"I– what?!" Elowen's words fumbled out of her mouth as she was dragged along behind the burly man. Usually, she was the one dragging people around, and she was beginning to rethink that particular method of transportation after having experienced it. Rubbing her wrist, the Dryad raised an eyebrow quizzically, her eyes widening as Silanus easily jumped onto the roof of a building. "Okay, how am I…?" she whispered to herself, scanning the area for something that could give her a boost before spotting a tarp roof covering a stall.

Wen took a deep, shaky breath, then bolted toward the tarp. Her lightweight build meant making huge leaps was a possibility; in fact, she had used a similar tactic to scale the towering trees in her home forest. So, as she jumped up onto the fabric roof, she knew that she could make it over to the building the soldier was on. Her second bounce carried her to where she needed to go, and she rolled as she landed to diminish the blow. One hand extended outwards. "Lead the way, Sir Tacticus Silanus," Wen offered, nodding at him.

Briefly, she cast her gaze down to where Randal was still distracting the guards, wondering if he would know where to find them, or if he would realize they had not gone to the inn. But she had faith in him, or at least in Edgest, to locate them. Though she wondered if that was such a good idea, with the soldier's attitude towards the mage. Bowing her head, the Dryad said a quick prayer for safety over him, and then followed Silanus as he bounded across the rooftops.

He sprinted down the alleyway with a huge smirk plastered on his face "Doesn't this feel great Edgest? It's like old times!" he looked to the side seeing the Wraith floating alongside him with a small smile "Randal we've been together for three years - Look out for the stall - and I think Angela could let my soul rest finally" the young mage narrowly avoided the wooden shop with a shout from the owner as he turned to hide behind some crates breathing hard, "What do you mean, well I know you want to rest but we can rest later" the wraith shook his head with a frown "I mean rest forever with just me and my family" the young mages smile dropped almost instantly before he stood up looking at the city infront of him, "Find the way to the Inn…"

The jog was long and silent as he entered walking straight to the bar and with an edge of seriousness in his voice spoke clearly to the maid "A large man with short dark hair and a green-skinned woman, are they here" when the women simply waved her had told him how she would have remembered seeing someone of the descriptions walk in, with that she walked off to talk to a man in the corner who seemed to pace away from the Inn with haste leaving Randal to slump down outside the Inn, after all he had done to get here, going through a rainforest, meeting a dragon and distracting the guards she had simply run away with the Fratis man, Edgest sat in the seat nearby with a echo of his usual voice, "Im sure shes okay Randal- Look out!" The young man turned to see a hilt slam into the side of his face with three guardsmen picking him up roughly "Hah, what idiot would come back to the criminals Inn what was he expecting" the men laughed before dragging him off with a worried Wraith simply going alongside his host in silent worry.

Silanus noticed how the dryad even called him sir. It was odd to hear such respect from a "goddess"; she did not demand anything or give any orders and treated him like an equal. Was she that humble, or simply unaware of her position? He could not really comprehend that, but the soldier had to admit that he preferred this over being treated as a lackey by her, so he wouldn't complain. While running in the roof, two archers in a nearby watchtower saw them. "Ey fella, what's those madmen doin' running in the roof? Isn't that forbidden?" One of them asked. "They must be up to no good, better shoot 'em down and act as nothing happened." The other one said, pointing at the dryad with his crossbow, then shooting. A loud whistle-like noise was caused by the steel bolt flying at such a high speed towards the nymph. However, after hearing the noise, Silanus swiftly slashed the bolt in mid air, before it could reach her and anything gruesome happened, 

"How dare you?!" Yelled Silanus, angered by such an unwise action. "How could they shoot at a nymph herself? Are they not aware?!" Though the soldier. The armed archer reloaded his weapon, while the other one simply observed. But, before he could shoot again, Silanus pointed his hand to the watchtower's direction… Soon, it began to glow and a dozen of spectral daggers came out of it, then flew towards the archers, killing both of them. "A-are you fine? What an imprudent act!" He said to Wen. Before they both ran again, a slam, followed by a groupal laughter could be heard. It was the boy from before! He had been knocked and captured. "What an idiot! How could he allow to be taken by some miserable guards? We should leave him to rot in whatever dungeon they'll throw him, he deserves it!" Exclaimed Silanus. Nevertheless, after looking back at the nymph, he realized that this lad was somewhat dear to the nymph; a friend or a companion perhaps? "…Is the lad under your divine protection, mistress? I… I think I COULD lend him a hand, if that's the case." Said the soldier, with a demoralized voice. "J-just keep running towards the manor…!" 

