[11:25]
{Character Loaded, IC Year: 2130}
[11:44] {NARRATION} hi can anyone see this
[11:45] {NARRATION} The Heavenly General Yin's complexion warps into a ghastly white, as though teetering the line of death - the gleam of light held within her eyes snuffed, becoming dull and lightless like charcoal. Warmth seeps out of her body, leaving her with the disposition of a corpse, collapsing forward in a lifeless heap.
https://youtu.be/5fcRT8lmrnw?feature=shared&t=4
[12:12] "Nephilim...Not sure what that is but I'll certainly take your word on it! And I think I got the fact of them hiding their true form."
Scratching the side of his hand however, he'd perk up by the mention of spirits and the like before nodding more.
"That makes a bit more sense to me at least! Considering how many spirit stories are out there! Sorry if its a bit harder to explain things to me though..."
Another pause before continuing at least.
"My second question then would be...Why? Were the sisters summoned for something big then?"
(Metztli)
[12:18] Alot to learn it seems. He nods once more at that.
"A nephilim is someone of divine blood. A descendent of a god, in a way. You can recognize them by their wings, most of the time."
A few more thoughts went into his head as he thinks once more.
"They came because that is what they did. They tried to teach us a lesson. But most of us didn't listen. Or didn't listen enough. Or simply refused to learn."
He sighs a little at that.
"The lesson being that pointless slaughter, just killing people off for no reason… it should just be avoided. War happens yes, and that is ok in it's own right if there is a reason to it. But death has become the means to an end, to just kill someone and be done with it. That is not what death used to be. And it is still something that people just do. Kill without reason."
He exhales.
"I know I know. You probably now go, constant of death not wanting death tohappen? But it's less no we don't want death and more, we want life to have meaning instead of a world that is growing apart out of petty differences."
(Christophore Garijn)
[12:20] Asia S. Irontail says, "Hello father."
[12:20] Miyuhiko S. Irontail says, "Hello, hello."
[12:22] Asia S. Irontail says, "Have you heard father? The fel has marched upon Londo."
[12:23] Discomfort, low & murmured words to Miyumi. That smile is gone, a more serious expression across the child's face.
"Isn't the vigil already one keep protecting the shadowland, over what was once Aphro's? Are you...ready for a scenario like what happened to Aphro's if Xuefeng makes...a village there?"
Hollowness, within those eyes.
"As for more room...I wanted to buy an apartment here, but none were available. So-more room, is not wrong."
A low rumble, the sabre finally falls. Planted into the ground, almost dropped as if too heavy to carry any longer. It digs gently into a crack into the tiling, as the child leans against it. Eye's beginning to half-lid, a long day?
(Poser)
[12:24] Poser to yi Su
(Poser)
[12:28] Yin quietly places a bag of 700 coins in Katsuhito's hand.
(Yin)
[12:28] She laughed a little bit nodding to Poser.
"Oh well please don't take my ramblings too seriously. My ambitions for Xuefeng are merely hopes as a proud member of this community. I am not in a position of leadership nor do I think I have the wisdom for it. Such divinity and judgement was given to the Emperors family. But I do wonder Lady Regent Miyui, where did you plan to expand?"
My own personal ambitions are more so in the realm of solving problems regarding evil spirits, demons, and undead. I hope to be an exorcist in the coming years. That is how I will help Meranthe! By wielding Ryujins Revitalizing Flame!"
She struck a little pose briefly.
(Yi Su)
[12:28] Negai o Kanaeru's voice (to Yin): Hahaha.. hahahaha! Hahahahahaha!
[12:29] Miyumi S. Irontail says, "There is room for Xuefeng itself here to expand still, that is where my focus will be. I have plans in the works."
[12:29] Yin says, "..."
[12:29] Miyumi S. Irontail says, "In all directions from where we are now, we can still double in size."
[12:29] Poser poser struck a POSE back at them, a single finger raised, a thumb extended outwards.
(Poser)
[12:30] Poser genuienly leans forward, eyes wide, lighting up.
(Poser)
[12:31] A voice pierces through Yin's head. It is enough to cause her to clutch it, eyebrows furrowing.
What was that...?
She looks left, she looks right -
but there is nothing around. Ominous.
(Yin)
[12:31] Poser tilts their head towards Yin.
(Poser)
[12:32] Poser exclaims, "Ah, good!"
[12:32] Yi Su exclaims, "I'll be back soon! It was nice meeting you Poser!"
[12:32] Katsuhito turns, briefly, back toward them. He remains wordless, though - it's a fleeting gesture, but he seems a tad bit more alert.
(Katsuhito)
[12:32] Poser asks, "Ah! When you get back, do you want to see my sword?"
[12:33] Yi Su exclaims, "Oh sure!"
[13:45] Yi Su exclaims, "Zhengyi were expecting company soon!"
[13:46] Zhengyi says, "Company-"
[13:47] Zhengyi asks, "Of what kind?"
[13:47] Yi Su says, "Ohh General Yins sister actually... But I have a feeling they're not on good terms."
[13:47] Ikonocles says, "I am Ikonocles."
[13:47] Zhengyi says, "..."
[13:48] Zhengyi says, "Is-"
[13:48] Cleald says, "Greeting Ikonocles, you seem to be doing well."
[13:48] Zhengyi asks, "Is their name Yang?"
[13:48] Yi Su says, "Yah..."
[13:48] Poser asks, "...What is going to happen?"
[13:48] Yi Su says, "Probably violence, so prepare yourself."
[13:48] Zhengyi says, "My weapons are my hands, I am never unprepared."
[13:48] Yi Su says, "Hi Ikonokles. You're very large."
[13:49] Grey Aundeoth says, "Hello, Ikonocles"
[13:49] Yi Su says, "And your cute fuzzy feets"
[13:49] Ikonocles says, "I am both very large, and Ikonocles."
[13:49] Katsuhito says, "Well met."
[13:49] Yi Su says, "Hi Mari."
[13:50] Mari Dominic says, "Hi."
[13:50] Grey Aundeoth says, "I'm here to represent the Kingdom of Fortune... and because I heard there could be trouble."
[13:50] Grey Aundeoth says, "Hey, Chris, Bonbon, Urano."
[13:50] Yi Su asks, "How are things in the Dominic family?"
[13:50] Urano says, "Hello."
[13:50] Mari Dominic says, "Oh, you know."
[13:50] Bonbon says, "Yo"
[13:50] Christophore Garijn says, "What'S going on? I heard the bell and I'm getting flashbacks to about 20 years ago."
[13:50] Mari Dominic says, "Dead."
[13:50] Yi Su says, "Ah"
[13:50] Mari Dominic says, "Ahuhu."
[13:50] Mari Dominic says, "I have about six dozen cousins, though."
[13:50] Yi Su says, "Tell Mortyl I said hi and I'll see her when I'm done being a immortal hero of the Sheng Empire."
[13:50] {NARRATION} One of the local residents looks at Grey in awe and whispers 'Is that the swimming supreme?!'
[13:50] Mari Dominic thinks, "That doesn't seem right."
[13:51] Yi Su had a yellow duck floaty and came in last on that race.
(Yi Su)
[13:51] Grey Aundeoth looks for the resident in question, and nods in conformation.
(Grey Aundeoth)
[13:52] {NARRATION} The starry-eyed resident faints at the nod, carried off by his older sibling for medical attention.
[13:52] Poser looks COMPLETELY LOST
(Poser)
[13:52] Mari Dominic thinks, "What a dork."
[13:52] Koryn says, "..."
[13:52] Grey Aundeoth says, "..."
[13:53] Christophore Garijn says, "Shit grey, you're getting renown."
[13:53] Bonbon says, "..."
[13:53] Christophore Garijn says, "No luck for the third place it seems."
[13:53] Christophore Garijn says, "Ah well."
[13:53] Grey Aundeoth says, "Well at least now it's for something that doesn't get me a bounty"
[13:53] Yi Su says, "That's just 2nd loser sadly."
[13:53] Grey Aundeoth says, "Harsh"
[13:53] Christophore Garijn says, "Harsh. Still got a nice hat from it tho."
[13:54] Grey Aundeoth says, "True"
[13:54] Yi Su asks, "Kinda surprised a Siren didn't win. Has any of them declared like a blood fued or written your name in a book after that?"
[13:54] Negai o Kanaeru's voice (to Yin): Hahahaha!
[13:54] Grey Aundeoth says, "No"
[13:54] Grey Aundeoth says, "I'm on good terms with Syne"
[13:55] Negai o Kanaeru's voice (to Miyumi S. Irontail): ... hehehehe...
[13:55] Miyumi snapped awake.
"Yes?" A question to all of those that needed her moments before.
(Miyumi S. Irontail)
[13:55] Yi Su says, "Whew, dodged a bullet."
[13:55] Mingyue casted a gaze at Tsumi, pointing at The Bell.
(Mingyue)
[13:55] Katsuhito says, "- Oh. Yin suggested you when I asked about an artificer. I think that can wait, though, so long as you're willing."
[13:55] Grey Aundeoth says, "Traverse are good friends of the kingdom."
[13:55] Katsuhito says, "There are many visitors."
[13:55] Christophore Garijn says, "I don't remember but I think I left a few sirenians in the durst too."
[13:55] Anthony Falcone asks, "Is tha' a fuckin' critter 'neath tha bell?"
[13:55] Ikonocles says, "I cannot swim."
[13:56] Grey Aundeoth says, "You should learn"
[13:56] Ikonocles says, "No."
[13:56] Grey Aundeoth says, "What if you fall in the water"
[13:56] Ikonocles says, "I will perish."
[13:56] Grey Aundeoth says, "Because you cannot swim"
[13:56] Ikonocles says, "Indeed."
[13:56] Grey Aundeoth says, "So learn to swim"
[13:56] Ikonocles says, "No."
[13:56] Koryn says, "Take off the hammer"
[13:56] Ikonocles says, "Definitely no."
[13:56] Grey Aundeoth says, "Why not learn to swim"
[13:57] Tsumi S. Irontail says, "I don't think he can."
[13:57] Yi Su says, "That was my first time swimming, I was lucky they had floaties."
[13:57] Tsumi S. Irontail says, "Iko is ever burning."
[13:57] Ikonocles says nothing.
(Ikonocles)
[13:57] Zhengyi says, "I did very well at the swimming."
[13:57] Grey Aundeoth says, "I won."
[13:57] Mari Dominic says, "The Jotunn likely could not swim if he tried."
[13:57] Mari Dominic says, "He is too large and too on-fire. He'd just boil beneath the waves..."
[13:58] Bonbon says, "Poor fish"
[13:58] Admin Bluebirb: ARE U READY DANDELI
[13:58] Ikonocles says, "I will turn the oceans to steam and walk out on dry land."
[13:58] Admin Dandeli: im ready to rp u
[13:58] Admin Dandeli: dying
[13:58] Admin Dandeli: yeha
[13:58] That sense of unease only grew more and more as the time drew closer. To those who had arrived to witness what it was, exactly, that Heavenly General Yang had to announce.
One may look left, and another may look right, and yet all that remained was no sight of 'Yang'. Yin stood in the center, taking in a deep breath.
"Those of our beloved Xuefeng, and those who may have arrived - hello. Welcome. I am... Heavenly General Yin, Kampaku to Lady Regent Miyumi Shinjitsu-Irontail."
The colouration of Yin's skin grows more and more white as time passes on; a worrying look, but the woman continues with her speech regardless.
Uncharacteristically, she is lacking stoicism; she is lacking the ability to hide her emotions, and they are on full display, for once. Eyebrows furrowed, sweat beading down her face.
"... Yang, my sister, had something she wished to announce to you all. What it is, I am unsure of, as I had been unable to get in contact with her until r-recently..."
Yin becomes imbalanced. Slowly, but surely, from the roots of the drakanites' hair does the colour shift and change; it spreads down like watercolour, changing pure white to purest black.
Nausea bubbles. Eyes widen. She realizes something is terribly, terribly wrong; and those who are familiar with spiritualists and animists can note the frantic behavior of attempting to take talismans out, slapping them across her body before it was too late.
All the while,
she tried, so very hard,
to keep talking.
"W-we experience... an unfortunate c-condition. So, in order for her to m-make an appearance, we have to swap p-places; we share the s-same..."
Something calls to her in her mind. She can no longer keep herself steady, nor can she keep talking; the pain becomes much too great, and tears start welling from her very eyes.
The bell rings.
But it's not enough.
Yin's head aches with the pain of a thousand swarming memories, and despite the intense, scared expression on her face, another voice breaks through her lips--
"Hehehehehe... Ahaha... Hahahahahahahahaahaha! Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!"
(Yin)
[13:58] Admin Bluebirb: ok go
[13:58] Rhazin Seablade says, "Pft... The ocean will swallow you whole."
[13:59] Reek ventures into town with wandering eyes. The architecture gives off the impression of eye candy with its unique appearance that differs from a lot of the towns he visits down South. He remains bundled in his armor as the cold fails to breach his fiery cladded skin! He spots a familiar face or two, one with a debt to be owed which he approaches in kind.
(Reek)
[13:59] Christophore Garijn says, "Uh..."
[13:59] Christophore Garijn says, "That... doesn't seem normal."
[13:59] Bonbon says, "Oh boy..."
[14:00] Mari Dominic thinks, "Why is she being so loud? Ugh."
[14:00] Bonbon says, "Chris, you should look at her with your glasses-"
[14:00] {NARRATION} Narrating...
[14:00] Grey Aundeoth activates his aura as a... precaution, just in case.
(Grey Aundeoth)
[14:00] Reek says, "Oh. . ."
[14:00] Christophore Garijn does infact look at Yin with his spirit sight.
(Christophore Garijn)
[14:01] Admin Bluebirb: waits forr the narrate so i can hit dead state on myself and then ghost
[14:01] She blinked surprised, Yin had never told her that her and her sister somehow shared the same body?! Were there two souls within the same form?!
Whatever the case she wasn't sure what was happening but the maddened laughter cause her to hesitate.
"General Yin?!"
She asked by reflex spooked to say the least as the young Exorcist in Training readied herself. Her body erupting in a white light with flicks of flame around it from the Drakanites effort to meld flame with Holy magic. Her 'Fire of Two Worlds' as she called it.
(Yi Su)
[14:01] {NARRATION} For a while, she laughs.
She laughs.
And she laughs.
And she laughs.
Until she runs out of breath.
The Heavenly General Yin's complexion warps into a ghastly white, as though teetering the line of death - the gleam of light held within her eyes snuffed, becoming dull and lightless like charcoal. Warmth seeps out of her body, leaving her with the disposition of a corpse, collapsing forward in a lifeless heap.
[14:02] The medic takes a few steps forward on reflex, before halting to look to the Lady Regent for instruction. While the heavenly general has certainly fainted as though something had gone very wrong, he is ignorant of any other circumstances or his place here.
(Grey Aundeoth)
[14:02] Yup. This wasn't good. Whatever it was. And yet, the spiritmancer simply stayed in the crowd, his gaze straight on the dead(?) Yin with his spectral spectacles.
There was likely some plan here. And considering all the times Xuefeng had weirdness going on?
He was content with letting those events play out for some time.
(Christophore Garijn)
[14:02] Zhengyi had been expecting a more- 'mundane' guest.
The arrival of Yin's sister in a wagon or carriage of some sort if anything, with a procession if they were noble or wealthy- but instead? She seemed to witness something entirely unexpected.
As Yin underwent a transformation, it made the tiger's spine tingle- her ears twitching back towards the sides of her head.
"...Is this what was supposed to happen, Yi Su?" She asks, concern evident on her expression- "Is she okay?" The feline preparing to move forward to offer assistance if it would be needed.
(Zhengyi)
[14:03] Admin Dandeli: LOL
[14:03] Admin Dandeli: i was gonna post the other one
[14:03] Admin Dandeli: immediatleya fter
[14:03] Admin Dandeli: but i think i just
[14:03] Admin Dandeli: let them all panic first
[14:03] Admin Bluebirb: i hope u aprpeciated my timing
[14:03] Admin Bluebirb: by pressing the state
[14:04] Admin Bluebirb: right after the narrate
[14:04] That saber had been pulled forth, from the tiles, from the cold, from the frostheaved ground. A pink gaze, lands upon the one who falls down, laughter ringing through the square. Through a humble little village, with dreams to become more.
A single?
S t e p.
The air grows thicker, a shroud, vibration rolls around the young giant. Visible as waves like within a desert, the air itself, it's tension being disrupted. They ready themselves, brace themselves, pink gaze half-lidding, body stiffening.
(Poser)
[14:04] The toll of the bell rang through Meranthe, and heeding its call the young Seer made his way north. Through the thick trees, crossing over snowy fields...eventually the small nation of Xuefeng could be spotted.
Others heard the call as well.
A modest gathering settled within the village and the Loux was no exception to the confusion.
Laughter, followed by the collapse of a Heavenly General. Her visage before collapsing brought worry, but the amount of concern openly displayed was stifled.
Instead, he blinked. "..This is not usual?" The teen questioned aloud; Yin seemed to at least know that something was going to happen before she fell.
Was she a medium of sorts?
(Hjalti Loux)
[14:04] The Astra Knight of the Bastion soon is taken back by sudden drop dead motion of the Heavenly General, was she actually dead or, was this some sorta spiritmancy at work? Or just something involved with such?
Eitherway the situation has her ready for something odd to make it's appearance, her hands near her weapons but not drawn yet...
(Bonbon)
[14:05] Admin Dandeli: u did good
[14:05] Admin Bluebirb: im assistance
[14:05] The news brought by Yin was surprising, but not overly so- until she suddenly broke into a manic, prolonged laugh.
The abrupt shift in her demeanor and her eventual collapse caused his brows to furrow in concern. Though he typically remained composed, seeing a key member of Xuefeng in such a state was an exception.
Mingyue felt lost turning to Miyumi, someone who may have an answer,
"Lady Regent, do you know what is going on?"
(Mingyue)
[14:05] Standard. This was the standard ; waiting. Senses were open-ended, and he embraced the flow of the world and all things around him - seen, or unseen - and even yet, one could not perceive that which came from within. A trained swiftness brings Katsuhito to spiral around, guided by similarly feathered wings -
This was it.
Familiarity crosses his visage. Something known - a flash, perhaps - across his countenance. Worry subsumes all else before the passage of a singular second, and then quickly focuses itself into a honed point forged solely upon that aforementioned inkling of understanding. Laughter booms, rippling before him.
Wind billows past, causing the bells upon his person to chime with dissonant wails, rather than that usual softness. Proximity allows him a singular lining, forged of the most infinitesimal strand of silver - outstretched arms, which halt the impact and lower the general, softly, to the ground below.
"This is..."
Does he even have a chance to finish that thought? It dies in his throat - in his mind.
(Katsuhito)
[14:06] Reek asks, "So alert. . .is this not a performance?"
[14:06] Alexander Durant says, "...The body seems pretty dead to me."
[14:06] In the spirit of cooperation between the two nations Ikonocles had come to Xuefeng to hear the announcement of the divine general. Wandering through the streets, it seemed that none of the buildings could comfortably accommodate him, not that he minded. The cool air upon his burning skin was refreshing.
He found a spot in the square, not too far forwards, he didn't want to upstate the residents, and listened to the general's speech. His unblinking crowned gaze never wavered even as the wicked sounding laughs reverberated through the square. Ikonocles did not react, that was until the change began.
White hair turned dark, skin turned pale, corpse like body falling forwards.
As soon as the body hit the floor, Ikonocles wrenched his hammer from his back, beginning to whip his flames about his form until he seemed more demon than man, cold tyrium helmet peeking out through the inferno.
But not yet did he take action, merely prepared for it, for he did not understand the intricacies of the culture he was stepping into.
To nobody in particular, he voiced but a few words of warning.
"Be on your guard."
And so he waited, weapon poised, weight forwards, preparing himself for what was to come.
(Ikonocles)
[14:06] Yin thinks, "On Kirikaku Sowaka. On Kirikaku Sowaka. On Kirikaku Sowaka."
[14:07] Admin Dandeli: is
[14:07] Admin Dandeli: no one helping u
[14:07] Admin Dandeli: thats so funny
[14:07] She'd but come out to listen to one of the heavenly generals announce something assumed important, chilled by Xuefeng's air whilst she listened to her speak. Dark pupils observed cautiously as her skin only seemed to grow whiter as time passed.
Naturally concern was the first reaction to come to mind amongst laughter fairly described as the one thing more chilling than the temperatures which surrounded their mountainous home. And as she collapsed to the floor, she glanced around towards the rest and opened her mouth,
"Shall a medic not see to her?"
Perhaps a little late on the statement, but hopefully not too late for someone to take action if necessary. An arm idly rested on the hilt, but those who looked closely could have seen her fingers itching to wrap around if necessary in self-defense.
(Mèng Taiyang)
[14:07] Admin Dandeli: they just asking
[14:07] Admin Dandeli: they so real for that
[14:07] koyrn had no clue what was happening but he felt thetension rising in the air he redied himself for anything .
(Koryn)
[14:07] Anders breathes in the cold, frosty, mountain air. It has been years since he has last been to Xuefeng, and by extension, to an environment he once grew up on.
As he looks on towards the crowd assembled at the front of the town's main building, his attention focuses on the two individuals at the steps leading up to the building's balcony.
Seeing someone just collapse, he squints his eyes, looking for anything that might harm the children, keeping his right hand ready to draw his rifle.
(Anders Brightwood)
[14:08] Admin Bluebirb: LMFAO
[14:08] Admin Bluebirb: theyre all just staring at me concerned
[14:08] Admin Bluebirb: imagine if i was actually dyin
[14:08] Admin Bluebirb: g
[14:08] Anders Brightwood ponders, "Sorry sir, heirs? Of whom?"
[14:08] Gareth Tidebreaker says, "Uh oh."
[14:08] {NARRATION} Narrate soon. . .
[14:09] Reek says, "So this is . . .real. . .Yikes."
[14:10] Ro seats apart from the crowd. The inaudible chorus of chatter, gossip and merry making is unusual for the usually quiet settlement. Not since the lantern festival did she recall a need to avoid the large gathering.
One noise somehow pierces the veil of incomprehensible sounds. A cackle. A laugh. Like a crash of thunder, it overwhelms all others. The raucous soon dies down. All are quiet and curious. Whispering back and forth. Eyes shift from the general to the regent and back again. Naturally, her own attention is drawn towards the only one that demands it.
"Oh."
Lips part in awe at the drakanite's transformation. Colors once bright, fade and dull. White to black. Pale to paler. She lifts the tinted frame from her nose, beholding the sight with her naked eye.
"I did not know. Such a thing."
Beyond the concern for a comrade. Another curiosity. A mystery.
(Ro Hikari)
[14:10] The Regent's eyes came to close as the bells rang out. She took in a deep breath, removing the foreigners that came to her lands from her perspective and instead rooting her position in the snow.
Questions came her way. People voiced concern. But in the immediate they were given no answer.
Next time the Irontail's lids lifted the color that made up her iris was spinning upon itself. Seconds until they'd come to stop. Black rings formed in either iris. Before her, the world laid itself bare. Truth waited to be found. The secrets at her beck and call, only waiting to be found.
Miyumi looked upon Yin who began to collapse, the light in her eyes fading, the color draining from her skin. She didn't race up, instead would the world's weight abandon her. Miyumi began to float upward.
"They share a single body, this isn't the first time they've come, but it is.. different. I've spoken with Yang a few times. Though, she's been gone for three years or so." Eyes cast to Mingyue, Yi Su, to her sister. Ensuring they'd all remain at ease. "Mingyue, make sure no one touches the bell with Yaggrin. Nothing good came from it being rang the last time spirits were involved."
Above the lights she remained, waiting, watching. "Yang would kill her, wait until we hear what she has to say."
(Miyumi S. Irontail)
[14:10] How is Tsumi supposed to react to Yin's change, when this is completely new? Any memories of the Heavenly General's double would have been buried beneath years in her childhood, and the princess can but watch in awe, checking the Lady Regent and Mingyue's reaction for guidance on how herself should act.
Yin's thunderous laughter shakes the girl's composed countenance and she retreats a few steps, standing next to Ikonocles and behind her mentor. One thing she can be certain is Miyumi would not trust a madwoman for her role. The trust put in her sister extends towards the dismayed Heavenly General, and she bids-
"Pray share the message you've come to deliver, Yang." Followed by an uncertain gulp.
(Tsumi S. Irontail)
[14:12] Miyumi S. Irontail says, "Wouldn't kill her*"
[14:12] Admin Dandeli: has any1 done somethign that would
[14:12] Admin Dandeli: change the narrate
[14:12] Admin Dandeli: no1 has
[14:12] Having been starting to nod off against the wall, once the celebrations was starting, they pushed off. Only to hear the latter of the introduction, that stuttering... Followed by deranged laughter.
"What is wro-..." Fully their attention landed onto Yin, only to witness the drakanite collapse right where they had stood. With blackened hair and a limp form.
If there had not been affirmations that this wasn't a dead body from those of Xuefeng… The shield bearer was primed to check up on the guest, "I'm waiting... This is."
A pause, "Morbid."
(Cleald)
[14:12] Admin Dandeli: shot u with divine magic hakve they
[14:12] The announcement from the lady regent is heard, and the captain remains where he stands, wary of trouble. His gear is meat for warmer climates, but the all-weather cloak he bears is warm enough that he doesn't need to stamp his feet against the cold.
A slight push of gravity keeps a warm layer of air about him all the same. Water out of his boots. He decides to remain quiet, having no reason to speak during an announcement.
(Grey Aundeoth)
[14:13] An explanation was provided, followed by new orders. Without hesitation and with a nod, Mingyue responded with the single word he knew best:
"Understood."
He then left his position and moved swiftly to station himself near the bell,
(Mingyue)
[14:13] He groans a little.
