Fandom FFTA2 RP - Clan Cedar

[Ganryu]

Ivalice - Clan Ceder (A FFTA RP)
GMs
Ganryu - Orikanyo - Kageyuuki
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In Ivalice, it is the goal of many young adventurers to join a guild. Afterall, a good guild will bring with it good gil, and many chances for adventures that they would not otherwise hear. And most importantly, any decent clan brings with it the presence of a Judge, who will keep any foolhardy adventurer alive, provided they summon him.
However, all clans start small, and such is the story of Clan Cedar. Infact, it only started a week ago. In the small Wood Village of Targ Wood, there are no large clans. They generally outsource for bigger jobs. Lucky it is for the village then when a group of adventurers banded together to fend off a monster raid. The excitement was good, the pay better, and so they decided to form together. Mogwin, the clan head, a small moogle juggler has sent out fliers far and wide advertising their new guild. Surprisingly, the news of some newbie clan starting out in the middle of nowhere has drawn very little attention. But, what Clan Cedar lacks in fame, fortune, experience, size, skill, or knowhow, it makes up for in Spirit*!

* "All adventurers welcome. Please. We need you. Kupo."


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Mogwin Ernesto, Clan Leader

Standing in front of a log house(And atop the paladin of the group, Stan), Mogwin surveyed the old abandoned house. It had to be over a decade since it had last been inhabited. Still, it was massive, the log house might as well been a mansion compared to most homes. It was more than large enough to room an entire clan.

"Kupo! She's a fixer-upper she is. Alright guys, if Clan Cedar is going to pull ahead of the other clans and gain fame, we're going to have act like we're already there. No more lazing around in bars waiting for jobs. Now we laze here waiting for jobs, kupo! So, first order of business, let's get to work reclaiming this as our own house! I got it for dirt cheap, this is now our base of operation. Clan Cedar will be known throughout Ivalice for our hard work and talented members.

Can you imagine it?

Stan, the immovable paladin, loved by children everywhere as a hero.

Balvalla, the legendary sniper, able to hunt down destiny itself, kupo!

Arik Highwind, the famous Ravager who descends like an angel of vengeance on our foes!

Sera Everwood! The foremost expert on... things?

Merryn Vermillia, the world's greatest healer. And quite the expert on sagely advice too, kupo. Who would have known that feeding Rocktoise with an extended palm could be dangerous?

Stora Syks, the scholar, who rains elemental fury on all who oppose us.

We are Clan Cedar!"

Mogwin stood looking proud at the group, nodding his head.

"Well then, let's go in."

A ghostly moan suddenly shook the area. Mogwin looked completely unfazed. He did, however, hop down from Stan's head.

"Well, good luck! I have some errands to run in town. Organizing a clan is alot of paperwork you know. I still gotta make arrangement for all my equipment to be shipped over, kupo. And organize our first OFFICIAL quest. The days get busier, kupopo. Oh, also the owner mentioned something about ghosts. And apparently a nutjob family that used to live here before getting evicted. Meh, I'm sure you all can take care of it. "

QUEST:
DEFEAT ALL GHOSTS IN HOUSE!​

 

[Orikanyo]

~Stanislaw Auldrick Samuel Stronhein XIV~

​

*sniffle*

"A...HERO...?"

A soft whisper(as much as one such as him could whisper) echoed slightly out of the metal covered head of the giant in the middle of the group, they had only come upon the place that would be their guild hall not to long ago. In truth, he had high hopes for the place, high hopes that were at least somewhat met. the place certainly was a fixer upper as Mogwin stated, if only he could see it fully through all these tears. The silently tearful giant stood tall before the doors into the mansion, looming over her dearest and recently gained, friends, much as the mansion did before them.

Especially since something inside let out a ghastly howl.

One that caused Stanislaw to feel... Slightly unnerved about entering the place.

And now Mogwin was mentioning something about ghosts?

Oh...

Well at least they aren't anything to scary.

They had some potions, and two phoenix downs that he had brought with him when he joined, his teacher said they would come in use... Did they know that he would be facing ghosts? Hmm.... at least he could help his friends stay up should it come to fighting...

Wait... was he forgetting something?

"AH! I HAD NEARLY FORGOTTEN! I CALL UPON YOU OUR JUDGE!" Stanislaw spoke, pulling out his law card and tossed it into the air, causing the card to spin and glow with white light and flying off into the heavens.

He could already feel the judge's protection over his body, as if he could take on the whole world if he needed to!

"IT IS DONE! OUR JUDGE OVERSEES OUR ENGAGEMENT! WHAT LAW DOES HE DECREE FOR IT!?"

A voice echoed in the mind of the clan mates present, lay the decree of what the judge prohibits for the fight ahead.

-Summoning Scions is prohibited-

....

"....AS YOU DECREE JUDGE!" Stanislaw felt slightly confused, as he really had no idea how they would even begin trying to summon one.. Much less what Scions really are. Wait, weren't they those little biscuit-like things you sometimes had different ingredients in? How would one summon those!? Is there truly magic so powerful to summon such things!?

Truly, magic is most useful!

He wished that he knew how to summon a scion.

"MY FRIENDS! WE SHALL STAND UNITED IN OUR QUEST! SURELY WE SHALL PREVAIL!!!"

 

[AtlannianSpy]

Merryn Vermilia
​

Merryn winced as Stanislaw's bellow rang in her ears and made a mental note to stand further away from him in the future.

