Fantasy Idas: Song of the Riftsea

Shiyonichi · Oct 8, 2018

Luna didn’t really was not in the mood to deal with a witch or any other crazy situation for that matter. She just wanted to have a nice conversation and be out of there, but there just had to be someone with a similar idea and the local Waygod, had to give some sort of grandiose speech, even though a simple help me would have worked just as well. Well, it wasn’t like she was going to say no.

Analysis of the current situation she could tell at least one other person got the message. Staring upwards at the woman who was getting dive bomb by a random eagle, most likely someone’s familiar. Though Luna knew that it wouldn’t have much effect, after all if anyone could paralyze this many people with one spell had to be a fairly powerful spell caster, it would be distracting, but not enough to take her down. Luna wasn’t too far from the alleyway that Golem was hiding and she was still hidden among the crowd. Luna made a few motions to Golem, to which the Waygod gave a thumbs up and disappeared into the brick work.

Luna opened her bag and dropped colored vial into the ground, which opened up and ate up each of them, the sneaked her way through the crowd. Golem, taking the three vials moved towards a where he could get a clear shot. Golem couldn’t use most of his powers with so many people around, his size would end up hurting more innocents than enemies, so he had to take a page from luna’s book. Golem swam through the brickwork and away from people. Golem formed his arm and then picking up a stone brick the size of a person’s head and flung the sucker at the Witch with an overhead throw.

Rantos · Oct 8, 2018

Nala - Town Square - Increasing the chaos
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There was nothing outright deplorable about the man's behavior. It was a bit odd, but nothing life-threatening. At least, it wasn't for a nice few seconds. Just before contact could be made tendrils erupted from the man's back, they rushed and clung tightly to the Slumberstone. Alright, yeah, that was enough of an indication that the situation needed intervening. Her enemy was an unknown one, and the situation was far beyond her realm of comprehension. But her instinct told her to start by setting that man ablaze. She threw her hands into her pockets and managed to made it one stride before being crushed. A sudden force, a mind-shattering dizzyness and the loss of feeling did well to stop Nala in her tracks. Her body fell limp, skin kissing cobblestone, rendering layers from her exposed face and arms.

This haze Nala found herself in was thick. It felt so weird. She knew something was holding her down, she could feel it. But what she couldn't feel was herself. Far beyond numb, Nala felt as though she didn't exist. A consciousness without a body. Is this how her Waygod feels? The poor thing. In the few moments Nala knew this absentness it felt like an eternity. Until a voice came through the haze. She could feel the voice. It echoed and vibrated over her body, she felt the voice through the numbness. It told her to rise up, to wake up, and Nala heeded it. Though, she wasn't too happy.

'The first time a Waygod talks to me in years and it's not even my own. Fine. I'll leave getting mad at that for after the ass kicking.' The feeling of her body was restored. Nala stood and centered herself. The voice wasn't wrong, there were already a few other's challenging those who had threatened the peace. Now, Nala took notice of a new variable. A witch floated above, a flattering angle, really good show. Instinct marked her as a greater threat. A golem to her right seemed to have the right idea, it was throwing rocks the size of her. In kind, Nala grabbed whatever stones she could find and began throwing them at the witch above. She considered calling out to the witch, proclaiming her victory over her for all to hear. Which would be a great idea if she was one of those hero types. The types with big muscles and big swords. the type writen about in gaudy books she was read before bed. Surely, is wasn't worth pulling her attention and possibly getting hurt in exchange for making a few women swoon. But then again...

"Oi! Flying woman, down here! Don't take your eyes off me, I'm going to be the one to take you down!"

She taunted and flexed in the hopes of garnering favor from those few still watching. Nala continued to throw blood covered stones at the witch. The first few she threw just to gauge distance the strength needed to throw. They all whiffed completely. But by the time Nala threw the fourth stone she was comfortable with her ability to get it close to her. After all, the stone only needed to come close. The explosion from her blood covered rock should be enough to knock that witch out of the sky. Assuming she doesn't figure out Nala's plan. Once the first bloodletting induced explosion hit, she had at least three more rocks covered with blood and ready to throw.

Remembrance · Oct 9, 2018

That One Guy Who Spent a long ass time in the Temple of That One Place
Having a tuggle
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Elijah looked on through the temple’s library, having been directed to the ‘Folklore’ section in order to find some clue on the location of a gateway to the Riftsea, he looked, and looked, before finally sitting down in the aisle and thinking. I mean, there has to be some place where the Riftsea is opened, like a lake, or a mountain, just something! Elijah sighed as he rose up from his stance, almost knocking his head into one of the shelves. He turned his head and looked at Warden, who was occupied with looking at books that resided on the top shelves, a place too high for Elijah to reach. “You know Warden, this is too much for me, I need a break.” Elijah hunched his back as he walked towards the exit of the temple before Warden stopped him. “I wouldn’t go out there you know,” Warden turned to face Elijah, “something bad is happening.” Elijah stood with his eyes filled with curiosity and asked Warden, “What do you mean?”

“Your kidding me!” Elijah screamed out, the priests and priestess’ looking in his direction, “Your telling me that some evil witch with odd tentacles is harassing the street? While also trying to sap the power from a waygod?” Warden could only nod his head, he knew the absurdity of it all too. “You know what, I’m calling you on your bluff, you just want me to stay here and screw around with books for another half-an-hour!” Elijah turned around to walk towards the exit once again, Warden no longer interfering. As Elijah walked out, he froze, something felt wrong, actually, his whole body felt wrong.

The experience of walking out of a sacred temple and having his body be overtaken by some mystical force is most peculiar, he felt as though he had no body, that he was just a mind floating through space, yet chained to the confinement of Temple Stairs. Warden walked in front of Elijah, even though he was a few steps down, Warden towered over him like a father to a toddler. “I told you so, now let’s get you out of this.” Warden snapped his fingers. Nothing. He snapped them again. Nothing. He unsheathed his sword and struck down air. Nothing. “Oh your kidding me.” Warden swore under his breath, looking up at the sky. This dreadfulness lasted only for what seemed to be an eternity before a voice seemed to echo in Elijah and Warden’s mind.

Elijah couldn’t make a word of what the voice was saying, it all seemed too gibberish for him but Warden seemed to get the full picture. As the odd voice ended, Elijah watched as Warden began chuckling, eventually laughing as he rose his sword as if he was about to challenge someone. “Oh I see how it is! You god damned piece of utter ****!” Warden had a smirk that rivaled that of a madman, his face filled with glee. “Well Alaphus, let’s play your game.” Warden gladly accepted the offer on Elijah’s behalf, with Elijah being clueless to the entire matter. But he rose, his body loosened and the stiffness faded as he slowly walked down the Temple Stairs, regaining his lost balance. He reached Town Square, where he looked up at some witch? “Oh my... You are just the spitting image of a pig.” Elijah faked a puke attempt, trying to loosen the weird witch’s moral.

“Okay Warden, lets do this!” Elijah screamed out in excitement, or however excited he could be for shooting down a witch.
“Not so fast, I’ve still got to regain my composure from the whole freezing thing, you’ll have to give me a moment.” Warden sat down on a bench, his head resting on the hilt of his sword.
“Fine, may as well get some nutrients while we’re at it, I’ve been starving for too long.” Elijah walked towards a butcher’s booth, he looked at the assortment of meats and picked one out, just simple meat on a stick, a classic. He sat down next to Warden and began his feast, how little the food was didn’t matter, all that did matter was that he was with Warden, and nothing could stand in the way of their mission, except some witch.

