OOC: Fighting is allowed in the Crossroads, just not devoting the entire thread to fighting.

BIC: Rize stood with an incredible scowl on his face. The golems had brought Eiro and Kric back, when they were supposed to simply punish them! “I knew I should have kept demons as my primary henchmen,” he thought.

The two of them were tied back to back, which was fairly odd considering Eiro’s larger size. One golem stood moping, obviously the only one who was able to tell that they were in trouble with their lord. The dark god crossed his arms, noticing that Kric was waking up.

“So alchemist,” he said, letting the word ‘alchemist’ roll off of his tongue like poison. “How did you like that cursed armor of mine? It took quite a few souls to make it, much like the Philosopher’s Stone of alchemical myth.”

The Diamond Alchemist didn’t open his mouth. To be more specific, he couldn’t. The golems had covered Kric’s mouth with a claylike substance that kept him from speaking.

“Yes, that armor was quite a masterpiece. It makes her life easier, and makes mine so much longer.” Rize brushed a stray blue hair from his red eyes, his incredibly bony hands cracking as he did so.

“MASTER RIZE!” squealed a figure, hidden in the shadows to the dark god’s left flank. A pale skinned dwarf came toddling over, his beard kicking up dust in front of him as he went. In his stubby hands were various books and maps, obviously a cartographer.

“Ahh, Jereelon. Just the man I wanted to see,” Rize bent down to reach the dwarf’s height, an even three feet. He whispered something in the dwarf’s ear in an ancient language that not even the golems seemed to understand.

“Well,” Jereelon said, his squeaky voice starting to wake Eiro up. “There’s the island town of Chomchum. You can send them there. I don’t even think the people in that town have boats, and the weather is dreadful.”

The god of bones stood to his full height, about 6’7, and turned to his golems. “Copper, Nickel, Silver!”

Three golems took a step forward, leaving two golems and a cube. With only five golems and two Ultima Demons, it didn’t seem that the dark god had much of a defense. He wasn’t much of a fighter himself…

“Take them thirty miles East, to the town of Chomchum. Don’t kill either of them though. I repeat: Do not kill either of them.”

Rize turned to Eiro and Kric, pulling out a blue orb. The orb fired a bolt of energy at the duo, knocking them out to ensure that they didn’t fight back on their way to Chomchum.

“I won’t go through the same mistake that Harges and Gorin did,” Rize thought to himself. “My immortality will not be taken away. That armor is the only thing ensuring that…”