"...so another form of possession around…"
He mutters to himself.
(Christophore Garijn)
[14:13] Admin Bluebirb: he doestn know
[14:14] Admin Bluebirb: no
[14:14] Admin Bluebirb: they havent
[14:14] Admin Bluebirb: theyeve all been like
[14:14] Admin Bluebirb: HRGH
[14:14] {NARRATION} Narrating!
[14:14] Admin Bluebirb: TENSES UP
[14:14] Expecting a festival, smiling faces and maybe some good food to enjoy.. The runt of a teen is met with a far different sight! The hiss of steel being drawn, razor sharp tension in the air. Magic trembling the air as it's brought to the ready. As for Bristol?
He shrinks down a bit, easily disturbed once he sees that body hit the stairwell and everyone start drawing weapons. Oh no.. not another fight. Arms come up to his sides and stave off the chill as he looks on, murmuring to his friends in a hushed tone.
(Bristol)
[14:14] Admin Bluebirb: LOOKS AROUND
[14:14] {NARRATION} In the next second that churns a void-black darkness envelopes Yin; from her head does it cascade downwards, consuming her entirely. In the center of her chest archaic Shengese runes ignite with a malevolent glow.
Those who harbour the knowledge on how to read them perceive a singular word:
'Wishgranter.'
They fizz, bubble, and then - pop!
The silhouette of an old tale erupts forward, a humanoid hand grotesquely clawing out from her chest. Then a second hand. Then a torso drags itself free. A head. Shoulders. An entire being of shadow slogs out in it's escape, piercing red eyes beaming down to the crown.
"Ah.. at long last! I have amassed sufficient chi! Wretched imbeciles! To first believe that I would fulfill their ridiculous wishes! Long have I gorged on the despair of their most pitiful offspring - this bottomless grief has been very flavourful!"
"YIN SHUREN! REJOICE! Your sorrow.. it has nourished this wayward princess thoroughly. Without Yang's intervention I would be indominable.. but no matter.."
".. I shall swiftly have these Shengese imbeciles dispatched! I need no longer grant their putrid wishes: I can reap their blood and grief for myself, kuhuhuhu!"
A scythe is suddenly swung in the air, a searing arc daring to rip asunder the very air. As a blackened realm creeps foward, looking to swallow the landscape whole..
.. how will Sheng respond to this nethradin and their Heavenly General in peril?
[14:14] Admin Dandeli: ok
[14:14] Admin Dandeli: they can
[14:14] Admin Dandeli: deal w that
[14:14] Negai o Kanaeru's voice (to Zhengyi): Hahaha!
[14:14] Negai o Kanaeru's voice (to Poser): Hahahaha!
[14:14] Negai o Kanaeru's voice (to Grey Aundeoth): Hahahaha! Can you swim?! Hahahaha!
[14:15] Negai o Kanaeru's voice (to Christophore Garijn): Bwahahahaha!
[14:15] Poser thinks, "HAHA~AMAZING!~"
[14:15] Admin Bluebirb: HJKASHDASHFUIFHUISDHFSEDF
[14:15] Suddenly sweats in the cold, mountain air, as he looks towards Meri with a bit of fright. He realizes that she wasn't kidding when she said she was the heir of someone, that she was a princess, an actual princess.
Sensing the urgency of the situation, and the dead corpse at the front, he starts thinking to himself.
The sudden appearance of a grotesquely shaped humanoid hand, then body, forces him to act.
(Anders Brightwood)
[14:16] Grey Aundeoth says in telepathy, I can yes
[14:16] Negai o Kanaeru exclaims, "Kuhuhuhuhu!"
[14:16] Bonbon says, "Oh that's a big one..."
[14:18] He groans once more. He could read shengese runes. He was a runecaster and also very much understood shengese runes, for he had studied them.
"Wishgranter, hm? Seriously? Does noone of you start to see the pattern of greed? Have we all seriously come so far as to keep falling for the same old trick over and over again?"
He groans hard. Again.
"First the Ascea case, now a Nethradin, both pulling the same stunt. Just utterly foolish that you keep falling for this…"
Well, so be it. It was time to clean up peoples messes once more, as his own body turned to mist and his blade was drawn, to hum quietly in his hand.
"Lets just get this over with."
(Christophore Garijn)
[14:19] Bonbon says, "I don't think now is the time for that, this might be older then that..."
[14:19] Nera asks, "Is a festival happening here?"
[14:19] Negai o Kanaeru's voice (to Nera): HAHAHAHAHAHA!
[14:20] Negai o Kanaeru's voice (to Nera): HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
[14:20] Bonbon says, "....No Miss Nera-"
[14:20] Rhazin Seablade says, "Sort of.."
[14:20] Negai o Kanaeru's voice (to Nera): KUUUUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
[14:20] Koryn says, "I dont think festival is the right word"
[14:20] He is suddenly very glad he activated his aura. The captain quickly assumes a ready stance, glancing off towards his marines and sliding through the crowd in a flickering silhouette. Moving towards the heirs, and Anders, to guard them.
Protection for his extended family, and the heirs to his liege. One in the same, really.
The nethradins ramblings are ignored, it's a monster plain and simple, a thing to be destroyed and driven into the mud, to keep his countrymen and family safe. Diplomacy goes out the window when they're in danger.
(Grey Aundeoth)
[14:20] Admin Dandeli: just laughed in nera's brain 5 times
[14:20] Urano says, "The Nethradin's Festival."
[14:20] Nera asks, "....who is giggeling inside of my head?"
[14:20] Anders Brightwood says, "I don't think this is a festival, miss."
[14:20] Mari Dominic says, "Bother, shut up and kill it already."
[14:20] Yokai.
Aihan hisses in Shengese and stumbles back, pale hands coming together in prayer.
"Jiuweihu, please..."
Speaking such a holy name gives them confidence. Just a little. The air around them freezes over, cold slowing down time, as if their magic could hold off the darkness eating up everything. A small barrier to give them comfort.
(Aihan)
[14:20] Nera says, "......sooo"
[14:20] Those starry eyes of hers suddenly widened this was a nightmare scenario for her! A possession of one of their own and the Heavenly General and right hand of the Lady Regent herself!
Yi Su quaked in her sandals a moment as they clacked on the cobbled stone street before she grit her teeth. The young exorcist in training may not yet be Fangxiangshi but she would do her best to free the General.
"Vile Mao! Tainted Essence! I rebuke you, Demon Seal!"
She said pulling out a brush and swiftly whipping it over a slip of paper as she tried to toss it at the possess General in an attempt to weaken her. It would take a lot of actually exorcise the creature but naming it for what it was.. that was a first step and this seals could help root it for capture.. That was if she managed to actually get one of the spiritual hands to hit her. The next seal whipped in her direction with a spin labeled greed all in Shengese Kanji.
"I am Yi Su, follower of the Divine Dragons, Disciple of Ryujin, Servant of the Emperor in service to my Lady Regent Miyumi. By the Emeperor's name we will exorcise you!"
She said preparing herself for the worse and looking to Miyumi for guidance.
(Yi Su)
[14:20] Bonbon says, "Miss Nera that's a Nethradin, I don't think you wanna be here for this"
[14:20] Nera says, "What shenagiens are today happening again..."
[14:20] It has come to this: that thing that crawled out of the chest of that one girl. Alexander felt like he was at a loss for a lot of details, but it didn't matter; he seemed to observe everything from a fairly safe distance, squinting at the figure on top of the stairs.
Curiosity had killed the cat, and as the bell rang, he simply observed everything as he squinted for a little bit once again. "Now that. That's a sight you don't see often."
(Alexander Durant)
[14:20] Why had the Dominic arrived on Xuefeng's frostborne soil again?
Word of an announcement, something interesting to see. It beat sticking around the other cities to listen to the drivel of the day, the endless arguments and loud noises and human squabbles she'd borne witness to. A
It bored her.
This had a similar effect.
Mari frowns as danger rears its ugly head from the torso of Yin, and the form of something profane makes itself exposed to her. But most of all...
click, ka-chk, shnk! The rifle in her hands is loaded with bullets.
".. this is all so annoying," she grumbles, before her gun is raised to aim at the Nethradin's head.
It was only the natural response to the sudden appearance of a stranger. To shoot them in the face, that is.
(Mari Dominic)
[14:20] Reek's shoulder drop as a overwhelming intensity of unease and despair shackles a formidable burden, shaking his very core. The unsightly spectacle of a humanoid being emerging from their torso disperses the notion of a spectacular, promising event. He joins the crowd and gripping the hilt of his blade with an anchored stance in anticipation of possibly defending himself.
The encroaching realm of darkness has him filled with regrets of venturing through the cold! It did not seem worth the travel one bit! Although on the other hand, his fiery red iris gleams of excitement in prodding the boundaries of curiosity that killed the cat.
(Reek)
[14:21] Admin Bluebirb: WHO IS GIGGLING IN MY BRAIN
[14:21] Admin Kisekimin: teehee
[14:21] Nera thinks, "why is it always something i go for a walk to clear my mind i find a nethradin?= ......whats a nethradin again oh doenst matter. all is werid"
[14:21] Christophore Garijn thinks, "If someone would just pay me for everytime this sort of thing happens..."
[14:21] Nera says, "...."
[14:22] He stood idly by, confused as everyone else was until Miyumi's explanation calmed the crowd. An interesting phenomena --twins that shared a body, swapping at the apparent death of the one prior.
As the Lady Regent mentioned though, something was off...and they'd find out quickly what it was.
A black mass spilled forth and enveloped the woman's body before something crawled out of her chest. Not being Shengese, he was unable to identify the rune on its chest but as it spoke it became more and more clear just what this creature was.
One born of Hel, a wishgranter as the Garjin said. There wasn't much time to think, though. Its scythe was held high and with a darkened arc it swept through the area and cleaved through several non-magi in one swoop.
Hjalti's eyes widened just a touch at that.
Fire enveloped his form as an innate defense mechanism. Did he want to fight? No, not particularly. Evasionwas fine though, as he was curious as to what'd happen next.
(Hjalti Loux)
[14:22] Nera says, "Can some remind me what a nethradin is...been a while"
[14:22] Negai o Kanaeru exclaims, "KAHAHAHAHAHA!"
[14:22] Bonbon says, "Twisted spirit from Hel"
[14:22] Nera says, "Ah."
[14:22] Negai o Kanaeru looks very evil.
(Negai o Kanaeru)
[14:22] Nera asks, "Maybe she aint taht...bad?"
[14:22] Orianne Aubreen thinks, "I think it's very evil.."
[14:22] Mari Dominic says, "..."
[14:22] Negai o Kanaeru might not be that bad..?
(Negai o Kanaeru)
[14:22] Admin Bluebirb: POASLJKRIOSHFISODHFSIDFDF
[14:22] Nera trys to see the good in anyone.
(Nera)
[14:22] This was a very unusual situation he could feel the vile energy permiating off of that lady she seemed like she wanted to kill everyone here . But Koryn had no idea of the situation at hand if he did he coud prepare accordingly .
"Whats up with that lady she seems off..."
(Koryn)
[14:22] As he guards the bell, he looks over to Miyumi,
"Lady Regent, orders?"
(Mingyue)
[14:23] Gazing upon the darkness completely swallowing Yin, Mèng would have felt a great chill running down her spine. It was a deadly threat - otherworldly, at that, a spirit of great power which now bore it's scythe down upon them as if the reaper itself had decided to ascend. Now it become clear as to where the great chill had come from - this fight would certainly be a life or death experience.
'Wishgranter'. Mèng could have easily read the words thanks to it being her native language, her expression becoming to turn into one of pity rather than disgusted which lingered upon the form of the void-brought monster which sat before them.
Her fingers now rest on the blade of her sword, the priestess-in-training stepping forward as she slowly drew the arcanium longblade from it's sheath. "May Yueliang's silver light illuminate the path of darkness in which this creature bears upon us,"
The chill was not enough to stop her.
Light shimmered around her, glimmering off the Kitsune's blade and now threatening to cut down the Nethradin alongside all the rest who took up their weapons against it.
"Your tainted chi shall plague this land no longer."
(Mèng Taiyang)
[14:23] Sensing that the children are frozen, he steps up front, unslinging his rifle and wielding it.
He manifests his attunement to the powers of frost and ice, snow spinning all around his body. He steps in front of the children, readying himself for combat.
He looks at the demon with a look of fear and determination, but internally, he was also itching for a fight, his bloodlust speaking to him once more, though his dutiful side reminds him to keep the heirs safe, after all, the Kingdom's officers entrust their safety unto him.
"Once more... unto the breach..." he whispers in the cold air.
(Anders Brightwood)
[14:23] Bonbon says, "It's nice you try to see the good in people miss Nera but, I don't think this is one of those cases this time sadly"
[14:23] The day shifts. Yin continues to falter. Miyumi continues to rise. Through her peripheral she watches the luminescent's travel to the bell, only giving full attention to the general once more as Mingyue exits her vision.
At which point the hand erupts forward. It's darkened grasp clutching to the winds.
"This, is not Yin." That much is made clear. Miyumi's head tilts to one side. The words are listened to, but she doesn't respond to the nethradin. Instead she makes a clear statement for those less involved to listen to. "Yin was.. likely sealed away or weakened by this thing, whatever they may really be.
'Wishgranter'." Brows furrowed, she shook her head. "To not hold back, they don't plan to either. But watch, wait to see what unfolds."
Well within the skies, the world's influence weighs heavy upon the air around Regent. Her ruby glare cast down to one in particular who cared to speak up first.
Christophore Garjin, to whom she speaks. "No one welcomed you here, foreigner. If you care to spout nonsense go ahead and leave before you're dealt with as quickly as this one.
Whatever happened to Yin, whatever happened with.. this creature, it was something that happened long before she set foot in Meranthe."
Miyumi's gaze shifted, leaving the old man with that, her focus quite obviously needed elsewhere.
(Miyumi S. Irontail)
[14:23] Nera says, "...pft"
[14:23] Nera says, "Never is"
[14:23] Bright lights and colors oft' overwhelm her senses. Such is the need for a veiled vision. It removes distraction. Allows focus. Most of the time it is a necessity. But now? How could she be distracted? How could she not focus?
Ro bears witness to the emergence of an otherworldly being. The runic language that precedes it is unknown to her. The image of the character is trapped within her mind. Slowly, she tenses, growing cautious with each additional inch of being that escapes from the general's body. As it's presence is made fully manifest, she can only wonder how such a being was trapped to begin with. Another thought for a later date. If there is to be one.
The body betrays itself. Where a hand lowers to her weapon, readying itself to fight. Her feet are stepping back in retreat, intent on fleeing. Sensing the chaos within herself, she looks for order elsewhere. Dark eyes drift towards the Regent. Order. Or orders.
(Ro Hikari)
[14:23] Zhengyi would not hesitate, as that corrupt shape would make manifest. The tiger's lips would part to reveal a maw of fangs, a deep growl rumbling from her chest-
"You will be brought to heel before you harm our people." She had not mastered the arts of exorcism by any means, but her masters of the Shanbaihe monastery spent their entire lives refining such practices.
Crouching low, she would leap into a four-limbed sprint directly towards the Nethradin- only to soar into a flying kick straight for the creature. There was only one technique in her currently limited repertoire that may be able to do something here that was meaningful beyond physical damage, but-
She knew not yet if such an opportunity would present itself, and so until then- she would do what she could.
(Zhengyi)
[14:23] It's a moment of raw awe where that pink gaze, those dilated eyes reflect a blackened realm. A hole in this world, to another place, another land. The blade tightens in a hand, even as a smile begins to spread.
Where their should be?
T e r r o r
Where there should be?
F e a r
Open awe on a face, almost rendered breathless. A young child, witnesses an awe displaying thing of power. Wielding their blade, their saber, steel & unadorned in armor.
"LET'S FUCKING GO!"
A voice, C R A C K S like a squeak, as they rush forward. Into the crowd, trying not to trip over themselves, to get lost in the crowd. Excitement, the raw thrill, they are going right for IT!
(Poser)
[14:24] Rhazin's eyes widen in shock as the darkness envelops Yin, cascading down her body like a shroud. He watches, frozen, as archaic Shengese runes ignite on her chest, glowing malevolently. The word 'Wishgranter' appears, sending a chill down his spine.
The sight of the silhouette emerging from Yin's chest is horrifying. A clawed hand reaches out, followed by another, then a torso, and finally an entire being of shadow with piercing red eyes. Rhazin's heart races as he realizes the gravity of the situation.
Rhazin clenches his fists, feeling the weight of his duty to protect those around him. The words of his superior echo in his mind — about unity, bonds, and the need to stand strong together.
The Selkie sheathes his blade, prepared to face whatever darkness awaits, willing to protect Xuefeng and those gathering around the terrifying figure.
(Rhazin Seablade)
[14:24] Admin Bluebirb: THIS IS WHY WE STAN MIYUMI
[14:24] Nera says, "No one has time sto try and see the good always kill taht kill her. oh a witch trialll by burning!. lets kill family lets goooo"
[14:24] Admin Dandeli: LMFAO
[14:24] "WHAT MANNER OF DEVILRY DO I BEHOLD? Ikonocles roared into the square as the terrible form of the nethradin sprung forth.
Ikonocles had been holding himself back in consideration of the traditions he was unaware of, but the fel form in front of him was unmistakable. The words of the beast fell against his tyrium helmet and were metaphorically shattered upon its darkened surface. He did not care why the beast had come, only that he would send it back whence it came, permanently.
Ikonocles leapt from his position in the back, vaulting over the assembled crowds, and skidding to a halt as flames trailed behind him, hammer poised to strike.
But again he paused, and looked to the commanders of Xuefeng's forces.
"I am Ikonocles, and I am putting myself under your command. I know not what has been wrought here, but I will help you excise it all the same. Jolnir's death does not mean the death of the cooperation between our people."
(Ikonocles)
[14:24] Admin Dandeli: they should
[14:24] Admin Bluebirb: NEREA
[14:24] Admin Dandeli: listen to nera
[14:24] Admin Bluebirb: IM
[14:24] Admin Bluebirb: CSDOJISDHIFODHFIUSD
[14:24] Admin Dandeli: im innocent
[14:24] Bonbon says, "Miss Nera it said it wanted to kill all thes Shengese people here-"
[14:24] The absolute silence of Urano was undeniably unsettling - now it would cease for just a moment to murmur the words he kept to himself, naturally, as he always preferred.
The halberd in hand, while the runes with the intention of absorbing the ether glowed a bright scarlet, making their activation evident; the filtering would occur naturally through Urano's natural intention.
["Release all appreciation for life; and in the relapse find your kindred. There is no space for those who condemn, but there is redemption for the condemned; bless me Mortyl, and my mother, Salem."]
The occultic aura finally spread around Urano once he truly assumed his nature as it exactly was; there would be no redemption without action at the end of the day.
(Urano)
[14:24] Nera says, "Oh."
[14:24] {NARRATION} A very small, shadowy yokai spins around Nera.
"You're a nice lady, you're a nice lady!
Shishishi!"
[14:24] Admin Bluebirb: lets kill family lets goooo
[14:25] As the void-black darkness now envelops Yin, the very air seems to quiver with the intensity of this transformation. A being that provides a laughter in a twist game and notion, all while taking the body of another to be it's vessel if not harbinger.
How gross.
The grotesque appearance and shengese ruins were not fully understood. Not that the boy cared for that at all. A stance was to be taken during this gathering. How troubling, whenever many flocked together it was usually a heeping of trouble.
A crisis that requires immediate action! This was akin to a nightmare.
"Nothing is ever easy, is it?"
Coming home to Xuefeng, only for more insidious creatures to go 'boo'. Now a body snatcher exists! He'd prepare to defend his fellow man! The Shengese people were not to be trifled with!
(Retsuki)
[14:25] Tsumi needs not to think twice. As soon as Yin is moved aside, a trembling hand fumbles inside her purse- familiar sewing scissors dance around uncertain palm and fingers as she remembers the advice of Mingyue. Twin blades are spun to gain momentum, then dove against the thin wall of a hand. It pierces right through, and ichor explodes out.
Tsumi's screams are mixed with that of fleeing folk, painted features twisting and scrunching with agony unremembered. She inhales, gathers strength and pulls out the point lodged between muscle and tendons, and the wound once more spits out blood. The injured hand wraps around her staff, coating it with precious life essence, and hemomancy begins.
"Miyumi. Say the word and we shall have this thing dispatched. It is not Yin!" Tsumi's voice, trained to fit the role of a proper princess, trembles in a mix of affliction and profound dread.
(Tsumi S. Irontail)
[14:25] The sight was not good at their arrival a murder on scene with plenty people arround in discuss, however, the next ominous thing that happned, who could predict it, sundely a creature being formed from the body of that person and claiming induce a attack.
"Another creature wanting destroy another settlement, the history repeats over and over." He says holding grip on his sword and moving in a fluid pattern as water is visible leaking on it on ground.
He adjust his stance lowering as he is ready for embrace the next move from the thing.
Mizu style: Physical concersion. his mana channels on his circuits from his body and his blade, empowering his attacks.
(Gareth Tidebreaker)
[14:25] The presence of such a large Nethradin puts the knight alittle on edge, but only in a moment in surprise at what she had witnessed before pulling the hammers back on the pistols as she looks upon it, soon drawing upon the ether from her body and the reverse contain in her arcanium circuit to see her aura sky rocketing!
It seemed now was the time to expel a dormant evil spirit from the General, or atleast push it back down as mentioned by the Lady Regent...
Eitherway, a fight was about to break out.
(Bonbon)
[14:25] Admin Dandeli: did
[14:25] Admin Dandeli: anyone attack me outwardly
[14:25] Admin Dandeli: guys?
[14:25] A quiet observance had been made since the small entourage's arrival had been made in the snowy lands of Xuefeng. As a foreigner, and one with curiosity for what was happening, Meri had no effort to get involved. It was a morbid sight to behold, and only heightened when things took a more wicked turn.
Weary passes were made towards her companions. A longing glare was at Anders, before eventually nodding in agreement.
"Aye. This was more than I bargained for.." With familiar faces abound, there was a small sense of protection from the abdominal threat, yet there was no place for Meri here.
"Though..Anders, Grey. The two of you should assist."
(Meri Emeraldi)
[14:25] Petunia had arrived a tad late and thus didn't even properly realize the happenings and proceedings, walking past Yin who might have been going through some stage of agony as the change from one spirit to another occurred through a disturbing procedure.
It wasn't that bad to ignore, she thought. Folding her kimono under and taking a seat to spectate, her apparent amusement was to be had from the reactions of those that were watching rather than anything else.
This entire scenario changes, abruptly, when a rip of two hands comes out of a rift from Yin's chest. First, an eyebrow is raised, though quickly follows a cut of the tip of thumb and careful manipulation of own blood into a crimson threat that powers her gun by fitting into the crevices.
Maybe if the Nethradin's wish was to dispatch people other than just the Shengese imbeciles, the trigger wouldn't be pulled. But because the hate was awfully targetted.. even she were to act. Condensing a bullet of mana infused blood at the tip of her rifle, she decides that advantageous position of being behind the Helspawn would give her the ability to strike into upper part of swinging hand. That way, perhaps the whizzing projectile's explosion right near the end would slow down or maybe stop the nefarious strike entirely.
"Ugly." she hissed.
(Petunia Dominic)
[14:25] Admin Bluebirb: urd
[14:25] Admin Bluebirb: yes
[14:25] Admin Dandeli: who atacked
[14:25] Lumbering on the side, Janus peers across a field of people. And, at the edge of it, a... horrible, horrible thing. What is it, exactly? 'Nethradin's festival?' Festival is a generous term. But if it is a nethradin?
"...I'm veryyy out of my depthhhh, heeere.
But Xuefennng owes mmme a stafffff."
A demonblade flits out of the side of her coat, in place of literally any other weapon. An icy arm, with arcanium fingers like scythes, ready to conduct the orderly realm.
"Let's purrrrge another cosmiiic mmmmistake."
The witch takes up arms.
(Janus)
[14:25] Admin Bluebirb: poser i think
[14:25] Janus says in telepathy, Whhhhat do you wannnt, nethradinnnn?
[14:25] Retsuki thinks, "First Londo, now this."
[14:26] Miyumi S. Irontail says, "Mingyue, defend the bell. Ensure it remains safe. There will be plenty of magic around soon."
[14:26] was Spinning around with the very small shadowy yokai. as it spins around her.
Spinning time and spinning,
"wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she would giggle. already forgoteing the issue of……..well a giant spirit triyng to kiull eryone here….
nera was being nera….
(Nera)
[14:26] Mingyue says, "Understood."
[14:26] Staring at the darkness that moved to enrapture and consume Yin, the eyes of the armoured man fell from behind their helmet. Even if told to wait, they slowly started to take a step forward to check on them, only imagining that this showcase being something of not the norm.
And it definitely wasn't.
As a shadow being tears itself out of the chest of Yin, a humanoid body coming to stand above them all with its massive scythe, "I have the feeling this isn't what was planned by all of you, and." They looked to Katsuhito, "I can understand why all of you could feel an ominous wind..."
Shield being brought up, they stepped forward, fingers curling behind it as a small blaze began to rise across their form.
"You have my shield Xuefeng, to help deal with this d*mnable demon." Truly it was something else, but that didn't matter to the Sentinel, as it was a mass of shadowy occultic energy.
Such a thing was meant to be purged.
Unlike the swords of the others, his shield was steady awaiting it to come his way first.
(Cleald)
[14:27] Admin Bluebirb: dandeli ic ant believe this
[14:27] Admin Bluebirb: wheres my
[14:27] Admin Bluebirb: battle music
[14:28] Devoid as she may be of the first part of this whole debacle, this much is clear- something wicked this way comes. This thing that promises to tear a swathe through a city that is not relegated any sort of an enemy of hers.