"This is swiftly becoming less of a "fix'er upper" and more of a "burn'er down and startover-er" Opined Merryn, glaring after Mogwin's retreating form. Ghosts. Really. The phenomenon of spirits was fairly well documented but Merryn hadn't really been expecting to run into them so early in her adventuring career. What about this run down cabin in the middle of nowhere was compelling enough to spend eternity in?

"In any case, everyone please take one of these," Merryn said, fishing several clean rags out of her pack and tying one around her face to demonstrate. "There's sure to be a lot of dust and perhaps mold as well. It won't do to be incapacitated by a coughing fit while trying to fight off ghosts and the long term effects of everexposure to airborne pollutants can be far more terrifying than any spirit. Thusly fortified, Merryn took a few steps forward and gingerly nudged open the door to the cabin. For all her brusqueness earlier she was determined to proceed cautiously, it wasn't like she was walking around with several tonnes of armor or a proper melee weapon! Obviously she was best suited to a support role somewhere up the back...

The door creaked open ominously on rusty hinges and Merryn held up her staff protectively, as if to ward off any particularly aggressive ghosts, although so far the open door had only revealed an extremely dusty hallway. Merryn took another step forwards and then froze stiffly as something in the house creaked.

"Well?" she said, turning around to look at her clanmates. "Are we going or not?" she asked, making no further move to lead the way.

 

[Hanarei]

Sera Everwood​

A hand gently brushed her grand locks to the side. The woman stood of a generally shorter height, not at all the shortest person you might see though below average in how tall she was. The hood of her cloak rested down from her head, quite spacey inside to deal with her short hair. The cloak reached down covering her stopping just short of concealing her finger tips. Her leather top held to her frame tightly, looking less like a form of protective gear and more some sort of makeshift dress. The v neck extended down, teasing the young blue mage's cleavage a decent amount. The red skirt fell down from her body being quite short reaching down not even halfway to her knees. It looked almost as if she was asking to be hurt....

Sera had turned her head over, peeking it up from a small book of notes she had been looking at. Her eyes focused over to Mogwin, tilting her head to the side. Expert on things? It did hold truth. It wasn't as if she was not an expert on things. The opposite of things was nothing... and she sure wasn't bothering to study nothing... since nothing had no details she could study. She tapped a finger to her chin before nodding a bit at her own jumbled and pointless thoughts before shifting her focus back ahead to what it was they were suppose to do in this suppose 'clan' thing she had randomly decided to join.

The sound of the ghost moan made her pick her head up. She looked inquisitively forward. "Does sound familiar..." She spoke softly to herself. tapping her finger against her chin with a bit of an awkward expression on her face. She looked over seeming perhaps a bit air headed in response as she looked up at the place. She barely even noticed the judge had been summoned as the mentioning of a threat had left her excited... granted ghosts sounded boring. They weren't really that interesting from what her memory of them was..... what was that one ghost's name again?

"Well then, what are you all waiting for, lets go in, head first right into the frey! There might be something dangerous inside that isn't unnatural boring ghosts!!" She spoke with a rather unusual amount of excitement She rushed inside, oddly careful as she took the step in avoiding a less then noticeable bump where the ground lifted up entering into the home despite not taking much time to bother even observing things before dashing inside with an excited grin on her face.

 

[viska]

Having finally singed on with the clan she had seen flyers for, Stora was exited to see the new clan hall.
That exitment was quickly met with the looming sight of a long abandon wood lodge.
The broken down old building would look like a dump to most, but for one who grew up in a dump it was magnificent.
A pleased smile stretched across her face as she dug her diary out from her sleeve to jot down the adress.

As Mogwin adress the clan with fanciful delusions of grandure, Stora simply smiled and nodded as she spirited her diary back into her sleeve.
She didn't think of herself as some master of magic, or whatever fantastical term Mogwin used.
But she thought the little moogle too cute to correct.

When Mogwin said the place was haunted however, her opinion of him changed from cute to crazy?
Who buys a haunted house as a clan hall?
Even if it was a good deal, not even Stora was that cheap.
Stora tried to question "umm excuse me-"
But her tiny protest was drown out by the Moogle saying he had to leave for a while.
She half-heartedly raised a hand to stop him, but he was too far to notice.

Stora's large ears were suddenly bombarded by the loud, almost metallic shouting of the clans resident tin man.
Her large ears taking in every desable of his bellowing.
Sad puppy dog like eyes pleaded with him to lower the volume, but he likely couldn't see them down at Stora's level.

Stora trailed behind the rest of the group, one of the last ones to enter the house.
This was partly due to her being deep in thought.
She knew she had read something about ghosts, something important.

Finally it dawned on her just as she realised she was falling behind.
Clearing her throat she spoke in a hushed voice " um guys..m maybe we should stick together? I just remembered something."
Feeling her cheeks warm with blush she knew she had better explain "well, its just I read this book..and in Alice's Arcana it says that some types of ghost have a skill that's pretty dangerous.. "

Just as she was about to reveal the skill, a hand fazed through the wall and rested on her sholder.
Suddenly a sinister voice announced the skill she was talking about "SsSsleeep touch"
Stora suddenly slumped to the floor as the rest of the apperition creeped through the wall.
The whole scene would have been horrifying were it not for Stora's peaceful snoring .