Silanus kneeled right where he was, but this time it was not a reverence towards the nymph, no. A dark aura surrounded the man, and soon a ghastly phantom emerged. It had a similar gear to the one Silanus had equipped, except it was all worn out and ill-kept… As if it was taken from an ancient, buried corpse! The eyeless spirit was floating around, until Silanus spoke to it. "I summoned you, my grand ancestor, to aid me in combat once more! Go punish those unworthy guards, I command!" After hearing such words, the ancestor flew towards the guards holding the men, surrounding them in a dark mist. In a matter of seconds, they turned into mummy-like corpses, all except the lad! "Let's go my Lady!" Exclaimed the leader, who ran towards the manor again. After invoking his ancestor, however, his energy and strenght was halved. 

Running across the rooftops as her hair whipped around her face, Elowen nearly forgot where she was or what she was doing. The intensity was just so thrilling, and she absolutely loved it. Despite her rather odd and honestly dangerous circumstances, Wen could not stop the smile from growing on her face. "Once I get out on my own again, I'll have to try more of this!" she thought to herself, golden eyes gleaming with excitement. The Dryad remained so completely enthralled by their adventure on top of the buildings, that she did not even register the incoming arrow. Her head snapped toward the noise, and she stumbled into a halt. "Wait!" Wen stated firmly, but she was too late to stop Silanus from killing the two watchmen. Dread filled her eyes, almost to the brink of tears for their needless deaths. "That was unnecessary," she whispered with a distant stare.

Noise, noise, the only thing that came out of the soldier's mouth was noise. The clamor from the streets below further muddled her thoughts, but as her eyes slowly drifted down to where she had heard the voices, seeing Randal was what finally forced her out of her stillness. Though she knew it would not do much good, Wen slammed one of her small fists into his arm for once again belittling the mage. "He is my friend, sir. And I should remind you that you are not." It was time to forget being kind to Silanus at Randal's expense. He had offered to help the mage; so be it. "If he is harmed," she spoke, a serious glint in her eyes, "I will never forgive you."

With that, the Dryad returned to leaping over the rooftops, though with a much less lighthearted attitude that before. Eventually, she made it to the manor, hopping down to ground level and keeping herself hidden in the shadows. But two more archers were there guarding the great building. One aimed an arrow at her. "Show yourself, troublemaker!" Unsure of what else to do, Wen raised her hands and stepped toward them. "Please, I mean no harm." This caused the archer to hesitate, clearly thrown off by her meek appearance.

His eyes opened in a haze as he groaned running a hand through his hair before a clearer sight was seen of the corpes laid perfectly still causing the boy to recoil to the horror before them, "How?" he asked speechless at the act before the Wraith seemed to descend from the sky with a angered expression plastered across his face "The answer is a damn ghost, that fool of a Solider believes he can play with magics he has no control over, Randal, I know your sore about the girl and knowing that you must do our Job to protect everyone from that thing he used" the mage sighed getting up from the ground with a wince and drawing his staff with a serious look, "Our duty lies before our wishes" they both nodded before sprinting through the streets following the traces of energy the Wraith could track.

He slid to a stop in front of manor watching the scene unfold, if anyone knew where the Fratis was would be the Dryad chanting the spell preparing for the worse he rapidly fired bolts of ice at the man freezing his limbs and bow to the wall before turning to the other with a quick slash in the air making a large strip of ice smash into him freezing his upper torso and left arm to the wall with a pained grunt before turning to Wen with a trouble expression, "He used a spirit as a weapon, so I need you to tell me where he is now" and just like that the mage had frozen the Dryad's feet to the ground with another ice bolt, "I dont blame you truly, that man has the ability and strength I lack tenfold but now is the time for me to do my job and thats to cleanse that spirit" he turned facing the rooftops shouting loudly his voice distorting into Edgest's filled with rage and anger allowing a way to vent his frustration out"Fratis! I know you're out there in the dark, you use your connections with your kin to kill as you like, but yet you bow to fake gods, Your systems were corrupt! Your people of a bygone age of paranoia! and your people don't deserve the right to come back if they use cheap methods of controlling spirits who wish to just be set free! so let's hope your fake prophets have room in whatever place you get put in"

