to find out more about her breed, and the dragon herself.

"If Nondir did not need workers, I doubt even these tents would have been spared." he muttered under his breath, before lowering his head a little for Ira to depart. -Do not stray far from me.- he warned with a voice that seemed to bypass her ears and resonate more in her mind, or soul. This place was mostly safe, but there were still those that might take out their frustrations on the messengers of the divine one... Or what they believed to be that.


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The journey was fast, much faster than it would've been if she'd tried to make it on foot, or even in the air; Cauldron's massive strides ate up the ground effortlessly, and he didn't even need to walk particularly fast to make excellent time. This was a blessing, as Irasotiel grew increasingly worried as they traveled. She'd known that Nondir was suffering in the wake of the earthquake and from the unusually cold, heavy winter, but possessing that knowledge and seeing the evidence of it with her own eyes were two entirely different things.

Very few of the buildings that had survived the initial quake and remained upright were in good order. Broken windows were the least of the problem; all were plagued with structural damage of some sort, and many looked one strong gust of wind away from toppling over. It pained her to think of the tens of thousands of people who had undoubtedly perished in this tragedy, but even worse were those who continued to suffer and die because their Emperor cared not a whit for them. The Seraph had known Vicarous to be cruel, yes, to be evil with almost no hope of redemption, but seeing the proof of his abject unwillingness to care for those he ruled over...

It chilled her, but simultaneously it made her all the more determined to help as best she could. It would not be easy, and she might only be able to save a fraction of those suffering in Nondir, but every soul was precious. Every one that she saved was absolutely worth the risk and danger she was putting herself in.

When Irasotiel stepped from her perch on Cauldron's head she was dragon, but when her feet touched the ground she was in humanoid form. Already she was the focal point of dozens of curious stares, some wondering, more afraid, many others paranoid almost to the point of hostility, but the truth of the matter was that being in humanoid form allowed her much more freedom of movement. Even as a wyrmling she was far too large to comfortably fit in the meager tents these refugees called home, and she was not about to ruin even that precious and all too insufficient shelter simply to try and maintain a somewhat more imposing form. Cauldron's warning was heard and would be heeded, but the hand Irasotiel reached out to lay against his foreleg seemed to be more to reassure him than herself. Young she might be in this form, but Irasotiel was a holy Paladin of the highest Order. She was healer and warrior both, and more than capable of defending herself.

"I bid you greeting, people of Nondir," she spoke, her melodic voice carrying easily across the tent-filled compound. Irasotiel bowed to them, staff in hand, her wings tucked neatly against her back. "I am Irasotiel, and I have come to offer my aid to you in this dire time, in whatever way that I can."

That did little to dampen the skepticism she saw all around here, and really, who could blame them? One did not simply offer help in Nondir without expectation of something in return, and they were likely waiting for the other boot to drop, for this to be revealed as some sort of trick or treachery to make their lives even more difficult. Only time was capable of showing them the truth of her words, time and action.

"If you would be so kind as to fetch assistance, we have brought supplies," she murmured to one of the harried looking medics who had wandered over. Said supplies were going to need to have an eye kept on them; she preferred to have faith when possible, but Irasotiel knew that some here would try to steal the precious things that Cauldron had packed for this journey. To the dragon himself she spoke; "Would it be possible to reshape the scrap metal from these fallen buildings? These tents offer meager shelter, and will not last if the snow starts falling heavily again."
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Even for a being of death the sight before them was both detestable and glorious, so many wayward souls filled the air that it felt like one was looking through a fog. It was almost astonishing how few had found peace, but he knew in time they would fade away or move on. He would make sure of that, to the best of his ability, but that would not be happening today. Today they had to worry about the living, not so much the dead.

A smirk appeared on his features as he saw her shift to her even more diminutive humanoid form, and listened to her speech. It didn't seem like many others believed her, or if they did they didn't really show it. Perhaps they'd warm up to her in the coming hours, but he wasn't hopeful, even the medic she spoke to just sort of stared for a moment before getting confirmation from Cauldron. It took mere moments to unload the supplies, Cauldron carried the heavy boxes as if they were full of air, placing them in a larger tented area that had the other dwindling supplies. Soon afterwards they were opened, and began to be distributed by the few still working.