Hanarei · Oct 9, 2018

Maribel Schwefel

Maribel hurried off with her makeshift sack of goodies, the little constructs clinking and clanking a bit in the bag as she moved in a hurry to get away from the soldiers and avoid trouble. She planned on taking advantage of the distraction to avoid paying what seemed to be seizure of her assets, along with the possibility of her own crime of lacking a permit to sell goods being discovered. Maybe when the soldiers cleared out and stopped being jerk bags she would get a chance to plop down her shop once again. She had made money but the more she could rake in on the festival the better off she would be for a while. Acting as a salesman wasn't exactly the most productive way to spend her time, it was much better having much more time dedicated to adventuring or tinkering.

She hadn't in the slightest been aware of what was going on until a sudden rush of panic filled her before quickly dissipating. She blinked, a bit confused. The sensation was... oddly familiar though she couldn't put her finger on way. She glanced back locked in place where she was as her eyes beheld the rather horrifying? Confusing? Perhaps an equal mix of both as she witnessed from a distance away some nightmarish looking thing and a floating woman. She looked a bit confuse, the effects of what it was giving her the sensation of claustrophobia despite being able to move. It was then the voice spoke up. She looked on only more perplexed. Just what the hell was going on?

She shook her head, suppressing her own shivers watching as what appeared an eagle? Also rocks? Bricks? She couldn't see all that clearly from the distance she was away. It seemed clear that whoever the floating woman was she seemed to be causing trouble and that was enough for her to act. She slipped her hand back, pushing away a cloth as to expose her own custom made pistol. Perhaps it was a generally stupid thing to bother with since the sight of such a weapon would of baffled most people, hell most Empire soldiers would probably face some confusing by its design given it was of her own design only roughly based off the weapons she had seen the empire hold. She lifted up the large bulky pistol, aiming it towards the floating woman. With a press of the trigger, what would best be described as a bolt of raw magic came flying from the barrel, followed by a second shot with another pull of the trigger as both shots were aimed at the distant witch to contribute to the rocks and.... exploding... rocks? She shook the confusing observation out of her mind not lingering on it.

No time to question it....just hope I am firing at the right thing...

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Location: Festival (Makeshift "Stall")
Mentioned(kinda): Nala

Rantos , Luna

Shiyonichi Pitah

The One Eyed Bandit , Varis

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simj26 · Oct 9, 2018

MaxieEverything happened too fast for her. Maxie’s daily schedule, at its most hectic, up to today, had consisted of just simply following Master around and holding stuff for him while watching him work his magic. There was this one incident with a particularly mean poltergeist, and another with some very, very vicious sprites, and neither of which she handled well. True, she managed to banish the poltergeist and appease the sprites, but only after minutes of panicking and fumbling with her Notebook. Unfortunately for her, today was another level of events-occurring-in-rapid-succession and none of which could be resolved by checking her notebook. First there were a bunch of very mean soldiers who pulled her aside and asked for something called ‘taxes’, and then there was the whole thing with the statue, and then there was a big hullabaloo, and then there was a witch, and then there was everyone suddenly not moving and then-- and then there was flash of pink from the witch which made her body feel sluggish, and then there was someone talking to her in her mind, and then suddenly her body listened to her mind again, and then now everyone was hurling everything at the witch. She fell to the ground, and sought to catch her breath.

To say that she was overwhelmed was a severe understatement. She didn't even have the capacity to be scared. The closest description she could get for her current state was very exhausted. Still, she couldn't just sit here and watch as things exploded around her. She was a Grinstead mage, a thaumaturge in making. She had to do something! Still shivering from the cold that had passed through her body earlier, she stumbled to her feet. She breathed in, then out, and tried to steel her nerves. It didn't work. She was still very much shaken. But she had to do her job. Scurrying in between the immobile crowd, she made her way close enough to the witch, avoiding the tendrils of darkness, embers, and earth raining all over the place from the fight. When she thought she was close enough, she halted, cupped her hands on her mouth and shouted at the witch at the loudest volume she could muster.

“P-please stop fighting! M-miss Witch, w-why--” she paused and swallowed. Her throat was so dry, and if her knees shook any more, they’d buckle underneath her. Her stammering weakened her voice tremendously too. Master had a spell to increase the volume of one’s voice, but in this heated conflict, she couldn't bear to rifle through the pages to search for it. “Why are you hurting the people? T-they h-haven’t done anything wrong, have they?”

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A shadowy arm unlatched from the stone, whipping up toward the incoming familiar. In a single, brisk motion, the familiar was swept up in the hand's shadowy grasp, clutched tightly as the hand squeezed without mercy. Slowly, the hooded figure turned; her hood remained lidded over her eyes, yet she seemed capable of sight all the same. A piercing scowl cut outward from beneath the dark cloth, parted lips revealing pointed teeth framed by long strands of dark hair. "What...is this?" she hissed, threatening to snuff out the familiar like a dying candle as her shadowy talon tightened. This one was not amongst the crowd, yet he had not chosen to run?

"Return from whence you came," she lowly demanded, "you meddle in things beyond your depth, beyond what you are able to understand. To interfere is to--"

As if they had a reflex of their own, several more hands whipped away from the Slumberstone, crossing themselves in front of the incoming stones to protect their apparent master. Yet, the sheer weight of the large brick, along with the explosions of the blood-laden stones, partially caused the hastily-constructed guard to fail. The woman went sailing through the air, righting her trajectory and coming to a stop right as a sharp bolt of magic impacted against her shoulder. Her earlier scowl became a full, anger-laden sneer, the many arms crossing outward from her cloak standing at the ready.

"You waste yourself, Alaphus," she spat, now fully guarded as she noticed just how many had managed to awake; the Waygod had placed far more trust in those around him than she had initially assumed; though there was no doubt that the Waygod's power had been tapped, she no longer had the luxury to finish what she had started. She ignored a crying voice bidding her to stop; no, that was simply something she could not do now, even if she so desired. Her attention snapped downward to her apparent fellow, watching as yet another awakened traveler delivered a blow to the back of the man's head. The creation of new bruises caused more darkness to erupt from the puppet of a figure, shooting outward and now working to ensnare the shrine maiden as payment for her closeness.

Her partner's retaliation seemed to bring the witch a touch of satisfaction, yet all those focused around her still remained a concern for him. Yet, for the witch herself, there was nothing stopping her from simply returning whenever she wished to finish the job. Alaphus was weak enough; any more exertion would certainly snuff out his embers. All she had to do was...

The visible portion of the witch's face began to contort to an expression of frenzied anger. "Alaphus, you fool of a god! The suppression of my gates will kill you!" she shouted, a small tear in space barely managing to form and stay open behind her. Brute magical force against brute magical force became an added layer of the witch's battle, and with the numbers against her, the only thing she could do was buy more time.

She streaked through the air like a black bolt, re-positioning herself near her fellow, likely for the sake of her own defense. "To fail me is to fail this world," she commanded, glyphs weaving around her many limbs as she prepared her retaliation, blazing shots of colored magic arcing outward from her many individual spell-circles, searing whatever they impacted in a flurry of bright fuchsia.

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Kolu'luka came to, clutching her head lightly as she forced herself through the fog of her mind. The sounds of battle...? Here? She looked around in confusion, her faculties slowly returning to her as she began to put disparate pieces of the brewing situation together. She forced herself to take a few steps, nearly stumbling off of the eating contest platform as her coordination returned to her in pieces. Her greatsword hadn't moved from its spot, leaning against the side of the hosting inn. Her gait improved, and eventually the woman broke out into a run, hefting her woman up and into her arms as she took proper stock of all that had occurred; just as the voice had said, there were others here, dealing with the very same challenge she had awoken to.

