Yeah, I admit to being a little lost as to what alls going on, hence my lack of posts having Jericho do anything else. Can I get a recap?
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"Do you know where to find her?" Jericho asks, suddenly realizing this is deadly serious. "The ROAB have put a hit out on her. I'm not sure what she's done but I doubt it's worthy of death."
"A dirty bomb? Hell's Bells!" Jericho curses as his eyes peruse the document, finally settling on the picture of Bunny. "Danny... how well do you know that blonde girl you saw at the party? Bunny?"
Jericho leaves with a small smile. It's like I just bit a vampire. He thinks wryly as he finds the nearest payphone (his cell was busted recently, stupid magic) and dials in Danny's number. "Hey, it's Jericho. The ROAB know something about the girl, and it's something big going on. I think this may go beyond what we thought." He begins flipping through the dossier, seeing if any of it catches his eye.
"I'm sure it might have been more fun the other way, but I tend to keep my fun firmly in my control." At this he stands up and takes the dossier, then whispers "Manyetik" And catches Sariya as she is flung at him by her belt and jewelery suddenly magnetizing. "Like so..." Jericho says, before kissing her passionately as he dismisses the spell. The Ferromancer then places her on her feet with a cheeky grin and begins to turn and walk away.
"I don't owe unspecified favors milady. That's a rookie mistake around supernatural creatures." Jericho considers for a moment as he sits at a nearby desk. "I will perform for you one service, to be agreed upon at a later date. I may refuse any specific service on grounds of morals or any which would go against my own self-interest. In exchange for all the information you will be able to give me on the deal with the ROAB and any further information you have pertaining to the girl." Jericho extends his hand absentmindedly while still thinking. "I will swear it by my power if you will."
"Give you? I'll give you something if you give me something." Jericho's eyes turn dark but he tries not to be threatening. "Why were you following her? What is she to you, and how did you know where she was?"
Wow... subtle. Jericho thinks sarcastically, keeping a courtly face on. "Ms. Knight, I've had the pleasure of attempted seduction by a Fae Princess, a Red Court Lady and a very accommodating demoness. Not that I'd like to insult your methods but they are quite good at it and I managed not to foolishly sleep with any of them." Jericho steps around a step as she reaches him, keeping her a step away from him. "Please drop the little games. What do you know about the girl?"
"Sorceress Knight?" Jericho asked, perturbed by her silence.
Jericho smiles slightly. The woman wouldn't play him. Jericho was better than that. "I came early, to meet the illustrious Ms Knight. After all, you're getting involved in my business and that makes us either allies or enemies. I'm good to my allies, and honorable to my enemies, both of which require me to know the person I'm dealing with, so first let's get this over with." Jericho stands tall and then bows slightly in a formal White Council greeting. "My name is Jericho Korben, sometimes called the Iron Knight of York."
Jericho hurries through the familiar corridors, nodding to friends and stopping at one point for a short conversation with a teacher before getting near to the door to Mrs. Knight's office. A sorcerer living right under my nose and I didn't notice. Some protector. He thinks with a wry grin before knocking quietly upon the door.
Oh hey, looks like Jericho got added to the secondaries list and I never noticed, guess that means I should get a description of him up. Jericho Korben: A tall and lanky pale man of about 23 with short black hair that stays in messy disarry. He wears a black long jacket over a white shirt and black slacks, with a small guantlet on his right arm carved over with runes which glow a light blue when he uses it to power his magic. He's a ferromancer and if you could have him moving some kind of metal that would be awesome.
"I think I'll have a word with our resident sorceress. Mrs. Knight is known to frequent the Uni yes?" Jericho asks and when he gets an answer he nods and heads off. "We'll meet back up later."
This kid is far more powerful than she has any right to be at her age. "Sorry Ali, flying isn't on the list of what I can do." Jericho tries to smile despite his worries. "Right now I'm going to need you to stay at Trip's house ok? You'll be safer here."
"Becca gave her to me." A land mine... they gave her to me so that I could get hurt. The one way they could get to me without starting problems... give me something someone else is after... something I can't throw away... and then just hope whatever or whoever is after her kills me. Jericho walks with Alicia on his shoulders to the lobby and sets her on a couch. "So... how were you hiding from the red lady Ali?" Korben's more bothered than he lets on by the child speaking of magical scrying and viels. Children don't generally know about such things. What am I going to do with this kid?