It's time to pretend to play hero, then- because pretending is what she's liable to be closest to actually capable of.
"Gross."
Her commentary is flat, of course. This is most certainly a new thing for her to perceive. Eyes slowly cut over towards Meri, and her lips briefly purse to the tune of a little more expressiveness than laying upon this, as another thought best, cosmic mistakes.
"... Not interested in helping out?"
She'll take a step forward, if it's not looking too crowded.
(Vivi)
[14:28] Mari Dominic thinks, "Ugh. I can't believe they summoned that thing."
[14:28] "Actually lady regent, I was welcomed by yin some time ago on the topic of the spiritual."
He shrugs. He didn't feel like elaborating more. There were more pressing matters regardless.
(Christophore Garijn)
[14:28] "Just stay behind us, Meri. We've got you."
The Captain seems supremely confident that no harm will come to her. He'll throw himself in the way if he has to... but with the quantity of warriors present? The nethradin will find itself destroyed swiftly.
And the captain, here to pick up the wounded, when it falls. Anders to his left, currently his most trusted subordinate, gets an approving glance, and the captain unslings his staff in turn.
(Grey Aundeoth)
[14:29] Mari Dominic glances behind her toward Grey. She quirks a brow.
(Mari Dominic)
[14:29] Mari Dominic says, "I'm in front of you, fool."
[14:29] Mari Dominic ponders, "Who is that anyway?"
[14:29] Grey Aundeoth says, "Not you"
[14:30] Grey Aundeoth asks, "Who are you?"
[14:30] Anders Brightwood says, "Not the right time to fight amongst ourselves."
[14:30] Mari Dominic asks, "Who are you??"
[14:30] {NARRATION} Black tears into the landscape without remose, a night-dark crescent suspended in the very sky .. that seems to suddenly burst outwards!
"OOOOWWWW! OWWWWW!"
The begin's shadowy form begins to fray, as though made of immaterial for but a moment, dispersing into blackened mists!
These mists envelope, and envelope, and envelope, until...
... An ancient castle rises, one of a distant memory. It has been warped, changed and twisted. The visage of a dying, petrified woman scathes into it's floor, the very tiles and carpet wrinkling to match her shape. In it's centre the spectre stands, a scythe in hand.
Anyone who can see being the veil knows something: this realm is an illusion.
The portal in it's center, however, is all too real. From the throne do yokai - or demons - rise, the nethradin's royal guard, soon to circle the realm and disallow tresspass outside. Some select few begin to leap and pirouette into the crowd of magus.
"Precious Hiro... I do wonder how he'd cry, knowing this was all for naught. The man remains blissfully ignorant that the wishes I granted him were all but lies - who trusts a demon after all? He has twelve more years of life, and with each passing day, his soul withers. I have savored every drop of blood he offered."
"When I revealed to you that he was a child killer, it was scarcely a lie. Yang served him faithfully, as did you, before your memory failed you. Do you remember your sins, Yin? The sins of your family? Does Sheng comprehend the depravity of the men who still reside in The Blue Isles?"
"They're all wolves in sheep's clothing, including him..
.. what secrets are you hiding behind your closed doors, Xuefeng?"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZjbYtusLt6c
[14:30] The proximity swiftly turns. The gentle descent he offered the General quickly shifts, paving the path to his own sickness. Senses fire off like gunshots into the void. A fierce intention is subsumed by the dread of a young boy who had forgotten despair such as this. A thought from a different time - from a different place - flashes through his mind -
It connects before anything else. Before the swiftest impulse to guide his actions. Before the first motion, which reaches for Yin. Before the hand that reaches for his recently-forged weapon. Digits take to a rune embedded upon the hilt, and the following swipe erupts with order where dissonance reigned.
The winds which billow past meet him and end. They gather, ebbing and flowing as they ripple through the path of his weapon and echo throughout. Notes, which spill in turn, begin to glide and encompass his vicinity in tandem with a forward step. It's methodical, and practiced - akin, perhaps, to a Kagura of Izhuran tradition.
"To think that you were this close the entire time."
The statement is devoid of shock. It is not rooted in surprise at such a notion. It is a known thing - a visceral feeling, which dwells upon the very concept of hatred at its core - clad in darkness. An equal measure, which maintained the balance of his heart at the end of it all.
He allows that void to encompass him ; and so begins a dance, masked by the darkness of ones heart.
(Katsuhito)
[14:30] Grey Aundeoth says, "Cpt. Grey Aundeoth, Kingdom of Fortune's head of medicine"
[14:30] He might not be Shengese but Bristol figured that evil entity hands did NOT discriminate. Simply being within the town at the chosen time meant a cosmic beat down could very well fly his way.
Easy to say, the option to run was there but- What if some of his friends were attacked? Their escort drew his gun, it was like a blur of motion with everyone getting ready to fight.
Heart pounding in his chest, he forces those claws down that he wanted to keep glued to his sides. The snow beneath him starts to ripple and melt as he gets in tune with that often neglected magic potential.
Off to Vivi's side- "I don't wanna." He squeaks with certainty. "But if it attacks you three I'm going to help." Along the boy's arms, hands had turned to draconic claws.. Scales rode up to his elbows.. Fierce.
Except he looked scared.
(Bristol)
[14:31] Anders Brightwood sighs. That transceiver message will have to wait.
(Anders Brightwood)
[14:31] Mari Dominic says, "Mari. You said my name- urgh."
[14:31] Grey Aundeoth says, "I said MERI"
[14:31] Orianne Aubreen thinks, "What a lame name."
[14:32] {NARRATION} Anyone who gets left behind, PM Negai o Kanaeru for a TP!
[14:33] Mari Dominic thinks, "Oh, fuck on out of my head."
[14:33] {NARRATION} The yokai in their dance sing distorted tunes, static and giggles bubbling in the air.
As you feel your very world turn, something begins to change... but what?
[Roll a d6 with /dice. The result will determine how the yokai effect you.]
1. The nethradin looks to be your worst enemy.
2. The nethradin looks to be your worst fear.
3. Voices begin to assail you, and temporary madness seeps in.
4. The nethradin looks to be your best friend.
5. The nethradin looks to be your god or goddess, if any.
6. The nethradin looks to be your parents.
The air is crushing, and for a moment you can't move... left to confront this sight in this stifling atmosphere.
[14:33] Mari Dominic thinks, "Bees. Cats. Bugs. Demons. Me-"
[14:33] Mari Dominic thinks, "-thoughts devolve into static.-"
[14:34] Negai o Kanaeru exclaims, "KUHUHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
[14:34] Janus says in telepathy, Lykonnnn? Indraaas, himselllf?
Nnno. You are foreignnn.
Nnnot so subtllle as a hexxx.
[14:34] PM from (OOC)Sárka: Hey! Had to AFK to do something real quick. Could I get a TP?
[14:35] Nera puts a pumklin on her head. the head armour was. worn
(Nera)
[14:35] PM to (OOC)Sárka: there u go friend
[14:35] PM from (OOC)Sárka: Thanks!
[14:35] PM from (OOC)Mingyue: may I request a tp?
[14:37] PM from (OOC)Nera: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4nrI88fmc-I a song for this siutaion
[14:37] {NARRATION} https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4nrI88fmc-I
[14:38] She gulped as they were all swallowed into a horrid illusion. Though for Yi Su she wasn't terribly well versed in the Metaphysical. This may as well be Hel itself. The land of Despair, the place spawned by Ba'al the enemy of Ryujin and all the divine dragons.
This was the realm of her arch-nemesis. The very force that stands against all she holds dear, the opposite of creation. This was the horrid land of destruction and it was bearing down upon her mind. She felt so small in that moment, all of her accomplishments all of her efforts. It all felt so meaningless as countless voices whispered half-truths and lies into her ear.
Those starry eyes shook within their sockets as she held her head wincing before taking a moment to focus. She had to find balance, how could she face evil if all she does is cower?
"I.. I won't succumb, Mao! I will survive this, Yin will survive this, Xuefeng will Survive this! In Ryujins name just as the first dragon banished Ba'al to the moon so too will we capture your foul essence!"
She said half trying to convince herself under the mind-wrenching weight of everything. But the fire around her the red mingled with white flames as her fire seemed to build a bit more.
(Yi Su)
[14:39] PM from (OOC)GnÆv-Yilan: may i get tp
[14:39] As the knight of the bastion looked around and gazed upon the realm that everyone has been drawn into she begun to look at the little creatures at the edges and...
Where they saying something? Something was, and it was...
What where they saying?? WHAT WHERE THEY SAYING??
Just hearing this voices in her head was making her tense up and worried as she tries to focus but...
She soon starts laughing for no reason what so ever as she prepares for whatever happens.
(Bonbon)
[14:39] Alexander's worst fear was hard to pinpoint and much harder to represent. He simply stared down at the figure's face and changed figures, passing as different friends of his, spitting out every single one of Alexander's most feared lines. The context of these lines was lost in the blur.
But he knew unconsciously what they meant—every single one of his friends leaving him behind, the fear of being unloved, the fear of losing everyone to a violent fracture—there was only so much that he could take. As everything seemed to crumble under his feet—everything that he had built up until this point—he simply crumbled to his knees for a few seconds, then slowly got up while staring at the creature.
Tears slowly fell from his eyes, and an immense heartbreak seemed to overtake him as he seemed to rationalise that he had to fight against the creature, but his body and emotions didn't know that it was an illusion.
(Alexander Durant)
[14:39] PM to (OOC)GnÆv-Yilan: yes!
[14:39] Mom and Dad.
Dad and Mom--.
Aihan is without filial piety. Twin pairs of black eyes stare them down and they merely clench their fists tighter, staring right back. Lips thinned into a line, brow furrowed.
"...more yokai," they whisper. Perhaps Negai o Kanaeru slaughtered Aihan right there in Xuefeng's midst without them noticing -- and now, they're in hell.
Why else would Aihan be facing down their parents again?
Breathing deep, the child bows their head. Heart rabbiting in their chest, vision swaying: they wait for their parents to speak. Or vanish. Vanishing would be preferable.
(Aihan)
[14:40]
["Oh no, not you - anything but this, no..."]
Urano's clenched teeth certainly showed a stance of indignation, perhaps fury still sealed and distant but subtly growing, fueled by Urano's occultism that was certainly deliberate at that moment - there was no need to contain something that was truly him in the end.
["...Destroy - what I am building, what I created. Prevent me from protecting what I have taken as my responsibility, and take away from me the people I love..."]
No, that couldn't be...
...He would not allow that.
If there is fear, then it is something to face; there is no fear to cling to.
["It's me, or it's you."]
And there was no third option.
(Urano)
[14:40] Kal arrived late to the current affairs. That didn't stop her from being dragged into them however, evidently. As all were dragged into another dimension and illusions had taken hold. The core of the synthetic quickly whirled to life as she took sight of her surroundings.
Well, this was new. Accompanied by new emotions as well, for the first time? She had a hint of uncertainty, of fear. There was no basis for this, and her confusion only grew as she glanced towards the being who had brought them here.
Familiarity was what set in first. Before the realization that she was currently unable to move. Something was amiss, and her core whirled louder and louder as it began to attempt to process all of it.
(Kalypso)
[14:40] Ikonocles is dragged into the dimension, losing his sense of self for a moment. Tumbling and twirling about the dimension like a ragdoll, he finally finds himself on a cold floor in a darkened room. He wastes no time in combusting the air around him, filling the space with grim red light.
His single eye whips about the room, looking for all that he can, when his eyes alight on a form, and he softens.
"Barron?"
What remained in front of Ikonocles was not the devilish demon of earlier, but the small form of his good friend and comrade, Barron Bargiel.
"What the Hel are you doing here? I didn't see you in the crowd!"
Ikonocles relaxes somewhat, though his weapon is kept at the ready as he sidles on over to his friend.
"I don't know what madness has taken this place, but I am glad to have you by my side at least. I think you're the only one I can truly trust around here right now."
But something feint appears above Barron's head. A barely visible symbol of a crown, catching the attention of Ikonocles just for a moment.
His brain starts churning, but at this moment he is too focused on the danger present in their surroundings to truly put his mind to it. To the creature posing as his best friend.
(Ikonocles)
[14:41]
The boy rushes on the castle, his movements with his sword flowing with water cutting several of the demons making guard and avoiding others to enter, most of that were not killed were just harmed, yet he continues dashing.
However he sees the gap closing the distance growing bigger he will not be able to clean the way killing them , and as much like water he changes his approach.
Mizu style: Turbulence
The boy footwork becomes low, his grip on swod become double hande, he dashes on enemies dodging the attacks and parrying most magics without lose mommentum, and on a last second he forces himself in... barely.
Yet as soon he enters his body frozen, he is left with a ilusion but for him was real, his master roko staring at him, the one he considered one of his few friends, if not the best.
"What you doing here... you with them..." He says trying force his body to move, yet nothing, he keeps and keeps going for his sword
Nothing
Roku only stares the boy with a malicous grin and laugh heard, turning more and more devious, like he could be on the enemy side plotting with others.
"Why did you said all that crap if you did this..." He says tears dropping he dont knew was a ilusion yet he can only stand there... for this momment feeling betrayed.
(Gareth Tidebreaker)
[14:41] A shadow escaped and enveloped everyone involved...
Visions of an ancient castle come to be, although it was hard to discern reality from an illusion. The portal however? That was a very real thing. Quickly they were swallowed up and spat into another dimension, something that the young teen wasn't aware was happening.
It all happened to quickly after all..
He glanced about, a slow, suffocating feeling reached up towards his neck and threatened to freeze him in place. Hjalti couldn't fathom for the life of him what was going on...and then the strangest sight occurred.
His father was before him. A tall man with thick red locs and a muscular frame.
His own worst enemy.
"..Father?" he questioned hesitantly with a narrowed gaze. The anger within him swelled beneath the surface. That was impossible --he watched him die many years ago; it was a moment that wouldn't be forgotten. Struck down before he could kill the younger Loux.
Was this Hel? Was that why he saw the man's visage now? Did he die?
(Hjalti Loux)
[14:41] Darkness engulfed their surroundings. From the ground to the sky, nothing remains the same. It is all entrenched in a void, seeping with evil aura that gravitates against his body physically. At first, he simply stood still, affected by paralysis, the hairs on his neck raised entirely with chills penetrating his core!
"This. . .What the hell is this?!" , pun intended.
Fortunately for him, the submissive nature forced upon him steadily subsides as the essence of what surrounds him. . .his body beings to embrace. The danger still lurks knowing that anything can happen in this realm and he is now a potential victim of the entity that brings them here.
His attention is brought tot he Yokai which may be the reason behind this bewildering emotional experience. . .
(Reek)
[14:41] The world shifted, and her charge was halted- as the Nethradin's form shifted. Splitting apart, becoming- something else.
Shrinking, growing stripes- a distinct shape so few would bear. That of two tigerborn such as herself, two familiar- a man and a woman. Even if she had no memory of either, she knew who they were.
Or at least, who they were supposed to be- her long dead parents.
"..You.. cannot be real." Zhengyi would rumble. "Both of you are dead." The tiger responds to those faces, after all- if they were not? She would not have been left to the monastery. It made the hackles of her fur rise, it made her snarl-
But to be a follower of her master's ways, was to exert discipline. A firm clamp would grasp onto her emotions, as she took in the others- their responses. Reactions, and to the Yokai now pouring into the area.
She would plant her feet, legs spaced apart to ground herself as she drew in a deep breath. Just as she had been taught so many times over, as one fist was brought back to her side with the other held forward. An exhale, as focused those orange eyes back onto her 'parents'.
"If you were real, know that I would do everything to protect you... but you are gone."
"There are others I must protect." The monk would declare, steam rising from her flesh as mana began to pulse through her body- the occasional crackle of ether.
A tinge of gold.
(Zhengyi)
[14:41] Admin Dandeli: oh bluebird u can
[14:41] Admin Dandeli: return yin when i rp the
[14:41] Admin Dandeli: yang rp
[14:42] And thus it began. Yet another case of… this. At least Chris was able to see through some of what was happening. The spirit was hard to mask afterall. Even if all of this was still affecting him.
And in that effect, what he was was simple. Something to fear. The loss. The people depending on him, dead, dying, begging for help.
It left him stunned for a few moments… before he closed his eyes for a few moments. His cloak, his experiences… he had been here before. He had seen this exact scenario, didn't he?
A burning londo. People accusing him of running. It was take then too. It was fake now.
He knew this. But unlike last time, he was not falling for the same trick twice. He had grown since then.
On his back, an arcane tattoo started to shine through his armor. A skull of mythril, a crown of roses, butterflies drinking from it's nectar. On it, the flower representing DETERMINATION was shining bright, as he opened his eyes again.
So what if it is something he is scared of. So what if he cannot protect everyone. This was all a bullshit illusion anyways, like every other time someone tried to mess with him.
And thus the foreigner simply started walking forward, right at the nethradine.
The spiritmancer walks the path of determination.
(Christophore Garijn)
[14:42] For a moment, that enthusiasm had sent them sprawling through that portal. Had sent them after them, with such enthusiasm, a primal joy in a young heart. That wild rush, those mixed instincts that were a cacophony inside of their own mind.
Inches away from the Nethadrin, time almost seems to stop for the young child. Clad only in a leather jacket, in fresh shoes made of leather & lined with wool. A saber begins to loosen in their hands, for a brief moment ALL light leaves their eyes.
Reflected in them, what a reflection of Negai O Kanaeru should be? Is instead one image, that will make little sense to any, any but a Poser, who's eyes reflect?
Themselves.
A warm smile upon their face, a complete sense of serenity, peace. As if nothing was wrong in the world. Fingers tighten for a brief moment, across a face?
Anger?
Disbelief?
Genuine DESPERATION that makes a saber tighten in a hand. That leads to it being lowered, the thick sound of runes activating inside of that long blade. Meant for a giant, meant for what they could, be should be!~ A 1 centimeter tube is pointed towards the Nethadrin.
Vibrations rumbling as circuits begin to fray, as a body far too young focuses all of it's energy in one place. Out that tube, comes force, comes a Sonic?
B O O M!
"YOU'RE NOT REAL! YOU CAN NEVER BE REAL!"
(Poser)
[14:43] A narrow squint falls over the giant, which takes to the nethradin. To Negai o Kanaeru? To a demon? She knows better - she knows it cannot be. Her perception falls over the crowd of disarray beneath her, but she cannot help but indulge in a feeling. In an occult one - something so regularly tamed, so often.
She was skilled.
She had fears, family, friends.
But, more than anything...
"Lykon the Wretched.
I wwwish it were youuu.
(Janus)
[14:43] koyrn Looked around the dark corridor he now found himself in blind there were no walls and no sound just void his arms and legs began to shudder he couldn't feel the air blowing on his skin .
What is happening whaaaaat the hell is happening I'm gonna die aren't i . I shouldn't have come here i should've just stayed home . araaaaagghhh."
Koryn was face to face with his worst fear it was a fear as old as Time the dark . It wasn't for such childish reasons as simply being afraid of the dark itself . But the unknown. his parents had been killed by assassins in the dead of night on there way to a town .
He couldn't see anything he just heard screams and felt there blood splatter across his face . only to shortly be knocked unconscious himself . awaking to a grizzly scene his parents in pieces and scattered around the wrecked carriage .
He sobbed for all but a couple of seconds before realizing
"wait this is when i was a child .its fake an illusion ."
He wiped his tears and resolved himself for the fight to come .
"I cant go out like this not until i kill those bastards and if you're in my way you demon bitch ill take you OUT TOOOO!!!"
(Koryn)
[14:43] Warped into a strange dimension, crimson hues flicker from place to place to take in his surroundings. Joyous yokai sing, their words intertwined with demonic laughter.
"What--"
Reality distorts, what he knew to be right twisted and his grasp on the situation fades.
Before him his greatest fear.
Born from it were not emotions of freight or terror, rather the Gregoris' fist ball up and a veil of astral energies coats his fist. Resentment manifests, as he looks to confront it he finds himself unable to move. Air envelops him in its suffocating embrace forced to confront what stood before him.
Flashing before him a series of his own future failures; imagery of a future Madavayana who wallowed as a shell of himself- at the core of his being resides the fear of failure, actions took in effort to distance himself from the prospect.
Anger boils to the surface, mana erupting into flames. He continues to struggle at what kept him bound, unrelenting in the face of adversity-- for if he remained idle it would slowly eat away at his essence.
(Madavayanna Gregoris)
[14:43] PM to (OOC)Laurra Rose: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1090135015406436362/1269771909772607528/image.png?ex=66b146be&is=66aff53e&hm=8bb4d4983978359f65d4cbe30f24cb2574d9e438c995adb4127829eb2945111b&
[14:43] PM to (OOC)Marfons Emeraldi: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1090135015406436362/1269771909772607528/image.png?ex=66b146be&is=66aff53e&hm=8bb4d4983978359f65d4cbe30f24cb2574d9e438c995adb4127829eb2945111b&
[14:44] Being forced to fight the single person she considered to be her closest ally - it was indeed a heartwrenching sight for herself. To see the horrid monstrosity of her acquaintance facing her in such a place was uncomforting to her mind, but she could do naught but take her breath in. She found herself faced between feelings of loyalty towards her people and loyalty towards the one she'd basically spent the most time with.
Feeling her heart twist and turn violently in her chest, the grip on her sword faltered if only for a moment with a gaze of what wanted to be forgiveness. Should there be a way for redemption given to this thing, it would be possible - yes, she could see that this was going to be a war of attrition. She knew that person wasn't here with them, but that did not make it any easier on the Kitsune's mind.
With the hearing of Yi Su's encouraging statement for them to continue fighting, she felt that grip from her hand beginning to tighten once more. Mèng's muscles worked properly once more, and she could feel the digits wrapping to pull the blade out of it's sheath in all it's length.
"Indeed, Xuefeng will inevitably survive this assault on it's people and country. No matter who are what faces them, we shall show them what we can do."
The weapon in which she wielded whispered in her ears, offering her as it did every other time faced with a potential foe. Promised hunt lingered in the back of her ears, edging her ever-closer towards the offensive whilst the Kitsune pondered what she should do. Even faced with something that might destroy them... She lacked some of the spirit to fight.
Hesitant to attack, despite drawing her blade.
(Mèng Taiyang)
[14:45] Dull is the world beneath the blackened sky. Where just Yin was robbed of her colors, now too is all. Ro bites her lower lip, producing red. It too lacks it's light.
In the darkness, the world is spinning. Shifting. Twisting. Distorting. Changing. From nothing but mists, a construct is made manifest. A castle far too distant from any she could name. Like something of whimsy in a children's book. She knows not of it.
From the foreign architecture, there is one pebble of familiarity. A silhouette she can recognize long before it fully forms into view. Her heart skips a beat. Lips part. No breath.
"Father," she gasps.
The lineage is apparent. A face that matches her own comes into view. Youthful and boyish, despite a man of middle ages. His hair, stark black, but thinning. A patch of pale white exposed on top. On his expression, not a hint of affection. That is a face she knows. A black mask. Beneath it, surely there is light. Love.
(Ro Hikari)
[14:45] Shrouded in darkness, perhaps running was never an option. As the veil of powerful magic robbed Bristol of sight, he expected to never open his eyes again. To be sent off to the lifestream, or whatever fishing paradise he might have earned a front row seat to!
But rather, as all becomes clear, that muggy darkness. The crowd, the monsters.. Everyone's preparing to converge and mug the evil creature. He steps to the side, peering and--
Sees robes of brilliant white. A figure who looked terrified, green skin and those sharp teeth curled into a heart-wrenching expression of pure terror. A goblin he considered his best friend, about to be torn apart again.
An expression of fear that was mirrored on his own face, before he tries to charge through the crowd.
He was just a stupid kid. He didn't want her to get hurt- he couldn't let that happen again.
"That's not the monster! Don't hurt my friend!"
Nothing else mattered to him, and the illusion was very effective at tricking the mind of the draconic looking human. He was making a bad habit out of getting beat for the wrong reasons..
(Bristol)
[14:45] The blast seems to be of little effect, and it wasn't entirely surprising for it to be this way. Assault isn't stopped and reality bends to the very will of the hellish creature, rising forth a horror castle of illusions.
Knowing full well how metaphysical they can be, the Dominic finds herself wildly uncomfortable just by being in this scenario alone; full of chaos with egoistical mentality.
Shifting and warping, Petunia finds her grip on the weapon loosening. With how masterfully Negai o Kanaeru had affected the senses, Petunia was led to belief that this is where her end would be met in a fate much worse than death; but losing one own's freedom by being granted a supposed wish in turn, and that only in the best case scenario.
The shaky aim was lowered and her breathing refused to stay calm. Every other she'd find herself in control, but now? Anything could happen, and worst of it all - the decision wasn't hers to make.
Letting out a huff, her grip on magical tool suddenly tightened. If this was to be it, then.. "So be it."
(Petunia Dominic)
[14:45] As the black tears into the landscape and the night-dark crescent bursts outwards, Rhazin's heart pounds fiercely in his chest. The shadowy form of the being begins to fray, dispersing into blackened mists that swirl ominously. He can feel the oppressive weight of fear and despair pressing down on him, yet he tries to focus on the task at hand.
The ancient, twisted castle materializes, its very structure an affront to reality. The sight of the dying, petrified woman etched into the floor and the spectre wielding a scythe send shivers down his spine. Rhazin's instincts scream that this is a realm of illusion.
The nethradin's royal guard, emerging from the throne, circle the realm with a menacing presence. Rhazin's eyes narrow as he assesses the situation. These yokai, are formidable, and their intent to bar trespassers is clear. He can see them preparing to leap into the crowd of magi.
As the nethradin's shadowy form envelops the area,it suddenly shifts and leaps toward Rhazin with terrifying speed. In an instant, the malevolent being disperses into a viscous liquid that surrounds the Selkie. Rhazin's worst fear, the suffocating grip of drowning, becomes a nightmarish reality.
