...Over by the remains of the main bar, where the first both used to
be, a Cold Harsh wind comes up from the floor. The wind seems to
swirl and take shape and out of the cold steps a tall man dressed
entirely in white with long silver hair, and a rather large lizard
sitting on his shoulder.

Having been away for several months Xavier had returned in hopes of
finding good friends, good music, the pleasent booth he had left
behind and a warm mug of spiced wine. The wind that he steps from
dies abruptly, and he looks around at the remains of the bar and
tables. Speaking to Hecate who is perched on his shoulder "It would
seem our reservation was not recieved." The Lizard hisses loudly at
the sour attempt at humor. Turning about he notices a considerable
amount of destruction, the doors to the kitchen are off their hinges
as if torn of by something rather large, there is a bronze statue
facing off with what appears to be an abomination of some sort, and
over by the foyer he sees a large mass of Imps. Closer to the
remains of the dance floor he sees another patron happily torching an
army of insects with a lighter and an aerosal can. Then of course
there is what appears to be a walking amalgomation of electrical
equipment stalking toward the foyer. "I hope they are on our side"
he comments absently.

Not having a clear view down the foyer he does not have a good view
of what is in it, or the damage there, but the Imps seem a bit more
than agitated by what ever is there. He looks at the lizard and
asks "shall we?" Hecate Hisses loudly, "you are right perhaps we
should change into something more appropriate, it does appear the the
Imps are armed and the large thing to my left seems to be well
equiped for battle as well." Having said that he removes his White
Leather Trench Coat and sets it over what is left of the booth, along
with his computer and sunglasses. He looks at the lizard who is now
on the floor beside him "It just never seems to end does it?" he
says then makes a great sweeping motion with his right arm, the
tempature in his immediate area drops rapidly as the wind rises from
the floor around him. His clothes change from the White leather
Pants and Silver Brocade shirt, into gleeming white Hakama and
Kimono, and a Silver Obi tied securly, he is also now wearing the
proper compliment of swords. Xavier glances at Hecate who is now
nearer to 20 feet in length and winged, and smiles they begin to walk
toward the foyer, with each step Hecates long claws leave deep
furrows in the wood floors of the Goth House. And trailing Xavier the
tempature continues to plummet, as he walks the floor under is feet
freezes and cracks, with his hand on his Katana he turns his pale
gold eyes at the foyer, and mumbles to Hecate "Once more into the
breech dear friends..." The lizard Hisses loud enough to make the
Imps take note of their approach, but return their gaze to the what
ever is in the foyer...


Xavier





--- In TheGothHouse@y..., Bynner.Drake@m... wrote:
> The Stygians were consolidating their beachhead in the Foyer, but
> something approached from the sea... something black-robed, with
> crimson fire burning from under its cowl.
>
> Deep within the Stygian portal, this newcomer's power drew notice,
> and something was set to meet it. Another creature stumbled from
the
> breach, though this one was less impressive to look upon. It had
less-
> than the height of a man, but more-or-less a man's shape... at
least
> as far as could be determined, since it was swathed head-to-toe in
> tattered purple robes. It limped as it came, supporting itself on a
> twisted crutch... it's hands and feet bound under spotted
dressings.
> Greasy ropes of hair hung from under its cowl, framing a face
> similarly bandaged. One burning ember that might have been an eye
> glared through a gap in the bandages.
>
> Ignorning the inhabitants of the house and the monsters, it hobbled
> from its realm to Arcadia, then through the shattered door and onto
> the step. The stones beneath its twisted feet cracked and wept, and
a
> wind, hot and dry, began to howl across the plains and through the
> surrounding streets, clashing with the muffling fog brought by the
> Ravenlord's ship where they met...
>
> Whatever it was, mage or minion or something altogether other, it
> waited upon the arrival of the one it had been set against...