<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Photos</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i42.tinypic.com/2isgklj.jpg)(http://mypix.me/images/fxb2182b5erzulcyzyo_thumb.jpg)(http://images.hitfix.com/photos/18096/defiance_schreiber_article_story_main.jpg)<br/>(http://cghub.com/files/Image/112001-113000/112413/522_stream.jpg)<br/><br/><br/></div></div><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>Anna Bell Coriander<br/>Kalvin Mikkel<br/>Kes Korbin<br/>Linell Salfor<br/></em></span><br/>East of the Tower Camp<br/>Two hours after the Tower's collapse<br/>Night one - (Sc-Gi)<br/><strong>tagged</strong>: Beraias Suichin</div><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Bell had been sleeping, or at least trying to. The pain was intense, both physically, and emotionally. Nothing had been so destructive, so blindly disregarded toward her well being. She couldn't have understood what it wanted to do to her. But she knew that half of her body was pitch black, and she knew<em> exactly</em>what had caused it. The trauma was settling now. Suichin had taken her back to his camp. He had clothed her with something. She wasn't concerned enough to inspect the fabric. He had already seen the worst moment of her life. He had seen every part of her, and covering up now wasn't a threatening issue.<br/><br/>Her entire left arm was black, however, just at the top of the forearm, by the wrist, it was white again, and her whole left hand was still naturally pale. Stripes, and flowing clots of black skin was stretched over her entire back, chest, and midriff.  Her right arm was lighty spotted, but her right hand was almost entirely painted the color of shadows. It was her sword hand, and it was in more pain than the rest of her body. She couldn't find out why. The right leg was almost untouched, a bit of her calf, and some spots on her right foot. Like her left arm though, the left leg was coated, and none of it remained white. Staying true to the pattern, most of the semen had settled inside of the left part of her body, and in the right position, she looked like a ying-yang.<br/><br/>A vision rode toward Suichin's camp. Three standing men, firmly in a defensive formation. They found him by chance, on their way towards the Tower Camp. The leader of this group was Linell Salfor, wisdom poured from him, and the other two looked worried, that something fishy might be happening, as if they didn't trust anyone. They looked unnaturally alive, awake, as if they had just woken up. Kalvin and Kes. One had a bandage on his face, the front of which was covered in blood. It looked like a burn, not a cut, or a cracked skull. Kalvin, the uninjured, and over-all, more put together man was dressed in fine clothes. They had been stained from travel, injury, and sweat. But he wore them highly. They approached Suichin from the front. The were on guard, unable to tell what the warrior before them might be capable of doing.<br/><br/>They had found the dead Finadar demon to the East, but they would have had no idea that this young man had performed the task. "May the morrow be near." Linell projected toward Suichin. "We are friends. I am Salfor, senior of these woods. This is Mikkel, and Korbin. They are both Sages from the northeastern reconnaissance camps. We are only seeking a spot by your fire."<br/><br/>Kes, and Kalvin seemed pleased with the introduction. But Kalvin needed to add more. He knew not who had appeared before them. "No matter your allegiance, young warrior." Mikkel's eyes were sharp, and he could see the weapons on Suichin's side. "I bring news that concerns you. Beyond that, we have not much to give you. Only news, only vital information."<br/>