The liquid seeps into every crevice, wrapping around Rhazin like a living shroud. Panic surges through him as the cold, oppressive substance fills his lungs, making it impossible to breathe. His instincts scream for air, but the liquid chokes and suffocates him, each breath becoming a desperate struggle.
Rhazin's eyes widen in terror, his heart pounding as he thrashes against the inescapable liquid. Every ounce of his being is consumed by the primal fear of drowning — being trapped with no air, with the crushing weight of helplessness.
As Rhazin's desperation peaks, a sudden realization dawns on him - the suffocating liquid is not real. It's an illusion created by the nethradin, a twisted manifestation of his deepest fears.
Taking a deep, calming breath, Rhazin focuses on dispelling the panic that has gripped him. He channels his inner strength and centers himself, reminding himself of his purpose and the reality of his situation. With a steadying force of will, he lets go of the fear and begins to unravel the illusion.
The liquid surrounding him starts to waver and dissolve, the oppressive sensation lifting as the illusion's hold weakens. The dark, liquid menace dissipates into nothingness, leaving Rhazin gasping for air.
(Rhazin Seablade)
[14:45] Steeped in madness, their vision changed into that of the castle. Of the depths of a horrific ancient castle, unlike others... He was not able to see past the veil.
The place was a castle through and through to him, a change in scenery that brought every single one of them here.
"You d*mned dem-..." Their voice fell, as their eyes turned to witness the portal to Hel. Multiple Yokai begin to rise, moving to encapsulate and encircle their force.
But as their attention fell from the ones around them, it went back to the Nethradin. No-... To Ualdir.
Standing there in his awe-inspiring visage, looking exactly how the goblin imagined them to be.
"My liege! Ualdir!" Loudly they exclaimed, "I-...We've been needing your guidance! Your timing is right on time, there is a Nethradin plaguing the body of a woman here!"
Raising up their shield they gave a wholeheartedly respectful salute to them, before falling to his knees, "I have been fighting und-..." Their voice fell, gaze looking left and right as the voices of others overwhelmed the singing.
"This is Ualdir, you all are being very disrespectful right now..."
Unlike the others, they wholeheartedly thought it was their god. Come down from the spirit realm as to help right Meranthe, to show that the Pantheon was there... To offer guidance to the Citadel.
(Cleald)
[14:45] As they are suddenly whisked away to a hell dimension, without any chance to escape from the sphere of darkness that rapidly engulfed the square they were once in, instead being transported to a shadow dimension.
Looking around, he sighs in relief as the children he was tasked with protecting have gathered around Grey, arguably the stronger between the two marines. Running towards them, he goes to the group's flank, ready to fight in the event that they are ambushed by abominations.
This fight felt different. It wasn't some minor demon, undead, beast or regular soldiers and magi in an army, no, this was a fight against a greater being, something approaching the strength of a god.
He checks his rifle, confirming if it has a chambered round. He aims it squarely at the giant being that seeks to kill them all. All he awaits now is the opportune moment.
(Anders Brightwood)
[14:45] Admin Bluebirb: okok
[14:45] Confident Meri was, to leave the fighting up to those around her. However with the erupting chaos around them, it left little time to get herself to safety. Reality was warped around them, leaving a deep and unsettling feeling sinking in the princess' gut.
The Nethradin had taken on the appearance of one she'd only known of by word and conflict with her Kingdom. A certain necromancer that been a threat to her family. It was just enough to spur a bit more confidence in getting involved.
With no weapon to defend herself, a gale of winds and the spark of electricity to Meri's fingertips. The young princess remained at the side of her protector's. It would be a first true test, to balance keeping herself from harm and those around her.
Through the crowd, Meri searched for Vivi, yet unsuccessful over the gathered crowd. And, then..Another familiar face. Her father. The worry eased.
(Meri Emeraldi)
[14:46] The world might seem to shift, and the space in-between is suddenly occupied by all members of the audience simultaneously at once and not at all. They are trapped in illusions.
Mari is curled in an upright fetal position, knees hugged to her chest. She does not register the presence of others as the Yokai work their magic through her mind.
Dull red hues stare forward at the visage of a man. It is a blank face. She does not remember Oceiros Dominic's features. His spear is long, its tip grazing the earth. Bone wings stretch to either side of the horizon and the scent of rot graces her features.
He is a corpse. He is dead.
Her face grows sullen and dry. Tears refuse to flow. There is nothing but bitterness in the way she stares at the indistinct man ahead of her, and for all intents and purposes, she may as well accept that it's real.
How can a child truly grasp the insidious nature of an illusion such as this? She knows she is in danger, she sees the uncanny reality she is face with, and yet...
...
"... You left us," she murmurs. "I can't even see your face. Come closer. I want to.. I need to.."
Remember.
She rises to her feet, half in a trance, yet oh-so knowing of her predicament. The weapon in her hands hangs limply from its shoulder strap, as she shambles toward the Nethradin. Undaunted, unafraid, bitter and yet determined.
Her fist clenches tightly.
"You.." She croaks, now hoarse.
(Mari Dominic)
[14:46] Cleald says, "Right hand to the Godking Enarr, Ualdir, for those that do not know a god when one sees them..."
[14:46] The world twists, warps, malforms into something utterly- and her head spins appropriately. What seeps, but that foulness, into her young and foolishly impressionable mind.
"... Oh. This, uh..."
"I didn't even realize it, at first."
Of course she's gullible enough to fall for that without any hint of doubt. She fidgets with awkward energy, her aggression slowly abating, and the idea of keeping Meri out of harm's way by throwing herself into the fray falls secondary to a lowering of the guard, and erratic darting of her gaze left to right.
"I don't know what- Xuefeng did wrong, but... I can't stand against..."
The name of one of the divine drags escapes the tip of her tongue.
(Vivi)
[14:46] Reek says, "A god. . ."
[14:47] A narrow squint falls over the giant, which takes to the nethradin. To Negai o Kanaeru? To a demon? She knows better - she knows it cannot be. Her perception falls over the crowd of disarray beneath her, but she cannot help but indulge in a feeling. In an occult one - something so regularly tamed, so often.
She was skilled.
She had fears, family, friends.
But, more than anything...
"I wwwish it were youuu."
"I know betterrrr.
You cannot be heeere. You cannot hhhave come for meeeee.
But yyyou don't need tooooo."
She can't even pick. No solid choice can be made - is it Lykon? Is it Enarr? She knows better- is it the Demon King? Who? Who is your greatest enemy, Janus?
"Lykonnn.
The Wretcheeed. The traitorrr.
Yyyou aren't heeere."
Stuck, paralyzed, still, she wrangles and wrestles with her essence. Compelling herself, fighting back, and, eventually, she shoots a firm glance at the target of her illusions. A nethradin, yes? A yokai? To her - these are all the same.
Twisted things baked in the same cauldron she came out of.
A counter-hex is launched.
(Janus)
[14:47] As Rose is transported to the otherworldly dimension, she stands before the Yokai. As she looks around, suddenly different, harsh voices enter her mind. She falls to her knees and begins to scream, even beg for them to stop.
But they don't. She sits there, paralyzed. Hopeless.
(Laurra Rose)
[14:48] wandering into xuefang by acident and boredoom to only Encounter? a nethraidin...who wanted to hurt....the sheng People. was not nice but nera kinda had hopes it wasnt as Evil as it was acting. you know eryone has a hidden cute soft side
but being draged into a illsuion put nera on caution. even if she had a small yokai Spinning around her wich was firendly to her yet,
donning her armour and staff. and pumkin helmet…….wich was not a helmet at all but a pumkin….
The nethradin gone? but...instead of them a old face stood there. Osanna her old friend wait ist not osanan but eilos?! no now Elios. then Benjamin
then changing into diffrent People....all Friends. she had over her time of being alive.
up to current Friends and People
"uh....Friends?....whjy are you all here?......why…. zthis confusing…..nera saw some of you die...some not?...….nera is confsued!"
(Nera)
[14:48] Before his eyes, the Nethradin changes... to be a young, drakanite girl with-
Once upon a time, it might've worked. Once, years ago, he would've lowered his weapon in confusion. But now-
No. No. She- She is dead, she's dead, she's been dead, you are the reason she is dead, you looked upon her grave not-
A nightmare, his nightmare, a nightmare from years ago-
Get out of my head, get out, get out!
The captain is visibly taken aback, anguish overwriting his features at whatever it is that he sees. How could he raise his hand against her? How could- How could-
The only way it could ever be her, is were she undead... and that would never be her regardless.
This. Is. Not. Her.
It can't be.
A graven image
This disrespect for what drove him to utter madness, she would DARE show him this? Use this to twist him against his comrades?
Pain turns to rage.
Overwhelming fury and disgust.
DESECRATION
"How could you?
How DARE you wear her face? How DARE you show me this again?
I'll kill you."
Words spoken with more venom than any have heard in the past from him before. Raw, murderous intent.
He killed her once.
He'll do it again, even if it is merely her image...
even if it shatters his heart, once again.
(Grey Aundeoth)
[14:48] Barri watches in awe as these structures pierce through the earth and develop all around the atendees of this Xuefang gathering. However, his awe and surprise is quickly changed to a look of horror as he realizes just exactly what this was. A tower of evil- something foreign to these lands of his. They develop into something like a castle built some thousand years ago. He could only attribute this phenoman to the ghastly spirit here.
But, where did it go. Was that-- "Dad?!" he exclaims, eyes wide with disbelief. The legendary fisherman of the Vrisha family, here in the flesh. "I thought you were sick! What the heck are you doing here?!"
(Barri Vrisha)
[14:48] Grey Aundeoth says, "I am not in party"
[14:48] Darkness washes over the snow, its stark white abandoning Miyumi. All that was familiar to her began to fade. Instead did yokai crawl, a dark realm for a being just as dark.
Within said darkness the rubies of the youth searched. They sought to find the truth as they did in all things. It was an illusion, a powerful one at that to take with it her entire nation. But the center it was very real, a portal that called forth the Fel and other dark ritual.
"You've all my blessing, see it destroyed." Her response, simple enough, but once her focus came to the nethradin did her mind begin to play tricks. The realm shimmered and Negai o Kanaeru vanished.
In their place stood a duo, their silhouettes dark and at the same time hauntingly familiar. But only one truly gave her the chill that such a curse was looking for. As the woman looked upon Miyumi, her heart began to twang. Its strings tugged at and tested.
Words were whispered to herself as she steeled away emotion.
"And all I've ever wanted was to make you smile. To make you proud."
A deep breath, the onyx rings within her gaze gave a spin and reality was tested. Miyumi stared the false actors head on, not yet coming to flinch.
"every day it rises,
wish that it might see still you,
to have it smile back."
(Miyumi S. Irontail)
[14:49] [ Roll: 4 ]
. . . Oh how confusing.
The serpentine' smile crooked to the left and then little giggle befell her lips. What did she see-? But her best friend! Her everything: Her sister. Alas, She saw her very own face up there, The netherton stealing her own face- stealing her twins, and yet it was no bother.
How confusing- how exciting!
"Fifif!"
"Sister, oh sssissster- I see but a mirror ,and your face: Our facesss-ss are reflect. Oh. oh-- oh.." She wasn't the least bit disturbed, the break in the enchantment was right alongside her, her best friend. Her family: her other half.
There was little effect.
Merely' a venom-laced giggle.
This was fun!
"I want to play with it, mhm- with my reflection."
(Kará-Yilan)
[14:49] {NARRATION} Narrating soon!
[14:49] It matters not how swift Xuefeng and its allies reacted, it would not have been quick enough. The very fabric of reality is disfigured to the Nethradin's behest, and the unexperienced Tsumi is not sure whether the city she has lived for all live is being destroyed- or a spell of godlike potency has wrecked her mind. Before her immature brain can digest loss, all allies are transported to a nightmareish landscape, and what she sees is-
A mangled palm, cloying blood dry around the wrist and forearm.
A plethora of allies, groaning from pain and madness alike.
Chaos absolute, blinding Tsumi to a safe return to Xuefeng.
Amidst this all, she could but envision the feats of Miyuhiko, Miyumi, Tiara and her own. Memories of the lost assaulted a mind frail and already weakened by life itself. Negai o Kanaeru becomes but a target as Tsumi is overcome by a feeling so visceral nothing else could compare.
A light in the darkness, blinding and wretched and erasing all that existed before it. A web of venom sweet bloodthirst and senseless desire for destruction. Suddenly, Tsumi comprehended it all. She understood Jólnir's damning bellicosity. She was of the very mind of the wild magical beasts who have no instinct but to fight again and again and again until they are killed and turned into weapons to beget further violence. Looking at the Nethradin, mouth agap, saliva flowed free.
It needs to be culled not because it's an enemy and it hurt Yin. It needs to be culled not because it threatens Xuefeng and its denizens.
The Nethradin needs to die because something warped inside Tsumi wishes to turn all envy into wanton bloodshed. Sin, as the path trailed by Miyuhiko and the man before him, because she cannot be proper and good.
A need as physical as hunger takes over Tsumi.
(Tsumi S. Irontail)
[14:49] A tune of sorts being distorting static. Giggling, laughter. A mockery was proposed to Retsuki's very being. Such was to change what he saw, what he was to feel.
"W-What?"
An eerie slew of whispers began to speak to Retsuki. Mocking him even further. Such of this influence was not one put forth in kind. Oh not at all.
As the darkness of Negai o Kanaeru's presence spreads and engulfs everyone nearby, the chaotic aura begins to seep directly into the boy's mind.
"The voices...!"
These voices, the very whispers of sheer malevolent intent and the twisted desires of the being had began to do more than just assault his consciousness. Their echoes blended with the sounds of a crumbling world.
...Cracking all like littered pieces of fragmented pieces of glass. Mocking laughter and bitter accusations. Statements of Retsuki's own weakness. Even the ability to point out the mark that was forced upon his very being.
The intense pressure of the entity's magic exacerbates indefinitely. How could one live even through a second of this...
It was a symphony of torment.
["What is-happening to me?!!"]
The imagery of Aaliyah Tal before their reformation had ebbed out as a voice as well. One which told them to utilize a gift that was to be given.
Learn more of it.
["...I r-refuse!"]
Despite these struggles, Retsuki tried to -see- clearly. But such was almost nearly impossible. He could only see a speckled few individuals. That were the undead.
The very people whom had gathered were thought to be such.
But Negai had been the prospect of something else. A hidden fear of what one may become. Creature cloaked in darkness. Ire garnered just to reap harm onto others for the mere sake of it.
This alone had the youth just act out unlike that from before. Extreme Violence was to be applied to that of what was the undead gatherer's master.
Fear and Anger were potent little things.
(Retsuki)
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[14:49] He shakes his head, the thing is trying to change his perception of it. But he knew better, he focused once more on his rifle and his aim.
Hearing the calls of everyone else claiming that its friendly, he shouts.
"Have you all forgotten that that thing tore itself from a dead person, and wants to KILL us all?"
(Anders Brightwood)
[14:49] The static dance and song collides with his own, snuffing it momentarily. Stillness takes to him. His form is subsumed, just as he'd allowed it to be - and thereupon, balance is found. Anxiety wells and bubbles, colliding with him. The heart falls victim -
This. That.
Everything.
The world turns. Something changes. Anxiety blends into an indecipherable nonsensicality, splitting into a thousand different emotions defined so easily by one word ; chaos. His mind, open, stood prepared. It was no easy task to overwhelm it - not even as he accepted it so casually..
..especially not again.
"..This isn't you."
A gentle utterance, devoid of emotion. It is a fact - clear cut, and immutable. That thing he saw - that visage - that person, long 'gone' -
"You weren't here when I arrived."
A deep breath. In. Out. 'When your heart turns against you, steel your mind.'
"Just a reminder."
'It's my fault, too, isn't it?'
Can he move yet? Can he breathe yet? Can he feel, yet, what it means to live again? Can the mind, in this moment, triumph over the heart? One step at time, perhaps, it might. One motion. One gesture. One harmony, and every single burden left in his wake -
He was more than he failed to be before.
(Katsuhito)
[14:49] It is in this strange distorted place that the sisters- TWINS, arrive.
Profoundly confusing, and yet, it was wonderful. The serpent smiled, a gruesomely long and eery thing that bubbled with joy. It was sister, again and again, the yokai reflecting in these eyes in wonder and magnificence.
"Sssister! Sssister!
What a strange and funny place. Is that you? Is that me?"
Her snickers drip with venom.
"Fifif!"
Such fun!
(GnÆv-Yilan)
[14:50] Mari Dominic thinks, "Let me see your face. I can't see."
[14:50] Mari Dominic thinks, "Look at me. Look."
[14:50] Mari Dominic thinks, "I'm everything you wanted me to be."
[14:50] Grey Aundeoth thinks, "I'll kill you."
[14:50] Katsuhito says, "-"
[14:50] Grey Aundeoth thinks, "I'll kill you."
[14:51] Grey Aundeoth thinks, "I dont want to see this- I can't- I don't- "
[14:51] Grey Aundeoth thinks, "Forgive me"
[14:52] A thousand mirrors, a dozen doors. A murder, a dance, a song, a knife.
A hex laden upon the yokai, seeking to do nothing in particular.
The theory states, that it can only amplify what emotions are already there. But if it is laden to the paranoia of dozens of illusions, of appearing as a plethora of faces...
Negai o Kanaeru's dozen faces appeal to a wide spectrum of emotions, and so the hex is somewhat thoughtless, inelegant. It should amplify any emotion it matches, right?
Then does it matter which emotion is fanned?
Janus attempts to bring Negai o Kanaeru to some compulsory greatness, it does not matter what. The emotion, chosen, is random, because- again, in theory- it should set to some great mania regardless of her choice.
Too many faces to choose from, throw it at the wall and see what sticks!
[14:52] Marfons, having arrived late finally finds his way with the crowd. He instinctively makes his way to Grey and his daughter Meri, smiling to them fondly. Soon though, his eyes set upon the nethradin across the room.
What it turns into for him... Is Grey?
His own friend, right beside him now mirrored in the nethradin. He tries to place his hand on the real Grey next to him. For a moment, his whole world is his friend Grey. He certainly looks puzzled if nothing else.
(Marfons Emeraldi)
[14:52] From dreamless sleep to the outside and then into- wait, what was going on?
The fleshling only had moments to peer at all those around and then towards the fallen Yin. Then all changed! Into- well it was hard to tell where. It was dark, some strange room with little sense to be made in Sárka's mind. An utterly new experience and one he did not like. He'd continue to gather his senses sticking close to Miyumi.
Then there was the matter of Negai o Kanaeru, an odd entity! And- no... it was just another demon! Right? "Iis- no... demons allowed in-" He'd peer around once more, "Xue... feng?" There was far too much to unpack here, much to keep track of. How was he to make sense of it all?
He wouldn't, he couldn't. Instead a dagger was drawn with blood beginning to escape his form- except he couldn't even move? There was struggle, there were attempts to fight it. However it remained for naught, little progress to be made.
(Sárka)
[14:52] PM from (OOC)Janus: we love chaos in this house
[14:53] The yokai's melodies slowly seeped into the man's ears, ensnaring him in their mysterious power. A sudden shift occurred within him. The Nethradin before him caused an immense amount of hatred to spark within him.
What was it?
He didn't know.
Where had it come from?
He didn't know.
All he knew was that something had changed, and the presence of the Nethradin stirred an unsettling feeling in him- one he hadn't felt since before his time on Meranthe. His once empty, voidlike eyes now brimmed with pure, raw malice.
His body trembled as he struggled to contain the urge to unleash whatever he had bottled up inside.
He was on the verge of erupting.
Wordlessly, but still shaking, he followed The Regent's orders. Mingyue reached for his mask- a fox mask adorned with white, black, and blue hues.
As the mask drew closer to hisface, the trembling grew more intense. But the moment it settled into place?
The shaking stopped.
Only for something else to emerge in its place.
(Mingyue)
[14:54] PM from (OOC)Hjalti Loux: Hey sorry, are you able to TP me back to spawn? Something came up sadly :(
[14:55] Marfons tries to put his hand on Grey, and for a moment, the captain's eyes flick to him, then back to... the other Grey.
Eyes full of pain, and killing intent. A look that the man he views as a son has never seen in the eyes of his good friend. Whatever he sees, whatever he is looking at, he intends to destroy completely, and every ounce of his stance and being screams that he has to.
The tears in his eyes, are no illusion... whatever this is.
(Grey Aundeoth)
[14:55] The presentation enveloped all who proceeded into the faux-realm. Having only arrived after a majority of the explanations regarding their circumstances having passed, the situation before them was entirely alien, indescribable to many- if not for himself.
The terminologies assorted to the figure before them armed the Aubreen, alongside the group which accompanied him; chaotic influences seeping through the earth, perceived as little more than crude, malformed bile, a transitioning into a subspace which should not exist.
And, most likely, did not.
Regardless, all present were susceptible to the tricks forwarded by the Yokai, or demons, as titled by their common language.
What laid before his eyes, however, was perplexing, the illusionary silhouette only confusing those who observed it.
Proof of one's own existence, a mimicry of your parentage.
The individual who was perceived, and rightly proclaimed to be Orianne's mother was all but present.
Instead, a pyromancer.
A Nephilim, corned by a witch-like hat, hazel in its coloration.
'Hum.'
A singular, low thrum was emitted from their voice, an interest taken in the mechanisms of this realm.
At the very least, he understood the name, and identity of the woman standing before him.
How strange it was to perceive her, however.
(Orianne Aubreen)
[14:56] {NARRATION} Bloodied winds seem to harken to the spectre's side, in defence.. and something more: held within the reflections of that bloodied defence are faces of people you have lost, people you miss.
But something happens, something that causes her to falter, due to someone in this crowd.. a red-eyed glare turns fire-hot, and she begins to spit out something impassioned and enraged!
"I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!
CURSE YOU, TAKASHI, CURSE YOU!
FIVE HUNDRED WISHES YOU PROMISED, MY WILDEST DREAMS!
AND THEN YOU RUINED ME! MAY YOU RECEIVE NOTHING BUT SPOILED FRUITS, AND MAY THESE PEOPLE SUFFER THE SAME FATE!
I HATE YOU!"
As she cackles maniacally, she lurches forward, faltering..!
"I HATE YOU! I HATE---!"
Three sudden, precise cuts slice across the air. The sound of steel is heard, and suddenly a myriad of yokai are swiftly torn asunder!
Clarity returns to those assailed, fragments of reality slowly rebuilding themselves. The evil castle remains, but suddenly in it's center stands a black-haired swordswoman.
She looks to be half-tangible, as though a ghost of a faraway past!
".. You know, I never really got any of this! If you wanted power, why not just be good? People always help out good people. Just look at Yin. She's a Heavenly General, and you're just some bakamono stuck in the past."
"Sorry, Yin. Guess the secret's out now. It's probably good you forgot everything, but now that I'm free... I bet it'll all come rushing back! I tried my best to protect you but this kuso onna kept me locked up!"
"... So, what's your best sword trick, Yin? I guess I couldn't stop you in the end."
With your senses now regained, you can combat the threat ahead. The swordswoman returns to Yin's side, a katana unsheathed. In it's handle 'Yin' is inscribed, twin daggers floating at her side.
"Tell her what you love and cherish, Xuefeng! This baka hates sappy stuff like that!"
Yang Shuren's spirit joins your party!
Get ready and join /team 1!
[14:56] PM to (OOC)Hjalti Loux: ok, walk up to me!
[14:57] Admin Dandeli: (yeah
[14:57] Admin Dandeli: fk
[14:57] PM from (OOC)Hjalti Loux: ty, sorry to miss this one
[15:00] Nera says, "Mwerp"
[15:01] {NARRATION} /Team 2 if you are feeling morally dubious and want to help this giant Nethradin.
[15:02] Mother and father vanish, cut apart by the wind: in their place stands a strange woman and stranger demons. No matter. Aihan exhales, shakily, and lifts their hands. The air ices over, the seconds run forward then fall backward -- they're ready to fight, to the best of their ability.
...weapon or no weapon.
(Aihan)
[15:03] Kará-Yilan exclaims, "Fifif!"
[15:03] Then he can move again almost like slided away the ilusion goes, gareth understand what happened, he fixes his reaction while still carry tears on his eyes seems be fix his stance and adjust his sword.
"Nice trick... i hated it." He says with a aura of calm rage, clealy upset the netharin was messing with his emotions and feelings as soon their entered, his only goal now is slice it until is put to rest away .
(Gareth Tidebreaker)
[15:03] GnÆv-Yilan exclaims, "Fififuh!"
[15:03] Kará-Yilan says, "Sister, it looks like us, thus it is us-- so let us help us-- fifi."
[15:03] GnÆv-Yilan exclaims, "Yesss, let usss!!"
[15:03] Bonbon says, "Don't you twins dare-"
[15:04] Kará-Yilan says, "Hs-ss! Fifif."
[15:04] GnÆv-Yilan splits her eerily long smile into a grin.
(GnÆv-Yilan)
[15:04] "...of course it had to be sappy stuff."
He mumbles to himself for a bit. But he knew that every spirit was different and with different wants and needs. And at least that one made it easy.
He started to speak loudly.
"I love a good cup of tea on a winter day. To look outside our tower, stare towards the ocean. A good book to read while I am there. Sitting there, high up in the air, with a chair I put there. Watching the waves. Hearing the ocean. Looking at the sunset while I study whatever tome I find."
He spoke loudly. This was combat against spirits now. He knew what to do.
"Ever day a lovely morning, looking out. Sometimes alone, sometimes shared with friends. Or sometimes just sending and receiving letters from one of our crows. It makes my day and helps me figure out where to go next, what people to help and what people to share time with this time, to show that I appreciate them."