This wasn't quite what she was expecting from a festival, yet despite these sudden and dire straights, she couldn't help but feel as if this was the beginning of something she had long been looking for.

Her attention turned to a hatted figure in the midst of the battle, standing out in the open and oddly unprotected. She had tried moments earlier to call out to the attacking figures, yet her pleas had seemingly gone uncared-for. As the witch began weaving a new spell, Kolu ran forward, her heavy footsteps rushing her between the two magicians just in time for a bolt of magic to sear her side, prompting a brief grunt of pain. Even so, she looked over her shoulder at the far smaller woman, looking her over carefully. "Are you alright? What has happened here?"

simj26 · Oct 14, 2018

Maxie“I d-don’t know! There was that lady over there who’s used some magic that suddenly made everyone weak, and then she touched the stone, and then there was a bunch of other stuff, and then everyone started fighting her!” It took her a moment to register the pain on the woman’s face, the she gasped. Forgetting the chaos near instantly, the Rhagakin scrambled out from behind the woman, her hand already diving into her pouch. She extracted a gauze with a small phial of green liquid. She uncorked the phial, sprinkled the liquid on the gauze, then quickly applied it to her protector’s wound. It smelled terrible. Master’s notebook did not detail the stench of burning flesh, and it hit the girl’s nose hard. Master had told her to steel her nerves to do what she must do, but her nerves weren't just frayed, they had already completely snapped when everything started exploding around her. She wanted to cry so badly and run back home to Master.

“Sing, sigh, s-s-sprites of song, salamander s-saliva secretly seeps,” she stammered. To the woman she was treating, this would have seemed like an incantation of sorts. To Maxie, it was far from it. Alliteration, nonsense or not, was one of the ways she used to focus her mind on working her magic, and to push out the chaos around her from her mind, “U-uh, seven smiling symphonies seemly soar symbolically.” She weaved the magic into the gauze, mending the flesh and skin beneath it, all the while muttering her strange alliterative stream of words. After a moment, she removed the gauze, the liquid on it having dissipated in the magic, and she quickly retreated back behind the woman, peeking out a little to see if her magic had worked. The burn mark was completely gone, and the skin had been completely restored to pristine condition, if a slight shade lighter than the skin around it. It wasn't perfect, but it worked.

“C-can we stop this fighting?” she asked the warrior in front of her, then looked away sheepishly. Of course they can't. “I-- Master said-- uhm, I don’t know if I can-- that is to say--” Maxie stumbled across her words, searching for something to say. She wanted to do something, but she didn't know what. Everyone was so caught up in attacking the woman she couldn't get through to them. What could she do? What can she do? She crouched down behind the nice warrior lady and pulled the brim of her hat downwards, nearly covering her head entirely. Master never encountered these kinds of problems! Even if he did he could probably just do some really cool tricks and make that mean lady go away! He was always so smart and reliable! Could she ever hope to become as cool and smart and reliable as he was? She bit her lower lip in an attempt to stop herself from crying. How could she ever live up to the Grinstead name if the first thing she met in her travels was something she couldn't even fix? Her biting only seemed to make things worse. If anything, that pain was what squeezed out the first of many tears that began to brim in her eyes.

_Line 213 · Oct 14, 2018

Kolu'luka Oondaemate
Town Square
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Blinking, Kolu placed a hand against her side, pressing at the hastily-healed skin in mild amazement. It was a more roundabout demonstration of healing magic than she might have expected, based on some of the stories she had heard, but its effectiveness could not be denied. Such arts were rare enough as things stood, and to have a demonstration performed--and on herself, no less--was as new an experience as could possibly be had.

The giant of a woman turned her eyes upward toward the petite practitioner; despite what she had just done, chaos of the battle and all, she seemed rather unsure of herself. Turning forward, Kolu slammed the large sword into the ground, the greatblade serving as a source of makeshift cover as she turned her body sideways, beckoning for the mage to come a little closer for greater protection. Kolu had expected the woman to run, but instead she did indeed cower behind her, maintaining her position in the chaos as magic scorched the ground. As Maxie attempted to hide within the confines of her hat, Kolu reached forward, pulling lightly at the brim in an attempt to catch her eyes, or at least her attention.

"Hoy, this is no time for tears, yes?" she questioned, her accent marking her as a foreigner, even as she tried to keep her voice level so as not to disturb the girl forward, "the only way to stop something like this is to get involved, even if it is frightening!" She raised her hand upward, slapping it down perhaps a little too heavily atop the wide, iconic hat. "You wear one of the many markers of a mage! That is not something worn by those who are weak of mind. This means that if you do not know how to do something, then you must have the strength to think of a way to do it!" She nodded firmly, letting out a light grunt as another spell panged loudly against the greatblade, causing sparks to fall and pepper the ground around them. Her hand pulled away, springing backward to supply extra support to the weapon as she looked over her shoulder. Things weren't looking too good, with one of the other travelers currently in the midst of entrapment, and hundreds of prone citizens still lying just beyond the grass by the Slumberstone. Had they collapsed into that void-laden sleep any closer, chances are they would have been badly harmed.

Her gaze turned back to the fox-girl, brow furrowed as she thought. "Those others, they will need our help soon. So, think! Think as fast as you can. And if you come up with something, then I will help you do it!"

CerpinTaxt · Oct 14, 2018

Varis

His familiar hadn't done much at all. Wonderful. Thankfully others had risen up and decided to help him out, meaning he wasn't going to be this crazy lady's focus. Others had already began throwing things at her which gave the elf ample time to begin moving. His eyes darted around as he moved from one building to another, wanting to get an idea of just who was helping him though his attention ended up focusing on only one of them. A woman of course.

A damsel, clearly not yet in distress but at the risk of it. A rhagakin with strange tentacles moving to ensnare her. He doubted he could get in time to prevent it from happening but she seemed strong enough to hold her own until his arrival. He had to help her. After all, what sort of man would he be to not assist someone so cute looking? His left hand rested on the hilt of his sabre as he leaped from a smith shop, rolling as he landed before finishing gracefully on his feet. These others could handle the lady, he had a cute shrine maiden to assist.

"Worry not, dear!" He called out to her as he drew his blade while his free hand drew a dagger and tossed it towards one of the strange tendrils during the approach. His nimble fingers manipulated his blade as he swung at the tentacles with precise slashes. "I figured you may need some assistance, dearie!" He stood at her side, a friendly smile on his face as he gave her a wink. He almost didn't noticed the bolts of fuchsia coming their way. He had to think fast to dodge this one.

"Sorry for this, miss!" He wasn't going to wait for a response as he released his blade from his hand. It would have clattered to the ground, but it merely levitated in the air for a moment before manipulating itself back into his sheath as he moved to lift the shrine maiden up from her feet. It could have been romantic had they met under different circumstances. And if there weren't things flying their way.

Hopefully she wouldn't protest too much as he whisked her away and carried her off towards a pile of conveniently placed crates, dodging obstacles and projectiles all the while.