"Felicitations?" Jericho asks, sweeping her up as she offers a hug. "Isn't that a bit of a big word for you? Perhaps you meant 'How ya doin'?" While a little concerned with this sudden change in attitude, Jericho doesn't show it as he sets the girl on his shoulders. "How's life at the manor been?"
What the hell is that mirror for? Jericho wonders, noticing it doesn't aim correctly towards the house for Ms. Knight to be able to see inside. Jericho nods at Ax and Danny, assuming they have the situation in hand, and heads toward the house. "Hello," He greets the maid cheerily, "Just here to see Alicia, give me a moment, I know where she is." He waits politely to be allowed in, making sure to keep his power with him as he does, then sees the little girl.
"Buggershite indeed." Jericho says in deadpan. "So they used the ability to destroy the vampires... to..." He trails off, then suddenly snaps. "No... NO! That's not it! Becca told me where she found Alicia! Shit! We have to go, now!" He threw his coat over his shoulders and started moving quickly toward the coffeeshop door, forgetting to pay for his drink. "Alicia was the only survivor of the attack on the Vamps! The vampires were selling her out! The emporor used this feud for himself. Which means either the vampires know where she is.." Jericho slams his car into gear, hoping the others followed. "Or the Dragon Emperor does."
"All right. I had a lot to look into so I started with the simplest thing that I knew I'd find the most lore on. Took me no time at all to find things on the Imperial Dragons, but after sifting through the myths, legends and crap all I could really find was that the original Chinese Emporors were said to have the blood of dragons. Saint George, yeah, the dragonslayer guy, was said to have defeated the draconic aspect of the chinese but... once I did some research his methods sound more like they just sealed it or locked it away. Found several other reports which concur with this theory. Which led me to the key, and the girl." Jericho sips at his frap as his eyes gaze into space. "They called the girl..." Jericho forcibly stops himself. Distancing Language. Remind them... and yourself that she's a person. "Alicia... a key. We asked a key to what. A good question, and once I knew that the dragon's blood was locked away, I thought I knew the answer. So I looked into it. We all know about magical nexuses of power," The ferromancer continued authoritatively, "And these nexuses are usually monitored by people, organizations... etcetera. Like the place Henri planned to use for his ritual." He slipped for a second, suddenly considering if the universe had harmonized to that point, then dismissed it. Too easy... "They can be used as prisons too. To keep things in." Jericho left out the prophecy. Prophecy always caused more trouble than it solves. "If she's a key... those who are after the imprisoned dragon... they'll give anything to get ahold of her." He looked over the group. "Has anyone checked in on her? It's been a tough day. Anyway, I figured next I'd need to know what we were up against. Those tattooed ghouls? Hearth-guard. Bodyguards to the Ghoul Kings. Religious fanatics. Don't expect them to surrender... or have any mercy. They act as... advisers. But they don't work for others. If soemone's happened to get them to themselves," Jericho shook his head. He had been extremely frustrated on information on these creatures and moved forward quickly. "They're nasty, whoever's running this. I think... I think we may be dealing with the Dragon King." Jericho is unsurprised to see his drink is gone. He'd done lectures before, they were thirsty work. "Centuries ago, in the province of Xian, the people locked away a great dragon in a seal. Whoever held this seal was King of Xian able to call forth the dragon to lay waste to their enemies. Near this time, there was the Dragon Emporor. A man who didn't wish to lose his position, not even to Death itself. So he crafted a suit of armor, with his essence inside. Now this cult... they put a young man in the armor and... well... he's gone. And the Emporor... takes his place. During the Boxer Rebellion he found the seal. Was prepared to make the world his with the power of a dragon. But he didn't. My father stopped him." Jericho flushes with a fierce pride. "They brought it here... somewhere. And locked it in a Nexus of power. The Dragon Seal is somewhere in England, in a Nexus of power... and the Dragon Emperor is here to find it, and lay waste to kingdoms." Jericho spent a few seconds looking around at his friends. "And all that stands in his way is a scared little girl." "And us."