But the threat remained, and where there is one ghoul, more will soon fallow.

 

[InsaneAsylum]

Balvalla​

With a twitch of her ears, and a quick adjustment of her cap, Balvalla cast a joyful gaze upon the log cabin. Although it was in bad shape now, the young Viera girl could already imagine how it would look once restored to greatness. Her beautiful image was suddenly interrupted.

"G-ghosts?"

Balvalla hated ghosts. Not because they were frightening, but because she had had an awful experience with ghosts when she had been trying to gain access to another guild a couple of months ago. She shuddered at the memory.

However, Balvalla had no intention of backing down! Not only had Mogwin filled her head with the idea of becoming legendary, the big armor guy yelled something about unity. It was time for the heroine to make her grand debut.

With her feet firmly planted in the ground, and her hands on her hips, Balvalla took a deep breath. "Vile beings of the afterlife! You have suffered long enough! I, the legendary sniper, BALVALLA, have come to send you to the next realm!" She pointed at he cabin, her eyes filled with determination. "You're defeat is the first steeping stone on my path to glory, greatness, and fame. Destiny has brought us together for this sole purpose! Now, accept your defeat, and go quietly. The magnificent Clan Cedar has greatness in its future! That greatness will be spread to the world! Remember this when I send and arrow into your empty hearts!"

Balvalla looked around at her teammates to gaze upon their awestruck faces. One had fallen asleep and the others were already heading into the cabin. Maybe she needed a cape?

 

[KageYuuki]

Arik Highwind


Arik snorted at Mogwin’s speech, Angel of Vengeance huh? Seemed a fitting enough title for her style of fighting. Perhaps one day her name alone would bring fear and awe to those that heard it. Not unlike her mother’s.

However, her train of thought was quickly interrupted by the Moogle trotting off, offhandedly mentioning something about paperwork and them having to clear out the new base. “Fuzzy bastard just doesn’t want to help with the work,” the Gria muttered under her breath, stretching her wings out as she rested her greatsword on her shoulder and strode inside.

“Hm?” Arik glanced over her shoulder as their black mage spoke up. Well, ‘spoke up’ being a relative term as she had to strain just to hear the mage’s soft voice. “Oi, spit it out alrea- eh?” Arik could only blink in confusion as Stora promptly fell asleep, a glowing form slithering into the view before drifting up to the second floor.

“Well… fuck.”

 

[Orikanyo]

STAN THE MIGHTY!

and Arik.​

Goodness! It seems everything is going badly from the start!

These ghosts most certainly do not want them here! Perhaps they should have asked for permission before going inside?

Sera had already ran inside, and Balvalla had already started trying to challenge the ghosts.

“PERCHANCE WE CAN RESOLVE THIS PEACEFULLY?” he asked, only to watch Storra flop on the ground unceremoniously, snoring softly. “GOODNESS! BACK! AWAY WITH YOU SPOOKY SPIRIT! AND ARIK WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE!” he huffed, wiggling his armored finger towards the smaller gria.

Arik turned and stuck her tongue out at the massive paladin.

“COME NOW STORRA! UP WITH YOU!” he began his ministrations of the nurse ability, healing the minimal wounds she had along with the forcibly applied sleepiness. “EVERYONE! WE MUST STAY TOGETHER! LET US TAKE THEM ON ONE AT A TIME!” he called, taking a few steps into the building as a spooky tendril came out of a nearby wall, poking him in the back of the head and causing the gigantic armored man to flop onto the floor with a heavy, wood shattering, thud.

It was less of a flop, and more of a crash, as it appears Stan’s head was now lodged into the floor and peering into the basement below them, the sounds of his snoring echoing throughout the house like a rolling thunder storm.

“You've gotta be kidding!” Arik was quickly on the man’s back, trying to pull him upright with beats of her massive wings.

All the Ravager accomplished, however, was kicking up all the dust in the area around her.

The sound of more cracking wood echoed throughout the building, more and more, until the man plummeted below into the deep dark basement.

Upon impact, the man gasped awake again, rubbing the metal covered bump upon his head. “HOW DID I END UP DOWN HERE!? SOMEBODY!? ANYBODY OUT THERE?” he asked into the echoing halls of the basement, which looked almost labyrinthian in shape.

He peered up to the hole about him, worried about the others. “HELLO!! IS EVERYONE ALRIGHT UP THERE?!”

“Just peachy,” Arik muttered, having been yanked down with him. Her wings slowing her descent to a gentle glide. “Unless someone decides to jump down here, it's just us.” She blinked, trying to take in her surroundings. “Shit, it's dark down here. Hey big guy, got a light?”

 

[viska]

Stora's eyes fluttered open as the restorative magics of Stans nurse spell began to take hold.
A rested smile sitting serenely on her face until the bellowing of the iron giant started up again.
She silently wondered if he had some kind of volume controller on that spiny suit of his.
Letting a tiny snicker escape, she day dreamed about using the 'Silence' spell that her grandfather knew.
This daydream was cut short as a horrible crash caused her to jump.

Clutching her chest to make sure her heart was still beating, her wide eyes looked to see the steel porcupine had smashed a hole in the floor.
Lost in her day dreams, she had missed seeing the tendrils that had struck Stan and caused him to fall asleep.
Taking a few cautious steps towards the paladin she remarked " um.. I don't think we will get much done napping Mr.Stan.."
Not getting a response she tried again " Mr.Stan?"

