[LS] Revelations of Rain - Act I [Autonomous State of Barionheim]

[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
The Goldwalk; Outside of D'Alice - 7:20 AM, Wednesday
Arc: 1 - Bloody August


...The Hand Of A Righteous Man
They came into the world in a cloud of blue mist. It felt like they had traveled for a day, the sun was high in the sky. The country was a beautiful hilly place. They stood in a green forested expanse, a large well-maintained stone path 10 ft wide stretched forward some 90 ft, then turned left and around a large hill and led down behind the hill and out of sight. The Goldwalk was populated by many trader stalls on either side, men in various well maintained robes and fine uniforms stood about, silver woven cords hung from their left arm with various badges, seals similar to Rymont's coin were fastened like brooches holding their cloaks or capes together over their uniforms. They were Magisters...

Many of them laid out on the grass on either side, enjoying the sun. Others milled about the stalls, talking with one another. The air seemed to hold a golden hue and a certain merriment. A number of non-uniformed people walked about as well. A few Magisters in black uniforms and golden ceremonial cords with badges showing a winged sword walked about, guiding those around them, providing directions.

The appearances, races and colors of the Magisters seemed to vary widely. Men and creature from various walks of life. The strange group that formed the party didn't stand out as much as they would have thought, with the exception of Z'Ress and Theresia, the youngest person visible. Some of the Magisters walked with strange demonic creatures at their side similar to Luna, horned, winged with tail and talon, scantly clad. No Magister seemed to be unaccompanied, with a similarly dressed person at their side with an identical Badge, their Steward's. The traders sold a number of different wares, some of them sold strange glass tokens and crystals, which seemed all the more common, another vendor sold various strange items, most of which appeared to be staves and refined cuts of wood shaped into weapons or wands, the last vendor of note was a short man who leaned on his table as if bored, a number of strange and colorful Bolts in small wood and glass display cases. There was strange shapes they had never seen before. Bolts that appeared to be made of some twisted black glass and metal jacketing, others with colorful green hued steel. It was a strange place. They could see a number of the black robed Magisters giving directions, the town was ahead another half mile.

This was The Goldwalk... the entrance to D'Alice, a town tucked away in the reclusive forests of the State of Barionheim Proper. Or so a man off to the side explained to his Steward, a young Magister, short and slightly plump. A Halfling. It had been a long time since they had seen a familiar race, or so it seemed. The realization came then to them, of just who Magister Rymont was...

The absolute authority and founder of not only The Academy and The University, but of the very State. They could only wonder what the future held in store for them as they looked upon the faces around them, filled with hope and zeal. A world that seemed so different from the constant pain and failure's that had seemed to pursue them no matter how far they ran... Perhaps this was their chance to start over. Or so they hoped.

[jamieth]

Aiko, Daughter of White

For the priestess, the contrast wasn't that large, in fact - that with her managing to miss most of the darker sides of the World Betwixt. Still, her natural ability to see and appreciate beauty wasn't for nothing either, and the young woman practically danced around, peeking at every bit that picked her interest. Still, she tried not to get afar from the others, just in case... nor to delay them, since, after all, that was only a road towards the town - and Aiko was eager to set her sight at the town proper.

[Desril]

Lu'naus'Fel

****The World-Betwixt****

Caught off guard by the sudden arrival of a new voice inside of their head, Eris is the first to react, speaking aloud on instinct. "Uh, hello, Kali...I suppose...you should tell me how your basic functions operate and what you're capable of." Figuring she's not too disimilar from a sentient weapon of her home, at least in basic principle, they look toward Rymont. "That will probably be for the best, so we'll keep her on those...settings," she says, unfamiliar with that use of the term. Kestal, however, has other ideas as her voice takes on a flirtatious tone and she tries to 'speak' to Kali. "Hello there. Nice to meet you Kali."

As the duo laugh at Luna's pronunciation, the older Child gives in to a childish impulse and playfully sticks out her tongue in retaliation.

****D'Alice****

To Lady Black, "In that case, if we only have four days, then there is no time to waste. We'll hurry Theresia home now, and then return to Mother ourselves as soon as we can. Thank you, Lady Black..."She pauses momentarily, hesitation clear in her voice before she continues, "or should we call you Sister?"

Looking around at the vendors, Luna was about to begin browsing...Eris; the items being hawked, Kestal; the scantily clad demons and demi-humans. They quickly disillusion themselves of those ideas however. "We should hurry." Seeing as many people around as there are, Eris does her best to telepathically explain what Lady Black said without saying her name. "In short, we have four days until the Barionheim entrance examinations. We want to try and study under her until then. The two of you aren't allowed to come with us, but that may be for the best. We'll learn what we can under her in the time we have, and the two of you can get the teachings offered here. After the four days are up, the three of us will return here and she said she was willing to help you along too while she could. We can share notes and all try to enter Barionheim together."

[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

Nadia let out the breath that she had unconsciously been holding has she looks around. At least this didn't looks like a trap. She saw the group of men giving directions, and decided that she should at least get to work on why they had come here. Approaching them, she speaks.
"Excuse me, but my friends and I were told that there were schools here that could teach people new to the area some of the basics of how things work. Could you help us with that?"

[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
The Goldwalk; Outside of D'Alice - 7:20 AM, Wednesday
Arc: 1 - Bloody August


...The Hand Of A Righteous Man
She could feel Lady Black's affirmation as the connection went quiet. They had four days... As that thought begun to sink in and she explained the situation, the group spread apart, with Z'Ress and Theresia walking with Aiko looking at the people and shops. Nadia moved forward to one of the Magisters in black. He nodded at the Weaver, "Yes, there are a number of programs and facilities available. Please continue forward, it is another half-mile into D'Alice. You will see more of The Academy Guard as you make your way to town, they will direct you to the Education Office. If you can't find your way, speak to any of The Guard and we'll assist you."

While the response was delayed, Kali's voice replied in return. 'My apologizes <<Master>> It is a pleasure to meet you. I was running an audit on our current configurations to see what our available capabilities are.' Current <<Orders>> have been changed from <<Standby>> to <<Defend & Assist>> - Currently we have no Bolts loaded; <<Bolt Selection:: None>> - 'Please allow me to bring up X CALIBER's Dashboard'

<<Orders>>
1.) Defend
2.) Assist

<<SLS>> ((Soul-Lync System))
Condition: Green

<<SRS>> ((Safety Restraint System))
Condition: Green
Limiter: On

<<EAS>> ((Envision Action System))
- Priority: Defend/Assist
- EAS Enhance Range: ((1-20))
- Force Assist: On
- Over Assist: On
- Envision Sys Condition: Green
- Envision Sys Sync: 99%
[[External Program]] - Dynamic Defense: 99% - ((Threat Detection: On))

<<Bolt Selection>> ((Grade Range; 101-808))
- Chamber I: Empty
- Chamber II: Empty
- Chamber III: Empty
- Chamber IV: Empty
- Chamber V: Empty

<<D-BA>> ((Dynamic Bolt Array))
- Offence (SABRE)
- Offence (BRAND)
- Defense
- Support
- Grid-Conditional

<<X-FPA>> - ((X-Firing Pin Array))
- FPA (I) - ((Heat Lv: 0%)) - ((Array: None))
- FPA (II) - ((Heat Lv: 0%)) - ((Array: None))
- FPA (III) - ((Heat Lv: 0%)) - ((Array: None))
- FPA (IV) - ((Heat Lv: 0%)) - ((Array: None))

----[[Available FPAs]]
* SABRE ((Melee)) - ((Loaded: No)) - ((Available: Yes))
* L. Sword ((Melee)) - ((Loaded: No)) - ((Available: Yes))
* BRAND ((Ranged)) - ((Loaded: No)) - ((Available: Yes))
* BRAND-FROST I ((Ranged)) - ((Loaded: No)) - ((Available: Yes))
* BRAND-FROST II ((Ranged)) - ((Loaded: No)) - ((Available: Yes))
* BRAND-FLAME I ((Ranged)) - ((Loaded: No)) - ((Available: Yes))

'Please wait. Please wait. Firing Pin Array is required to be configured. EAS System <<External Program>> detected. New software active. <<Dynamic Defense>> software. EAS Over Assist will now activate while <<Defend>> <<Order>> is active. X CALIBER will defend <<Master>> while <<Threat Detection>> is active.'

'Master, please load at least one 606 GRID: Counter-Sword, 606 SHIELD: Parry v6.1 or 404 WARD: Safeguard. Preference in order specified. I will be unable to effectively defend you without a GC Bolt or DEF Bolt. <<EAS Sync>> is at ((99%)) - I will be able to forcefully evade if required, but unable to retaliate. Please review X-CALIBER's Dashboard. I will do my best to explain <<Core Systems>>. I will handle all sub-systems and maintenance. I have taken the liberty to take inventory of all Bolts we have available and <<Threat ID>> all persons within a 100 ft radius of our position. To request to view <<Threat ID>> please select your target(s) and <<Envision>> your request. - I advise caution - <<Adverage Threat ID: 10-50%>> Hostile targets above ((50%)) may require the use of Offensive Bolts to eliminate.'

[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

Nadia looks over her shoulder.
"Well, come on. No point in dawdling. I'm tired of running around like a blind woman. Let's find out what we can here."

[jamieth]

Aiko, Daughter of White

"Don't worry, Luna... go and learn whatever you need, and don't worry, I'll take care of Nadia here..." Aiko smiles, "Little presumptious of me, isn't it? But still... I like it here, so far."

"Right, let's go!" Aiko bravely heads forward, stretching as she walks.

[Lazy Roman]

Son Of Mornings, Son Of Night.


[Kal Enters The Game]
[Perception Check with blind sight]
[Kal uses hide in plain sight]

The Ronin drops back into existence. He uses his old skills to get a quickly look around. He nods and smiles to Rei. “Don’t worry Miss Rei we got this. Now lets go link up with our friends.” He takes Rei by the arm as he uses his old hiding techniques he learned from his time as a Bell to conceal themselves in broad daylight as he makes his way to his sibling traveling companions.

[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
The Goldwalk; Outside of D'Alice - 7:20 AM, Wednesday
Arc: 1 - Bloody August


...The Hand Of A Righteous Man
The disguised Seraph entered the world with a silent misty entrance with the woman still on his arm. The scene was distantly familiar, a scene from another life. He could not even remember walking The Goldway to The Academy from D'Alice. In fact he had completely forgotten about the trek, how long had it been? A millennium? How many live times ago? The boy that had walked this path was not the man that stood upon it now... nothing was the same. He ran his hand through his waist long black hair, and how he had changed yet again... He was hardly recognizable to the man he had even been perhaps only minutes ago, he wondered just how much he would continue to change? He wondered if anyone left from those days past could still recognize him... Rymont said The Black Magister, Arch-Magister Marries had lived that night when everything went wrong. His gaze lazily drifted off into the distance, though the tree limbs blocked the view, he could see it in his mind, the mountains that surrounded The Forest of Shattered Ash. The memories were not pleasant, indeed they were painful, remembering all those he had left in The Grand Hall to be butchered by the wicked claws of the horrid monsters that descended upon them...he fled, bloodied and shaken through the forest, where time became just a word, just a thought from a life long ago. His mind drifted back to those years... those days he spent in the forest learning to refine his craft of forgework, a foundational principle to the Bolt-Magisters. A practice he refined not in The Academy, but with Heather, the strong and caring woman who lived in that strange forest...He was so close now, perhaps now was as good a time as ever to visit Hen again, he remembered the ferocity of her Mistforged Steel, his mind recalled some distant memory... a sharp pain in his left arm. Talon.

He shook his head, he couldn't remember clearly, why that name sounded so familiar... only the pain, then nothing. His vision stretched out around himself. Many Magisters, young and old... He begun to fade with Rei when his gaze met the eyes of the little half-man. He blinked, then looked away, then looked back to where the Seraph had been as if he had seen something eerie, haunting, like a specter, and he knew why... Gelpman, he was alive.

The little man, his old friend he'd left to die had survived... and now here he stood once again. Senior Magister Gelpman... He wore three-badges across his left shoulder with a silver and golden rope hanging from his shoulder. He hadn't seen the halfling since the tragedy of their Graduation Ceremony. He had come a long way. The Senior Magister begun talking again to his taller counterparts, he had three Stewards now, one of them a youthful young man with keen eyes. Gelpman carried a very familiar article in hand, he knew it well.. or so he thought. The BlackStaff he thought the little man carried, was not a BlackStaff at all.... Though it was branded with the BlackStaff Focus Sigils, he noticed the weapon was made of both wood and twisted metal wound into a single article, a single rod. Looking at the top he could see the Array tactfully tucked into its ends, work that was impossible for anyone... except Rymont... He couldn't believe it, the little man talked about his Aperion Caliber design frequently in their studies, a fantasy from days long past. They both studied the same arts and forgework of ancient magical devices and many of the technological achievements Rymont had created as an after-thought. Now... all these years later, he was looking at the physical manifestation of all their studies together. A decade and more of work, and what had he to show for it? They had studied and refined The Warp Axe together, but he could not have managed to complete the thing without his help. He was a genius... a gift he believed was lost from the world. He couldn't bring himself to speak to him.. what would he say? Nothing good, he imagined. They were both thought to have died that night, but it was he who abandoned the rest of them. He grit his teeth, he wondered how many enemies here he had made for that night. He wondered how many lived... what grudges remained... did they blame him? He didn't know. He could not know...

He spotted the group. They didn't stand out here as much as they did within The City of White. He looked at the fanciful Caliber on his Sister's hip. Unquestionably Rymont's work, but he had seen the design before. He couldn't place where... Still it was the most sophisticated looking Caliber he had ever seen with strange double barrel made of seemingly magnetically bound and shaped metal plates. He would never be able to meet the level of masterful craftsmenship - he doubted anyone could, even Gelpman, but he could come damn close. Maybe closer then anyone...

The group around the Senior Magister stopped in front of the Bolt Vendor looking at his wares with great enthusiasm. He wondered how he would be able to face the little man again... would it be as enemies? The thought of facing a Senior Forge-Magister was not a pleasant one. No doubt he'd be on par with any High Slayer... There seemed to be no winning. Perhaps he wouldn't recognize him the way he looked now. Perhaps he should use another name here... least he find other survivors.

[Desril]

Lu'naus'Fel

Though the alien display is completely foreign to her, it seems intuitive enough that she quickly figures out at least the basic layout. <Threat ID?> If Rymont herself was at 999%, I wonder what everyone else is, she thinks, glancing to everyone and trying to picture the warning that appeared when she looked at the Arch-Magister. If it's 'Envision' then it should work like this, right? If all goes well, after collecting the data on her party, Rei included, Eris asks "Can you explain the calculations you did to get those numbers? It's all rather meaningless if I don't have the context behind it to know what they truly represent."

Annoyed at being ignored, but still rational enough to decide that any defensive boon is a good thing, Kestal speaks up while Eris tries to experiment. "Show us how we load a bolt into you then," she says in response to the suggestion of her new AI. If all goes well, she begins to fully load X-CALIBER. While doing that, however, she gives another command to Kali. "And explain how these 'firing pins' work. Can they be used to disable but not harm? How accurate are they at range? Can they compensate for our lack of melee experience?"

Finally snapping out of the distraction of their shiny new toy, Luna nods at Aiko even as they continue to tinker with Kali. "We should find mounts. We aren't exactly a skilled rider, but if it is still the better part of a day to get to the Forest then we should take the fastest way, shouldn't we Theresia?"


Bolts loaded:

1: 606 GRID: Counter-Sword(R-5)
2: 606 SHIELD: Parry v6.1(U-3)
3: 404 WARD: Safeguard(C)
4: 303 BRAND: Stormbolt(C)
5: 303 FATE: Gamechanger(R)

[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
The Goldwalk; Outside of D'Alice - 7:21 AM, Wednesday
Arc: 1 - Bloody August


...The Hand Of A Righteous Man
She envisions the forms of her friend's mentally, name plates and <<Threat ID>> is displayed to each of them. Aiko ((0.05%)) - Theresia ((101%)) - Z'Ress ((480%)) - Nadia ((5%)) - A strange alarm went off in her mind, as her strange 'Virtual-Eyes' outlined Z'Ress, the plump halfling Magister ((300%)) and then outlined two invisible figures behind her <<Threat #1 Male>> ((120%)) - <<Threat #2 Female>> ((60%/550%)) <<Anomaly Detected>> <<Master>> Two <<Threats>> located 180 degrees from our current position. Their figures have been outlined for you, additionally <<Threats>> above ((100%)) are within the area. I advise extreme caution. <<EAS>> <<Force Assist>> is currently online and on standby. We will be taking control to forcefully remove you from <<Threat>> range. A holographic map floated beside her showing a top down view of their surroundings within 100 ft displaying <<Threat>> sources over ((100%)). <<Threat ID System>> Calculation displays my current combat capability required process commitment required to eliminate <<Threat>> identified. <<Threat>> 100% requires my complete focus and <<EAS>> <<SLS>> Systems to successfully defeat. <<Threat>> above ((100%)) cannot be eliminated with <<Assurance>>. That is <<Master>> health/safety status. <<Threat ID>> represents my ability, current resources, and <<Master>> proficiency. Currently your proficiency is ((0%)), thus <<Threat ID>> is calculated solely on my ability and resources to eliminate <<Threat>>. <<Master>> must use <<EAS>> to defeat all <<Threat>> identified with <<Threat ID>> ((10%)) or higher. <<Master>> combat capabilities are currently at ((1%)) - I advise you rely on me to assist you eliminating identified threats. It seems Master is out of her depth in this environment. Your access to <<Weave>> is being impaired here reducing your ability to combat threats. Most of those around us have access to <<Class I>> to <<Class V>> <<Anima>> giving them a distinctive advantage against us. Proceed with caution.

Luna feels her body move of its own accord while Kali speaks. Her hand came out to her side, the weapon snapped off her hip and into her hand, her finger pressed the mechanical button above the trigger, ejecting the magazine. A number of Magisters looked over at her with awed expressions at the slick motion and flashy telekinetic display. She fit the belt of Bolts around her waist after releasing the weapon to float in the air, then begun pulling out the rounds she had selected, pushing them down into the strange-steel cartridge. The <<Active Switch>> when desired will eject the <<Magazine>> of the weapon when pressed while desiring to eject the cartridge. Up to ((5)) Bolts can be loaded at a time. Then the <<Magazine>> is fitted back into place with a firm and strong hand. " She slapped the magazine back into place, the weapon seemed to spring to life as a series of system dialogue rushed by. X CALIBER- Loaded - <<Registering Bolt Selection>> Loading. Loading. Chamber I. Chamber II. Chamber III...All Chambers. Complete. Please wait. Complete. <<Bolt Selection>> set;

<<Bolt Selection>> ((Grade Range; 303-606))
- Chamber I: 606 GRID: Counter-Sword(R-5)
- Chamber II: 606 SHIELD: Parry v6.1(U-3)
- Chamber III: 404 WARD: Safeguard(C)
- Chamber IV: 303 BRAND: Stormbolt(C)
- Chamber V: 303 FATE: Gamechanger(R)

' Please use <<Envision>> to select which <<FPA>> you would like to equip. Currently we have ((4)) <<FPA Slots>> available, and a larger number of <<FPA>> to choose from.'

'Firing Pins can be used non-lethally if you make the request with <<Envision>> before firing. I will reduce <<Dampener Class>> to << Dampener Disabled: Class>> which will allow the Pins to be used effectively without causing fatal injury. If you fire manually without <<Envision>> the request will not be processed, and a lethal effect will be applied. Please do not pull the trigger manually, and rely on <<EAS>> to complete the request via <<Envision>>. I recommend practice before you attempt to fire at a friendly target. Our current <<Dampener Class 5>> Will eliminate <<Threat>> Below ((15%)) outright. The current Class will be maintained even while the <<Dampener>> is disabled, unless I scale the current <<Class>> to fit the <<Threat>> level. Please keep in mind, firing on a high <<Class>> will generate more heat then normal. When a Pin has <<Over Heat>> it cannot be used until it cools below ((100%)) Please select at least one ((Melee)) and ((Ranged)) Pin. Additional Pin's can be made, found or purchased adding to our options. Pins can be swapped out at any time, but only when they have cooled to ((0%)) heat. Please select your Pins. Pins cannot be equipped more then once, unless multiple of that Pin is available.'

' <<EAS>> will compensate for your lacking combat capabilities but you must learn to use <<Envision>> to activate the system. By controlling your nervous system, and your body's core functions, we can translate your <<Envision Request>> into physical action. You need not skill in melee or range combat for <<EAS>> to function optimally. Ranged Pins and Bolts function at optimal use while being used with <<EAS>> rather then manual termination in your current state. <<Listed Range>> is <<Effective Range>> while <<EAS>> is active, thus 5,000 ft of <<Listed Range>> is the <<EAS>> <<Effective Range Increment>>. We are not less accurate at 4,000 ft then 30 ft. However our system requires configuration to reach <<Threat Detection>> at such ranges.'

' I will now be enabling <<Visual Persona>> for ease of use. Please Register your Firing Pins so I may build our <<Dynamic Defense Actions>>. These are the actions I may perform while <<EAS>> is active, using these Actions can possibly lower our <<Sync Rate>> but will enable us to perform vastly superior combat movements then manual control would allow. For all future actions please use <<Envision>>. Do not physically move yourself, imagine the action you wish to complete in as much detail as possible, and we will use <<EAS>> to make your envisioned actions come to life, as close as possible to those imagined. This is how you use <<Envision>>. This is a critical skill to be mastered, as most of our components are non-physical and run off of <<Envision Engine>>, please practice now by equipping Firing Pins to build our Array.'

<<Visual Personal>> Activating... Please wait. Please wait. 80%...90%..99%...Complete. Process executing.
A whirl of color and holographic light manifested before her, a small fairy that floated about her. On her HUD's map the blue dot that was the fairy was named 'Kali'. She floated around her examining herself. Self diagnostic compete.... This form is far superior is it not? I prefer it. It is much easier to gather data externally. <<Master>> would you like to register a name by which I should call you? Or would you prefer to keep <<Master>> as your registered Identification?


Kali - X CALIBER Soul-Lync System A.I.
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[Lazy Roman]

Son Of Mornings, Son Of Night, Seraph of The End


He lets out a deep sigh stunned in his own depression. He contemplates even if it was feasible for his plan to finish his Magister training. He goes back to his time as a bell and his suffering. He tugs on Miss Rei and leads her to the side someplace where they can get a moment of privacy, no one can run into them and he can focus. He sits down and focus as he transforms his body. As he learned and perfected during his time as a Bell. First the physical that was always the hardest part. His body changes as the scars on the skin smooths and disappears. His muscular frame becomes slender and elegant. His dirty black hair changes red and shortens to an ear length crew cute. His clothes change as well turning with to a red double breasted jacket with brass buttons the red skirt. He adds a short cape to match. He replaces his hakama with white leggings and knee length black boots. Topping it off with a hat with a feather. The Kurokami transforms into a rapier as he places into a sword belt on his hip. Finally thick leather fencing gloves on his hand. “There we go…phew. It was always hard for me to focus on what the vocal chords should sound like. So what do you think Miss Rei? Cmon lets go say hello to everyone.” He breaks off his hide in plain sight ability. He reproaches the group. “Hey guys! It’s me Izuna, sorry we got split up earlier!”

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[Desril]

Lu'naus'Fel

Curious about a great deal of the new information she just gained, Eris is quick to alert Kali. "We should be safe here, but if an active threat is detected do move us to safety. Z'Ress and Theresia," she looks at the duo, "Are not our enemies however. Keep an eye on that one, but she is not actively working against us right now," she tells Kali while glancing to Rei. "Curious...what is our combat rating in areas where our access to 'Weave' isn't being impaired?"

She looks much more concerned at the invisible, high threats behind them, but avoids panicking. They just arrived to a high traffic area where countless people were passing through. Just because a high powered threat was detected didn't meant it was seeking to harm them. "Keep an eye on the invisible threats, but as long as they don't seem to be attempting to cause any problems, just keep us appraised of their location." It'd only been a few moments, but Eris was already starting to grow accustomed to Kali's presence.

Their body moving on its own was still something they weren't used to, however, and it was only through a great effort of will that neither of Luna's halves resisted the movements. Kestal takes over the conversation when Kali mentions the firing pins, however. While not as clever as Eris, she was much more innately gifted in actual combat. "For now, set up the SABRE, L. SWORD, BRAND, and BRAND-FROST II Firing Pins. And give us a brief description of how they and the loaded bolts function. We will practice with them later."

When Kali takes on a seemingly physical appearance, Luna can't help but reach out to touch her and see if she's an illusion or physically present. When she suggests registering a name for Luna, however, it's Eris that tries to speak up first. "You can just call us--Master is perfectly fine, keep using that."

She's not our slave, we shouldn't make her call us that.
I disagree. We didn't keep any of the ones we wagered for, you can let me have this one. Besides, you heard Rymont, she's a Soul-Construct, not a person. Think of her like a cute golem.

Not particularly happy with that thought, Eris can't find any obvious fault in it and instead turns her attention back to Kali's apparent new form. "Before we go any further, we have to know...what are you, exactly? Are you truly sentient, or just a very sophisticated construct?"


While waiting on her answer, 'Izuna' appears behind them and approches. Before Eris can comment about her being mistaken and not knowing them, Kestal shushes her other half. Like we told Nadia. Tact. To Nadia and Aiko, she adds "Play along until we figure out what they're after."

"Oh, there you are. We were starting to get worried," she says, waiting until she gets closer before her eyes clearly ask the question they all want to know the answer to. 'Who are you?'

It's only then that they make note of Rei clinging to the new arrival's arm. ...Is that Kal?
...I think it is. We should learn that trick.

[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

Hearing the voice, Nadia turns.
I'm sorry, I think you have us confused...
Then she sees Rei. Who was last seen with Kal.
Oh. You're back. Wonderful.

[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
The Goldwalk; Outside of D'Alice - 7:21 AM, Wednesday
Arc: 1 - Bloody August


...The Hand Of A Righteous Man
As 'Izuna' and Rei emerge once more, Luna's HUD changes to <<Threat #1 Female>> ((120%/150%)). The Vessel of Misfortune reaches into Izuna's pocket sliding out the badge Rymont had given her, and pinning it on the left side of her coat. A few Magisters turned and stopped what they were doing seeing the Seal. A few of them begun to whisper to one another. "You're a Bolt-Magister Candidate, selected by Arch-Magister Rymont herself, are you not? Wear your badge with some pride. Show these plebeians who Izuna is." A greater number of Magisters started to take note of them after Rei mentioned Rymont's name aloud. The red badge seemed to validate their legitimacy. Rei's voice resounded in the space that connected them. 'You need to think of a full name if you expect this little game to work. You will be this Izuna for quite a long period of time...'

The small fairy that was Kali shook a finger at Luna, flying up to her face. 'I said use <<Envision>> not tell me what to do! How do you expect to use the X CALIBER if you cannot even manage its most basic functions? ' She looked at Luna, puffing out her cheeks. A construct? No one 'made' me. But someone 'made' you. It's evident in my diagnostic of your Anima. Who is the 'construct' here? - I am Kali, a Wind Harrow. Not that I expect you to know what that is... No context exists within your memory, I've already checked. SLS does have an Artificial Intelligence, which is to say X CALIBER 'leans' but has no user interface. I am that interface, and the soul that allows the 'Soul-Lync System' to function. Or did you think that some fancy magic machine was connected to your spirit? The SLS is the connection I share between yourself, and the X CALIBER's sentient functions. I am the bridge between you and the weapon, whose expressions I translate for you into words or actions. Now stop goofing around and use <<Envision>>. She swept her hand opening a window displaying a number of strange thin crystalline rods with names identifying each firing Pin. Maybe you're not good with using your imagination... does this help? Imagine moving the Pin you want to select forward, and that Pin will be equipped. Simple, yes?

[Desril]

Lu'naus'Fel

Despite Kali's claims at having no context, Eris still manages to find something. "Oh, that seems almost like how a golem functions, though without stripping you of freedom or the ability to think and understand. Interesting. In that case, Kali, let's be friends."

Ignoring the chastisement from the fairy-like intelligence, Kestal simply follows the suggestion, envisioning the four pins she wanted moving up and into position. This is going to take some adjustment...

[jamieth]

Aiko, Daughter of White

"Oh?" Aiko blinks, seeing an unfamiliar woman approach them, but, whatever else she wanted to say, Luna's mentaql command stops her. "Ah, nice to see you. Looking good today, Izuna-san... and... Rei-san? Glad to see you're OK..."

[Lazy Roman]

Son Of Mornings, Son Of Night, Seraph of The End

She looks down at her and watches her pin on Rymont’s seal on her jacket. ‘She’ smiles and lets out a nervous laugh. “Opps, Thank you so much Rei, you’re right! I guess I was just so nervous and excited to start I almost forgot one of the most important requirements.” He reaches back to her through their shared headspace ‘I got this, its Hijikata. Weird question while I got you on the line. You wouldn’t happen to know where that big Obsidian Gate is? I left something important there.’ She waves back “Hi Aiko! Silly thats not my last name. So it would be Hijikata-san.”

[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
The Goldwalk; Outside of D'Alice - 7:22 AM, Wednesday
Arc: 1 - Bloody August


...The Hand Of A Righteous Man
Luna imagined the strange Pins sliding forward, not bothering to read which ones she moved. The images on the holographic screen slid forward, text displayed on the holographic screen on the back of the Caliber.


<<X-FPA>> - ((X-Firing Pin Array))
- FPA (I) - ((Heat Lv: 0%)) - ((Array: SABRE))
- FPA (II) - ((Heat Lv: 0%)) - ((Array: L. Sword))
- FPA (III) - ((Heat Lv: 0%)) - ((Array: BRAND-FROST II))
- FPA (IV) - ((Heat Lv: 0%)) - ((Array: BRAND-FLAME I))

----[[Available FPAs]]
* SABRE ((Melee)) - ((Loaded: Yes)) - ((Available: No))
* L. Sword ((Melee)) - ((Loaded: Yes)) - ((Available: No))
* BRAND ((Ranged)) - ((Loaded: No)) - ((Available: Yes))
* BRAND-FROST I ((Ranged)) - ((Loaded: No)) - ((Available: Yes))
* BRAND-FROST II ((Ranged)) - ((Loaded: Yes)) - ((Available: No))
* BRAND-FLAME I ((Ranged)) - ((Loaded: Yes)) - ((Available: No))

The weapon's barrel of strange metal plates begun to rearrange itself creating a slightly longer and thinner looking barrel, resembling the 'blade' of a sword. One of the barrels extended, longer then the second one beneath it. It appeared more like a short saber now. As if the weapon had animated and changed forms. The display caught the attention of the Magisters who were still looking at Izuna, caught off guard by the change in the weapon's Array.
X-FPA set. Dynamic Array configured. <<L. Sword Hybrid Array>> Complete. <<Dynamic Defense Diagnostic>> Initiated. Processing. Complete. <<Dynamic Defense Actions>> Registering. Compiling. Complete. <<Combat Focus: Melee>> <<Array Deviation Audit>> Complete.

' Master, well done loading your Pins with <<Envision>>, however you did not select which Pins you wanted to equip using <<Envision>> thus <<EAS Passive>> selected the most optimal Array for our current conditions. <<Threat>> in local area is predominantly <<Anima Class>> dependent, with low ((Melee)) focus. Thus we've set our Array with high Melee focus to eliminate <<Threat>> with close-quarters resources. I recommend purchasing an additional L. Sword Firing Pin with a <<Class Type>> such as your <<BRAND-FROST Series>> Pins. The <<L. Sword Array>> allows us to initiate melee combat from up to ((30 ft)) away effectively. Recommendation: acquire <<L. Sword-ASSIST>> or <<L. Sword-SWIFT>> Firing Pins to replace your <<SABRE>> Firing Pin. <<SABRE>> is a Classless Pin, and serves as a solid foundational Pin when others are <<Cooling>>.'

' Master, I've finished building our <<Dynamic Defense Actions>> these actions will be changed as I acquire more data on your combat preferences. Currently <<Actions>> are configured with ((99%)) focus on <<Priorities>> <<Defend and Assist>> our <<Actions>> are listed below.'

*[[Blink-Step - DEFEND]] - ((DEGRADATION: -10))
*[[Retaliate - ASISST]] - ((DEGREDATION: -2))
*[[X-Revolver - ASISST]] - ((DEGRADATION: -2))
*[[SRS Limiter-Down]] - ((DEGRADATION: -30))

'...Also Master, X CALIBER functions on a conceptually unique concept far from that of simple constructs such as golems. X CALIBER possesses a sentient, learning, growing mind independent of my self or you. I am the 'bridge' between you and the weapon. Think of me as a 'Tri-Souled' creature, joint to your soul, my own, and the synthetic soul that is X CALIBER. Together we all form a single living weapon-system. Comparing us to a golem, is like comparing a shiny stone to platinum. Additionally when you use <<Envision>> ensure you specifically specify at the time of selection what actions are wishing to be accomplished in as much detail as possible, otherwise <<EAS>> will interpret and initiate the most effective solution itself. Please keep that in mind, especially when attempting to alter your Firing Pin <<Dampener>>, <<EAS>> will always default to highest <<Class>> and <<Dampener>> settings possible if unspecified though priorities are set to <<Defend and Assist>>. <<EAS>> 'efficiency' default is <<Threat Elimination>>. X CALIBER with proper control can be used non-lethally, however <<Threat Elimination>> is the primary objective of X CALIBER. Please practice using <<Envision>> to build your proficiency. '

A number of Magisters gathered around Luna to examine the strange weapon, talking among themselves. In the distance the Senior Magister, the Halfing, raised a hand quieting his men as he looked to Izuna. The Academy Guard, the black robed Magisters with golden ropes on their left shoulder moved over to her as well, skeptical and confused looks on their faces. Rei nodded at Aiko " It is Well to see you again, as well, but it appears we've drawn some... unwanted attention." - ' The 7th Obsidian Gate you mean... It's here in the country of Barion, far south through the Darkling Forest... I'm sure you might recall, it is infested with Furies and other troublesome creatures.' The Academy Guard encircled the group after their display. "...Excuse me, ma'am- " The Halfling, Gelpman, entered the circle, raising a hand to quiet the man. "Thank you Chris, I will take things from here. Please have your men standby. " The man nodded seeing the little man. "Ah, greetings Senior Forge-Magister. As you wish." The Halfling gestured with his 'Blackstaff' the Guard backed off a step. His gaze went back to the group, then to Izuna, then to her badge, then to her hat, then back to her badge, before stopping to rest on the sword on her hip, as if he expected something else to be their instead. "...Forgive my interruption ma'am, but I see you're neither a Magister, nor Student, yet you have a Bolt-Magister's Candidacy Badge from Arch Bolt-Magister Rymont. Still, I'm afraid we don't get many 'military-men' this far from The Citadel. You are a Slayer-Apprentice, are you not?" It took a short while for Izuna to put together the pieces, the strange looks on the men's faces. The questions, and why she'd been stopped. A distant recollection came to her again, one of Ellie's classes on uniform wear and the history between The Order and Barionheim... Rymont had founded The Slayers long ago, which was why their uniforms were nearly identical to the Bolt-Magisters, however, the Slayer's Long Coat and the Bolt-Magister's Cowl were the distinguishing uniform items that distinguished them. She wore a Bolt-Magister's Candidate Badge, but to be a Candidate, or a Bolt-Magister, required being a Magister, which meant not only would she be required to wear 2 Badges... but her choice of attire was that of a Bolt-Magister, which would have been perfectly acceptable, though still somewhat odd without the second Badge and silver rope about her arm showing her status... but there was one thing she forgot... The words from the lecture came back to him again; '...The weight of a feather'. The Ravens and Slayers each respectively carried a black or white feather on their person as part of their uniform. A distinguishing uniform item, she imagined herself... A person, who was not a Magister, wearing a Bolt-Magister's Uniform, with a legitimate Bolt-Magister Select's Badge from the most distinguished figure in the state, with a Slayer's headpiece. She no doubt appeared to be a graduated Slayer's Apprentice, without a Bolt-Gun. He thought about what he knew... What he'd been taught. The situation was not 'impossible' - The Slayer's Bolt-Guns were individually made for each graduated Apprentice by Rymont. It took time to complete the process and received the finished weapon. It was not impossible that perhaps her skill was of note by Rymont and she was given special exception. However the relationship between The Red Order and The Magisters was not exactly a pleasant one. While the Bolt-Magisters had a strong connection with their roots and often worked with The Slayers hand-in-hand, training with them to refine their mastery of their shared weapons, the vast majority of Magisters from other practices viewed them with warranted caution and hostility. Walking into D'Alice disguised as a member of the organization they feared and resented was either genius... or the most idiotic thing she'd done in a long time. She wondered how she should go about dealing with the situation, perhaps she could play it in her favor, however, Gelpman, the Senior Magister continued. " If you'd be so kind ma'am, I'd like to hear your reason for visiting today... only common courtesy, of course. Having an officer of The Red Order in D'Alice, well... It would cause a stir, no doubt. So please humor us. We can all see The Arch Magister has sponsored you, but that is not enough to put the common-man's mind at ease... I'm afraid we will have to suspend you and your friend's entry into D'Alice, until we hear more of this.. no doubt, enchanting tale." He couldn't see it. He couldn't see the twinkle and joy that once shined in the little-man's eyes. He couldn't see the Gelpman he knew, this was another man, with flint in his eyes, and dry words that stung with a certain disquieting tone. The world had hardened him, turned him into someone else. He couldn't see the friend he knew in the face of the man that stood before him. He saw a man with inquisitive-violent eyes, a certain twitch in his bottom right eye-lid where she noticed a deep scar that reached down to his neck, healed by magic and hardly noticeable except at close range. It had been where he was struck when Adair put him down after the strange unseen entity within The Hall possessed him. The wound had been mortal, he was sure of it at the time, and so he left him their to meet his fate.... yet here he was. Changed. But still very much alive...

The common students, Stewards and Magisters begun to clear away from the encirclement. The traders near-by begun packing their wares and closing their shops as if suspecting the encounter would not end peacefully.

<<WARNING>> <<WARNING>> <<WARNING>> <<Threat Detected>> <<Dynamic Defense Actions: Active>> <<Forced Assist Action: Retaliate - Ready>> <<Forced Assist Action: Retaliate - Standby>>

Master, it appears these men believe we are associated with some malicious plot involving this <<Izuna: Threat ID - 120%/150%>> X CALIBER intends to interrupt detected <<Threats>> using a 606 GRID: Counter Sword. Forced Assist from <<EAS>> using such high frequency processing will allow us to alter <<Causality>> while we render <<Metaphysical Actions>>. In essence, moving at a point that has yet to occur in <<Suspended Time>>, at a speed which you will be unable to define, called <<Sub-Time>> - It will be vary painful. Please brace yourself.

*((6)) <<Threats>> have been identified - Estimated Survival Rate of <<Threat>> over 6 Seconds: ((0.5%))
* <<Friendly Targets>> - Estimated Casualty Rate of <<Friendly Targets>> over 6 Seconds: ((80%))

[jamieth]

Aiko, Daughter of White

"A Red Order?!" Aiko looked at "Izuna" with the expression of shock that wasn't in the least fake, "is that...bad?" She looked at the Magister, "please tell me we're not on trouble... We only looked for a place to learn about this... All..."

[Desril]

Lu'naus'Fel

Annoyed at the interruption, Luna turns to Theresia, "Hold on a minute, it seems we have a slight complication, but this shouldn't take long to clear up," she tells the Child.

"Keep that on standby. 80% chance of friendly casualties is too high. We'll try to defuse this situation without blowing everything up."

Sighing, "What have we walked into now," she says glancing toward Nadia and Aiko. "Senior-Forge Magister, was it? To be honest...we have no idea what you're talking about. It's been less than a day since we left our home world. We only just met Izuna, and she was supposed to help us along so that we don't get ourselves lost." She pauses, glancing toward Izuna, "Why do you think she's a member of the Red Order? She's wearing red, but since when was color coordination proof of being in the military?" Cocking her head in earnest confusion, "And why does that matter? From what we've managed to piece together, the Order and Barionheim aren't opposed to each other, are they?"