"A hero. A legend." Jericho smiles, though in his mind he thinks, A lot to live up to. "It's good to know he was a good man. And I'm sure you've earned your position Letitia."] Jericho told the lie fairly smoothly. From what he could tell she was a hothead, and he wasn't sure she was really too suited to command, but she was a good girl and he wasn't going to make her sad. "I need to keep looking at this, you can go home if you'd like." Jericho arrives at the meeting bleary eyed, sitting down in time to hear Kenneth. "I cannot understand half the things he says." He claims, only half joking, before ordering a large blended ice drink. "So... I have information, and since I stayed up the whole damn night to get it you guys are gonna sit down and listen to teacher."
Jericho looks up from a treatise from the fifteenth century on the powers of the 'darkling sorserers of death's lord', which he eventually had come to realize were Ghouls serving the King. "Yeah... more coffee sounds..." He stops, his brain having finally caught up with what the pretty lady had said. Bad brain. Don't get distracted. Research good. Woman... also good, but not needed right now. He cudgeled his brain into thinking after a second and then stalled. "Sorry, not paying attention." He stops, bringing his thoughts together. The truth was he hadn't considered it much but there were likely plenty of wizards who knew his father. The problem was... did he really want to know? So far his father had been... more a dream than a reality. A man of perfection and love. A man who would never allow another to come to harm, a man who would fight to his last breath to protect the son he'd never been able to know. But was that who he really was? Jericho had tried so hard to live up to his father for so long he wasn't sure if he wanted to change his image of that dream. But... Jericho had always been a seeker of truth. And what greater truth than that of his dream? "So he was a wizard of the Council? What was he like?" Jericho asked, his eyes intense but hardly seeming to see Letitia as she spoke.
"Yeah well... mosquitoes aren't such a small deal when they're that big. Worst part..." Jericho shakes his head. "That didn't tell me a thing about the most important part of all this. What is so important about that little girl? And what killed several vampires just to keep her safe?" He starts the car and looks annoyed at the radio, which worked before he had a full wizard in the car. "You owe me a new one of these." He says, pointing it out before beginning to drive away. "No drink for me. I'm off to the library. I have names, and that's all I need to research."
"That's strange, I don't like you at all." Jericho answers matter-of-factly, then listens to the information intently. "Good, we will continue our... inquiries there. Thank you for the information... and the brandy." Jericho places the glass down quite slowly and confidently. "We will be going now." ---------------------------------- Jericho stays keyed and ready for a fight as they leave the pawnshop, his shoulders tingling in anticipation of a knife or bullet, but as he steps into the car he immediately slumps over. "Hell's Bells..." He says without relish, letting out the breath he'd held since the door.
"It's very simple Lord Lawrence. I would like everything you know. Who is this ghoul king, and what exactly does he want? Why are the ghouls working with the imperial dragons? And what the hell does all this have to do with whatever is killing your people?" Jericho faces the smile without fear, awaiting his answer.
I'm back! Just so everyone knows.
Jericho nods at the vampire with a grin. "As a courtesy. Of course. So this King of Ghouls is working with a tattooed Chinese man." Jericho works it out for a second, then stands. "Well, you've been quite helpful, Lord Lawrence, though less so than I'm sure you could be." Jericho takes a longer pull of his scotch and sets the glass down. "Of course, an overgrown mosquito tends to make a less than useful source of information than I'd like, I suppose one must scrape the bottom of the barrel on occasion." As Silas begins to snap forward and Letitia begins to draw her blade, Jericho and Lawrence move to stop them near instantly. "I've partaken of his fare, freely given. He'll not break the bond of host and guest." Jericho hisses into Letitia's ear, his arm keeping her blade in the sheath firmly. Lawrence simply barks "Silas." And he stops. Jericho steps very close to Lawrence, standing almost nose to nose. "It has been nice to be your guest Lord Lawrence. I will see you again the next time I have to slaughter one of your childer for getting out of line."
I'm gonna have little to no internet access for the next week and a half or so. I apologize for the radio silence till I get a computer again.
"Lord Lawrence."[b] Jericho bows his head exactly enough not to seem disrespectful, while still keeping wary. [b]"Can the knight of an enemy kingdomnot seek knowledge with his foe? Whatever attacked the ball last night attempted to hurt your people as well as mine. I seem to recall the lovely Becca being struck by a ghoul, whom she promptly ripped apart. A very powerful woman that." Jericho smiles as he takes a bit of brandy from Lord Lawrence's decanter. "Furthermore, those ghouls and that bastard in the armor are muscling in on your territory." After an appreciative sip he continues. "Right now I'm keeping you from taking all the people you like, and that angers you. But one day you intend to kill me, or have me killed, and things will go back to how they were." "Or... you allow a new factor onto the field, he robs you of your revenge, of the territory you spent centuries taking control of, and makes you look a fool by doing what you couldn't... defying me and continuing to be fine." Jericho tips his glass to Lawrence in a toasting gesture. "So your options are to allow that.... or help me know what I'm dealing with, so that I can destroy it, and you can kill me when you're ready." Jericho waits calmly for his answer.