(Christophore Garijn)
[15:04] There goes the image.
She chuckles, gently, slowly, and throws her shoulders back with her posture.
"[I'm sssso good at thiiiis.]"
Hex, successful. Witch points: 1.
(Janus)
[15:04] The graven image is destroyed, and he once again beholds the demon for what it is. A measure of relief he does not have to see his own hands slay her again, this time directly, and now...
Only anger. Only hatred, remains, for that desecration of her image.
He'll kill her.
(Grey Aundeoth)
[15:05] Ah-
How come Yang's voice is so familiar, yet so alien?
A numb hand wipes Tsumi's drooling mouth. She is made reflect, do some effort. Betwixt thoughts of rampant violence and envy, there is...
A gentle grandfather, explaining family lore in the temple.
Her sister's aid, always so patient when it came to Tsumi's many requests.
Sárka's whimsical shenanigans, even when dealing with a pair of energetic twins.
Little by little, silhouettes gain faces and names. Tsumi's youthful visage, once twisted, relaxes little by little.
"I love..."
"My grandfather. My pa and ma. Miyumi, Sárka, Mifune, Asia, Midori. Tsukiko. Mingyue. Chouko. Jólnir, Iko, Hayk."
(Tsumi S. Irontail)
[15:05] Bristol's quick to come back to his senses. Probably for the better, that illusion falls and no longer does he look down at his friend- but back up at that terrifying shade that he'd just sidled up to. He wades through the crowd of the juiced up warriors and takes up by his friends. Ready to help in the soon to be, absolute chaos of a battle with this many people.
(Bristol)
[15:05] Thus the illusion was broken; the mask was torn off while he simply stared at the figure, his face still full of tears from what he had just felt terrible. While recovering himself, he held the lightsabre tightly in his hand.
That place, the dimension that they were, was all terrible. He simply kept quiet, now that his worst fear was gone. Now it was time for payback. "I love coming home—the simple and calm feeling of reaching the doors of my residence—to know that everything will be alright."
(Alexander Durant)
[15:05] "YOU DARE PLAY WITH MY MIND DEVIL?" The fury in the voice of Ikonocles is almost palpable as he sees the form of his friend melt away into that of the demonic swordswoman. The profound betrayal of his own mind caused the flames around him to nearly explode such was his passion.
There were no more words in his mouth, no more thoughts in his brain, the only thing that consumed his entire being at this moment, was to destroy the devil in front of him.
Ikonocles surged forwards propelled by the blasting fire surrounding him, attempting to crush the demon beneath his titanic hammer.
(Ikonocles)
[15:05] In the midst of complaining about the fact others were being loud in front of Ualdir.
They stop... Coming to notice that the illusion was breaking, their senses were back. For a second they had to double-take, only to move that small seed of aether within their body.
A seed that felt nothing towards the being in front of them.
This was not Ualdir, this was merely a trick, a demon.
"...I've been tricked..."
"You dare to pretend to be Ualdir? A god? Part of the Panth-..." Deeply a breath was taken, "My shield is braced, my vision is cleared. You will not be allowed to taint any more."
(Cleald)
[15:06] Koryn glares at the woman ready to stand his ground His legs were shaking but his heart stood firm he knew what he had to do .
"Alright you demon asshole, lets finish this "
(Koryn)
[15:06] Rhazin watches in horror as the spectral figure conjures a vision of his parents, their faces twisted in agony, calling out to him from the bloodied winds. The anguish of seeing them again, coupled with the memory of their tragic fate, momentarily paralyzes him.
But then, amidst the chaos, something shifts. The spectre's rage erupts, her screams piercing through the air, directed at someone named Takashi. Her frenzied outburst and the sudden appearance of a black-haired swordswoman bring a moment of clarity.
The swordswoman's presence dispels some of the fear and illusion, cutting down the yokai with swift precision. Her ghostly form and the inscription on her katana indicate a connection to Yin, hinting at a past intertwined with the present struggle.
With the spectral woman faltering, the words of the swordswoman echo in Rhazin's mind. Gathering his courage, Rhazin steps forward, his sheathed blade directed forth, determination etched on his face as he prepared to unite with the rest of the people in the castle against the Nethradin.
(Rhazin Seablade)
[15:06] The nethradin's trick upon the Emperor's gaze could only last so long. As Yang's arrival brought her truth. Yokai struck down, the one she had been waiting for arrived.
"Xuefeng, this is who we were waiting for. You are with her, assist in anything needed.
These are my orders."
Mirage of her parents began to fade, but perhaps forever would it not remain so. If not for the advice of a dark-haired swordswoman. Words would help her see reality.
"Family, all those that stand at my side." A hand waves through the air and the tome that orbits around her is caught. Not opened, she instead runs her fingers over its spine, the marbles of red spinning. "And those who trust in me enough to sacrifice everything." Her gaze found Yang, a nod to the young woman, one of the few who had given her true oath.
"They are what I cherish most, the reason to reach forward and claim what might've been thought impossible only years before. I will rely on them, until the days pass I can continue no more.
And I only wish they can rely on me." Breaking from Yang, her eyes shift and take note of those around who share in her words.
(Miyumi S. Irontail)
[15:06] Admin Dandeli: wait its been only one hour. could this be the fastest eternia event of all time
[15:06] Admin Kisekimin: real?
[15:08] "I love this world that the Dragons made for us. I love the Sun in the sky emblazoned by Ryujins Fyr. I love the cycle that they made for us. Life, Death, Rebirth. I will do everything to protect what was created for us, and I will use the blood of Dragons to do so!"
She said defiantly filling her heart with love of all things! It wasn't the most righteous of emotions but it was certainly powerful as her aura flared with the feeling.
Pulling off the Suncast Fyr around her neck she held it high hoping that even in this realm of Illusion Ryujins Sun would pierce through something and give them clarity.
(Yi Su)
[15:09] The sudden appearance of the swordswoman manages to break the trance that the thing had on some among their number, but it would appear that a few have totally succumbed to the thing's trance. ["No matter."] he thought to himself. They will win. He looks around to see if Captain Grey and the children are alright.
Fortunately, they are, and even more so, fresh marines have arrived to join the fray, led by Rose and the King himself. He slightly chokes, knowing that he failed to keep his daughter out of danger, but that was not what is important right now.
Shaking his head, he smiles, his smile laden with bloodlust, and whispers to himself.
"Remember this day, vile beast, and remember it well. I know not of what you are or what you are capable of. All I know is that you will bleed."
(Anders Brightwood)
[15:09] Throughout the entirety of this realm, there had been the sounds of crying all throughout.
At some point, the form of Yin had revealed itself - bereft of snow white hair, returned back unto it's original shade. They were twins, after all.
Memory after memory unveiled itself in her mind,
the reality of their birth and the meaning behind it.
Their father, and the corrupt, terrible wish he had made. The responsibilities they'd been thrust into; the fate Hiro Shuren had condemned Yang and Yin to.
And the cruel, cruel action Yin was forced to bare witness to.
Flashes of recognition become more clear. Emotions, all that had been tucked away by Yang, hit like a freight train - but the voice of Yang, as well as those in Xuefeng; the ones she'd curated a bond with, the ones she'd grew up alongside the moment she entered this land -
and even those, who simply came to watch, or just tohelp.
Expression shifts into one of unrelenting anger, and Yin stands back upon her two feet.
"I... am working on a sword trick. I can't use it just yet, but there are many things I've learned in Xuefeng."
She inhales deeply, the wind causing the bells upon her prismatic hilt to shake.
"I love Xuefeng. I love Lady Miyumi, and those of the Shinjitsu family; I love my allies, Chouko, Mingyue, Katsuhito, Yi Su, Zhengyi, Tsukiko - and the newest arrivals from Sheng that I have yet to introduce myself to, I... love working for Xuefeng. Growing Xuefeng. Seeing how much farther we can all uplift one another and grow."
Another deep inhalation.
It is different, trying to re-balance yourself when all comes to a crushing reminder. Even as she is uttering these words, her anger is palpable. Instead, her winds pick up, and hand held in Yang's, she faces down a quite literal demon of the past.
"But most of all, right now, I think I would love to put our fathers' mistakes to rest, eternally."
(Yin)
[15:10] The swordsman appears unaltered by the illusions casted. His backstory is of a bleak one, orphaned in his early years to work as a slave, shackled by captivity to work in the mines until his opportunity of escape ultimately arrived. His stance would not change and his emotions culled. His adventure into Meranthe is only the beginning for him as a foreigner looking to build his story up from its very foundation!
(Reek)
[15:10] Bamboozled. Tricked. Quite literally fooled if not put under a spell of sorts. He had not know what happened outside of nearly going insane from the weight of madness of the Nethradin.
Retsuki stared down at his hands for a time.
Wondering if he was even real! Only to stare up at the creature that brought forth this agony, he'd try to regain some of his lost composure.
"I refuse."
He refused to use what was placed upon him.
What was traded for the very few bits of his life essence.
To live or to die!
Fear controlled them in that instance. To relieve that yet again? It'd do nothing but infuriate the cultivator. Mortyl may guide them if this is to be the end.
It would be an end fit for a combatant. No matter how young they were to be. Retsu would still fight. Fear would not halt him. Not this time.
"Never going to go through that. Not ever again!"
Ire was garnered...
(Retsuki)
[15:11] Admin Bluebirb: real
[15:12] The knight thinks about things she's grateful for to herself, but it was asked that the people of Xuefeng share, but even if she just outwardly share whatever she thinks about helps remove the influence of the voices, returning her mind to herself...
But now was the time for action, as she prepares to fight
(Bonbon)
[15:12] {NARRATION} Tianma gives out a mighty neigh!
[15:12] Mari stumbles, and she is too late.
Her father's indistinct features are wiped away on the wind. The clamor of the men and women and children around her grows ever louder, and the girl's hands raise to clutch her ears. Blue-black-blue hair waves in an invisible wind.
An evil castle. Full of bodies. Meat walking. Her father would have thought something about these people. She doesn't know what. She never knew her father. He left them before she could know. Her eyes widen, her body trembles. Where did he go? Where did he leave? Where did he die? Where was he buried?
Something cracks. Something defiant emerges. Something cruel whispers behind her. Something loud rings in her ear.
A whimper escapes her.
"I hate you.. I hate you all."
The rifle is taken up in her hands, and it is turned upon those around her. The child casts a long shadow in the lightless space.
"Just rot."
CRACK! BLAM! BANG! Bullets fly out into the crowd. Mari darts backward to evade the surge of retaliation, loading more rounds to fire off, indiscriminate in her target. Yet with so many good-doers and so few of true evil-
It's bound to become a horrible accident for her, and for whoever is unfortunate enough to be struck by the entropic winds of Death's wayward child.
(Mari Dominic)
[15:12] Admin Dandeli: (i'll have u returned nera-chan
[15:12] Admin Dandeli: fk
[15:12] But a glimpse given. There wasn't much that had passed away from the Fleshling, he'd hardly been around long enough for such loss. Or perhaps he was just less capable of sensing such? There was, however, a simple doll! Button eyed with a big funny hat! An old friend! Gone for years now, vanished.
"Caaae..?"
A sight cut off, taken away once more. It brought forth questions with little time to find answers. Movement was restored and senses returned now only stifled by his own mind, something he'd have to fight off with the instructions given. Things he cared for? Well that was easy.
"Wiill protect- Maa and Paa. Broother and Sisters- you... are not allowed to hurt- them." Furioso was drawn, blood pooling properly around himself in a fountain of gore. "Not... allowed to hurt Xue-feng... love... home, cannot take it." No, there was no specific name call outs for any of Xuefeng. Sorry, it may not be mutual.
(Sárka)
[15:12] Aihan was leaning on the horse. But now they flop to the ground in surprise at the neigh.
(Aihan)
[15:12] With his blade directed forth towards the Nethradin, Rhazin allowed himself a brief moment to close his eyes and whisper a prayer to Iltheris. The words were a quiet plea for strength, protection, and guidance from the water spirit. Though no Sirenians were around, Rhazin remembered his superior's words. It wasn't just about their people or protecting The Traverse. This battle was for everyone present, for the unity and safety of all.
As he whispered, he felt a cool breeze brush against his skin, a subtle reminder of Iltheris's presence. The spirit's calming influence bolstered his resolve, filling him with renewed determination. Rhazin opened his eyes, the blue of the sea reflected in his gaze, and stepped forward with purpose.
"Iltheris, guide my blade and give me the strength to protect these people." he murmured softly, the prayer a quiet beacon in the chaos around him.
(Rhazin Seablade)
[15:13] The expressionless visage of her parental figure is mirrored by her own. For a moment it was like it always was. Smiles were never exchanged. Words never whispered. Yet somehow, they both knew. She always knew. For a moment, he is her world.
And then, it isn't.
Awareness of her surroundings slowly seeps in. Like she's trapped in a container in the depths of an ocean. It starts with a leak. Then more. Soon it's gushing, from all sides. She's flooded with it. Sinking. Drowning. A hand reaches out for the man she once knew. But he is no longer there. That's right. He hasn't been for a long time.
It takes a moment for her to make sense of the new world. Looking left and right. Similar afflictions on each of their minds. In this group, her experience is nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing special. Any notion that it could've been real is cast aside now.
Dark eyes, wet beneath, glare up at the entity at the source of thecurrent chaos. The feet that once sought to flee are now stuck in place. Affirmed with growing conviction. With the rallying of Yang Shuren, such sentiments only flourish.
(Ro Hikari)
[15:14] {NARRATION} "I love a good cup of tea."
"I love the oceans, I love the waves."
"I love my family, I love my friends."
"I love this world, I love the dragons."
"I love Xuefeng, I love Lady Miyumi."
I love...
I love..
I love..
.. I love..
"I LOVE NONE OF YOU!"
Something awful is about to happen! To your stations, everyone!
/Team 1 if you're fighting against the EC.
/Team 2 If you're fighting with the EC?!
[3 Rounds]
Down 1:
2 or Below: 1 Day Temp
3 or Higher: No Injury
Down 2:
2 or Below: 12 Day Temp
4 or Below: 4 Day Temp
5 or Higher: No Injury
Down 3:
2 or Below: 5 Vit Perm
5 or Below: 12 Day Temp
6: No Injury
[15:14] "I dare not attempt to define such a thing!" he retorts, breaking away into a sudden, uncharacteristic laughter. Jubilation roots where despair had previously attempted claim, and the reality of the situation shatters the falsehood of the Nethradin like a hammer to glass ; Katsuhito feeds off of it with every declaration. With every idea. With every concept -
His love for life itself. His love for the people around him. His love for each blade of grass - for each ant - and for each gentle breezes which passes him by. His love for the rising sun. His love for the ever-shifting cascade of each star above. His love for the wonders of life, ranging from the most small, meaningless thing to the grandest sights of the world.
His love for each step he took. His love for each dance he participated in. His love for each spirit he'd met. His love for each moment - good, and bad - that he might learn from, and be better for.
Love which goes unspoken - for no love worth having could be defined. Words failed him.
"My actions will reach further than my words ever could..!"
The bells jingle.
The wind catches his staff, releasing a cascade of gentle hymns as he grips at the runes on its hilt.
The dance begins anew.
(Katsuhito)
[15:15] GnÆv-Yilan exclaims, "FIFIFIF!"
[15:15] GnÆv-Yilan exclaims, "FIFIFI-FUH!"
[15:15] Kará-Yilan exclaims, "FIFIF!"
[15:15] Bonbon exclaims, "I knew not to trust you, you freaky twins!"
[15:15] Janus guzzles a bottle of rum in preparation. It's basically a shot glass, for her size.
(Janus)
[15:15] {NARRATION} Countdown soon!
[15:15] GnÆv-Yilan exclaims, "BOOONBOOOOON!!!"
[15:16] Negai o Kanaeru exclaims, "AAAUUUGHHH! ENOUGH WITH YOUR LOVE, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!"
[15:16] Christophore Garijn exclaims, "I LOVE YOU TOO!"
[15:17] Mari Dominic asks, "... do you see me, father?"
[15:17] Nera says, "You remind me.....of a old friend"
[15:17] Poser exclaims, "LETS GO!"
[15:17] Mari Dominic says, "Watch carefully."
[15:17] Bristol says, "Someone should have cooked you more meals when you were alive.."
[15:17] Yi Su exclaims, "Mari what are you doing?!"
[15:17] Bonbon exclaims, "Caius Perserve!"
[15:17] Anders Brightwood exclaims, "TIME TO DIE, VILE BEAST!"
[15:18] Barri Vrisha exclaims, "Success!"
[15:18] {NARRATION} oh right before it happens DONT USE BLACK MIRAGE something awful will surely happen
[15:19] {NARRATION} Round 1 is over!
Let me know if you were downed!
OW
[15:19] Janus takes some time out of her day, specifically, to look away from Negai o Kanaeru, and absolutely maul one of the poor little bastard yokai cheering her on. It is lifted up by a hand, and aptly chokeslammed into the face-floor.
"Ssssorry."
(Janus)
[15:20] {NARRATION} Get ready for the next round, dorks.
Leave /team 2, no team probably works better.
[15:20] {NARRATION} For all that want to deck the EC, use /team 1
[15:21] Reek says, "Roll"
[15:21] {NARRATION} 10..
[15:21] {NARRATION} 9..
[15:21] {NARRATION} 8, 7, 6..
[15:22] Poser says, "PAIN IS VICTORY IN THE BODY"
[15:23] Nera says, "CEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
[15:23] Anders Brightwood dusts himself off, smiling all the while. The thrill of combat was too overwhelming.
(Anders Brightwood)
[15:23] GnÆv-Yilan says, "FIUH"
[15:23] Bonbon asks, "Cease what Nera??"
[15:23] Nera says, "The CHESEEEEEEE"
[15:23] Bonbon says, "Oh she tiny now"
[15:23] Rhazin Seablade says, "FIREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
[15:23] Bonbon asks, "Cheese??"
[15:24] Alexander Durant says, "Sometimes I dream about cheese."
[15:24] Bonbon says, "Oh now she's way bigger-"
[15:24] Bristol asks, "Why are girls always taller than me?"
[15:24] Mari Dominic got slam dunked by Ikonocles.
(Mari Dominic)
[15:24] Alexander Durant says, "That's how it goes kid."
[15:24] Anders Brightwood shakes his head. Gotta hide that bloodlust, Anders.
(Anders Brightwood)
[15:24] Alexander Durant says, "Don't bee too harsh on yourself"
[15:24] Bristol says, "Man.."
[15:24] Yeah. She's going for another one. The fight can suck it - they're handling the nethradin pretty well. She's budy.
Her focus lingers on the little bastards on the sidelines, her demonblade reaches out - and she takes another!
It is seized between her arcanium blade-fingers, and frozen solid. Preserved. She stuffs it in her cloak and into the shadows.
They don't tell you this in Hell, but the demons are free. Just take them.
"I shhhould start a collectorrrr's club..."
The perks of being emotionally un-invested in the situation's greater plot, is that you're able to simply... be opportunistic! And the opportunity, right now, is that there's all these little bastards around, and they're totally free for the taking!
Score!
"Lllittle bastarrrd. In yyyou gooo."
(Janus)
[15:27] {NARRATION} A thousand magi fight with conviction and love!
It makes her sick to the core.
In a final rush, she screams:
"I DON'T GET IT, I DON'T GET IT!
After all he gave, after all I did, why am I so weak..?!
I'LL KILL YOU! I'll KILL YOU!
EVERYONE YOU LOVE WILL BETRAY YOU IN THE END!
JUST LIKE HIM, JUST! LIKE! HIM!"
Malevolent energy reaches it's precipice, the whole of her very essence put forward so that she might have these Shengese and Non-Shengese fools felled!
One more round!
Get ready for the countdown!
[15:27] Nera says, "Yeah i dont get it either..."
[15:27] Nera says, "Love is the most complex emotion there is...."
[15:27] Alexander Durant says, "I don't either."
[15:27] Nera says, ".....very confuusing"
[15:27] Alexander Durant says, "Yes."
[15:28] Grey Aundeoth thinks, "Just die."
[15:28] Mari Dominic asks, ".. where did you go? Where did you go!?"
[15:28] Gareth Tidebreaker says, "Skill issue."
[15:28] Gareth Tidebreaker says, "Ladie."
[15:28] Mari Dominic loads another clip.
(Mari Dominic)
[15:28] Nera says, "Love makes us happy...."
[15:28] Gareth Tidebreaker says, "Try harder."
[15:28] Nera says, "Love makes us sad."
[15:28] Poser RUSHES MARI!
(Poser)
[15:28] Nera says, "It makes us angry"
[15:28] Ikonocles exclaims, "STEEL YOURSELF PURPLE HAIRED CHILD!"
[15:28] Rhazin Seablade pokes the pumpkin.
(Rhazin Seablade)
[15:28] Ikonocles exclaims, "OR I'LL SMACK YOU ONCE MORE!"
[15:28] Mari Dominic aims her gun toward the giant.
(Mari Dominic)
[15:28] Nera says, "And it makes feel we can protect our family"
[15:28] Bonbon says, "To love is to know pain"
[15:28] Anders Brightwood checks his rifle's magazine, then nods.
(Anders Brightwood)
[15:28] Nera says, "Yewt it also can make it so. we feel hurt from the lost."
[15:28] Sárka says, "-"
[15:28] Alexander Durant says, "...oh shit."
[15:28] Urano says, "..."
[15:28] Retsuki says, "-"
[15:28] Retsuki says, "..."
[15:28] Ikonocles doesn't feel great about what he's going to do.
(Ikonocles)
[15:28] Mari Dominic says, "You can't. You can't. You can't. You can't. You can't."
[15:28] Grey Aundeoth says, "Stop debating with the demon, and just rip it's head off"
[15:28] Christophore Garijn says, "...man, so many of you should not be left alone with a spirit in a room. "
[15:29] Retsuki says, "I cannot shoryuken this."
[15:29] Poser exclaims, "I CAN!"
[15:29] Sárka stares at the duo.
(Sárka)
[15:29] Yin says, "...I don't care for hearing the opinions of something that cursed me since I was a young girl."
[15:29] Nera says, "Ripping its head of is mean..."
[15:29] Bristol exclaims, "Stop getting taller!"
[15:29] Yi Su exclaims, "Mari whatever you're seeing isn't real!"
[15:29] Zhengyi says, "Mmm.."
[15:29] Grey Aundeoth says, "It deserves it"
[15:29] Bonbon says, "Nera she's trying to kill us-"
[15:29] Miyumi S. Irontail says, "Kill the girl who threatened my brother."
[15:29] Katsuhito says, "It's as I said earlier ;"
[15:29] Nera asks, "So?"
[15:29] Katsuhito says, "It will pass."
[15:29] Tsumi S. Irontail exclaims, "Mari, fucking snap out of it!"
[15:29] Miyumi S. Irontail says, "Mingyue, be sure of it."
[15:29] Nera says, "Is eryone else in this gods forsaken world"
[15:29] {NARRATION} Countdown time!
[15:31] Poser says, "Uuuughhhh~"
[15:32] Miyumi S. Irontail says, "I took care of her Saarka."
[15:32] Miyumi S. Irontail says, "Do not worry."
[15:32] Sárka says, "... Iis good! Already- tried eeating me."
[15:33] Janus does the unthinkable, yes.
She marches on up the walls and clambers along, moving almost like a beast in her pursuit.
SHE TAKES A THIRD IMP!
So that's where all the ones on the right are going.
Its tiny, purple form is taken in, and she steals another minion for her own dubious reasons, but undeniably hilarious to see in practice. This little bastard is flung around in her hand, and she stuffs it into the shadows of her coat like the rest.
"Yoinnnk~!"
(Janus)
[15:33] {NARRATION} Everyone contributes to the nefarious nethradin's felling!
Do /rnd 1 100 to determine how much of a contributor you were!
The lower, the more you suffer.
The higher, the more you triumph.
Janus definitely wins against the imps.
[15:34] Yin stares Janus down. They are noted for their thieving of yokai, and will most likely be handled at a later date.
(Yin)
[15:34] {NARRATION} Also, PM me if you were downed!
You may all roleplay killing me violently.
[15:35] PM from (OOC)Christophore Garijn: Hi, I got 1 down
[15:35] PM from (OOC)Alexander Durant: 1 down
[15:35] PM from (OOC)Sárka: Downed once, last round.
[15:35] PM from (OOC)Mari Dominic: downed r1 r2 r3 due to my rampant murder and subsequent punishment
[15:35] PM from (OOC)Poser: Was downed twice, once by Mari, Once by you, hit me hard. I spawned yesteday, injuries are character development
[15:35] Nera does not infact vilonetly kill a netheraidn nera. wasnt sucha person...and amny others probaly would do so...
(Nera)
[15:35] PM from (OOC)GnÆv-Yilan: i got downed twice
[15:35] PM from (OOC)Rhazin Seablade: I was downed once.
[15:35] PM from (OOC)Retsuki: I was downed! 23 is what I rolled.
[15:35] Yin thinks, "Put. them. down."
[15:35] Yin thinks, "Yes. We can do that. Do not steal them away."
[15:35] PM from (OOC)Aihan: i was downed u_u gg
[15:35] PM from (OOC)Reek: I was downed 1st round and 3rd round, rolled a 76 for contribute
[15:35] {NARRATION} After PM'ing if you were downed, roll a /roll!
Yi Su may fluff capture one of the very tiny evil yokai which have burst out of the nethradin if so desired?!
[15:36] PM from (OOC)Poser: Rolled a 1
[15:36] He pants and sighs, at last, the thing has been sufficiently weakened.
As it lays keeling over their repeated hits, he chambers a mana cartridge on his rifle, and aims it directly at the thing's chest.
No words, no fancy speeches, no fanfare. He pulls the trigger, and out from his rifle comes a ball of light that materializes into a spear of ice that flies straight towards the thing's torso, just as everyone else rushes forth or sends their own projectiles at it, finishing the job.