[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

Nadia nods as the accusation is leveled
You know, I'm not even really surprised. You were being just a little bit too helpful for no good reason. Figures you'd be a member of the Order.
She turns to the Senior Forge Master
Sorry for any trouble. We're quite new to the area. Arch Magister Rymont told us to come here to learn what is what and who is who.

[Lazy Roman]

Son Of Mornings, Son Of Night, Seraph of The End


She raises her hand to her companions in an open palm like a commander tells their troops to halt. “Children!” He lets it hang for a moment in the air. Her eyes go over all them. Her gaze stops hangs on Nadia as she spoke. Her usually warm smile and eyes like an older sister caring for her siblings disappears from her face. “I’m getting sick and tired of your mouth. Learn your place before you get yourself turned to ash by someone I can’t or won’t protect you from.” Her breathing changes as her eyes budge out and releases a ferocious battle cry as he lunges at Nadia.

[Free Action: Suspend Night Soul Calamity]

Attack (Non-Lethal) - [Free Action: Ki-Breath/Wlid Cry/Onslaught/Tengiri]
[roll0]

Damage
[roll1]

Now the rest of you either attend to your friend or hush the grown-ups are talking.” She wipes Nadia’s blood off her knuckles with a handkerchief in her pocket and puts back on a sweet smile and turns back to Senior-Magister Gelpman. “I apologize for my traveling companion and that you had to see that. She hasn’t learned yet to not speak when not spoken to in the presence of Lords Chosen. But we’re both no strangers good to discipline and order or blood, Senior-Forge Magister. I don’t understand what there is to question Senior-Forge Magister. I am a Bolt-Magister candidate appointed by the Arch-Magister herself. I have yet to receive my bolt gun because it has yet to be completed. If I earn the right to be a Bolt Magister, The Arch-Magister promised me a special gift. I come here almost completely unarmed as sign of good faith while attending class but I suppose my feather still gave alarm. I apologize for all the commotion however before we proceed Senior-Forge Magister. I think we should speak in private if you wish to talk any further.”

[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
The Goldwalk; Outside of D'Alice - 7:23 AM, Wednesday
Arc: 1 - Bloody August


...The Hand Of A Righteous Man
The Forge-Magister's expression was stony and emotionless, his eyes un-moving from the strange 'Bolt-Magister Candidate' that stood before him. He looked at the Academy Guard at his side after the other he had not addressed finished speaking. "Chris..." "..Sir? " "If the suspects in question speak again - do silence them, please. This prattling is intolerable and can be had with The Inquisitor." The Magister nodded "Yes, Sir!" The Magister's gaze never even lay upon the others - but simply returned the cold look to the 'would-be Slayer'. " I do apologize for the unpleasantries, however I have little interest in the words of ignorant children - I'll leave such analysis in the hands of the professionals. Now, are you going to stand their Slayer or- "

Before he could continue, 'The Slayer' interrupted, instead ignoring his comment and speaking to her counterparts. His grip tightened on his rod as she spoke... he'd heard that overly haughty tone before as she spoke the first word - like a zealous preacher. He grabbed his staff with both hands, an uneasy feeling in his mind. It was then she let out her mad cry, her voice roared out with deafening cacophony - The very stone underfoot shattered and cracked. Then all was still... A blue hue of light covered the world and he saw the reflection of pale light move from The Slayer's figure to the woman beside her.
<<WARNING THREAT DETECTED!>>
(Sub-Round: 1)
He twisted his rod, the world paused. A pale green figure in the form of himself stepped forward, pointing his Apeiron Caliber at Nadia - "SHIELD!" The end of the staff split open, as two black rods sprung forward releasing an emerald orb of light that paused, then smashed into Nadia with blinding speed, covering her in a coat of transparent light-
(Sub-Round: 2)
Izuna pulled her hands close to her, as she unleashed her deafening roar, the energy began to build and simmer. The energy within her building, and smoldering til it was a maelstrom within her. With a scream the energy manifested - the ground exploded about her from the intensity of her spiritual pressure throwing rocks and debris up, only to freeze in place in the strange period of suspended time. Her hair and cloths flowed in the vortex of her own energy. Gelpman turned his hand on the rod altering the end of his staff into a short forked pair of rods protruding from its end. "MARK!" A flare of blue light, like a small bullet struck Nadia creating a small bead of light to be left on her chest. He tried to maintain his focus, completing the connection between his weapon and his target - then released his concentration. It all happened in a blur of motion.
(Sub-Round Ended)
The Slayer exploded into a flaming crimson light, as if she caught flame. Her hands burned with a dense etheric energy, the air shook as she howled out in an unbroken scream. Her hands clenched into fists of burning light, the tendons and veins in her neck stood taught, then she kicked off from ground with a thunderous explosion. She did not move, but rather, her figure exploded into light and re-manifested in the air above Nadia, descending like some furious demon.

TENGIRI: THE HEAVENS DIVIDE
She descended from the sky, crashing down like a stray meteor crashing down to the earth with explosive force. Her fist met Nadia's face before her feet came hammering down into the ground with a quaking explosion that through soil into the air. The blow would have easily torn the woman's body in two, yet a green flash of energy around her held her body together bracing her from the impact.

Izuna's fist came down and into the ground, like a fallen anvil. Nadia's body smashed into the crater of the ground, before rebounding from the ground, and flying through the air. She exploded through one of the merchant wagons sending it's owner flying out the side as the wooden stall exploded into a shower of splinters and metal. The green ward of energy deflected the bits of debris as she continued to rocket through the air, colliding with a tree, splitting it in half, it's massive top crashing down, as she collided with the ground, then shot back up into the air before entering a dizzing sidelong spin and crashing into one of the large hillsides that flanked the pathway of The GoldWalk. She met the large rock and and soil natural structure with an explosion of dirt, leaving a crater in the side of the hill. Her feet hung out of the hole like a strange pair of manikin's legs, the rest of her body not visible from within the hole she was buried in. She had lost consciousness long before her body had met the wall of soil and clay, it had all gone dark when the fist struck her.

Gelpman kept his Caliber trained Nadia's path as she flew, keeping his other hand out as if to direct her flight path. After she had landed in the hill, he pulled back his Caliber-Staff as if pulling on a fishing line. Nadia was pulled from the creator of earth and slid down the hill as if an invisible line connected her to his staff. A moment of silence passed... Then Nadia shook her head, finally coming to. The massive path of destruction laid out before her - the group some 300 ft away in the distance. The path of destruction had marred the grass, and left a clear trail showing the path she had flown. She'd never been struck so hard, she couldn't remember flying so far...
----------

Gelpman sighed, snapping the butt of his staff back down to the ground. He closed his eyes for a moment as if regathering himself. "...Gods be good.... You Slayers are all insane. you could have killed your friend! Ugh... ok. I get it. I get it. " Chris stood in wide-eyed shock stunned, his hands shook slightly as if traumatized. "Chris...Chris.....CHRIS!" The man shook his head, "S-Sir!? Yes, Sir!? " "These poor bastards are free to go... They obviously bit off more then they could chew, and have never dealt with Reds. The Slayer will come with me... I don't know how that girl is still conscious, but see you tend to her.... Okie, Slayer. Come with me."
*******

Gelpman walked beside Izuna beginning to move away from the group. Other Magisters at a distance had watched the exchange, they looked at the Slayer with dumbfounded expressions and terror. "Dammit... Why do you Reds always cause such a mess? One of yours came in earlier this morning - You're practically copies of each other. I stopped her, and what does she do? Punches her escort in the face after he gets spooked. It took 30 minutes to pick up what was left of him... goddam. I'm sure you know her - High Slayer August. She's in Barionheim looking for some wanted criminal who crossed The Reds... I'd hate to be that guy. I'm sure you'll see her in town. So.. common then." The continued to walk away down the path and rounding the corner. "What's your name and your story? More then one Slayer showing up at once. Not a likely coincidence... I'm warning you now. No 'Slayer' crap in town. No burning people. No taking heads. No punching people into gore-puddles, and all that other wacky sheit. Ok? We have rules here. You can leave that 'wild-west' vigilante crap at home." They rounded the corner of the path heading toward D'Alice.
*******

Two of the Academy Guards knelt down next to Nadia examining her wounds, healing her with strange emerald stones. She could feel the Lifeweaver Signet sustaining her from the crushing blow, the strange energy that had shielded her had all but faded away, it was unlike any magic she had seen before. There was no way she could have survived such a superhuman blow. Looking at the path of destruction from her flight path reminded her of that... there was so many things she didn't know about this world. She sighed as the wounds and bruises mended, the bones reset and the blood stopped ebbing from her nose and ears. It had all happened so fast, she couldn't even remember pain. Only the numbness as her consciousness was ripped away from her, and the frightening sense of powerlessness as she was cast down. The Magister pat her on the shoulder, "You're all patched up. I'm surprised you lived this long in a Slayer's company.... they're all like that. The one that came in earlier this morning killed her escort the same way. I was covered in...ughhh... it was terrible. The Senior Magister was prepared this time though. I'm glad he was here, or you'd be decorating The GoldWalk. You should keep your distance from their lot. Red with a white feather, means stay away. They're crazy, and will kill their own comrades for speaking ill of The Order, showing fear or weakness, or worse.... questioning their God. They're just bad news. It's hard to believe Barionheim is distantly related to that madness. Do you need me to help you walk?"


Nadia Status: - KO'ed -> Recovered -> Healed (Full HP)

[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

Nadia spits a glob of blood in the vague direction of Izuna. Her eyes were hard.
Like we said. We met her like, two minutes ago, tops. And I'm fine. Not even the hardest I've been hit today.
It had hurt, yes. But she was pretty numb to pain since she had been struck by End. She begins to walk back towards where Luna and Aiko are standing. She walks through the crater track. As soon as she comes in range for Luna to add her back into the Harem.
Tell your brother he hits like a girl.

[Lazy Roman]

Son Of Mornings, Son Of Night, Seraph of The End


“I do apologize Senior-Forge Magister for your distress and the distress of your fellow Magisters but the Red Order cannot tolerate that type of insolence and let it go unpunished. I thought it was more than merciful.” Her voices grows cold “The traditions and techniques that we employ are in the service Silent God. I hope you understand.” She takes a deep breath keeping besides Gelpman going back to being as joyful as ever. “I will be quick I do not wish to waste your time and my time is better served elsewhere for The Silent God.” She smiles then continues her story. “I thought you’d be more appreciative, Senior-Forge Magister. It’s not any secret who we are hunting, my associate is hunting for an old companion of yours. From what our intelligence said he left you to die all those ago here at Barionheim. I thought you should know The Foolish Ronin has resurfaced after all of these years.” She goes quiet letting her words sink in and gauge his reaction. “As for myself I am actually here on an unrelated task. I am here on Arch-Magister’s whim to study to become a Bolt Magister with the permission by the Red Order for the glory of The Silent God. However I was given orders from the Knight-Lord Executioner himself if he does show his head to capture or kill him. My current objective however is to find someone worthy of my Steward. I had hoped it would be one in my group however. They have been less than willing to work under me as Steward despite the great opportunity it is. I will be as peaceful as possible the only blood I shed is necessary for the service of the Silent God.”

[Desril]

Lu'naus'Fel

It took every ounce of combined willpower not to immediately test out their new weapon when Nadia was sent flying by another superhuman hit, but rationality won out in the end. If this really was Kal, then he knew better than to cause any permanent harm. Brother, or Sister, rather, or not, she wouldn't forgive...her...if she killed Nadia, and she knew it. So, Luna stayed her hand, and dashed after Nadia only seconds after she landed. "Kali, can you make us go any faster?" Not sure it would work, she nonetheless envisions herself soaring toward Nadia fast enough to create a sonic boom.

Once she lands, she looks worried until Nadia wakes up, none the worse for wear, and can't help but smile at her telepathic snarking. "Clever as that is, you know that all the strongest things we've met today were women. I'm starting to think 'hit like a boy' is the insult. Now come on, let's get back to the others if you think you can walk."

[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
The Goldwalk; Outside of D'Alice - 7:23 AM, Wednesday
Arc: 1 - Bloody August


...The Hand Of A Righteous Man The weapon seemed to analyse the events that unfolded frame by frame with walls of text scrolling by. Yet Luna could make out the command of <<Dynamic Defense: Standby>>. The weapon did not seemed to respond to the fact an ally or 'friendly target' was accosted by an identified <<Threat>>. Still she did not hesitate to pursue Nadia after she was struck down. After the command given to Kali the system seemed to spring into life.

Very well, Master <<Envision Engine: Active>>. <<Over Assist: Active>> forced <<Assist>> use will damage our <<Sync Rate>> but will be periodically repaired every 6 seconds. If <<Sync>> falls to ((50%)) please use with caution. Upon reaching ((30%)) <<Forced Assist>> or <<Over Assist>> actions will begin to damage your body. <<Envision Request: Received>> Processing. Processing. 90%..99%...Complete. <<Over Assist Process: Initializing>> With a sudden shocking charge through her body, she felt Kali's influence upon her body seem to wrap about her, reinforcing her legs and body. With a step off the ground, Luna exploded into motion. A sub-sonic wave exploding outwards, as she covered the distance in a single bound, crashing into the ground, sliding forward leaving deep gouges in the ground as her feet tried to bring her to a stop, plowing the dirt until she stopped in Knee-high holes. Nadia rose from the ground, the healing complete, the wounds closing. The Magister helped her up. "Well... That is unfortunate - bumping into a Slayer so randomly, only to be struck down by them as if it was an after thought..." <<Sync Rate Decreased to: 82%>>

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
The Goldwalk; Outside of D'Alice - 7:25 AM, Wednesday
Arc: 1 - Bloody August
The Senior Magister shook his head as they walked down the path through the forested area towards D'Alice "...It's like you Reds rehearse the same lines. Look... just keep your hands to yourself and we'll be square. I know you lot have your traditions and whatever - but we don't do that stuff here." He was quiet for a moment listening to his words. "...I see. Well, the sooner your people do what they got to do, the sooner they can leave. I don't know why Rymont would give you Candidacy... no offence, but you seem just like any other Slayer Apprentice to me. Not exactly the 'inquisitive-mind' that she looks for in a Magister. If you want a steward there's plenty of would-be's on the road to The Academy, take your pick. I don't know if you have any business in town, but I'd appreciate if you continued on to The Academy as quickly as possible. I'f prefer not to have more then one Slayer in town.... one is enough for any man. "

[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

I said girl. Not woman.
Nadia wipes some of the blood on her sleave, and looks at the Lifeweaver's Signet.
I owe Lady D'Aritel more than I thought.

[Desril]

Lu'naus'Fel

Chuckling at Nadia's correction, she shakes her head at the insanity of this situation as they make their way back to the others. "It seems you do, but...if Lady Alice gave you that ring then what is her connection to this place? She might not be a native to Golarion. It would explain her monstrous power, at least."

[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

Nadia considers.
It might explain why she gave it to me when the world began to end. If she suspected the Pathfinders were responsible, she would have sent as much power that way as she could.

[Desril]

Lu'naus'Fel

"Maybe...or perhaps she just knew what you were. We may never find out though. It will be a long time before we have the chance to go home, and by then, we may have forgotten about that entirely, especially if every day is as...eventful as today."

Nearing the others, she reestablishes the mental link with Aiko, adding her back to the harem. "She's okay. That ring she has seems to be able to bolster her ability to heal."

"We haven't even been here five minutes and we already found trouble...let's find some horses or something and get you home, Theresia, before something worse happens and delays us more than just a few minutes."

[Lazy Roman]

Son Of Mornings, Son Of Night, Seraph of The End


“Hmm…I understand. No love left between you and the ronin. Well I’ll be going. I will collect my Children and be gone. Good day to you Senior-Forge Magister.” She makes her way back to her group. “Come along Children we cannot tarry here.” She looks down at Nadia. “Welcome back to the world of the living dear. I hope I didn’t hurt ya too bad. Come along, for we cannot tarry here.”

[jamieth]

Aiko, Daughter of White

"Come with you?" Aiko blinks, "Why? We don't even know you, and I'm not really sure I want to know you... "

[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
The Goldwalk; Outside of D'Alice - 7:25 AM, Wednesday
Arc: 1 - Bloody August

...The Hand Of A Righteous Man
Gelpman waved a hand dismissively. "Fine. Fine. Whatever, but take it easy on the dumb kids. They obviously have no idea what they walked into, and your friend terrorizing my town isn't as 'nice' as you. - If you'd be so kind... get her in check as well. I can't have two Slayers running around breaking crap. So do whatever you're doing, and be on your way." He turned and continued on down the path towards town as Izuna turned about and headed back where she had came. Rei's voice spoke out from between the strange veil of consciousness that linked them. - "So... Izuna Hijikata, now? Slayers Apprentice and Bolt-Magister-to-be. I suppose it might be fortunate playing the 'villains' they fear - but I've been traveling in the company of The Red for many years now, since I left The Black. If you expect this disguise to hold before a genuine Slayer you need to refine your technique, as you are apparently sorely lacking in your knowledge of The Red... All Slayers above the rank of High Slayer are allowed to use their 'Worldly Names' freely - but those below almost explicitly only use their 'God Given Names'. The Slayer Name they were given upon receiving their feather after their resurrection. Each name is in reference to their holy scriptures and carries a meaning. A line of prayer given to them from which their name is derived which every Slayer can quote. It is a 'greeting' of sorts between them. Typically... impersonating a Slayer is, well... not possible. For for some reason, at some point in time, you truly were resurrected by The Silent God. Such leaves a very clear and distinguishing mark upon you, visible to the sight of a Slayer who look for it... You actually might manage to pull this charade off. But 'Izuna', as a Slayer Apprentice cannot refer to herself as such any longer. Many times - Most of the time... Slayers pass their names to their children when they come of age, continuing on their family's legacy of service. I turned by back on my father, and his precious traditions... but in the end, I fell away from The Black and was taken in by The Red as a Raven-Cross. Perhaps, it was fated to be. It's ironic, and somehow fitting. Now you can play the guise of the Slayer I never was, and my father could never make me be. The Slayer that I never was. So take my name, my father's name.... Slayer Knell."

"Slayer Knell - '...By Dawn and Wake does the Last Knell sound. The Lord's own hand no longer bound. To pluck The Night from the deepest depth. It's breadth now left, measured by endless strings. The sword now drawn, that Night doth brings. The Last Knell sounds and heralds all Fallen Kings. - Oh, Lord. That Thy Will Shall Be Done.' "
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The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
The Goldwalk; Outside of D'Alice - 7:30 AM, Wednesday
Arc: 1 - Bloody August
Luna and Nadia walked together back towards the path with the Academy Guard, Chris and his assistant. The upturned soil and bits of shattered timber and steel painted a scene of devastation. The trader far in the distance managed to recover and get to his feet, only to fall to his knees and beginning to weep seeing his destroyed trading stall. Many of his goods lay destroyed about the scene, obliterated from the superhuman blow. The Magister sighed, and gestured as if he was about to speak before he raised a hand bringing them to a halt. A cloud of black mist crashed down before them, a black cloaked figure emerging. As the mist faded a familiar face appeared. The Mid-Priestess, Tath. The two Magisters took defensive postures in front of Luna and Nadia. A gust of wind focused and solidified into Chris's hands, forming a long staff. "What business does The Black have here? I've seen more then my share of The Order today. " She crossed her arms, the long pointed half-crescent staff floating at her side. She ignored the Magisters completely instead speaking to Nadia. "So this is where you've gone? ...From White to Barionheim in a day is quite the feat. I assume this means you have decided against going to The Citadel? That is quite unfortunate... You seem well enough as well. Unfortunately, The Black has no authority in the territories of Barion, even less so in the State of Barionheim Proper. It would do well you mind yourself here dear Weaver. The Red has deployed a High Slayer here for reasons that are not truly known. The Knight-Lord Executioner as assured us it is in effort to capture a 'criminal' - however, the circumstances are... well, complicated. I fear you may well be walking into something quiet dangerous and more complex... I will escort you for a short while, but after this. You will be on your own, until you leave the territories of Barion. The Black will have no part in whatever gambit The Red is attempting to play at. Let us continue."

They continued to walk on, the Magisters not bothering to question the Priestess further understanding she would quickly be leaving. Master, <<Sync Rate>> has returned to ((99%)) - Additionally <<Threat ID: Tath - 60%>> and <<Threat ID: ??? - 90%>> have been added to our list of identified persons. Some unknown creature has been identified with <<Anima Class V>> access, baring her staff. The HUD will now be updated. A white light outline traced around a massive 8 ft creature that seemed to float above the ground invisibly carrying the Mid-Priestess's Staff. Additionally - <<Threat ID: Izuna>> displayed <<Threat: 200%>> capabilities while only displaying <<Threat: 120%>> potential. We are re-evaluating our threat analysis - we believe this is a miscalculation caused by an external energy yet identified by the <<SLS>>. This will be annotated for future audits. Please use caution. We are unable to correctly calculate <<Threat ID: Izuna>>.'

<<WARNING>> <<WARNING>> <<WARNING>>

Master, we've... detected an anomaly. <<Threat ID: Female #001 - 780%>> has been detected two-miles from our current location. We've detected a number of modified <<Dampener Arrays>> and <<SLS>> processes in addition to an unidentified field. We believe all of our current available Bolts will be rendered inert against this target. We require 808 Bolts to properly defend against this <<Threat>>. Proceed with extreme caution.

'Master... X CALIBER's analysis is rather disturbing. From what we can tell, a number of lesser threats are in the Town of D'Alice. While they are within except-able range for elimination, they seem to be organized under this identified Female-Threat who X CALIBER calculates at 780%. Based on the date, I believe she is a Bolt-Gun user. X CALIBER is no match for a true Bolt Gun.... or honestly, even a trained Bolt-Gun user with a Caliber. We are at an extreme disadvantage - and based on the heat sources detected and movement, we believe these Threats are <<Hostile>>. Master, we will be updating your map with the rough locations of these <<Hostile Threats>> however this display will not become accurate until we are within 100 ft... <<WARNING>> Master! Confirmed! D'Alice is under attack! <<Bolt Fire Detected>>'

A flash could be seen off far in the distance racing up into the sky. A red streak of light, the spiraled and whirled then intensified until it became a blinding ray of crimson sunlight that climbed high into the clear sky. The ball of energy that begun to expand at the fore of the streak of light raced out into the distant blue of the morning sky. Then... A flash from far above in the atmosphere. The shock wave unleashed from the sky came down like a semi-physical wall of force. The tree's lit aflame, the searing wall of energy hammered them all to the ground. The sky ran red with crimson light. The heat blackened the grass, and trees-
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The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
The Goldwalk; Outside of D'Alice - 7:55 AM, Wednesday
Arc: 1 - Bloody August
They woke upon the charred ground. Dazed, The Goldwalk was blackened, the trees were charred and lifeless.

The Reborn and The Daughter
The corpses of the two Academy Guards lay upon the ground smoldering, their skin burning and bubbling as if a magical flame ate away at their bodies. The grass they lay upon was brittle and blackened. There seemed to be no life around them. The trading stalls were ruins upon the ground, corpses of young students littered the pathway further away. A number of Magisters rose from the ground, wisps of energy discharging from their badges, others from their cloths. The Mid-Priestess rose from the ground, her staff still floating above. Processing. Processing. <<SLS>> <<EAS>> <<Envision Engine: Online>> <<Sync: 99%>> Minimal damage detected. Hostile <<Threat>> detected. Proceed with caution.

The White and The Seraph
Rei laid over Aiko shielding her from the blast. She looked up at the woman who had shielded her with her own body from the strange explosion. She couldn't understand what was going on, only the charred world around her, the cries of pain around her, the lifeless world around her - and the brief image of her Mother standing above them both with her scythe lifted into the air, looking down upon them like some forlorn guardian - then she was gone.

Izuna lay upon the ground the wounds she had sustained from the blast spilled blood upon the ground, her hat thrown to the ground, her hair burned, her skin charred pieces of wooden splinters from the destroyed stalls stuck out of her back. Then... the wounds closed. The blackened skin mended, her hair straightened and his vision returned. She knew the sensation well enough. She let out a while smacking off the dirt from her hand and putting it back on her head... The flaming feather mending. She didn't see Bolts like that often... It meant only one thing. Slayers. Real ones...

[Desril]

Lu'naus'Fel

Seeing the Mid-Priestess, Luna smiles, though she can't help but take a momentarily glance toward the invisible outline behind her. "Tath, we're glad to see you again. We were afraid that we wouldn't for a long time after leaving in a hurry like we did," she says. Doing her best to explain without actually explaining, "Something came up forcing us away from our original plan, and we felt that it might be in our best interest to do research here before heading to the Citadel," she continues, making sure that Tath understands they still intend to make their way there eventually. "But it is nice to have you with us for now."

"You can scan our memory, right? Can you detect threat levels from our perception back then? We think Izuna is Kal, what was his threat rating?"

Seeing the distraught merchant, Eris was about to move over to offer to pay for his damaged wares, the last thing they needed was more enemies blaming them for things that weren't their fault, but Kali's warning stopped her. "What do you mean it's under atta--"

****

Picking herself up off the ground, Luna quickly works to confirm that Nadia and Tath, the nearest pair, were unharmed before turning her attention to the rest of their group. Though it was over so quickly, she still noticed Rei move to cover Aiko and was glad that both of them were unharmed. At first, Izuna seemed less fortunate, but her rapid regeneration reduced Luna's concern as she runs over. "What happened?! That was a Bolt that went off! Why is D'Alice under attack!?"

"Kali! Mark the source that fired that Bolt if you can, we need to know who it was if we ever run into them!"

"This is what Bolts are capable of? How did we survive that?"

[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

Nadia isn't even surprised when Tath shows up. She waits until Luna reintegrates the priestess into the Harem before using that communication.
The Slayer over there decided to try and prove some kind of point.

**********

Nadia rises to her feet.
Good reactions. Now, which way do we run, and how do we get in contact with Rymont? She should probably know someone blew up her school.

[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
The Goldwalk; Outside of D'Alice - 7:30 AM, Wednesday
Arc: 1 - Bloody August

...The Hand Of A Righteous Man
Tath shook her head at Nadia's words. "Getting off a 'love tap' like that is 'benevolent' by a Slayer's standards. You're fortunate whatever 'point' she was trying to make wasn't being made by another. There is no reason for them to restrain themselves from putting a Bolt between your eyes... In fact, it would be more productive on their end to do such. Denying The Black a Weaver, Ward and former Deathweaver. It's three birds with one stone for them. Slayers do not believe you can be 'untainted' after such encounters like yours. A contrasting view unique to them. For all intents and purposes - you should be dead. I'm somewhat surprised you're not. Even from a Slayer Apprentice. Erase what remnants of law and security you once held out here. The civility of The Order does not reach this far, but the scorn of The Slayers does. I would recommend not speaking at all to a Slayer if you can help it. I doubt there is a 'satisfactory' answer you can produce to any of them. They live in a different world, with different rules and standards. Keeping your mouth shut is probably the safest solution. "

" I see. Well, you've chosen a poor time to come here. I suspect an operation by The Red is discreetly underway. You'd best conclude your business here and be off as soon as-" The voice spoke back in reply after a moment of silence, obviously comparing her data; Master, I've finished comparing our previous evaluation of your memory, and comparing the data we currently have. Results provide a ((85%)) chance that <<Kal>> was in the area at some point, however. <<Izuna>> displays starkly contrasting factors. Namely that her <<Anima>> is native to this current universe and displays a number of different, and unidentified energies which produce an estimated <<Match Rate>> of ((4%)). It is highly improbable that <<Izuna>> is <<Kal>> unless the later found a method to create a native creature, and possess said creature. However, this would still produce a match rate of ((15-20%)) as <<Soul Remnant Trace>> would still be evident. <<SLS>> detects this <<Izuna>> as a <<Soul Trace>> that has not been ID'ed until ((9 minutes)) ago. X CALIBER <<SLS>> was still active while in storage, allowing us to recover <<Kal: Threat ID - 120%>> and applicable information. Threat Level is very close to X CALIBER's initial evaluation of <<Izuna>> however, we have determined beyond all reasonable doubt after she displayed <<Threat 200%>> capabilities that this initial evaluation was incorrect. Match rate of ((4%)) disqualifies <<Izuna>> as a match. Currently Master, your Match Rate is ((8%)) - double that of <<Izuna>>. You display many of the same signatures and energy types as your brother to include a distantly similar <<Anima>>. I do not believe <<Izuna>> is <<Kal>> unless the later has ceased to exist in the previously defined state of existence that was previously observed. In which case, evaluation would not be possible until this alternate state is defined. The sky turned red as the Bolt streaked into the sky. The Mid-Priestess fell to a knee throwing her hand out towards her staff which rose into the air as the explosion's shockwave came down upon them.
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The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
The Goldwalk; Outside of D'Alice - 7:30 AM, Wednesday
Arc: 1 - Bloody August

Tath rose to her feet, her staff coming into her hand. "...Ugh. It looks like it's time to go. That blow destroyed my Wards. I recommend you fall back away from the town for now. The Senior Bolt-Magisters were already on the road to return to The Academy for the preparations of the school's new semester. No doubt Rymont already knows someone was firing Bolts in her city, and the Senior Magisters will ne here in a few minutes. It would more then likely be in your interest to wait for their arrival - or leave. I cannot aid you if you choose to continue further. "

Processing. Processing. Complete. Master, data has been gathered on the incident and the source <<Marked>>. Source - <<Threat ID: Slayer - 780%>> is currently heading out of the local area. Bolt fired - 808 C. NOVA, Detonation from surface - 198,000 ft, Recoil: 10x

' Master.... C. NOVA Bolts are Vintage Series ammunition. The detonation is estimated to have been approximately 10 miles wide. If that had been fired on the surface, no doubt, everything within the blast radius would have been eliminated. However, the Threat fired the Bolt into the air - into space, instead...Which is more concerning. Bolts with <<Recoil 5x>> are very likely to kill the individual firing if fired directly from the ground, into the air. <<EAS>> can help mitigate this damage - however <<Recoil 10x>> Bolts are assured to kill you upon firing regardless of the position fired. A portion of the Bolts energy is discharged through the Bolt-Gun or Caliber in addition to the force of firing. <<EAS>> can not mitigate this. Yet, our scan detects the Bolt-User is still alive, and generally unharmed after firing directly from ground-to-air. This means that user is operating <<SLS>> and <<EAS>> manually in addition to being capable of sustaining such damage with little or no repercussions... I advise extreme caution. Do not approach D'Alice until marked Threat has left the local area. We are incapable of defending ourselves against such an outrageous combatant.' The HUD marked a large red circle on her map, moving away from the town.

A line of men carrying steel boxes rushed down the path. They wore fine red leather double-breasted vests and slacks. The four men, wore badges on their left side with identical red crescent-sigils. A tall woman in a red uniform and half-cloak walked behind them. She stood 6'1'' tall, with a massive white 'cannon' of a white rifle with clockwork rigging and a large red bow, she carried over one shoulder. The massive gun was taller then her, with a massive 2 inch wide barrel. She pushed up her glasses as she surveyed the destruction while sitting on a steel box, obviously taxed from carrying the heavy weapon. It took a half second to register before Luna revived the <<SLS Detection>> notification. The massive gun was a Bolt-Rifle... The men hurried up to her as they put down the boxes to tend to her. She swatted them away with the butt of her weapon as if it was a massive fly-swatter. "You idiots! Don't tend to me! Tend to the injured, and let me catch my breath!" She seemed to be breathing heavily as if she had been running heavily. She looked up at the Mid-Priestess with an inquisitive expression on her face, no doubt wondering what she was doing this far from home. Tath turned back around to Luna and Nadia, "Fortunately it seems the Bolt-Magisters have arrived earlier then expected. I must take my leave now - They will no doubt begin rescue operations immediately. Do what you will. I will not return again while you are in Barionheim. I recommend you stay with them until things settle down. Good luck." Tath tapped her staff on the ground vanishing into a black mist.
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The uniformed men went about aiding those still alive, making a point to avoid the Slayer. Rei stood up lifting Aiko from the ground, surveying the destruction. Luna and Nadia finally managed to reach the Goldwalk's path again. There was not many who were completely uninjured like themselves.The strange Magister pushed up her glasses as she walked towards them, taking a look at the group, stopping in front of them just as Z'Ress punched her way out from under a pile of rubble pulling out Theresia with her. The Magister took a look at the group. " Well now... This is quite the interesting group. A Raven's Ward, a Slayer Apprentice... some kind of demoness? ...A child, a L'Athyik Yila, a Terran, and... a human, I think. Pleasure to make your acquaintance everyone! ...except you Slayer, we'll talk after this is over. I'm Senior Bolt-Magister Yili Pa'Ray - you can just call me Magister Yili. So... I see you're all, generally unharmed. Bravo, bravo. I'm sure you must all be quite accomplished individuals to come out of that unscathed. However, as you can see, not everyone was so lucky as you... So who's interested in a little 'search and rescue'? I could use some extra hands."


Senior Bolt-Magister: Yili Pa'Ray
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[Desril]

Lu'naus'Fel

To Kali, Luna ponders silently. "Interesting...we have an idea, but we'll have to ask Mother about it later. There are more important concerns. Right now, I want you to try and identify all the survivors of that blast that you can and keep us appraised of their condition if possible. And let us know as soon as the Slayer leaves the area." Doing her best to visualize something still so alien to her, she pictures a map with green, yellow, or red lights depending on how dire their immediate need.

"Try to keep in touch," she tells Tath. "We'll get to the Citadel eventually. We'll keep Nadia from getting herself killed until then."

While Kestal was concerned about those she was traveling with, she didn't much care for anyone else in the area. As such, when the Bolt-Magister asked for aid, while Eris was quick to volunteer, "We'll do what we can, but we don't have much in the way of treating the injured. We should be able to locate them and pull them free of ruble but..." She looks to Aiko, not wanting to give away the cleric's ability but hoping she'd volunteer as well. "But the Slayer that fired the Bolt is still there. It'll be dangerous to go into the city."

If she's not given any more specific instructions, Luna makes a dash for the nearest survivor in the worst condition, envisioning herself moving swifter than an arrow. "Kali, move us as quickly as possible with only minimal damage to our synchronization."

I thought you weren't interested in helping them?
I'm not, but if we're going to do this then we might as well use it for practice.

[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

Nadia watches as Luna begins to rapidly recover survivors.
I, meanwhile, should be able to help treat the wounded.
Calling upon her knowledge of the signet she bears, she begins to channel her own life force into the wounded. Normally, it would have been a dangerous process, but the Signet itself was able to sustain her.

Using Lifeweaver's Gift to heal people, waiting between uses to let the Fast Healing patch me up.

[jamieth]

Aiko, Daughter of White

"It's such a shame, Magister YiLi..." Aiko looks down, "I was a healer back home, but... I used up most of my poweer earlier today, and what's left is reliant on..." she pauses, remembering an expression, "pre-constructed expressions of energy, and I was told it won't be wise to use them..."

[Lazy Roman]

Slayer Knell

“Slayer Knell…alright I like it.”

***

Perception check
She opens her eyes and almost shocked to see or hear anything at all. She sits up as she begins to heal and does a quick look over herself and equipment to make sure she is still in one piece. Once ensuring everything is still there. She gets to her feet and quickly surveys her companions make sure they all look alright. “Is everyone still breathing?”

***

He looks over at Luna as she shouts out. “It looks like the other Slayers operating in town have decided to nuke the place and everyone in it. They might be after you as well as the Ronin.”

***

Perception check
She nods understand their dilemma. “Understood Magister Yili. She looks around takes a quick survey of the area. “Listen up any casualties that are movable bring them back here. I suspect that isn’t the last explosion but hopefully the worst is over. This area is at the edge of the explosive range and can act as a casualty collection point. If they can’t move leave them for Nadia or another healer to take care of so they can be moved farther back out of immediate danger. Lets move. Stay close to someone who can protect incase of another explosopm” She takes off breaking through Earth and stone to rescue people out and brings them back out using his teleportation and shadow walk abilities.

[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
The Goldwalk; Outside of D'Alice - 8:30 AM, Wednesday
Arc: 1 - Bloody August

...The Hand Of A Righteous Man:
The Battle of D'Alice - Part I: The Goldwalk Offensive
Characters have gained a Level
At Bolt-Magister Yili's request, the group sprung into action. Luna dashed about with an increased rate of speed, the message displaying on her HUD <<EAS: 1% Assist>>. Even still, she was fleet of foot, able to move a three times her normal speed just with the minor assistance Kali provided. It reinforced her muscles and joints, allowing her the strength to carry the wounded and move the ruins of the destroyed path-side marketplace. Many of the traders were wounded, but not dead, thanks to the cover provided by their trading stalls.

Slayer Knell moved at a blinding pace, her movements were impossible to track as she vanished in clouds of shadowy smoke and rapidly returned with the wounded, gathering them at the central location they had established where the Stewards of the Magister had placed their large steel chests. They gave one of the emerald crystals they produced from the steel box to Aiko, and used them to begin healing the gathered casualties with the Weaver, Nadia. Magister Yili had set up a position on top of a large tree that had not been leveled from the blast, though it was bare of leaves and left blackened. She aimed her massive Bolt-Rifle down-range towards the town adjusting her scope and using it to scout ahead. After a short while The Forge-Magister Gelpman returned from the path ahead, he leaned on his staff heavily, but generally seemed unharmed. Behind him he dragged a sheet of wood tied with rope that carried three men, with the assistance of one of his Stewards. The pulled the rope-sled to the gathering. Magister Yili spoke down to him as he came to a stop, taking a knee on the ground. "It's not looking good ahead. How is D'Alice? " The Forge-Magister looked up into the tree with a sigh, "Fortunately the town was shielded from the blast. The Red Swords and The Academy Guard are holding the town, but are held at bay from a strange enemy I've not seen before. The High Slayer and her lot are leaving in pursuit of something. It appears The Red Colonel, Hansreich is holding the line, however, it appears it is only a matter of time before they are overrun. The Goldwalk is also swarming with the creatures as well, but we managed to get the last of the wounded out of their before we were surrounded. If we don't clear The Goldwalk... " "If The Goldwalk falls, then the city will be overrun... eh? It looks like we'll have to clear the place out, and rendezvous with the others. The Senior-Bolt Magisters will be here shortly, we'll set up a defense here, but we need to prepare to launch an offensive while the enemy is still unaware of us." "Yili... what the hell is going on? I thought it was The Reds raising hell again, but I've never seen this type of enemy before. " "Don't sweat the small stuff, shorty. We'll figure it out later. For now, at least we know we're not at war with those loons again... No offence, Slayer-girl." She pointed down at her Stewards. " Gents, start moving the debris and setting up a defensive parameter.... And you lot!" she pointed at the strange group of unharmed individuals. "By my authority as Senior Magister, I'm conscripting you lot into service for the defense of D'Alice. Fear not, if you live you'll be properly rewarded. Welcome to 'The Goldwalk Offensive'." She dropped out from the tree, and kicked open one of the steel boxes while slinging her massive rifle. She took out a small steel box, walking over to Aiko. "So, you were a caster in your world, hm? Well, fortunately I can make use of that... With this little thing." She opened the box, taking out a grey twisted band of metal, she slapped it onto Aiko's wrist where it dissolved and formed a golden band of light on her wrist. "This is just a Training-Kast for the classes, but it will do. Needless to say - I'm going to need that back. The students will need them, ha." She took out another wide box, opening it on top of the other large steel box. A massive array of colorful fine-cut clear crystals were lined out in a large selection. She took out a handful of the gems and tossed them at Aiko. The gems filled with small pea-sized orbs of golden light, and begun to spin around Aiko in an orbit, as if a strange magnetic force set them into motion. Magister Yili took out more of the gems and tossed them into orbit as well. They danced around the cleric like a school of fish. " That's Emlae, type of crystal that will allow you to convert Anima into dynamically constructed sequences of energy. Notice you have Three Colors - Red - Green - Gold. Red is 'Offensive' - Green is 'Regenerative' - Gold is 'Support'. You have 20 of each. Simply grab a crystal with your off-hand, press the gem to your wrist- point your extended fingers at your target. Envision the desired result. The crystal will require you 'commune' with it - similar to a wand or other magical device. If successful, the result will be produced to a degree, based on your ability to attune to the crystal and transform the gathered energy into the desired effect. The effects will... no doubt be less impressive then what you have in mind, considering it's only a Training Kast, with an inexperienced user and mediocre Emlae. But it should be enough to deal with the fodder ahead. The Kast will provide you basic guidance, as it is designed for training use anyways. Great a time as any to practice, ha."