Jericho's hand tightens on Letitia's forearm before she can move too far past him. "I'm afraid Lord Lawrence would find her far too tough for his taste. Believe me, he'd rather easier prey." Jericho steps past, his face not the slightest bit back from the vampire's and he's ready for violence within a quarter second if the vampire moves, though he still doubts he could move before the superhumanly quick vampire. "Perhaps you should step back for the lady..." He says, his tone making it clear it's not a request.
Jericho is calm and respectful as he enters the shop, and looks around to ensure that there are no other people in the shop, hoping no other civilians or vampires are around. "Good Afternoon Silas." Jericho greets calmly and smoothly, hoping to be diplomatic about it. "Is Lord Lawrence in today?"
"Let's check the shop first. I'd prefer not to have to meet a vampire in a strip club." Jericho quickly heads out to his car after making certain he had the meeting time memorized. "Assuming of course that I can find it without getting torn to pieces." Jericho fires up the jeep and heads toward 'the Shambles'.
Jericho offered his arm gallantly to Letitia and motioned toward the door. "I suppose we could go see some bloodsuckers, would Milady like to accompany York's Iron Knight?" Jericho smiles, obviously going for lightheartedly charming and landing somewhere more around weirdly creepy but unassuming. Let's just hope my Jeep can take a full wizard in the passenger seat... bet the radio needs repairs after this. Or Gods forbid, the heater.
Jericho sits in stunned silence much of the night, only breaking it to thank Letitia and ask her of a way to contact the Wardens with news of his innocence. He returns to the party and grabs his jeep before driving it back to the dorms. He finds his room comfortable after so much action in the night, though he misses his coffee table. I really need to get another one. He strips off his ruined tux as he goes into the room, his head pounding in pain where he struck the rock and his small wounds announcing their presence similarly. I have a father. I know who he is. I know what he did. He was a wizard. Does this mean I may be a wizard as well? Have I been closed minded, thinking I could only move metal?" The implications bother Jericho, though not enough to keep sleep from descending on him like a dark shroud. In the morning he is woken to an annoying buzz. The alarm was going off, though when he checked it was 8:36, meaning he must have slept through it for at least an hour. Not surprising considering how he felt. He slowly leveraged himself, still filthy with the sweat of fear and combat and nerves, out of the bed and into the shower, enjoying the hot water. I don't know if I want to be a wizard really... I hear they can't use almost any technology. The hot water was blissful, and being clean afterward even more so. I'll have to call Andrew and ask him to record the lecture Dr. Barrow is giving today. I always miss when someone exciting is speaking. It said much about Jericho Korben that his idea of 'someone exciting' was a man who intended to speak on the importance of remembering the metals you worked with when designing buildings, including their stresses, breaking points and tensile strength. At this rate, I'm going to end up failing my damn classes. After a short morning ritual that was all the worse for being devoid of coffee, Jericho dresses in dark slacks, a navy blue Oxford shirt and his favorite coat (still a bit dusty from the rubble of last night) and goes out to the ratty old jeep, arriving at Grillan's "Lair" I refuse to call it that in conversation, right about the appointed time. Jericho smiles in appreciation to Grillan as he leads him to a tea room, happy to find several of the others already arrived. Ugh... tea. Why is it always tea? He thinks, having a cup but wishing the entire time that someone in this country could brew a decent cup of coffee. "British Barbarians..." He mutters quietly with appropriate sarcasm. He sits near Letitia, smiling at her wardrobe as he does. "I'm sorry for my reticence last night it's just... my whole life just changed in a rather stunning way. I am glad for your help Letitia, I wouldn't be off the hook with the Warden's without you. If I may, I'd like to speak to you in private later." He then listens as she outlines the questions brought on by the evening. "I can think of at least one more," He adds, standing as well, surprised to find his teacup empty By the gods, I've gone native "What, exactly, was it that the kobold from last night was attempting to do at the party? What could have been there that advanced a dark god's plan for escaping?" Jericho considers for a few more moments, then comes around again. "Also, though it may be unrelated, something is attacking both vampires and humans in the city and leaving them ehxsaunginated. What or who is doing this, and were they after Alicia when they got her family?"