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Hanarei · Oct 14, 2018

Maribel Schwefel

Maribel watched as it seemed one of her shots managed to connect with the witch, seeming to cause pain though not quite down her. It was perhaps a bit optimistic on her part to expect one shot to be enough to take someone down who was able to do so much crazy stuff to the people around them along with the stone.... thingy in the center of town. The sleepingstone it was? She shrugged off the thought. It wasn't something she should concern her with now.... even if the implication it mighth old some power was interesting to the young engineer. Maybe she could pick up a small piece of rubble after... nothing big but a little piece just to sate her own curiosity....

She shook her head dismissing the thought focusing at the problem at hand. She hadn't the slightest clue what that creature was though she could easily tell it wasn't something she ever wanted to see again if all possible. While the witch seemed to the head honcho in terms of the attack, it was the monstrosity that looked to be causing the most damage. She suddenly shifted in her place seeing the witch's attempt to retaliate at all the attackers, including herself. Maribel did a quick roll, ducking for cover cringing a little bit as her sack of trinkets now laid sprawled across the ground, the explosion seeming to blast apart and knock others away with the force of the strike a small distance away. It wasn't hard to see the look of disgust in Maribel's face as her cheeks puffed up with her frustration notable.

That witch just ruined a bunch of my hard found scrap! That b... She stopped her own thoughts with the shake of her head fixing on the current problem at hand. She looked at the abomination the witch seemed now to use as a makeshift form of protection for herself. It didn't seem likely she would be able to get a clear shot on her as of now even if she wanted to. Trying to stop whatever it was from destroying the watcha-ma-call-it stone was her best option regardless if she could hit her. She glanced at her pistol, having 6 shots left in it. It seemed unlikely it would be enough to make the creature budge. It seemed like her only chance was to try a little bit stronger firepower. Something of the more experimental nature. She began to move closer, careful as to try and keep under some cover as much as possible, as little of it that there really was.

She reached back, pulling out what could only be described as the most makeshift device possible. It appeared to be some weird blue cylinder with a wire wrapped around it roughly. A little button was on the top which Maribel seemed extremely careful not to accidentally press ahead of time, moving a small bendable wire she had put over it as a rather makeshift fail safe. To say she had an 'accident' before in an earlier prototype of it would likely be considered an understatement. She glanced over seeing a white haired woman standing nearby still conscious though she didn't seem to be doing anything, having missed her having summoned a gollem. Her eyes shifted to another woman nearby with dark hair who seemed to be picking herself up very much conscious.

"Ah good, you look tough enough, just make sure to keep me safe and all. Also make sure your a good step away from me incase it goes off early, it really really hurt when it was at low charge before and I couldn't get up for a good few minutes, this one will be way worst then that one." She spoke her attention focused to London as her words were quite vague, as if more talking to herself then to her about her own device. She had a habit of partially talking to herself at times when referring to her own 'experiments'. It was likely habit in part due to the fact she liked to think out loud when she was tinkering.

"I'd stay clear of ugly there if I were you until this goes off!" She shouted as her only warning both to the girls close to her and anyone else who might hear. She lifted the 'grenade' up to her hands, pressing the button. She tossed it forward, aiming towards the ground right by the creature. A sense of relief filled her as it went flying in the air, having managed to not have shocked herself. Considering it was much more full then the earlier prototype she sapped herself with and had been knocked senseless for a good while, it was a large relief to her. The grenade flew in the air, managing to land not too far at all from where Maribel aimed, half a foot off to the right and only slightly further form the creature then she intended. It wouldn't matter as soon the device sparked to life, an intense rush of electricity noticably shot out from the coils and cascaded on the ground zapping the monster and anything in a 10 foot radius of the devise with a large dose of electricity. The little 'grenade' itself quickly fizzled and sparked as it blew out shortly after sending sparks out having been fully used up.

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Location: Festival Tentacle Brawl
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Shiyonichi London

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The One Eyed Bandit · Oct 15, 2018

She'd been expecting retaliation, but not on this level. Before her fist could make contact with her quarry, darkness erupted once again from his back. Quickly and violently, it thrashed out at her, moving to ensnare her before she could harm their master. She didn't need a message from a Waygod to know that letting those things get a hold of her would lead to nothing good. As quickly as her muscles could muster, Pitah wrenched her fist back and move to block as much of the coming assault as she could; But she couldn't quite move fast enough.

She braced herself for impact, but it never came. In place of the searing blackness that she'd been expecting, a glint of silver flashed across her vision, cut back her assailant's attack, and a merry, elvish voice reached her ears.

"I appreciate it." Pitah spoke curtly towards her rescuer, reassuming an offensive stance and batting away at any tendril's that the garish man's sword missed, before the man interfered yet again. Before she knew it, the horned girl found herself scooped up in his arms and hurtling through the air, stifling a word of protest when she noticed the bolts of dark magic that'd so narrowly missed them as they departed. As they briefly glided across the square, Pitah cast her eyes around the battlefield; She counted a solid handful of others who'd chosen to fight back, likely roused from their slumber by Alaphus as she had been, none seeming to find enough purchase against their foes to turn the tide of their assault on the Slumberstone.

"Again, thank you." As they landed atop the crates, Pitah was sure. "Facing the woman is a losing battle. She seems more than capable of holding off everyone here. The man, however, seems to be hurt by that darkness of his. If we kill him, we might be able to end this, whatever it is. Can you help?" Not waiting for a reply, Pitah leaped from atop the crates and back into the battlefield below, not missing a beat as she turned the momentum of her jump into a forward charge, one arm ready to ward off any attack that found its way towards her, and the other seeking for a lethal blow.

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Shiyonichi · Oct 16, 2018

Luna looked at the the oncoming fire and sighed as a wall of stone and bricks erupted from the streets and intercepted the witch’s magic. Golem quite liked being in physical form, besides this town wasn’t to his taste anyway, so it was in his best interests to keep the former mage alive and kicking and met the magic bolt with stone.

Duyane had no idea what was going on, all he knew was that one moment they were all running away and now they came to see a cloaked magic spewing megalomaniac, which is another way of saying Witch. He didn’t really know what to say of this situation so he followed Maribel’s cue, trying to get a good reading on what was going on. Though he he quickly confirmed what he thought, deal with the Witch and the dark tentacle person thing... He honestly didn’t know what to call it, maybe Golem or Luna would know what it is, but he certainly didn’t, it was out of his expertise. Duyane summoned his bow which appeared in Emerald flames, the Waygod’s pupils would narrow as a black glass like arrow would manifest in his other hand and he would aim a shot at the Witch’s partner.

“Duyane!” Luna shouted over to the hunting Waygod. She took a vial from her belt, containing a clear liquid and a silvery pebble like object. She threw it at the Witch, but before it could make contact Duyane shot it as it was flying through the air. The arrow shattered the contents near the Witch, when it came it contact with the air it emitted a bright flash of light. Magic took concentration to cast and a sudden flash of light in your face, very distracting.

The former mage turned and shouted over to Maxie in a very harsh tone. “Oi, snot nosed brat!” Luna pointed to Maxie, letting her know that the former mage was talking to her. “Did you honestly think that they were just going to go, ok I’ll stop. Just because you asked? Magic is the art of imposing your will on to reality, you will get nowhere in Magic if you go at it half heartedly! Your teacher must be a disgrace if they didn’t tell you that at least. If you want them to stop fighting, make them. Otherwise, go home.”