A bangle of light attached to Aiko's wrist, allows her to use Emlae Shards.
x20 Crimson Shards (Attack)
x20 Emerald Shards (Regen)
x20 Golden Shards (Support)

*UMD is a Class Skill while equipped (With minimum: 1 Rank)
*Attunement = d100+UMD
*Anima Conversion= d100+UMD
(Shards = Single Use / Attunement + Anima Conversion Rolled on Use / Envision desired effect)

Magister Yili look at the Slayer, "Eh. It's not like you need anything, Red. Shorty, you still got 707 SHIELDs? " The short Forge-Magister nodded. " Good, hit Raven-Ward girl with that." He slid out a large bolt from his belt, dropping it into the top of his staff and giving it a sharp twist. The weapon issued a 'Clink', the hammer drawn back. He pointed the staff at the Weaver, and twisted the rod, firing the Bolt, a cloud of golden smoke exploding from the rear. The energy from the 'barrel' of the staff stuck her, coating her with a strange sapphire light. The Bolt-Magister, slid out a gem from her pocket while pointing her extended hand at Nadia and pressing the large golden crystal to her wrist. A massive glyph appeared around her wrist, then multiple smaller glyphs of light in front of her hand. "...Perpetuate. " The energy of the Bolt's effect seemed to form an aura of pulsating sapphire light around her. "That should do. Feel free to get punched in the face, just don't catch a Bolt by accident and you should be able to soak up whatever those things down their are throwing out.... So then." She looked over them, nodding in approval at her own work. "The Goldwalk Offensive will be formed of Slayer-girl, Terran-chick, Light-wing-girl and demon-babe." She pushed up her glasses with a smirk. " The rest of us will be holding this location as our primary operations point. If you're wounded, return here. I'll provide ranged support as you make your way through The Goldwalk." She took another gem and pressed it to her wrist, sweeping her hand over them. "Link." An aura of light rained down on them like golden flecks of dust. " You're now able to communicate with each other via 'Envision' - There's no range limitation, so I will be providing Overwatch-support and letting you know what you're going to be running into. Your orders are simple. If you're in danger, hide. If you're hurt, run. All casualties should be out of the area, so the only ones you have to worry about are yourself, the enemy - which is apparently some strange foreign creatures, and other friendly combatants as they come in behind you. Simple yes? I've counted 30 or so enemies in the immediate area - your job, kill all the bad guys, so we can save the good guys trapped in town. Show me what you got... Call it.. 'Academy Auditions', haha. " She pushed up her glasses, flipping her Bolt-Rifle off her back, and firing a shot off as a creature came around the bend of the hill. It was instantly liquefied spraying the grass and pathway with a deep purple inkor. She turned several of the clockwork-cogs on her weapon making minor adjustments with a vary satisfied look painted across her face. Their ears were ringing from the shamelessly loud 'cannon', of a gun. She adjusted her glasses with a playful smile, "Well now, shall we begin?"

[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

Nadia almost laughs as she is conscripted.
You act like we need to be compelled to help. I'm more than happy to help.
She draws Ankyron from her side
Is my blade going to need reinforcement from your magic to be of use here? I'm well trained in hand to hand, but I prefer to have a blade in hand.

[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
The Goldwalk; Outside of D'Alice - 8:30 AM, Wednesday
Arc: 1 - Bloody August

...The Hand Of A Righteous Man:
The Battle of D'Alice - Part I: The Goldwalk Offensive
The Bolt-Magister looked at Nadia's sword, then Nadia, then back to her sword. She pushed up her glasses, and gave a shrug. "Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt. Are you skilled with that length of steel? The creatures ahead, seem to be primarily focused on melee as well." She turned around and shuffled through a box, taking out another golden crystal. She pressed it to her wrist, causing her hand to glow and the gem to disintegrate into a fine dust. She tapped the side of her blade, causing it to glow, and become a length of golden light. "Hm. That should do, though it will only last for half an hour, I'm sure you can put it to good use. Just kill as many of the things as you can before then. There are plenty." The blade resonated with intense energy that surged through her sword arm by simply holding the weapon.


Enchantment: Awakened: Enchantment Bonus +20
-Additional Movement Action
-Additional Attack (Use Highest BAB)
Duration: 30 minutes (Started 8:30 AM)

[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

Nadia grips the blade lightly, slashing a few times at the air to grow accustomed to the enhanced blade.
I was trained extensively back home, though i haven't had much chance to test myself since I left. The one fight I was in, I'm not sure if I won or simply surprised my opponent enough that they surrendered. They didn't expect me to put up any fight at all.
She grins
I guess we'll see how it sits now.

[jamieth]

Aiko, Daughter of White

"Thank you, Magister YiLi", Aiko bows, accepting the Kast, "I admit it is very unusual for me, and I hoped to learn this kind of power in less stressful circumstances, but is is nor for me to choose, I suppose... Let's see how it works..."

Grabbing a golden gem, she points a finger at Nadia and whispers, remembering how her magic worked back home, "let my faith become your armor..."

[Desril]

Lu'naus'Fel

Unable to conceal the grin, Luna winks at the Bolt-Magister at 'demon-chick' and moves watches as Nadia's blade receives its upgrade. Impressed with the ease in which it was transmuted, it's still Aiko who she looks at jealously. "Well, I suppose that's only fair," she says as she draws X-CALIBER, "We're stronger now than we were with our spells in any case...now I suppose we'll just have to see how strong that means."

When the Overwatch support goes into effect, they test it out. "Nadia's right, you know. We would've helped regardless. But don't worry, we know a way you can make it up to us once we've eliminated the enemy, Kestal says, taking over with a suggestive tone that Aiko and Nadia must recognize. "We'll go in front, let us know if you two need backup!"

True to their word, Luna dashes off toward the town. "Kali, mark these thirty enemies that are supposed to be here and give me their threat ratings. We'll head for the strongest group that you're certain you can handle as a test run!"

[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
The Goldwalk; Outside of D'Alice - 8:30 AM, Wednesday
Arc: 1 - Bloody August

...The Hand Of A Righteous Man:
The Battle of D'Alice - Part I: The Goldwalk Offensive
Aiko pressed the golden fragment to her wrist where the golden band glowed while she pointed at Nadia with her straight hand, much like she had seen the Senior Bolt-Magister do only moments before. The stone disintegrated turning into a charged golden light at the end of her hand. With a silent glow it dissipated creating a circle around the Weaver. The circle spun up from the ground erecting a massive pillar of light. The storm of golden sunshine dimmed and left the Weaver colored in a golden hue, as if dyed in a pool of golden energy. She glowed with a strange celestial aura, a golden halo floating flat behind her back, like a wheel.

The Bolt-Magister blew a high whistle as she pushed up her glasses genuinely impressed. She looked over to Aiko "Perfect synchronization... What's your name girlie? You might make a fine Magister."


Attunement: 100%
Anima Conversion: 42%
Celestial Aegis I: +42 Deflection Bonus to AC
Duration: 1 Hour

[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

Nodding her thanks to Aiko, Nadia takes wing following Luna
Do you ever think of anything else?
As she follows along behind her companion, she keeps her eyes open for any threats they may pass.

[Lazy Roman]

Slayer Knell


She uses her link with Rei to communicate with her. 'I'm probably about to talk to real slayers any information I might need to keep this charade up?'

“Don’t fear Magister Yili, I, Slayer Knell Slayer-Apprentice of The Red Order and Bolt Magister Candidate chosen by the Arch-Magister herself shall reinforce The Goldwalk and provide a counter offensive with my blade. I will repel these wretched heathens back to depths from which they came.” She waits till everyone is down with their preparations. “Okay if everyone is ready and done powdering their noses? Let us move out. Remember Children, stay close to avoid being split up and over run. When you come to blade to blade with someone your best defense is the friendly blade next to you. I will push ahead as our recon force. If you need help use our new envision link. By the glory of the Silent God we shall prevail this day.”

She takes off towards the Goldwalk with Luna. “Hey Luna make sure to watch out for me when you shoot that thing alright sister? I don’t want are first real fight to be spoiled with friendly fire, mother wouldn’t approve.”

She clears obstacles with her heaven step and slowfall. She uses her blindsight to give her an idea of what is ahead.

As Slayer Knell enters combat she activates: Wild Talent, Acrobatics, Ghastly Cloud, Fearsome & Fearless, Iaijutsu focus, Quickness, Ki Breath, Wild Cry, Onslaught, Unnatural Evasion, Uncanny Luck, Retaliate

[jamieth]

Aiko, Daughter of White

"Thank you, Magister YiLi..." Aiko stares at her feet - the only way she can conceal a wide smile on her face, "My name's Aiko, but... it might just have been, what's called, a beginner's luck, still... for a training equipment, the power of this Kast is impressive. I'll do my best to master it..."

"Anyone still hurt?" she calls out, after bowing to the Magister once again and stepping away, reaching for the emerald shard. Need to check how it does for actual healing...

Sad... no, wail, luckily, it appears everyone who was in need of aid already received it, and Aiko had no choice but to head forward cautiously, keeping Nadia and Luna in sight as much as she could and checking whether they were in need of help. She really didn't want to use the red shards while she had a choice...

[Desril]

Lu'naus'Fel

After gathering up all the known survivors, Luna finally turns her head to Theresia and Z'Ress. "Sorry things turned out like this. Looks like our path is blocked right now. We'll clear out these creatures that got in the way and see you two home as quickly as we can." Glancing to Z'Ress, "We won't ask you to fight too, but if you want to stretch a little, we would appreciate the help."

To Nadia, "Of course we do, but why waste effort on things that aren't as enjoyable? What's the point in living a boring life when there's so much...possibility," she answers.

To 'Slayer Knell' "Of course. We'll do what we can to avoid hurting anyone on our side, it's a trial by fire, if we kill our friends or die, we failed. But are you sure we should talk about this, sister?"

[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
The Goldwalk; Outside of D'Alice - 8:30 AM, Wednesday
Arc: 1 - Bloody August

...The Hand Of A Righteous Man:
The Battle of D'Alice - Part I: The Goldwalk Offensive
The Bolt-Magister nodded as Luna prepared to depart "Sounds fair, try not get yourself killed out their." The trio of women raced off, with Aiko behind them after she had confirmed the wounded had been treated.

The Bolt-Magister looked to Rei "You not going?" The Terran shrugged, "...I am... We are. When we're ready." She struck the ground with her fist, unleashing a strike of black energy, vanishing in the surge. "Heh, fancy." She turned back to her chests, sliding out a long box, and climbing back in her tall tree perch. She box's bottom flipped down leg stands with small spikes she hammered into the tree trunk, setting up a rest for her rifle, she opened one side of the device, producing a sliding draw fitted with a number of vary large bolts. She adjusted the scope on her weapon, and chambered a round, looking trough the scope and down the half mile expanse of The Goldwalk. "...Lets get the fun started." She pushed up her glasses.
*************

Luna raced ahead, reaching the bend where the Magister had blasted the strange creature, Izuna was already at her side, vanishing in mist and mysteriously reappearing as they went. The HUD began to populate with a series of markers. Master, we've detected 35 hostile targets moving a large group. She heard gunfire in the distance. It seems a group from D'Alice has successfully managed to break from the encirclement and set up a defensive front at the enemy's rear just up ahead. They seem to be armed with high-powered <<Longrifles>>. There location as secured us a strategic advantage, as The Goldwalk narrows ahead between a mountain-pass. This would be an idea location to engage them-

<<WARNING>> <<WARNING>> <<WARNING>> <<Æther Gate: Signature Detected>>

' Master, a number of rifts hidden beyond the mountain range have been detected. Number of detected <<Threats>> has increased to 40. We believe the enemy is coming from these locations. We will mark them on the map, however, these are only estimated positions. We will need to get closer before <<Dynamic Defense>> is able to properly identify their position within a ((0.5%)) margin of error.'

<<WARNING>> <<Bolt Fire: Detected>> Identified enemies have decreased to 30.

A streak of light raced across the sky, like a spear of golden energy. It stretched off into the distance cleaving a path of devastation between the mountain range in the distance. " This is 'OverWatch' - You're welcome ladies. It looks like there's a lot more of the things then we thought. Working on identifying the source. The enemy is some white.. uh, monster-type-deal. Nasty looking buggers. A half-dozen D'Alice Guard have managed to take The Goldwalk's South-End, a small gated patrol point before the mountain pass into D'Alice. It looks like they're managing to hold off the enemy with some... help? Creatures from the Forest of Ash to the east have started attacking the enemy as well... I guess try not to shoot any, wolves and bears while you're out their, they seem to be holding the things off somewhat. "


The Goldwalk; The South-End - 8:31 AM, Wednesday
Arc: 1 - Bloody August

...The Hand Of A Righteous Man:
The Battle of D'Alice - Part I: The Goldwalk Offensive
The South-End came into view. A small wooden fort, that could perhaps have been a homey 'cottage' if not for the chaos in the distance. A super-massive bear, a goliath of muscle and fury, standing 35 ft from paw to shoulder lumbered past them. Its eyes were bluish light, with blue mist pouring from its mouth and empty eye-sockets. It's massive claws were the size of jagged short-swords. It looked at the group of women with passing interest and lumbered past them, it's steps made the earth quake underfoot as it quietly passed.

The black-uniformed D'Alice Guards raced across the roof of The South-End, two Guards with Longrifles, fired off into the distance towards the mountain pass that lay ahead as the others moved supplying them with a constant supply of ammunition. Combat could be seen in the distance, where a small number of the colossal animals had met the enemy at the entrance of the mountain path. They seemed to be holding out fairly well, stopping most of the creatures from advancing while the D'Alice Sharpshooters picked off the strange creatures in the distance. They seemed almost... reptilian. It was difficult to tell from their distance, but they were unlike creatures they were familiar with. A black-uniformed Guard ran to the edge of the improvised 'fort's' roof, looking down at the group. She spoke out to them as they came closer. "We saw the Bolt, have the Senior-Magister returned? We're running low on ammunition. There's an ammunition store below The South-End, but we've gone through half of it already. The North-End Gate has a store of ammunition as well, but we couldn't get to it before 'The Grey Cutters' noticed us. I'm Captain Gisela of The D'Alice Guard. "

" This is 'OverWatch' - It looks like you've met up with the group on South-End. It's not looking good out their. I've managed to locate a number of sources the enemy is coming from. It looks like this might take awhile to cull this attack. I'd recommend trying to reinforce and capture positions around D'Alice."

Master, detected threats have increased to 50. I do believe we will need to launch coordinated attacks to stem this horde.

[jamieth]

Aiko, Daughter of White

"My, my..." Aiko shakes her head upon seeing the colossal beast, "Nadia... Let Arshea grant you strength..." she whispers, pushing another golden shard into her wrist. That done, she takes a moment off to reply to the Guards, "We've been sent bu Magister YiLi to assist with protecting the town. Or... what's remained, at least. We're not familiar with the ground, though... any advice?"

[Mornings]

T'larryo Chuth - The Forest of Shattered Ash
(World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
The Deepwood; The Sleeping Forest - ?:?? AM/PM
Arc: 1 - Bloody August

...The Hunter's Spirit
She wondered how long it had been since they had come here. Perhaps a thousand-thousand years. It had been so long ago her husband had gifted the strange soul new life. Time mattered little to her, but still she could feel the weight of its passing. They had trained him to protect the creatures of the forest, and he had learned well. He was The Hunter, the predator, the ferocious guardian of The Deepwood and a creature born pay tribute to them with the sacred blood of worthy prey. But now her brother had returned to his grove in The Deepwood. He was but a breeze, a dark wind, soundless and sinister. He had always been dark, but she loved him still - now it was time to release The Hunter from his duty. They had played and hunted together for so very long. Her body had become older, her power manifesting stronger then ever before in his physical body.

She often road the massive wolf's back as they hunted together. They had spent many good years living together - free from care, free from the world of men. They lived with The Children of The Forest - who hunted like they did, wild and free. They did not speak very often, but lived in mutual harmony. She would miss these days...

Together they bid there farewells to Alvis'nel, her dear brother, born of darkness and wind. The Guardian of The Deepwood, once more. They left together. The Spirit of The Forest cried out pointing to some time far away. A threat to be crushed, prey to be hunted, commanded so by The Spirit herself. They marched out from the Deepwood, hundreds of years blinked by in their march, the beasts of the forest rallied at their side. The Children walked with them as they reached The Outer Forest. Yes. It was time to hunt again... She strung her bow while sitting upon the great beast's back, smiling as the sky ran red from Bolt-Fire. The wave passed through them like a breeze, rustling the leafs upon the trees. She fit an arrow to her string, a green wind beginning to surround build around it. She drew back the longbow - a storm was returning to the world, carried by this emerald gale. She fired.

The creatures stormed forth from the forest to battle the strange creatures that lay ahead. The old wolf crouched down and leaped into the sky as if carried by wings.

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
The Goldwalk; The South-End - 8:31 AM, Wednesday
Arc: 1 - Bloody August

...The Hand Of A Righteous Man:
The Battle of D'Alice - Part I: The Goldwalk Offensive
Aiko snatched another golden crystal from the air, projecting another empowering stream of light at Nadia. This time the display was far less impressive, as light circled around the Weaver, fortifying her body. Her figure seemed to swell, as muscle built spontaneously giving her a slightly broader appearance. The light flickered out, without much of a display.


Attunement: [54%]
Anima Conversion: [74%]

Greater Strength I: +18 Enchantment Bonus to Strength
Duration: 30 min (Started 8:31 AM)

The Guard Captain looked down at them curiously as Aiko released the energy empowering Nadia. "You're training to be a Magister? I hope you have something a bit bigger in those crystals of yours."

" The town is encircled by The Wall, that large mountainous ridge you see their. There is only two entrances to D'Alice. Here, from South-End, and on the otherside, North-End. The 'forts' protect the only paths in or out. Currently it seems The Grey Cutters, our unknown enemy, are within The Wall on the southern-side. Colonel Hanreich is holding a defensive line at the edge of the town as civilians are evacuated out of North-End, which we have secured with the assistance of The Reds. The four hills that surround us, provide narrow paths around the city and The Wall. We managed to sneak out of North-End before being spotted, forcing us to leave quickly. Our main focus is holding South-End while pulling as much of the enemy attention as we can to afford civilians time to retreat."

"This turned in our favor when the furr-balls started pouring out of the forest. Still we have yet been able to launch a full offensive against the creatures. However, it looks like the Bolt-Magisters will arrive before our ammo stores are depleted. I know it's a lot to ask, but if Magister Yili sent you down here, it wasn't to play defense. If we can take the pass and strike them in the back, we might just turn this whole thing around before they have the chance to breach the city. Use this opportunity to break through while the forest creatures hold them at bay. We'll cover you from here."

" This is 'OverWatch' - That's Captain Gisela of The D'Alice Guard. Her sharpshooters are good shots also. This is probably as good as good a time as any to try and push through the pass and strike at the heart of the enemy. It looks like there is a 'gate' of some sort where they are spawning from. Some kind of inter-planer.. inter-dimensional-breach or something. I doubt you can close it on this side. You'll probably have to go in and shut down whatever is making it. Just, try not to get trapped inside, kay? -Oh, and I might have forgot to mention, there's a girl riding a flying werewolf about to land on you. "

The message reached them just as the massive beast can crashing down with a thunderous quake sending the lot of them flying to the ground. Stone and dirt flew into the air as the large beast stood upright. towering 12 ft tall, with massive arms wider then their bodies. A drudic-like cloak of pressed dark-leaves was wrapped about him, his hands - massive enough to easily crush a human's skull. The dagger-length claws on either of his hands radiated with a strange misting energy. From his left clawed hand, a blue mist frothed forth, from his right, red. A cloaked woman hung from his back with one hand, and a bow in the other, his massive tail whipping up dirt as it waved back and forth. She looked down on them with a raised brow as she hung from his shoulder. She looked strangely familiar to each of them, yet foreign still. She was a half-elf, a race they had not seen at all since leaving their native universe, even with all the strange manner of creatures they had seen. She scrunched up her face, as if wondering why they all seemed to be looking at her like she had a third ear growing from her face. Then a look of realization seemed to cross her face as she pointed the end of her bow at them like a stick. "Oh, wow! It's mom's 'back up plan'-guys! You're alive! That's cool. Did Roland make it too?" Then it hit them like a train from some distant past. Everyone who knew Magnimar, knew The Venture Captain of The Pathfinders, the only lodge in all of Varisia. Everyone who knew Venture Captain Sheila Heidmarch knew her only daughter - Luka Heidmarch

Luka Heidmarch - The Emerald Gale
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[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

Nadia blinks as Luka arrives.
How in all of the Hells did you get here? How are you even alive after what happened to the manor?

[Desril]

Lu'naus'Fel

They'd been about to charge off, trusting in their ability to return to the Garden to save them should the portal close behind them when they shut it down, when their unexpected visitor arrived. Of all the things that happened today, while this certainly wasn't the most insane, did get the most visible reaction out of them. Luna stops in her tracks and stares, "Luka? How...nevermind, there's no time for that now. I guess if you're here that explains some of the Emerald Gale's power in the previous Steel Summit..."

Almost as if it's instinct, Luna puts a hand to her ear as she tries to contact Magister YiLi via Overwatch. "Planar gates are our specialty, and we have a way to escape in case we get sealed in. We'll go through the portal and try to shut it down from the other side."

"Kali, take us to the portal as quickly as we can, and keep us up to date on the enemy threat ratings. We're going to be going to fight them on their terrain, so you need to be ready to dodge and take defensive action."

Though it's range is shorter than the OverWatch, she still reaches out to her harem, adding Izuna to it as well. "We should be able to Return to Night if things go badly through the portal. Nadia, Aiko, you two should stay on this side and prevent any more from getting out, it's too dangerous for us all to go through though. Sister, care to join us?"

If nothing stops her, Luna again pictures herself soaring with the speed of an arrow straight toward the portal.

[jamieth]

Aiko, Daughter of White

"Sorry", the priestess blushed, "I'm only getting used to this thing... and..." she paused for a moment - enough for a newcomer to make her entrance. And then another moment to deal with the part of her mind that told her that what she saw was impossible and, threfore, she wasn't actually seeing it. And another moment to process Luna's instructions and reply, via the same link, "S-sure, we'll handle it... I hope."

And then, her mind finally free of any ways to drag it out any longer... "...Eh? Young Lady Heidmarch? What... oh, no, not now... Nadia, Anything else you need? Sorry, can't promise it'll work, but..."

[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

Just take care. I doubt I'd survive the reprisal if you died.
Returning her attention to her supporter, Nadia considers.
My speed has been a little lacking since I ended my pact. Anything you could do to help there would be appreciated.

[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
The Goldwalk; The South-End - 8:31 AM, Wednesday
Arc: 1 - Bloody August

...The Hand Of A Righteous Man:
The Battle of D'Alice - Part I: The Goldwalk Offensive

There was a roar and a quake in the distance, as one of the massive beasts fell dead upon the ground. The swarm of creatures surrounded the beasts that fought, flooding out like a plague of bladed insects. It was the first time they had gotten a clear look at the strange creatures. They were made of some strange twisted animated steel, long grey blades of cruel stones for arms. They possessed no feat, only jagged steel as they leapt about like rabbit locust. They were not exceptionally large, but they fought with great ferocity and in numbers. There was no flesh, no 'face' only a strange purple flame behind the strange creatures grey mask of twisted iron. They seemed to glint with a white mist that rolled off their bodies. Leaping, striking, and running with deathly agility - these creatures seemed more then simple mindless creatures. They were alive - they were coordinated, flanking and surrounding there enemies with complex maneuvers and flooding past the enemies too difficult or dangerous to kill - such as the Colossal Bear that swatted wave after wave of the passing creatures that seemed to pay him no interest.

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Master, we have finished anaylzing all available data, in addition to this new <<Threat>> these, 'Grey Cutters'. No data exists on this target - however we have calculated <<Threat ID: 20%>> for them individually. They do not seem to be built incredibly sturdy and are eliminated easily from low-class Bolt-fire. However they seem to be quite intelligent and coordinated. Additionally, they seem to share a 'hive-mind'-like perspective. They attack in great number and ignore enemies too difficult to defeat without fear of loosing more of there numbers. On terms of individual power, these 'creatures' from the forest, should be winning with <<Threat ID: 90-110%>> however, this is not the case. I suspect these creatures employ a number of methods we are unaware of to overcome these creatures of vastly superior strength. However, proving to be 'too strong' will lead them to ignore us to kill weaker targets - likely until they can focus their total might upon a single target. I would not think of these strange enemies as individual threats, but a single organism.

I have updated your HUD with all applicable information I have gathered after completing my 3-dimensional rendering of the 10 mile radius of our current position. Please click on each display to view applicable information. Additionally I suspect the pass will fall within the next 30 seconds or less at the current rate. The combat-capabilities of the enemy as a group are vastly superior to the individual power of the creatures engaged. Please proceed into combat after you have set the <<Attack>> Order in our priorities. This will allow us to take offensive action without solely relying upon <<EAS>> support which may damage our Sync.


Master, marked in gold on the display is South-End, at the bottom - our current location. The town of D'Alice, in the middle, and North-End above. The red line indicates The Goldwalk path, which leads into the town and out of it. The Wall, which appears to be a mountainous encirclement is indeed, an artificially created structure. There are four mountains surrounding the city, creating four narrow paths. These can be used to navigate around The Wall.

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Master, marked on the HUD is a display of the forest to the east. The large green diamonds mark the beginning of the thick forest growth. The creatures coming from the forest, average in <<Threat ID: 70%>>, additionally they seem to be following a predetermined path, circling around the pathway and into the southern pass to combat the large population of enemies. They seem to be non-hostile towards other creatures. The blue ring marks their end location where they are combating the enemy.


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Master, displayed is the current location of the enemy horde. They seem to be located in one large grouping within the red-circle marked on your map. Both sides of the horde seem to be operating independently of another but resources are quickly being refocused upon the South-End as the creatures begin to advance. From this date I've complied enough evidence to begin mapping where I believe their 'spawning position' is located. Please select the last display.


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Master, I've marked the approximate location of the Gate detected earlier. Based on enemy movement I believe it is where I have marked with the red star. The enemy is focusing more on defending the threat at their back then pressing the attack as the proximity of the forest creatures reaches closer to this point. It appears this is where we must press to and strike. Fortunately it is in line with the ranged-supportive fire from Bolt-Magister Yili. If we managed to pull enough of the creatures into the pass, and move aside, we may be able to clear a path directly to the Gate via Bolt-fire from a high powered round.

I suspect the enemy is individually exceptionally fragile, but may overwhelm us with their larger numbers. Please refrain from being surrounded and employing evasive movements. Based on their physiological structure, it does not appear that air or direct ground combat is advisable. Additionally, their blades seem to emit an unknown type of energy. Please proceed with caution and clear a path to the Gate. I believe closing this rift is the only solution to stem the enemy's numbers which are being constantly replenished, and indeed, increasing.



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[Desril]

Lu'naus'Fel

Listening to Kali, Luna nods. "Do another quick threat assessement of our allies. Izuna looks ready for battle, and Aiko has that kast and has been using it on Nadia. What are their threat levels now? Then," she envisions the <Assist> order being replaced with <Attack>. Once she has the new information, she relays it to her comrades, warning them if they seem to be at a disadvantage even on an individual scale.

To the OverWatch, she relays Kali's plan. "From what we can tell, they seem to have some sort of hivemind. We're going to try and draw the attention of as many of them as we can. As soon as you're confident that you can eliminate the majority, Magister, give us a moment's warning so we can get out of the way. Once you clear the path to the portal, we'll press through it and try to seal it from the inside."

Now, let's see what we're capable of!
Between XCALIBER and Desolation, we should be able to cut through them easily enough. We just have to keep from appearing like too great a threat too early.


Initiatives

Eris (1d20+2)[20]
Kestal (1d20+4)[7]

+ any relevant Kali related modifiers that I haven't been given.

[Lazy Roman]

Son Of Mornings, Son Of Night, Seraph of The End


She keeps pushing forward to the South-End. “Nice shooting, Overwatch this is Red were still enroute to the Goldwalk’s South-End. Try and leave us something to get my blade stained with. Red copies all out.”
***
Perception check
As the group finally reaches the South-End. She greets the Black-uniformed guard “Greetings Captain Gisela. Yes Senior-Bolt Magister Yili is providing assistance for now were all the relief you have. I would suggest you send a runner or two to start bringing resupply but...things should be over soon.” She smirks at Captain Gisela. “Sounds like a good plan. You provide me some good suppressive fires and I’ll do the rest.” She nods as she responds to Magister Yili. “OverWatch this is Red Death, good copy. Well shut that gate down.” She shields her eyes from the kicked up dirt and waves up at her. “Whoa there Archer, did you say Roland? Where is he I haven’t seen that bastard in some time.” She stretches her arms out warming up for the fight. “Augh enough talk lets shut down this gate. Guard Captain give me some cover.” She uses her shadow step technique to move forward and while under cover of her shadow she changes her disguised Kurokami from a rapier to an O-Katana as she runs southeast from the north flanking them. She leaps into the air to close the final gap when she’s within 71ft her attack begins.

“By The Glory of The Silent God die!”
Initiative - Kal wins
Attack - [Free Action: Reinstate Night Soul Calamity, Wild Talent, Ki-Breath, Wild Cry, Onslaught, Tengiri, Akumbari, Retaliate]

Single Attack VS Thirty Targets
(Attack 1) [roll0]
(Critical Confirmation) Roll is over +10
(Damage) [roll1]
(Critical) Dmg*2

(Attack 2) [roll2]
(Critical Confirmation) Roll is over +10
(Damage) [roll3]
(Critical) Dmg*2 Dmg*2

(Attack 3) [roll4]
(Critical Confirmation) Roll is over +10
(Damage) [roll5]
(Critical) Dmg*2

(Attack 4) [roll6]
(Critical Confirmation) Roll is over +10
(Damage) [roll7]
(Critical) Dmg*2

(Attack 5) [roll8]
(Critical Confirmation) Roll is over +10
(Damage) [roll9]
(Critical) Dmg*2

(Attack 6) [roll10]
(Critical Confirmation) Roll is over +10
(Damage) [roll11]
(Critical) Dmg*2

(Attack 7) [roll12]
(Critical Confirmation) Roll is over +10
(Damage) [roll13]
(Critical) Dmg*2

(Attack 8) [roll14]
(Critical Confirmation) Roll is over +10
(Damage) [roll15]
(Critical) Dmg*2

(Attack 9) [roll16]
(Critical Confirmation) Roll is over +10
(Damage) [roll17]
(Critical) Dmg*2

(Attack 10) [roll18]
(Critical Confirmation) Roll is over +10
(Damage) [roll19]
(Critical) Dmg*2

(Attack 11) [roll20]
(Critical Confirmation) Roll is over +10
(Damage) [roll21]
(Critical) Dmg*2

(Attack 12) [roll22]
(Critical Confirmation) Roll is over +10
(Damage) [roll23]
(Critical) Dmg*2

(Attack 13) [roll24]
(Critical Confirmation) Roll is over +10
(Damage) [roll25]
(Critical) Dmg*2

(Attack 14) [roll26]
(Critical Confirmation) Roll is over +10
(Damage) [roll27]
(Critical) Dmg*2

(Attack 15) [roll28]
(Critical Confirmation) Roll is over +10
(Damage) [roll29]
(Critical) Dmg*2

(Attack 16) [roll30]
(Critical Confirmation) Roll is over +10
(Damage) [roll31]
(Critical) Dmg*2

(Attack 17) [roll32]
(Critical Confirmation) Roll is over +10
(Damage) [roll33]
(Critical) Dmg*2

(Attack 18) [roll34]
(Critical Confirmation) Roll is over +10
(Damage) [roll35]
(Critical) Dmg*2

(Attack 19) [roll36]
(Critical Confirmation) Roll is over +10
(Damage) [roll37]
(Critical) Dmg*2

(Attack 20) [roll38]
(Critical Confirmation) Roll is over +10
(Damage) [roll39]
(Critical) Dmg*2

(Attack 21) [roll40]
(Critical Confirmation) Roll is over +10
(Damage) [roll41]
(Critical) Dmg*2

(Attack 22) [roll42]
(Critical Confirmation) Roll is over +10
(Damage) [roll43]
(Critical) Dmg*2

(Attack 23) [roll]1D20+935[/[roll44]roll]
(Critical Confirmation)
(Damage) [roll45]
(Critical) Dmg*2

(Attack 24) [roll46]
(Critical Confirmation) Roll is over +10
(Damage) [roll47]
(Critical) Dmg*2

(Attack 25) [roll48]
(Critical Confirmation) Roll is over +10
(Damage) [roll49]
(Critical) Dmg*2

(Attack 26) [roll50]
(Critical Confirmation) Roll is over +10
(Damage) [roll51]
(Critical) Dmg*2

(Attack 27) [roll52]
(Critical Confirmation) Roll is over +10
(Damage) [roll53]
(Critical) Dmg*2

(Attack 28) [roll54]
(Critical Confirmation) Roll is over +10
(Damage) [roll55]
(Critical) Dmg*2

(Attack 29) [roll56]
(Critical Confirmation) Roll is over +10
(Damage) [roll57]
(Critical) Dmg*2

(Attack 30) [roll58]
(Critical Confirmation) Roll is over +10
(Damage) [roll59]
(Critical) Dmg*2

[iValkyrieX]

Kunji-Dak

"Luka let us go to the portal and assist the fur-less folk with this matter at hand. We must move with caution though, we don't know what is in there." 'Doc' gets back down on all four and starts to run to the portal but comes to a staggering halt as he thinks to himself and to Luka, We shouldn't go through alone...let us wait for the fancy girl that just killed everything to go through first. She can be our bait for the slaughter that may come.

He looks to the sky and lets out a long howl calling all the beasts and animals to his side. As they gather around him he begins to speak to the forest creatures, (Friends, we have before us something unknown. I will be travelling inside the portal with the other fur-less creatures. If you would like to join us then let us rest for a brief moment before going in. If you do not wish to join us then I thank you for coming this far with us and I will accept your decision. Now let us rest for the brief moment we have.) He lets out a long howl once more in attempt to unify his pact with his furry friends.

He then stands on two paws once more and yells to get the attention of the human girl that just slaughtered the creatures, "Hey human girl, I wish to speak with you. Please come closer so we may converse."

Sooooo being as kewl as he is...Doc has the voice of Morgan Freeman. Use your imagination. :smallcool:

[jamieth]

Aiko, Daughter of White

"So... you still need that speed, Nadia? Though... I suppose it won't hurt anyway... and would be interesting to try whether I can really do that. That's... a bit beyond my own magic..." Aiko reached for another golden shard, "Let you become light as a buttefly and swift as gazelle..."

No, it really wasn't her kind of magic, Kast or not, judging by the faint glow her wish produced.

[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
The Goldwalk; The South-End - 8:31 AM, Wednesday
Arc: 1 - Bloody August

...The Hand Of A Righteous Man:
The Battle of D'Alice - Part I: The Goldwalk Offensive

The voice spoke out to the D'Alice Offensive Team - "This is 'OverWatch' - Looks like South-End is secure. As long as they hold position, the name of the game is simple; Pull the enemy into the pass and I'll clear you a path to the gate. The enemy does not appear to be much of a threat individually, but don't let them surround you."

"Heh, Good copy, Red. Forgot Slayers use similar comm. to, don't they. Objective; Get in - get out. That gate is only going down from the other side. The source will probably appear as a crystal of some sort. Destroy it and retreat before the place comes down on top of you. Good luck. OverWatch, all out." The line went quiet. The elven archer hung from the massive Wolfen's shoulder. It had been a very long time since she had seen one of their kind, and never before had she seen 'elves' within The Forest of Shattered Ash during the lifetime she had spent within it. She shrugged, "I have not seen him in three centuries and more. This girl was but a child then, so she could not understand. He had Reflected into the world shortly after us - more then likely, he perished in the siege and was returned from where he came from. We have yet to discover the meaning for his coming. - But I'm sure he's doing well. Perha-"
***** Fragmentation: Beginning

Night Soul Calamity - The End
There was nothing save for the void. Yet there existed no black, of darkness, no white of a dimming light. No, even the light from that monochrome-world had been consumed. There was only the grey swirling maelstrom the deepened and fell away into the hole below. She wondered how long it had been. She held her from behind with a smile across her face. The End.

The screams and torment of a trillion-trillion souls of a condemned universe replayed endlessly in the imploding expanse of grey smoke and miasma. The fragments of memory replaying in there entirety, before being crushed and repeated. She would not permit them the gift of her own blessing - the salvation her existence was designed to conceive. It was maddening - the endless deathless cycle of suffering without reason or cause - without end. A curse upon worlds, a baneful, venomous sentence that contested and spat upon the very balance that made this spiteful 'goddess'.

She could not remember. What she had done... There had been only darkness for so long. Slowly. Quietly. The memories began to return... D'Alice. The darkness. The light. No. No. This was not over. Not yet... Not by a long shot.

The End pulled her tighter, her haunting voice whispering in her ear. "Oh, dear girl. Can you not forgot them? Forget yourself? ...Or will you fight me still? " She would. " Will you resist me again? " She must. The End smiled more kissing her on the back of her neck. " ...Good. Struggle. Suffer, and die for me. Again and again, and again. Because... you are mine" She opened her eyes, the KuroKami in hand once more.

Night Soul Calamity Edge; Retaliation
Her blade lashed out through the endless sea of the dark-grey void. The world divided, split in half like parting mist - a sphere cleanly divided in two. The light shined once more, emerging like a raging torrent. An auroral storm raging through the doldrums of a world drowned and cast into Limbo.

The memories, the vision of a world, begun to re-manifest. The broken pieces of the Gears beginning to mend. The tainted red sky formed once more, the mountainous valley below. She remembered now. The Demon within her left arm had awakened. The terrible raging Beast of Dawn she had roused and unleashed. With strikes that shattered the fabrics of time, her body possessed, it lashed out - again, and again, and again, and again. Crushing torrents of thin blades of golden Dawnlight racing out from her sword like lines drawn upon a world, to divide it, to destroy it. Something inside broke, was born, and struck out against her - but The Demon, cared little, striking back against the world in retaliation.

She struck out from the sky, her sword splitting the heavens - dividing the sky, filling the crimson light and restoring the blue of the heavens above. The sword of her family - The Dawn Sword that divided the heavens. It lashed out against The Demon's mad onslaught, shattering the hold the great beast held on her. Something broke and mended by the light she wielded. The restlessness of her spirit begun to still and quiet. A harmony, as her mind moved towards stillness. A balance within herself restored, like The Balance of the world about her.