(Anders Brightwood)
[15:37] Admin Bluebirb: you finished in time for the war
[15:38] Zhengyi was undaunted, as the calvary had arrived in a metaphorical and literal sense- with the tiger leaping in and out of the fray to barrage the creature or those helping it..
Fists, knees, elbows, and claws- She was a flurry for anyone who would defend this creature if not the being itself.
Crackles of ether echo around her limbs, the occasional flash of gold as she would give it her all to try and bring the being low. "Of all the things I love.."
"What I love the most is knowing that for as long as there are good people to fight against creatures like you, there is hope to be had." The monk would claim, before delivering her final kick with a flash of golden light to accompany- before falling back to avoid being struck by the numerous magics being hurled at the being.
(Zhengyi)
[15:38] PM from (OOC)Kará-Yilan: Down twice!
[15:39] Janus is not busy felling the large nethradin. She's stuffing her coat full of tiny little imps. One of them slips free of the ice, to where she snags it by a foot.
"Hhhey- come back- hhere-- whhhere are you- wait-! Come- hhhere!"
Interjected with her varying success, she is far too occupied with trying to gather up some of these guardsmen. When they're all squished cheek to cheek in her grip, she bear-hugs them under an arm, like a giant, frosty seat-belt, and settles them down in her lap to stare at their boss' absolute thrashing.
"Sssit still...!"
(Janus)
[15:39] On the part of Christophore? He didn't realy have to keep fighting hard, did he? There was too much violence afterall. Too many of them not understanding how to act with spirits.
There needs to be a crash-course for this stuff... perhaps he'll do that soon.
Chris kept going on and on, in an attempt to distract the Nethradine.
"I LOVE A GOOD CAMPFIRE! I LOVE WATCHING THE STARS AT NIGHT, SITTING AT THE BEACH! I LOVE MAKING WINE AND SHARING A GLASS OR TWO WITH FRIENDS AND LOVED ONES!"
For him, this battle was spiritual. To annoy her? No. To weaken her in her actions and to defy her even now.
(Christophore Garijn)
[15:39] He contributes how he can. The nethradin's attacks are largely closeranged, as are his own, and the disruption caused by Meri makes it awfully difficult to get anywhere near them... So instead?
Instead, he stitches their shadow in place several times, yanking them right back into the arms of the crowd that is trying to kill them. Every now and then, the mage is able to get in there and have a swing, and at one point he slams Mari into the fucking pavement for getting in his way, but otherwise his role is largely supportive.
Don't get wounded, keep the princess safe.
It falls, and as they all descend upon it, he forms a simple spear of condensed shadows and hurls it directly into the nethradin's chest, impaling inwards to immediately spread throughout it's body as the shadows tear and carve it to bits from the inside, a hungry, feasting parasite that devours its own mana as it minces flesh to ribbons.
As hewatches dozens of spells collapse atop it to render it into a bloody smear...
There's no satisfaction.
... he just feels empty.
(Grey Aundeoth)
[15:39] Meager strength to add to the pool, Bristol found himself unable to even tell what spells were good or bad for his health! Battered by spells, all he could do was send waves of water to help soothe the wounds of the fighters on the front line. Sometimes one might falter, and the boy rushes to their side in order to conjure up a healing stream. Keep them from getting hurt too much..
Or so he'd hope. The fight took it's toll, the close range fighters often hit the brick floor with horrific wounds that he could not help close. All too much. Contribute too little..
So badly, he wanted to make all those wounds simply vanish. Whatever water he summoned quickly tinged red with freshly spilled blood. But he just wasn't able to.
All he could do was ease the pain, stop people from expiring then and there.
Such work consumed him by the end, and he looks up for the final volley being launched. It felt like a blur, the whole ordeal. But it'd finally be over.
(Bristol)
[15:40] Genuine joy, had filled them. The rush of mana from all sides, the amplification of one's own skill when one was a growing person in the middle of a horde. OF the most magically powerful people on the continent.
Poser for once?
Wasn't a Poser.
Magic flooded through, vibrations that rippled forth & slammed into Negai, each blow helped hold them down. For stronger arms, for more powerful blows, for people who knew how & where to strike. Poser Disorients Negai, the nethadrin.
Gunfire piercing their skin, going through their jacket. A Nethadrin's might hits them near head on. Eleven years old, circuits surging, overheating, body breaking down.
Way in over their head.
(Poser)
[15:40] Cold, is what they are: fingers split open and frostbitten, blood ice-shiny on their hands. And the voices of celebration or anger or (whatever) that rise up from the other magic, come seconds after their origin.
Aihan's overdone it. Scrambled by their own magic. Victory was never easy.
The kid sniffles and crouches down, panting, shivering. The world spins like a top and their head feels full of slush but at least it's over.
(Aihan)
[15:41]
Gareth control his breath and emotions despite the clear rage he had from the image of his master being messed, he rushes arround the fortress with fast swords attacks, he is hit by several attacks from others as well that were there, yet he does not stop.
Even if one he would lad a good hit on that woman for what she did, he is much slow but eventually gets closer her, he begins rotate his body doing several slashes until one finnaly hits her straight on the ancle.
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It takes a good portion of her leg mobility, yet not enough to finish her down, the young boy see himself being attacked by others that got insane and are friendly fire him dodgign mostly while the insane woman perishs, at his his slash he did.
(Gareth Tidebreaker)
[15:41] The violent clash within the realm of illusion had left all of them more than a little confused. Even so she did her best to look after her allies with mending spells and take on the Nethradin with Ether and Fire.
Though as the Nethradin fell she had gotten an idea! Taking an old sake gourd she swiftly wrote on a seal before slapping it against it. A chant ensued as she focused her holy magic to try to capture the Nethradin spirit!
"You won't return to Hel creature! You'll be forever imprisoned where you can do no more harm! Dragon Fire, Demon Prison!"
A vortex of fire and ether erupted from the gourd of the young exorcist in training though it didn't seem to suck in the Nethradin. However one of the imps started scrambling as from far away it was sucked into the Sake Bottle with a loud 'Twump' as the cork then sealed it inside.
Yi Su looked down at the demon in a bottle and blinked a few times. Was this success?
(Yi Su)
[15:41] 87/100
(Poser)
[15:41] {NARRATION} Injuries:
- Rhazin(1): No Injury
- Reek(2): 12 Day Temporary Injury
- Retsuki (1): No Injury
- Christophore(1): 24 Hour Temporary Injury
- Alexander(1): No Injury
- Aihan(1): No Injury
- Poser(2): 12 Day Temporary Injury
- Mari(3): 12 Day Temporary Injury
- Sarka(1): No Injury
- GnÆv-Yilan(2): 4 Day Temporary Injury
- Kará-Yilan(2): No Injury
[15:41] Joins her father figure in shouting things she loves, to weaken the spirit and such, shouting with positivity and good vibes!
BEGONE FROM THESE LANDS YOU RANCID VBES BITCH!
"I LOVE TALKING WITH PEOPLE! I LIKE CUDDLING! I LOVE SPENDING TIME WITH MY LOVED ONES! I LOVE CHOCOLATE! I LOVE FORMING AND GETTING TO KNOW PEOPLE!"
(Bonbon)
[15:41] The resulting conflicts were eye-opening for the Regent in many ways. For one, she strung together a path. A clearer line on how things ended up here in the first place. Knowing enough about Yin to piece together new information with what was already available.
On the other hand it brought her to also grow more stern in her opinions of others while at the same time bringing new individuals under her scrutinizing gaze. Especially though who cared to speak ill of her family, Saarka kept close to her side. Nevermind their choices in the conflict as a whole.
But of course through the majority of it was her focus demanded upon the nethradin. Within their realm, the weight of reality crushing upon them, Miyumi doing all she could to slow their movement. To make the job that much easier for all others and hopefully avoid more fatal wounds for those involved.
She had already given forth her love, what she held most dear. She needed not to make a show for herself, only didshe need to ensure that her general was safe, that whatever this dark being meant was made no more. And she'd do exactly that.
(Miyumi S. Irontail)
[15:42] They were the shield for the force.
With Ualdir guiding his shield, alongside their knowledge that this was just a demon. Every movement was filled with unbridled confidence, all sent out to take the blows that came their way from the yokais around them.
They were doing their exact job, acting as the shield, while the others acted as the swords.
Until soon, the Yokai fell from the group effort sent their way, blows knocking them down as they began to be brutally purged by the magi.
It was a good day to defeat the Fel.
(Cleald)
[15:43] There was little time given to prepare for the giant battle which followed the appearance of the giant demon. From the various illusionary tricks played upon the crowds which left many of them confused as to what side was right and wrong, but she would no longer be tricked by the visage in front of her.
Light shimmered on her blade as she attempted to cut through the giant nethradin's skin, and though her blade was sufficient in doing damage to the twisted soul, she still had much to learn about the way of the blade it seemed. Her assault was nonetheless to continue;
Dancing around the attacks thrown at them by sinking into the shadows only to reemerge in a silver light to once more swing her blade in an arc at the beast to assist in weakening it and bringing it down. Whilst her contribution to the fight may not have been the most impressive, she remained standing throughout the entire ordeal and dealt at least a little damage- something to be proud of.
Eventually the fight came to a slow after dancing around a multitude of traps and large-scale attacks which seemed to be messing with her - flames searing at her skin and the flames causing her to retreat whilst the rest continued their assault for as long as they could. Continuing to fight until the Fel had truly fallen-
That was the goal.
(Mèng Taiyang)
[15:43] As the princess slumps right next to him, he sighs in relief. In the heat of battle, he had forgotten that he was there to protect someone, all the more so, considering that her father was present.
Slinging his rifle, he picks up the young girl, carrying her on piggy back, and nods as Grey rushes over to their position.
"Captain, sir. Glad to see you made it. I take it that the King and Rose are fine, sir?"
(Anders Brightwood)
[15:43] Oh . . .Why sure, illusions were at play. The entity- the monster had faked itself her sister- and vice versa. The twins were more than readily aware of the deceptions . . . But, well- how could they possibly fight themselves?!
It was a perfect ploy, a perfect deflection of their intent.
The serpentine-twins fought alongside their Mari counterpart who was largely an unknown to them, but allies were quick to find against such a massive tidal wave of 'heros.'
Oh. Kara wasn't a hero: Nor a villain! Simply someone who enjoyed the dance of it all: The tidal wave proved to powerful and the twins were often taken down not by direct focus but' the flurry of attacks directed neither here nor there.
"Ffifif--"
Defeated, she took a spot alongside her skin. Bruised, battered and beaten.
"S-sis, I don't think t..thisss-sss. would have ended.. any other waysss."
Her voice shrill, and hurt.
Yet her lips a venomous smile . . .
She had fun.
Her shoulder greeted her twins' with a bump.
(Kará-Yilan)
[15:44] The sound of bells.
Yin begins to perform a kagura dance; the prismatic hilt that Miyumi had forged for her being brought out. It is used in place of a cleansing tool; each movement of the Shuren's is precise, elegant, yet quick.
"Gya Tei, Gya Tei.
Ha Ra Gya Tei.
Ha Ra Sou Gya Tei."
An animist chant begins; and spiritual winds billow and surround the nethradin, locking them in place.
"On Kirikaku Sowaka.
On Kirikaku Sowaka.
On Kirikaku Sowaka."
There's a swift flick of the wrist; a hard slashing gesture from Yin.
"Protect my home and my body,
from the twisted deeds of malicious kami.
If I am ever to commit an error or transgression,
correct me in my ways.
Rectify my sight. Rectify my hearing.
Greater Wind Spirit, I humbly heed you with reverence, apprehension, and awe:
May the sins and impurities be swept away, falling from high and low mountains.
And may these sins and impurities be lost forever, and completely..."
Sound is amplified. Negai o Kanaeru cannot move.
(Yin)
[15:44] The words of Mari Dominic were not lost on Ikonocles, and though there was obviously a greater threat about, he trusted those around him to deal with the threat in front of them, while he dealt with the smaller, younger threat.
His gleaming eye alit on the form of Mari and his thunderous footsteps crashed towards her hammer swinging recklessly against the little girl. He did not seek to truly injure her, but in such a chaotic environment he could not afford to hold back.
Plus, a few concussions were good for a growing mind.
He allowed the multitude of bullets to become lost in the flame that shrouded him, and with a terrible CRACK, his hammer impacted the skull of the child.
"Sleep, and may you dream of happier things."
He felt the bullets inside his form, hot and blistering, digging further into his flesh as he moved, but he could not let them stop his advance towards the demon.
Even faster now he swung his hammer, dodging and weaving against the spells of the nethradin, allowing his flames to take the brunt of the spells as his mana burned them to cinders.
"In the name of Enarr, I shall strike you down!"
Truth be told it was largely a team effort, but in his mind Ikonocles and the demon were the only ones present, now that the angsty child had been dealt with.
Over and over his blows impacted the shadowy form, uncaring of whatever spells sought to bring him down.
He would not yield.
Finally the demon was taken down by the gathered warriors, and Ikonocles strode up to the collapsed form. With a final swing he thundered down his hammer, causing the floor in whatever dimension they were in to crack.
The demon was already dead, but it felt good to do so nonetheless.
He heaved his great hammer onto his back once more, and then wandered over to the girl who's skull he had nearly shattered. Dimming his flames as to not cause further injury, he knelt and offered a hand.
"I truly am sorry child, but it is over now. Are you injured?"
He knew the answer already.
(Ikonocles)
[15:44] He turns to face his own Marine, and gives a nod. He seems to be calming down a bit from his earlier outburst.
"All of ours are fine. Good work, Anders."
(Grey Aundeoth)
[15:44] The fight was fierce, and it reminded Alexander of the battlefield. It had been a while since he felt the fire of artillery so fiercely upon him, and as the world seemed to heat up and then cool down, everything was a mess.
He simply focused on his frenzy of hitting the creature with everything he had, and that he did very well. The Yokai was like a fleshy sponge for his mana to push itself in and then rip itself out with the absorption magic; every single one of the monster's mana circuits was fractured.
The netharin was also susceptible to Alexander's cuts; the lightsaber tore through flesh as if it were butter. Everything was going in the swordsman's favour.
The creature was very heathy. That much is true, but violent attacks against its flesh viciously tore pieces of their limbs apart. The mana-rich lightsaber simply touched the flesh, and it was torn out.
It was a great day, and Alexander was having a very happy day, if he could say so himself. Just tearing apart the creature that had decided to torture him with his overthinking and everything that he feared, he had a smile on his face while looking down at it.
92/100.
(Alexander Durant)
[15:45] Anders Brightwood nods.
(Anders Brightwood)
[15:45] Nethradin. A word, the girl had not even heard prior to the current episode. It did not need a definition, nor explanation. The actions and abilities of the being are more than enough to grasp some form of understanding. A revelation of fact. She could not possibly seek to harm such a thing.
Others amongst the gathered seek to strike it down. The girl covers eyes with a tinted lens. Her focus is elsewhere. The horde of demonic entity that fight in service of this 'nethradin'.
Ro channels magic in the form of light. A blinding flash that addles the sights of any looking towards her as prey. And in that, she vanishes. Where they turn their attention elsewhere, she seeks to strike. The end of her blade meets only backs and necks. Whenever aggression is directed her way, she retreats into light once more.
Something stirs within her. A racing heart. A boiling blood. There's an odd sense of familiarity in the presence of the yokai. Nothing that her body nor mind can remember. Something beyond that. A natural calling. In her very DNA. Ro is to yokai as light is darkness.
She shines. They fade.
(Ro Hikari)
[15:45] Ikonocles says, "If I had to rate my performance, I'd give myself a seventy-eight out of one-hundred."
[15:45] Alexander Durant says, "Pretty good score."
[15:45] Rhazin charged at the giant Nethradin alongside the rest of the crowd, his heart pounding with determination. Summoning his connection to the water, he conjured giant tidal waves that crashed against the towering figure with immense force. He rode the waves with the grace and agility of his Sirenia heritage, his blade glinting as he slashed through the Nethradin's dark flesh, causing deep, grievous wounds.
With each wave, Rhazin focused on the power of Iltheris, drawing strength from the water spirit's presence. The oceanic force he commanded was a testament to his connection and reverence, each cresting wave a manifestation of his prayer's answer.
He didn't hold back, unleashing the full might of his abilities. The waves grew larger, more powerful, as he poured all his strength into them. The crowd around him followed suit, each person contributing their own attacks, their combined efforts creating a symphony of resistance against the malevolent entity.
The Nethradin weakened and wth one final, powerful surge, Rhazin summoned a massive tidal wave that rose high above the battlefield. He rode its peak, his blade poised for a decisive strike. As the wave crashed down, he slashed through the Nethradin's chest, aiming for its core.
The impact was cataclysmic. The Nethradin's form shattered under the combined force of the water, Rhazin's strike and the entire crowd attacks. The oppressive atmosphere lifted, replaced by a sense of victory and relief.
The threat was gone and Rhazin knew that their unity and determination had prevailed. He looked up, silently thanking the spirit for the strength and guidance before he turned to face the people he had fought alongside, feeling a profound sense of accomplishment.
"We did it!"
(Rhazin Seablade)
[15:45] While the rest of her Xuefeng comrades were most vocal about what they loved, Petunia decided to remain quiet. Even though she could definitely come up with at least some form of cheesy line like her love for family or the like and it would have been true, such words were something that took more courage than she simply had.
Regardless, the constant assaults of the nethradin are met with salves of bullets throughout the clashes of mana from magi that overstepped boundary, chipping down at defenses regularly and without a moment of pause.
There's no surprise when Mari takes up her gun and starts shooting at bystanders, and she would honestly be much more amused by this fact if not for having succumbed to fear of losing own life and surrendering control, fighting with instinct rather than logic.
Wiping sweat off of forehead with her sleeve, she joins the rest of her allies, to aid in any possible procedure.
(Petunia Dominic)
[15:46] As per Yang's instructions, Tsumi chants the good things in her life- this is done still amidst madness. A compliment and resurface of good memory is done, only to be followed by the desire to gut the Nethradin. She tells herself it's for the good of Xuefeng, but Tsumi knows the truth as bloodthirst empowers her to fling warm blood against the entity, droplets becoming kunai as they fly.
Even more, she is taken by intense shame while remembering the trance from but a few moments prior. Did any notice the Shinjitsu princess as she drooled in violence-induced stupor? Would someone pose inquiry? Amidst the fighting, she noticed two familiar faces fighting by the Nethradin's side. The twin serpents.
"Oh, you..." Tsumi's uncertain words were laced with venom. Did the duo fool her? No matter, there is no time to confront them one on one as Xuefeng joins efforts to down the demon. Taking care to avoid any lethal spells, the young princess is enshrouded by a ribcage-like shield made from faux bone, attacking only when she deems safe enough. Projectiles made from poisoned blood dodge the jail of her protection, homing at the enemy.
And when finally it was over- she felt nothing.
Perhaps because it had been done with a large group, or because her bloodthirst had all but disappeared. Tsumi's heart is left empty and questioning.
"Huh." She moves quickly to where the demon should be in search for loot. It's the natural thing to do, replacing sadness with material goods.
(Tsumi S. Irontail)
[15:46] Marfons immediately rushes at the nethradin, cards alight with fire and blazing infernos summoned to it. Fury and flame pound forward, his own burning brighter than all around.
Together, with everyone present he batters against it with his magic, weakening the Nethradin to great extent, utterly destroying it until it is almost nothing left.
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In the end, it was him who stood over it. Eyes of contempt now lay upon it.
"You offer deception and woe, cause me worry akin to a witch."
"You deceive my friends and family present, those who I love and care for."
"For this, I offer you a fiery death."
And with that, cards surround the defeated Nethradin. A burst of flames comes from them, taking the rest of what is left, slowly burning it all away.
Death was wrought here. An end.
(Marfons Emeraldi)
[15:46] when the fight began Korynfirst had to dodge the plethora of spells coming his way ddging and weaving between spell after spell cosmic beams trails of fire waves of water and more . but he held strong and got through throwing in attacks desperately as he could .
The others seemed to not be having a hard time .so he just followed suite and kept fighting until it finally came to an end she was slain he didn't dar approach as they delt the finishing blow he sat in the back in a ditch created by one of his spells .
catching his breath he sat still waiting to recover .
"damn that was rough"
(Koryn)
[15:47] What absolute, messy, chaotic, FUN!
Ah, the serpent could barely even move amidst the reign of attacks. Yes, they would take her, rip her apart, destroy her if she let herself become captured utterly defensive in the chaotic throes. But- we won't be -that- foolish, will we? Well, that is only marginally more foolish then the serpent's ongoing antics.
Upon the winds to she sprint, even if a number of attacks nick, clip, and beat across shoulders and limbs. She laughs, and summons forth wild winds amidst this violent dance.
"FIFIF!
FIFIFUH!"
"I can feel the malissseee in the air, sssissster."
It was a dance with her sister, and the unknown yet oh so magnificent Mari. Indeed, one has been elevated magnificently in these eyes amidst the chaotic fray.
But so it was, this sort of battle was utterly against the odds, that with others she found herself knelt, beaten and battered after hurling her all into maleficent winds.
"It wouldn't. It couldn't, sssis. Fifif, so much fun."
The serpent enjoyed the chilled floor of this illusionary realm, shoulder to shoulder with her twin.
(GnÆv-Yilan)
[15:47] There's a practiced ease to the Drakanite's each and every step. A level of confidence such as this was not gained overnight ; this was the fixation upon which he'd acted with his each and every moment since. No moment of peace was without thought or consideration. No moment of strife was without the driving force of certainty that he might see this through. He need not speak his love, for just as intended -
His actions convey it.
Notes ripple outward. A song trails in his wake, blurring the line between reality and illusion - a tangible manifestation of sound, radiating the truth intrinsic to his very existence. And in that wake, too, are those things which joined him ; flickers, infinitesimal, of something unseen. A spark of red. An orb of blue. A flash of white. Spectral, indecipherable existences which were so often overlooked.
He laughs, all the while.
His weapon releases a whistling tune as it carves through the open air. He lifts it and blows through it, sending a cascade of concussive force across the field. His form blurs in and out of the measure of spirituality just beyond, melding with those same lights to carry on the battle harder than any strike of his staff ever could.
Thoughts linger in the back of his mind - but he embraces them. Equality, in all things - in all feelings. He was the sum of his parts, after all - both good, and bad - and he would fear no doubt, even as it hinders him.
T'was a dance that could not stop - not until exhaustion took him, and all things settled on a brighter day.
(Katsuhito)
[15:47] It was quite a pain having to rundown a giant woman-demon-thing with a dagger, especially when there was so much in the way AND there was two people who may in fact be one person trying to eat his fish? Oh yeah, there was a new target spotted.
Moments were spared to run at the two as bone broke up from the ground, devouring ichor lashed out from his form to take more from the Yilan twins! Only once he was satisfied getting his point across whether they fell or not, that they would not get his fish, would he turn back to the giant woman. Oh right- that was the bigger threat here wasn't it?
"Cannot stay here... must go- demon! Will- help you go back where you belong! Eeeh- Iis for protecting people, yes!"
Were they still doing that whole positive emotions thing? Was that last bit necessary? Oh well, he'd dash forth ravenously to cut at Negai o Kanaeru! Each slash adding to the multitude of injuries, hewas simply doing his part. Even if it meant-
CRACK-
... Even if it meant he suffered for it, sent flying by- well he couldn't even tell what it was. Only that it hurt, lots. Alas it was nothing that didn't vanish quickly, he had a knack for healing quickly between reforming of his bones and blood and his own body just pulling itself back together naturally.
(Sárka)
[15:47] Kará-Yilan says, "Ffifi-- ow."
[15:47] Violence. There was so much of it in this moment. Retsuki saw so many combatants gathered in one spot, it was crazy. Why did he think he had to push so hard? He actually took each step, each attack less seriously. The more experienced individuals had this covered.
Still. He'd make star rain fall down in a bid to help to some degree. At least cornering the nethardin.
"Gu-"
Searing heat, a torrent of flames crashed against the youth making him reel into the ground with a thud!
A creature this powerful has never been witnessed before! It's bid to destroy the Shengese folk was enough to make a many fight for what was obviously wrong!
Retsuki quickly patted himself down, looking at his shirt where the scorch marks had been left.
But he was relatively...fine?
"Hoh. O-Okay. Expected something far worse than some dizziness."
He merely stayed on the ground! A bit tired from this all.
(Retsuki)
[15:47] Beset upon her by the moderate anger of being deceived into believing and nearly aiding an evil masquerading in her mind as one of the divine dragons, her...
Magic doesn't do too terribly much but join the endless volley of the others along the outskirts who aren't quite so prepared to survive the chaos and inner turmoil of the center affair.
An illusion though this all may be, the earth is rent and twisted around and into, against this wicked spirit.
However small, she played a part in that end, falling away as that feverish climax approaches, probably to check on her fellow fortune-goers wellbeings'.
… As if she wasn't probably the most vulnerable to being hurt of the whole bunch …
(Vivi)
[15:47] Chaos ensues across the entirety of the demonic terrain. The experience he involved himself in mirrored an apocalyptic setting. Lightning pierces the void! Fire and magma litter the ground! The elements of nature integrate into one hellish scene for the sake of combating darkness and enemies alike!
He engages with courage and charisma! He slashed at his foes, summoned volcanic destruction! Explosions rippled from his mana reserves. It is all in an effort to subdue the entity that brought them there, however he faces strive as an inexperienced warrior.
Countless times is he cut, bruised, burned, knocked around! The might of all those that oppose him became too overwhelming and he suffers because of it. His wounds accumulate over the duration of the fight as he becomes bloodied and battered until he could fight no longer!