It was about this time a rather annoyed Arik complained “You've gotta be kidding!” and rushed to Stan's aid.
As her massive wings beat Stora tried to protest "Um, I don't think that's a good idea~"
But her small voice was drowned out by the sound of Arik's wings.
Soon the choking dust from years of without housekeeping gagged the poor Nu Mou.
Between her coughs and sneezes she tried to explain "The *achoo* downward thrust might *cough*
But it was too late; the floor fell out from under Stan, Dragging Arik with him.
With the dust clear, Stora could groan "Do that."
Walking over to the hole she looked down into the darkness and remarked " Oh dear..This is all becoming rather complected."
Once again Stan's voice rang out, this time dampened by the separation of the main floor to the basement.

Please to know that both of them were unharmed she smiled a content grin and nodded to the thing next to her.
Opening her eyes from her sleepy smile she noticed the 'thing' next to her was a faintly glowing ribbon sort of creature.
She Studied it for a moment as it seemed to nod like she did.
That was, until it suddenly wrapped around her rod and tried to yank it away from her.
Stora was not the strongest of Nu Mou, but she was able to struggle her rod free from the tendril and run a few paces away.
Suddenly she was greeted by another one, this one wrapping itself around her hat and snatching it from her head.

Deciding to run father then go after her hat, Stora tried to escape to the safety of the others but it seemed all around her were these 'ribbons'.
Their slithering, grouping attempts to entangle her began to stir a panic in her.
Slowly but surely the tendrils were backing her towards the hole Stan had created.
But would a much smaller and much less armored Nu Mou survive such a fall?
Stora made a Futile attempt to plead with them saying "Can't we talk about this Mr.ghost?"

Feeling the back of her heel kick a shard of wood from the edge of the hole, she realized she had literally reached the end of the road.
Hearing the metallic *clang* of said shard bounce off the metal man, Stora knew just how far a fall it was.
She was so close to help, but couldn't get past the spiders web of paranormal tentacles.
It was all so frustrating, to be so close to the brink of doom and salvation at the same time.
This frustration grew inside Stora like a burning flame, until suddenly she closed her eyes and shouted " FIRE! "

Peeking her eyes open she saw her sleeve and at the end of her out stretched hand, smoking little fingers.
A scorch trail lead from the end of her hand, all the way to a new large hole in the opposite wall.
While the tendrils were gone, Stora's eyes were still wide in amazement of the destruction.
Quickly she began putting out the tiny little fires that had started here and there.
All the while apologizing "Sorry sorry! my fault, Sorry!"

While unintentional, Stora had opened up another path into the house.
Now the Clan had three options:
Fallow Sera deeper into the house, go down the hole after Stan and Arik, or go through Stora's 'new door' which lead to what looked like a large kitchen.

 

[InsaneAsylum]

Balvalla​

It wasn't the first time one of Balvalla's amazing monologues had been ignored. It wasn't her best work, so perhaps it was for the best. Loud crashes came from inside the building. Her comrades had gone on ahead!

Without thinking, Balvalla sprinted towards the mansion, leaping through the front doors.

"Don't worry everyone! I'm h-" ..............

Balvalla's plan was to land gracefully, but she stumbled. Luckily, she managed to keep herself from facrplanting. A giant gaping hole lay right in front of her, and she was on the verge of falling in!

And she did.

The ends of her greatbow caught the edges of the hole. Luck was on the young gal's side, because her own bow was holding her up now, presenting her from crashing down into the dark.

Before she had time to even attempt to escape her position, ghostly hands began to reach out at her from the darkness, followed by pairs of glowing eyes.

"U-um.... can some one help me up? Quickly please!"

 

[AtlannianSpy]

Merryn Vermilia
​

"Oh for heaven's sake," Merryn sighed, observing the predicament her fellow viera had gotten herself into. Quickly Merryn leveled her staff at Balvalla's back.

"Cure!" she said and a pale light infused Balavalla. It didn't actually do anything to Balavalla because she wasn't injured but the light spread out from her body and is it struck the hands and eyes of the nearby ghost the creature shrieked and drew back into the shadows.

"If you had just walked through the door like someone with any sense you wouldn't be in this situation," Merryn lectured, lowering her staff to hook the crook of it into Balvalla's collar so that she could lift her up onto solid ground. Of course the people who were most suited to this sort of thing had already fallen down the hole, Merryn herself was somewhat lacking in the raw strength department so this whole process was taking a lot longer than it really should have. Merryn had gotten Balvalla about halfway back to her feet, so that she was suspended over the hole at about a 45 degree angle, when the white mage felt an icy grip on the back of her neck.

Merryn let out an ear piercing shriek and reflexively tried to spin and swing her staff at the threat behind her, with Balvalla still attached to it. Merryn's panic must have brought forth a strength that would otherwise have lain dormant because in one swift motion she managed to pull Balavalla up, swing her around by the collar and slam the other viera bodily into the ghost that had appeared behind Merryn. Viera and creature collided with a dull thump but the sudden shift in weight left Merryn unbalanced and she staggered backwards a few steps, releasing her grip on the staff out of surprise.

Merryn teetered on the edge of the hole, her arms flailing wildly. She managed to maintain her position just long enough for her companions to register the strange combination of wide eyed panic and grim resignation on her face before gravity caught up with her and she fell backwards into the hole. At ground level Merryn's high pitched scream could be heard all the way down until it abruptly cut of with a sickening thud. There was a brief pause and then a weak

"Owwwwwwww," echoed up out of the hole.