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simj26 · Oct 17, 2018

Maxie
Victory without fighting is the victory that thaumaturges strive for. That was what set them apart from just mages. Master always said that she was capable, that she knew how to do things, and had a knack for doing things- she was just not very terribly imaginative with how to do things. But with the nice, big lady trying her hardest to bring her back up to her feet, she couldn't just leave things as it were. She needed to think. She huddled closer to the ground, pulling her hat even further over her head, and shut off all interruptions from the outside world. The snide remarks from the other mage seeped into her thoughts, but were quickly disintegrated by more important thoughts. She had to focus. Always start from the basics, Master once told her. What was she, as a thaumaturge, capable of? Elemental magicks. But what use would that have against a witch this powerful? She was easily slinging spells left and right. She seemed capable of even communing with a Waygod! She was on an entirely different level. Maxie shook her head internally. No, she mustn't think of what can’t be done, but rather what can be done. She had to focus.

Focus. That was it. Focus. Any spellslinger, good or bad, needed focus. The gears in her mind did not just begin turning- they began to spin rapidly, churning and meshing her thoughts into one solid form. It wasn't just what she needed, but what the witch also needed. What every mage, thaumaturge or no, needed. They couldn't engage in direct combat- they would get squished by warriors such as…such as the woman in front of her right now. Her eyes darted towards the witch, then at the nice warrior lady, and the formula became clear to her. It was just whether she could execute it or not.

And as the flash of the explosive material that the snide woman had slung lit up the area, so did her inspiration light up her mind. She straightened up, barely coming up short of the warrior’s chest, with barely a second passing between their last interaction. Clipping her book back on its belt, she took a stance and concentrated on the witch. This time, she needn’t any faux incantations to help her. Calculating elemental magicks was, after all, her forte. A wave of her hand, and exact conversion of magic into force beneath the witch, in between her and her partner in crime, as it were, a spire of earth and dirt exploded upwards, separating the witch and her friend. The next step was simpler. An small ball of flame lit up on her palm, and, with a little hop, Maxie flung it forwards. The ball flew upwards, amidst all the chaos, then came down upon the spire, right behind the witch.

Then it exploded. The incendiary component of the explosive spell was not enough to completely burn a body proper, but the force behind it was enough (probably) to send the witch flying towards them, or at least knock her off balance.

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The flash of light caused by the vial momentarily ceased the witch's onslaught of spellbolts, though perhaps more importantly, it gave Maxie the opening she needed in order to make her move. The upward rush of wind and rock separated the witch from her protector, and the precisely-placed explosion sent the witch tumbling forward through the air as she once more worked to steady herself.

Indeed, she seeemed mostly unharmed, her many arms having sprung to attention and weaved themselves around the woman and her cloak. Yet, the move had put her out on the open, and not too far from the mage's protector. With a wild yell, the brown-skinned barbarian ripped her sword from the ground, charging toward the witch as she swung her greatblade with what must have been obscene strength. The witch's mouth had long since contorted into a nasty, twisted sneer, her real arms outstretched and hands clawed as she poured greater and greater focus into the ensuing battle. The greatblade collided against the dark and twisting claws, sparks flying from each hit as the woman failed to pierce the shadowy guard. And yet, her onslaught was relentless, the woman clearly determined to make the most of the opportunity the mage had given her.

The arms tried to work their way around the woman's blade, but the momentum of each swing kept her weapon from remaining ensnared for long. With her greater angles of attack, however, the witch began going on the offensive, several of her puppeted limbs striking outward and forcing the barbarian back as blunt fists impacted against her sturdy frame. At the very least, she seemed to have the caster's attention fully in her hands, even if this wasn't exactly a battle that seemed to be in her favor. The witch raised her many arms, prepared to capitalize on her opponent's newfound opening, yet the appearance of more blood-laced bullets forced her to reconsider, several impacting against her side right before she could move to strike. Yet, before she could turn to address this side-threat, the sword-swinging woman was upon her again, forcing her guard to spring to action lest metal bite deeply into exposed flesh.

She focused little on the state of her companion, whose own body seemed to fall away from the vigor of the battle. They could do little about the separation of their master, the shock of the engineer's contraption having bound them in place against their will. The internal shadows seemed unharmed, their slow recovery from the severed state inflicted by the elf proceeding without issue, yet the physical body struggled, almost seeming confused at its inability to properly move. The minor god's arrow stripped further flesh away, freeing more shadow from within as another vector of aggression poured from the wound. The Rhagakin's incoming blow did much of the same, making it clear that the human form was little more than a method of containment for something far more foreign. The slip in space forming behind the witch was growing by the moment; all that the mistress needed was a little more time...

The oddity seemed to care less and less for its physical form, several tendrils of erupting darkness willingly shredding portions of the outer skin in order to increase the offensive. It would have perhaps been grotesque, were the need to survive not of greater importance for the fighting travelers. The darkness utilized its greater potency well, tendrils now snaking along the ground as if they were true shadows, erupting beneath the feet of would-be attackers with the sharpness of blades and the swiftness of a fencer.

Rantos · Oct 26, 2018

Nala - Town Square
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The One Eyed Bandit
The battle raged on and Nala found herself just doing more of the same. Others moved around the battlefield, changing positions and adjusting strategies as fit. Nala though was still standing in the same place, throwing rocks from a seemingly endless pool of rubble that used to be known as the street. At this rate, she would run out of blood before stone. But as long as she had both the onslaught would continue against the witch. In her focus, Nala lost track of the other aggressor, the monster by the Slumberstone and the closer of the two enemies. Out of sight out of mind, and that negligence provided an opening.

A tendril erupted from under her, slicing pricing ripping, leaving gashes in the wake. The tendrils missed their marks by sheer stroke of luck. If Nala hadn't been in mid-throw, contorting her body as to chuck with all her might, the tendrils may have claimed their first casualty. Nala jumped back, instinct taking over and moving her body before her mind could rationalize her situation. Between the sudden attack and the bloodletting, Nala couldn't even feel the wounds left by her aggressor. The ringing in her ears drowned out all pain, all sense. The adrenaline blurred her vision. Once clear images rendered into masses of shapes seen through a layer of sweat and blood. One shape stood out, Nala knew it to be her attacker, and without a plan, strategy or tact she ran at it.

The monster continued its onslaught, countless tendrils lashing and thrashing at her. She ran through the whirlwind dodging what she could make out, but still falling victim to glancing blows. Yet, maybe that helped her cause. The blades beget blood, blood begets fire. By the time Nala had reached the mass that was once human, she was already aflame. She could register the warmth of the flames, her body cried but she could not hear it. Not now. Nerves burned only to be replaced, had she gown used to this pain? No. She simply learned to tune it out. The fire burned away layer by layer, skin, and ash filling the air. The flames beget blood, the blood begets flame.

She attacked the mass in tandem with the horned girl. Though her strikes were not as powerful, every movement was a splash of blood, blood that stuck and blood that burned. Nala's strikes were a means to covering the monster in blood, and burning it along with her.

CerpinTaxt · Oct 27, 2018

Varis

"No problem, dearie!" He gave the horned woman another wink as he watched the others that had joined them in the conflict. "Of course I can he-" He didn't even get a chance to give his reply with the aloof woman already off to fight the strange man once more. "Heh..looks like someone's a bit headstrong!" By the time he had drawn his blade once more another woman had gone to assist the girl, at least he thought it was a woman. They looked like they were on fire. Honestly..did they need his help? Well..it's not like he could have done any good against the other aggressor. He may have been a mage but it's not as if he had any ranged attacks.