His efforts would leave him to deliver some decisive blows and stun his enemies, even if for a short while. By the end of the fight he would unfortunately find himself severely wounded with chunks of his armor ripped apart by the intensity of all that befell him.
The swordsman finds victory in the fact that he lives to see another day!
(Reek)
[15:48] {NARRATION} Narrating soon!
[15:48] Reality is experienced in short bursts.
Flashes of clarity intermixed in long periods of senseless carnage.
Precious few don't take notice.
A fist collides with her skull.
She gets up.
Something slams her into the earth.
She gets up.
She is burnt by a tide of ether.
She screams.
She isn't heard.
She runs out of bullets.
She uses a bayonet instead.
She lunges at something.
A hammer collides with her skull.
She keeps going for a minute.
She slumps against a wall.
She
"Nh.. nguh.." The child opens her eyes, and her vision twists uncontrollably. The rifle hangs loose from the strap around her shoulder, and a hand raises toward the light in front of her. It extinguishes, revealing a horned helmet.
A shocked yelp escapes her, and she squints her eyes shut. Tears flow; the girl is in no good shape to be responding to inquiry. Blood leaks from under her hairline, indicative of the injury she may have endured at surface level..
… though what had truly happened would have to be examined more thoroughly, later.
(Mari Dominic)
[15:50] PM from (OOC)Mèng Taiyang: Slice the leg :) that is all
[15:50] PM from (OOC)Katsuhito: i'm fucking dancing be hindered by my impeccable vibes u fool
[15:50] PM from (OOC)Orianne Aubreen: yeah I throw a bunch of swords at u bud
[15:50] Watches and smiles as the King executes the Nethradin after everyone's attacks have ended. He wished that his daughter could see this, but keeps it to himself. It wouldn't be wise to have such a young soul be exposed to further violence, after all, they deserve to live a full life, something that a few of his acquaintances and friends didn't receive.
Looking around, he is pleased to see that their combined force didn't take much casualties, just a few minor injuries from what he could reckon. Fortuitous, as he would not be able to assist Captain Grey and the other healers around whilst carrying Meri on his back.
(Anders Brightwood)
[15:50] PM from (OOC)Ikonocles: Finally the demon was taken down by the gathered warriors, and Ikonocles strode up to the collapsed form. With a final swing he thundered down his hammer, causing the floor in whatever dimension they were in to crack.
[15:51] PM from (OOC)Marfons Emeraldi: I incinerated you with flames shot out from tarot cards :) (100 roll)
[15:52] PM from (OOC)Ro Hikari: Plays assassin against the yokai. Flashing light magic to drop aggro then back stabs. repeat. Kills many? maybe? 79/100 roll
[15:52] PM from (OOC)Reek: My finishing move is a cinderflare to your jugular fr. Like falcon punch
[15:52] PM from (OOC)Yin: holds u down with greater wind spirit
[15:52] PM from (OOC)Poser: Poser through immense pain, manages to overload his circuits & help with the aid of others. Lock Negai down, the very air itself compressing, a sonic boom echoing throughout the room mixing with the chorus of others & allowing other's blows to come down upon a restrained Nethadrin
[15:53] PM from (OOC)Alexander Durant: Cutting off pieces of flesh with a lightsaber, multiple of them.
[15:53] The ritual(?) which had seemingly bettered their chances at defeating the Nethradin had been recited by Orianne as well, an array of metallic instruments accompanying their step, hailed through the figure before them, alongside their demonic compatriots.
95.
Their magics flourished without much issue, tearing past the flesh and hide of their anointed enemies : victory awaiting those who opposed the Nethradin.
"What do I love, then?"
It was a simple question, one to be paired with a multitude of simple answers.
"I love my Mother, my siblings, Solais, The World, The Stars, the Pantheon, and combat.
Alongside romance, fighting for a genuine cause, and several other things I can't think of at this moment.
And a certain draconic woman."
That is all.
(Orianne Aubreen)
[15:57] Admin Bluebirb: trolls you
[15:58] {NARRATION} A leg finds itself diced, vines snaring her where she stands - a sword suddenly thrusting deep into her chest. As she reels back, attempting to recover, a hammer crushes her back down onto the floor.
Blazing flames burst forward, an army of cards sending a profusely giant fire to consume her. Reek decks her in the jaw.
Winds keep her low.
She begins to burn, a sonic boom punctuating her demise.
"No.. no.. no.."
As her body is turned into damned fractals, her hold on the world fades.
She begins to vanish.
The world dissolves into brightened lights, ascending aloft - blackness fades into the remnants of a bittersweet past. In the reflection of these lights, you can see it: love. The silouhette of a blonde-haired woman walking underneath a sunlit park with her beloved. The silouhette of a blond-haired woman finally being given that diamond ring. It causes rain to fall from the sky, crystalline tears dotting on the ground.
In the middle of this rainfall the spirit of Yin Shuren walks over where the nethradin had finally been laid to rest, paying no mind to the remnant magics. Through a sea of fallen sword sand fires does she walk, plunging her katana into the snow.
"... Well, you all went it and did it. You're the heroes, and the Shuren family won't forget it."
"This is the fault of her family, but I hope you will treat Yin kindly. She was the only loving thing we had. Even I have sinned."
She turns around as the rain patters and luminescent lights fade into the midnight sky.
"I'll be seeing you, Yin. If the day comes that we are reborn once again, I'll play again with you then."
Her very spirit begins to fade, appeased that the taint on her family's line has been felled.
A final whisper is carried by the winds.
"Thank you, everyone.
Keep loving, until your last breath."
The sound of a sword returning to it's scabbard hangs in the air.
[15:59] Yin says, "... Thank you. And.. I'm sorry, Yang."
[15:59] {NARRATION} omg there's rewards guys omg omg
[15:59] {NARRATION} /rnd 1 100
[15:59] Kará-Yilan exclaims, "Your welcomessstoo!"
[16:00] Gareth Tidebreaker says, "98"
[16:00] Poser says, "34."
[16:01] Yang Shuren says, "... I love you, Yin. The fate of the Shuren family lies on your shoulders now."
[16:01] Yang Shuren fades.
(Yang Shuren)
[16:01] Gareth Tidebreaker shelters his sword back.
(Gareth Tidebreaker)
[16:02] {NARRATION} Review thread: https://chronicles-of-eternia.com/forum/thread-18666.html
[16:04] {NARRATION} Rewards (might be wrong, do correct me if so):
Gareth: 98
Miyumi: 97
Ikonocles: 91
Orianne: 91
Grey: 88
[16:05] {NARRATION} Rewards (might be wrong, do correct me if so):
Gareth: 98
Miyumi: 97
Meng Taiyang: 92
GnÆv-Yilan: 91
Ikonocles: 91
Orianne: 91
wait those are three 91s?!
all 91 holders roll again, lowest dies
[16:06] {NARRATION} ikonocles i wll not forget your sacrifice
[16:07] {NARRATION} Rewards (might be wrong, do correct me if so):
Gareth: 98
Miyumi: 97
Meng Taiyang: 92
GnÆv-Yilan: 91
Orianne: 91
I don't have the rewards, but I will give them out later when I recieve them from my five christmas elves.
[16:07] {NARRATION} Make a ticket called Dandeli Award for now!
[16:09] Christophore Garijn says, "Help me step-bro I'm stuck"
[16:09] Bonbon says, "I will smack you"
[16:09] Kará-Yilan says, ". . . Yes, I think we run."
[16:09] Grey Aundeoth says, "Well, with the situation averted"
[16:09] Grey Aundeoth says, "I'll be headed home"
[16:09] Aihan drifts off.
(Aihan)
[16:09] Vivi says, "... W-woohoo."
[16:09] Anders Brightwood says, "Today has been quite the long day."
[16:09] Grey Aundeoth says, "Actually, I'll just wait here a bit,."
[16:09] Marfons Emeraldi says, "Yeah, it has..."
[16:09] Grey Aundeoth says, "Rest for the road"
[16:09] PM from (OOC)Bonbon: I wasn't following Chris apparently
[16:10] Meri Emeraldi says, "..A little late for that, Bristol."
[16:10] Yin says, "...I have a headache."
[16:10] Ikonocles feels as though something had been ripped from his hands, but he couldn't quite place the feeling.
(Ikonocles)
[16:10] Alexander Durant says, "Yes."
[16:10] Retsuki thinks, "Sure are a lot of powerful people in the world. Each with their own hopes and dreams..."
[16:10] Ikonocles asks, "All is well that ends well is it not?"
[16:10] Retsuki thinks, "Makes you think."
[16:10] Christophore Garijn says, "You don't want a trapped Nephradin anyways."
[16:10] Ikonocles says, "I do hope that we can continue to aid eachother in the future."
[16:10] Bonbon says, "That was something for sure..."
[16:10] Yin says, "...Thank you for your assistance. I am sorry I did not see that coming."
[16:10] Poser asks, "How do I get my injury?"
[16:10] Bonbon says, "Not what I expected at all"
[16:10] Poser omit
(Poser)
[16:10] Vivi asks, "Is it too late?"
[16:10] Bristol says, "Never too late."
[16:10] Katsuhito says, "Uogh."
[16:10] Bonbon says, "No need to apologise ma'am, I'm glad we could help you personally"
[16:10] Bristol says, "How do we even explain that anyways? No one would believe us, it'll be fiiiiine."
[16:10] With the adrenaline now fading away, and the crowd dispersing once more, he focuses his attention towards the King, giving him a brisk salute.
"Sir. I... did not expect that we will be engaged in combat like that. We couldn't get away in time, sir."
(Anders Brightwood)
[16:10] Katsuhito says, "I'm gonna' sleep really well ; I feel like a weight is gone."
[16:10] Bristol says, "Oh."
[16:11] Bristol didn't realize the KING was standing right there.
(Bristol)
[16:11] Christophore Garijn says, "Hm. And Now I feel like I need to hold a crash course on how to deal with spirits sometime, with how some people acted there..."
[16:11] Marfons Emeraldi says, "Combat? I burnt that thing to a crisp."
[16:11] Bonbon says, "Well for right now let's get goin'"
[16:12] Meri Emeraldi asks, "..Are we headed back to Fortune?"
[16:12] Marfons Emeraldi says, "Grey, I think your ball's done."
[16:12] Mifune S. Irontail blinks.
(Mifune S. Irontail)
[16:12] Bristol says, "I want to do some theraputic fishing."
[16:12] Grey Aundeoth says, "Ah"
[16:12] Marfons Emeraldi says, "Yes, we should."
[16:12] Grey Aundeoth says, "Well, lets head home"
[16:12] Mifune S. Irontail ponders, "Who are these people?"
[16:12] Christophore Garijn says, "Suppose so. I should write that letter I am meant to answer."
[16:12] Ikonocles wanders off, a deep sense of emptyness filling his bag.
(Ikonocles)
[16:12] "What I am suffering from is, thankfully, only emotional and psychological. I will need some time to parse... .. everything. But, thank you."
Indeed; memories, flooded in. Emotions that were long since locked away made their resurgence.
It is clear to see the confusion in her face.
"...I believe I will be better for it, when I can adjust."
(Yin)
[16:13] Bonbon says, "Yeah I'm gonna head back home myself, make sure Urano gets back safely Chris"
[16:16] Admin Dandeli: ok dying people im gonna come round and injure u now
[16:16] Admin Dandeli: wait
[16:18] ** Negai o Kanaeru has inflicted an injury upon Reek. ("Haunting Laughter", "The laughter of a yokai follows you. When you entertain the laughter of the yokai you can hear the echoes of your greatest fears. If you plug your ears and close your eyes you can see the vision of your greatest fears. They chase, and chase, and chase ... you best find a doctor, or a spiritmancer!", "Temporary", "Duration: Long (12 days)") **
[16:19] ** Negai o Kanaeru has inflicted an injury upon Christophore Garijn. ("Evil Melody", "A singing yokai has sang you a horrible tune, and it clings to you like an earworm! It sings to you all your past regrets, all the times you wish you did different, and spins those tales over and over. It's a horrible, horrible thing ... you should find a priest, or an exorcist!", "Temporary", "Duration: Short (1 day)") **
[16:20] Katsuhito says, "Cleald."
[16:20] Katsuhito says, "Thank you for your shield."
[16:20] Cleald says, "That was... An ordeal, you were right to feel an ominous wind."
[16:20] Katsuhito says, "We would be worse off, if not for your aid."
[16:21] Retsuki says, "You all fought really well."
[16:21] With the besting of the entity, the illusory realm falls apart. The world returns to the familiar. The crowd seems unaffected by the venture; unchanged. Like a fantasy, all that transpired seems to fade from the collective conscious. A thing, she apparently, is not a part of. The dream, or nightmare, may be over, but it far from one she can forget.
"Wishgranter..." She mutters beneath a breath. The word spoken by atleast one in the early stages. Is that what the symbols meant?
The girl taps her lips with two fingers. There's a rhythm to it. One-two. One-two. One-two. Her steps follow suit, away from the crowd. More distance.
"Was that my wish?"
Thoughts and memories she long thought lost begin to surface. An unfamiliar feeling. A desire to look back at what once was. To find moments of a time long passed.
She walks away. With purpose.
(Ro Hikari)
[16:21] Cleald says, "My shield is always there, to help purge those demons."
[16:22] ** Negai o Kanaeru has inflicted an injury upon Poser. ("A devious friend?!", "A little egg-shaped yokai sits on your shoulder, just out of sight of the common man. The manevolent spirit tells you off when you're nice, and screams at you when you're evil ... it doesn't like ANYTHING you do. When it screams and cries it brings up your biggest doubts, your biggest points of weakness, and sometimes you can hear the distant discourse of a lover's row, ended by the searing slash of a sword.", "Temporary", "Duration: Long (12 days)") **
[16:22] ** Negai o Kanaeru has inflicted an injury upon Mari Dominic. ("The friendly tortoise?", "There's a turtle-shaped yokai sitting on your head, a malevolent spirit that only you are privy to. It gives you a horrible, crushing migraine, blots of black overtaking your vision. In that sea of arbitrary black you can see visions of your childhood, your past, your greatest fears and greatest lamentations.
You feel more prone to the evil emotions that lie within your heart.", "Temporary", "Duration: Long (12 days)") **
[16:23] Cleald looks around.
(Cleald)
[16:23] Cleald says, "...They really all scattered immediately once things calmed down."
[16:24] Poser looks exhausted, energy low, they slump against the nearby statue, blood dribbling from a lip likely split during the fighting.
(Poser)
[16:24] "I..."
Her eyebrows furrow. There is a smile, but it's cracked with the weight of grief and loss.
Eyes redden with tears, and despite the emotional turmoil, her voice remains clear.
"I believe she had long been dead. The only reason her spirit stayed with me was to... save me, from the mistakes of our family, and my father."
There is, however, a sense of determination that does not waver. Katsuhito has a blade of his stolen, deftly lifted and controlled via wind, and she takes the hilt of it--
and cuts a good portion of her hair off.
It falls to the ground, and the dagger levitates back.
"To which, I will eventually head to Izhura as I originally intended. But this time? It will end everything, and I will become a fullfledged animist in order to undo all that he had wrought."
(Yin)
[16:24] Just as things were settling down, as all the weird was gone! Something odd yet familiar fell upon the fleshling's head? And then forwards where Sárka would catch- a doll?
"Caae-lizia..?"
Sárka held the doll out before himself studying it, watching it for... anything. Those button eyes stared back, but that was all he would find for now. Then it was pulled into a hug, resting within his arms as he looked back towards the crowd. He wasn't too sure what to make of it but for now?
"Glad- iis back."
(Sárka)
[16:24] ** Negai o Kanaeru has inflicted an injury upon GnÆv-Yilan. ("The snow bunny?", "There is a snow bunny that sticks to your arm, and you can't quite dislodge it. It seems one of the yokai decided to make one and append it to your flesh with occult-glue. It rears it's head upward and screams sometimes, and when it screams it says horrible, terrible things that in turn makes you remember horrible, terrible things.
Hopefully you don't have too much trauma surrounding your past!", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (4 days)") **
[16:24] Katsuhito says, "It's in the nature of those who chase."
[16:28] "I see." Yin's truth is revealed. Miyumi listens. "Well, I'm glad I had the chance to talk to her when I did." The Regent's tome is offered forth, she grasps upon it and again looks to the red jewels upon its spine. "And we'll remember her, for what she gave us."
Whether it ended sour or not, it was to be seen in time to come.
"Grieve, rest, recover. I'll be here to talk or provide anything you need."
(Miyumi S. Irontail)
[16:28] The veil drops and the ground illuminates with white snow and the rays of sunshine to enhance the brightness of day. The cold corrals him as he limps away from the battlefield to take a seat. There is peace in mind, but it only lasts a moment.
He frantically looks to his right and left. Echoes of laughter surround him indefinitely, as if being right in his ear. His head snaps back and forth in several directions trying to pin-point, but to no avail.
"W-Who is laughing? Where is it coming from?!", covering his ears and shutting his eyes.
He becomes disgruntled, paranoia settling in as the Yokai still haunt him, rocking slightly back and forth. Even in the confines of his own mind, flashes of terror and disfigured monstrosities take his conscious captive.
There is no running from this infliction as he is forced to cope with the consequences of a demonic encounter.
(Reek)
[16:28] Yin says, "Thank you. I am... sorry. If only I remembered it all properly sooner. But beating myself up over a decision I had no choice in... does nothing."
[16:28] Yin says, "All I can do going forward now is to be better."
[16:28] "Don't worry Yin, I know you'll be a great Priestess or Shrine Maiden? I forget what they call it on the isle! We'll be here next to you every step of the way. Xuefeng will not let anything take you from us especially not some corrupted essence like that Nethradin!"
She said puffing up her chest rather proud of their collective victory today. But also mostly just relieved to be out of that illusory hellscape they were trapped in.
"I'm a little worried though, the Spirits influence seemed to corrupt some of the Magi in there with us Mari and those twin girls I'd never seen. I worry they might anchor the Nethradin to this world if we do nothing about it's influence."
(Yi Su)
[16:29] Yin says, "Yes, there is... One a bit above us who seems to still be affected. Tomorrow, I believe I will be heading out, looking for those affected."
[16:29] Yin says, "Seeing what can be done."
[16:30] Katsuhito's eyes flutter shut, and do not open until the blade is returned. Why did he have so many of those anyways? They're drawn upon in the midst of the bout, each and every one outlined by a different talisman whether they wrap around or hang from the hilt.
The usage of one more does not bother him.
"She was always kinder than she claimed to be." he offers, finally, with the opening of his eyes. A strange statement - made stranger, still, by the fact that he'd arrived only just recently. Questions might spring - and later, yet, might they find answers.
An itch at the back of the mind. An intention, unknown.
When they open, they're focused on Yin. His expression had been steeled. The jubilation he knew in the Nethradin's defeat had faded in its entirety, leaving uncertainty - nothingness, in a void where once vengeance rooted. He, too, had much to think on -
"..I'm going to go rest in my apartment. As I said earlier, though - we should speak as soon as you're ready. I'll help you clean up the rest of this ; I owe you at least that."
(Katsuhito)
[16:32] Yin says, "...I do not know where that came from, Lord Sarka, but make sure you take the utmost care of it."
[16:33] Two little yokais, entrapped in a wind prison, find themselves standing in front of Miyumi and Yi Su.
...
Yin says nothing.
She just continues to move back to her home.
(Yin)
[16:33] Sárka says, "... Do not know... but- will take care of... Caae- until... can move again! Maaybe..."
[16:33] Poser says, "....Everything aches still."
[16:33] Yi Su says, "Floor pizza"
[16:41] From the pale of perception, the reflection itself made into a doorway rather than the substance beneath. Unstirred in the slightest are those waters beneath, yet all the same something does erupt. A task force adorned in colors verdant and vivacious, rich and regal, heralded by a wind and light wrought from utter anathema to the still, timeless airs of the fortress - that of the spiral, that of the Lumin King sporting all the seasons upon his aura to the distant corner which so dared to elude their motions, alongside his Royal Guard. Aurorean, aetheric, bleak stones are contrasted with his light cast throughout the great chamber, as the pressure of their intrusion breaches all at once, all so quickly.
All to greet the immediate welcoming party.
"Hark! To the spiral's reach, perceived and thus conceived.
From the season of Autumn, whose domain cuts truth from falsehood.
Falsehood, fromtruth.
The faults in perception which make the unfounded found.
Which makes you found, Xarxes.
For which we may take account, piece by piece, for what has gone misplaced."
Something was required. Xarxes knew what however much he might insist it be no more. True or false, the resplendent luminescence emerging from the other side of reflection itself should speak of a will to do as spoken: To cut truth from falsehood, or falsehood from truth. To know the fate of a particular curio like no other... or know a different toll upon the ever-reviled Lord of Time.
The air billows forward, the first notes go plucked from a storied harp - and with it comes the due command:
"Strike fast and fly true, against this timeless mire.
Show them the truth of Eternity, that sole unyielding spiral.
What-Could-Be domineered by What Is, and the future beholden solely by the present moment forging it. Step by step. Instant by instant evermoving.
Crush them, with the weight of the wheel.
Return their charge to the spiral's tides."
(Camino de Caewynn)
[16:44] {Item} You picked up Yokai Tooth..
[16:45] {Item} You picked up Yokai Mirror..
[16:45] {Item} You picked up Yokai Eyeball..
[16:46] {Item} You drop Yokai Tooth.
[16:47] {Item} You drop Yokai Eyeball.
[16:47] Milos Prithvi nod-nods.
(Milos Prithvi)
[16:48] {Item} You drop Yokai Mirror.
[16:51] Through the mirror, and their nerves kissed by portal's embrace. Weightless, every jitter nourished, every fear quelled. They breathe it out, reflections felt. Like every instance of life, every varied minute watched the Delphinan hunters within the mirror. A child, an elder, a far away fate and those yet to happen.
And fifty-eight autumns ago.
Fifty-eight cycles ago.
Fifty-eight turned passed.
Each smiling and looking forward after looking back and seeing the distance. Hands tight upon their scepter, feeling the ease of every iteration of self since passed. Perception one different depending on its angle, this one elevated, spat from mirror's grace.
Wings spread, distance notably behind the hunters that heed their King's call.
"Mother!"
The Heir Luminary's voice loud and gentle, like falling rain onto a quiet lake, heard nonetheless. They adjust their scepter, swinging it to their side. Curious colors emerge, trapped in a bubble of holy ether- no, trapped in a barrier unlike any other. First white, winter's perdergine, then blue, spring's azilaena, then yellow, summer's saniskitri, and finally, orange, the current season's autumn.
Each jut and spiral, dancing over every soldier, every ally, every sould sworn to he and they and Her.
"I call upon Your eyes, I call upon Your embrace. I call upon Your turn and every season's facet. Heed my pleas, my voice loud for You, my spirit on the line for You. That You, through I, lay embrace like no other on those hunters of all wicked."
The flowers of four burst in their veil, ushering a nigh blinding holy light into the otherwise undead, unholy place, as if intended to stun.
"Hear us! Witness us!"
(Sunsets over Moonlight)
[16:51] "Gods, it smells rank in here. Like stale rot." He rolls his shoulders, his cheery demeanor gaining a sort of passive venom to it. He knew what Camino sought, and perhaps he did not fully agree with the course of action, but they were striking at a heart that had been left beating - perhaps not so willfully.
The world had lived in fear, Kakku knew this, of Xarxes. He, too, had once attracted the ire of the lich before them. Still, as he appears within Mysterium, Kakku was...
Afraid, anxious, anticipating, excited, poised, angry.
Hateful?
Not just yet. His blood boiled and felt acrid, like it might melt through his veins as starfire flared up in the channels upon his partially-scaled form. Less a goblin, more of a new conception. A child of stars ever so directly, as his horns crackled and snapped with energy. There was a part of him that wished it all to end, that this were not some part of a grand ambition, but the erasure of this menace.
Kakku, he who is assumedly sinless, stands in this dark corner of the world. As he stands, roiling with a number of emotions, it's as if he holds back something so terrible. His jaw clenches. Small, and yet there was something so egregious about the aura around him, as if there were a hulking monster hidden amongst the smallness that stood before them.
Casting his staff beside himself, he points it towards the accumulating undead and army of monstrosities. He has little to say to the accumulation, perhaps more to the individual he may face.
"I have come to save you all from yourselves." He said with a murmur, his hair draped partially over his face. For all that knew him, this was strange behavior. It was fear, worry, sadness, anger, all devouring itself in a wrapping of disgust. The negative meridian, the idea of the field of 'negative emotions' that which powered occult magics, it now remained prevalent in Kakku's mind and body, yet it did not hold any sway upon he.
"Do not resist."
(Kakku Alinteau)
[16:51] Emerging from a spar with one of the undead to sharpen her senses, the scarred demon turns to see what she came here for:
War.
A horde of fighters emerge, mostly faeborn. A dim recollection of being told to target them specifically... there is no Aricles. How disappointing. The halls of this citadel are vast and interesting, though Xarxes's speech is largely ignored by her. The Lord of Mysterium was deserving of respect as a warrior, but she cares little for his greater goals or ambitions.
He called her to fight, and fight she will, for it is what she loves.
Though, gazing upon the forces before her, she wonders if anyone is actually suitable for her to even face. They all appear to be dramatically skilled, great warriors, while she is...
Less, it seems.
None of that matters.
Travesty of a battle or not, blood must be shed. It is the only way for her to be finally free of this shell. The only release from this disgusting chrysalis. Blood, theirs, or hers, is her salvation.
This place... is already sacred. A divine killing field, fit for war. The dead clamor around her, the faeborn come, light against dark...
The voices of the void scream in her ears, as she strides towards whomever should be her foe. Undead are pushed aside, the soldiers of Delphina incinerated in violet arcs and crushed beneath iron lances.