Tacitus Silanus finally reached the manor, just to find himself with two frozen guards and the nymph with frozen feet, all this caused by the man he had just saved. He could not help but frown with anger and disbelief after hearing the mage's threats. "How dare you use a spell against the Goddess herself?!" He yelled, as he drew out his sword and twirled it a few times. "How DARE you speak against my people like that? How dare you speak against ME after I saved your life?! Have you gone rampant, you savage?!" Exclaimed the soldier once again, walking slowly towards the young mage. Silanus was not in a good condition to fight, not after summoning his Ancestor. However…

"Oh… I see… You have a problem with my Ancestor..? Then I shall not fight you…" He said, with an inimical, malevolent glare; soon, an ominous dark mist emerged. "HE will." And then, after he finished speaking, the phantom appeared once again. "Forgive me, my Lady. I did everything I could to tolerate this kid. I know that disobeying and defy a divine Nymph is a sin, but I, rightful emperor of the Fratian Empire, shall not stand and see how a sinner freezes your feet, then spits out threats against MY life!" Said the fratian, with a hand behind his back, and holding his sword with his other hand. "Begone." He said once again, then pointed his sword at the mage. Almost inmediately, the fratian spirit, armed with two swords, rushed towards the mage. The ghost let out an almost demonic, fiendish scream.

Silanus could not help but stand back and laugh when he saw the Ancestor flying towards the lad. Unless the mage dodged the spectral blades, or summoned some sort of barrier, he would take serious unholy damage. The ghost was inmune to physical weapons, and was only vulnerable to magic or magical weapons. Of course, it's biggest weakness was holy magic or a banishing spell… While the spectre was fighting against the mage, Silanus summoned two magical daggers, and threw them at the dryad's feet, freeing her and, obviously, without hurting her. She could side with Silanus or Randall, but now, nothing would stop the general's wrath. 

Her feet were frozen to the ground so quickly that Elowen hardly had time to register the mage's sudden appearance. Widening her eyes fearfully, she immediately shook her head and tried to talk some sense into him. "Randal, no! It's not like that. You must release me or–" She was cut off by the just as abrupt entrance of the soldier. Silanus seemed more than upset at Randal's accusations. He seemed furious. Since he appeared as though he was in no condition to fight, Wen held some hope that perhaps he would not try anything… but her heart sank as he called upon his spirit once more, this time to attack her friend and ally.

The Dryad did not bother turning her head as the soldier spoke to her, attempting to defend himself from having poor favor in her eyes. What he did not realize, however, was that she had already made her choice in this battle, and she would not back down. The Ancestor charged toward Randal with no sign of stopping or slowing. Its intent was clear. Struggling to free herself from the ice binding her to the ground, Wen gasped when she suddenly stumbled forward, no longer trapped in one position. Without a second glance back at Tacticus Silanus, the Dryad swiftly ran between the spirit and the mage, calling forth plant life trapped beneath the stone street. A tough wall of roots and vines twisted upwards, flinging bits of cobblestone through the air.

"I would rather side with an honest sinner than spend one more moment helping you!" Wen called, glaring through the gaps in her wall. There weren't enough plants to full satisfy her spell, which she soon found out. A sharp, stinging pain shot through her left side, and her golden eyes wandered down to where one of the Ancestor's swords had pierced through that side of her abdomen. The phantom jerked its sword back through the wall, allowing the Dryad to stumble back clutching the wound. She kneeled to the ground, sputtering while she grasped for her pouch, where she had a major healing potion stashed somewhere, if she could only find it…

"I am Randal Hex last of my name, raised in an orphanage, taught how to handle ghosts by the mage's Academy of Adeluna and you decide its best to hurt someone I care about?" cold air pushed forwards blowing small flakes of frost at the face of the solider, two seperate bodies stood side by side as Edgest seemed attached to the mage by a thin veil of light as they began to walk forwards slowly the wraith walking through the wall of plants first freezing almost brittle at contact allowing Randal to easily break through next to Wen, "You should have really stayed out of this Wen" Edgest seemed to finally take notice of the girl as the young mage cast a minor healing spell onto her wound to give her more time "It's nice to finally be able to greet you Dryad".

