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Seeing that the soldiers were dead, and the spell still in effect, Aansalath headed into the forest. He said to Andy, "I'm making sure there aren't any hiding, I'll be back." Once out of sight, he dematerialized and thought of where Alexander would be. He felt himself fade into nothingness, and then all of a sudden he was back to the mortal world. A growl escaped his lips, he was off...he was rarely off. Aansalath's expressionless face reddened with a flush from the fresh blood in him. Because Alexander wasn't there, he would have to wait....Aansalath hated waiting.

Aansalath went now to checking his perfectly clean self....well, his blood-stained self. Another growl escaped from him when he saw that blood had made it under his fingernails. His perfectly shaped nails, now ruined. Fortunately for him and for his enemies, this shirt wasn't his favorite, and the slacks could hide the blood stains. His shoes however would need to be shined again. He rolled his eyes as he looked back on the battlefield. The party could wait for him, he wanted to clean up a little. But he stayed where he was, knowing they might looking for him soon.

((Sorry. >< I've been in NY for the past couple days, and I'm have a ton of work I need to do for school. I'll post tonight tho.))

As Andy's body lay on the ground, his mind suddenly rushed back into it. Rubbing his eyes- yes, they were his eyes- he saw a dangerous-looking man, covered in blood, who appeared to be talking to him. Then he vanished, and everything went black...

Korsu, on the other hand, was managing to hold on to consciousness. Unfortunately, his body protested his every movements, and pain seared through his joints when he tried to stand up. Falling back down, he examined the situation. With no stamina left, and without the help of Andy's spirit, he was basically helpless. Surveying the battlefield, his jaw dropped. Countless dripping red corpses littered the field, along with charred lumps that you had to use your imagination to believe that they were once humans. The burnt bodies were obviously from Ixpath, but the rest...Did I really kill that many people? He thought. Was it all because of Andy, or am I really that strong?

Suddenly, Korsu became aware of a wetness on his back. Reaching under his shirt, his fingers were red when he pulled them back. Blood!? Apparently, he had taken an injury without realizing it.

Simon appeared on the playing field, just watching all that was going on. He was waiting for something to do, for the GM to give him a task. He wondered around the playing field for a bit and smiled. There were a lot of new players, and some breaking the rules, but he was beaten to the task. He sighed and leaned up against a wall.

Alexander was sent through a warp way back to the Arch Gates, a short cut he very well abused by using it to transport soldiers and weapons as often as he could. It wasn't in the game rules he couldn't, but others viewed it as cheating since in the game he didn't really have other means of transporting troops. The warp way left him on top of the gate, where several weapons, including the High Arches’ prized Gauntlet Cannon mounted on top. At the edge of the gate were spheres being swirled by an emitter, these were the generators and they specialized in limiting area of effect magic. Anything that was large in quantity would be dispelled; this included magic for both sides, meaning Alexander would have to be cautious with his blessing if he didn't want it to cause himself harm.

A lone soldier who was on look out duty on top of the tower walked forth towards Alexander, whose face was grieved for the loss of his troops back at the previous battle.

"Sir, the others didn't make it?"

Alexander knotted yes to the solider then spoke to him with the most serious voice he had ever used in years, a tone that meant serious business for the High Arch.

"The enemy was powerful, relentless, and corrupted. They seek to pass this gate and most likely destroy our settlements behind it. There was corruption in many shapes and forms, we must stop it."

Alexander pushed the soldier aside and went into the Gauntlet Cannon's pilot seat, where the loud speaker he invented was always ready for his words of oncoming battles or hard ships ahead. The speakers projected his voice throughout the Arch Gate and even if he chooses, in front of it to ward off enemies.

"My fellow followers of the High Arch, I have returned from my mission with grave news to tell you all. Everyone who went with me to fight our enemy were killed...Killed by the corrupted creatures these 'players' are. I could tell as I saw them slaughter your brother's in arms that they will kill everything good behind this gate: Our settlements...Our families...Our very way of life. We must, no matter what the cost, stop these 'players' from passing this gate. For years we have fought to protect the settlements of humanity belonging to the High Arch, from the Orc Berserkers of Mor'ghul, to the Vampires of Argan, we will not fall to the corruption of the damned. Yes, they have power, strength, and even those who seem innocent, but each one of them will gladly kill a human child to gain more power. I'm sure a few aren't as corrupted as I say, but we cannot trust a single one of them. We are the High Arch and we will fight to defend our way!"

Soldiers throughout the High Arch looked at each other with thought and decided it was worth it to save their home, even at the cost of their lives. They all cheered in a wave like motion from one end of the gate to the other, working faster than before to get the gate to max defense performance.

"Prepare our war machines, get the war beasts up, and mount on your armor and weapons; soon the evil we fight will be at our door step!"

The GM decided to send Aansalath a message with his orders in it. It would be interesting to see how the game played out. They were a long ways away from level 10. He had an idea of where to place the other Reapers, and an idea of who to place at Gate 5. He hoped none of the Player were killed off by these petty in-game AI disputes. He didn't need Sorika going off just yet.

UGH. Sorika sighed. She hated the ones like him. It would be fine if she could kill him, but she was suppose to let them live. Besides it would be too easy to kill them now. She summoned a black scythe, with red markings on it. She appeared in front of Chris. "I really don't want to kill you this early on in the game. It wouldn't be fun."

As Korsu lie on the ground bleeding, he suddenly felt a strange feeling. His pain seemed to be melting away. An icy chill coursed through his entire body, and he started to feel a little dizzy. Turning his head, he saw a girl holding her hands out to him, where a soft blue glow was emitting from his wounds. What was her name? Alora, I think it was. He realized that she must be healing his wounds somehow. "Th...thank you," he muttered. His tongue seemed to be made out of cotton.

((Also, is there enough room for one more reaper? I have a really good idea for one. wink ))