Varis lept from the crates, rushing towards the abomination of a man while narrowly dodging and weaving between the tendrils that erupted from the ground below him. Each one had been closer than the last; he had just barely been able to get by without a scratch. When he was within just a few meters from the conflict he suddenly changed paths; an identical copy of himself mirroring his movements as they moved in a circular path around the man with the motive of closing in on it. The way Varis had seen it was that those two could provide him with a distraction. Give him enough time to plunge his blade into that things skull. He drew a dagger from their pouch and gave it as powerful of a throw that he could muster with the hopes that it would strike the creature or at least give him a distraction.

The elf closed in, blade slashing at the tendrils that came his way as he once more readied another dagger. Closer..almost there. The last couple meters remained and the elf changed from running to gracefully sliding in with his weapons at the ready. Once he was within reach, his back leg dug into the ground and he managed to transition to a crouching stance as he thrust his sabre and dagger in tandem in seperate spots. One in the heart while the other went for the skull.

"Please don't let this end in disaster!"

The One Eyed Bandit

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The One Eyed Bandit · Oct 28, 2018

It seemed she was less alone against this threat than she'd thought. A woman quite literally burst onto the battlefield, spewing flood and fire as if it were going out of fashion and painting a picture of orange and silver alongside her elven aide. Beside them, Pitah was considerably less impressive. She couldn't slice nor burn, instead weaving her way through the path left behind by her comrades, inching closer and closer to her quarry with each stroke of the elf's blade and crackle of the woman's explosions.

In the face of such a straightforward advance, she could really feel her lineage showing.

Whatever tendrils escaped the vicious assault ahead of her, lunged for Pitah without regard for the threats they faced. Mindless and hungry, all they cared for was the sensation of flesh parting from bone. But the bullheaded girl was just as blind as they were. The only thing that mattered was her target, their source. While her free hand would bat at the odd lash that flew too close for comfort, her path was unalterable, whatever blood she lost only streaking behind her like a crimson highlight to her determination.

The elf strode only a few paces ahead of her, and swung without hesitation for the man's vitals, so in response, her target changed. Rather than going for the kill, Pitah swung her leg at the man's, an attack made to support rather than match her allies. Whether it was by fist, blade or fire, Pitah was determined to let one of their attacks land.

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Hanarei · Nov 1, 2018

Maribel Schwefel

The young mechanic was a bit taken back as she could see tendrils coming rushing towards her. Fortunately her distance gave Maribel the chance to dodge, if you would call quickly fumbling back and more so tripping a way of evasion. She salvaged her fall tumbling over getting back up to her knees as she went to stand back up. A sense of relief quickly filled her not so much from evading the attack as much as the fact she hadn't unintenionally set off an explosion with the left over grenades she had. They were quite makeshift and while she had safety measures in place to avoid randomly going off on her, it wasn't exactly like she had tumbling on the ground in mind with their creation. It was just another mental note she had to add to help make sure her invention didn't go off with some unintentional friendly fire.

Maribel pulled back out her large pistol aiming it forward. It seemed as if the efforts of the barbarian women in particular had helped to budge her into a much more vulnerable position with the girl with the good sense of taste from earlier was unleashing her own attack. Fortunately for Maribel the closer range worked much to her benefit as well to aim. While she wasn't a terrible shot her weapon wasn't exactly the most accurate thing out there at long range and this closer distance made being able to hit her 'target' a lot more consistent. She pulled the trigger repeatedly, firing off six shots one after another giving no repieve as each shot followed the next with just short of a second between each flying bolt directed at the witch.

"...3...2....1...." Maribel spoke counting off her rounds out loud as she came down to the last three shots before quickly stepping back behind a bit of cover, pulling out the clip as she quickly tucked it back in her garment working to load the next one in. It was one of the flaws with the new design. While she gained the ability for her weapon to be fair easier to carry around compared to having a large pack on her back that took so much time to recharge, the 'cartridges' that stored her ammunition had 38.1% the ammunition it could store per each one. It was a sacrifice though that had allowed her far more flexibility with her weapon and taking up far less space. After roughly 6 seconds of swapping and putting in the new clip, she was ready to fire once again.

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The shadowy masses lunged outward at the flaming woman as she approached, highlighting her inward rush as the most immediate threat. Yet, the writhing limbs could not quite connect, something about the searing flames managing to hold them back, keeping them from getting a proper grip on the running pillar of light and heat. The fleshy, sagging mass that the strange being occupied seemed unable to withstand the heat as well, flesh burning through mere proximity to the woman, to say nothing of her blows. It became clear, then and there, that the being had miscalculated; as two other travelers honed in, the entity attempted to redirect its attacks, spearing them toward both. Yet, the Rhagakin fistfighter ducked low, sacrificing her own chance at a final blow in order to sweep low and destabilize her enemy.

The limbs veered off-course. What would have been a difficult barrage to dodge for the elven duelist instead became a series of narrow misses, each sharpened shard of black slipping just past the skin and cloth of its target as the being began to fall forward, and eventually right onto the pair of blades the man had sent sailing toward the former guardsman's possessed vitals. The combination of flesh and darkness slumped and gurgled, its vessel falling apart once and for all as it tore outward through many open wounds, trailing through the air like solid smoke as it coalesced a short distance away, rapidly making its way back towards its apparent master in a strange, nearly spider-like form.

The witch was out of time. Her comrade had fallen, and the gate just behind her, though nearly complete enough for her to slip through and escape, still needed more time, more energy, things hampered and taken from her by the constant assault put upon her by those in the plaza. Yet, even as she blocked and parried the swings of the greatblade in front of her, hissing in pain from the shots delivered to her sides, her mind continued to turn over and over again, searching for her path to freedom. And, despite the pandemonium, her mind found the light.

"ENOUGH!" she shrieked, energy rippling out from her with explosive force; even the barbarian and her heavy slab of metal were forced back, the tall woman tumbling onto her back after a brief flight through the air. A brief moment of respite was achieved as her partner returned to her in its new, shadowy form, spiraling into an arcing stream of shadow as it hid itself within her cloak. She turned to the great Slumberstone, hand outstretched and trembling as her veins darkened, flooding with an inky blackness. "You have spent too much keeping them awake, Alaphus! You have sealed your own fate!"

A great, heavy snap came from the stone, followed by another, and more still; light split outward between developing cracks, enveloping the witch as she sapped what little the Waygod still had. The contest of energy between them grew in intensity, covering the town square in blinding, unbearable light.

Then, it all disappeared. And so did the witch.

The Slumberstone came crashing down, kicking up clouds of dust, stone, and dirt as the giant, ages-old idol came to a shattered, silent rest. The remnants of the battle remained, as did those who had stepped forth to stop the stranger, and the townsfolk, just far away enough to come out unharmed, remained slumbering. The silence of Pyrr, compared to the battle before, and the festival earlier, still, felt nearly alien, as if they had been transported to some other place, some replica, some mockery of the town they had seen mere moments before.

And yet, they had not. Everything, and everyone, was where they should have been.

After a time, the silence and the stillness of the aftermath was broken by a single subtlety, a small, barely-there beacon of light, no brighter than a candle lamp would have been in the middle of the day. An orb of pure illumination, small, yet possessing a strange potency all the same, quietly and lazily orbited by several more, trailing like golden wisps around a sole, bright core.

Rantos · Nov 4, 2018

Town Square
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And in the aftermath of their war waged with magic and metal and blood and bone, the heroes could see the fruits of their pyrrhic victory. Even after staking their very lives on the line the Sumberstone was now little more than holy rubble. And in the midst of that holy rubble, a single orb floated. Nothing about it spoke outright of danger. Yet, all the same, engaging the orb seemed like a job for the brave or stupid. What luck that one such girl still hadn't regained the prudence the adrenaline stole from her.