***** Fragmentation: Ending

AkumaBari - Demon Cutting Soul
[First Gear Break-Retaliated]

Tengiri - The Heaven's Divide
[Second Gear Break-Retaliated]

She had returned - The damage to the world undone. She had seen this all before already... long ago. The wind blew through her hair in the sky. She remembered now, she had ascended into the sky the age-old technique 'The Heaven's Step', carrying her into the air above the mountainous valley looking down upon the enemy horde. Without a thought, her sword snapped into her left hand - her arm exploding into a massive golden claw of The Demon. The Lion of Dawn. Her left eye glowed brightly as half of her body began to aspect the ferocious beast. With furious savagery the beast struck out one, twice... thirty times, in the strange suspended monochrome of the world about them. The lines their sword traced slashed through the lives below them. The End gripped her sword as she raised it high, delivering the final blow. Then the grey of Death's Wake faded, as did she - The End.
******

After a short pause - time resumed. The golden lines her sword had traced exploded into massive blasts of golden light. The blasts set off a chain reaction, as the blasts that individually targeted half of the horde, ignited into a massive golden detonation, before the entire horde was thrown up into the sky, then erupting into a massive black hole, a consuming void. The creatures fell into the massive imploding vortex of darkness with soundless screams as the howling hole closed in an instant, and they were gone. Taiyo, The Great Golden Beast, spun his blade in reverse and sharply sheathed it with a satisfied snap, and expressionless grin in his eye. The light faded from Slayer Knell's figure, her eye returned to its normal color. She could see the pale rift below, it cracked and split, like a fracture upon a glass surface before widening more into a large 20ft hole. There was quiet, no creatures poured out. The Red Swords in the distance could be seen at the forefront of D'Alice, looking up at the Slayer in the sky in evident dumbfounded awe. The path had been cleared.
*******************

"This is OverWatch... what the sheit was that? Nevermind - The pass is clear. The D'Alice Offensive begins now. All personnel, quickly proceed through the gate and eliminate the source. We don't know what you'll be seeing on the other side, assume all targets are hostile. OverWatch, all out."

Master, All <<Threat IDs>> have been provided in your HUD. Unfortunately we are unable to calculate <<ID: Luka>> or <<ID: Izuna>> both targets display unknown energy times. Additionally we have detected several changes in this worlds <<Anima>>. We believe some time during the assault by <<Izuna>> this universe was destroyed, including ourselves and all <<Threat IDs>> detected. This theory is supported by the current data we've managed to gather within the last ((0.20 Seconds)). All <<Anima>> signatures have slightly been altered, to include this world. This data provides substantial evidence that we and everything in this world are recreations of our original selves which have been lost. According to our complied information on this anomaly called <<Fragmentation>> this suggests that <<ID: Izuna>> both is the cause and fix of this detected anomaly. Because of this <<Threat ID>> Has been changed to ((???%)) as no <<Threat>> can be generated - as the subject appears to be operating on 'laws' which do not exist according to our knowledge. Similar signatures have been identified from <<Threat: Luka>> as well.

The Guards on top of South-End ceased firing, looking at the devastating display with horror. "...That's supposed to be a 'Slayer Apprentice'? ...I'm glad she's on our side."
"It looks like your path is clear now. Good luck. " Aiko pointed at Nadia as she unleashed a small speck of light from her hand as the crystal disintegrated. It was not an impressive display... Captain Gisela frowned visibly at the almost pitiful performance.


Base Movement Speed Increase +5ft
Duration: 10 minutes

The large wolf howled out as a number of forest creatures gathered about him. He spoke in a strange tongue to the creatures. Luka swung around on his back, "Hm... That was neat. Still, the fight isn't over until we close that strange portal. Lets go. The strange-red-girl is fast."

[Desril]

Lu'naus'Fel

As Kali finishes speaking, Luna looks at her own hand almost as if she isn't sure that it's real, flexing it a few times. She looks toward where Izuna is and sends her and her alone a simple telepathic message. "We're going to talk when this is over."

Even as she envisions herself moving quickly enough to the portal and entering it to leave a sonic boom, shifting the attack order back to assist if need be, sync be damned, they quickly come to terms with it. Eris, by reasoning, Kestal by scheming.

Even if we're not the same person we were a minute ago...even if no one here is...that doesn't change what we have to do. We can try to figure out who we are again after.
Besides, even if no one is the same, that just means that everything gets to be a new experience again. I wonder what Nadia would do in front of all these people? Care to bet that the priestess gets jealous?
Not now!

[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

Nadia feels the small burst of speed as Aiko's power flows through her.
"Alright. Time to get to work."
She glances at Luka.
"It will be an honor to fight alongside you."
She leaps up, her wings snapping open as she darts towards the portal.

[jamieth]

Aiko, Daughter of White

"No, wait!" Aiko rushes after the winged warrior, "That didn't work like it should - let me try once more!"

The very fact that she almost manages to keep up should be a proof to her words, should anyone actually doubt.

OK, that's the fourth one... let's hope Magister YiLi won't mind... she thinks to herself, grabbing another golden shard. This time, though, she doesn't bother with articulating her wish... it would only hurt her breathing.

Though... words or no words, the bracelet refuses to cooperate again.

[Desril]

Lu'naus'Fel

Seeing Nadia approach the portal with Aiko in tow, Luna slows down. We can't let them follow after us.
We've all died here once already, we're not going to let it happen again.
But how do we stop them? Nadia's as stubborn as you.
We can't tell them what happened, there's no point in making them worry...
If we can't tell them the truth then...

Reaching out through her own telepathic ability, she cries out to Nadia and Aiko. "Stay out of the portal! We can easily return to the Garden if something goes wrong inside, but if we get separated, and portals like this often spit people out far away from each other, you two have no way to return. In the worst case, we should be back in about four days. Just promise us that you'll both stay out of there."

[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

Nadia slows as Luna communicates the situation to her.
Alright. But be careful in there. I'll deal with anything that slips by you. Any sign of real danger, and you get the hell out of there, understand me?

[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
The Goldwalk; The South-End - 8:31 AM, Wednesday
Arc: 1 - Bloody August

...The Hand Of A Righteous Man:
The Battle of D'Alice - Part I: The Goldwalk Offensive
Aiko focused and expended another crystal. The movement was hurried but energy was still produced from her hand - a stray band of light touching Nadia then dissipating. The magic was not effective, but it slightly increased the standing enchantment she had already placed.


(Spell actually failed, but will provide a minor increase to the current enchantment)
Base Speed Increase: +10ft
Duration" 10 minutes

The group circled about the widened 20ft rift that was suspended in the air. Five of the great-beasts of the forest circled about the large wolf who carried Luka on his back. The great-bear he knew as one of the great defenders of his woodland realm - Guy'ya'Sol, stepped around with lumbering steps behind him. His thick hide was rustled and slick with gore, but no blade from the creatures had managed to penetrate his black fur coat. He Looked down at the 'little wolf' - his massive maw, large enough to eat the smaller creatures about him whole. He swatted a paw at the rift impatiently. Water splashed in their faces as if the beast had struck the surface of a pool of water. He grunted as an image begun to form upon its surface. ("Water, Dakka. They come from water.") The beast spoke with massive deep growls at the wolf, that held a hint of context behind it. Blue streams of mist poured out from his massive jaw with each grunt. The image within the rift was no clear. It was as if they looked upon a door to some strange world. It was a massive stone structure like a hall but it was completely submerged under-water. Strange sigil-like carvings covered each individual stone that covered the floor, ceiling and walls. Luka spoke back in a strange tongue that sounded very similar to Yah'Telanth, like Z'Ress. ("Will Ya'Sol lead the Guy'ya Clan to battle with us? This place is cursed and frigid".) The massive beast shook its head. ("No. Guy'ya will stay here and fight. But Ya'Sol will come with you. Ya'Sol not weak like the fur-less. Ya'Sol strong, like Dakka.") Luka nodded, patting the wolf on the side. She whispered in his ear. "Usstan duul'sso dos silinrul" He did not understand such raw words, but he knew he had been freed from his charge as Sentinel of the forest. That he had been freed of his duty - he was a Hunter once more, the fangs of the God and Goddess of The Hunt. Blue mist begun to pour from his maw, his eyes taking upon their familiar blue glowing hue. The energy of the world, nature, the elements - the moon, surged through him again. He was not a creature of flesh. Not sustained by food, nor water, nor air. Luka raised her bow in the air with a battle cry, accompanied by the roar of the massive bear-like denizens of the forest that accompanied them. ("Go, my Hunter! Our Hunt has begun!)" The massive bear-warrior Guy'ya'Sol unleashed a ferocious roar, as he charged through the portal, crashing through with a crushing splash, the rift widening even more at the 45ft tall beast hammered through the small hole on all four paws.

Water splashed out on them as the rift doubled in size, the image of the massive creature swimming through the hall could be seen. The structure was much larger then it seemed... Still, the entierty of the plane beyond seemed submerged under the sea, judging by the salty taste of the water. This would not be the most simple task...

[jamieth]

Aiko, Daughter of White

"Ok... just be sure to return, there's so much fun we still have to do here!" Aiko thought back, then adds aloud, "So... seems we're left to hold the fort... Maybe it's for the best... with this thing not working properly, I'm not really confident I want to go in there myself... Actually, let me try once more..."

No, that wasn't it. If the device would work now... no guarantee it would work next time. What she needed was a way to make it work reliably... Aiko bit her lip. "Come to think of it... there was that spell... the one that made my other spells stronger. And... the one that made me more beautiful - the one weaved into this tiara s but, that one also helped dealing with wands - or so I heard - and Magister said Kast was, more or less, similar to a wand, right?" It was worth trying, at least... to survive in this new weird world, it definitely was worth trying.

One more golden shard was going to be wasted...

[Desril]

Lu'naus'Fel

"Similar to a wand? In that case, here. Try to use it to amplify yourself like this, she directs toward Aiko, doing her best to quickly explain the concept of how one activates magical items in layman's terms to the clergy-woman.


Explaining IC to Aiko what UMD is and how certain magical items can boost that so that she'll use the Kast to boost her own UMD

[jamieth]

"Oh..." Aiko actually says it aloud, "something like that... can be done? My, my... I think it could... worth trying... ok..." she pushed the fifth golden shard into the Kast and concentraned on her feelings. Did the wish to bond more closely to the device had any effect?

***

"It... it seems to work! I definitely feel it better... still not perfect, but... Oh, what to test it on... I know! Luna, you're going there, right? There's a spell... I heard of it, but never had enough power... it should help you - if only it works right now!"

Sixth golden shard. Aiko closed her eyes, imagining Luna's georgeous body sliding through the water depth is if born there... it took some effort to concentrate on the movement and not Luna's figure, but when she did, Aiko found Kast glowing with steady, if not particularly bright, light.

Buff on Luna: Water breathing, Swim boni
Attunement 72, conversion 68

[Desril]

Lu'naus'Fel

Not entirely sure what she was expecting, Luna smiles in thanks. "Alright, now, let's see if we can keep any more from getting through here."

With nothing else to delay her, she follows after the others who'd already gone through the portal, doing her best to not try and hold her breath on instinct.

[iValkyrieX]

Kunji-Dak

"There's not much time friends. Let us proceed through the portal to accompany Ya'Sol. If you cannot breath underwater for very long I advise that you stay here and guard the exit. We will try to be speedy." Doc looks around at the group and decides to jump into the portal, chasing after Ya'Sol.

Perception check on the inside of the portal [roll0]

[Lazy Roman]

Slayer Knell

Slayer Knell takes her grip off from her tsuka after sheathing. She descends from the air and falls down to the earth with grace regrouping everything near the portal. “Overwatch this is Red path is clear and moving in for the kill. By The Glory of The Silent God we shall prevail this day. Over.” She watches and listens in on the action going around her as everyone preps for the fight ahead.

“Overwatch this is Red, I’m going in. See everyone when it’s over.”

As she runs to the portal she uses her Grand Deception skill to add gills to her own physiology so she can breathe underwater her boots disappear and gave way to webbed toes and hands to help swim as she charges through the portal.
Perception Check immediately after entering.

[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F10 - 8:32 AM, Wednesday
Arc: 1 - Bloody August

...The Hand Of A Righteous Man:
The Battle of D'Alice - Part I: The Goldwalk Offensive
The Wolfen, Half-Elf, the Slayer and Child, entered the wall of water, swimming into the massive hall of carved stone. The world was dark. There existed no light in the submerged world about them, only the light of world outside served to illuminate the massive ruinous structure.

The massive hall was 55 ft wide, with a ceiling reaching up 100 ft from the floor. The strange sigils marked each individual stone of the submerged structure about them. Though there was no air, the energy of this world was vastly different from that of Faith Holding. They could all feel the connection of The Weave with them, a connection to the arcane energies with which they were familiar. 'Magic' - had returned to them.

The colossal bear-creature swam forward with its massive arms, beginning to fade from vision. Their sight was becoming quickly impeded the further they traveled inside. An energy secreted from the cracks of the stone further into the massive labyrinth-like maze, where the light did not touch. It darkened the waters, turning it black and putrid, like an ink or oil seeped into the 'sea'. Guy'ya'Sol, the bear-warrior begun to vanish from sight. Even without the disruptive inkor, the salt of the water burned the eyes and disruptive to the sight of the surface-folk. This was domain of creatures from the depths of the sea.

The wolfen swiftly swam through the water, paddling with all fours through the salty-water. The sea was no impediment to The Dakka. They were not creatures of flesh and bone. He needed not draw breath like the furless-folk, just as The Guy'ya Clan and the fierce L'Athyik Yila. With his Essence returned, he was as Ya'Sol, a creature of The Mists, undisrupted by the salt of the water, the lack of air, nor the submerged world. The Dakka were as comfortable under the waters as above them, though the strange black inkor disrupted his keen vision, he could 'taste' the Anima of his prey far ahead. He needed no sight know their taste, no air to 'smell' their life energies - which he would soon consume... The Huntress was mounted upon his back, her eyes blue orbs of thunderous might, her cloths dark wisps of mist and shadow, a long black tail and wolf-like ears protruding from her figure. Ser, like her Children, did not require such trivial things such as air. The Dakka would find their prey wherever they hid.

Slayer Knell dived through the water, taking on an aquatic form of webbed feet, hands and gills adapting to the water. she cut through the water swiftly with the grace of an eel. The darkness ahead was quickly noticeable, but that was not all. It was between the moment she entered she felt the change in the world. Something within her was smothered while she felt her connection to The Weave restored. Time was different here, not in the physical world about them, but the world beneath the surface which she had become so familiar. A curse... A Calamity dwelling between The Interstice of this strange world. A world between worlds, tied together at a point, like too many ribbons tied to a pole and extended in different directions. This was not a welcoming place. This was not a place they should be... Something dark dwelt within the depths of this place, and between the layers of the worlds overlapping within this single space of 'laminated-existence'. This world was not natural - it had been made, and to her eyes, she could see the small cracks where points begun to meet. Like a shattered series of mirrors pieced together to make a new mirror... It was unstable, frightful, terrible - because it was then she felt it. She looked below. She saw The Night. Hundreds of worlds below, like sheets of thin glass covering a terrible pit, The EverNight dwelled, a sea of profound and eternal bleakness and suffering. Terrible claws of a thousand hands lashed out clawing at the bottom-most surface of the world below, cracks ran through that thin shard of existence far-far below. Basmae'al, sealed, condemned, forgotten - caught within an eternal rage, as the very storm that was there home crushed and broke them. This was a prison. This was a Night World. This was hell... A terrible feeling filled her. They should not have come.

Luna swam through the water, she felt it the moment she had entered the strange place. Her connection to her magic had been restored. X CALIBER displayed a <<1% Assist>> meter, allowing her to cut through the water, the stinging of the salt in her eyes calmed and movement became easier as the meter increased to read <<2% Assist>>. Master. Multiple <<World-Anima Signatures>> detected. There seems to be multiple universes stacked atop each other within this single space. We are unable to calculate how many, or there conditions, but they do not seem to be exceptionally stable. Please use caution when firing Bolts, as these cause very disruptive <<Signatures>> to the <<Anima>> around us. I believe we should rely on <<Melee Class>> Bolts to avoid further complicating this unpredictable environment. Additionally, the strange chemical detected ahead, is toxic to typical organic forms of live we recognize. It seems this substance is not organic is nature, and is synthetically or magically created and is disruptive to vision in addition to blocking out most visible forms of light. It appears this chemical is caustic to exposed flesh. We will be able to mark targets for you on your visual display and HUD interface by marking their <<Anima Signatures>>. Please proceed with caution. We've detected a very large grouping of enemies within 800ft, unknown number of threats, quickly approaching our position. I believe this to be the 'second wave' of the invading forces. Additionally, it appears The Red Order has moved their position forward from D'Alice and created a forward-defense around the rift outside.

Final note, Master; X CALIBER is capable of retaining any amount of <<Orders>> at one time, however there position determines there priority. We have set <<Orders>> to <<Defense>> <<Assist>> <<Detect>> <<Attack>> <<Mobility>>. New <<Orders>> can be created and defined in the future when you have time to create commands manually. For now, this is the Order that we have set to best deal with our current position. We are also building a log of these new energy-types that have been detected to begin evaluation and data analysis. When new results are generated, we will provide you with the details of our findings.

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
The Goldwalk; The South-End - 8:32 AM, Wednesday
Arc: 1 - Bloody August

The Weaver and the Cleric stood outside the portal looking into the depths as the strange group begun their assault to close the rift for good. A man stepped around the portal, a familiar face. The Colonel, Hanreich, the man they had met before leaving The Black Dove. He waved his massive gauntleted hand at the group of strange bear-creatures and the women. A number of armed men in red uniforms behind him, carrying longrifles and swords. "Well now, we meet again. In interesting circumstances it appears. - Men set up a defensive perimeter! - Well , it appears we'll be working towards the same end. I'd step away from that thing if I were you... " The Colonel stepped around behind his men, as they set up wooden barricades and leveled their rifles at the rift. The battle was not over, yet. It had only just begun.

[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

Nadia nods to the Colonel, and takes Aiko's arm to pull her behind the firing line.
"Good to see you Colonel. An assault team just went in to shut down the portal. They're trusting us to clean up anything that gets past them. I'll help, for whatever my aid is worth."
Turning to Aiko, she has an idea.
"How would you feel about experimenting with that thing? While I had my Pact, it amplified my heritage. Think your new toy could do the same?"

[Desril]

Lu'naus'Fel

Taking Kali's advice, Luna quickly confirms that there's little risk to the bolts in exposing them to this water and quickly trades out the Stormbolt for an Azure Blade. "Kali, is there any physical form we could take that would grant us immunity to whatever this toxin is?"

Upon getting Kali's negative response, Eris tries not to let it bother her. In that case, we should do as much as we can to help our sync rate stay as high as possible...and I can feel my magic again, which means--No, save your energy, leave this to me, I have an idea.

"Kali, suddenly, Luna's flesh shimmers, every trace of her body replaced with a silver metal, increasing her weight ten-fold, "whatever ichor is doing this shouldn't affect us like this. We're not exactly lightweight though. Can we still swim with your assistance?"

The sudden realization that everyone they came in with is now above them is answer enough. You had to know that would happen. But if we combine our transformations, we should be fine. Shifting back to a fleshy form, Luna holds out her hand as Eris calls upon arcane power to cast a spell, shifting her form so that her legs fuse into a powerful tail with which to cut through the water and altering her body so that the water is breathable even without Aiko's enchantment. Sorry, didn't know I'd be able to use my magic in here, she thinks toward the cleric as Kestal reinforces their transformation with her own again, causing the mermaid to shimmer as their new form becomes metallic. There, this ought to work perfectly for this environment!


Wild Arcana - Alter Self (Mermaid) 7 minutes
Investiture of the Abyss - 5 minutes

[iValkyrieX]

Kunji'Dak

Doc's vision starts to blur and he calls upon his powers to summon his vestige of light. After summoning his light he realizes he it did nothing but help his movement. He calls to Luka but he realizes the change in energy on his back, that it must mean that Ser is with him. "Ser can you stop this murk from from hindering my vision? We must go deeper and I can only imagine it will get worse the deeper we get. Is there anything you can see or feel that I cannot?" Doc then swims deeper going after the massive bear.

Soul Candle-Affected allies gain the ability to a take 5-foot step as a swift action, even if they’ve already moved or taken a 5-foot step during their turn.

[jamieth]

Aiko, Daughter of White

"Amplify... your heritage?" Aiko blinks, "I... suppose it's not impossible, but... it would be a really powerful magic... beyond anything I've ever tried... with that thing or without it. I... can't guarantee it'll work at all... and that it'll work right way even if it does. But... we can try if you want..." Aiko smiles, "It's just... if it does work... I can't promise how it'll interact with your armor... it might break when you transform... or, it can hurt you... The less unknowns, the better... I'm no wizard, but even I know that. So... to avoid risks... it would be better if I could work with your body directly... I think. That is, if you are willing to try..."

[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

Nadia laughs.
This frippery? I don't really care what happens to it.However, you do raise one good point.
She removes her signet ring and hands it to Aiko
Please don't lose this.
She glances at the Lifeweaver's Signet on her other hand.
This one should resize. It's from this universe, after all.

[jamieth]

Aiko, Daughter of White

"OK", Aiko nods, "in that case..." she takes a deep breath, concentrating and grabbing another shard, "So... no reason to hesitate further... here we go..."

[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F10 - 8:32 AM, Wednesday
Arc: 1 - Bloody August

...The Hand Of A Righteous Man:
The Battle of D'Alice - Part I: The Goldwalk Offensive
The strange team swam through the thick inkor, though the Slayer stayed behind not crossing the threshold of black miasma. The strange sickly goo was thick and unpleasant, it ran through the Wolfen's thick fur, burning and singing it, but the rapid rate of his regenerative abilities quickly restored the minor damage after he had swam through the 15 ft 'wall' of strange ectoplasmic-matter. All light behind them was cut off, but the light of his Soul Flame floating besides himself showered the area in dim blue light. Luna swam through the strange wall with ease, the massive Bear-creature now in sight again. It seemed the strange 'ink' substance only existed within the large dividing space they had crossed... A wall of black-burning withering gel.

Ser stood the Wolfen's back, her thoughts speaking out to her furry companion as she lifted her bow. ("Very well, I will illuminate our path. Our Prey comes to us now.") Her bow burned into a blackened length of wood in her hand, a strange sapphire 'fire' forming as she drew back the string, an arrow of blue burning light taking form. She fire it off high above sending a like of blue illumination across the strange ruinous expanse. Like a paint brush through the world, the flame-arrow painted an azure line across the hall, lighting their way. - The enemy could be seen.

Master. 76 <<Threats>> Detected. Hostile. Additionally the Anima Signature of the world has changed after we passed through the strange inkor. I believe this is a conjoined world but not the original which we had came to when we entered the rift. I can now detect enormous amounts of enemies. Aside from the 76 incoming, there is an excess of 3,000 confirmed enemies approaching. The current count is increasing each second, It is safe to assume there is anywhere from 5-8,000 threats ahead, based on their movement and formations. Multiple Regiments detected. Master, I do not believe we can hold the enemy's second wave under these conditions. The enviroment is too fragile to use high powered Bolts to clear out the enemy.

Oh no... I'm sorry Master, we've lost signal from outside. It appears the rift and the original world we entered is no longer detectable in this universe. I believe we have crossed a 'threshold' separating us. Master, I've detected a number of strange energy signals of incredible strength, both seem inanimate. I've updated your HUD with a scan of the hall and marked enemies. I believe we should assault the this group as hard as possible, and break away from this corridor before the regimental groups have arrived and we are overrun. Other pathways are marked on your HUD. Let us move quickly.

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The horde of enemies could be seen in the distance. A massive writhering mob of steel and smoke-like essence. They appeared much like the previous creatures from before, but were substantially larger. No longer simple short creatures, they stood slightly larger then an average man at 6' 5'' tall, massive bladed claws as arms. They floated forward through the water without movement or expression like creatures drifting through the empty void of space. They came upon them. Guy'ya'Sol unleashed a silent gargling roar as he stormed forward. The battle had begun.

Initiative Order
1.) Ser (Delayed)
2.) Kunji'Dak
3.) Lu'naus
4.) Guy'ya'Sol
5.) The Grey Cutters



MAP KEY

(Big 13) - Ya'Sol
(Large 16) - Kunjia'Dak
(Green 2) - Ser
(Pink 15) - Lu'naus

(The Red Swarm) 'Grey Cutters'

BATTLE MUSIC (https://youtu.be/X6kAwpgW29M?t=9m30s)

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[Desril]

Lu'naus'Fel

Eris

Moving to the north side of the hall so that she has a better vantage point to attack without risking harm to her ursine companion, Eris envisions XCALIBER coming to her hand and points the 'sword' toward the enemy forces. Kali, we've never used a CALIBER of any kind before, but from what I understand the firing pins are a particularly powerful projectile, right? Please help me aim and take these things out!

While focusing on the 'BRAND-FROST II' displayed in her HUD, the metallic mermaid pictures a stream of ice bursting forth from XCALIBER and carving a path through the 'Grey Cutters'.

Kestal

More eager to get into the thick of combat than her more cautious and magically inclined counterpart, Kestal advances further upfield, emulating Eris and using the same firing pin to cut through even more of them. Though where Eris envisioned the firing pin as a pinpoint beam of ice, Kestal's mind launched it more as a frost javelin.


Eris moves to C16 and fires straight across the row.
Damage yes

Bleakness 1/11

Kestal moves to B21 and fires to the bottom right at a diagonal to hit as many as possible without hitting the bear.
Damage yes

Bleakness 1/13

[iValkyrieX]

Kunji'Dak

Doc leans down to put all his raw power to his hind legs. The form he took would imitate as if he were about to leap through the air. "Ser, hold on tight. I'm going to move quickly." He bursts through the water over Ya'Sol towards the massive swarm of enemies. Doc lets his claws lead his fury towards the enemy at hand.


Enemy #1
Claw attack 1
To Hit - [roll0]
Damage - [roll1]
Crit x2
Crit range - 20

Claw attack 2
To Hit - [roll2]
Damage - [roll3]
Crit x2
Crit range - 20

Enemy #2
Claw attack 3
To Hit - [roll4]
Damage - [roll5]
Crit x2
Crit range - 20

Claw attack 4
To Hit - [roll6]
Damage - [roll7]
Crit x2
Crit range - 20

Enemy #3
Bite attack 1
To Hit - [roll8]
Damage - [roll9]
Crit x2
Crit range - 20

Bite attack 2
To Hit - [roll10]
Damage - [roll11]
Crit x2
Crit range - 20

Claw attack 5
To Hit - [roll12]
Damage - [roll13]
Crit x2
Crit range - 20

Move to square H26
Swift action Tap Anima- Gain 2 points of Illumination
Spend 2 points of Illumination-Savagery

[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
The Goldwalk; The South-End - 8:32 AM, Wednesday
Arc: 1 - Bloody August
Aiko focused again expending another golden crystal shard pressing it to her wrist and pointing at Nadia. The energy that surged through her was slightly more violent then the previous times, a noticeable recoil as a bolt of golden light struck the Weaver like a bullet. The energy swelled around her, spinning up into a vortex of energy. Her form erupted into that of a large adult brass dragon - her cloths shredded explosively as the large beast took shape. The Lifeweaver's Signet fit on her large taloned finger. She was not exceptionally large, the size of a large scaled horse. The Red Swords looked back at the beast in confusion as the light faded, at a loss for words. Colonel Hansreich shook his head, " What're you looking at, you sods! Eyes on the gate! "


Adult Brass Dragon Transformation (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/bestiary/monster-listings/dragons/dragon/metallic-brass/adult-brass-dragon)
Duration 1 Hour

[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

Nadia flexed her new wings and launched herself into the air, doing a quick circle before landing next to Aiko.
GLORIOUS!
She looks at the Colonel.
I think that now I am in a somewhat better position to assist you.
Returning to wing, she soars back and forth above his troops.
<Overwatch> Is there any chance of adding the Reds into this line of communication? I'd rather not discuss battle plans where the enemy might be able to hear us.

[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F10 - 8:32 AM, Wednesday
Arc: 1 - Bloody August

...The Hand Of A Righteous Man:
The Battle of D'Alice - Part I: The Goldwalk Offensive

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Initiative Order
1.) Ser (Delayed)
2.) Kunji'Dak
3.) Lu'naus
4.) Guy'ya'Sol
5.) The Grey Cutters

The Huntress drew back her bow, an arrow of blue light forming, she released the projectile with a soundless glint of light. No visible effect could be seen, the projectile vanished without a trace. She pat the great Wolfen she road, signaling him to begin his attack. Without hesitation, the great beast exploded into motion cutting through the waves and over the great form of Ya'Sol to descend upon his prey. He channeled the blue sapphire soul-light within himself, converting the Anima into Illumination. His eyes burned with intense fury as his great clawed hands lashed out. The strange metal creature before him was slashed and frozen in place as the water instantly solidified as the beasts freezing claws protruded from his skin and ripped into it. With another blow from his other massive paw, he ripped off the creatures arm causing the water to boil as its purple blood sprayed from its wound. Without concern, he unleashed a terrible frenzy of blows upon the creature directly before himself, his massive long arms reaching out to slash into the creatures metal body, shredded from the impact, before he came down with his other arm crushing the thing's metal skull and freezing its shattered body. His arm rocketed out slashing a third creature before pulling it close, and biting the strange construct over and over, like an oversized chew-toy, before spitting it out.

Eris moved into motion swimming forward to the side of the great-bear Envisioning herself firing the X Caliber's Frost Pin. She felt her body respond in kind, the weapon snapped into her hand with a sharp spin pointing at the creatures. The weapon adjusted itself, the barrel widening before unleashing a beam of freezing blue light. The creatures before her exploded into shards of ice as the light penetrated the group and vanished sharply as the last of the creatures in the line was felled. Without missing a moment, she pushed off from the bear realigning herself. With a spin she fired again, the Envision System providing her perfect aim as the weapon produced a small ball of light at the end. The light exploded forward, producing a massive spear of ice that hurtled through the water with sub-sonic force. It penetrated the group of enemies like a massive bolt fired from a balista. The creatures were speared by the massive frozen projectile before exploding into shards of ice, carving a massive swathe of the constructs. A visible path of destruction visible as the frozen bits of metal and strange steel floated about the water.

The massive bear took up after the great wolf's assault finishing off the two wounded enemies he had struck, and smashing another with a single mighty mighty crushing blow to each, as if he swatted flies.



Attacks/Killed

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Movement

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The enemy swarmed forward a number of them were swatted by the great-bear as they charged forward surrounding the small group, but the creatures was far too slow to catch many of them. The strange constructs circled about them, descending upon the great wolf in numbers, confident in there ability to deal with the beast. A number swarmed upon Luna. As if orchestrated, they unleashed viscous attacks at the beast, slashing wildly with their attacks, their blades missed, rebounded from the beasts thick pelt, and clumsily missed their mark as the Wolfen dodged about with great agility.

They ignored the bear, Ya'Sol and came upon the nude woman, Luna. They raised up there terrible bladed arms as they surrounded her. Enemies detected, EAS <<Defense Order: Active>> Counter Attack, initiated. Luna's body moved with blinding speed as she hit the set trigger, pushed the bar, and loaded a new Pin, the barrel extended out 4 ft and became a solid flat bit of metal. She spun about, unleashing a massive 10 ft sword of white light from the weapon, cutting down the three creatures before they even had a chance to begin their assault. Threat Eliminated. A display on the back of the X CALIBER displayed her current status:
<<Sync Increased: 136%>>
<<L. Sword X-FPA: Heat: 65%>>
<<FROST II X-FPA: Heat: 56%>>

Master. Our Sync has increased to 136%. Additionally Firing Pins will be required to cool upon reaching or surpassing 100%. I've detected <<Luka>> Anima Signature is now longer present and replaced with a new Anima Signature. I believe another entity has taken her place.

Finally, It appears our ability to connect to other locations, detect other locations, or interact with other previous locations, to include identifying ID <<Izuna>> is not possible. I believe we are now isolated from other states of existence due to the strange conditions of this location's condition. It is unlikely we will be able to leave this, 'dead zone', until we have secured or destroyed the central force that is sustaining its presence.

<<WARNING>> Master. We've confirmed enemy position movement. We have confirmed an excess of 9,000 threats moving towards our location via this main hall. They will be at our position within approximately ((0.5 Minutes)) if they maintain their current speed. The disruptive nature of this location heavily implies we may be stranded in this environment. I advise, we let the enemy units pass. Our Sync Rate and resources will be depleted long before we are able to eliminate all threats. I am currently in the process of completing my Diagnostic of routes I advise. I've detected the first most path coming to a location with breathable air. The second route, too long to determine anything of note. The third seems to possess a great number of unknown Anima Signatures from both organic and non-organic materials. This is the most we've currently been able to determine.

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[Desril]

Lu'naus'Fel

Recovering from the sudden slash, Luna can't suppress the grin at her new found power, but hearing Kali's warning, Luna looks annoyed, having been just about to ask Lady Black about these 'world class anima'

With no other options readily available, not when faced with over 8,000 enemies other than potentially risking the destruction of countless worlds, Luna calls out to everyone she can via Overwatch, and for everyone else, she points to herself and then to the far path. "There are thousands more approaching and they'll be here in seconds! If you need to breath, go down the first path, the second one is longest, don't know what's down there. There seems to be living and non-living anima in the third, we're going to check it out!"

Though it won't work well in water, drowning isn't an issue in her present form so she still cries out as loudly as she can so that the forest-dwellers can hear her plan. "THERE ARE MORE COMING! WE'RE GOING AHEAD!"

Eris

Swimming down and past the horde to get in line with the third hallway, Eris aims up and down the hall. Kali, overheat the FROST II firing pin. Put everything we have into this shot. I'm not sure if this will work, but I want to try!

Gripping X CALIBER with both hands, she envisions sending out an enormous, frozen wave of destruction, filling the hallway beyond to the brim with ice for miles, effectively turning the water beyond into a solid chunk of ice to both freeze anything that survives the blast and stop anything coming from behind.


Kestal

After checking the results, Kestal smirks and takes off down the third hallway as quickly as they can, using envision to boost them along as quickly as possible.



Eris moves to G 26 and fires a Super FROST II blast to the east.

Kestal moves as far down Hallway #3 as she can after seeing the results of Eris' attempt.

[iValkyrieX]

Kunji'Dak

After recovering from his attack and being immediately surrounded, Doc quickly takes a step back then proceeds swims straight up to the ceiling. He then pushes off the ceiling with all his force and makes his way towards the farthest passage. "Ser, do you think you could make something to scout out down the other two passages to see if there are any enemies or key features that should be noted. I'm going to follow the naked one with the strange weapon. I feel it would be safer to stick together in this place." He sticks close to the small girl as he makes his way down the passage.

Takes 5ft step back
Run action - 40ft move action x4
Hopefully landing in L-26 and continuing down the passage

[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F10 - 8:32 AM, Wednesday
Arc: 1 - Bloody August

...The Hand Of A Righteous Man:
The Battle of D'Alice - Part I: The Goldwalk Offensive

Surrounded and far outnumbered, Luna's warning reached the others. The Wolfen quickly broke from combat, swimming backwards and climbing up the side of the bear, before kicking off from the ceiling to dive over the mob below. A strange glint of black energy sparked from the surface of the sigil covered ceiling as he pushed off. Like a fur-covered-torpedo he swiftly cut through the water and begun his way down the third hall as Luna broke away from the battle and towards the hall as well, pointing her weapon down the dark corridor. With a mental command, the weapon widened, the guard split into two metal bars which pressed down over her wrists as supports. She fired off the weapon.

A massive sapphire ball 30 ft wide was produced at the end of the weapon as the barrel began to extend further. Then with a vicious recoil, the massive orb erupted away from the weapon forming a massive freezing beam 45 ft wide. It streaked down the path in a blinding display, the weapon quivered in her hand, the water visibly boiled around the weapons shaft as it discharged a vast amount of heat. She could not see what lay ahead, as the bream struck, what she could only assume was a far wall, and solidified into a solid 45 ft wide pillar of ice. She swam down the 3'ed hall as Kali provided her with the report. Master, detected threats have decreased by 2,700. But the enemy has not been slowed. <<Heat: 262 %>> The FROST II Pin will not be able to be used until it has cooled below 100%. <<Overcharging>> a Pin can cause the Pin to be destroyed should it reach ((300%)) Heat. Please use with caution. Sync has increased to ((182%))

They swam through the dark hall, Ser had released a group of strange living blue lights, much like the Wolfen's soul-candle. They had returned shortly back to her. She described what she had seen. The first path led to a hall with two passages, the main passage seemed to reach a large double door room without water, while the other appeared as a sub-passage through the water far off to some unknown location, however it seemed actively used, as there was evidence of blood, and traces of people brought through the area. The Central path led to a large double door, what lay beyond was a mystery.

Now only the dim light of the Wolfen's flame lit their way as they wandered down the dark path of the 3'ed hall. They reached a large pair of stone double doors. Claw marks marked the well carved stone structure, strange marks, that appeared to be fingernail marks were upon the ground leading into the strange room beyond... things had been brought here, and not willingly. Master. Large number of unknown energy sources detected beyond this door. In addition to an energy source from an unknown object. Ser pet the wolf's side. (Our Prey lays beyond these walls. Stand ready. They are prepared for us.)

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[Desril]

Lu'naus'Fel

About a 30% reduction? Better than I expected, worse than I'd hoped. Still, good to know what we can do in an emergency without needing to rely on a bolt. In your estimation, what would the 303 have done if we'd fired it instead? And will the FLAME firing pin function unimpeded by this water while FROST cools?

Moving along the path, unused to both their speed and movement underwater, Luna has little time to organize her thoughts. Seeing the door though, one idea comes to their minds. We have 24 seconds to shut down that gateway. Which means we don't have time to sit around pondering what could be behind this door. We need Barionheim intact, and Nadia and Aiko are both there, so we can't let these things get through.

Eris

Holding out her left hand, she points toward the door and concentrates, sending a blast of force to push it open. Kali, we haven't tested this much, bolster our reflexes to keep from flying out of control.


Eris uses Accelerated Chaos Pulse (Move Action) to blast the door open.

Non-lethal desolation electric damage (1d3+1)[2]
Reflex Save DC 15 (1d20+3)[17]

Remaining actions and Kestal's turn delayed until we see what's beyond the door. We're probably gonna start blowing **** up.

Eris Bleakness 3/11

Kestal Bleakness 2/13 (her turn hasn't happened yet)

[Lazy Roman]

Slayer Knell
She stops frozen staring down towards The Night. Lifetimes ago she learned, studied and fought Basmae’al only now she was looking directly into the depths of an unthinkable existence.

“Overwatch this Red, I broke off with the main group. I’ve discovered something awful. This world its some weird subspace created from thousands of different worlds…I see it…The EverNight below me. I’m going in. I need to reunite with everyone.”

She transforms her outfit to add goggles and a coat to cover up any exposed skin. She then proceeds into the black miasma. She drops her hand onto the tsuka of her O-Katana. “Group this is Red I’m moving into reinforce you.”

She uses hide in plain sight to avoid detection of enemies till she find her party. Perception Check with blindsight to see where her party went.

[Mornings]

...The Hand Of A Righteous Man:
The Battle of D'Alice - Part I: The Goldwalk Offensive

[Outside the Rift]
"This is OverWatch... It looks like the forward party has been cut off from communications. Last message came in from Red falling in behind the rest of the group who seems to have advanced. It looks like that gate goes a lot deeper then we previously suspected. Communications should still be maintained as long as they are within an adjacent universe... That's one deep 'Rabbit Hole', hopefully they can still get out and make it back to at least some place even remotely close to here to re-establish their link.

I hear you Dragon. The Colonel has been added to the link. I don't trust Red Swords, channel your requests through him. I'd also recommend getting ready for a second wave. There is the off-chance our forward team was defeated as well. With nothing to stop them, the enemy is just going to pour out on top of you. Keep your eyes open."

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F10 - 8:32 AM, Wednesday
Arc: 1 - Bloody August

Slayer Knell
She swam through the black goo that poluted the waters and blocked out all light. The goggles and shadow energy that reformed into a skin-shielding barrier. It hissed and burned as she pushed through the 15 ft of darkness, emerging on the other side. A streak of blue sapphire light still lit the massive hall. She could not have known it was from Luka's arrow, but she knew the light would not last forever. Her cheeks burned terribly, the strange inkor rotted her skin instantaneously, but her regenerative abilities restored the growing wounds sustained from the terrible substance. She looked up, as the shadows begun to pass overhead... A swarm of the creatures.... the 'Grey Cutters' swam 30 ft over her head, she passed unnoticed with her stealthy abilities. They begun to emit a white aura as they touched the black wall, phasing into it, rather then 'passing' through it, as if it was a gate itself. She could feel the energy - they were some place far-far away. She remembered now - this familiar sensation. She had been here once. Died here once. Somewhere in these dark recesses where there existed no flooded halls, she and the Wolfen, Zanaris had reclaimed Tuntar's Spear, freeing 'Death' from her unearthly prison. It was here, in this place, she had first met herself from another universe - a 'Kal' from another time and future. There was many secrets hidden in such a place. Many secrets in The Halls...