InsaneAsylum

 

[Hanarei]

Sera Everwood
​

Sera was taken back as she suddenly turned her head over as an explosion came ripping through the room. Her eyes over to Stora standing where she was in the kitchen, holding up a jar. She had the jar open as it seemed she was peeking inside it to observe the contents. She placed the Jar down looking on as she waved her hand in response to her new companion.

"Oh... hello! I was just checking on the food... it looks like its all bad... the cookies are lie all gross and moldy... although the mold is quite interesting! Its not usually something you see outside very specific conditions. The jar being in such a shape allowed an ideal habitat for moisture to build up in just the right proportions..." She Sera started off as she started to get into a very specific rant towards Stora discussing about the fungus in create detail. It had only been through a sudden realization that she paused her rant a bit earlier then normal.

"Oh... this is the kitchen! Also... what was with the explosion... also what was with the loud crack... and what sounded like people having fun dropping into a bottomless pit? I really do hope it has some bottom... it would be quite boring if it continued on endlessly." She spoke giving a bit of a shrug, placing down the Jar. She had managed to miss most of the commotion despite having barged in earlier having made her way into the kitchen earlier... granted the new hole in the wall made it a far easier task to get to it then what she did.

V viska

 

[Orikanyo]

Stan the man with the plan(?)

​

Another person seemed to follow them down, their ever so handy white mage who landed rather roughly upon the floor. For the second time today Stan moved to help somebody up from face planting on the floor, the titanic iron clad giant reached down to aid their hurting friend.

While getting out a band aid to place it upon her injury.

"I MUST APOLOGIZE FOR MY CLUMSINESS! IT APPEARS I HAVE BROUGHT TWO OTHERS DOWN WITH ME." the tall man admitted his fault, looking as sorry as the intimidating figure could. But for now they had bigger concerns, such as being able to get out of the basement area, which looked about as expansive and strange as can be. For now, they had three pathways to go down, one leading to the left and one leading to the right.

Both seemed awefully spooky, and quite dark, nothing but the occasional creaking of the house above and the echos of their voices. "...HRMMM..." Stan grunted quizically, wondering which way would lead them out of the place. "SURELY WE WILL FIND AN EXIT SOONER OR LATER, LET US TAKE THE LEFTWARD PATH AND DOUBLE BACK SHOULD WE MEET A DEAD END!" he motioned towards that way, wondering what the others thought on the matter.

 

[KageYuuki]

Arik Highwind
Arik could only watch in silence as Balvalla almost blindly jumped into the hole Stan had made in the floor. Barely even a moment later Merryn fell in after attempting to rescue the sniper. With a sigh, Arik rolled her eyes and wrapped her wings around herself. Stupid mages. Maybe if she didn't spend the day with her nose in a book she would have been strong enough to pull her fellow Viera from the hole and keep her own balance.

"Yeah, sure, left's fine." The Gria could barely make out the two different paths. She held her greatsword out before her with seemingly no effort, she'd be able to feel an obstacle with it without having to run into it first. "Seriously though, anyone got a damn light on them?"

 

[viska]

As Stora stamped out the last of the tiny fires her little outburst had caused she breathed a sigh of relief.
Her relief was cut short however as cut short as their resident blue mage Sera chimed in with a rather on the nose recap of what had taken place.
Dusting some soot from her cane, Stora tried to dismiss it with an embarrassed "Oh that? oh my, that was nothing.. just a little magical miss-hap is all."
Smiling contently, Stora nodded as if agreeing with herself.
Of course she was forgetting two very important details: The first being that Balvalla was a witness to her panic.
The second was that she was talking to Sera through the hole her explosion had made.

Patting the top of her own head, Stora gave a soft sigh at the loss of her mage hat.
As she stepped through the hole into the kitchen, she Silently plotted her revenge on the ghost..tentacle..thing that had taken it.
But such things would have to wait, their group was scattered and without their white mage it would be dangerous to confront the ghosts.
The quest had taken a turn for the worse, and Stora wondered if she had gotten in over her head.

Trying to make the best of the situation, she offhandedly commented " I suppose our clan mates will be delayed a while.. Maybe we should search the kitchen a bit?. After all, there could be a way to a cellar or service elevator."
Of course Stora had no idea just how twisted and strange the basement really was.
All she could go off of was her past experience with the root cellar at the academy.

As she walked deeper into the kitchen, she failed to notice the silverware on the table.
Perhaps more menacing she failed to notice it standing up and dancing along after her along the table's surface.
As she reached the end of the table, she heard the chimes of of Utensils hitting the ground.
Looked to the source of the sound, she knelt down to investigate the fallen flatware.

As she reached a hand out to pick it up, a spoon sprung to life and wrapped her across the knuckles.
In a startled reaction, she swatted them all away with her cane.
Rubbing her sore knuckles she called out to her clan mates " I umm.. I think this kitchen might have a "
Just as she got their attention, she noticed a large sauce-pan floating just above Sera's unsuspecting head.
Finishing her warning, Stora announced " A ghost ! "

Without thinking, Stora pointed her staff at the saucepan and invoked " Thunder "
The arching beam did in-fact strike the sauce-pan.
unfortunately the idea of using electricity in a room filled with metal items proved misguided.
As the bouncing and reflecting of the beam caused everyone in the room to receive a minor shock.
It did however, send the floating pan flying away.