Despite its appearance, sinking one's fingers into the orb of light brought about a sensation more befitting of a sphere of water, cool and relaxing to the touch, and possessing a definite form that light itself would not have. Were that not enough, it responded to touch perhaps as a creature would, tendrils of light spiraling up along the hand of she who touched it, prompting a twinge of fatigue as it sapped a touch of energy from the priestess' offered hand.

The orb's light swelled as it retracted its small growths, returning to its symmetrical state. Its presence, having grown ever so slightly, was now properly visible against the daylight, and a familiar voice began to echo through the minds of the awakened, if only for a moment.

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"...In all of my eons, not once have I found myself in straights so dire. And you, those who have come here...are you not a...curious sort..." The ancient voice paused for a long time, as if gathering its metaphorical breath.

"Awakened ones--those who answered my summons in good faith, where I thought none would..." The orb suddenly split, its brightness divided by a line of nothingness down the middle, as if were beginning to shatter into nothingness, much like the stone. "...It pains me to grant you yet another burden, yet I feel that I must. It has been many, many years since the Void Mages last tried to force their wills upon this world. Had I only the strength left to impart upon you the whole of such a story..."

Another split appeared, then two more, the light fracturing like glass with time. "...My reduction to my essence will be something of great note...please, you must take what remains of me, my Ashes, to another...A Waygod, a sister of mine in all ways but true relation...Her place of rest lies within a deep forest, and though she is worshiped by very few, she is amongst our wisest and most knowledgeable...Seek the Waygoddess Elira, and tell her of what has happened here..."

With each fresh shattering, the Waygod's voice diminished, growing fainter and taking on a light tremble. "...I must rest...I leave you only with the gift of my Light, embedded deep within you...All those near you will feel it, so long as you trust them...Let it be your beacon in these dark times..."

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The last of the light's power diminished after its final words, the remaining pieces of the once whole orb now splintering into uncountable specs of bright dust, each a pinpoint of light, a tiny star in a small, nebula-like cloud. Yet, it moved with the togetherness of sand, funneling itself downward into a small, palm-sized portion of the now-destroyed Slumberstone, the great pillar having been reduced to nothingness. True to their name, the ashes cast a slight luminescence upon the stone as they funneled within, the embers of the dying god inscribing lines of light upon the otherwise-normal rock. Patterns, swirling and arcane, graced the outside of the smooth white stone, marking it as something truly special, yet unknown to all those outside of the small gathering.
* The party has obtained Alaphus' Blessing.
* The party has obtained Alaphus' Ashes.

Nala
So, more demands was it now? Was it because they had failed to protect the stone in the first place? In that regard, his brazen request to a bunch of strangers made more sense. It was tit for tat. Yet, Nala felt as though she didn't have as much riding on his as the Waygod did. She could walk away, if her pained body would allow her. Something about Void Mages, maybe the lady they just fought was one of them. They seemed dangerous, sure. But again, what was there to gain in getting into another tussle with her. At least, that's what Nala assumed the Waygod was asking. It seemed like a zero-sum game. It's a shame she was forced to play. Not because of any moral obligation, or to get in Alaphus good graces, or even because there's a change Nala could get a flattering view of that Void Mage one more time. She just has a soft spot for Waygods that like to sleep in. That's all.

So, they all had a name and destination. All that was needed was a method of travel and for someone to hold the rock. And for someone to hold Nala. The pain soothing adrenaline had worn down. Her whole body felt so numb, she couldn't feel anything save for her limbs locking themselves. She could hear the wind rushing past her swollen ears, a sign that she was falling. Down, down, down and down she went, belly down on the ground. All she could do was cry and mumble and hope that someone near her would flip her right side up. It was getting hard to breath.

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Kolu'luka Oondaemate
Town Square
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Rantos

Kolu groaned as she picked herself up from the ground, reaching up and kneading soreness out of her shoulder. She had, seemingly, managed to regain her faculties just in time for the announcement of the fading Waygod, momentarily enraptured by the sight of the light and the voice within her head. The dwindling of a Waygod, after all, was not something often seen, and it was of course something that many would take with nothing but the most absolute seriousness.

The foreign woman rose to her feet as she pulled her greatblade toward her, stabbing it into the ground just enough for the heavy weapon to keep itself upright without her help. Her other hand moved for her head, the woman grumbling as she rubbed her temples. Soaking a magic wave at point blank had left her a little dazed, but the soreness was nothing she couldn't sleep off. Hopefully.

The voice and light finally faded away, and the true state of Kolu's current situation began to seep in. She took a second look around the now-devastated city center, pulling her attention away from the still-sleeping citizens and lingering on the wreckage of the contest table. The loss of her chance at victory was by far the saddest part of this entire ordeal, yet all she could do at that point was shake her head. In time, she'd get over it; using whatever amount of will was still available to her after the battle, she tore her eyes away from the spilled meats and splintered wood as she looked to the hat-wearing Rhagakin behind her.

"You are okay, yes? I told you that you could think quickly! See?" She grinned, though before she could say any more, or wait for a response, the traveler nearest the crumbled stonework fell over right on their face. Frowning, Kolu strode over, stretching her upper body as she did so. "...Well, one of us is not okay," she mused, coming to a stop directly above the woman. Slowly, and with surprising gentleness, considering her size and bulk, she turned the woman over on her back, blinking as she stared down at her.

"Perhaps she needs another of your spells, quick thinker," she suggested, stretching out her neck before looking to Maxie, "there is little that I can do for her."

simj26 · Nov 7, 2018

Maxie“W-w-w-we have to turn her over! Q-q-quickly!” Without waiting for her companion’s response, she darted over to the woman on the ground, tripping over some rubble in the process. She recovered quickly, without so much as a peep from herself, and swiftly found herself by the woman’s side. With some effort, she flipped the woman over her back so she could breathe. With practiced motions, her hand darted to the lady’s nose, and then, after assuring herself that she was still breathing, she rummaged through her small pouch. The lady was slipping out of consciousness, and judging from how she fell to the floor, it was by exhaustion. She shouldn’t have touched that stone! Why do people just like touching things without permission? This made up about half of Master’s cases- some jester thought it would be funny to muck around with things beyond their ken and proceed to bring turmoil to their family, or worse, their entire town. She wasn't particularly concerned about the lady’s well-being, since her breathing seemed regular, and, as she ran another small hand over her body to check for broken extremities, she found nothing wrong with her physically. Maybe there was something else internal, and not physically so.

Ugh, there were so many vials in her bag! Frustrated, she grabbed a handful of them and set them down on the floor in front of her. A rejuvenating potion would do just fine for her, but she was still wary of what was afflicting the woman. She could never be sure. Curses and the like were always a mess to work around, and brute force rarely produced results. In fact, they did the inverse. Straightening up, she stretched out her hands over the lady’s body. Weaving a simple spell to search through her patient’s body was nothing to her, and a few select hand movements was enough to bring up a diagnosis. When the girl glanced over the returning results, her expression went from curious to surprised in record time, and with a small squeak, she leapt back from the woman. “T-t-t-there’s--” she started, then swallowed the rest of her words. What was that she saw? Two Waygods? What was this woman? How did she become like this? No doubt that the stone had something to do with this. No matter, she couldn't explain this herself. The woman could probably do better than anything she tried. “U-uh, it’s nothing,” she waved away her embarrassing display to no one in particular, and scrambled back to the woman’s side. The only thing she needed to concern herself with was that they didn't seem to be malignant, nor would they affect her potions in any way.