Jericho looks back at the iron coffin for a second, then gestures one final time, throwing it violently into the side of the place and forming it into what looked like a security locker. He then cut off the air supply into it. "There. Now he can't speak and the cops won't find him unless they decide to use a cutting torch to get in. Let's get to that anchor quickly."
"I do want to kill you. But this will suffice." Jericho gestures and the iron railcars shift, distend and then slam together, locking into a small coffin around the creature. "We'll see if we can find the anchor. In the meantime... this will keep him from going anywhere."
Jericho turns to the others with a triumphant grin. "I know who my father is." He says, with a moment of joy like none of you have ever seen on his face before.
"I've made a promise gentlemen. I think I'm keeping it. But first..." Jericho presses the spike against the kobold's skin and looks down at it. "What do you know of my father, cretin?"
Jericho stops, his face falling slack. "What... is that..." He looks at the image, unable to process for a second. "I'm not crazy right. That... that has to be..." Jericho can't even finish, and his eyes are wet and misty.
Jericho's fire falters for a moment, his mind processing information he hadn't considered. Could he be against the killer? But he then considered for a moment the man hanging from the rafters. "Then he'll tell me what I need to know and then be punished for his other transgressions. If I determine him useful to finding the Killer I will let him free. So he'd best get to convincing me."
Jericho sweeps up toward Rill with rage in his eyes. "This thing may have taken my entire life apart. Even if it didn't it works with or for the evil bastard who did. I will have my due." He turns away, the matter settled in his mind. Jericho smiles and steps carefully forward toward the caught creature. "You chose poorly, Fae. Now you have one last choice. Answer my questions, and I leave you in a cold iron coffin here, where someone will hear you scream, and find you, and you may escape within the next few days. Or you remain silent, and the coffin becomes airtight, and goes into the Foss, and you get to stay there for however many years it takes for some lucky fisherman to drag it from the depths." Jericho steps another step forward and then gestures. "Kelepce." The voice was cold and dark as two nearby rails clamped cold iron onto the kobold's legs. The hissing of it's flesh as it met the Bane was audible and Jericho took one last step forward. "Trust me. You don't want to be locked in there for any longer than you have to. Now... Three years ago I lived in the mortal city of Philidelphia, and a string of murders using slivers of metal occured in the early fall. The killer left one of these," Jericho pulled out an old, weathered Chess King, black, which he'd carried with him since he'd run. "at each scene. Was it you? If not, who? Give me answers Fae." Jericho pulled his Father's Guantlet into a spike and pointed it toward the creature. "You don't want me to ask again."
Jericho throws his hand out, his spike of metal flying from his hand as he expends his will to try to hit the extremely small rope from so far.
Jericho steps forward toward the kobold. A Faerie... good. Then I don't have to worry about the First Law. I don't have to hold back. The grin on his face was scary through the metallic mask. "I'm going to say this once Kobold. Release your hold on the man and answer every question I have of you, and leave this city, never to return, and you will live the rest of your long, long existence in peace. Or," His grin widens and his arm lengthens into a long metallic spike and subtly readies it to fire through the rope holding the man to the ceiling. "My friend keeps you in this world and I lock you in a cold iron coffin and throw you in the river until something digs you up in a few hundred years."
