Caeles' Rampage

Caeles walked through London, his messy white hair and pale body invisible to the mortals he passed due to a simple spell. Entering a small shop in the main street, passing by a mage in black who bowed as he passed, Caeles entered through a small passage behind the counter, descending along a stair case and entering a tunnel far below London. As he walked through the brightly lit tunnels, faint sounds of battle echoed dimly, the faint sounds of metal clashing and the fwoosh of fireballs occasionally being pierced by a scream... or a laugh.

Reaching a 3 way intersection in the tunnels, the tall mage glanced around the walls, before taking the left path, a sign in it announcing that it was the was to the Elders meeting room. A sudden roar pierced the sounds of battle and a cleaver, bleeding from a large chest wound, crashed through the wall to his right, and half embedded himself in the next wall, the large scythe dropping from his limp hands as his eyes glazed over. A shirtless mage entered from the hole in the wall, his right arm slowly reverting back from a brown bear arm. The mage bowed slightly to Caeles as he stated, "We have them. The Elders are bottled up in the meeting room, but are still putting up a fight. The cleavers and the other mages are either already captured of in retreat."
Caeles nodded and continued walking, "Losses?"
Tolero sighed, "Two, Crimson tried to take the Elders on his own... We're still picking up pieces of him. And Cyadine was taken down by 4 cleavers at the beginning."

"Less losses then expected then. Finish up here, send someone else to watch the entrances. We're going to deal with the Elders."
Tolero nodded and turned around to go to the entrance, his eyes narrowing as he saw a small group of cleavers running along the hallway. With a inhuman roar, he sprinted towards them, his upper body changing rapidly as he sped towards his foes. Caeles grabbed his zweihander and rested it on his shoulder, the gigantic blade glimmering in the light as he strode towards a shimmering pair of double doors in the center of the Sanctuary. Glancing at one of the mages guarding the door, Caeles commanded simply "Begin," and the mage nodded, waving his hands in a series of movements before clapping once. The doors stopped shimmering and exploded into flames as a fireball the size of a human head rocketed out of it.

With the fireball shooting towards him, Caeles glared at it, the orb of magical flames vanishing from existence with a small glimmer of solidified magic left slowly dropping to the ground. Pushing his left palm forward, Caeles chuckled slightly as he heard three bodies slam into the far wall. Cracking his neck, the pale mage walked forward to confront the English Council.

A fireball hurtled through the smoke, illuminating the now dim room with a crimson light until it was absently deflected by Caeles' zweihander. Caeles took a step forward and waved his left hand, sending a white edged wave of black energy shot forward through the rapidly clearing smoke, striking an elderly mage in a suit and throwing him into a wall. Another step, his thin zweihander swinging backhanded, the flat of the blade disarming a second mage with a rapier, the smaller sword embedding itself in the wall as Caeles drove his right foot into the mage's chest. The second mage was flung backwards over a desk. Two Elders in two steps. The third however had time to get ready.

Shadows swirled around the Grand Mage, his black gloves overflowing with darkness before he thrust his palms forward. Caeles ducked as shards of solid darkness pierced the air where his head had just been, a dull cracking sound echoed through the room as the arch above the door cracked from the impacting attack. Caeles stepped forward, his blade rising as me moved forward, it's gleaming point aimed at the Grand Mage's shoulder. A shadowy tendril whipped out of the right glove and wrapped itself around the thin zweihander, before snapping tight and flinging it in the other direction. Where it sliced a desk in half before sticking point fist in the wall, near the second mages head.

Spinning slightly, Caeles unleashed a devastating kick at the necromancer's right hand, his foot connecting with a shield of shadow as Caeles pressed his right palm against the Grand Mage's shoulder a second before a flash of energy filled with room. The necromancer fell to the ground with a scream. Brushing some dust off himself, Caeles called in the mages outside as he retrieved his sword from the wall. Two of the mages strode in holding binding handcuffs, which they attached to the Elders before reporting in.
"We have control of the Sanctuary. Twisted is going around and preparing the memories and the repairs have started, we should be done in an hour or so."
"Excellent. Have you found the book yet?"
"Umm... Not yet, we're still checking the vaults..."
Caeles shook his head slightly, "Get it done soon. We're leaving once the mind wipes are done. Tell Twisted to stick to the original plan."

Caeles turned, his read cloak billowing out behind him as he strode towards the sanctuary's library, countless pieces of magic were listed among it's records, some of it unique to the English Sanctuary. Entering the library, Caeles began to scan through the books.

Caeles closed the book with a snap and stood up, placing the book back on its shelf, and left the room. A young mage dashed towards him, "It's finished. Everything is back in order now." Caeles nodded and moved towards the Sanctuary's exit, the other members of the Reseirus leaving by various means. Some teleporting out in groups, a few vanishing into the shadows and the rest exiting in small groups out of the normal exit. A short, brown haired mage waiting at the exit walked towards Caeles as he left the building. "We have it. Now we just need to get out of here," He said as he handed a black orb to his leader. As Caeles grabbed the orb the mage added, "There is a copy of everything on there. Battle plans, prison locations and experimental magic. It's all there." Caeles tucked the orb into a pocket and left the Sanctuary, a crackling in the air proclaiming the cloaking spell was back in place.