"Do you plan on using the medical instruments, or your own healing powers?" He asked as he cast his gaze over some of the scrap metal and such, there was a fair amount but most of the area had been cleared to make space for the tents. The metal was cold, and conducted cold too well to make very good structures without other materials to insulate them. What he wouldn't have given for a weather(floral) or nature that was full grown, even in this barren area they could probably make decent enough structures with or without his help. "I will be reinforcing the buildings that still stand near by, even in their state they are better than what's out here." It was sad but true, there were few people in them at the moment but if they could salvage some of the current living spaces that would free up a lot of the tents and other make shift shelters.

After he made sure everything was being dispersed to the right people he walked over and began work on the building closest to the masses of people, so she could still be within easy reaching and viewing distance. He even told people to follow her orders as if they were his own, although one of the workers did comment jokingly that it was easier to take orders from someone several magnitudes larger than their own size. Never the less, they would assist her if asked.

His work didn't seem to involve him actually moving that much, it just seemed like he was standing beside the building with one hand on a wall. He was concentrating though, and carefully re-working the insides of the building. Metal on the ground seemed to melt and creep in through the doors and windows, without heating up. Faint crunching, and cracking noises could be heard as he wove the metal around supports, and across weakened floors and walls. It would take awhile to do right, but he had awhile. It was also something he could do while keeping an eye on the Seraph.

"Do you know what happens to people that don't make it to the afterlife?" his question rumbled out quietly after awhile, loud enough that she would hear over the other noises though. His 'quiet' wasn't what most people might consider quiet.


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"I will be using my abilities for however long I have the energy to do so," Irasotiel answered him before reaching for one of the medics again and asking her to prepare the most grievously injured for a visit. There were so, so many in need, so many who required healing, but even a being such as herself had limits. She intended to help as many as she was able before she grew too weak to continue, and the cruel fact of the matter was that she wasn't capable of helping everyone. Those who were injured the worst were the ones who needed her help the most--provided they had not already slipped too far into death's embrace to be be healed. She certainly had not the energy to bring back every soul here from the brink of death. "The supplies will only last so long, and if I can help make them go just a little further, then I shall."

Thankfully, the medics at least had enough sense to make sure that those with the worst injuries were indoors--as much as one could be indoors inside of a tent in the middle of winter. She had no time for recriminations; without a word she ducked inside of the first tent, senses extended. So much pain, such suffering and fear... silently Irasotiel approached a cot, humming softly as she extended her hands over the body hunched beneath the blankets there. The light around her pulsed softly, grew brighter, and when she pulled her hands away the man was healed, his battered and broken insides mended. The Seraph barely paused before moving on, this time to a broken back and neck, then to twisted arms and torn-open bellies, then...

Darkness here. Only the barest speck of life within her and far, far too much damage to be mended in order for the body to sustain the soul again. Irasotiel sighed quietly before laying her hands on the poor, battered form, this time for a different reason. This time, when she pulled away, a light came with her, silvery and golden as it twisted and twirled around her hands, unseen by all but those who had gifts similar to her own. She smiled down at this freed soul, singing it a quiet song in a long forgotten language that living beings no longer understood except for in their heart of hearts, something they remembered as if it were the misty remnants of a dream, words that came back only in these moments just before passing. When her song was done the soul pulled away and darted skyward through the tent, going up and up and up, a blazing beacon in the darkness. Its light attracted some of the lost, wandering souls that even now hovered over this place and they chased after it, finally finding peace in the afterlife.

Many, many more still remained, and her job was not done. Irasotiel emerged from the tent and glanced around, spotting Cauldron near one of the battered buildings that still stood nearby. She passed by him briefly to examine his work, attempting to judge how long it might be before any of the rooms within might provide shelter.

"Even if the buildings will not hold, if the metal can be refashioned to help break the wind and keep the snow from the tents, that will be most helpful," she mused, and was about to return to her task when his next question came. It stopped her in her tracks as she turned her inscrutable gaze to him again. Irasotiel was not upset; this was, in its own way, similar to the age-old question that plagued many. Everyone wanted to know what awaited them once they passed from the mortal plane

"Some will linger for many, many years," she began, keeping her voice low so as not to disturb anyone nearby. "A soul is a surprisingly resilient thing, and even one that has been lost for decades can eventually find the way. If it does not, or if it is in denial about its own death... there are places for those souls as well." She smiled at him then, something soft, serene, and comforting in it. "But those paths are not yet known to you, young one, nor shall they be until it is your time to face them."