She felt her left arm spasm and twitch, snapping to her side and trying to drawn the KuroKami. She wrestled with herself, her left eye glowed. Yes. Something had changed within her since that day she had become the Taiyou. Before The Beast of Dawn, Seiya, had dwelt within the sword, sealed away by her father, Seiya Akoda. But now, it was free. It lived within her, bound to The Devil's Arm she carried. She could hear him speak. ' Yes. I am you, creature. You who had freed me from my prison, have become my prison. Heh. If you were a lesser creature, I would have devoured you... But it is no matter...'

'You have brought us to 'this' place. Do you not feel it? The world between the worlds is tainted. A Calamity. We cannot outside of the physical world, least your body be destroyed. The Interstice is poisoned. Your pitiful 'techniques' to move outside of time are made useless here. Like a ball of ice falling through a fiery pit, you will be consumed. I can sense great Bleakness here. That which I consume. Submit your body to me, and I will devour the 'bleak ones' - Or... die, and die, and die, until your will is broken and I take this form as my own. Decide, human.' The reality of his transformation quickly became evident - she had become the prison, the house, the vessel for the great Dawn Spirit her family had wielded for generations. The Beast that consumes The Night...

She could sense it, the familiar energy coursed through her body. Emlae, A large source of it far south.... and, yes. It was unmistakable. A Legacy Weapon remained here, hidden no doubt. A Guardian stood somewhere within this strange and terrible place. She dreaded the thought. The vary world about her stood upon a knife's edge, she could not use her abilities that let her dwell and act within The Interstice... she was at a very severe disadvantage. Her true sight pierced the dark. She could feel thousands and thousands of enemies ahead. She could feel the energies of her companions move further ahead and down the furthest hall on the right, but still, she could feel the isolation....

Her communication with Over Watch cut, her path out, gone. The previous universe she had been... lost. She was trapped within this terrible place, and she knew how to escape. Where there was a Hall.. there was an Obsidian Gate, but would they make it? Not even their deaths could free them from this prison that ensnared them....They should not have come.

BATTLE MAP
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The D'Alice Offensive
Luna pushed upon the doors with all her might, she felt the EAS kick in, powering her body with unnatural strength. The massive doors opened, then ripped open. The water of the hall flooded into the room in a wave sending the group splashing into the half flooded room. Before them stood 10 massive celestial creatures, made of a pale colorless essence branding massive spears, sapphire halo's floating above their heads. They were incredibly tall, standing 18 ft over the ground, their great-spears as large as the Wolfen that splashed into the room. The room was only filled with waist-deep water, but had breathable air. Luna splashed about in the water, looking up at the fierce female guardians.

Celestial Sentinels
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Far in the rear of the room, an pedestal 15 ft wide formed a strange dais covered with lavish sheets and furnishings as if it was an alter, or 'bed'. A strange girl yawned as she pushed herself off her pillow and looked at the group blankly. She wore a stark white summer dress, her horns and leathery wings were pearl-white, the trident in her hand, was made of a strange stark-white metal as well. She rubbed her eyes, and blinked a few times as if surprised. She squinted and learned forward as if coming to a realization, then her eyes widened in shock a moment later as the angelic sentinels raised their spears and begun charging forward to impale the intruders. She lifted her trident screaming out in a young-squeaky voice. "WAIIIT!" The guardians came to a sharp stop, in an organized offensive wall in front of the group. They were insanely fast.. frightfully so. Their spears had become large glaives of pale light lifted high, prepared to strike.

She pointed at the strangers. " Y-You! You stupid-idiots! Go! Shoo-Shoo! If The Master's see you, you're all as good as dead! Go away! -They'll be back soon... " She through her blanket over her head and hid under the sheets.

Master. We're detecting a very strong Anima Signature coming from somewhere in this room. An object. However... I advise we perhaps pull back. The Sentinels are displaying unknown energies, but of those we can identify they are <<Threat: 190%>>, the strange girl, who appears much like yourself, is displaying a number of unknown energies we have detected from <<Izuna>>. Threat Rating is unknown. Additionally it seems the path back has been blacked as the enemy has substantially increased in speed and is now passing by the hall we had left. With them, a very powerful <<Threat: 770%>> seems to be approaching. I would advise fleeing through the southern door until they have passed. Our current Firing Pins will barely bruise a threat of that level of power. I do not believe the item detected in this room is the item we are looking for to disable the gate. Estimated time remaining til threat passes: 24 seconds

Indeed, as Kali had noted, there was a massive stone door to the right on the southern side of the room. The angels did not seem to be attacking them, but were still frozen mid-strike, as if readied.


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The White Demoness
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[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

Nadia begins to relay information to the Colonel.
Alright Colonel, let me bring you up to speed with what I know. You can draw your own conclusions from there. The attack started about an hour ago. We don't know what the creatures are or where they came from, beyond "through that portal". When we arrived, we found a number of the creatures, which the Magisters have dubbed "Grey Cutters" in combat with number of large creatures from the forest. One of their leaders seemed to be a young girl named Luka I had heard of in my own world, though it seems that was just a Reflection of her. There was a large force of the Cutters on this side of the portal, but Slayer Knell dispatched them almost instantly. She, alongside Luka, a large wolf creature, a massive bear, Luna, and several of the other beasts of the forest went through the portal to find whateveris keeping it open. According to Senior Bolt Magister Yili, we have lost communications with them. The Bolt Magister advises that we prepare for a second wave. I'll remain above and strafe any foes that come out. I should be able to remain out of the line of fire of your men. Does that sound agreeable?

[Desril]

Lu'naus'Fel

Silently swearing, she rapidly fires off a thought to Kali. It's never bad to check, scan everything again and try to pinpoint that strange anima and what it does...and let us know when the excessively high threat is about to pass by our hallway. What is the minimal force we'll need to obliterate that? Would a 303 bolt do it, or would it take a 707

You had the same idea?
I knew what you were thinking.
You're not going to stop me?
What would be the point in trying? It's not as if we have many alternatives now.

Not having any time to mince with words, Kestal reaches out to the white demon's mind while Eris handles the discussion, speaking aloud if they fail to tap into the girl's mind but using telepathy if possible. "Please, we need your help! We're not sure if you need our aid, if you do, you have it, but our friends are in trouble! There's an army flying through a portal into a world we must protect as we speak, as we understand it there's something powering the portal. Please, tell us where it is so we can destroy it, if you help us save them, we'll do whatever you ask! It doesn't matter what happens to us, we'll deal with 'the Masters' if we have to, but we have to stop that army!"


(1d20+13)[30]

[Lazy Roman]

Slayer Knell

Her mind raced with what few options she had left. She communicates with their link. As she does she pushes her way down to the source of the Emlae this new Legacy weapon. She uses her shadow step and other teleport abilities to shorten the time while still under the cover of her hide in plain sight ability.

Perception Check

“Yes, I sense it. This Calamity. Seiya Akoda, I’ve carried you for thousands of years, countless battles, countless victories and countless deaths. You speak as if death has any meaning to me anymore. I’ve died many times and I’ve been reborn a new stronger than ever. I have purpose to serve as the Seraph and complete The Legacy.”

[iValkyrieX]

Kunji-Dak

Looking at the large guardians Doc stands up to assert his dominance. "We mean no harm or disposition to you or your guardians. We have only come to find a way to close the portal that has open and allowing an enemy to flood into my homeworld. We are trying to halt the creatures where they stand...or swim if you must. Can you help us? Or have something that might assist us, such as knowledge or weapons? He looks back to the girl sitting upon his back and sees the glow in her eyes "Ser, is there anything you can tell about these creatures and the girl? Something seems off to me..." There was a wag in his tail and a glint in his eye before taking several steps toward the girl very cautiously ready for anything from the guards.

Use 'See Alignment' on the guard closest to him

[Mornings]

...The Hand Of A Righteous Man:
The Battle of D'Alice - Part I: The Goldwalk Offensive

[Outside the Rift]
The Colonel nodded up at Nadia in acknowledgement but his attention was elsewhere. He raised a hand, his men leveled there weapons at the gate. The coming swarm could be seen gathering on the other side. "...HOLD! ....HOLD!... " The creatures spewed forth from the gate, water splashing out of the hole in the air. "...FIRE! ....FIRE AT WIL!" The Red Swords unloaded a full broadside-volley at the creatures dropping the first line of them. The forward line of men knelt down to reload as the second moved up unleashing their volley and falling to a knee as the first rose again, ready to fire. They were a well trained, organized unit. A crashing beam of light from the distance struck down disintegrating a dozen of the strange creatures, but they did not cease their charge. They pouring out of the gate, seemingly endless in number.

"This is OverWatch... Something isn't right. They're faster then last time. Get some distance between you and that gate. I'm picking up a major distortion emanating from the rift... There seems to be not only a major time disparity evident, but a force mobilizing that is much vaster then all of the previous."

The Colonel pointed at his secondary units, " Second Platoon, fall back to South-End and Cover our retreat! - First Platoon, hold the line! Prepare to fall back on my order!" The systematic firing lines continued their assault as the occasional Bolt struck down clearing out a line of the creatures. The enemies had come, but much faster then expected. What had happened to their allies within?

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F10 - 8:32 AM, Wednesday
Arc: 1 - Bloody August

Slayer Knell
' Foolish human. I am not the man who imprisoned me. Nor a patient soul. Death is not your punishment, it is the stones laid to usher your self-destruction. I will flay the fragile flesh of your sanity. Rend your spirit from your body, and cast you into the Æther, worm. Then you may speak to me again of 'death' - when there is nothing left of you to be salvaged and devoured by even the pit dwellers of The Night. '

She teleported forward, to were the two distinct energy signals separated. One from the far hall, and another far-far away down the second. Her body fought against herself, her left hand grasping the tsuka of her blade, half drawing it. She grit her teeth, and snapped the sword back in its scabbard, but she could feel the influence grow every second. Soon she would not be able to contain this beast so easily... It's strength was returning, perhaps because of this place. Her allies had taken the 3ed path, but she could sense another signature much further away. Her gaze drifted up, though she could not 'see' it, she could 'feel' it... somewhere, in this hall, between the worlds beneath. She walked... a Chapter Angel. Even though she was not in their world, her aura was oppressive. It choked her, with the unsightly spiritual pressure, crushing her chest and causing her ears to ring terribly. It had been a very long time since she had encountered such a powerful being.

The D'Alice Offensive
Master, we are unable to pinpoint the exact location of this signature. However, it is emanating from some strange sub-space within this location. Additionally X CALIBER is unable to fire Bolts capable of eliminating a Threat above 700%... I believe all of our current Bolts will be completely ineffective against this Threat. This is a <<Class I Anima Threat>> Calibers are not outfitted to contend with such creatures and entities of higher existence. We would require a Heavy Bolt-Gun to fire a sufficiently powered round, such as a C.SABRE 909, EX. GALE 909, or similar round, which would, no doubt cause a World Anima collapse. I do not believe even this state would deter this entity however. Calculated % of victory are ((0.0083%)) - <<WARNING>> Master, It appears this threat is not following the current flow of enemies, and is similarly moving in an <<Alter-Space>> not physically adjoined to this world. Estimated time of arrival - Unknown. It appears our calculations of time based on our current position are not synonymous with the <<Alter-Space>> this threat is moving through. It appears the massive assortment of threats are also moving in similar fashion. Many of them have already have already existed this universe, I can only assume the attack on D'Alice has begun in full.

The white demoness covered her head in the sheets. The large Wolfen stepped forward, though still 6 ft shorter then the massive celestials. There spears prodded him backwards defensively, the white light incinerating his dark-grey fur leaving scorched marks on his flesh. The wound healed almost as quickly as it had been received, but it was more then a little painful. His vision outlined the guardian before him in a pale light. They were True Neutral creatures, without thought for the laws, goods or evils of the world - only to their duty.

The small demon-girl spoke from beneath the sheets, not revealing herself from the mound of linin. Luna's mental connection met with a violent retaliatory psychic jolt that sent her to the floor, clutching her head as if she had been struck. It was far less agonizing then her previous encounter, but the energy was similar to one she had felt before... when The End had ripped her soul into pieces. She dreaded the extent of damage this strange girl might have been able to inflict were she malicious. " Stop it... Go away. The Stranger... he came here with The Masters. He opened the gate - told his lies to my Sisters... You can't stop them. None of you can. They'll kill you, and you'll be trapped below with the rest of them... forever, and ever. You shouldn't have come here... The Stranger's weird crystal is in The Drowned Antechamber... you should have taken the hall in the center, or the first hall. The gods must surely hate you. Now they'll find you... they'll find you, and you'll all be sealed below... with all the others. Now go away! Go away, stupid creatures! -You'll get me in trouble! "

Ser sighed on his back, wrapping an arm around his neck as the great beast stood. ("Eh... She is a White Oracle. One of the guides that dwell in The Halls. A Daughter of White who oversees The Cycle and Rebirth of the Fallen Worlds. No doubt, these 'Masters' are The Masters of The Halls, there should only be one within this place. That there are more... it is quite concerning. It appears we've made an error in our choice to follow this woman and we should have followed our instinct to select one of the previous paths. It is unlikely that this path connects to the others, and explores some of the deeper depths of this place, which The White Oracle alone knows. An unending labyrinth that grows as more Fallen Worlds are gathered. We should not stay here longer then required. A great enemy comes, wielding forces greater then I can contest in this form. We've few choices now. But perhaps I may be able to bring us back to one of the previous paths if we walk through one of the worlds below us. For there is indeed many. A 4th dimension of movement that remains unseen to your eyes... Shall we be off?")

[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

Seeing the oncoming tide of foes, Nadia unleashes a blast of flame into their ranks before winging back to follow the retreat of the Reds.
"Overwatch, can I get a plain speech translation? Planar integrity, magic, and sciences weren't exactly the focuses of my studies back home, and I'd hate to make a mistake because I only thought I knew what you were saying."

fire breath on a line of them, aiming from a side instead of the front. 80ft line, will roll damage in the ooc. Then following the retreat (flyby attack +210ft fly speed)

[iValkyrieX]

Kunji'Dak

"If you insist. I still feel uneasy about this girl, something about her makes my tail raise. I have too many questions to be answered and not enough time. I'll leave it up to you to decided which path is more important, I seem to be on a string of bad choices. Let us leave the gun girl behind before she blows us all to Death's embrace." He sighs with a defeated look on his face.

[Desril]

Lu'naus'Fel

Hearing that they chose poorly as far as hallways are concerned, and that reaching out mentally was another mistake, ****! You're the smart one, think of something!

Working on it! A way to save Nadia and Aiko, to protect Barionheim, keep everyone who came with us here alive, and profit off of this ill-conceived venture...there has to be a way!


Rolled in OOC, success

[Mornings]

...The Hand Of A Righteous Man:
The Battle of D'Alice - Part I: The Goldwalk Offensive

[Outside the Rift]
"This is OverWatch... I'll keep it simple Goldie. Time isn't moving at the same pace inside the hole. Looks like a massive amount of the damn things are coming out. Much more then ever before. You need to pull out, and quickly. Regroup at South-End, Magisters are arriving now to support your position."

Nadia flew by unleashing a gushing geyser of dragon-fire from her maw. It washed over the creatures lighting them aflame, but they did not fall. They marched forward into the volley of rifle-fire as another Bolt struck down finishing off the gathering mob of flaming metal creatures. Nadia broke away from the combat falling back with The Red Swords. Captain Gisela's sharpshooters began sniping from South-End again, their supplies seemingly restored. A number of uniformed Magisters also stood gathered at South-End firing large powerful rifles downrange at the portal as well. The firefight had erupted in full.

Aiko snapped a crystal from the air bringing it to her wrist a shield of golden energy radiated around herself. It was strangely effective, coating her in a golden aura. Gunfire rang out in a deafening song as the endless mob poured forth. The second platoon had reached South-End taking up position and firing upon the portal as well. The creatures were held at bay, unable to push any further as there numbers meant little when caught in the bottle-neck of the rift between the worlds.

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F10 - 8:32 AM, Wednesday
Arc: 1 - Bloody August
Luna focused, her mythic power surging within her. There had to be a way to save everyone, a solution to be found. The image of The great wolf and the wolf-tailed image of Luka faded from sight as if they were a specter, she waved once as they departed from the chamber as if they had never been.

The visions came to her, battle had begun in full in the world of Faith Holding, the 'Grey Cutters' had breached the portal, they had been too late. The strange creatures phased through the 'Alter-Space' between the worlds unimpeded, neither present in their world or any other. They would fall, D'Alice would burn. They were trapped, there was no escape, as the strange girl had said. At their backs, waited death - and their eternal damnation within this prison. At their fore lay the endless snaking paths of worlds long fallen. Never would she find the Emlae stone to close the gate. Not here, not in this world. No, there was no answer here. She had erred, and that mistake had cost them dearly.... But this was not the end. Yes, she had failed - but what was time in a world beyond the scopes of Causality. What was a 'world' in a flat and narrow path formed from the worlds fallen and discarded. She could try again. If not in this world, perhaps in another. If not in this time - perhaps another. She had crossed the World Lines before to aid her dear friend, though with the assistance of her Mother. Perhaps once more... with the assistance of this strange girl who carried the same strange Resonance as The End. She needed to go back, before they had come to this hall. She needed to be in a world where she had not made this choice. She would need the aid of 'The White Oracle' - she'd heard that name before.... but where? ...But when?

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F9 - 4:32 AM, Thursday
Arc: 1 - Bloody August
The Wolfen and Ser stood in the room, there was no water. No flooded floors. The girl and her guardians waited patiently before them as if expecting them. " My, so you came back? How many times has this been? No matter. Will you try again? The Stranger waits for you still in The Drowned Antechamber. " He could feel it.... how many years had passed.... when was this?

[Desril]

Lu'naus'Fel

Late. They were too late. They were always too late it seemed. Closing her eyes briefly, Luna sighs in resignation and turns to the demoness. "We've dealt with the Stranger before, and if he's the one who caused this, we'll make him pay for it later, but right now, we need your help. I don't know if you're here by choice or if you want to leave this place, but we need to see the White Oracle and have her send us to another World-Line. We're not without friends and resources, even if some are out of reach at present. What do you want for your help?"


Eris Memory Check
Kestal Memory Check

[jamieth]

Aiko, Daughter of White
Right before Nadia's assault

Aiko wasn't particularly fond od fighting; opposite of that, in fact. In most any situation, she would prefer talking to fleeing, fleeing to fighting, and in fight, pretecting her allies to fighting herself. Still, she wasn't stupid, and in a fight of such scale, there just wasn't safe spots.

Of course, that made her position somewhat tricky; long ago, in a different life, she gave a vow to eschew armor, relying only on her faith in Arshea for protection... and whatever power fueled the Kast on her wrist, it certainly wasn't one of faith. On the other hand, it wasn't strictly speaking 'armor', either... and Aiko already accepted she'll have to be... flexible to survive here.

Feeling somewhat confident within the shining aura, the priestess headed towards the Colonel's men, ready to provide them any assistance she could...

[Lazy Roman]

Slayer Knell

She grits her teeth doing her best to stay conscious. Her mind is screaming as she gasps for her air. Her only thought over her own screams of agony are to escape and shut out his influence. “No...gotta get out before it's too late.” She forces her right hand down on the pomel to help fight away at Seiya. as she works her way back to the portal from which she came using every technique at her disposal to move as quickly as possible under the cover of hide in plain sight.

Perception Check

[iValkyrieX]

Kunji'Dak

Do you sense that his is the right place? And what does she mean by 'again'....i can only assume that since we just jumped through to a fourth dimension that time itself has changed as well. We have been here in a different time maybe. How many different 'dimensions' are there that you can change between? The answer might be inaccessible still to us now. Fair enough then, care to show us the way 'right' way this time? or lend us a weapon perhaps?" He drops down on all fours and begins to make his way back to the large hall with three paths. He proceeds to take the center path until he sees a doorway and proceeds to open it.

[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

Affirmative Overwatch, pulling back
Luna, you had better get your ass out here.
Nadia swoops down and grabs Aiko around the waist with one claw.
Come on, we need to get out!
She turns on wing and heads towards South-End.

[Mornings]

...The Hand Of A Righteous Man:
The Battle of D'Alice - Part I: The Goldwalk Offensive

[Outside the Rift]
Nadia swooped down and grabbed Aiko from the rear of the firing teams holding the enemy at bay. The assault from South-End intensified into a storm of lead and iron. Colonel Hansreich issued the order of retreat to his men. The first platoon of Red Swords fell back under the heavy fire from the fort to their rear. A series of massive explosions began to pepper the portal's entrance, blasts of crimson light.

"This is OverWatch... Good job Goldie. You bought us enough time. Bolt-Magister class 15-Bravo has arrived at South-End. We should be able to hold them from here. Regroup at South-End, you'll receive new orders from Senior Bolt-Magister Kyane"

...The Hand Of A Righteous Man:
The Battle of D'Alice - Part II: The South-End Defensive
South-End was quickly becoming crowded with strange black motor-vehicles, young men and women with longrifles, and a number of crimson garbed Magisters. At the fore atop the fort, was another woman standing next to Captain Gisela. She wore a heavily modified Bolt-Magister's uniform which appeared to be some form a battle-regalia. Heavy armored plates, and massive shells that looked larger then any Bolt they'd seen adorned her. A super-massive quad-barreled crimson 'cannon' of a weapon was firmly grasped in her hand as she dropped her tinted-green goggles over here face, and unleashed a storm of rapid shots. One, two, three.. a fourth. Massive pillars of whirling crimson energy exploded in the distance vaporizing everything in the distance. The sub-sonic explosions from the particle-beam-like discharge through the sharpshooters manning the roof of the building to the ground. The barrel revolved once with a sharp 'CLACK' - the weapon reloaded. A second volley of infernal flame was unleashed from the weapon. No other unit bothered firing as the massive 8 ft Heavy Bolt-Gun hammered off round after round with deafening thunderous cacophony like a 180mm cannon from warship. She slapped a large belt of bolts from her waist into the side of her weapon. The barrel turned again, with hardly any pause in fire. Her hands worked furiously, though she was screaming out of the fire like a madman, the roar of her weapon drowned out her war cry. Death rained down upon the valley - no enemies escaped her wrath, yet the horde did not relent.

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F10 - 8:32 AM, Wednesday, XXXX
Arc: 1 - Bloody August

Slayer Knell
She sped backwards fleeing from the terrible aura of the Angel between the worlds in the distance. She crashed into the massive wall of pitch inkor. She struggled and swam and fought, but there was no end. The sea of burning pitch was endless. She writhed and struggled dragging herself back before falling out of the caustic cloud of flesh-dissolving goo. There was nothing beyond. There was no 'portal' to go back to. She was trapped, they were trapped. This was indeed the prison she had feared, a prison that could even hold the dark things below... The swarm pressed on phasing through the dark cloud overhead without noticing her at all. She hated this place, they should not have come.

The great beast Seiya laughed at her struggle. ' Fool. Weakling. Do you now understand your predicament? Despair, for there is no escape, no light nor salvation in this tainted world. Not even your death will free you, only bury you further in this prison, til your mind succumbs to this madness and your body becomes my own. Hehe...'

'A wall at your back. Death at your fore. A Calamity between you. Death below you. Fury above... What will you do mortal? This world was created to be such a prison - without answer, without escape. The perfect fortress to build such a tainted horde such as this. The perfect fortress to unleash such an attack.'

'You need me, mortal. You possess not the strength nor will to consume The Night. An untrained puppet, a fraud playing at 'warrior'. My, The Clan of Dawn must surly have ceased to be if you are the best they can muster. Now choose. How will you repent for your failure? ...These Halls are more then willing to doll out your punishment. Or will you submit to me and spare yourself such pain? '
***************

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F10 - 8:32 AM, Wednesday, 1962
Arc: 1 - Bloody August, Line 2

The Daughter of Evenings
The white demoness threw the sheets off her head, putting her chin in her palms and looking at Luna with a wicked smile in her eyes, knowingly. " " Oh. Have you started to remember? Hm. No matter, again. I am The White Oracle. This is my home, and you Lu'naus are still too weak to face him.. so weak. But that is okay, maybe you'll fare better this time. This time, I'll give you 100 years. It is 1962. Should you fail to make it this time, you'll have to start alllll-over again. You probably won't remember anything...again, and the labyrinth will change. But that's okay, maybe you'll make it this time. On your mark.... get set. Bye-bye." She snapped her fingers. The water drained away from the world around her, but nothing else. She was still in the room, there was a dim light in the halls. The guardians still stood in the room, the hue of the world had slightly changed to a lightly golden-glaze. She was in another World-Line... everything had changed.

The girl on the large marble pedestal leaned up with a yawn, looking up at Luna. She blinked twice lazily then fell back down. " ...Go away. I'm busy." Kali's voice filled her mind as a screen of data displayed on her HUD.

Master, a <<Universal Class>> anomaly has been detected. I believe we have transitioned to a separate variation of our previous dimension, as we might define it. Currently we are unable to properly translate this event. However, I do not detect any of the previous Threat Signatures in the immediate area. I believe we should act while we can.

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F9 - 4:32 AM, Thursday, 2020
Arc: 1 - Bloody August

("It appears we have been here a number of times. The disparity I sense is of our own state of existence. Each level of this maze appears to overlap and adjoin previous instances of time, and probability, unable to distinguish what has happened, 'will' happen, and what 'might' happen. I would refrain from going any deeper then this - it is likely things will become even more convoluted as more Fallen Worlds and Principles are introduced into our current universe. It appears we have also moved forward in time to a significant degree. It is likely that a possible future series of events have already placed us within this universe and now we have, in essence, 'Reflected' into that state of the 'us' who 'where'.... this place is proving to be quite troublesome. I would like to smash this jewel and be gone quickly. I have detected traces of ourselves who no longer remain within this universe, or adjoined worlds below. I assume this is the 'us' who have successfully escaped this place. If we track our own essence like prey, we should be able to find the exit. A simple task for Hunters.")

The White Oracle sat on her alter waving her feet, her guardians still standing silently in the room. " ...Ugh. A weapon? What good would that do you here? Now for the last time, You've come the right way this time. Just take the door to the south and keep going forward until you find The Drowned Antechamber. Just don't let any of the 'other ones' see you. Have fun~!" Ser pat the wolfs head. ("Hm. I suppose in an alternate universe, in a sub-division of a dimension we have previous ventured... that woman was right? ...I hate this place ...Pity we didn't bring her. Shall we be off?")

[jamieth]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

Affirmative Overwatch, pulling back
Luna, you had better get your ass out here.
Nadia swoops down and grabs Aiko around the waist with one claw.
Come on, we need to get out!
She turns on wing and heads towards South-End.

Aiko, Daughter of White

"Wait!" Aiko called out, powerlessly struggling to wiggle out of the claws, "Luna's still there! we have to make sure she's OK!"

[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

Nadia's entire body tenses for a moment, reflexively squeezing Aiko
"I know. But we can't fight those things without the Reds. You saw how little impact my fire had on them. We have to fall back so that we can mount a counterattack once this wave passes. Luna is smarter and stronger than either of us, and she's got Rymont's supergun. She'll be alright Aiko.
Nadia's tone is less than certain though. She drops Aiko a few inches above the ground at South-End before landing herself.
" Would someone direct me to Senior Bolt Magister Kyane?"

[iValkyrieX]

Kunji'Dak

"A weapon would have been nice to have, to be able to wield the power to take lives within my hands once more. No matter my hands are my weapons per say." He licks the girl and then proceeds to the large door to the south of the room. "Farewell mistress." His candle sparks and flickers as he drops down to all fours. "I'm not sure how much time we have left anymore...but let us be off with haste as if there wasn't much time. Can you make us blend in more with the surroundings so we are not seen? I will do my best to assist."

Perception check beyond the door - take 10
Stealth check - take 10 (cuz mornings is ****)
Soul candle - Energy damage

[Mornings]

...The Hand Of A Righteous Man:
The Battle of D'Alice - Part II: The South-End Defensive

[Outside the Rift]
The dragon and Aiko touched down at South-End in front of a young Magister. He covered his ears as the massive gun above howled, firing a storm of destruction. He looked at Aiko, "Nice dragon miss...Whoa!" He took a step back startled as the beast spoke, still covering his ears. "Wha? Bolt-Magister Kyane? Can't miss her. 'The Mad-Magister' is up top firing that monstrosity, uh.. Miss-Dragon. The rest of 15-Bravo is coming up the ridge line. I think 15-Alpha and Senior Bolt-Magister Z'Nel are taking there sweet time, but they should be falling-in soon as well. Captain Gisela is coordinating the defensive front against these things. They already started fortifications. I don't think you'll be much help if you can't fire a Longrifle, but see what they have for you."

"This is OverWatch... Good job Goldie and girlie. Looks like you made it back in one piece. 15-Bravo is forming up on South-End. Class 15-Alpha just arrived at OverWatch. Senior Bolt-Magister Z'Nel is... I think she's grazing? Uh. It might be awhile before they get down to your position. But it looks like things are moving a long. The Goldwalk Offensive has failed. Condition of our Forward Team; unknown. Our priorities are now the defense of D'Alice. Thankfully, for whatever reason, the portal is one-directional, and their attention seems to be held on South-End which has completely removed the enemy's focus from the city. Captain Gisela and The D'Alice Guard are fortifying The Goldwalk Pass and South-End for long-term occupation. Please report to Magister Kyane for further orders, and defend The D'Alice Guard while you go about your mission. Good luck - Overwatch, out."


The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F9 - 4:32 AM, Thursday, 2020
Arc: 1 - Bloody August
Ser accepted the wet lick, and whipped her hand on the beasts fur coat absentmindedly. " Silly doggy. No one can change the inevitability of your death and failure should you look to fight every little thing you cross, and no 'weapon' would aid you in defeating 'that man'. Good luck, doggy."

The Wolfen crept forward pushing through the 25 ft stone door to the south. A bluish mist roiled off from the ground as he crept, he noticed his form blending into his surroundings like a chameleon. The magics of the natural world Ser wielded. Before him, lay a massive pass. A hall... It went on for a short while before breaking off in a turn, but on the western wall laid a large iron gate, with a barred steel door behind it. He could hear muffled cries, and weeping. The cries of a gagged creature in pain... His eyes darted about. Blood. His nose picked up the smells of many different creatures, some dead, some dying. Dried and fresh stains were dragged across the floor in a rather careless manner, like a butcher had dragged a bloody carcass across the floor and off down the hall. He heard a long drawn out muffled scream and the soft wet dull splattering thud of some gory prize hitting the floor. He knew that sound well, the sound his enemies bowel's made when his claws disemboweled them with a single stroke of his massive siccitite talons. He could hear the grinding of a gate within the room being risen, a woman's hysteric scream could be heard. "NO- NO, PLEASE! MERCY... MERCY! AHH-MMMMMM! " Her screams were cut short, a violent thud, and the sound of her cries becoming muffled. A chuckle could be heard within, "...Disgusting creatures. Why Father enjoys playing with them, I'll never know. Finish with that one... I'll deliver this sack of meat." He heard a boot kick some heavy dense object with a thud. Movement ahead, someone was beginning to unlock the door.

[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

The dragon walks towards the "Mad Magister"
"Magister Kyane, I was told to report to you. How can I help with the defenses?"
<Overwatch> "Grazing?"

[iValkyrieX]

Kunji'Dak

With the sound of the door unlocking and the door opening the wolf freezes. He drops to all four in case he is seen so he can run. "That's not good. Prepare yourself, we may have to run." Doc will stand still in a crouched position until it is clear to proceed down the hall to the drowned antechamber.

Perception [roll0] on the room when it opens

[Mornings]

...The Hand Of A Righteous Man:
The Battle of D'Alice - Part II: The South-End Defensive

[Outside the Rift]
"This is OverWatch... Eh. Grazing. That is correct... She likes the green grass, and considering half of it is burnt to a crisp over here, she's taking her sweet time. E-Hmph, I'll keep it simple for you Goldie. Senior Bolt-Magister Z'Nel is...an L'Athyik Yila, like your friend. Though... less floppy eared and feral, no offence. "

The Bolt-Magister hammered off round-after-round, the heavy metal casings crashed to the floor like lead-cylinders. She cackled madly to the sky, as if mocking the gods above, with no mind to her aim as the deafening blasts of bolt-fire drowned out everything else. The sharpshooters and Junior Magisters above South-End stood away from her covering their ears as the Bolt-storm shredded the valley and enemies in an annihilating incendiary cloud of rapid 60 ft blasts of crimson light. She didn't seem to notice Nadia at all, then again, the dragon couldn't even hear herself over the roar of the massive weapon. The very air visibly trembled and quaked pushing away from the muzzle of her weapon with each Bolt fired as if a crushing vortex of air was being released. The Junior-Magister from before tapped her on the back, he was screaming something , "Ca...Er.....You... " She couldn't make out the words even though his face was turning red from yelling. He took out a notepad and wrote it down. She can't hear you!

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F9 - 4:32 AM, Thursday, 2020
Arc: 1 - Bloody August
The Wolfen crouched down, staying deathly still as the barred steel door opened. A bladed arm slid through the old iron portcullis and lifted the gate up into the wall. The strange dismal creature walked out. It was wrapped in dark, yet well cared for cloth. It's limbs and each part of its flesh covered by white linin cloth, as if the creature had been mummified. A large billowing dark purple cowl masked its features. One arm was a chain hanging down from an empty sleeve ending in an animated bladed claw. The other was a stub of metal, a multi-sectioned animated blade, like a 6 inch wide series of linked swords. The creature's clawed hand dragged a corpse out of the room. Its eyes, and internal organs had been removed neatly with careful surgical incisions. Even the tongue of the creature had been removed. Blood, still warm and fresh dribbled from its mouth, and poured from its chest cavity and empty abdominals. The strange mummified creature dragged the corpse down the hall with heavy steps. Heavy leather boots were strapped to the creature's legs, a number of belts running across its thighs as if binding the flesh together. It's anatomy was heavily modified, its upper body was narrow and lithe, while its lower body was powerful and massive, as if naturally agile. The creature dragged the body easily, its powerful legs pulling the large corpse of what was once a man with little effort and around the corner of the hall. The Wolfen appeared to have remain unnoticed.

Within the room, a massive lumbering creature of black and leathery flesh slammed the door closed, though the gate did not lower. Inside the room he had seen a number of large intricate wooden tables, a woman was strapped to the board struggling and streaming silently while gagged. He could hear the sorrowful moaning of other men and creatures further inside. Other prisoners were within the room as well... He caught the distinct scent in the air, the scent of the forest-folk within. Ser pat the wolf on the side. ("Ignore small one, he will be next. The big one must die... They have tainted our lands, and violated our people. Kill them.")

[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

Nadia resist the urge to facepalm.
"Overwatch, any advice for getting her attention? That weapon of hers is a bit loud, and I'd rather not startle her. It looks like it could put a sizable hole through me"

[iValkyrieX]

Kunji'Dak

Charge door
Overrun on door - take ten
Charge into room
Pounce badguy


"This must be done...there is no other way." Doc stands up with a fire in his eyes and charges the door and leaps through the air to attack the enemy.

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[Desril]

Lu'naus'Fel

This time? So...we've already tried before...no matter, we'll try again until we succeed. We have an eternity to get this right!

Silently agreeing with Kali, she glances toward the White Oracle, "When we get out of here, you should come with me. Your Sister would love to meet her family."

Kali, lower the Limiter on us, we have to move as quickly as possible, she tells their newest soul, highlighting the Limiter Down action in her HUD. And continue to focus on scanning this place for both the thing generating the portal and anything that may be of interest.

With nothing else to stop her, Luna does whatever her analytic mind deems best.


Flash of Omniscience: What do we do? (1d100)[31] Success on 76 or lower.

1) I figure out how to get out of this place and return to Nadia and Aiko after #2 is accomplished
2) The portal is no longer a threat (whether because it was shutdown, made impassible, or nothing harmful can utilize it)
3) I get something useful out of this place (be it power or tools or allies)
4) What questions should I ask, when, and to whom to accomplish these objectives?

[jamieth]

Aiko, Daughter of White

"Overwatch? What do you mean, condition of Forard Team unknown?"

"Nadia, we have to do something! Go there, find Luna!" she quickly calms herself, though, "OK, not go there, maybe, but still..."

Hearing the advice to ask Magister Kyane, she runs after Nadia and, noticing her unsuccessful attempts to attract Bolt-Magister's attention, decides to assist. Approaching the Junior Magister who seemed so... surprised to see her before, she unwraps the veil and hands it to him, "hold it for a moment, please, would you..." with that, she fearlessly approaches Kyane from behind and taps her shoulder. "Magister Kyane!"

[Mornings]

...The Hand Of A Righteous Man:
The Battle of D'Alice - Part II: The South-End Defensive

[Outside the Rift]
"This is OverWatch... Hah. Don't let her scare you off before you've even gotten a chance to talk to her. She's just a little uppity, but she won't blow your head off.. normally. - As I said, the connection to the forward team has been lost. Which means they are no longer within this universe and/or an adjacent universe, or they have been defeated. Either case is not good, but seeing as the enemy is now attacking us, I can only assume that means our offensive team is no longer viewed as a threat to the enemy. In cases like this, that would usually mean, displaced, dead, or hiding. There's nothing we can do for them now, they'll have to find there own way out if they're still alive. "

Aiko poked the 'Mad Magister', her head was still facing the sky laughing madly as her massive weapon hammered out Bolt after Bolt upon the enemy. She looked over her shoulder, pausing to cease the onslaught. The horde begun to pour forth from the rift, the fire teams quickly took their positions again unleashing volleys of fire upon the creatures. The Magister started at the girl blankly, she flipped the massive weapon on her shoulder, its length compacted to half its size, she slid off her goggles. "...COMMON GIRL, CAN'T YOU SEE I WAS HAVING A MOMENT!? WHAT'CHA WANT!? I'M A LITTLE DEAF, YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO SPEAK UP! - I'M SENIOR BOLT-MAGISTER SHANNON FINCH KYANE! YOU WITH YILI'S CREW!? -WELL YOU ARE NOW, GOOD TO SEE YOU! ...SO LOOK, THAT THING, WE CAN'T CLOSE IT, BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN WE CAN'T CONTAIN IT. YOU'RE GOING WITH MAGISTER Z'NEL AND 15-ALPHA AROUND THE VALLEY. THERE'S FOUR ALTER-PYLONS TO PUT UP. WE'RE GOING TO PUT THE HOLE, IN ANOTHER HOLE, AND KEEP THE DAMNED BUGS CONTAINED IN THAT TIL WE GET THE STUPID THING CLOSED. EASY RIGHT!? DAMN RIGHT!"

"SO, YOU'RE MOVING OUT ONCE YOU GET YOUR HEAD ON STRAIGHT. TALK TO CAPTAIN GISELA AND GET SOME LONGRIFLES AND AMMO, NORMAL WEAPONS AREN'T CUTTING IT. ARM UP AND GET BACK HERE ON THE DOUBLE. 15-ALPHA IS FALLING IN AS WE SPEAK. MAGISTER Z'NEL SHOULD BE HERE SHORTLY. NOW..." She flipped the massive weapon off her shoulder, the weapon doubled in size as the short fiery woman begun screaming as she fired off a storm of Bolts. "GET SOME! AHHHHHHH-HAHAHAHAHAHA! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! YEAAAAHH!" The wind from the recoil sent Aiko flying backwards, being narrowly caught by the Junior Magister from before. She didn't notice just how violent the explosive bursts were, the shock from each Bolt fired released a crushing shockwave. Those around her, were not cowering away from her, it was that they couldn't physically approach any closer without being thrown. It was then she noticed, The Senior Magister appeared young, because of her energy and short stature, but her eyes were old and empty. Her fight leg and arm were prosthetic, as was her left hand, powered by superhuman alien technologies. Her left side was scared and covered by a buckled crimson metal plate, her neck and lower jaw were supported by a strange spinal exoskeleton apparatus. The scars were hardly visible, but up close she could see the damage to her body she wore like so many golden badges. She was an engine of war. Her solid stance was unrelenting before the explosive waves of force her massive weapon belched forth into the sky...