"Though a thousand scars may line my form
There is no peace upon this world
There is Only War
Break this mold
Set me free"
(Agrona)
[16:51] Years. It had been many a winter since she had last seen the being. Tremors took ahold of her hands. Never once had she forgotten her time, locked away and awaiting death. Never once had she forgotten her powerlessness.
The tick tocks reverberated in her ears, far more real than in the nightmares she oft awoke to.
It was time to overcome such fears.
"A long t-time ago, you said that my time was up. That all my potential f-futures were dying off, one by one."
Cielia stared up at the necromancer; her eye swimming with dread, fury, and determination.
"Y-you were right. Ever since that day, this, here now, w-was the only future I would walk. One w-where we wipe out a blight, that has stained Meranthe for too long."
She took a deep breath.
She was no longer the girl in chains, alone in a land of enemies.
Cielia Meanderwing was surrounded by friends and allies, all with the common purpose of bringing down light upon this helhole.
She was ready.
(Cielia Meanderwing)
[16:52] Today was the day was it not, running back and forth from place to place- finding friends of old and friends of new to assist them with what was to come. But what was to come? She knew they were in for hel, but she was not able to put her finger on it.. She had watched many raids- many grand spectacles of strength but in her years? She had never been a part of them.. Never even asked!
Though today she did not have the luxury of being asked, as the army step foot in their realm, there was little choice in the matter.
She would fight.
This was her home, her safe haven away from Meranthe. She would be damned if she let the disgusting wretch of the Dal’Thalan army ruin it.
"To be surrounded by hypocrites." Miasma trailed from her corpse.
"Isn’t that all Dal’Thala is? You do not want the betterment of the world you want the betterment of yourself. Here to steal something that has no business being in your hands.
Fuck off- Get out of my home and for the actual good of everything?
Die."
Ophelia drew her scythe, the flesh from her hands dripping form the bones that would wield it. She took a step forward, she would run through as many of them as it took.
How dare they step in to their home, let their bodies rot.
(Ophelia Hel Myst)
[16:52] Following closely behind the Caewynns, he made his approach towards the gran mirror that they possessed in all of its glory, it was strange and unlike anything he had ever laid his eyes upon and yet all the same he knew now was not the time to bare such concerns as this.
With a wary mind he studied much of its make and design to no logical avail, for it was something that predated his life were he even smart enough to understand its nature.
As the mirror shimmered with an almost lively energy giving way for what appeared to shape into that of some kind of door, revealing the dark interior of the landscape before them just beyond it as though you could just reach out and touch it.
A concern arose as Vanitas stepped through its form, seemingly dissolving into its form before his very eyes stirring a mixture of confusion and panic from him that he would yet keep silent and to himself.
This was new for him, being used to primarily Wayfinding asa means for such travel and yet today he discovered the capability of mirror walking, befuddling him to the fullest as he followed the group to fly through its form brazenly.
There was a strange sensation overcoming him as he made the passage deep within its form, one he was familiar with as his body shifted through the darkened shimmer of the mirror toward the other side.
Submerging from this strange method of transportation they found themselves within what seemed to the surface of a body of water as he stepped through towards the other side, and in doing so felt the pull of gravity shift in the process throwing off his equilibrium.
His eyes scanned the room as he flew over towards the rest of the group before turning his attention upon Xarxes and his band spotting both new faces and old that seem to have come to stop them.
He did not speak, nor sully the moment of the raid as the two spoke amongst themselves, threats shared and a warning from Xarxes himself, yet he did not seem the least bit concerned of such.
All the same, his wings expanded out with their vibrant flames consuming much of the darkness with his very own light ready to once more put his own power to a good use, he had to.
Now, only time may tell the victor of this fight, and he may only pray that he may leave here alive in the end.
(Ansel)
[16:52] Chains rattled in the depths of darkness, the very grounds tremble with each step leading him closer in the direction of where conflict should ensue.
Two crimsons harboring malicious intent looks onwards, taking in the fleeting unit of magi opposing the likes of the undead and necromancer. All that were bound to fall victim to the wrath this one harbored.
A faint glow that thrums amidst the chest gives off the pulses of wrath. The very essence that allowed the beast to thrive and triumph over many. One could say they were destined to be beast of all beast.
The spitting image to what many fear to reek havoc across the lands.
Revealing its presence, the beast stood tall. The chains dangled about its form quite evident. Having been many of years they were adorned. Many scars littered over its form, some dealt by the opposing unit.
A roar erupts from the depths of its being, charging forward at full speed!
(Arngo)
[16:53] Arriving at the castle with the forces of Delphina at his side, Linden rode behind Camino, allowing him to confront Xarxes. Gripping Ergo Moira tightly in his hand, waving the blade despite it being larger than himself.
Linden prepared himself for battle, both physically and mentally.
He was going to fight for the people who had nurtured him into the person he had become, for those he held dear.
Whether he lived or died, he was filled with a steadfast determination to see this through to the end.
His eyes scanned the numerous undead scattered throughout the area, but his primary focus was to support Camino. With the call to action being made by both the Lumin King and the Luminary, he would be quick to act.
He stayed close, ready to confront anyone who dared to challenge their path, ensuring Camino had the opportunity to shine.
(Linden Aubreen)
[16:53] The halls of Mysterium the place of home for a drifting figure upon the fields and one whom often preoccupied elsewhere, to be home during such an occasion as invasions cast upon the halls.
Faces, some of which recognizable by the Hooded creature as magical index flared around its being a thickened mist beginning to dispense as the situations unfolded, its mind a racing at the possibilities before it.
For as serious as the situation was, the words that crossed in the fleeting moments before the grandest of dances rang with excitement. A jittery reverberance felt as rallies pulsed.
Those distinct flares as magical index shared in song, it was nearing time and the Undead was eager.
(Walking Dead)
[16:55] What steps through a mirror into this realm of death radiates a warm, unbreakable confidence.
It is life curling about their fingertips, gripping tight upon a singing blade. It expands in this place of great pressure, pulsing with every heartbeat against what energies so thoroughly permeate this corrupt slice of Creation firmly set within the hands of the Master of the Deathstream.
Nylion Alabaster smiles. They carry neither rage nor hatred nor slaughter in their chest, those energies clinging instead to the edge of their blade. Grief hangs upon it, cast so far from their heart that it may well be impossible to taste except in violence.
They embrace the fact that they are but
a trickling drop of water
as a strength and not a weakness.
Close divine energies swirl in their aura, carrying wisps of love and loss. They foretell great sorrows and great celebrations, and Nylion listens onlyto the applause.
When Nylion speaks, their voice carries upon the fabric of this realm; they welcome in a piece of whatever it is, and in exchange they extend themselves into it. One vulnerability trades for another.
"My name is Nylion Alabaster, servants of Xarxes Hel Myst.
In these steps I see no reason to cast further blame upon you.
Let us be equals who yet live for our respective realms."
Though Nemea's blessing hangs upon Nylion's spirit, what radiates through their steps, amplified by those other energies imbued upon their form...
It is something more formless - something blind, impure, and imperfect.
"Perhaps it is odd to say that even should we need kill one another,
that on some level I can believe in some version of you."
It reaches out to those gathered in defense or in slaughter or something worse. It invites them to feed upon it; it invites them to change and be changed by it.
It embraces them as enemies. It embraces them as
equals carried upon the river of souls
possessed of unique values the gods can only covet
born to live and to die and to kill and to save
a thousand thousand things worth witnessing.
(Nylion Alabaster)
[16:55] A mirror stood as the gateway between this world and another.
Its surface shimmered with a peculiar light. As Elion stepped through, the sensation was like passing through a veil of cool water, the world shifting around him.
Instantly, he was hit with the woefully familiar smell of death. The air was thick with the stench of decay, the oppressive aura of the undead pressing down on him from all sides. It was a presence so unholy that it threatened to suffocate Elion where he stood.
Fortunately, he had felt this malice before.
Elion's eyes closed slowly.
"Gaze upon the rising sun.
May Nemea consider this battle won."
A soft, verdant glow enveloped him, the essence of Nemea awakening to his call. The aura shifted and intensified, its color deepening to the rich, golden hues of summer. Elion's eyes snapped open, now glowing with a light that mirrored the brilliance of a midsummer sun.
He drewhis bow, feeling the heat gather around him. The warmth was not oppressive but invigorating, filling him with a boundless energy that coursed through his veins. The air around Elion shimmered with heat, creating a mirage-like effect as waves of warmth radiated from his body.
The hunt was beginning.
And the Captain would march forward.
Each step he took left a trail of golden light, the very ground beneath him blooming with life in his wake.
"Judgement waits for none."
(Elion Lusatra)
[16:56] {NARRATION} The elite strike force of Delphina charges against the undead of Mysterium, chaos erupts as the battle begins!
Objective: Break through the undead lines, take what is sought!
Camino de Caewynn vs Xarxes Hel Myst
Kakku Alinteau vs Ophelia Hel Myst
Alissenia Idaea vs Yami Hel Myst
Walking Dead vs Nylion Alabaster
Kar'anann vs Elion Lusatra
Arngo vs Ansel
Na'Ria vs Rehema Hel Myst + Agrona
Fights will be Cap 2!
[War warper incoming!]
[17:03]
{Character Loaded, IC Year: 2130}
[17:09] An illustrious presence that whisked along the whims of the realm, a prismatic, kaleidoscopic barrier started to reflect upon crystalline surfaces, erecting around the monarch-winged Faeborne. The blue eyed woman slowly cracked forth an arcanium whip, tipped and lined with jagged thorns, of varying gemstones.
"A typical undead.
Quite the cliché scenario to find ourselves in.. but I must pave a path for our Lumin King to take what is rightfully his." A loyal, and steadfast person to the Crown, with a venomous tongue. Arrogance exerted vibrantly from her frame, as emeralds started to sprout from the walls of the castle, rubies oozed from the ceiling, and sapphires started to slither and wrap around her fingers.
With a crack of the whip, the weapon screeched loudly against the air. It's howls piercing throughout the putrid halls.
"I need not ask a dead thing to introduce itself..
You'll soon be erased, the lifestream will correct this error."
Should unimpeded - the bright pink hues would converge around the Idaean's form, harmony grasping at her, empowering her, along with the fae magic that started to trail along her weapon. The calling of Lady Nemea.
The metaphysical bent at the Faeborne's whims, as with a sudden blur, she motioned her whip along, crystals shot forth before the Idaean's body dispersed within a crystal, to begin the mirror walking shenanigans.
(Alissenia Idaea)
[17:10] Admin Dandeli: excited for the alisennia fight
[17:10] Admin Dandeli: not the dinosaur..
[17:22] As always no time was wasted as he made his move, taking off with the same incredible speed he has been akin to and known for, his wings carrying him along the stale air of the halls as he spared no effort in fighting this beast.
Bones battered against him, striking against his body with a great deal of power sinking nearly into the surface their skin drawing a fair amount of blood from him in the process.
Yet to all of those who know him, he was not one to be stopped by the pain forced unto his body as his claws lashed out with a mixture of his very venom and flames thrusting upon its form with little to no remorse.
The intention was clear, and there would be no reserve held for this beast who once threatened him and his family for even a moment, and he would have its head for that if he so had the chance.
Licks of flame coursing throughout its hide with every encounter even as it slammed into the ground he flew oh so menacingly, only using such as an opportunity to counter its power and weight with a tide of venom.
As the fight went on however, it became more and more clear that the blood that was spilled from him only grew in mass until it now flooded the very fields they tread upon.
The time was nigh, as the venomous blood shimmered with its vibrant hue before lunging upwards taking the form of a binding thread before latching down and around its body like a net, slamming it into the ground to be at his mercy.
"As I said, I will give you your respect should this come to pass..."
(Ansel)
[17:38] ["It is a pleasure to share this dance with you, Russell Hel Myst. I pray that neither of us are forgotten in its midst."]
Nylion responds to the bow with words and violence alike. Rather than allow a gentlemanly courtesy, the warrior's honor expresses itself brutally and opportunistically.
The Faeborne's vibrant strikes carve into the curve of Russell's evasive movements. Each of them dissolves easily into the fabric of this realm and the fabric of the world, and though edge and knuckles each write the letters of their song upon the battlefield, perhaps their spirits sing the song more worth hearing.
["The wind leaves as quickly as it comes. It leaves the world ridden with evidence of its passing, scarring every breath and blessing every sail. It curses the mountains which bar it, vengeful and fearful that it might reach its end."]
Nylion's blade slices through cloth and armor and dead tissue, spilling no blood in this place. Russell pierces their defenses at pivotal moments, leaving them staggered as they dissipate and withdraw as though retreating, only to strike from the shadows again.
Nylion's breaths run ragged, but in what few moments of rest the pugilist allows them, they smile -
they smile, with what eye contact they can manage. Pieces of their magic hum against the surface of Russell's essence, gradually building as they connect to who and what they happen to be, inquiring as they flood and pace and-
["We are but drops upon the river of souls,
and yet our every action is eternal, no matter how easily our vessels fall to pieces. You and I will ripple across Creation forevermore, Russell, and I ask again-"]
As Nylion's left hand grips Russell's shoulder, the energy attempts to divine the location of their anchor to the influence of Xarxes Hel Myst, that energy which animates them so terribly and beautifully. Nylion sinks the blessed sword into Russell's body and
misses the mark.
["... tell me what I must remember, from this dance."]
Exhaustion nearly claims them. A delusion that they have any power in this realm, it keeps them on their feet. They shove the body to the ground, eyes already darting to whatever threat next comes.
(Nylion Alabaster)
[17:40] Constrictive magics that express a rigid, and foundational style- It is something where disclipine and inflexibility is present, but such a magic could never tie down a free Faeborne such as Alissenia. For far too long, has she always been locked and restricted. Whether held down by various prejudices and attitudes or accosted at every turn in her life.
The mirrorwalking Faeborne phased through the shiny surfaces of her crystals, her image passing by with slick motions. Her shadows swayed as she maneuvered through each crystal pillar that was erecting from split stone. "I don't believe that at all. We are far from similar." Alissenia muttered, as she appeared through from one of the crystals. A hand guiding a motion anew, her whip collided with the cosmic-doused Hel Myst.
Difficulty as one touch, or one grip upon her small frame would spell the end for her. Akin to a mosquito, she flew around, making a harder time on the Undead, as narrow dodges would keep her alive.
"The Lumin King will never fail.
You speak ill of the great Camino of house Caewynn."
Through intense clashing, with a burst force that propelled the blonde Faeborne forward. Crystals stretched and screeched along the air, collecting together to surround Yami, just as he attempted to strike her.. In that millisecond difference, the jagged spikes pierce him from every angle, allowing Alissenia to flutter back, and push her opponent to the side, to allow her king the time and focus to get towards what they've all came here for in the first place.
Undisturbed.
(Alissenia Idaea)
[17:43] IT was years since the vileness of power granted by faith and conviction struck against it's body. But it'd always remember and know how painful and wretched the sensation was. How much it hated it.
Swathing waves and arrows of holiness were like daggers being driven into it's very spirit. As it condemned the very flesh and body of the feathery kaor, the tyrant bird screeched in rage.
It threw aside semblenance of intellect as it gave into it's deeper instincts. Talons reaching for to tear at the this baneful light, that candle which it obsessed to snuff out and usher in darkness.
Feathers burned, broken into ethery motes that violently whipped up in the air from the thrashing of Kar'anann's violence. Depraved mana clawing at it's circuitry, breaking through it's very flesh to agonize the kaor just so that it could conflict against the amounting holy mana that was building on it's accursed body.
"Wretched-cursed! Hate-laothe! You are done-finished, you are condemned-destined for the agonies... insect-vermin!" It ear-splittingly screamed, as it corralled, sustained exorcising magics sapping away at it's demonic existence every second it lingered.
Though to sustain the excorism was not easy. For in every waking second the demon twisted and writhed, lashing outwards like a beast with it's magics. One had to maintain their concentration if they were to finish it off, so that it wouldn't break free.
But the duties of the royal guard for their comrades called, whether to finish the demon off through his exorcism or to aid them in the battle against the undead.
The latter chosen, and with the weakness in the exorcism dying from it's flesh. A malding glare met the faeborne's as he turned. "Numbered-limited, count them. Oh I will count them, for what lies at the final number-digit ends all for you, for every offense upon this hallowed gorund… will be met with it's due toll-judegement…"
WIth the opportunity afforded, the creature beat its' black wings. Taking off to retreat behind the skeletal lines.
(Kar'anann)
[17:44] Rehema sat back and played from far away, it was an interesting ordeal between the two fighters as all they did were lock down the Archon. A threat to the life of the young undead. It would not have won without the help from the demon, but that is all that it was.
"Interesting abilities, occult and holy." He whistles a bit. "You must have been strong in your day, Kraus worshipper. Is that the god's name? I am pretty young, so inform me." A hand went to the staff while they put it behind themselves. "I wonder what everyone else is doing?" Rehema sat there for a moment while watching Agrona deal with the Archon.
"Demons are interesting creatures." Moving over, Rehema would turn away from the scene and walk away. The demon had to deal the pain, Rehema would allow the monster to go crazy.
(Rehema Hel Myst)
[17:44] Her battle, hard-fought as it is, is... not enough. Still, not enough, with all of the Divinity inherent to her core; still, not enough, with everything she has gone through. A redemption through what can only be described as a rampage throughout Meranthe; a cleansing in flames of Divinity as the Imperfect became the Archon; an awakening to unknowably elusive magics after ascending higher and higher above.
Yet it is not enough.
Scorching sands. Blistering plasma. Binding chains. Blinding lights. As it all suffocates and burns her alive, her flesh regenerates. Light spills from her fingertips in webs of mana; Null mana is used as her shield, and a refractory occult veil reflects what damage she takes, on top of her own stance becoming solidified in holistic glimmers.
Even with all of the power inherited by the Archon-- it is not enough. And though she is but moments from the cusp of freedoms-- Misfortune's laughter cascades against her mind.
By the time those golden-speckled eyes of illuminated, unalloyed gold form-- the Archon is bound by chains of lurching plasma, and she is sent to the ground. A hand reaches for her own throat, but it is all she can do.
Violet blood spills from an opened wound. It burns into deep crimsons-- a mirror of humanity, but only so. She cannot escape that which runs in her veins.
"I...
Ghk--"
Blood of dim purples, coalescing into dim crimsons, spills from her throat and is vomited from her lips as a cough, as she is left to bleed and bleed again. In this ultraviolent dance, Agrona had claimed victory, in honor and in valiant battle-- and though she struggled to survive, though her flesh would not yet yield, regenerating in dim hues-- the jaws that would now sup upon her lifeblood could not be stopped in full.
A psionic whisper glimmers upon the mind as the Archon faces her fate with a smile, pained as it is.
The pain merely did not reach her mind; her annulled voice is somber in its intonations, sonorous as it may be.
"[Then take your spoils, little one;
may you use it better than I ever could.
I am... merely sorry, that I could not have aided in the Lumin King's goal, nor my own.
But, that is not what matters for your sake, is it?
... t'was but an honor.
May your story guide you higher.]"
She did not fight it. She did not contest the war that came for her. She did not dare raise a spare digit in protest in what she saw was a conquest; though outnumbered she may have been, this was the danger so writ and disclaimed before she even made it to the field.
A goal she was willing to die for. She was familiar with Death's touch, indeed.
Even in this mournful place, she cannot help but to smile.
(Na'Ria)
[17:50] The worm as casually listening to the Dryden of science.. yet Catherine as well.. but the sand worm lowers its head towards Cathrines face and speaks to them.
Gaping Maw opening up and closing as it speaks to them, towering over the woman.
"more feral of my kin attack wildly- it gets nothing across yet a quick death- I tend to stray away from fighting unless forced hand-" the worm stops.. it has no hands it has no hands..
"ugh.. regardless I hope you do not meet deaths embrace to soon Heated one- the people of this land cherish you even if you do not see it"
Now only the Dryden the worm feels the vibrations of the ores placed and leans her head to view them.
"Mythril.. Orichalcum.. tell me Strange person do you have bottled light- I see many people have them and my torch is.. so dark in the mists of night- or perhaps a drink to make me Gather ores better to aid in such a desire of yours"
She sways left and right rearing back up out of face to face contact with the others needing potions to aid in her quest.
"I may tire quickly if all im doing is gathering ores.. so it may take longer"
(Vatorea)
[17:51] A notion shared in its entirely for the spells of violence held a certain grace and beauty to it seen in its fulliest as the shadows in the mist collided time and time again, a blessed sword carving into the undying visages of the Creature's harnessed body but its cursed touch smelt of death and each exchange only grew in ferocity and elegance as they moved and positioned around the castle halls in grand show.
Carnage was promised and perhaps more so than the Undead realized as the early tides of conflict pushed great damages upon its elusive forms but the Tenacity of the creature showed in full as the somber strike of chain rung high upon the airs.
Only adding to the ambiance of battle song as Undeath pulsed under the Harmonic lights in counterbalance, to push the Undead's step beyond limitations as it began to find ground. Ground in which to hold its own as the tides of conflict where ever shifting in the duality of conflicts.
Sword verse body, lifestrea vs death, the mists they shared the only true semblance to be found as phantoms danced within the courtyards in epic struggle.
"Khehehk, The way you speak, its indifferent from others that'd seek to 'purge' this 'curse' seen. It's inviting but I'm sure you can tell." A dramatized cough provided as the sword sank within its undying form.
A flicker of the eye as damages cast, repelled and tried to release it but twas but a flicker in the end as the body of the Undead faded once again, its voice ringing ethereal as it sunk into the castles around.
"Khehehk, perhaps before my limited is cut, perfection will be found in these steps performed.
I truly enjoyed this dance, lets do so again sometime.~"
For in the end, The Undead was welcoming to the prospects of death, to find its somber embrace once again but until that time comes that sound that rings in its presence, the burdens anchoring it to this world would not be satisfied.
Perhaps someday it's ghastly ring will fade but for now. The Undead would push forth. A phantom in pursuits of the impossible.
(Walking Dead)
[17:52] {NARRATION} The undead lines are broken through by the Delphinian elite force, while some are waylaid by the might of Xarxe's creations the rest delve into the Mysterium vaults!
Delphina / Camino de Caewynn vs Xarxes
Mysterium / Kakku Alinteau vs Ophelia Hel Myst CAP
Delphina / Alissenia Idaea vs Yami Hel Myst
Delphina / Walking Dead vs Nylion Alabaster
Delphina / Kar'anann vs Elion Lusatra Delphina
Delphina / Arngo vs Ansel CAP
Mysterium / Na'Ria vs Rehema Hel Myst + Agrona CAP
Delphina Victory
[The Wynne tome + 3 items from Mysterium's vault]
Intervenes;
Vanitas vs Ophelia Hel Myst
Ansel vs Agrona
[17:55] {NARRATION} Correction,
Ansel vs Agrona for Arngo!
[17:59] In a way they were right, were they not? Was anything that belonged to her even hers? It was funny- no one had ever put it that way to her before. It almost made her laugh! Needless to say it put a smile on her face.
"I would argue your point, but for you I will put it simply.
Nothing I have belongs to me, everything I am is for him."
Her body dipped into the miasma, their game of cat and mouse would start. she had to keep a dis- Cosmic light shot from the goblin an pierced her body. She could feel her very bones burn with a light she had not felt since she was a skeleton.
"The hel?"
It took her by surprise but she was able to snap out of it rather quickly, she may not fight a lot anymore- but she was still a the strongest Hel Myst, and she would be living up to her role as the eldest of her siblings.
She was fast on her feet, she knew this castle better than even Xarxes himself. To be able to evade Kakku started to become easier, and she would use the breathing space to rupture jagged bones through the stone floor. Piercing the goblin's body letting her poison spread through his body.
But she needed to buy time for the poison to take full effect, and she needed desperately not to get hit by the light of Biblos. Avoiding get another blast she managed to hide herself behind one of the giant statues. While he could not see her, her bones would start to shift exiting her flesh and surrounding her form.
She stepped out into the open, "You know Kakku, I almost pity you for being matched up against myself..." She waited for the cosmic rain to fall down upon her, "You see-" She chuckled as her once injured frame started to repair itself, using their own cosmic light as the fuel.
"The judgement you so wish I would face is the very thing that will be the cause of your death."
The last raise of herscythe she would tear into the lifestream, hearing it scream around them as she pushed the tear towards him. The poison fully taking hold of their body they would be unable to escape as the rift collided with them.
But it was not a perfect rift, she would not be sending them out of her home but instead she would let the tear rip the lifestream around them, fracturing their connection to it just as she herself was void of it.
She would watch them drop before setting her eyes on Vanitas.
"This will not be like last time."
A Life Torn.
(Ophelia Hel Myst)
[18:02] A different place, yet a similar battle. He knows of Ophelia Hel Myst's name by now, as they had crossed weapons before. Though this time, it was a scenario that was far dissimilar to the previous encounter.
The Commander of the Elzara, laid out before the forces that invaded the Mysterium. And whom other than the Prince to save the Alinteau's life, here and now?
Blade is brandished, and he speaks out to none in particular. ".. Mother Nemea."
Even in the Mysterium's shade of darkness, does the soulblade glisten throughout its hallways. The Caewynn enters a low stance, pointing Saber in Ophelia's direction.
The weight of the world does feel heavy on one's shoulders, yet he must perform.
A life was in his hands, after all.
"Remember what I told you, Commander? Your story, it doesn't end here." he remarked, reciting the poem once more, bending the metaphysical laws of nature through fiction, adjusting his book with a deft left hand.
"Through starry night, a meteor blazes-
Guided by dreams, seeking the light.
With a future bright and horizons wide,
It soars through space with endless pride."
No more words are said, and the battles commences.
(Vanitas Caewynn)
[18:09] Vanitas Caewynn says, "Yipee"
[22:14]
{Character Loaded, IC Year: 2130}