With hair frizzed in every direction, Stora covered her head with her hands and apologized "Sorry, sorry so-"
Pausing a moment in her apologies to notice a metallic taste in her mouth from electricity.
As if forgetting what she was doing, or just done, she pulled her diary from her sleeve and scribbled in "..Never use thunder in a kitchen, it spoils the taste of food"

 

[InsaneAsylum]

Balvalla​

Groaning, Balvalla rose to her feet. That healer lady had slammed her into a ghost! Fortunately, the ghost was no where to be seen. Unfortunately, her butt hurt.

Balvalla looked around for her companions, turning in a full circle. They were nowhere to be seen! Casting her gaze upon the gaping hole in the floor, Balvalla assumed everyone had ventured downwards.

"Ah, so fate has seperated me from my companions! Perhaps destiny has prepared a trial for me, in order to test my courage!"

Swiftly, Balvalla grabbed her greatbow and an arrow, and notched the arrow in the string.

"Fool!"

Balvalla turned, while pulling back with all her might. A ghost was watching her from the top of the staircase that led to he next floor up. Before the ghost to do anything scary, an arrow soared through it.

"To think that a mere ghost would think they could take me by surprise! How foolish! Surely the phantom has allies upstairs! I will handle them myself, in order to ensure the safety of my allies upon their arrival back from the building's catacombs!"

Balvalla raced up the stairs, nearly tripping halfway up, confidence gleamed on her face, as she pulled her arrow out of the wall.

 

[AtlannianSpy]

Merryn Vermilia
​

"Ngggrgh, I... I'm fine," muttered Merryn as she got to her feet unsteadily, waving away the proffered band aid. "Really I just need to find my staff and cure myse...hmm," Merryn glanced around the floor near her feet, not seeing her staff any where nearby. Then realization dawned upon the bedraggled Viera as she recalled where she had last seen her staff: hooked firmly in Balvalla's collar.

"UHHHHM HELLO?" Merryn cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted up toward the hole she had fallen down, hoping her voice carried up clearly enough for someone to hear. "I THINK I LEFT MY STAFF UP THERE... I SORT OF... NEED THAT, A LOT, SO IF SOMEBODY COULD GO AHEAD AND DROP THAT DOWN HERE THAT WOULD BE FANTASTIC," Merryn concluded her shouted message and then trailed off rather lamely.

Without her staff Merryn couldn't even heal herself, let alone contribute meaningfully if there little party ran into any ghosts. Considering they were in the creepy basement of a verifiably haunted house that was eventuality was at least probable if not certain.

"I don't really care which direction we go," said Merryn, deciding to occupy herself while she waited for her staff with conversation and tentative probing of her bruised ribs. "At the least, I don't see how we could make an informed about which would be better from our current position."

Orikanyo
KageYuuki
V viska
Hanarei
InsaneAsylum

 

[Hanarei]

Sera Everwood​

Sera looked at Stora as she explained it away as mishap magic. Sera simply nodded in response not bothering to press on asking anything more She pointed to her head. "Your hat is missing." She spoke quite nonchalant despite Stora patting her own end made it quite clear she likely already knew. The blue mage seemed a bit distracted as she looked around the kitchen. It was a bit of a strange occurrence for someone who usually found more fascination with nature.

The young mage had managed to turn her back from Stora as the assault of the silverware began. Her own eyes had been locked onto a small book. She quickly blew air upon the dusty tome, brushing it off with her fingers to look at it. It was a cook book, left still open on a recipe for Chocobo Dumplings. A light smile was on her lips at the thought of it. She could recall her father making her such a meal long ago. She had asked if it was made out of real chocobo, something that had been accompanied by her own father's laughter. She still to this day wasn't sure what the answer was.

She suddenly placed the book down as she heard the sound of silverware dropping to the ground. She turned her head just a little after Stora had been smacked by the spoon not having seen the act. She watched her swat away at the silverware sending it flying away. She looked rather confused, scratching at her chin. " Are you... okay?" She spoke as Stora worriedly as she mentioned a ghost, not seeming to quite buy into it as she was worried she might of 'lost it'.

Before she could say anything more, she watched as Stora cast Thunder. Sera quickly jumped, ducking as the thunder shot over her head. She watched as it bounced around to the various cooking tools. She looked at her own saber, gasping as she quickly pulled it from its sheath, tossing it to the ground to quickly get rid of it as the thunder randomly bounced around. She stood ducking a bit, looking on as she seemed a bit uncertain as to what happened. She hadn't at all seen the sauce-pan hovering over her making her question Stora's sanity a bit.

I do wonder what it would of felt like getting zapped... eh....

She looked at the girl scratching the back of her head. "Are you... okay? You seem a little jumpy... like electric. Maybe you should take a deep breath?" She spoke in doubt of her clanmate, her eyes shooting down to her saber. As she looked upon it, the cookie jar she had earlier peeked into began to shake as it hovered in the air. Sera bent down to grab her weapon, the jar quickly flying right over her head, just missing her as she ducked down. The jar crashed over in the wall breaking into pieces as Sera seemed to completely miss it.