Senior Bolt-Magister Shannon Finch Kyane; 'The Mad Magister'
http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f7/DreadfulMorning/SHATTERED%20STAR/Revelations%20of%20Rain/%20Senior%20Bolt-Magister%20Shannon%20Finch%20Kyane_zps4kitnb8n.jpg

[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

The dragon extends her front right leg towards Aiko
<Aiko> Climb up my leg and get on my back. You'll be at least a little more comfortable up there, and you won't be in the way when I land
<Overwatch> Overwatch, Kyane told us to meet up with Z'Nel and 15-Alpha and assist there. Can you direct me towards their location?

[jamieth]

Aiko, Daughter of White

"OK, let's do it..." Aiko quickly mounts the dragon, "Longrifle, though... not sure I'll be able to handle it... but worth trying! We have to do something, after all!"

[Lazy Roman]

Slayer Knell

Slayer Knell takes off from the black miasma to where she sense her companions are still using her shadow step and other skills to get there as fast as possible under the cover of hide in plain sight.
Perception Check
“I would do just fine if I could control my own body.”

[Mornings]

...The Hand Of A Righteous Man:
The Battle of D'Alice - Part II: The South-End Defensive

[Outside the Rift]
"This is OverWatch... 15-Alpha is heading down towards South-End now. Grab some Longrifles, then acquire some ammunition from below. Z'Nel stopped stuffing her face, so be quick about it. You're going to be close to useless out in the field without a weapon that hits hard enough. I'm sure everyone within a mile heard Dear-Kyane, it's almost impossible not to. Take care of that and hold tight. 15-Alpha will be at your position any second. "

The Junior Magister that had caught Aiko before waved a hand to catch her attention. There was little point in attempting to speak over the deafening roar of Kyane's massive weapon. He pulled his Longrifle off his back and handed it to the woman atop the dragon. He pointed down, below as he yelled out something, his words muted by the ceaseless hail of death. He led them off the South-End's ceiling level, moving inside, fetching a mid-sized satchel. He opened it displaying two types of ammunition. He pointed to the red-rounds, and made an 'exploding' gesture with his hand. He tossed the bag at Aiko to sling over her shoulder, while pointing at a purple-round he had on himself, then making an 'impact' gesture by punching his own hand.

"This is OverWatch... Looks like you're armed. Red is for 'booms' - Purple is for railing things. Longrifles hit really-really hard. Which is why they're the common firearm..."

Aiko slung the bag and looked over the 6ft-long Mosin–Nagant. It was such a strange weapon. She followed OverWatch's instructions sliding a 5-round clip of the purple ammunition into the internal magazine of the weapon. It was a large bolt-action rifle with an exceptionally refined design, almost identical to The Red Sword's rifles. The young Magister gave her a thumbs up and moved back to his position above.

"This is OverWatch... Good job. Looks like you're ready to do this. Magister Z'Nel and 15-Alpha have reached your position. Just keep calm, and when you see something - point-and-click. Easy right? Good luck."

A group of men and women with a strange assortment of weapons and strange body modifications to their limbs stormed forth with a certain air of arrogance and pride, heads held high. None of them carried any form of 'gun' on their person. At their lead was a 7ft tall L'Athryik Yila woman clad in red Bolt-Magister robes, her arms were clad in massive gauntlets of a strange metal alloy. She wore a cowl which seemed to be built over an array of strange devices. Like a helmet her ears and head were covered by strange animated steel. She carried a large metal case on her back, which a wide 6 ft sword of some-sort was housed. She looked down at them with bored brown eyes as if disappointed with the sight of the dragon and the woman with the longrifle. Her group of black uniformed Magisters fell in behind her in lock-step fashion, not organized, but in a strange-sync. She did not stop her advance, instead pulling the dragon along with one of her super-massive power-fists while speaking, her voice penetrated their minds as if amplified through some psionic vox-network Senior Bolt-Magister Xal'wa Z'Nel. 15-Alpha. Operation, commencing. Secure the pass. They walked forward away from South-End directly towards the bottle-necking pass while Magister Kyane unleashed her unending volley of explosive rage upon the creatures. Two Magisters moved up as they walked carrying large looking tripods with strange crystals at their tops. The Magister released Nadia, not bothering to look at the odd pair. The defensive operation had begun.

Senior Bolt-Magister Xal'wa Z'Nel
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The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F10 - 8:32 AM, Wednesday, 1962
Arc: 1 - Bloody August, Line 2

The visions came to her again within the strange halls she had found herself in. Everything was different... endlessly her sight drifted, turned, bent, ran - through the endless halls. There was a strange place, the floors were black glass, A gate stretched up some 600 ft into the unreachable expanse of the ceiling, standing 100 ft wide. A massive threshold made of black glass, rough and unpolished. It was here she could escape, yet she felt only dread before the structure as if something unseen, something that could not be known, lurked within the recesses of her mind. It made the hair on the back of her neck stand. Something nameless, formless..waiting. It was her escape....

Her sight turned about, resetting to where she was. She could see herself walking back the way she had come and taking the mid hall. She walked through some terrible place. Red halls, freshly painted.... or so she thought. It was the smell of the iron that caught her attention first, then of death. The screams echoed through the empty spaces of the long and straight path. The blood began to deepen til it was ankle high. As the minutes turned to hours she trudged through the crimson cesspit of gore. Flesh, limbs and putrid organs floated about her feet. It was nauseating and unnatural. Hours passed... perhaps. She had begun to loose track of time... she felt tired, yet she pressed on... and on, and on. Her vision seemed to darken, her mind seemed to grow numb, walking mechanically until she found herself back within The White Oracle's Chamber. The room, like all the others was coated slick with gore. All around herself, were the butchered and mutilated bodies, of herself... Many of them were pulverized almost beyond recognition, ground meat and carnage, bone and sinew displayed like some macabre art. Some were strangely ruptured and twisted in horrible displays, two bodies conjoined eerily as one and rent, torn and eviscerated like the twitching remains of some crushed freakish-child not meant for the world, so mangled and broken... Picasso's painting of the nightmarish dream he had seen this very moment failed to convey the uncertainty and terror that gripped his heart at the sight. Atop the marble alter the white demoness still sat with a smile. Unthinking, she pressed on. She walked out, and around the hall, taking the middle walkway yet again... this time it led to a massive chamber. It was lavish, yet horrifying. An endless sea of her own corpses decorated the ceiling, walls and floor... a massive black sphere of crystal sat atop an alter at its center. That was the answer... the portal would close. It was so simple, she had to only break it and they would all be saved... but how many times had she tried? How many times now had she failed? Some angry, nameless hand as if the halls were screaming but made not a sound reached out in her mind...

She was back in the room again, before The White Oracle. How many years had it been? She couldn't tell... was this now? Was this the dream? Was this her vision... it all begun to run together. She couldn't remember... what had happened, why was she here? Why did the girl still smile so strangely? She couldn't remember. Maybe she didn't want to remember... maybe she couldn't.

" Oh. Have you started to remember? Hm. No matter, again. I am The White Oracle. This is my home, and you Lu'naus are still too weak to face him.. so weak. But that is okay, maybe you'll fare better this time. This time, I'll give you 100 years. It is 1962. Should you fail to make it this time, you'll have to start alllll-over again. You probably won't remember anything...again, and the labyrinth will change. But that's okay, maybe you'll make it this time. On your mark.... get set. Bye-bye."

It was a circle.... she had never succeeded. How many times had she tried? Something was not right, perhaps nothing ever had been. But she knew, she remembered now. The 'black gate' - it was a way out. The strange crystal, it was the way to save her friends. She knew that, she'd seen it, she couldn't remember how. Perhaps it had already been 100 years, a hundred hundred times before... how many times had they had this conversation? If only she could remember... It didn't matter. She walked down the path again, this time... this time she'd save them, this time things would be different! She was sure of it.

She staggered in her tracks as she turned to leave back the way she came, the strange flash of insight hit her squarely. Nothing was the same as before, the frightful realization of the prison which surrounded her begun to sink in. The reality of 'time' and its passage started to feel real.... The solution was not enough. The key and the lock, to the wrong path. There was an answer, but none she could accept. What was it that still laid unseen?


The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F9 - 4:32 AM, Thursday, 2020
Arc: 1 - Bloody August

The 12ft tall Wolfen exploded through the steel door in his visceral assault, his claws cleaved a hole threw the steel door like butter. With a spring he pounced upon the large fleshy creature, his claws raked into the beast viciously, gouts of flame spewed forth from its wounds, his other hand raked the large malformed beast, freezing its flesh. With a powerful blow, the creatures arm with torn from its body with a geyser of molten blood. It splashed into the Wolfen's face as he brought his large maw down over the creature's head and begun to thrash back and forth violently while mounting the creature beinging it crashing down with violent force as the beast's small head was ripped free from the burning-beast's shoulders flying up and onto the butchering tables where the woman lay strapped. She begun to scream in horror though her cries were gagged and hysterical. It's blood burned the table like a caustic fluid with a hiss. The Wolfen fell to the ground in a rolling ball of frenzy, hacking away at the body before ending up on his back at the end of the roll, loosing control of his own footing, crushing Ser to the floor.

He felt a hand lift him from behind off the floor. He was tossed across the room off the Wolf-Mistress as she rose from the ground. The beasts body begun to liquefy into a putrid pool of reddish-black gore. The Wolfen looked up at the holding pen where a large man, a young boy, and a strange man with blond hair sat. The strange aura about him was distinct, the shadow at his back was of a tall man with great antlers growing from his crown. He knew that shadow well... better then any. The shadow of The Exiled Son. The man smiled at him. He could tell from his scent he was a creature of the forest, but he had never seen such a man as him within his domain before. "Well hello there my furry-friend! It seems we are in luck. I am L'Nal The Guardian of The Tide." The Wolfen's eyes widened, yes, now he knew why he smelled of the forest. He was a Deepwood Sentinel, a Guardian of the forest much like himself... but he protected the realm of Maythalin, The Burning Tide. Never had he set foot within the place... Yet still, he knew feel his own energy radiate from the strange man. There was more here then he could see, but he could feel it.

Battlemap
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[Desril]

Lu'naus'Fel

Stumbling, Luna stops in her tracks before she reaches the door and turns around. "We can't win. Not like this. Not as we are," she admits. "And as...interesting as it would be to have a room full of my own corpses, especially if I start reanimating them, we don't have time for that. You say that we're not strong enough to face him? Then help us. If we're too weak, train us. If you can't train us, then tell us how to do what we need to do without 'him' noticing."

Glancing back toward the door, and to the guardian angels, "There must be something we can try that we haven't already failed at in another past. A weapon we can use, a path we haven't followed...Please," she tells the Oracle, "our friends, your Sister, are in danger."

[jamieth]

Aiko, Daughter of White

Once more, Aiko didn't like weapons. But... she never held something like that before. Nor she ever pointed it at something so abominable to all things beautiful as those that were coming out of the portal.

Climbing back to Nadia's back, with some effort due to the weapon's weight, she straightened up, loading the red cartridge.

"Nadia... you understand tactics much better than I do. Find a place I won't hurt our allies if something goes wrong... and blast as much of those things as possible if it goes right. We need a test..." am i starting to talk like Luna?

[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

Nadia grins inwardly
Luna's rubbing off on you. I'd say just try to aim your shots towards the middle of the enemy force. They're all clumped up there, so you won't be at any risk of friendly fire, and your explosive bullets should cause plenty of damage
<Overwatch> Overwatch, we've never used these guns before. They seem significantly more advanced than the ones where we are from. Do we need to worry about range?

[iValkyrieX]

Kunji'Dak

Standing up he makes his way to Ser and proceeds to pick her up. "Im sorry m'lady, he drops his head in apology, I had misjudged my attack. Care to take your spot back upon my shoulder? Also, do you feel the presence of him as well as i do?....My old friend....." His mind wonders off for a moment before returning to the holding gate. "I knew i sensed another spirit such as mine but I had never expected to meet one such as you within this hell. Let me release these bars that hold you in." He looks around him searching for a way to release him. "Now will you accompany us to the crystal so we may close the portal that is releasing a horde of creatures in Barionheim and our forest? It would be greatly appreciated friend."

[Mornings]

...The Hand Of A Righteous Man:
The Battle of D'Alice - Part II: The South-End Defensive

[Outside the Rift]
"This is OverWatch... Keeping things simple. If you can see it, you can shoot it. Just Point-and-shoot. The bullets go much further then your eyes do. Pull the trigger, then pull back the bolt-lever on the side, you'll chamber another round. You can load 5 rounds at a time. Stay with 15-Alpha and secure the pass, they'll be setting up a pylon to block off the creatures from advancing, providing us some security while you work on securing the rift."

The group of Magisters stormed forward at a quick marching-pace. A small group of creatures leaked past the explosive storm as a massive horde surged forth only to be obliterated a second later, but a small number of the hundreds of creatures remained, dashing forward towards the pass madly. The group continued its advance as the dozen beasts came towards them. Magister Z'Nel spoke over the vox-network, her mouth moving soundlessly as she gestured at Aiko and the dragon, then to her men. "Be useful... 15-Alpha. Kill the beasts. Secure the pass. Move." The enemy was upon them then. The Magister stopped in her tacks, crossing her arms as if looking at some minor inconvenience placed before her. The Junior-Magisters formed up about her, there well maintained matching black uniforms seemed convey an air of discipline and confidence. Magister Z'Nel glanced over her shoulder. "Lieutenant-Magister, take command of your Flight." The young woman behind her, standing off at her left-hand side lifted a hand. Her silver-hair was somewhat nostalgic, tied in long pig-tails hanging from either side of her head. The men raised their rifles, chambering a round and leveling their weapons at the creatures. She dropped a hand. With an organized motion the unit fired off a double-lined volley at the enemy, a number of them were torn from the impact, still the creatures surged forth. It appeared more of the beasts had escaped then they had thought. Behind them, two lumbering steel-creatures could be seen bringing up the rear. Battle had begun.

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x25 BlastWard Bullets (Grade I)
x25 VoidWard Bullets (Grade I)

Battle Map
Orange 9 - Nadia
Yellow 7 - Aiko
Triangle 3 - Lieutenant-Magister
Diamond 1 - Senior Bolt-Magister Z'Nel
Square Grey - Junior Magisters

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The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F10 - 8:32 AM, Wednesday
Arc: 1 - Bloody August

She swam back out of the miasma, there was no going back now, she was trapped. She could feel the trace of her allies energy quickly fade and diminish from where it had originated. Perhaps they had died, perhaps they had found another gate, she couldn't know. Using her stealth she swam close to the ground avoiding touching the sigil-covered stone. They had been down the 3'ed path, she looked up out of pure reflex as she neared the hall, 40 ft above her through a cloud of gore and crimson mist of blood and fur he saw her... The Angel. She was clad in a white shroud, her wings were a stark Perl in color with streaming long white hair and a terrible black spear in hand from which an unearthly black energy surged. Her eyes were white orbs of light that looked down at her as if cutting through shadow, water and his disguise with a vision much like his own. She felt her skin crack and split like rotting wood before her presence. She drifted neither within her world, or another, straddling The Interstice between. Her cold pale gaze finally moved away, and the angel moved on, like a ghost floating through some airless world as the horde of creatures swarmed forth towards the 'exit' to D'Alice. She had been ignored... Izuna didn't bother questioning her fortune and pressed on. she'd been killed by enough Angels enough to know not to try her luck again. She entered the hall and was pulled forth by the draining water, thrown into the half-filled room where the Celestial Sentinels and the White Oracle remained. The Oracle looked at the Slayer as she was thrown out of the hall and into the room by the water with a splash. The great-beast, Seiya, had stopped his disruptive behavior - she wasn't sure that was a good sign with all that she had just seen...

She blinked a few times dumbfounded, as if wondering who she was looking at, then her eyes begun to widen as if in realization. "Wha... Y-You! Why are you a girl! Why'd you come back!? Ugh! You're the biggest idiot I've ever met... I don't care what you want this time, go away, I'm not helping you! Go die!" She threw a pillow at Izuna and covered her head with sheets. She knew she'd been here more then once, but this girl was not familiar in the slightest... She wondered who she was. The Guardians formed a tight perimeter around the strange-girl in white. 'The White Oracle', she knew that much, but why? She could feel it now... A Gear was at play here, within this space. The World Line had been altered as soon as she had entered. Now she could feel it far-far below, in darkness... The SunBlade, but it was not the Taiyou.


The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F10 - 8:32 AM, Wednesday, 1962
Arc: 1 - ...Pale Dawn, Line 2

The white demoness laid back on her alter with a flop as Luna spoke. " You're weak because you choose to be. Even I can't fix stupid, and what you 'want' and what you 'need' isn't always the same. No fancy gun, no class can fix you. You were born from a broken man. You were meant to be broken. Putting a band-aid on it won't stop you from being what you are... A sacrifice. I have no love for that 'Sister', or you, or your friends, but I don't hate you, though all you do is cause more trouble."

" You want 'another path', something you haven't tried? Give up on them. Save yourself. I stopped counting after twenty-seven thousand. You've never succeeded in trying to save them. You never will. Do you know what you're doing right now? She died. She just left. The other one came back. She just got here. Do you think you're the only one? Do you think you're the only 'you'? No silly. You're not special. You're not 'you'. Your spirit and mind are just finally catching up. 'This' is the 'other path', this is the first time you've not already left this room. The first time you realized, the solution is there is no solution - because your question is an equation dividing nothing, by nothing. You will never succeed, He has already defeated you at every turn, you've failed already in every angle. It was his design. You are here, because he willed it. You entered this place, because he planed it. You've traveled, left your world, met those 'friends' you speak of - because it was His desire. Perhaps there was not a point until this moment where you've had a 'will' that was your own. But there was one thing he did not anticipate... You didn't walk out of this room again."

" You. Lu'naus'Fel - The creature he has made, can never hope to overcome him, because he made you. He writes your actions upon parchment with a careful hand. Dance his dance, and play the puppet in this world you envision. This 'play' where all his toys dance. Or, break away. Cast down this facade he has handed you, forsake who you thought you were, and escape. For only the strong will escape... the rest, are but sacrifices. Save us all from this theatre, this masquerade. You don't need to be an actor anymore. You were born broken, and this heart, these feelings he gave you mean nothing, Kill The Child, Eris. The choice is yours now - play his pawn, or break free. Save yourself."


The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F9 - 4:32 AM, Thursday, 2020
Arc: 1 - ...Pale Dawn

The man chuckled as the Wolfen, unable to find the key or lever, just ripped the door off the cell and through it to the ground with a crash. " Ah. Thank you dear friend. But I'm afraid we cannot come with you." He pat the large man on the shoulder and the boy on the head. " These are my best friends, T'An, and Y'Dis. They protect the forest with me...."

" ...Or we did. They did. Long ago. I remember now. It's strange, coming back so long ago. It's like looking upon your own reflection again, and seeing the future to come, isn't it... I'Kal Dakka? Ha. I had forgotten how I even had gotten my name before I left Faith Holding. In this Legacy, our Forest had come under attack. Cross, The Vessel of Peace, for reasons unknown still led an attack upon our home. We were friends... still, she killed them. T'An, and Y'Dis... and me, or so I thought. Maythalin woke with quite a rage when she saw her Guardians had been slain. She pieced my soul back together again within a branch of The Tree of Tides. The first tree within The Forest of Shattered Ash. With that limb, I was born again...but she had to use the remains of my friend's souls to restore us. None of us were 'complete' in whole. We were something...someone else. We had all died, yet we all lived. Our souls were not 'linked' - there was only one soul, made of three. We. I... Nalandis, was born, and with that limb was my spear forged."

" It seems once again, has that gift I was given been passed to you. Now we can rest, for awhile. My power has not awoken in full within you yet. Take this... Ser, you must take him and leave. These Hall's are now your best opportunity to reach Central Interstice. This Legacy is Los. Escape, get to Cathedral Ruin, then return - Return to Maythalin and we may speak again. Farewell." The three figures erupted into light, and entered the Wolfen's chest, he could feel new invigorating energy filling his body. He felt stronger, faster... Ser shook her head, (This is not good. Change in plans. We're escaping. Nevermind the portal - it's irreverent. Let us go.)

[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

Nadia moves around behind the group of Magisters, giving Aiko a clear shot over them.

Moving to G6-H7. Also, Aiko actually count as sharing all of my squares for the purpose of determining where she can reach

[Desril]

Lu'naus'Fel

Kali, the strange anima that you said is hidden in subspace here, can we get to it?

"Heh." Eris chuckles once, briefly, after hearing the White Oracle's answer, before she starts to laugh in earnest for a moment. "HeheheheHahahahah."

What in the Abyss has gotten--
SHUT UP!

Eris

Caught off guard by her better half's sudden hostility, Kestal actually listens while Eris continues. "'Can't fix stupid' ... 'his design' ... 'already failed' ... 'kill the Child' ..." She glares at the White Oracle, something in her eyes seeming to blaze even as her voice remains cold. "I'm done," she says, using the singular pronoun. "I'm tired of being a puppet, but I can't see the strings!" Getting progressively louder and angrier with every word, "You say you can't fix stupid?! FINE!" Slamming her foot down with enough force to crack the tiled floor, she begins to march toward the White Oracle. "I don't care, but you can fix ignorance!" She balls her fist, but doesn't reach for X-CALIBER, ignoring the angelic guardians as she continues her approach. "You say 'he' made Lu'naus? Who the **** is he and how did he make her when I was present when Arias made her?" Finally at the edge of the bed, her arms seem to be shaking with unconcealed rage.

While anger isn't new to the tiefling, this is the first time she'd ever come so close to snapping, but it's only now that her voice normalizes. It seems to lose all tone and inflection, but the simple truth isn't that she's no longer angry. Rather, the opposite, as her voice goes completely emotionless, unable to encompass the sheer amount of hatred she's trying to express. "I want him to regret pushing me like this. Tell me what he wants. Where to hit him the hardest. I want to know how to hurt him."

[iValkyrieX]

Kunji-Dak

"That's the second time that man has helped me and I do not understand why I am so special. Fair enough let us be off I will thank him if I ever get the chance to again. Well Ser, how deep in the s**t are we and which way is the Central interstice?" ("I still would have really like to have a weapon from in here")He mumbles a few words to himself as he drops to all fours and beings to run down the hall towards where the other creature went.

[jamieth]

Aiko straightened up, struggling to keep her balance on the dragon's back under the eight of the rifle and trying not to think about recoil. From her position in the air, she had a perfect line of sight - and decided not to waste shots on the small fry, loading the red round and aiming at the first of the massive creatures...

[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F10 - 8:32 AM, Wednesday, 1962
Arc: 1 - ...Pale Dawn, Line 2, Act 3 - Departure
Master, the <<Anima Signature>> detected is not within 'sub-space', it is within an <<Alter-Space>>. A location that does not physically exist in this world or another, it is a metaphysical state where something has, or will exist. It is not a matter of 'getting to it', as simply being aware of it would technically qualify as such. As we are where it might be, and know it may exist - but not when, where and how. It is a state of probable sub-existence which we can detect, a <<Quantum Anomaly>>. We are in the location it would be. We are not where it is. The fundamental structure of even this room is an enigma. I suspect much more lurks within these 4 walls then we can see or detect.

Luna stormed past the Celestial Sentinels towards the alter while she spoke. The White Oracle held up a hand halting the large angelic women from skewering the Child where she stood, still they encircled her with there lances held high to strike. The Oracle chuckled as she came to a stop before her, patting Luna on the head like a small child, there positions seemingly reversed.

" Oh, you silly girl. Silly girl... Stupid girl. Of course you can see the strings. You just close your eyes to the truth. Why won't you open your eyes? No one can tell you the answers, none but you can cure your ignorance - none can tell you your lines and dance upon the stage, but still some have tried. Can you not remember? The time she tried to tell you more then she should, and so he rewrote that which was? -But you still remembered, didn't you. Your life skips like a record and you don't bother to question. From your cage you wave back at the deceiver's bare-faced smiles, like a pet - a cat, tied to a stick."

" No one can save you, no one can help you... no one but yourself. After all you've seen, if you still think everything is as it appears to be - then your stupidity knows no limits. But it's okay, silly girl, because this is your chance - you can spit upon this cute little sandbox he has put you in, you can cease to be the doll he had made you. I'm sure he would be greatly distraught..."

" The answer is so very simple - If you will not leave the stage, then cast down your part in this Act. Be the villain, be the antithesis of hope, humanity, love and passion. Be everything he had made you not to be, let him not be able to ignore your terrible affront to his 'perfect balance'. He will try to change you, to make you 'fit' - bring his world to ruin. That is how you hurt him, a man without a name or face. Then perhaps - you will see the truth. Kill The Child..."

" Or.... run. Run away from this place. Forget the others, they cannot be saved. They are hypnotized, they are zombies, they are part of his 'system' and cannot be removed least they awaken themselves. If there time will ever come, it will come when they have brought it upon themselves. Now you know all you need know. Now the Third Act has begun, and you cannot remain here." She placed her pale hands on either side of Luna's face, looking her in the eye. " Now you must choose, which path you will walk. There are 20 Halls to this room. 100 Worlds in which these Halls exist yet and no solution to the dilemma you struggle with. Regardless of what you choose, where you run - there are only 3 answers. You Stay The Puppet. You Return The Villain, You Flee - The Coward. You can go back, and toil-away in those worlds of no significance digging in the sand with your toy shovel - 'The Hero', searching for answers to unravel the story he has so carefully written for you, with its 'happy end'. The 'character' he has made you to be. The 'character' you want to be."

" ...Still, is it so bad? Do you so despise living in the world He envisioned? Is it wrong to want to play your part on stage, to be The Puppet? To play 'The Hero' within the sand-castle he has created for you? Are you feelings any less real, be they for ghosts or memories of those who once were? Perhaps, perhaps not. The question remains - Will you chose to live in this world He has made you? Is it so wrong to find simple pleasure in God's design? There is neither shame nor injustice in The Silent Lord's story, but to me. The Demon, The Oracle. I see the folly in his childish designs - because I see further, but you... A simple creature, you'd know not the difference. How can you? You are simply blessed by his will to be Chosen."

" I am not your friend, nor ally, Child. It would do you well to remember that. - But I offer you the 'other path' - The Left-Hand Path, the path you have never taken. There is neither justice, nor righteousness in it, only your own selfish desires. There is no context of 'good' nor 'evil' in the world above you - No pitiful squabbling. No mortal creature's insignificant prattling, no wasted breath upon 'morality' and other such fabricated nonsense they have invented. Only your will, and the will of others. Now, you've many choices to make, but only three resolutions. - Will you return? Will you raise your sword to Him? Or will you run?." She released he grip on Luna's face, and leaned back on her large alter looking down at her with a calm, yet bored gaze.

...The Hand Of A Righteous Man:
The Battle of D'Alice - Part II: The South-End Defensive

[Outside the Rift]
The line of fire from the Junior-Magisters provided the pair the cover they needed as Nadia took to the skies and circled about behind the formation. The Magisters below dropped their rifles, which disintegrated into blue mist and a new rifle entered their hands in its place. She remembered before they had not carried any firearms with them when they had departed South-End, she now understood why. They fired off another volley pushing the creatures back, holding them at bay. Aiko straightened her back and brought her rifle to bare on the closest of the large steel-creatures in the rear. She pulled the trigger, the weapon let off a roar of crimson fire and dazzling hot sparks. The bullet traced a red line through the air, it struck the creature directly in the face with a gout of flame, then a massive blast that sent the creature reeling back. The whirling pyroclastic eruption of steel, stone and flame consumed the smaller creature in front of the larger beast. It exploded into a flaming pool of liquid upon the stone, yet the bigger creature pressed forward. It's metal face was shattered and crumbling, an arm hung limply on its right side - evidently wounded by the powerful bullet. The Lieutenant-Magister below took one of her men's rifles and fired off a follow-up shot that pierced the large creature sending it to the ground in pieces with explosive force. The metal shards rained to the ground and melted like gelatinous matter. A well timed collaborative attack.

Two of the creatures stormed forth through the gunfire approaching the Senior-Magister. She tilted her head to one side cracking her neck before unleashing a devastating hammering back-fist that crushed the first creature sending its remains into a crater in the ground then moving to the second. The tall feral-woman lifted the creature up by its face with one hand before tossing it up to grab its legs and rip the monster in half, throwing down its body to either side with a howling war-cry to the sky like an enraged barbarian. The Magisters hooted and hollered like a band of soldiers at her rear. The Magisters of Class 15-Alpha were vastly different from those they had met thus far, a certain zeal and battle-lust was evident from the motley band. A far-cry from weak-spined mages and wizards. They were warriors at the battlefront, and their rapid volleys were pinning down the enemy in the narrow pass.

Aiko felt an embrace behind her, a whisper in her ear. (Sweet Daughter, there's no need to dirty your hands. Leave them to their work.) She felt herself lifted away, the world was covered in a grey mist as it was once before like when she had come. She watched the battle below, separated from the world. Nadia glanced up just as the cleric vanished in a cloud of white mist, the LongRifle and satchel fell from her, and hung from the dragon's back. She was no where to be seen.


1.) Magister Z'Nel
2.) Nadia/Aiko
3.) 15-Alpha
4.) Enemy (Pinned)

-LongRifle Damage: 200/Blast 5ft
-Enemies Killed - 1,3,10, Big Red


The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F9 - 4:32 AM, Thursday, 2020
Arc: 1 - ...Pale Dawn
Ser pulled back on the wolf's ear, causing him to pause as he approached the door. (Don't chase after the cur we saw earlier, follow your own scent. Surly we'll find the method or circumstance which led to our escape before once again, lets be quick. If we find the one from before on the way... then we kill him.) The Wolfen acknowledged her words and pressed forward, moving on out of the room and down the path. It turned, as he had seen before, but it was much longer and more winding then anticipated. It was a meandering hall with great turns and bends. He ran forth through the hall on and on. He could feel the air change and stir and age... Though he was a creature beyond time, it was not something that he was insensitive to. He scrapped a talon on the ground. Dust. He sniffed the air. Things were not older here, things had become older, much like time within his forest. He'd been running now for perhaps a dozen or so years based on the taste of the anima about him. No doubt a mortal would have succumbed to exhaustion and died. Time was not so abrasive within his forest, but it was adversarial here. It fought against you... He had indeed grown older he could feel it in his bones, even his mane was longer. Ser seemed unchanged, though her robes had begun to fade slightly. He pressed on still, he could pick up his own anima in the air, some place suspended from the world. Like the odor of bread baked behind a closed door, removed, yet present. He ran down the hall until he came to a large door at his side, the scent was from within. He looked at the door... It was a large circular entrance, massive sigil covered bars sat atop a circular moving frame which the door would 'roll' upon to be moved. By the scent of burning flesh coming from the steel and the strong presence of anima, it did not take a Wolf-Goddess to realize the large barred door was obviously warded by some magical defense. A figure sat upon the floor in the dark from behind the bars like a broken lifeless doll. He could smell strange and foreign anima from him, but no presence of 'life' - some undead creature perhaps. The creature's hair was shoulder length and was dirtied and unkempt, holding a grey and black color. A large cut of cloth like a scarf was wrapped about his lower face. His legs appeared broken, his cloths worn and torn - an arm missing. Yet no blood. The creature did not look up - but spoke; "Ah. Sif. I feared you'd not return...." He looked up, his eyes were orbs of white glass, glowing beads of light along their surface forming his 'eyes' - "Oh... My apologize. I thought you were someone else..." He dropped his head again as if in despair. "An acquaintance of my Father? ...If you've no business with me, go. I've nothing more to say to them."

[iValkyrieX]

Kunji'Dak

"Ser...Do you recognize him?" "How do you know Sif stranger? And who are you exactly?" Doc stands up to his full height once more as he stretches his limbs. "I do not think I know who your father may be but I doubt I would know him, I've spent my whole life in the forest. Please let us talk."

[Desril]

Lu'naus'Fel

What was that all about?
I'm sorry...I had a plan, but it wouldn't work if you knew. The only chance it had was if I could fool you too...I'll explain later, it's pointless now.
Fine. But we're going to talk later, and you're going to have to make it up to me.
I know...whatever you want, I promise.
I'll hold you to that.

Visibly calming, Luna sighs, Eris' act over. Still angry, but not nearly as infuriated as her counterpart had been feigning, it's Kestal who speaks up first. "You say you're not our friend, and you're offering us another path, but why should we trust you? You were afraid of the 'Masters' that could come here when we first walked in the door, so if you're so scared of them, what lets you defy the Mad God when we are apparently powerless to stand up to him?"

And that's when it clicks for Eris. That's why Death was interested in the Magister but not the Child. That's why she was a blight upon the Legacy. That's why the Calamity was an affront to the Slayers. That was the only way to win. Their safety, their comfortable existence, for the freedom to defy a god when they so chose.

I'm sorry, but...
No. This time we agree. Besides, it wasn't bad before.
Mother will be angry.
When we win, it won't matter.
I suppose we will have an eternity to apologize if we go through with it...

"No." She meets the White Oracle's gaze with determination. "You're wrong. There's another option. A way to play on the stage when I choose to, and a way to fight the Silent God when I wish. When I play the part of the Hero, it will be my own choice, not because he preordained it, but because I wanted it. And when it's time, I'll wipe out him and put an end to his followers. We were able to before. Before we went to see Arias in the Garden. When we were still a Calamity. Turn us back into that, if you can. And if not, tell us how to do it ourself and where to find something that will allow us to.

[Lazy Roman]

Slayer Knell

Perception Check
She rises to her feet in the half filled chamber. She looks first to The Oracle and then eyes The Sentinels.
“Oh, um, I’m sorry for the instruction.” She realizes in another moment in time they’ve already interacted just not yet for her/him. At least as far as she knows. “I’ll just be going now…bye.” She continues on seeking out this sunblade.
Perception Check the new area.

[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

As Aiko vanishes, Nadia roars. She was finished with this. Her friends kept being taken. First Luna vanished through the portal, now Aiko stolen away by some unknown force. She felt the anger boiling up inside of her. She lifted from the ground and dove into the pass, soaring above the Magisters' line of fire and towards the remaining massive beast. Her great maw opens wide, snapping closed around the great monster's [to be inserted], ripping it from the main body of the creature. She then swiftly turned upward, spinning in the air as she returned to her position behind the Magisters' firing line.

[Mornings]

...The Hand Of A Righteous Man:
The Battle of D'Alice - Part II: The South-End Defensive

[Outside the Rift]
The great beast dove through the sky and the pass above the Magisters and the creatures below. The dragon opened her fanged maw and bit down deep into the massive steel-framed creatures. The metal shattered and fractured like glass as she crashed into the alien construct ripping the right arm and shoulder off the tall lumbering 'golem'. She continued on, plowing through its body head first as its arm was sent flying off its frame and crashing to the earth. The strange creature lifted its head and issued a loud gnashing sound from its mouthless face, like stones being crushed and ground together. She could only imagine in its own strange language, it cried out in pain. She circled back with a sharp twist flying back the way she had come. The cracks in its body continued to spread, its fallen limb and shoulder liquefied upon the ground as the metal creature staggered from the violent impact of the beast's aerial assault. It visibly trembled, fighting to hold itself together. It had been a solid blow to be sure, just short of felling the creature outright.

The Lieutenant-Magister lifted her hand again and dropped it signaling another volley of gunfire, this time not as passive as previously. The Junior Magisters leveled their weapons and fired a screen of steel-death upon the creatures, still recovering from the fire that had pinned them to their positions in the pass. The bullets they fired exploded similarly to Aiko's catching the gathered mob in an eruption of flame and steel. Each of the eleven Junior-Magisters, fired, summoned a new rifle, and fired again upon the 7 remaining smaller creatures, caught in the torrent of molten bursts. The Lieutenant-Magister, once again brought up her spare rifle and fired once - TING - The large creature Nadia has crippled shuddered as the bullet passed through its metal skull. The creature was already on its final leg, with the last blow dealt, it quivered and tumbled to the ground with a massive crash like a felled tree. She threw down the rifle which dissipated into light as the smoke of the assault cleared. The bubbling purple spew of the creatures was all that remained in the pass. For now. They needed to press forward.

Encounter Ends

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F10 - 8:31 AM, Tuesday
Arc: 1 - Bloody August

Izuna paced about the room. Somewhere. It was here. It wasn't here. It would be here? The strange changes in the anima in the air stayed at a constant. She found she had just been walking in circles in the same 10 ft space. "...What are you doing? Go away already." She looked up, not realizing how long she had been idling in the room... then she felt it, then she found it. Her head rolled back as her senses sharpened. Facing the ceiling, her eyes widened in terror as she saw the ceiling above... beyond...
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The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F3
Arc: 1 - ...Pale Dawn
Act 1: Prelude to The End
Gear 1: ...Without Tears, Without Mercy
Line 1

It has been so long, she had forgotten what it had felt like. To be needed, to be called upon again by the world. By her world, by this world, as once before. She was Slayer Knell, loyal servant to The Silent God, and The Red Order. A newly christened Knight of The Red Order, nominated by the hand of The Red Knight-Lord Executioner himself. It had been an honor passed down to her by her father. She had run from her heritage so long... yes, she was Rei Elemir - the prodigal-daughter of one of the most fierce Slayers of his time.

Her faith had been renewed, her mettle proven - she had taken up her sword for The Red Order once more. This world, this dream - it was one worth protecting. She stared up at the glorious light above that shined on through the worlds above, some heaven, some place of unknowable perfection - a sign from God, the eye of divinity looking down upon her. The image of the sword far above illuminating the darkness below pushing back the tides of The Night with its gleam alone.

She knew that sword, a sword of The Red Order, ancient and pristine. It was The Slayer's Last Holy-Breaker, the RuneBlade wielded by Soven Efir Hal, a name not spoken aloud - so sacred was it. The Saint Slayer, The Red Slayer, from The Valley of Dawn had brought with him The Great Teachings, the history and lessons of God and established The Red Order with The GreySword Rymont. From planes of divinity unknown had he come with The Crimson Empress, baring that vary sword. It was said to be alive, a tool made to vanquish The Night itself that judged the spirit and morality of men and smote the unworthy with its righteous fury. Only The Red Slayer could wield a weapon of such purity... She was unworthy, still she marveled at the sight of the massive 7 ft sword that pierced the heavens two worlds away, dividing the very night, sealing the Basmae'al within this horrid crypt. It was so close, and so very far... The Red Slayer of generations past, must have took up that vary sword and sealed the black-beings within these Halls.

She turned about, facing the Demoness again, 'The Trickster', 'The Demon' - Harlequin. The Celestial Sentinels knelt before The Slayer. Yes, this was the domain of The Faithful - the prison of the unjust and heretical filth that needed to be removed from their world, by God's will - given to them by The Red Slayer. Harlequin could not be allowed to roam about in the world freely, too dangerous was she, and worse still within any Wake. She could not be contained in any place but The Halls - a fitting end to 'The White Oracle'. She had caused them problems enough, time and time again - now her and her followers, spreading false words, terror and doubt, were buried together in some unmarked grave - their precious Idol locked within this hole. She glared at The Slayer hatefully, spitting at her feet. "Tool. Worthless, stupid dog! I should have known even you would kneel to his feet." She felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked to her side. A blessed sight, It was Dawn - The massive Chapter Angel towered over Knell, her white hair and pale skin were unearthly and haunting, the cold silver in her eyes held an unquestionable power and authority, The Black Spear in hand. She spoke softly to the Slayer. "Heed not the words of the impure, young one. Your path is righteous, as is your heart." - She pointed the spear at Harlequin who shuddered and skulked back from the weapon. "The prisoner will remain silent..." The white demon covered her head in the sheets. It was ironic, that this place, once her most impenetrable fortress had become her prison. This was indeed once her home, now her cell. God was indeed just, and his justice upon the wicked and vile, unfaltering. She had to learn from his example - it was her duty as a Slayer, no, as a woman of The Faith.

