@Vulpas @Valonox @Grall_Stonefist @kanila The wizard then replied "Depends young shape shifter, I think I know about this nice little tavern over yonder by chances are it and its owner are dust by this point. Plus I was banned from the place after I accidently set fire to their well one time. But anyways before my mechanical friend here starts a war by bragging that I am really really really really old to the horse sized wolf of death I think I know a place." With that said, the trio of a wizard, a shapeshifter and a cyborg headed off to a place that was once a small, humble ritual site used to enter the realm. The Druid had changed things considerably since then, as they would see as they approached the place that the former 'small ritual site' was “Well uh that's new.” The ancient wizard muttered upon seeing a large obsidian structure where the place was supposed to be. Also heading to the same Obsidian keep, unknowingly or not was Daniel as well as Rin and Lazarus. For Daniel, his flight from the Scorpions, fire-wielding form jumping to a scrap and so on would not be impeded by anything else, and in fact seemed to become easier given his escape had brought him to a dead part of the forest. With his sight-lines much clearer thanks to the dead nature of this section of the forest, he would be able to see a Obsidian structure, standing alone . Considering the creatures that seemed to be lurking in the forest, the strange building by comparison seemed to be fairly safe. Rin and Lazarus had arrived at the front of the large building in time to see another group enter with some hideous insect like creature following them. The resulting yells from inside the structure made it clear that they were fighting something inside. Most likely the druid A’bon had mentioned at the start of their journey. @Maleth @GobMaw_HellSmasha As bloodbath attempted to drive in after the woman throwing fire he was greeted with a familiar fire being thrown at him. Phoenix was able to move out of the way before the creature had been able to reach her and was unharmed. Bloodbath on the other hand landed on the ground with the fire that had hit him still burning. The foliage he had involuntarily surrounded himself with was burnt up almost immediately but the scales he had taken from the Wurm held against the fire. He felt the incredible heat but for now the scales prevented his flesh from being burnt. @Wata @Wincent After ending his conversation with the new edition to the local WBSA garrison Serpent left to look at the main attraction of the event, the art gallery. He was forced to duck under and squeeze through the doorway in a rather embarrassing fashion but he made it through without damaging anything. The art was in various styles from statues of ancient warlords and politicians from various countries that no longer exist to abstract paintings made by modern artists. The owner of the pieces on display was talking with a large group of other wealthy people. As such most people weren’t really paying much attention to Serpent giving him time to continue looking around the gallery. Other than more generic relics from before the crisis and some newer art he found the main attraction. A strange book encased a bullet proof airtight box with a small window to view it. Hallow entered the room shortly after she finished her own conversation with a boy who claimed to be the Nephew of Commander Stevens aka Morph. She was greeted by all the same sights as Serpent albeit from a shorter height. Though she also saw a familiar figure in a somewhat pale and very well dressed man standing near the display case. To call the man handsome was an understatement and an insult to his physical perfection. He was known to be a wealthy landowner in the SPU in the public but she knew him as the father of that ‘little’ girl who had sold her the tome yesterday. A very powerful man in both money and less mundane things. @Casavay Meanwhile Aura who had been left in the main room was approached by Morph who wore a rather relieved face as he had finally freed himself of the North Sea Nobleman. “By god that man was probably the most boring examples of humanity to have ever existed. Ten minutes of explaining to me the wonders of sub tundra farming.” He visibly shook for a moment as he remembered it. “I swear I came close to just liquefying my own brain just to get out of that. But enough on that, I managed to see you and Serpent talking. I trust you got along?” He asked with honest curiosity. @Wincent Mystic's incantation would prove to be very effective against the Scorpion, light overloading the creature's senses to the point that it just fainted, mind sent reeling from what had happened in front of it's eyes. The cloaked, polearm with glowing blade using soldier then finished off the creature by simply jabbing the tip of their weapon into the arachnid's head and then withdrawing the weapon with ease. @Azathoth As Prophet, his Cult and the insectoid Outsider made their way towards the Keep and entered through the main entrance, a large door that seemed made from the same material that made up the bulk of Keep. Inside, the place would seem abandoned, other than the occasional skitters of movement that belied that something else was moving in the shadows, likely watching their movements. However, it would seem that whoever had made the Keep was not a fan of long winded routes as soon they found the main feature of the Keep: A large, spacious room with an floor of pure earth that had a figure that seemed to have a dead, blacked tree sprouting from his head, the same shade as the tattered rags it wore. A blue glow seemed to emanate from within the Druid, as runes of unknown origin, but bearing the influence of the void hovered in the area around him. The Druid floating over a circle of clearly arcane origin, the same blue glow as he was with a similarly floating stand holding the Liber Umbrarum, in all it's glory by his side. The Druid raised his head, eyes locking upon Prophet as he said "So, I have interlopers that dare defile my plan. No matter, you shall all either bend your knees to me or die by my hands." With that said he then raised his hands and uttered an incantation one that would seem familiar given the elements of Void-Speak woven. The Insectoid outsider then found itself with roots enveloped in darkness, wrapping about it's limbs. It tried to struggle free, but it was seemingly too late for the being as the roots started to rip it limb from limb, the removed limbs tossed aside as if they were toys. A thick, green-black ichor was released from the Outsider's wounds, and it was rather clear when the Outsider became deceased as what was left of the body started fading out of reality, the same darkness consuming what was left of the body and leaving the Druid still there. He then said to Prophet "Do you still wish to challenge me?"