She sifted through the vials on the ground, and picked out a green one that was indistinguishable from all the other green ones scattered around to the untrained eye, and uncorked it with a whisk of magic. Keeping the vial afloat with a cloud of suspension magic, she bent over the woman’s head, and raised it with one hand. She tipped it backwards, opened her mouth, then, twirling her finger, poured the contents of the vial into her mouth. She shut the woman’s mouth and raised her head forwards this time. The tincture was a unique blend meant to restore the vitality of the body. It rarely woke anyone up from exhaustion, but it did turn what could be a fainting into a nice nap. And on the rare occasion it did wake someone up, they’d probably be starving on account of all the strange magic working on their bodies. She unclipped her notebook, and rested the lady’s head on its soft leather cover, then prepared a wrapped beef jerky she had been keeping for the trip, just in case the lady woke up. Setting it beside the woman, she began clearing up the rest of her vials. She really had to organise her potions. Maybe later.

CerpinTaxt · Nov 12, 2018

Varis

"Oh thank goodness that worked." The elf let out a sigh relief as the creature's host finally expired, though his eyes widened in horror as the strange creature merely left the host; taking on a disturbing form as it hurriedly rushed to its master. "Ah..w-wha-" It was as if his brain had shut down for a moment, as if his brain had to come to terms with what his eyes just saw. He did not want to see that thing again, let alone have to fight it. The elf shivered in disgust as he move to stand on his feet as he slid his weapons free from the expired guardsman. Poor bastard.

The elf's ears twitched in protest at the witches booming voice, the loud noise displeasing him greatly. Though the displeasure turned to agony as more deafening noises came soon after as the witch began to destroy the Slumberstone. The blinding light that came not long after took the little bit of composure the elf still retained. Awful, loud noises and now super bright lights? I guess it was about time he had a migraine. A dull pain consumed his head as he fell to his knees, his hands covering his eyes as his weapons clattered to the cobblestone under him.

Those were expensive weapons! He could only hope he didn't damage them or chip the blade. That would just make his already bad day even worse..no amount of napping would fix it, for sure.

The crumbling and cracking ceased, it had certainly only been a few seconds but they felt so much longer to the elf. It felt almost..ironic? Regardless, the voice from earlier had filled void of silence that the abrupt stop of destruction had caused. The elf opened his eyes, finding the witch and that hideous creature it had to be long gone. The elf was left to listen to the Waygod as it gave its final words; requesting the ones who had risen to fight that woman to go on some sort of..quest? Hah. Thank god he wasn't part of that group.

Right?

Oh sod it, he couldn't even find a way to excuse himself from this with this horrible headache. He could have ran away while he had the chance, but noooooo someone had to go and fight some evil and mysterious woman and her creepy spider thing! Out of all the things that made sense for him to do, fighting some scary woman was on the last of his list; right under trying to flirt with her.

He was a lover before he was a fighter. But he was pragmatic over all, or at least he thought he was.

The elf let out an exhausted groan as his hands fell to his sides, his head leaning back as he stared up at the sky above them before adjusting to look over at the horned woman he'd rescued prior. "Heh..you did pretty good out there! Very impressive fighting." He didn't have the energy to put that extra oomph into his voice not to mention it would have just made his headache worse. His brain seemed to suddenly register just where that Waygod had told them to go; though he didn't seem to have heard just which Waygod they were visiting.

Forest.

Oh no, no. No no no. Please don't be there.

He didn't even seem to register the commotion next to them as he collapsed onto his back. "I'm just gonna..take a little nap. Wake me up when this whole thing never happened."

The One Eyed Bandit · Nov 14, 2018

What a troublesome festival. She'd come here to rest and then be on her way, and now she was wrapped up in all of this. Void Mages. Dying Waygods. Threats that she couldn't begin to understand, that hadn't been mentioned within even the deepest pages of the sacred texts. If she'd not been here to see them first hand, she would have had her doubts, but looking out at the day's aftermath, there was no denying the weight of the Waygod's plea.

If anything else, a quest of this magnitude would make for a fine addition to her pilgrimage.

Focusing on the present, though, it seemed that the both of her comrades had fallen prey to exhaustion of Alaphus's message. Her own wounds weren't too serious, something she owed to the elf's swift assistance, but she couldn't say the same for the fire-girl. While her fighting style certainly seemed effective, it didn't take a healer to tell that it probably took a toll on her. The elf, on the other hand, seemed no less worse for wear than she was; But it would have been unbecoming of her to criticize some that she, at the very least, owed a pint of blood or two to.

Seeing as the fire girl was already being tended to, Pitah turned to stand above the elf's body, extending her arm towards him as she spoke. "You fight well, elf-man. But this is hardly a safe place to rest. As thanks for you aid, would you like a coin or two to afford yourself a bed?"

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Rantos · Nov 15, 2018

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By and large, the pain was the worst part. Self-immolation did take a toll on the body, a nice nap was due right about now. Every movement, be it minor or major, brought pain upon her sore and still healing body. She will survive the pain, she always has, that's not what worried her. The greater concern was her growing lack of oxygen. If only she fell backward. If only she moved her head just the tiniest bit so her lips no longer met stone. But moving was effort, and effort was painful.

In time two wonderful women came to her aid. Together they flipped Nala over and set to work, which was a bittersweet feeling. Both of them were so tender with her, she wanted to melt into their care, to sleep knowing her body was in safe hands. Yet each time one of those tender fingers brushed a still healing burn wound, and there was plenty to touch, the pain redoubled. So she was locked in a battle of desire. It would be easy to tell them to stop and allow her wounds to heal all on their own. Yet, despite the pain, Nala found it all the more comforting to melt into their care, eyes closed, smile wide, and wincing occasionally.

She reached out, a trembling hand. Grasping at air, slowly swaying until finally coming into contact with the taller woman's bare stomach. "Is someone there? I can hardly see." Not an untrue statement. Nala's vision was still clouded, but she knew where her hands had landed. And as her fingers danced upon their finely toned floor, she feigned innocence. "Please, I'm not sure who is there, but stay where you are, right there, don't move. Your presence is comforting." Not an untrue statement.

The smaller woman got to work. Nala could hear glass tinking next to her ear. It was worrying. Was a whole glass menagerie really necessary? Nala wasn't well versed in medical practices, but surely some bandages and a goo with a hard to pronounce name would be enough. But that wasn't the truly worrying part. Rather, her doctor taking a panicked leap back was truly concerning. What did she know that Nala did not? Was Nala going to die? Was the growing pain in her stomach early onset death, or just a placebo created from the doctor's reaction? The need to tell her doctor off for such an uncouth and worrying action rose within her, but Nala bit her tongue.

Finally, Nala's head was lifted and fluid poured down her mouth. It tasted weird, smelled weirder. All the same, she drank it down. Whatever it was, it worked quickly. The pain subsided faster than it ever had before. Nala opened her eyes and found clear vision had been restored. The pain had left and all that remained in its wake was hunger. But Nala was used to that feeling, far more than pain. Her eyes traced around until resting upon the meat lying next to her. It occurred to her that she should ask before eating food that most likely belonged to her doctor. But the thought had only crossed her mind well after the jerky was already in her mouth.

"Sho." She began. "Whom do I have the honor of taking out to lunch as payment for this treatment?" She spoke through a mouthfull of food.

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