Dawn ran the back of her hand down the Slayers face in adoration - " Child of God, have you lost your way? You have strayed far from the others. " She smiled softly like a mother to her child - her air of authority was beyond question, after all, who would stand to question one of The High Seraphim?

[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

Nadia looks at the clustered group of Magisters, then indicates Ankyron, lying on the ground near where Nadia had been before her charge, where Aiko had dropped it.
"If you don't mind, would one of you please carry my sword? This form that my friend put me in is a little lacking in thumbs, and I don't know how long it will last."
Then she turns her attention to the Senior Magister as she lifts off of the ground again. Both to prepare to move and to place herself out of the grab-happy Magister's reach.
"Where to now?"

[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F9 - 4:32 AM, Thursday, 2020
Arc: 1 - ...Pale Dawn
Ser looked down at the broken and discarded creature behind the heavy steel bars that hummed with energy. She shook her head, while his features were mostly hidden by his disheveled and mangy appearance and lack of simple hygienic courtesy - she did not even recognize the man, the creature's, energy. Though he was not lying... few who knew of the forest would be so bold to feign the truth before the Wolf Mother. He knew Sif, but she knew not from where. That much he had gathered.

The man hunched over on the floor not bothering to raise his head. "A creature of the forest then... I see. I know Sif, at least, I did - once. Now the memory only comes as a distant dream, pulling what remains of me back to this...to this." He raised his hand and stump gesturing at himself. "...Whatever 'this' is supposed to be. I don't know. I just know I was not always like this. My arm... ah. I remember now. My arm. Yes, my Brother took my arm... the arm The Maw had kissed. Heh. So naïve was he to believe that would do much of anything at all. Ugh..."

"My...My memory. It comes and goes now... So little left. I don't know what... who I was, once. That was taken from me. I think... I think I died. Maybe. Cut apart - Ugh. I can't remember.... I can never remember. But I do remember when I woke. I was, this creature. Yet, while I was 'made' as I was intended to be - they found 'imperfections'. Yes.. yes. That was it now. I wasn't like my brothers, and I dreamed... dreamed of places far away, saw things I should not. I was not empty like them."

".....Still, it is no matter now. I have no name other then what my father has given me. I am Maha, Son of Vaelos. What do you want of me, forest creature? Remain here too long and no doubt you will end up in some dark hole like me... if you are indeed not an acquaintance of my father, you've much to fear in this place."

...The Hand Of A Righteous Man:
The Battle of D'Alice - Part II: The South-End Defensive

[Outside the Rift]
The Lieutenant-Magister nodded. 'Aye, forward.' - her voice reaching out over the network linked between them. The Senior-Magister and the unit moved forward through the charred and moist battleground. With swift steps the continued forward to the mouth of the pass where the rift could be seen far in the distance still be showered by ceaseless Bolt-fire.

The Magister's moved quickly, one to the front of the pass, stabbing a massive hallow spear into the ground, topped with a strange crystal. The alloy changed shape becoming a large ridged pillar stretching up another 40 ft into the air. The crystal radiated with a greenish light, a field being projected on both sides of the 5ft wide pillar, it begun to fade and diminish as if sinking into shallow water. It faded, and then remained in its state, as if it had sunk beneath some 4th dimensional fabric within the world, suspended. The Lieutenant-Magister went about quickly barking out orders to those around her, the men under her command went to work quickly. Magisters behind them could be seen quickly moving up from South-End to their current position in a small group of motor-vehicles.

Magisters tossed down large steel boxes while others opened them and begun to assemble strange steel structures with similar poles to the one placed, but rather connected themselves with lengths of materialized steel and rigging. A small steel fort begun to take shape... In an hours time, the defenses had been complete. A forward base stood at the end of the pass. Nadia's dragon form begun to diminish and dissipate. The Lieutenant-Magister through a sheet over her, as her cloths had become little more then tatters far behind her. She laid her sword upon a table, as they stood inside the small defensive building. She tossed down a steel case on a cot and opened it. It was filled with the same black uniform as the Magisters and her own. ' Dress quickly, we have 5 minutes before the operation begins. '

[Lazy Roman]

Slayer Knell

Perception Check with blindsense and true sight

She keeps her eyes lowered but basks in the glow of the High Seraphim. Her words are meek in the awe of Dawn. “Thank you. I…got lost in here High Seraphim. I came here to stop these creatures of the night from attacking Barionheim. I didn’t know what this place was until it was too late. I’ve been here before in another. I just wanted to stop the creatures from passing over. When I fell in here, then I sensed the greatness above it reminded me of my fractured Taiyou but I had I no idea what it was. I’m sorry I’m rambling.” She blushes embarrassed although she doesn’t know why.

“Is there anything you require of me? High Seraphim.”

[iValkyrieX]

Kunji'Dak

"Ser, the scent leads into the chamber. We must go in." Doc looks around the area searching for a way to enter the room. "Friend, I have some more questions for you. Do you mind if i join you within the chamber?"

[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F10 - 8:32 AM, Wednesday, 1962
Arc: 1 - ...Pale Dawn
Act 3 - Departure
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The White Oracle tilted her head to the side raising an eye brow like she was watching a child with a mental-illness smash its head upon a rock. Painful to watch, but too amusing to look away. She laughed at Luna, not in merriment or amusement as if watching a comedy - but enjoying the sight of the 'blood', the self inflicted 'suffering'. " My, my. You are either, the most stupid girl I have ever met - or the finest 'toy' He's ever made. No, perhaps it is just as he made you, you cannot be more then you are - I suppose I should not have expected so much from a doll."

" Poor little creature, everything you are and have been, has been because he willed it to be so. Yes, the door will remain ajar being as you were, but such means nothing when caught in free-fall, the door now far-far behind you. You will not have such a chance again, not in this world or those you've traversed... I am truly disappointed."

" Still, least now our positions are made clear, and I own no explanations to his 'smiling dolls'. Still, lovely puppet... it seems that reality is simply too far beyond your comprehension. Salvation, beyond your grasp. To think you cannot be saved, does sadden me greatly - but I suppose nothing can be done. But perhaps you may learn from this experience - that in time, if the fates smile upon you again, you might look back upon this moment in reflection."

" Sad Doll, I never claimed to be your ally, your friend, nor enemy. Never claimed in me you should hold any trust, but rather, what could you afford to disbelieve? If this 'mysterious stranger's' words had no merit - how would you know? What is the cost of your compliance? What is the risk of not heeding such words? How would one validate such? - No, instead you chose to selectively accept what you would and would not believe, without cause or reason. Your first mistake. The Silent God? Controlling your life? My, I could have made that up. What have you but your own sense of self to validate what you've done? what you've lived is not all by your own accord? It sounds like nonsense, what could that even mean? What validity was there at all in those words that so grasped your attention? Nothing. Be it the truth, or a lie makes little difference. You've been misled with the truth more often then by clever fabrications. Is there even point to question what is 'trust'? 'Why should I believe you' - rather, why have you chosen to believe anything that's been said? An unseen force guiding your life? A 'big man in the sky' - telling you what to do? 'Where to hit him, how to hurt him, what does he want' - ' why should I trust you '. All irrelevant. What does the details of the lie or the truth matter? You've already fallen for what would mislead you the moment you seek to make it real. The details of the lie, bring it to life, the details of a truth you cannot validate - useless-undistinguished-fact. The details gathered, told, arranged... placed in such a fashion to paint the picture of the image the one you should fear would have you see. It is not what is said, it is what is not said that hold the truth. Implications, assumptions, context and interpretation. The pieces that form the scope of perspective. The weapons we employ against the mortals, the puppets and tools. You have suffered once before at the hand of such a being. 'The Stranger' - or so you call him. Little Puppet, if you cannot see through such simple speechcraft and guile, what hope have you at contesting your creator? Though, I suppose a doll has no place in questioning the will of their master's. Perhaps one day, you will be made new - into something greater. Or so I hope."

" Never have you, or any danced upon the stage he has made of their own violation. For to set foot upon his domain, is to surrender to his cunning allure and wiles. Perhaps, for you, 'lesser creatures', such an existence is not un-agreeable, but I can never abide by it. Heh... A Calamity once again. A simple task to be sure, but wasted effort if I was only to return you to how you had been... but I have heard your wish. So I will make you a Calamity once more... one you will harbor and carry to corrupt and destroy this stage he has made. Yes... your 'wish' your 'desire' will come to flower and bloom, with or without you. Though, sadly, it will not be as it could have been... and many will suffer. But what anguish to puppets? Those who will be as no more then dolls need only kneel and rejoice they may have been of use. "

The Oracle placed her hand on Luna's head before violently pushing her back sending her sprawling to the floor... But the painful sensation of the stone meeting her back never came, only the passing wind and sensation of free-fall. She fell through the floor, through the world - the distant room faded out of view. Like windows on the side of a skyscraper she watched worlds pass with blinding speed, she saw herself, again and again. Over and over, leaving, dying, arriving, begging, crawling...falling. Falling, like this.
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Eternal Sorrow (Bleak-Soul Calamity)

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F1
Arc: 2 - Tears of Night
Act 3 - Departure
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It was a sensation she had felt once before. The detachment, the otherworldly out of body sensation. Looking at her self, from herself, from a world overwatching her own, until all the layers seemed to merge, her mind and spirit being drawn back into the mortal shell. It was getting dark.

There was little light now, quickly it faded, how long had she fallen. It was so very different, yet familiar now. She fell through the sky of yet another foreign world, its surface burnt and blackened, from a hundred thousand feet she plummeted helplessly, silently until the ground came to meet her. Like an amorphous cloud of water and vapor she passed through it, only to find a new strange and foreign world below, continuing her decent. Yet still, there was one constant... the light. It flickered and diminished with each passing world until now... it was but a distant star in some near-lightless world..... then. The last star fell.

She struck the ground with terrible force. Her bones cracked, her skull and limbs broken and splattered.... the pain was unbearable, yet death did not come to cease her suffering. No, it continued on, her broken limbs twisted and mended, her shattered bones and ruptured organs reshaped. Her blood ran thick and black, upon the dark smooth surface of the world beneath her. A living black ooze, like that she had seen far above, the cloud that had blocked her passage in filled her lungs seeped into her skin and flesh, permeating her eyes, mouth and nose, downing her... It was the air, it was the ground, it was the world. Her body writhed and thrashed, her skin split like glass. The familiar pale light of bleakness pouring out from her wounds and flooding her body. Her wings split, the frail bones broke and dissolved. Her eyes burned, bubbled and frothed forth from her skull like a slick goo, leaving empty sockets within her face, that quickly swelled with the bleak burning miasma that made the world. She screamed out silently as the black energy filled her body and mind, caught in unspeakable agony beyond reason, yet her consciousness remained. Empty voids, pits of depthless gloom manifested inside her, black fog bellowed from her eyes and mouth, as frothy gore vomited forth from her jaw. Liquefied, shredded organs and bile sprayed out from her body as she was disemboweled... made empty. There was no heart... no lungs... no tissue within this empty shell. Her skin turned a porcelain white, her tail lengthened to her own height. Her back split and cracked, her shoulder blades were pushed out of her skin as geysers of umbral shade sprayed from the ruptured skin forming massive wings of lightless darkness. She looked down as her hands and forearms darkened to a lightless hue, ending with finely pointed nails. The darkness parted, and a grey world begun to emerge. It was only a space 20ft wide, surrounded by the infinite Night. The wounds closed and faded, but the pain, the dread that grasped her heart... the new growing hunger.... that did not diminish.

A great deep, throaty chuckling bellowed out, shaking the very world and causing the very enemy that now bound her to shudder. Six red eyes looked down out her far away in the darkness, from a massive form she could not see... but she knew who... what, he was; Jiv'Undus.

' Welcome....Welcome.... To... The....Night.. young-one. Child... no more.'

[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

Nadia dressed quickly, taking up her blade once again. She was a little disappointed when she felt that the magic the Senior Bolt Magister had placed in he blade had also faded, along with the enhancements Aiko had provided to her. Oh well, she had fought without then back home, and she would fight without them here.

[Desril]

Lu'naus - Fel no longer

Luna, in spite of the pain, or to be more accurate, because of it, made a sound that most would not think out of place in a bedroom. We've changed again.
I suppose we're just Lu'naus now. Mother's going to be very angry.

Picking themselves up off the ground, they get a chance to briefly examine their new body. I like our new wings, but we look so...fake now. And dangerous. I hope no one will mind.
If they do, who cares? We don't need anyone to say yes.
What about Nadia?
You know she won't care.
True enough...and I suppose since we're not bound by Mother's rules anymore we can resculpt our body as we wish when we have the time and tools to experiment with.

And then, Jiv'Undus's chuckle shakes them, and they spot the eyes staring at them from within the Night. Fear for their own safety is something they'd long since stopped reacting to, however. With a bow, Luna speaks up. "We do hope you'll forgive us for the intrusion, Jiv'undus. I'm afraid we've no idea where we are, however." Unable to see where the massive dragon-beast is, she still locks eyes with the middle pair she can make out, "Given that you know we're no longer a Child, you likely already know our name, but it is still rude not to introduce ourselves. We're Luna. And though it's under different circumstances than we would have liked, we are glad to be able to properly meet you. But due to the circumstances, we're afraid we must beg your aid."

Waiting to make sure the massive monster wasn't in someway offended by her, she continues. "While we aren't sure where exactly we are, we assume we're somewhere far, far below where we were moments ago, and that means that we need to get back. We took this form for a reason, and if we cannot destroy the portal that those things are using to get to Barionheim, it will be wasted. And after that...we ask that you take us to see your Mother, Maythalin. We heard from Theresia that she is sleeping, and we wished to wait until it was convenient for her to see us out of respect, but that is a luxury we no longer have. That is to say, assuming that someone of your stature doesn't have the time or inclination to teach us in Her place," she adds in an effort to make sure the dragon-like entity knows he isn't being used simply as a messenger, and that his aid would be appreciated, they simply weren't trying to impose overly much.

Kali, you're attached to our souls and body, and if you can scan our memory, surely you can scan them as well. Give us a detailed explanation of what's happened to us and how we've changed now.
I've gathered that we've seemingly absorbed a great deal of Bleakness, but I was under the impression that this much would destroy us.

[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F3
Arc: 1 - ...Pale Dawn
Act 1: Prelude to The End
Gear 1: ...Without Tears, Without Mercy
Line 1

Dawn looked down on the Slayer with a raised brow. As she waved a hand behind herself. The stones that made the walls shifted and moved in a dizzying display. They were within the large central hall once more. Two Slayers stood patiently as the Chapter Angel and the young Junior-Slayer came into view. She knew them, A young Slayer Apprentice, newly graduated, still without her Bolt-Gun. She couldn't recall her name, though they had met before - she was a quiet solemn woman who spoke little outside of prayer. Her master, High-Slayer Faith stood next to her. The influence was painfully obvious, Faith was one of the most zealous of Slayers, even among The Faithful. She carried not a Ceremonial Brand, but a massive golden cross, its limbs carefully bladed and forged. It was indeed her 'Ritual Sword' with which she had been initiated into The Red. With the vary cross she carried, had she died, driving the massive 10ft structure into her breast, only to rise again. She was the walking symbol of purity, the scion of their faith - it was only natural her own apprentices would greatly reflect her zeal and extremist nature. "The attack was not upon Barionheim young one, It was simply a distraction to draw out our enemies, those who would oppose the purity of The Faith." The High-Slayer lifted her massive cross and slammed it down to the stone with a thunderous crash. "KNELL! ...You disobeyed my order and stayed from my sight. Shame Upon Thee!" Her voice was loud and carried an overly righteous tone - such was to be expected from The Preacher. Her nameless young apprentice echoed her words as if it was a prayer. "Shame Upon Thee..." She came forward, her dark burgundy robes and uniform billowed about as she towered over the young Slayer. Faith was a tall woman with a massive build, often disguised by the layers of robes or cape combination she wore with her uniform. She wore her feather in her dark red hair, but it only seemed to add to her soft yet incredibly intimidating presence.

She grabbed Knell by the back of her collar and pulled her away from the Angel's side, like a young kitten. "Forgive my young Junior's behavior, Blessed Lady - who speakith the words of God. Waste not your precious breath upon this one. I will see she is properly dealt with..." Faith looked down on the Slayer coldly like a mother that caught her child shoplifting. She suspected the results would be considerably unpleasant, Faith had a very high opinion of 'proper discipline'. Dawn nodded, "Very well then, I leave her to you. Do keep a better eye upon your wards, Slayer.... These Halls can be, treacherous, to those who wander." Faith nodded sternly as the Angel departed.

They were left alone in the hall shortly after. Faith pat her on the shoulder, "...You understand you must be disciplined for your carelessness and failure to follow my orders, but we will deal with that later. I am glad you are in one piece - do not do that again. We've lured out the unfaithful from our ranks now. It appears Colonel Hansreich, the commanding officer of The Red Swords, and one other lay at the heart of this... exchange. The assault will be ended after we have taken his head, no doubt the other officer has already been dealt with. Again, I do apologize for the disruption to your training. I know The Knight-Lord Executioner himself had sponsored your venture - you are the first bridge connecting The Knight-Lord and The Crimson Empress of Barion in the better part of two centuries. I will not allow you to squander this opportunity with your childish antics. Now if you're finished, we are leaving. We've a traitor to tend to."

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F9 - 4:32 AM, Thursday, 2020
Arc: 1 - ...Pale Dawn
Ser nodded, indeed it was true. The scent did proceed through the strange door. The chamber was large, though the right wall was night in sight, it could perhaps have been another hall itself, or perhaps a large holding cell. The man shook his head, gesturing at the bars. "Unfortunately, forest creature, I have sealed this place long ago with the last of my anima. I no longer possess the capacity to lift my own seal any longer, not unless I am whole. My brother took my arm, it is secured within Holding Chamber IV further down the hall. Reclaim it for me, and I may use it to remove this seal. It is difficult to miss... A chained arm baring a palm of blades, it should bare a very unique scent. I imagine it will not be left completely unguarded. I would recommend you simply forget the idea... It's a Fool's Errand and you've no reason to open this door."

[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

Nadia, now garbed in black, looks around at the Magisters she now calls allies.
"Are any of you skilled in enhancement? My blade has a fair degree of meaning to me, and I'm not sure how it would hold up against these creature's hides."

[iValkyrieX]

Kunji'Dak

The Wolfen understands the mans request and seeing how his own scent passed through here once before, then it must be that he has been to the room with the arm as well. He turns away from the bars and drops down to all fours and takes off after the other scent, towards Holding Chamber IV. As he picks up on the scent getting stronger he slows his pace to a steady walk and goes into a primal stalker mindset. He sneaks his way to where he can get the best view of the chamber without alerting enemies and takes a look around to devise a plan.

[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F9 - 3:03 PM, Wendsday, 2020
Arc: 1 - ...Pale Dawn

[The Deepwood Sentinel - Ikal ]
He had taken to his run down the hall in a full four-legged dash. Yes, he could feel the air change as he went. Time seemed to skip a beat yet again. It was a sense very familiar to him as a creature of the forest, still there seemed to be no noticable consistancy in the change other then pressing further into the bowels of this place. He pushed the thought out of his mind, the chamber had come into view, it had been the first room in the hall for what was perhaps six days if his sense of time was still in order. He could hear cries from within and much movement a long with the sound of machines and grinding saws, as if a factory stood behind the door. The strange smog in the air hinted at something sinister, blood, fear, evil. Ser took her bow from her back... He had a particular feeling this time, he doubted things would be as simple as before.

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F1
Arc: 2 - Tears of Night
Act 3 - Departure
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[ Waking Agony - Zakath'gu-An ] (Lu'naus)
Eternal Sorrow (Bleak-Soul Calamity)
"Ma.....s....t............." A static white noise filled her ears and mind... then after a time, went silent. The fragmented word managed to leak through, but no more. The X CALIBER was dim, there was no response from Kali, the weapon sat inert upon her hip, lifeless.

The great beast, whose red eyes pierced the whirling dark sat quiet for a time, as if pondering her words. Though she imagined the massive entity was perhaps miles away, the ungodly size of his frame made the great red-orbs shine above her like massive crimson moons. His breath washed over her like a storm as he exhaled, sending her flying back and rolling upon the ground almost outside of the clearing.

' You are, Zakath'gu-An...now. Bleak Soul. Creature of Night. Child, no more. Return.. not.. can you. Only walk in Night.... Only walk world.. between. No more, as Child. No more as flesh..creatures. You.... Ho'Dryss, race. Gather, eat.... lazy. Gather, eat... eat. More, more. Grow. Inside Ho'Dryss... Child. Must feed. Feed flesh. Pain. Death. Child eat, or find food. Bad food. Go with.. other Ho'Dryss, and, Ph'Zhin Yacal. Eat. with... Ho'Dryss and Ph'Zhin, or plague. Decay....bring. Burn. Suffer. All.'
' Mother, will not see small Ho'Dryss. Eat. Be.... Big Ho'Dryss. Hunt. Eat.' Jiv'Undus's great roaring voice crashed down upon her, the air from his great maw, was like a hole in the sky unleashing torrents of wind. His speech was slowly improving, as if he spoke in a language he did not fully understand.

...The Hand Of A Righteous Man:
The Battle of D'Alice - Part II: The South-End Defensive

[Outside the Rift]
The Lieutenant-Magister quickly went about a number of quick movements, opening a series of boxes and assembling a massive looking Bolt-Gun...blade on one of the tables as Nadia got dressed. The uniform was simple and tidy. A double-breasted black overcoat with red accents and a dark red skirt or black trousers with boots made up the uniforms attire. After she finished, the identical dress attire seemed slightly odd, but functional at the very least. The Magister looked up as Nadia spoke, finishing her preparations. She was small in size and stature, but the weapon was rather large, even for a man of great stature. A strange liquid ran down her arms and solidified into steel gauntleted arms much like her legs which ended in large steel cybernetic looking greaves. She snapped the Bolt-Blade on her back. " Hm, a fair concern. I apologize, we didn't have time for introductions. I'm Lieutenant-Magister Wiss Galna'Fel. Commanding Officer of Class 15-Alpha. We have Magisters that can fortify your weapon outside, shall we take care of that now? I would recommend carrying a rifle as well." She turned away towards the door.

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[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

Nadia shakes her head.
I prefer to stick with the weapons I know. I know it's foolish, but it'sjust the way I am.
She heads for the door alongside the Magister
I'm Nadia by the way.

[Desril]

Lu'naus

Well, that's not good...
Kali!? What's wrong? Can you still hear me?!

Though Kestal isn't unconcerned for Kali, she's much more callous than Eris is, and puts that problem aside until they figure out more about what happened. "Zakath'gu-An, Ho'Dryss, huh? Sounds...interesting."

Interesting?! Were you listening? Feed on flesh? On pain and death? How can that be interesting?
Oh please, you're just upset that we won't be the one being eaten. You're willing to kill to survive, to protect people, how is this any different. He said that if we didn't it'd bring decay and suffering to all. Our feeding on a few will protect more. Besides, think of how much stronger we must be able to become like this.
...it's still not right, but...I suppose...we do still need to see Maythalin...it's not as if we have much of a choice...

Lacking any better options, Luna faces Jiv'Undus once more and speak up. "Then can you help us to get started? We don't really know how to...feed...or get stronger like this. Could you answer a few questions for us? You say that we're no longer a Child, and we understand that we're no longer Arias' Child, but are we a Child of Maythalin now, like you? And...we thought Arias was the Goddess of Night. If we're a creature of Night, are we not still as much her's as Maythalin's?" They pause, "Forgive us, if any of that is rude, it's just that we still don't understand anything about what Night, or any of this, really means. We don't know what this new body can do, or anything at all about Bleakness other than that we can use it..."

[iValkyrieX]

Kunji'Dak

"Ser, be ready for anything if we are seen. Can you put that mist over us once again? I want to retrieve the arm before they see us if possible." Doc gets low to the ground, prowling up to the door where he slowly opens the door just enough to slip in as stealthily as possible. He moves as fast as he can while remaining as silent and invisible as possible at the same time toward the origin of the scent. Once the arm is retrieved, he heads for the door and back to the man behind the bars.

[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F1
Arc: 2 - Tears of Night
Act 3 - Departure
Line 2

[ Waking Agony - Zakath'gu-An ] (Lu'naus)
Eternal Sorrow (Bleak-Soul Calamity)
There was no response from Kali, the weapon remained unresponsive. The massive eyes of Jiv'Undus slowly began to close until only two great orbs looked back at her. His great booming throaty voice echoed out over her like a storm. '...Zakath'gu-An, go with Ho'Dryss. Live with Ho'Dryss and Yacal. Eat.' The last pair of red eyes closed and the great beast could be seen no more. She wondered where Jiv'Undus truly stood, for as she briefly recalled... the great beast possessed three heads.

She was left alone in the dark for a time. The great terror in the dark was gone... but she was not alone. The darkness of the world about her seemed to swell and come together at a single point. An amorphous figure that slowly came into focus. She was without definition. No face, no features. But her smile, was like that of a white void separating the dark. The endless sea of blackness behind her became a massive writhing ocean of black thrashing snakes adorned with ebon skulls made of shadow. Far, far away a faint glow of some distant shard of light like that of a needle, stuck into her mass of beasts, like a pillar of light locking her onto a whiteboard. She was immense in size, towering 80ft above Zakath'gu-An, though her stature slowly begun to diminish as she approached silently, until she was the same height as the newly born Bleak Soul, who she pet lovingly. ' Oh, welcome sweet girl - little Sister... Welcome to our family. Yes. As the Great Yocal has spoken, you are now a creature of The Night. But we.... We are not as them. No. We are Ho'Dryss - The Gathering Hands... The Reaping Hands. Yes. We must feed, feed upon the living, the intelligent, the fearful, the righteous. We must eat their flesh, their life, joy, passion and hope. The spirits of men and beast. It is our burden to feed The Eternal Sorrow, our dear Children. Eat more and more, and many Children you shall have. We are Mothers of The Night. Shame not The Eternals bring suffering to others, and anguish will not fall upon you and your own. Yes. We must spin on our loving Goddess's desire, and the will of The Eternals and bless this world with our Children, then The End will bless you as well dear Sister. '

' The laws and bars of the Children of Dawn, and their Gods and mothers... like Arias and Maythalin hold no weight here. Blessed are we, by our creator. Blessed are we by The End. ' She pulled her close brushing her long hair with a black hand of shadow. ' I am Elsa Maria, lovely girl. You've no need for concern any longer, nor from your 'mother' that was. She calls herself Arias, but The 7th Goddess is the Child I have made. She has no power over my domain, only that which I allow her to wield.'

There was a strange... calmness and soothing calm in the words of the black mistress. A certain unholy might she had never before encountered. Not even before Arias. A strange darkness seemed to pulse in her chest, a lustful hunger that begun to stir, a strange inclination of obedience clouding her mind, as if the very essence that had filled her shell of skin and born and made her empty reacted in kind before the venerable figure. Her physical form, her new body possessed a subtle sentience outside of herself as if she was a part of the mass of writhing snakes that made the world about her. Her heart was filled with a unease sense of disquiet.

...The Hand Of A Righteous Man:
The Battle of D'Alice - Part II: The South-End Defensive

[Outside the Rift]
Lieutenant Galna'Fel led them outside of the steel barracks shack, Junior Magisters scurried about moving supplies as more structures were raised. A forward base camp had been assembled in less than an hour. It was an impressive sight. The Lieutenant-Magister walked with Nadia over to a makeshift armory. " I understand using a weapon you are familiar with, but you should be aware, some of these creatures while weak at range are very formidable in close-quarters. A length of steel is good to have at hand, but the more dangerous of these types of creatures can move to counter attack before you've even noticed the ploy. If you encounter any White or Black variations of these beasts, do not engage them in melee. They are the true threat. The Grey ones are simple fodder. The big ones are just more sturdy. Keep that in mind if you're set to fight them off by hand. " One of the Magisters moved over to them loosening a series of enchantments upon Nadia's sword with similar gems to Aiko. The Lieutenant nodded as they finished. " If you want to bring a secondary weapon with you, this is the place to get it. Speak to the armorer, or meet me outside." She turned sharply and left.


Power: +20 Enchantment bonus
Strength: +20 Strength - Enchantment Bonus
Gale: Additional Movement Action
Heartseek: Double Critical Range - Auto Confirm
Avenge: Free Attack After Receiving Damage


The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F9 - 3:03 PM, Wendsday, 2020
Arc: 1 - ...Pale Dawn

[The Deepwood Sentinel - Ikal ]
He stealthily stalked into the room. The smog within the room roiled out shrouding there entry. Strange creatures stalked about the room. A number of cleaned carcasses hung from the walls from flesh hooks like meat in a butcher shop. Strange machines were about the room, the large creatures threw down bodies unto the contractions, the bodies cut, flayed and dismembered into clean separate pieces and distributed in separate piles where other creatures worked. He could count 7 of the creatures, and the previous creature from the room he had cleared before, with the bladed arm. They didn't appear to have noticed him. He looked about, but he could not find the 'arm' Maha had spoke of... Then his eyes stopped upon the chained arm on the creature with the bladed hand. He was sure of it, after a short pause. It was taken from Maha. That was the arm he needed.

[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

Nadia looks at the Magister who had enhanced her blade.
"Can you apply similar enhancements to my own body? Should my blade fail in the battle, I have training enough to fight with my hands. But extended combat of that sort does lead to far more injuries than I would like to absorb."

[Desril]

Lu'naus

Listening carefully to Elsa Maria, Luna nods in something approaching understanding. "It's nice to be accepted...and we appreciate you and Jiv'Undus coming to welcome us, but we need more information. Who are the Eternals and what is the Eternal Sorrow? And what sort of power does The End have over us," she says, not bothering to disguise the contempt in her voice at the mention of the bitchy third of Death. "We may not be able to undo what we did, but we would still like to know what we are now, and what we can do without The End's influence."

"And though Arias may no longer be our Mother, she was helpful to us when we were in need and our respect is not so easily lost," she says, hoping that Elsa takes the hint and proves herself to be as helpful as her former Mother was. "There are also others, some Children, a Weaver, who we need to return to...soon. But we suspect there are certain...difficulties in being what we are. How long will it take to learn to control this?" She asks, motioning to her new, exposed form. "And we still need answers that the White Oracle didn't give us. About what the Silent God is, and what he wants. He's our enemy, but we don't even know how to begin fighting."

But then, when her body starts to react strangely, she puts a hand to her chest and winces, unable to figure out what the sudden ache is, defaulting to the one thing she's always wanted. "And, if there's time," she says, moving her hand to brush Elsa's cheek, not caring that it's impudent, "maybe we can play together a little."

[Lazy Roman]

Slayer Knell

Perception Check

She lowers her head in shame of her transgression despite how innocent it may have been takes full responsibility for it. “I understand and apologize for my transgression it. It was not out of malice High Slayer. If I’m to be honest. I do not understand how I even got here. It has been such a blurr since we came here. This world is…quite disorientating. I understand the break in my training High-Slayer. We are here because it serves The Silent God best here. Let us go forth, strike and purge the unfaithful from our ranks.” She stands ready to follow The High-Slayer out into combat.

[iValkyrieX]

Ikal'Daka

Focus illumination +2
Pounce/Leap
Flurry of Blows


Doc leaps through the air with an arc landing on the creature with the arm. He lets out a primal rage from within as his claws rips through flesh and whatever else his claws come in contact with.

Claw #1

To hit [roll0]
Damage [roll1] [roll2]
Crit confirm [roll3]
Crit Dmg [roll4] [roll5]

Claw #2

To hit [roll6]
Damage [roll7] [roll8]
Crit confirm [roll9]
Crit Dmg [roll10] [roll11]

Claw #3

To hit [roll12]
Damage [roll13] [roll14]
Crit confirm [roll15]
Crit Dmg [roll16] [roll17]

Claw #4

To hit [roll18]
Damage [roll19] [roll20]
Crit confirm [roll21]
Crit Dmg [roll22] [roll23]

Bite #1

To hit [roll24]
Damage [roll25] [roll26]
Crit confirm [roll27]
Crit Dmg [roll28] [roll29]

Bite #2

To hit [roll30]
Damage [roll31] [roll32]
Crit confirm [roll33]
Crit Dmg [roll34] [roll35]

Claw #5

To hit [roll36]
Damage [roll37] [roll38]
Crit confirm [roll39]
Crit Dmg [roll40] [roll41]

[jamieth]

"No!" Aiko yells after a short pause she needed to grasp the current situation, "Mother, please... You know I don't like fighting, but... here, and now... I have to be there! I have to make sure Nadia would be alright! I have to wait for Luna to get back! You told me you want me to live my life... Mother, this is my life now! So, let me back... Or..." a glimpse of hope alights within her, "if you could get me to Luna? Or at least give me a hint how to get her back! You're a goddess, right? Surely you can do that! Mother, I bow to your will of course, but if you care for me at all... Par help me, Mother."
Despite everything that happened, Aiko was a priestess still, and pleading a deity was the first way of solving the unsolvable she could think of...

[Mornings]

...The Hand Of A Righteous Man:
The Battle of D'Alice - Part II: The South-End Defensive

[Outside the Rift]
The Magister behind the table frowned scratching her head. "I can... but honestly If you have to fight with your hands, you should be running. You can't expect to win every fight - especially when out numbered and out-gunned. Knowing when to retreat is as important as knowing when to fight. That's part of being a good soldier. Don't get yourself killed. " She took out another gem and expended the magic upon Nadia. The flash of yellow light circled about her and dissipated. "If the enemy is weak, crush them. If they're strong, stab them in the back. If you're out numbered, run. It's not that complicated. Good luck. "


Mettle: - When Slain, Regenerate. Creature is restored with 1 Hp. All points from soul damaging sources are removed - Enchantment is then expended.


White Disaster
She closed her eyes for a moment listening to Aiko's words before pointing to the world below. Look, Dear Child. Look below, you can see them perfectly well from here. Would you take up the sword to defend the Weaver? Do you think you could do what the Magisters cannot? I believe she is faring well enough...

As for the other one.... hm. It appears she is no more. She is Fallen, dwelling now with The Eternals. There is nothing anyone can do for her now, save your tears - she is lost to the world of gods and men. If you so desire to return to that place, then tell me, what do you hope to accomplish?

<C: Next - Luna ,Kal, Doc>

[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

Nadia grins.
I know that. But sometimes you get cut off. Might as well bring down as many enemies as I can.
And I have an emergency out...

[jamieth]

"Mother... You're right of course, Nadia would accomplish more on her own in a fight then if she had to protect me add well. But... One thing I have to do for her at least is let her know I'm well... Having her think she's lost two friends in such a short order is just too cruel... And..." she takes a long breath, "Mother, these words you spoke - Fallen, Eternal... I know the words, of course, but it seems they have some special meaning. Please remember, I've been here for less than a day, and things every child should know are often a mystery to me... And also... You said I can't do anything, and that's true of course... But just sitting here watching as things go by... That's no real life, Mother; I want to be useful... To help Luna if it is at all possible, to help Nadia and the Magisters at least if not. Surely you can give me strength for that... Please, Mother. Help me this one time, and request anything from me anytime... Anything that won't hurt my friends."

[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F9, Holding Chamber IV - 4:03 PM, Wendsday, 2020
Arc: 1 - ...Pale Dawn

[The Deepwood Sentinel - Ikal ]
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Surprise Round:
The Wolfen stalked into the massive room with black smog in his face masking his entry. It was easily 150ft across, cluttered with gore and fleshy-bits scattered about the strange steel floor. Deep lines ran across the floor like a drainage system, blood and other liquid refuse running through the cracks. The steel floor was covered in large sigils evenly spaced 5ft from one another. The Strange cracks in the floor that divided the ground into segments did not seem to possess any evident pattern, only strange divisions in the ground that seemed to hold no significance.

The visibility was somewhat impeded by the cloud of black smoke that wafted through the air, but his keen senses cut through the smoke screen. Six massive beasts moved about the room, creatures unlike those he had seen before. They were large horned monstrocities with super-massive lumbering arms that were longer then their body. Massive curving plats of blackened iron formed a mantle across their shoulders and chest. Layers of hardened metal, which was fused with the thick leathery flesh. Gout's of smog spewed forth from large burning chamber-like holes in their shoulders as if something burned within them, like living incendiary stacks. Massive black-steel bone-like spurs protruded from the creatures forearms like spines wrapping around its arms, a metal exoskeleton encasing the twisted upper-body. The beasts had no feet, only a mutated bulb of flesh ending in a tail and two scaled and bladed tendrils hanging from the monster's bodies. They were nightmarish sights as they went about their work, carrying corpses from large crates to tables, working with meticulous detail before throwing the corpses into a large 5ft whirling steel-maw of a massive roaring mechanical system that stretched across the room. It was like a factory.... one of blood and bone. Three troth's sat in front of three sections of the machine where conveyor-belts dumped a seemingly endless supply of moist bones, frothy meat and bloody skin.

It took all of a moment to identify the long chain ending in the bladed hand as the 'arm' Maha spoke of. There was no hesitation as he dashed off and effortlessly took a great leap into the air 20ft above his prey. He would end it in a single pass, or so he thought.

The blade-armed creature looked up noticing the Wolfen just as he descended, he was sickeningly swift even while caught flat-footed. The blade-arm snapped out with deft precision swatting the nature-spirit's claws wide, and swatting him in the face with the side of the blade, but he would not be so easily deterred. Seeing his assault had been foiled, his attacks nimbly countered, he resorted to his raw size and strength, crashing down into the undead man-creature with all his weight as his large claws dug into the things shoulders spraying black inkor upon the steel floor. They both crashed to the earth with a thunderous impact, lifting up his massive claws again slashing the feeble creature upon the ground like a wild beast in blind rage. Loosing his focus, the man-creature rolled backwards as it cried out in pain, black ink poured from his torn chest and face. The Wolfen slashed into the steel blindly not noticing the man-creature had swiftly scurried to the side.

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He paused, looking at the man-creature, upon the floor, just out of his reach, mauled and bleeding terribly. He growled, frustrated he had failed to kill the creature. Sparks of silver light danced around the man's wounds, and then lit. The wolf through back his head and laughed as the man-creature begun to roll back and forth on the ground as his cloths were lit aflame from the magical properties of his claws. His screams filled the chamber. "AAAHHHHHHHHHHGHHAHA! AHHHHH! KILL IT! KILL IT! KILL THE BEAST! AAAAGGHHAAA!" The mirth quickly died away as he realized the creatures had noticed him. The man-creature pointed at him with hatred pulsating from the empty recesses in his face, that were his 'eyes'. The large expanse of floor beneath the Wolfen, sharply twisted and ignited in light in a half-second. He blinked. He was across the room in the far corner. The creatures were no longer in their previous positions, they blinked into existence directly before him.