There was a touch of irony there as she turned to leave him, because in mortal years Cauldron was much older than she. Her soul had existed for far, far longer,, however, and in places that he would not remember until his life was at a close. But for now she still had a great deal of work to do, and set about to doing it.

She healed many, as many as she could, but there were far too many for a single Seraph to tend to in one day. Her power had its limits, and as word of her skills passed, more and more people began approaching the tents where she worked, begging for aid. It was difficult to turn them away, to explain to them that she needed to focus only on the most dire of cases, and many in their fear and suffering refused to listen. No matter how many she helped, no matter the souls she freed from their ruined bodies and sent them beyond to Paradise, there were more, always more...

"Good people of Nondir, please, I beg of you," she called out over a crowd that all but surrounded her after she stepped out from a tent. They were a clamor of voices, a press of bodies, hands reaching out to touch as though they hoped that alone might heal them. "I am but a mortal creature and my gifts are limited. I must focus my efforts where the need is greatest."
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If asked Cauldron would likely admit that one of the big reasons he risked taking such a young dragon out into this place was to find out what she was capable, and knowledgeable of. He had been curious if those 'old souls' that had suddenly appeared in this world were very knowledgeable of it, after all, they came from some place much different and likely had been there for a very long time. The way she spoke, and seemed to handle herself suggested that they had some sort of interaction or at least viewing of this world though. Perhaps Seraphs were merely glorified ghosts living without the torment of the lifeless. He nodded in response, and watched her out of the corner of his vision. He couldn't see through the tents directly, but could sense the energy she was using and her life force. It was impressive for something so young, yet he could tell that this would be a much shorter day for her than him.

When she released that soul he almost sighed, momentarily distracted as it departed. There were many times he felt drawn to that place she had sent it, sometimes others attempted to shove him there by force, others when he had merely become disenchanted with the world around him. He had lost those reservations though, his will to... Live... If one could call it that, had been fashioned into something even stronger than the metal he wore.

It took a little while, but eventually he finished reinforcing one of the buildings well enough that he told some of the less, or not wounded civilians to go in and start clearing out any rubble so they could put beds inside. Unfortunately the other closest buildings were not in usable order, he'd have to completely remake them if he wanted to and solid iron was not the best building material for winter. He listened to her answer with interest, but when she said those paths were not known to him he barked out in laughter for a moment.

"I am Darkness, I am Death, My soul is that which stands at the crossroads. My back is to heaven, and gaze is unto hell~" his voice rumbled and growled out with unnatural vigor, flames pouring from his jaws like mournful souls attempting to escape, each of his massive foot steps brought him closer to the seraph and the rumbling seemed to linger in the air. "I am the lost that walks among the living." His armor rattled and rumbled as he stepped over her and continued ahead, despite the anger in the tones of his voice it was obvious that it was just another one of his half-songs and not any real feelings of malice. If one could get over the way he looked, and sounded, he wasn't really that bad... Outside of battle. After he passed her he began to use what remained of his metal to help shield the tents as best he could, as well as absorbing any metal debris in the immediate area.

Eventually he heard her getting swarmed, albeit harmlessly, and didn't even turn his head to check. He had a better idea than just shouting at them, he knew it would get their attention as well as her own. Strange cracks began to form in the ground in front of her, pure darkness seemed to spew forth into a cloud which quickly formed into a demonic creature. it looked vaguely draconic, like a somewhat malformed skeleton dipped in dark metal which had dripped down and hardened over their most identifiable features. Sickly wings made of disjointed bone and fire lay on their backs, but perhaps one of the most frightening things was when it spoke. the voice hissed and gurgled out of the somewhat skeletal jaws, as if it had to be forced out through rancid flesh and blood which choked the monster. The words were spoken in a language unknowable by most mortals, but seemed full of despair, anger, and sadness.

...Needless to say, the crowd which had formed around her immediately dispersed outwards a great deal. Some recognized the being as something Cauldron had conjured, but most were not that familiar. Once its primary goal was accomplished, it turned its head to look at Irasotiel. A strange foggy darkness bubbled out of any place one might expect to see flesh under the metal, but she could probably see the almost unfathomable agony from which it was only momentarily drawn.

Cauldron soon cleared his throat and gestured to the abomination "This is Skully, Skully please make sure no one bothers my friend." he spoke as if it were a normal person, but there was amusement in his eyes.


