<span style="font-family:Calibri"><span style="font-size: 12px">Gasps from the citizens filled the White Lady tavern. The joyous lute, mandolin, and violin that accompanied each other became deadly silent. Feet quit tapping on the ground as everyone stared at the abomination in front of them. Children hid behind their parents and women backed away from the sorcerer, frightened of who the sorcerer's next victim might be. "You murderer!" A man cried out. "You filthy, ugly murderer! Rapist! You killed her, you raped her! You are an abomination to this land, our town." A few whispers of agreement filled the silence. <br/>
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"You should be dead by now, you sinful pig! Dead, you wretched beast!" <br/>
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"Silence!" A man snapped. He had black hair and most knew him by his name and title, Tericius, the Noble One.  <br/>
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The Kingsguard drew their swords and the young man that Daxton had knocked back struggled to regain himself and his footing. This wasn't the time to stop and help a comrade. Tericius stepped forward and the Kingsguard surrounded the sorcerer on all sides, unhindered by his massive display of power towards their fellow colleague. He'd been put in charge of the capture of this imbecile who unfortunately, happened to be in the hands of Valeria. Now her blood stained Daxton's hands and he could not seek retribution for his actions. Justice was due.<br/>
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"Daxton Culver," the man stated. "You are under arrest, for the death of Councilor Sten, by order of His Majesty and the Arcane Guild. Surrender now."<br/>
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The crowd murmured amongst one another.  They prepared for the sorcerer to aim his blow, to strike hard and true. Tericius stared at the man as he sought to fought back with what seemed to be one of his damned incantations or whatever he had planned; he knew Daxton would be powerless against him and his best. Their armor had been imbued with resistance to Daxton's type of magic. They knew the consequences of standing up against the sorcerer nonethless and Tericius was growing impatient with the old fool and his evil ways. Had Tericius not had some sort of moral high ground, he would be slaughtering the sorcerer right now with everything he could muster.<br/>
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"I said, surrender!" <br/>
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An abrupt blow to the head knocked back Tericius and many others out as a foreign clear and somewhat bluish energy blasted out from the back wall of the tavern. A female's scream was unmistakable amongst what seemed to be hushed chaos for a few moments in time. Dust clouds and dirt filled the air, the wooden walls near the kitchen caught on fire and the very few citizens, if any at all, who survived the foreign matter, struggled to regain their sight and get to safety. Not far from the explosion, a young woman with raven black hair seemingly emerged out of nowhere from a deep pit in the ground without much effort. <br/>
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Her garb, however, was absolutely bizarre to those around her. High inch heels, a dirtied white blouse, and a pencil skirt from the modern era, thousands of years into the future. Not one person could understand who she was, what on Earth she was wearing, or where she came from. The lady simply fell from the sky, if that was anymore of an explanation than her being blasted with energy. The woman observed her surroundings, nose crinkling at the smell of ashes and burning flesh. </span></span><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family:font1509076070">She seemed to hold some sort of mysterious power with how calm she presented herself, though her apparent shock held a great weight for those who could read human emotion and body language well enough to understand even the smallest nonverbal cues. <br/>
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She dusted herself off as best she could.</span></span><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri"><span style="font-size: 12px"><br/>
"My goodness, that was a rough landing," she told herself. "I don't even know where I am. Hello? Anyone home?" <br/>
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