Jericho is silent through the ride, his mind casting back to the last time he'd heard of the Chess King Killer. The last time Letitia had seen him. The last time he'd run for his life. When Jack had a ritual to hunt him down Jericho was glad the child was gone. His smile could have scared her. Children can tell when someone is beyond sanity. It's a skill that makes no sense, but they can always tell when someone is so near the deep end it'll only take a push. I'm coming for you, you son of a b*@+!. His mind raced at a hundred miles an hour as they drove through the city, and he only gave up the front seat so that Jack could keep the tracking spell going. He was out as soon as he could tell which building was the right one. His coat is blown out from his body as he strides through the rain, taking no more notice of it soaking his clothes and hair than he would of anything else right now. I'm coming for you, you son of a b@$#!. For a moment a passing car's headlights throw his shadow onto the wall nearby, looming and imposing and a dozen feet tall, with his coat flaring out like wings of darkness from his confident, quick strides. I'm coming for you, you son of a b$@*~. He strode through the confusing mess of carriages and sheds as if his feet already knew where to be. His hands balled at his sides in a rage and his neat nails digging into the skin of his palms in little crescent moons of blood. Metallic objects began to shake near him as he walked, his concentration drawing in, and his ring began to grow, flowing up to cover his arm as if by it's own volition. I'm coming for you, you son of a b##+$. And in front of him, rising ahead like a mountain in front of mighty Heracles, rose the front door. The massive metal door that was the only impediment to the man who had ruined his life. Who had forced him on the most harrowing journey of his life through the Fae realm. The man who had forced him out of his home. The man who had ruined everything for him, and forced him to live in a strange land with no one he knew and bitterly, painfully alone. The door would have to go. Jericho Korben's fury ripped the massive door from it's hinges and tossed it behind him with a flick of his fingers and not a word. And he stepped forward, a black coat covering a shining silver man with no joints or weaknesses in sight. Jericho Korben stepped into the building he knew contained the bastard who had ruined everything he'd ever known and his challenge rang through the rainy night like a clarion call:
"Well I had such an able Warden defending me." Korben said with a half-smile. "Is Alicia speaking yet? Or still doing the creepy silent girl vibe?" Jericho looks around the house nonchalantly. It's been awhile since I was in a place this nice. He thinks, remembering his fathers manor back in America. "I'm... mostly ok. And don't call me Warden Axe. I don't even qualify as a full Wizard for Council membership, much less a Warden like our friend here. And you know how I feel about your 'chosen by the gods' theory as well." Jericho had no truck with gods. Those that still kicked around were just overly powerful spirits, same as the Faerie Queens or High Demons.
"Working with is such a strong phrasing." Jericho says, sitting his head up with an ugly grimace. The couch was comfortable, and every nerve in his body said to stay down, but there are things we can't do when we want to. "How is everyone? I saw Grillan go down and a ghoul going for Alicia. Is she all right?"
Just a warning, if the ghoul gets away with Jericho he's going to go into a royal angry rampage, and in being so angry at himself he will likely say some very unkind things to all of your characters. Just saying, I have no issue with anyone and honestly neither does Jericho. Poor guy speaks from anger.
Jericho leaps aside, nearly avoiding the claws, but it appears he hadn't been paying as much attention to the dance floor as he should have, and a bit of rubble was poking from the ground at a bad angle. The claws ripped into his side, his head struck the stone, and his head went fuzzy. The Ferromancer managed to look up and see the ghoul approaching Alicia. The terrified look of the little girl was the last thing he saw before losing consciousness.
Jericho's dance through the crowd is interrupted by the ghoul slashing at him, and he throws himself backward from the first slash, barely avoiding it, and desperately brings up a shield with his ring to catch the second.
His focus honed to razor sharpness by the situation, he catches the claw and turns it back without issue, then rolls backward and says calmly "Koromak" Hardening the metal skin around him to provide armor.
The blast of splinters is not expected and Jericho is stunned for a moment, but it seems that Kenneth has it handled, so he ignores the stinging needles without an issue. "Then you have chosen unwisely." Korben proclaims with a dark look. "So be it." Michael? Who the hell is Michael? Hoping that Letitia will be able to handle herself, Jericho throws himself forward toward the ghouls on the dance floor, and with a swirling motion, throws out a spike toward every ghoul around as he dips and dodges through the innocents, hoping whoever yelled can sheperd them to safety. He sees Grillan challenging the leader and decides to leave him to it, most likely he could handle himself better than Jericho could in single combat.
"It seems our dance partners have set the tune. Shall we see if we can follow?" Jericho says, putting on what he's come to think of as his 'game face'. Metal flows easily over him, making him seem a mighty champion in silver, and he stands from the crowd with a declaration. "You threaten the innocent people of York and it's supernatural community. On my authority as Protector, I declare your actions to be both wrong and unlawful. Cease, and leave, or you will face the Iron Knight, a Warden of the White Council, A Demigod of old, The Dragon of York, and the Herald of Brigid." As he spoke Jericho's arm lengthened into a spike of silver and Letitia draw her Warden's blade beside him. "You crashed the wrong party boys. Now leave."
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