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She did not recoil from the thing that peeled itself out of the ground before her, the crowd gasping in unison before hastening to retreat. Irasotiel did watch the creature intently, however, all eight wings snapping tight against her back as it climbed to its feet, her features impassive as it spoke.

The Seraph knew what it said. She knew what it was, or rather what it once had been. Who it once had been, if she looked closely enough... and she pitied it. Oh how she pitied it, but she spoke not a word to it, did not acknowledge it beyond that long, steady stare. There were Rules, and no matter her pity, her compassion, there were those that not even she dared to break. She wondered if Cauldron knew this, or if this little test of his went beyond what he had intended? Was he even aware of what this creature actually was, or did he simply summon it to do his bidding without regard to its true nature?

There are things with which even you should not meddle, she whispered to him silently, not wishing to alarm the people around her any more than they were already alarmed by... Skully, as Cauldron called it. To that effect Irasotiel resumed her circuit around the roughshod camp, stopping to visit those tents that contained the worst wounded folk. True to the orders it had been given, Skully prevented anyone from trying to mob her again, though the creature needed to do very little but simply be there--and she half wished it was not, for all that it made it faster for her to travel from one needy soul to the next. People were looking at her askance for being near such a thing as it, and she knew their ability to trust her was dampened by its presence.

Nevertheless she did what she could, healing those who could be healed and freeing those who could not. Though her soul was ancient, her body was not, and after far too short a time than she might have hoped, Irasotiel felt herself beginning to grow weary. She pushed on in spite of her growing fatigue, but with it came the knowledge that she could not push herself too far, not even to help others. It would be to her and others' detriment to overexert herself; better to rest when she needed it and be able to come back later than to do too much and require a longer respite to recuperate.

Thus, with a sigh, she finally paused outside of a tent, watching as those who were not so grievously injured helped to move people and supplies into the building that Cauldron had refurbished. It wasn't much, but it provided shelter from the wind and weather, and was going to be much warmer than a flimsy tent once everyone was inside and the generators were properly hooked up. Even the wind-breaks and roofing sculpted from the remains of other fallen buildings would help for those who had to remain in the tents; with any luck the people of Nondir weren't going to be stuck here long, though Irasotiel was not so foolishly optimistic to believe that many of them had decent lives to go back to. These were hardly the Emperor's chosen people, and she did not expect much else to be done on their behalf.

"I have done what I can for now," she paused long enough to inform Cauldron. If she was at all upset about Skully's continued presence or with his part in summoning the creature, Irasotiel did not show it; her voice was as soft and serene as it always was. "The spirit is willing but this body is still young. It limits me. I can continue to aid them via more conventional means for a time, but I will soon need to rest."
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The massive death dragon knew many things, dark things, light things, ones that were not meant for most mortals. It was the fate of many death dragons, and spirit dragons, or indeed any that lived their lives torn between two worlds. Unlike the saying, dead could indeed talk, and often did when they found someone capable of listening. Spirit dragons only had to deal with those that were unwilling to depart though, death dragons had a whole other level of death to deal with. Sometimes things could be found in that darkness, and occasionally they were helpful.

Skully was helpful to him.

This wasn't the place to talk about such things in depth though, and instead he continued working as he had been up till that point, he was nowhere near tired when Ira was, but he was running out of things that really needed his expertise. At a certain point without more supplies his presence was really just unnecessary. He did spend a little while watching Ira work, and fixing medical instruments and some of the other tools people were using out here.

He was mostly interested in Ira though, she hardly reacted to the smaller bodyguard that walked behind her. The demonic creature stayed out of the way, and silent, even when its flames touched things that should have caught fire no flames arose. A few of the doctors even had the creature hold something for them at one point- which it did silently until they took it back. If she had a sharp enough eye while helping others, she could tell at least a number of the people here were either too out of it to be phased by the monstrosity, or knew it through experience. There were those that approached regardless of her protection as well, but the creature only seemed to react when a few came at once or if she was being hindered.

Cauldron returned and lowered his head as she spoke, it was nowhere near the ground but the throne-helm reformed for him to take her back. "You have done enough for one day, and it will be dark soon. It would be best if you didn't catch a cold." He spoke somewhat quietly since they were pretty close to the tents of the wounded, but his quiet voice was still rather loud. "I've got to stop by my place, but then I can return you to the barracks if you want." For a moment he wondered if anyone was worried about her vanishing for most of the day, but then remembered he didn't care. She could stay out as long as she wanted so long as she was escorted, just not in the middle of a medical camp at night in the snow. That was just a bit too risky for such a young hatchling.