"Weird... so much stuff randomly falling all over the place. I guess we should try and see if we can find some way to our companions like you said... I'm sure there is something.... I think? Anyways try not and go having anymore mishaps." She paused her mumbling to herself to address Stora's seemingly careless use of magic, still thinking she was simply going crazy.

V viska

 

[viska]

Storing her diary back into her sleeve, Stora nodded.
Sad puppy-dog eyes pleaded that the whole mess with the thunderbolt wasn't her fault, but to no avail.
Sera was blissfully unaware of anything that had lead up to her casting the spell.
To make things worse, now Stora looked like a panicking idiot.

Stora felt a cramp in the pit of her stomach as she began too much into the situation.
Not only were they separated from their clansmen in a haunted house, but the only one she had left with her thinks she's lost her mind.
She fidgeted with her staff as Sera suggested that she should take a deep breath.
In an attempt to save face, Stora could only bow her head in agreement and heave a heavy sigh.

Suddenly a loud crash caught her attention.
Pointing to the broken jar with her mouth agape, Stora couldn't believe Sera had missed yet another attack.
Stora tugged on her ears in frustration; she had never met such an oblivious mage.
For that matter, she could't recall ever being so up tight about a situation.
She made a mental note to be sure and jot this experience down later.

When Sera suggested they find a way to their clansmen Stora finally had come to an agreement.
It was at that very moment a voice echoed from the room they just came from.
Thankfully it wasn't a ghost this time, but rather the clan's white mage.
To the point as always, she seemed to be asking for her staff.

Walking back through the hole Stora had made in the first place, Stora noticed an oaken staff laying close to the hole that 'Tinny Tim' had so elegantly made.
Picking it up Stora called down into the hole "Um.. Is. Is this it?"
Peering into the darkness below, poor Stora felt a bit of vertigo, causing the staff to slip from her fingers.
She recoiled with a cringe as she heard it hit clatter on the ground below.
But at least the staff was down in the basement now.

At that same moment, the darkness of the basement below gave Stora an idea.
Taking one of the larger shards of wood from the shattered floor Stora held it next to her own rod.
With a very careful and focused gesture she whispered " Fire".
The tip of the make-shift torch erupted to life with a bright flame.

Mercifully calling out " Watch out below" Stora tossed the bright torch down the hole.
With a light and a mages staff down the hole, Stora had solved two problems.
But as she turned to look at the mess all around her, she knew that those were only drops in the bucket..

 

[Orikanyo]

Stan, the man with no plan.

​

"HMM... BUT HOW ARE WE TO PROGRESS WITH NO LIGHT-" he spoke, not before the white staff came clambering down upon the ground in front of the group. "AH! IT RETURNS TO US!" he was about to say something else before the sound of splintering wood could be heard around the area, causing a surprise from the man, as he heard it just over his shoulder. "WHAT? WHAT HAPPENED?" the man asked, now surprised that the basement was much more lit up than usual.

"HOW ODD, IT APPEARS LIGHT HAS SOMEHOW BROKEN INTO THE ROOM FOR SOMEWHERE!" the man stroked his helmet's chin,not knowing about the torch that was currently impaled on a spike upon his shoulder. "THIS MUST BE THE WORK OF MAGIC! TRULY MAGIC IS A MOST FASCINATING THING!" the large man fist pumped, looking happy as can be with this new type of magic. "NOW MY FELLOW CLAN MATES! WE MUST PRESS FORWARDS!!!"

And with that, he began his, extremely clagorous, jog down the leftward path.

Leading to who knows where.

 

[KageYuuki]

Arik Highwind
Arik glanced back over her shoulder at the sound of clattering wood. Mages were so useless without their staves. If she lost her greatsword, the Gria wasn't suddenly some helpless welp. Hell, she could easily dispatch a group of bandits without using any weapons. Her train of thought was interrupted by the sudden appearance of a torch. And... Stan's complete misunderstanding of what happened. "That's not... ah, fuck it. Let's just get a move on, before we get any more surprises..."

She rested her greatsword on her shoulder as she strode ahead. Stan being a walking light eliminated the need to use the weapon to feel out the area ahead of her. "How long is this hallway?" Arik muttered straining in vain to see the end ahead. Her wings twitched as a chilling, unnatural breeze cut through the air around them followed by a shriek that would make even the most hardened of warriors pause in their tracks.

Footsteps shuffled ahead of them, the stench of death washing over the hall. Seems the ghostly invaders brought some friends.

Orikanyo
AtlannianSpy

 

[Ganryu]

Mogwin Ernesto
-Meanwhile-

A mug slammed on a bar counter, followed by a very satisfied gulp of air.

"Kupo! Hits the spot! So, 'bout that bill? Clan Cedar accepts."

A merchant in a turban thoughtfully tapped his chin.

"I dunno... I mean, I've never even heard of Clan Cedar. Are you new?"

"Kupo! We're a clan made up of experienced clanners! I mean, no offense, but Tarq woods is kinda in the boonies. Why WOULD you hear of any of our exploits? Give it a few weeks, I'm sure word'll get around."

"Well, then, tell me about yourselves. I mean, this jobs preeeetty dangerous. I'm more worried about your sake than I am my own. Maybe I should get Clan Cinquleur?"

Mogwin started laughing his head off, shrill laughter echoing around the bar. The barman gave a surprised glance at the two.

