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With each passing moment, Kailee found herself becoming even more angry as the bronze skinned demon stood in the center of the large town, flaming hair reflecting from dark grey armor and lighting the granite flagstoned street around her. Hearbeats from the surrounding residents in their homes asleep beat in her mind, a chorus that nearly drove her mad. Thundering in her mind, she bowed and placed gauntleted hands to her ears, trying to make it stop then in one angry flash, a pulse of dark, burning energy emanated from her in all directions blowing in windows and doors and soon silencing most. Giving her some respite, she opened her golden, vibrantly glowing eyes to note a mage of some power awaken and prepare to defend himself as she focused on him in the nearby, rounded building.

'I wouldn't do that if I were you,' she warned mentally.

'What is it you wish from us,' he replied nervously.

'There were a trio of travelers from the north who had booked passage on the Venture over a month back. I need to know where they went.'

'I'll do what I can to find out for you, just please, give me the time. I'll give you myself as payment if you'll just spare my family.' A request that she found pitifully weak and not worthy of her time.

'Hurry and I might think about it.' She felt him move hurriedly through his home, then downstairs and out through the front door to face her directly. A sight that she found amusing as he froze in his tracks. 'Move.' A command that prompted him to sprint towards the inn and race inside. She closed out the cries from the various homes and apartments as the dead were now discovered by family members, something that they had no idea of. Her brow dipped in growing impatience as she moved towards the tavern whose dark walls and rounded architecture were typical of the kingdom's people.

Suddenly, she noticed a group of males moving towards her in a hurry, weapons drawn and freeze once they rounded the distant building's corner. She turned to note the large warriors whose size were comparable to the Varangians in strength if not height.
Their captain motioned for the others to remain while he moved into the central courtyard that separated the buildings around them. "I'm Brant, champion to the king. Take me as your slave and spare our town. My life is..."

"Worthless. I didn't come here for slaves so shut up."

He stopped his progress, hand-and-a-half in his right hand. "Then why did you come?"

"Information which is being gathered now, so go back to bed." He remained and she turned to square on him as the trailing warriors readied for whatever came next. "Are you deaf?"

He shook his head and she could smell his fear that remained in check as his sweat beaded upon his brow. An emotion that made her grin darkly. "What knowledge do you seek? Nothing goes on here without my attention, maybe I can help."

She sighed loudly, steam pouring from her nostrils as the chamberlain emerged from the tavern and she half turned to listen. "Well?"

"An unknown land to the south of here, he said. They were overheard in their room talking about a place not found on any map, but there is a sailor who has been there. I'll have him brought now," he informed then looked to the gathered men beyond Brant. "Go get Elerig." A command that quickly sparked movement in one of them as she waited longer for something that was taking too long already. "Brant, go ahead and head back to your family," the chamberlain suggested and Kailee knew it was a code for gathering the king and reinforcements.

"Brant, don't bother, he's already on his way here," she interjected. "You may want to warn him that any more interruptions and this town burns."

His resolve solidified and he motioned for another of his men to carry out the order, then turned back to her still as defiant as ever. As the second ran off, she began to hate everyone here all of a sudden. "What do they call you, madam?"

Kailee grinned, "Your worst nightmare." In a flash, she sprinted through them, using her weight and strength to crush bone and send them flying like wheat being threshed on her way to find this Elerig herself. Within a few seconds, she found herself in the home of the elder mariner as he clothed himself, the messenger knocked through the doorway and into the solid headboard with a sickening crunch. "Hello."

His eyes widened in frozen panic and she moved up to him, armored hands gripped his head and ran through his memories of the trip south to the misty island whose protective storms and churning seas were a nightmare to any ship venturing too close. She backed from the half-orc now drooling from the mental attack.

"Was that so hard?" Now with the destination known, she gated to the elusive island nation in a swirl of flame, leaving more destruction in her wake. A night that the city would not soon forget.