For a moment it seemed like the world went silent as more chilling words spilled out of the demonic creature, they were not only heard but also felt. As if some intense personification of sadness had escaped the hellish body before them, and with the last word the creature seemed to evaporate into dark smoke, which hissed as it seeped back down into the ground.


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It had indeed been a long day, and she was tired. There was much still to be done, but Irasotiel felt heartened by what she had accomplished so far; lives had been saved, and some poor souls had been given peace in the wake of this terrible disaster. Many more yet hovered around the refugee camp, some frightened, others angry and confused, and she wished she could help them on their way. The living needed to be her first priority, however, so with a sigh the Seraph forced herself not to listen to their desperate wails lest she aid them anyway and exhaust herself beyond wisdom in the process.

"I do not think I am quite so weary as to need worry about catching ill," she answered the massive dragon, sounding somewhat amused as she shifted back into her draconic form. "And I do not mind if you need to detour before returning me; in truth, I would like to learn more of the city while I have the chance."

The soft, sibilant whisper of words made her freeze in her tracks, and were she any other being Irasotiel might have hunched beneath the weight of the sadness that seemed to roll from the creature in waves. She could not help but look back at it, her heart twinging with pity again. By nature Irasotiel was a creature of compassion, and in spite of what it had done, she felt sympathy for its plight, deserved and self-inflicted or otherwise. But it was not her place to pass final judgement or offer forgiveness to creatures such as that one, so she simply watched Skully melt away before she climbed back atop Cauldron's head with a quiet sigh.

"I might have asked you to no longer summon that creature, much as I doubt you would listen," she said quietly as she settled into her seat, tail curling around her. "But perhaps in doing so you are opening a path to redemption for it. It was certainly helpful today."
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He rumbled a little in amusement when she mentioned not to worry about becoming ill, and had his eyes been anything other than roiling flames coming from his hellish mask, might have rolled them. Instead he just shrugged slightly and listened to what his demon said, it was obvious he felt something from whatever it said but chose not to voice it. "You shall see for what Vic cares in this city." His head lifted slowly after she began to climb up, a small roof rose up over her to keep the snow out. Thankfully his armor was warm to the touch, making it much more pleasant than simply hanging around on the ground.

After he was fully standing again, he carefully made his way out of the camps and onto the roads. This walk was longer, and while the first part took them through more of the destroyed or crumbling ruins that used to be the slums, eventually they arrived in the more upper class neighborhoods which looked... Almost untouched. There was damage here or there, but most of the buildings had obviously been repaired, or in a few cases completely rebuilt. The power was on, water was running, it was like night and day attempting to compare the two. Few, if any lost souls could be sensed lingering here, and those that were tended to be beneath the streets rather than above.

He walked silently through the district till he reached a very large building that looked like a miniature version of the wyrmling barracks. It had some damage, but had all been reinforced with black metal, partially living wood, and some porous stone where applicable. The repairs were good enough to keep the cold out, but definitely makeshift. The doors appeared to no longer be automatic either, as Cauldron hefted the massive metal door and slid it open, before moving within and closing it again.

"I hope you don't mind my... Fashion sense..." his voice rumbled as turned to show off the contents of the main room. There were several dragon sized seating areas, one was obviously his own as it was made out of bones that looked... Far too large to have come from any normal creature, a few even looked like ribs from a titan. A few tables were placed at random near the walls with papers or random metal objects on them, even a couple weapons. In the center of the room there was a very large fire-pit that was mostly embers at the moment. The only other really notable thing was a large metal cage with a dead, skeletal dwarf dragon on a perch within. Little links of chain kept the bones together, though it was hard to say there was anything especially notable about it other a pair of rather large fangs... A sign on the cage said 'Mr. Bitey.' there used to be a smaller sign attached to it, but it was currently face down on the ground in front of the cage.

He lowered his head nearer to the ground, and retracted the covering from over her so she could hop off. He didn't lower his head too far down though, She had wings, after all. "You can follow me, or entertain yourself for a few minutes. This room is... Mostly harmless." He cracked a small grin as he waited to see if she needed anything, he wasn't in enough of a hurry that he had to be rude after all.


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