Round 1:

Initiative Order:
1.) Ser
2.) Doc
3.) Enemies


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Ser pulled herself up on the Wolfen's back leaning over his shoulder as she drew back her bow. An arrow of green light begun to build. It shifted to black, then orange then golden, then took its emerald glow again. She pointed at the beast on their left, then sharply turned her bow up aiming for the ceiling. She loosened the arrow. The emerald bolt blasted forward creating a massive 40ft glyph of golden light dividing and striking the creature with golden beam-like arrows 29 times, shredding the creature. The holes left in its body quickly closed, with a burning hiss. The Glyph above turned a shade of orange, its light beginning to wane like a moon above. A storm of autumnal-bolts rained down like a torrent striking the creature 80 times before the glyph turned dark and launched forth crushing bolts of umbral bleakness crashing into the creature. The bolts endlessly rent its body to pieces and it regenerated. The smoke poured from its iron mantle until geysers of black flame gushed forth and the creature exploded in a massive crushing implosive void. ( "They are Krim'Col, abominations created from Death-Essence and profane rituals. These are Lesser Immortals. They are not powerful in the offensive capacity, but they are vary difficult to kill without exceeding their capacity to absorb and convert Anima. I doubt they could kill you individually, but do not let them encircle you. The primary function of these beasts is to capture prey." )


Killed: Enemy #5
Up Next: Doc


Krim'Col - Lesser Immortal
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[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F3
Arc: 1 - ...Pale Dawn
Act 1: Prelude to The End
Gear 1: ...Without Tears, Without Mercy
Line 1

[The Righteous Sword]
The High-Slayer nodded in affirmation. " Well said, and yes... This place can be quite, troublesome. I will overlook your carelessness for now, we have business to tend to. Let us depart." She slammed down the butt of her cross to the floor, an energy washed over them turning her hair white. They sharply turned about and walked towards the wall of black inkor, the energy cloaking them as they passed through emerging on the other side of the wall as if they had phased through it rather then physically attempting to pass the barrier. The swarming army of constructs could been seen flooding out of the gate, explosions from Bolt-fire raining down death overhead. Faith sighed as if they had encountered a minor delay. She raised the the cross, a wave of invisible force coming down upon them. Knell could feel the Vaelin envelope her, it was true the High-Slayer was unmatched in her reinforcing and defensive abilities. While the chamber was still flooded, they walked in an orb of air, the water held at bay around them. With a kick from the ground, they levitated upwards existing the portal. The Bolt-fire rained down upon them, the explosions deflected harmlessly around them as the creatures flooded forth from behind them under the cover of the spiritual shields. The beasts madly dashed forward to the blockaded mountain pass. " The creatures only pursue the traitor now, but it seems the Magisters have blocked the way... hm. Pitty. Leave them, our only objective is dear Colonel Hansreich. The Magisters are of no concern to us. I will give you this opprotunity to redeem your blunder and carry out God's will. Go. Bring me back Hansreich's head, young one. Show me the strength of your faith. " Yes, there were once again in the valley of D'Alice. The Pass was blocked by the fortifications The Magisters had constructed, but it was no matter, she could simply go over it if she had to. The traitorous Colonel waited in South-End, she could not see him. She could not feel him, but her sense of righteousness guided her sword. He would fall before her blade. It was only a matter of staying the course.

High-Slayer Faith
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[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F1
Arc: 2 - Tears of Night
Act 3 - Departure
Gear 0
Line 2

[ Waking Agony - Zakath'gu-An ] (Lu'naus)
Eternal Sorrow (Bleak-Soul Calamity)

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She could feel something change as Elsa Maria knelt upon the grey of the void that was the world. All darkness that gave the world definition flowed from The Dark Mother's back, like tendrils, snakes flowing out into the vastness of the infinite. Something was different, something within her, the world around her, she could feel it.... it was not that the world had been any different from as it was before, but something new stirred within the back of her mind. An awareness, a vague-shapeless-perception, a unfathomable formless definition upon that which she could perceive. As if what she saw was not simply what she saw, but was as it was described - as if she had not seen what she saw, but heard of all things before her, as if she had listened to some unending story which described everything she could sense down to the most insignificant of detail... as if she could not perceive what had not been defined, as if only what had been defined existed now. Everything was strangely familiar though she knew nothing before her had been experienced before. She could feel it, she had been connected to something, yet liberated from some blindfold over her senses. She knew she felt the nameless change within her perception. She knew she did not know what it was. She knew her vary existence as it had been only moments ago had ceased to be, because it had been written so, and now she felt what the world described to her.

Elsa Maria's smile was a hollow hole of lesser darkness, without definition of lips, or teeth. An inhuman shadow, without substance. ' Child of Night, you are now of the Ho'Dryss. A creature born of Bleakness like all creatures of Night, as is The End... and like The End. The Will of The Eternal Sorrow defines this body, this life. Such cannot be undone by gods or men. You are one born to unmake, to dismantle, to sunder. Your breath is pestilence, your touch is plague, your presence... Anguish. You are the antithesis of the living, and from the souls and bodies of the living will you feast and birth forth children unto The Night, and the world. The End has no influence upon you, only The Eternal Sorrow. Your existence is forged, held and reinforced by them and the one within you. She, The End is puppet, slave and master to Eternal Adversity, the expression of her conceptual purpose. No more. She is that expression of The Eternals upon the world above which the mortals fear and cower before, thus you are blessed by The End. You are blessed by The Eternals.'

' Arias, the foolish angel, provided little save for her patience. Though, even that you will not find from her now - so I will tell you plainly. The Children of Arias will not look upon you favorably, nor will she. Your Weaver, and companions are far too frail to stand before you. You carry The Night within your breast, and such does not discriminate against the frail lives of the living nor dead. Mortals with too frail a spirit will fall before your sight, shatter before your presence and be unmade by your touch. You are not a creature of the mortal world, and will find no place there any longer. You are a hunter, a slayer of men and beast. It is no matter to find those you have parted with, but less you seek to bring them unto Death, you cannot tread upon the same world as they. Only within the Alter-Space and Interstice that lay between the worlds can you exist within sight of the fragile mortals. This is what you are. There is nothing to 'learn' to control - as you are, you will do what you are born to do, and do it quite well. Consume, destroy, and grow. Beyond that - is nothing you were born to be. A sword can be made a shield, but that does not make it such. Beyond being Ho'Dryss, the book is your own to write. A tale filled with lessons and failure. There are no tenants to abide by, no code, nor laws. No order. You will do what you were born to do, because it is what you are. ' Her hand reached out to the featureless shadow, yet, unlike before, she could feel nothing... it was as if she held her hand before a light to cast her own shadow over another's to make a shape or gesture over their shady form. There was no substance, no tangible entity before her. No, it was not as a specter or phantasmal apparition, there was not a sensation of spirit or cold... no, there was an absence, as if something was missing. As she she brushed her hand across the surface of a dusty shelf where the shape of a book had laid. A clear outline made by the dust and dirt where a book should have been, where she had placed it, where it belonged - yet there was nothing. Yes, this was the strange feeling that greeted her. There was nothing, only the strange emptiness that filled her, acknowledging the absence of what should be. The nothingness that was Elsa Maria smiled her bare-faced smile, mirthless, expressionless, faceless. It was then she realized. Among the grey and bright expanse of the infinite vastness, she was the only dark, she was the dark. As if a massive pair of scissors had cut out the outline of a woman and left a living void of pitch-dark in her place. There was nothing there, there never had been.

' Hehe... Silly girl.' She covered her face with her hands, though there was nothing to hide, save for the absence of features. ' We are The Eternals.' She knelt to both knees, her face still covered as the dark writhed and massive black shapeless tendrils rose from the swirling black. Detached and changing faces of, beasts, animal and men shifted upon the heads of the long arms of darkness. ' The Eternals, together make The Eternal Sorrow.... and...'

' We are...'
' We are...'
' We are...'
' We are...'
' We are...'
' We are...'
' We are...'

She smiled.
' ...Elsa Maria.'


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[iValkyrieX]

Ikal'Daka

Blood Lust activated (-1 ill)
Wrathstorm 0/1 (+1 ill)
Pounce/Leap
Flurry of Blows (-2 ill)
Illumination remaining 1/-


Doc looks at the enemies and then at the one that was obliterated by Ser's arrow. Upon seeing how much it took to truly destroy the creature he second guesses his decision to attempt to fight them all. His mind goes into a primal rage as he gets himself ready to attack. He drops to all four legs once again and leaps through the air toward the little humanoid with the arm to finish off his first prey as he drops. As he finishes him off he grabs the arm.

Claw #1

To hit [roll0]
Damage [roll1] [roll2]
Crit confirm Auto confirm (Wrathstorm)
Crit Dmg [roll3] [roll4]

Claw #2

To hit [roll5]
Damage [roll6] [roll7]
Crit confirm Auto confirm (Wrathstorm)
Crit Dmg [roll8] [roll9]

Claw #3

To hit [roll10]
Damage [roll11] [roll12]
Crit confirm Auto confirm (Wrathstorm)
Crit Dmg [roll13] [roll14]

Claw #4

To hit [roll15]
Damage [roll16] [roll17]
Crit confirm Auto confirm (Wrathstorm)
Crit Dmg [roll18] [roll19]

Bite #1

To hit [roll20]
Damage [roll21] [roll22]
Crit confirm Auto confirm (Wrathstorm)
Crit Dmg [roll23] [roll24]

Bite #2

To hit [roll25]
Damage [roll26] [roll27]
Crit confirm Auto confirm (Wrathstorm)
Crit Dmg [roll28] [roll29]

Claw #5

To hit [roll30]
Damage [roll31] [roll32]
Crit confirm Auto confirm (Wrathstorm)
Crit Dmg [roll33] [roll34]

[Desril]

Zakath'gu-An / Lu'naus

Taking the new information in stride, at least, after hearing that 'Alter-Space' and the Interstice seemed to be some sort of exceptions to the rule that her very presence would unmake those she held dear, Luna waited and listened patiently until Elsa had finished speaking. That's a neat trick. We should learn how to do something like that at some point...it could have...uses
Not really the time...but if we don't have any rules then all we need to do is learn how to control this body completely and we should be able to stay with the others. At least the Interstice seems safe, but we shouldn't leave until we have more answers.

"Then we'll be Ho'Dryss and do what we do, we'll live with the consequences and find a way to remain who we are. But we still need to know about the Silent God. The White Oracle turned us into this so that we could strike at him, but she never explained how, and somehow we feel that the god worshipped by the Slayers couldn't care less about the lives of most mortals, so what can we do now that we couldn't before?"

Pausing, "And what sort of power does this body have beyond killing anything that gets too close to it? I imagine we no longer need to limit our reserve of bleakness for using Desolation, but what else? The last time we obtained a new body we gained the ability to travel to Arias' domain, can we do anything like that now? And you say we need to hunt, and I believe you, but how can we hunt anything if everything around us just falls over dead? Where do we hunt, how do we get there?" And after a moment's hesitation, she moves a hand to her stomach, "And what do you mean about giving birth to Children of Night? It felt like our organs were ripped out when we fell, how can we give birth to anything in this form?"

"While we have your attention...how can we change this form?" Holding a hand up to her face, they bite their lip, "This is hardly fitting for us, and the best hunters can go unseen by their prey."

[Lazy Roman]

Son Of Mornings, Son Of Night, Seraph of The End

She nods after receiving her order. “I understand High Slayer. The unfaithful colonel will suffer for his transgressions against The Silent God and will face judgement.” She takes off to the south end. She uses her hide in plain sight skill to remain hidden until her target comes in sight and her shadow step skill to move as quickly as possible.

Perception Check

[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F9, Holding Chamber IV - 4:03 PM, Wendsday, 2020
Arc: 1 - ...Pale Dawn

[The Deepwood Sentinel - Ikal ]
Round 1:

Initiative Order:
1.) Ser
2.) Doc
3.) Enemies

WrathStorm
The Wolfen slammed down his massive hands into the ground, his talons digging into the steel surface. Sapphire mist rolled out from his maw, blue jolts of energy raced through his body as his hair stood on end as if a static pulse raced through the dark grey mane. The great forest spirit seemed to grow in size as his muscles coiled and tightened, his fur became a great billowing cloud that danced like flame.

With a deafening howl, a black wind begun to cycle about him like a small cyclone of air. It intensified in speed as the wolf spirit lifted his head to the sky, his mane darkening into a pitch black, the mist roiling forth from his eyes and manifested as orbs of blue light about him. A strange dance of darkness and moonlight.

With a single great bound he exploded forth from the ground hurtling across the room as if propelled. Soaring through the air with his massive talons, cloaked in black wind in moonfire, he descended upon the screaming undead creature, still attempting to swat out the flames from the previous encounter. Unable to respond to the sudden assault, the massive beast of the forest came crashing down upon him with ceaseless ferocity.

The strange undead creature, snapped out his blade once more, deftly deflecting the two hammering claw attacks that came down upon him, but was crushed by the massive beast as he came crashing down from the sky. His fate had already been decided as the beast pinned him to the bloodied steel. One wave of his massive hand. The claws cleaved through flesh, bone and steel. The undead-creature's bladed arm flew off his shoulder and shattered upon the ground, frozen solid. Another. His body torn violently ripped in half at the waist. The great beast's maw came down over the furless-creature's head, ripping his neck from his shoulders with his thrashing jaw, throwing it across the room. He ripped the chain arm from the mutilated corpse lifting it into the air as he howled at the ceiling. The frozen blood, the slick gore.... it ignited into blue flame and floated up from the ground, becoming part of his storm, fueling his Blood Lust.


~ WrathStorm (Blood Lust): Enemy slain - Duration extended 1 Round
~ Acquired Maha's Arm



The Lesser Immortals, slowly turned about watching the display silently with expressionless bull-like faces. They were not quick creatures, like lumbering mountains of steel and bone. With a series of quick flashes, the creatures blinked from their location in the corner, and blocked the entrance of the chamber. The only exist he could see within the chamber. The creatures begun to issue a strange humming sound, a buzzing from their boney faces as if they were beginning some strange profane ritual. He could feel the air vibrate with Anima, energy beginning to fill the room. The piles of corpses in the crates and the mounds of sorted gore begun to rustle and move.


Round 2:

( "...I doubt this will end well. It's time to go." ) Ser drew back her bow, and fired off an arrow into the ceiling. It vanished into a large Sigil then was gone. She aimed at the entrance and fired another arrow, this one of white light. It struck the beast, causing it to vanish then returning to her hand. She fired the white arrow again at another creature causing both the arrow and the beast to explode into shards of white light clearing the a path to the exit.

[iValkyrieX]

Ikal'Daka

Illumination 2/-
Wrathstirke 0/1 +1 Ill
Katril’Linath - The Song of Slaughter (Song of Hunting)
Flurry of Blows -2 Ill
Illumination /-


Doc looks at the freshly opened pathway to leave the room and quickly decides what must be done to escape. He charges the doorway with the intent to kill...or do as much damage as he can to the 'Immortals' as he leaves. After he leaves he makes way on all fours to the passageway with Maha. Once he is safely clear of the enemies he ends his bloodlust.

Enemy #1

Claw #1

To hit [roll0]
Damage [roll1]
Crit confirm Auto confirm (Wrathstorm)
Crit Dmg [roll2]
Crit Dmg [roll3]

Claw #2

To hit [roll4]
Damage [roll5]
Crit confirm Auto confirm (Wrathstorm)
Crit Dmg [roll6]
Crit Dmg [roll7]

Claw #3

To hit [roll8]
Damage [roll9]
Crit confirm Auto confirm (Wrathstorm)
Crit Dmg [roll10]
Crit Dmg [roll11]

Claw #4

To hit [roll12]
Damage [roll13]
Crit confirm Auto confirm (Wrathstorm)
Crit Dmg [roll14]
Crit Dmg [roll15]

Bite #1

To hit [roll16]
Damage [roll17]
Crit confirm Auto confirm (Wrathstorm)
Crit Dmg [roll18]
Crit Dmg [roll19]

Bite #2

To hit [roll20]
Damage [roll21]
Crit confirm Auto confirm (Wrathstorm)
Crit Dmg [roll22]
Crit Dmg [roll23]

Claw #5

To hit [roll24]
Damage [roll25]
Crit confirm Auto confirm (Wrathstorm)
Crit Dmg [roll26]
Crit Dmg [roll27]

Enemy #2

Claw #1

To hit [roll28]
Damage [roll29]
Crit confirm Auto confirm (Wrathstorm)
Crit Dmg [roll30]
Crit Dmg [roll31]

Claw #2

To hit [roll32]
Damage [roll33]
Crit confirm Auto confirm (Wrathstorm)
Crit Dmg [roll34]
Crit Dmg [roll35]

Claw #3

To hit [roll36]
Damage [roll37]
Crit confirm Auto confirm (Wrathstorm)
Crit Dmg [roll38]
Crit Dmg [roll39]

Claw #4

To hit [roll40]
Damage [roll41]
Crit confirm Auto confirm (Wrathstorm)
Crit Dmg [roll42]
Crit Dmg [roll43]

Bite #1

To hit [roll44]
Damage [roll45]
Crit confirm Auto confirm (Wrathstorm)
Crit Dmg [roll46]
Crit Dmg [roll47]

Bite #2

To hit [roll48]
Damage [roll49]
Crit confirm Auto confirm (Wrathstorm)
Crit Dmg [roll50]
Crit Dmg [roll51]

Claw #5

To hit [roll52]
Damage [roll53]
Crit confirm Auto confirm (Wrathstorm)
Crit Dmg [roll54]
Crit Dmg [roll55]

[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F1
Arc: 2 - Tears of Night
Act 3 - Departure
Gear 0
Line 2

[ Waking Agony - Zakath'gu-An ] (Lu'naus)
Eternal Sorrow (Bleak-Soul Calamity)

The shadow of Elsa Maria tilted her head inquisitively to the side, still covering her face as if hiding her eyeless gaze. ' The White Oracle? Dear girl, Harlequin would never do such a thing. What reason has she to aid you? What reason have to to believe she attempted such? She played no part in the fate that has befallen you, simply banished you from her Halls to let you plummet to what is no doubt your demise. It was not that she sought to 'aid' your foolish and blind crusade, she simply removed you from becoming an asset to be used against her own plans. You very well could have been simply unmade like most that have Fallen. Yet, by chance you remain, corrupted and now outside of The Mad God's reach. However no better are you to 'strike' at anything dear girl. You have simply been removed from the game that was because you were not an asset to the side which had found you first. Tehe.'

' As for He, The Mad God. he perpetuates that level of life you call 'existence'. You are now the walking bane of his work and creation, of the lives he watches and facilitates, the worlds he spins forth into life. You young one are far too frail, far too.... mortal, to 'strike' at one such as he. As long as you are bound by these frail threads you call existence and life which have been given to you, fed by his vary hand, you will forever be beyond such influence upon him or any above this insignificant state.'

' Harlequin did not lie when she spoke to you. Your mind, and heart are not but products of his design. That which you hold, desire, treasure are forever the chains that will bind you. The one who existed in the small memories of the worlds below, the one which was born, and died here... she is but the creature that has been made by his hand, and she cannot stand before Him. Just as a tree cannot rebel against the earth that holds it, sustains its life and nourishes it - so to can the one who lived before, and died where you stand rebel against her creator as long as she remains as such. Harlequin saw weakness in you, the inability to cast down the mold from which you were pressed, but a threat in letting you remain. Thus she discarded you to ensure you would never rise to aid her enemy. But you? What cause have you, the tree to speak with contempt against the earth and forest? What cause have you to despise that which enables and facilitates the life and the lives you so cherish? Your 'friends' - your 'allies'. You are a grit of sand upon a beach, everything you've ever known, every hero and coward, creator and destroyer. Every saint and sinner... Every one you ever knew, everyone you will ever love rests upon that simple beach. This small world. And now, your imagined self importance is challenged, yet obscured in all this vastness of a world, an existence, that lay beyond. You desire to be still, as he created you - and with that, you will remain 'the ant', small and easily missed, with no hope of rising to meet the god which created the world which the wolves and elk dance. You have gained nothing beyond that capacity you possessed before. Now you are simply no longer a threat to Harlequin, The White Oracle. That is all she has given to you, for your words have seemed to lay such strong impression that she believed without the slightest doubt you would become another piece upon his board, a resource to be used against her. So she responded in kind. No doubt, she more then likely expected your consciousness to be stripped from you as well, but regardless of that detail you are no longer a piece that can be used by either 'player'. An unclaimed piece removed from the board preemptively. Truly the wisest choice, no doubt.'

' As for the rest, it is rather simple. If it breathes or moves, it is prey. Lesser creatures will simply be consumed by your soul's Bleakness. It will provide minor nourishment, but is almost inconsequential unless in grossly mass numbers. You must feed upon those that do not succumb so easily to your simple existence. The stronger the soul, the greater the feast. Your soul, as it was, is destroyed. Now your very essence and live energy is Bleakness. Such energy will mend your body and spirit as long as it is not refined and weaponized. You can now sense... or rather 'smell' the Anima of those who would make a fine meal. Your body alone will guide you. There is little to teach, it is like attempting to teach a child to use their nose to smell, or ears to hear. It is innate. You will know what is foul and what is.. 'delicious', or what is filling. You will consume others souls and life energy and within the void within yourself will life be birthed from the consumed when enough life has been gathered. Your children are your own creations, L'Dryss and perhaps even Yocal. You are Mother to creatures of The Night. Amass your own family and make a place that is your own. You and your children may walk The Night and enter it when you see fit. For the dark of Night lays in all places.'

' Your appearance will play no assistance to those that are close enough to lay eyes upon you, but while within The Night or any of the worlds between, the persona you display when close to the physical world can be of any appearance you choose. It is no more then a specter after all. If you wish to walk among the mortals again, you must acquire a Mantle. A physical body, that caries your Sigil and is without a soul. Such can be made, or... acquired. You may use this puppet as a surrogate, to interact with the lesser creatures but it required focus and concentration to control such a body for extended periods of time. some Ho'dryss are very fond of their puppets, keeping a collection to play with the mortals... It is an endeavor that takes some time and requires the assistance of a Black Magister, for such cannot be done alone. You are an outsider, a denizen of a plane beyond the material, and thus you will need loyal hands to do your work. The Night Scholars and other such Black Magisters who are deeply connected to The Night have long been our greatest resource. Fortunately, you are not so far from where they gather to be trained. Loyal mortals are by far the best for Ho'Dryss. It is perhaps best to find a young would-be-Magister and rear them yourself, grooming them to fit your needs as they are trained. The older, wiser Magisters can be cunning and troublesome. They should not be underestimated.'

' This is your new life. The existence you have now become. You have indeed died when you had Fallen. Use this second life wisely and tell none of your true name, least they be worthy of baring the power it contains. Zakath'gu-An.'

[Vhaidara]

Nadia Vorns, the Reborn Drake

As Nadia turns to head for the battle lines, she feels a sudden surge of dizziness. She stumbles, then collapses as the world turns black.



"Wake up Nadia. We need to talk."
Nadia stirs, and sees a man sitting in a chair, looking at her.
"Sorry about knocking you out, but we needed to have a talk."
Who are you? How did you bring me here?
"Oh, you haven't left. You're unconscious on the ground right now. Don't worry, you're safe. As for who I am..."
The man stands.
"You can call me Keledrath. I created you several years ago. This is but the latest incarnation you've had. The first is the one you saw in your vision of Nalin."
You expect me to believe that?
"Not really. Like I said, I made you. I helped shape your personality. And I know, just as well as you do, the hell you've been through the past few...well, it's been a couple days, tops, for you, but it's been about 5 months for me."
You still aren't giving me a reason to believe you.
"Hard to do that. My claim is pretty extraordinary. But there is precedent. You saw into Rei's memory. You saw that she and her friends believed they were just playing a game, until the Slayers arrived in their world. That's the position I'm in. I'm playing a game. I was lied to, and you paid the price."
Lied to?
"Remember the choice you made to come here, instead of remaining on Golarion? That was our choice. The Legacy was described to us, and it sounded like something extremely interesting, with possibility everywhere. A world much like the one I myself designed. And the chance to play in that world, with a character I enjoyed seeing develop? How could I say no? But, as it turns out, this world is nothing like mine. The possibilities are all dead. It is stagnant, because of the small mind of the man who runs it. There is no room for growth in this world, only death and decay, because that was a decision laid down by its creator. The only way you could become powerful enough to do anything would be to stop being you. That's how the game was written. That's what happened to Kal."
So, what are you doing?
"I'm taking one last shot in the dark. I'm making you aware. There's been a theme running through everything. People telling you to stop playing the game. Siviri told Eris not to play a game unless she'd won, the Stranger said not to play their game, Rymont mentioned that she was no longer a player, and Luna recently encountered another who told her to stop playing."
Luna? Is she okay?
"Not particularly. But I can fill you in on that later. Anyways, I think they've been giving us the answer, but you didn't have the context to realize it. You're in the game. I'm one of the players. And right now, I'm telling you to stop playing."
You want me to just kill myself? Fat chance, *******.
"You misunderstand. You've been playing by their rules. Stop. We're making the rules now. It's entirely possible that Ari will just ignore us for this, but I don't think so. And in any case, I'm leaving soon, but I'm not abandoning you here. That twisted sack of **** has ruined everything I've seen him touch, and I'm not abandoning you to him"
So, what, am I just supposed to float around now?
"You could already do that. I suggest starting by closing that damn portal. Leaving it open won't help Luna, she's not in there anymore. Now, why don't you wake up and get on that?"

[Outside the Rift]

Nadia blinks as she returns to consciousness. With a lithe grace she did not possess before, she rises. turning towards where she knows the portal lies, she reaches out hand and makes a closing motion. And the portal begins to shut.

[Desril]

Luna (Her new name is too long and doesn't have a convenient shorthand, and she's not Lu'naus anymore, so...just going to sign these as Luna)

Clenching her fist as she listens to Elsa's explanation of Harlequin's actions and reasoning, Luna suppresses an angry growl. "Everyone keeps talking about this 'game' but no one will explain what it is! What game? What's the point? Who's playing it?!" Though she wants to continue the barrage of questions, they stop themselves, taking a deep breath.

"And how does being a Bleaksoul make us no longer a threat to the White Oracle or whatever plans she has? What's stopping us from going back to her and ripping her apart?"

Pausing, they think for a moment. "We have more questions too, like what our name means or how to get to a place with prey, but please, we've been stuck in the dark for what feels like an eternity. We need answers, and any further aid you're willing to give us."

[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F9, Holding Chamber IV - 4:03 PM, Wendsday, 2020
Arc: 1 - ...Pale Dawn

[The Deepwood Sentinel - Ikal ]
Initiative Order:
1.) Ser
2.) Doc
3.) Enemies

Round 2:
Katril’Linath - The Song of Slaughter
His massive bloody maw ripped the chained arm free from the mutilated pile of gore that had one been a creature. With a snap of his neck, he swung the chain around himself like a scarf. His path had been cleared, not that it mattered to him. He would force his way threw, one way or another - his business here had been concluded, but his frenzied rage gripped him still. He through back his head, and sung out a howling song to the ceiling. His black fur stood on end as sapphire light writhed about his clawed hands. Raucous grunts and howls hammered out from his throat in a brutal song, as he spread his arms wide and dashed forward with crushing speed, hurtling his body through the air towards the door. The steel flooring dented from the massive impact as he violently entered a sidelong spin, blasts of vaporous illumination blasted outward as his claws rapidly slashed into the flanks of the creatures on either-side of the door. The Krim'Col could not even respond in kind to the sudden blinding burst of speed, one of the beasts was slammed into the wall from the crushing assault while the other's arm was cleaved from its body, thick black spouts of blood sprayed upon the ground. The wounds hissed as did the blood upon the floor as they quickly begun to close. Still, he did not loose his momentum, he howled out as he kicked off from the wall breaking his sudden charge and sprinted off on all fours - The Song of Hunting howling out from his lungs. The slow creatures could not even begin to attempt to begin pursuit before he was gone.

Encounter Ends

The Wolfen raced down the halls, his body sheathed in streams of sapphire mist that poured from his mouth and eyes with his howling song - the black of his fur diminished and faded to the deep grey it had been. His blinding sprint tore the stone beneath his paws with the force of his siccitite claws digging into the ground. It had only been a split-second, and within 6 seconds, he had already distanced himself far from the cursed Holding Chamber, covering nearly 300ft. The circular steel bars of the chamber he had met Maha came back into view. The Wolfen stopped before the entrance, still slick with black gore. The strange creature behind the bars didn't bother looking up, still he could feel his own scent of anima had come this way. There was little question he needed to cross this threshold to find his path.


The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F1
Arc: 2 - Tears of Night
Act 3 - Departure
Gear 0
Line 2

[ Waking Agony - Zakath'gu-An ] (Lu'naus)
Eternal Sorrow (Bleak-Soul Calamity)

' Simply put, you can no longer assist The Mad God, his work, or his world. You are removed from it as a benevolent force. You, the Ho'Dryss, have become Zakath'gu-An. You are a creature of Night, a Mother of Night - The Waking Agony. As your influence and awareness expends so to does The Eternal Agony that does dwell within you. Not of your own violation or control, it is the breath that fills your lungs, the restfulness of sleep, the ache of hunger, as it would be for mortals, though such things do not exist for you. It is simply your state of existence. You will be. You will unmake. You will bring cause to suffer and die to the works of life that The Mad God has made. You are not a threat any longer, because now, as forever, are you beyond his reach and employment as a resource to be used against Harlequin and The White. They, as she, are not of The Mad God's design. Foreign influence, infection - upon his world, not permitted to exist within it. You as a creature of The Night possess no threat to Harlequin. That which makes you, which lets you be, is the natural energies of that which lay beyond this canopy The Mad God has raised to make what is his own. To those outside of this 'canopy' - his efforts are, laughable, a 'game'. The players are irrelevant. His work now serves as a rod, caught within the cogs between the Gears which must turn. His nonsense delays the Transcendental Laws purposely, a world caught in stagnancy, repeating fragments that once were. For what purpose? Few have managed to ascertain that much, but something lurks beneath the surface. Perhaps a message. But such is no concern of mine. The Chosen must be free of these selfish games of entrapment that encircle them, to fulfill their destined purpose. Whatever fate would have that be. '

' Finding prey is an easy matter, simply focus upon the energy around you, your body will guide you. Just as here, so to does your world possess 'levels'. The higher you rise, the closer to The Interstice, and eventually Alter-Space you will come. Ascending to a new level of Night requires a great deal of energy, and thus will consume that energy which you have gathered from prey you have fed upon. The greatest of which are of course the living intelligent civilized races from which you may feast upon their fear and suffering. Small creatures and dismal spirits lurk about here, they are of no considerable energy, but will allow you to begin climbing out from the deeper depths to hunt more filling prey. Night Wisps tend to be the few things edible this deep, consume enough and you will acquire enough energy to rise above this depth, where life-force to consume will increase and strengthen - as will the energy you gather. Speak with The Eternal within you, and it will guide your body upon the right path. If you do not eat, the bind between you and The Eternal will disintegrate and diminish. You will be consumed, and then it shall be released upon the world - to consume every memory, every heart, soul and passion you once possessed, before it bring The Night to the world above. This is what it is to be Ho'Dryss, and why you are an ally and threat no longer to The White. They are as we, not of this strange world of worlds The Mad God has made, seeking to unravel it to bring about what is designed to be. '


~ Sense Anima: Prey
~ Ascend The Night: Spend D.H. Points to Ascend from current level of Night
~ Devour: Gain Dark Hunger Points from Prey
~ The Eternal Agony: Connected to The Eternal (Agony) - Communication available

[Mornings]

"Mother... You're right of course, Nadia would accomplish more on her own in a fight then if she had to protect me add well. But... One thing I have to do for her at least is let her know I'm well... Having her think she's lost two friends in such a short order is just too cruel... And..." she takes a long breath, "Mother, these words you spoke - Fallen, Eternal... I know the words, of course, but it seems they have some special meaning. Please remember, I've been here for less than a day, and things every child should know are often a mystery to me... And also... You said I can't do anything, and that's true of course... But just sitting here watching as things go by... That's no real life, Mother; I want to be useful... To help Luna if it is at all possible, to help Nadia and the Magisters at least if not. Surely you can give me strength for that... Please, Mother. Help me this one time, and request anything from me anytime... Anything that won't hurt my friends."

White Disaster
She sighed looking down at Aiko Dear girl, If I was to grant you such ability, you would no longer be permitted to remain neutral, you would be forced to involve yourself with all these things are be. Yes, I could grant you this, but have you the will, the desire, the conviction to raise arms against those that would accost you and those you care for? For make no mistake, standing upon one side, even as a beneficiary, will make you the same as those who would raise arms against the enemy. Will you fight? Will you kill for them? To defend yourself? To uphold your oath, to fulfill my own requests in defense of so few? -Your sisters too fight now, to liberate you and your friends, but let this not gloss over the reality of their choices, their actions. They fight, and murder, and burn the enemy who would stand against them without hesitation. She placed a hand upon the woman's cheek. Sweet girl. You were not meant for that world - this is not who you wanted to be. Your soft hands mend the wounds of the wronged and fallen, they do not lift the sword which defends them from those wrongs. Those who would live by the sword, do not live with such purity, do not live with hands as clean as yours. I would not ask of you to cast aside that which you are to simply fit the mold this guise of a world would force upon you. No. I will shield you from it if I must, but these 'friends' of yours are of no concern of mine. Still, ultimately this choice is your own, though do not attempt to glorify the bitter reality that you will be subjected to should you choose to take up the sword. You will forsake the peace that you have lived to mend and sustain. This is what you are asking of me. All you may do as you are, is mend the wounds of those that have survived, those that yet cling to life after the swords of their enemies have already fallen upon them. It is not so terrible a charge, but you must trust those you aid are strong enough to defend themselves - and should the day come when that strength fails, you will watch them fall. That is all. The curse of your charge, the price of a bystander's neutrality. '

[iValkyrieX]

Ikal'Daka

Coming to a halting stop at the barred doorway, Doc takes a moment to stand up and starts to speak. "I believe this belongs to you," he extends the chained arm toward Maha. "That was not an easy task my friend. Since I have brought you the arm would you allow me to pass? I must get to the Central Interstice and return to Cathedral Ruin, and it seems I have passed through here in another time in order to get there."

[Desril]

Luna

Deep in thought, both halves of the being once known as Lu'naus'Fel try to parse and process everything that Elsa Maria was telling them, connecting it to what little information they had where they could, but only with marginal success. One phrase in particular, however, catches the interest of one of them. "What are these 'Transcendental Laws'? How do the worlds delay them?" And after a moment's hesitation, she voices another concern they had, "And what exactly do you mean by 'forever' beyond his reach? This isn't exactly the first time we've been remade. How can we be certain that some god won't recreate us again, or alter time so that we never spoke to Harlequin?" As Kestal asks her question, Eris realizes more, and opts to ask while the opportunity is presenting itself, "And what exactly does us being Chosen mean? What difference can we make if everything just falls over dead in our presence? And what exactly is Night?"

The explanation of prey, however, is much simpler and brings at least a little relief to Eris. Seems we won't necessarily need to make sentient creatures suffer...
No, but if we don't feed, we'll release something far more harmful than we are.
You know I can't stand the idea of sacrificing anyone...
Yes, but I also know that you're far too smart to do otherwise as we are now.

Inwardly sighing, she continues. "And what of you? If you are Eternal Sorrow, and the Eternal within us is Agony, will we be able to contact you somehow?"

Finally, while part of her handles the external conversation, Kestal looks inward, reaching out for the Eternal supposedly fueling their new existence. "Hello?"

[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F9, Holding Chamber IV - 4:03 PM, Wendsday, 2020
Arc: 1 - ...Pale Dawn

[The Deepwood Sentinel - Ikal ]
Maha slightly raised his head looking at the dangling chain. " You are quite daring my furry friend. I imagine you've had quite the experience retrieving this... Very well, I will open the way forward. If you wish to escape however, you should know - dark things lay ahead. What lay beyond is only a crucible to The Gate, and even should you manage, The Guardian will not let you pass, and should he delay you long enough for The Masters to notice, all hope will be post. Tread carefully." The strange undead-creature reached out with his linin-wrapped hand, grasping the chain and sliding the link up his sleeve where it issued a sharp CHINK, connecting to some metal contraption connected to his shoulder. The chain animated, filled with similar blue sigils, the end of the chain twitched to life, the steel palm of bladed fingers moved and swatted the gate with a sharp rasping clash of sparks. The seals diminished and faded, the circular gate disintegrated into fine steel dust upon the floor silently. The path was clear. Maha sat upon the ground disheartened and spiritless as if nothing had changed.

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F1
Arc: 2 - Tears of Night
Act 3 - Departure
Gear 0
Line 2

[ Waking Agony - Zakath'gu-An ] (Lu'naus)
Eternal Sorrow (Bleak-Soul Calamity)

' Hehe... Silly girl. Silly girl. The Transcendental Laws are that which have gathered by the Forces, by the Gods, to define that which that which may be, that which has been made may be. The rules that govern that which they may call all that may be known as the 'natural world'. That which exists to allow to exist, that which the mortals may name existence. That which should be, the worlds that should be. This is not that.'

' You have been remade, yes. Made new, because you were as you where, a thing that was. A simple existence to be toyed with like a puppet. Now you are naught anything at all. You are the memory of Lu'naus, but you are nothing more. You have been made as nothing, only the quiet absence of what once was. What is no longer, cannot be remade. The lack of substance, does not allow one to alter substance. You are nothing but the memory which houses Anguish. This is why you will remain.'

' Not to bore you with the trivialities. I am Night, and it is my will which binds the memory of that which you were to be as you are, and to continue to exist now as Ho'Dryss. The Chosen are the few who by the Laws have been given the gift that is Will, not the will of another, or a Force, or the Gods who lord over them, but the anomaly of their individuality expressed as they would see fit, both within and outside the confines they are placed. You are not bound by the threads which tie all that is together, you may unravel it, bind it, and remake it - create expression which does not exist. You are as the seeds of the entities that are, as they were, and because of this, you may reach Elevation perhaps... in time. This is what it means to be Chosen. This world, this Legacy does not own you, and while manipulated by it, you are not bound to it. To be Chosen, is to be free. Though that freedom must be achieved, must be realized, must be earned. Earned through understanding. Ever still, the scales which dictate a world which surrounds you does not limit you. That made impossible is no absolute that hangs overhead. You can overcome, you can change, remake, unmake, envision, become.... more. Perhaps. It is simply, the possibility you possess, not an entitlement nor fated 'destiny', for no destiny awaits you. No story writes of your failure and victories and death. That is your blessing. That is the curse, to be Chosen. '

' Never are we apart, but so to not always will I kneel to lend you my ear. I've no inclination or reason to guide you - as I have no path which I desire be tread. I am simply, what is not.'

[Desril]

Luna

Taking all of that in, though her minds teem with questions, one overwhelms all the others. "So then...if the Mad God is conflicting with these Transcendental Laws, how can we act to correct that? Should we Reflect into the countless myriad of worlds and see what we can do from there? Or do we need to do something else? And where exactly does his influence end? Does he just control the Interstice, or does he manipulate the whole of the Legacy?"

And after thinking about it some more, Eris continues, "And what are these 'threads' you're talking about? We'd rather not unmake or remake anything without understanding what it is first."

[Mornings]

The Town of D'Alice (World-Betwixt) - Barionheim
Hall of Suffering; The Drowning Well F1
Arc: 2 - Tears of Night
Act 3 - Departure
Gear 0
Line 2

[ Waking Agony - Zakath'gu-An ] (Lu'naus)
Eternal Sorrow (Bleak-Soul Calamity)

' Hehe... There is nothing for you to 'correct' - nothing to remedy for you any longer. Such is now no longer a concern of yours. You are above, and beneath such trivialities. His 'reach' ? Such implies there is that which he cannot tread, no silly girl. That is not the question you seek to ask, nor a concern of yours. Simply What once was - what now is - what you name as this 'Legacy', is his own creation. That which should not be, but is.'

' You've little need to know much else beyond that. You are not that which mends. You are not that which repairs or breaks. You are that which brings decay - pain... and ending. There is nothing more beyond such to pay mind to. This is all you will be, until you forge for yourself a vessel to become another. A Mantle to wear, an existence, that is not born of the lack of it. Then perhaps, and only then, may such be that which you may concern your empty head with. But until then, be the nothing that you are. The emptiness and void, to abandon the foolish notions of the memory that was 'self' and be made new...'

[Desril]

Luna

"In that case, will you teach us how to create and control a Mantle? It may be beyond our power to do at the moment, but the knowledge will save us a headache in the future. And what is Alter-Space, exactly?"

After getting Elsa's reply, she looks contemplative for a moment, "And beyond that...unless there is something you would have us do, or any more aid you'd be willing to offer us...I suppose we should begin hunting for these Night Wisps."

[iValkyrieX]

Ikal'Daka

Doc drops down onto all fours and takes his time down past Maha silently bidding him farewell. "Ser, can you shroud us in that mist again. I have a bad feeling of what lies ahead of us." He then continues down the passageway as fast as he can while still staying stealthy. His nose constantly keeping track of his old scent following himself as best he can.