His eyes cold as ice reflecting the light of the frost around him, his sight set on the ancestor as his staff glew with a large circular drawing with amazing details in such a fluent moving "Ghost who shall not be named, you have commited crimes against the accordance of the dead therefore I banish you with this spell" swinging out the staff hit the ancestor torso watching the golden light start to take form on its body and wither away at its physical form as Edgest's form seemed to reform with the mages looking at Silanus with pure anger, "You see why your people fell now Fratis, because you use forms of magic that taint the world and now I will taint you" Randal's hand glew blue as tendrils of frost seemed to flow over his hand preparing to brand the soilder.

It was such a letdown for Tacitus Silanus to see the Dryad siding with the mage, and he was so dissapointed, even saddened when she protected him, at the cost of getting almost killed by his phantom. Walking slowly while twirling his sword, he spoke to the wounded nymph, mantaining a moderate distance. "Legends have always spoken about dryads. The oracles said that these nymphs were the wisest, and would favor their devotees and followers… I see now, that both of these statements were mistaken. Such a pity…!" Once again, Silanus stood back, regaining his energy and contemplating the short fight between the mage and his Ancestor. "Ungrateful, sightless people these days…" He exclaimed. An unit of town guards arrived to combat the incident and the trouble-makers, nonetheless, intimidated by the mage and the ghost alike, their commander yelled: "Bah, they don't pay us enough to combat supernatural foes! Withdraw men!" And, in a manner of seconds, they all scattered and ran away.

It was infurating to see how the mage banished his Ancestor, nevertheless, Silanus simply smirked with both rage and confidence, then turned his scowl to Randall and said: "You follow a really ambiguous code of honor with the undead, lad." The general gave out a brief chuckle, before speaking to him again: "That was faster than I expected… You actually defeated my Ancestor, kudos to you! But I must inform you that whilst I am alive, my Ancestor is. But it will take a long time to summon him again…" Silanus looked and listened to the "wraith". Such a foul creature, he thought… The Fratian had spent a lot of energy to summon the spirit, and it would be really hard for him to engage against both the wraith and the mage, and maybe even the nymph. He was outnumbered and had not enough magical power at the moment, but, his pride and honor were a price he would NOT pay, even if his life was at danger.

Before the wraith casted his ice spells, Silanus exclaimed with both anger and audacity: "Must I remind you that my Ancestor saved your arse, you cretin? You'd be used as target practice by the troopers of this city if not for ME!" After saying that, he turned his glance to the nymph and spoke to her too: "And you decide to side with the one who froze solid your feet to interrogate you, instead of simply talking to you? And I was dumb enough to waste magical energy and free you, my lady..!" Enough talking! After having said that, Silanus' sword ignited with dark-greenish, mighty fire. He clashed his sword against the floor and used the fire magic to dispel the ice tendrils and roots that were directed to him. With his sword, the Fratian then slashed the air, and waves of unholy fire flew towards the mage and his wraith. "YOU DIE NOW!" He yelled with inmense fury, then directed dozens of small magical daggers at them. The problem was, however, that Silanus was consuming too much magical power… Something that might backslash him later.

Finally finding her healing potion, Elowen drank the entire flask in one swig. Coughing as the wound closed, she removed her shaky hand from her abdomen to wipe the blood from her mouth, then rose to her feet. Tears fell from her eyes, caused by both the pain in her side and the furious words of the soldier. "I did not want to fight you. Still I do not!" she pleaded hoarsely, though her words seemed to fall upon deaf ears. "I am no goddess, nor do I claim to have wisdom. Please, listen!" It was too late. A hail of daggers were raining down on them, accompanied by a sea of hellish green fire. Without a spell to counteract the soldier, her only other option was to prepare an offensive attack and hope that Randal could protect them from the impact. 

Wen had to act quickly. A few small knife were already slicing past, nicking her on her very exposed skin. Reaching a hand toward the now exposed dirt that was once covered by stone, she summoned a ball of mud and watched it form in the air. She sneakily imbued it with the sleeping spell she knew, so that once it made contact with Silanus, he would fall asleep for a short period of time. That is, if he did not dodge the blow. Even with the soldier weakened and low on mana, Wen decided to at least attempt to escape before things got too messy. However, her own magical energy was depleting, and without the sun's rays it would not replenish.