Shadow Slayers

Rylan smiled towards Mimisko and Enoch.

"Well now what I need is someone who has either healing or electric magic..."

Rylan scanned the area for anyone who looked as though they might use these types of magic, but couldn't really tell based on looks.

"Hopefully, I can find someone...OH, but for what I need you two for! Um..."

Rylan walked over toward a tree and broke off one of the skinnier branches.

"Uh...could one of you sharpen this to be pointed at one end..?

"Ah perfect! Thank you!"

Rylan took the sharpened branch from Enoch, excitedly. The edge was perfect for what he was planning. Rylan became a bit more frantic to find somebody with either electric or healing magic, as those were the only types of magic he knew to be associated with what he was planning to do.

"Uh, again! Anybody here who uses electric magic or healing magic? I could really use your assistance, as soon as possible!"

The hand that caressed his hair and the comforting words were just enough to keep going despite the weight. His arms struggled to keep her legs upright as well as his vision being blurred from his tears from the sheer guilt. With everything she had done for him, she was almost like a mot-



"Wait, where are my parents?" The thought struck him. His father must be dead considering his age and the fact that he was just a human. Mom.... she would either have to be dead or off on the other side of the world, especially since black magic won't work on most fearens... Tears fogged up in his eyes as he went on to find someplace safe for her to lay. It's the least he could do after everything. But one question persisted. Her name...



"Osseus....that's my name..." He mumbled, hoping for a response.

No, not now! Normally, Manasa would have loved the attention, but at a time she wanted nothing more than to be left alone. She pushed forward,though the pain shooting through her feet and up her legs kept her at a rather slow pace.


Manasa wanted to shout back at her, tell her no, that it was okay. That she was and always will be in top fighting form. But she was too frightened to pull her voice from her throat. It would be embarrassing- no, mortifying to be seen the way she was now. It was not just the fact she was hurt, It was so much more that that.

Manasa limped as fast as she could into the forest, keeping her ears open in hopes that she could hear running water.

After finding a small stream , just deep enough to put one's feet in, she fell to the ground and tore her boots off in a frenzy. She plunged her feet as deep into the cold water as she could and letting out a small cry. the bottoms of her feet were in a horrible state- as if covered in chemical burns to the point where the skin blistered and bled out.

Name: Rezza Light
Personality: Egotistical and Hot-tempered
Fighting Abilities: Rezza spent 20 years of his life studying the art of healing magic, and as such is a very talented healer. He is not much of a fighter and tends to cry when threatened, however he can wield his staff as a weapon in a pinch.
Past (optional): Rezza Light was born into a family of farmers in a small rural village. Unsatisfied with this life he ran away at the age of 15 and was taken in by a convent of healers dedicated to Yakoshi. He dutifully studied their techniques with the thought that he would be able to one day change the entire world.
Physical appearance: (the colored stuff is beads that im too lazy to draw)



A large cacophony of shouts and thuds brought Rezza out of his hiding place, inspecting from the sidelines he saw a group of people obviously worn from battle. Along with them were the corpses of many fearen including Fearos himself. Smirking to himself the small man burst forth from the brush, waving his small arms out as much as he could he made proclamation with all his confidence.
"What a mess you all have here." Folding his arms across his chest he strode further towards the Slayers and cleared his throat. "Now! Did somebody call for a healer? You all certainly look like you could use one." Rezza let forth a raucous laugh as he slipped his staff off his back.

Manasa looked back up at Daryn like a wounded animal. She should have been more careful about making sure she was alone, yet she was so wrapped up in finding relief the vishkanyan had completely forgotten that the other guild member was there. "I-" She started and then looked back down at the stream.

The stream had by now begun to flow a shimmering metallic gold. Near Manasa's foot a small minno drifted belly up, its tiny body too weak to combat the effects of manasa's poison. She couldn't lie now, not with her blood dying the stream. "It's not like that," she muttered, not knowing how of if she wanted to explain what was happening.