"Come on, like you could afford them. They hardly take request at all, kupo. So why don't you give me the bill, and we'll take a crack at it. I mean, as a clan, we've already silence some nasty ghosties. Right now they're taking on a haunted house with 5 ghosts and one Deathscythe. 'sides, what's the worst that could happen?"

Mogwin tapped his chin thoughtfully.

"Did I ever tell them about the Deathscythe? Meh, kupo. I'm sure Stan's got it."

"Fine. I am rather desperate, and there aren't many clans out here I can find, so I suppose I'll have to let you take it. Don't disappoint me moogle, I've got alot riding on this."

"Won't regret it!"

"Probably too late... Ugh. What kind of clan VOLUNTEERS to harvest Moonblooms during Malboro mating season?"

"Clan Cedar does!"

"You sure you're not all outpatients?"

"I can testify that not all of us are outpatients!"

The merchant looked scared, and hurriedly shuffled away, avoiding eye contact.

"Backup plan... backup plan... what's a good backup plan?"

Mogwin, looking extremely pleased with himself raised his glass at the bartender asking for another.

"You sure? I thought you said you were moving things to a new clan base today. Not going to be able to do that drunk."

Mogwin pulled out a stack of papers.

"Alright hired some people to do it for me. Also hired some backup cleaners, probably too much for the clan to do, but hey, gotta save a penny where able. Its been one hell of day. Did you know the initial sheet for naming your clan is 36 pages? And the working area permits, scope of work, all this paperwork, kupo! I deserve a drink! 'sides, it'll be the last one, gotta go check up my clan. Might be having a terrible time. I mean, cleaning a mansion that old has to be the WORST, kupo!"

"... You are one strange moogle."

 

[AtlannianSpy]

Merryn Vermilia

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"Euargh!" Merryn stepped back as the smell of rotting flesh washed over the small party. Fortunately the impact was lessened by the cloth tied over Merryn's mouth. "I told you all you'd want a face mask!" Exclaimed Merryn, casually omitting the fact that she had intended the masks to deal with dust and not the odor of shambling revenants.

"But did anybody listen to me? Merryn muttered under her breath, leveling her staff at the approaching zombies. This variety of undead didn't really bother her as much. Maybe it was the fact that they actually possessed a body of flesh and blood, even if it was decaying an unnaturally alive it was essentially the same as the ones she had operated on and studied in the past. Ghosts were completely removed from Merryn's previous experience but Zombies? Zombies were just patients that didn't know when to quit.

"Cure!"

Sparkling silvery light lit up the approaching zombies, rendering their rotting forms suddenly visible. There was an unpleasant sizzling sound and the zombies recoiled to some extent, but they didn't halt their forward progress entirely, it would be up to the frontline fighters to intervene until Merryn could get another spell off.

Orikanyo
KageYuuki

 

[Orikanyo]

Stan, the man.

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He was about to answer his winged draconic friend when their newest foes came into view, the large man withdrew his weapon and shield, as Merryn began to cats her spells upon them! Ah yes, the nature of undeath and how healing somehow hurts them... Which, is odd, but he can faintly understand it, though why potions and such hurt them is also a rather curious question,as their more or less alchemical mixtures.

Or perhaps it is the certain magic within them?

Regardless of the odd thoughts running through his helmeted head, the man rushed forwards to meet their adversaries!

"I'M SORRY!" he shouted as he brought the hefty blade down upon the first zombie before him, the blade cutting and crushing it's way through the already weakened creature, bringing it to the ground. The other however, had gotten a moment to shuffle forwards, lashing out at the man with a decayed claw(?), slashing him mildly.

KageYuuki
AtlannianSpy

 

[KageYuuki]

Upstairs
As Balvalla retrieved her arrow, the Viera would likely notice the unnatural chill that pervaded the air. It was almost like a winter breeze was seeping from underneath the closest door. Should the courageous, would-be heroine investigate, she’d find a bedroom covered thick with dust. Sitting in the middle of the floor was a lone child playing with a toy.

InsaneAsylum (let the imagination run wild here, finish the encounter however you wish)

In The Kitchen
With Stora scampering off to aid the poor sods that fell through the floor, Sera would be left alone. The ghost that had tried to smash the jar over the back of the mage’s head seethed at her obliviousness and loud voice. At least the one was afraid. And rightly so. Ethereal tendrils reached out to coil around Sera’s neck. “Silence,” a raspy voice hissed in her ear.

Hanarei Seems Sera’s lost her voice, and with it her ability to use magic. Nothing a good ol’ Paladin can’t cure. But will the air headed Blue Mage notice the spirit attempting to quite literally wring her neck?


Arik Highwind
Arik gagged at the sudden stench, forced to stagger back a step. Her clan mate’s spell rushed past her, sending the creatures reeling back. Stan followed shortly after, eliciting a groan from the Gria. “Why the hell are you apologizing to them!?” She snapped, nearly cutting one in half with a single swing of her sword.

The zombies weren’t all that fast, or hard to read for that matter. One did attempt to grab Arik from behind, only to be sent flying with a swing of her tail. On a regular hume, the blow would have rendered them unconscious. Maybe leave a hell of a bruise and headache for the next day. Consciousness wasn’t so much of an issue for the zombie. Though it was now missing a good chunk of its scalp. Her blade was driven through its back, rendering it still. “Ha! Easy enough.”

But would steel alone be enough to truly stop that which was already dead?

AtlannianSpy Orikanyo