Graded [Noghe Village] - Trouble with Trolls and Music

[Skyhunter]

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Plot: In a small countryside town there is a city plagued with boredom and unhappiness. A pretty mediocre lifestyle for those that haven't heard of a special noise called... Music. Characters meet up in this town to potentially meet and figure out where they wanna go from here. This is what they call a slice of life.

Adam 'Legion'



Adam was making his way up a narrow and well established path that lead to somewhere. Adam had no idea where he had landed or awoken at, it has been a couple hours but there was no explanation to what has happened and how he got here. What he remembers was he and his band were on a bus to their next gig, their next show. While tuning his guitar and talking to a couple of his bandmates, people he considered brothers. His vision blackened.

He remembered nothing after that and woke up to the side of this pathway with his guitar. The sun was shining but it looked like it was getting closer to the evening. It had to be around three or four o'clock now, hopefully this trail he was on lead him to somewhere safe.

Upon getting to the top of a hillside, he would find himself a village in the distance. Civilization at last! Thank God, he was happy that his luck was turning around- wait a minute. Thus village? It looked... Medieval, old. No no, this had to be those Amish from back home. Yeah that was it. Well, hopefully someone was kind enough here to help him get back. Adam then began his walk towards the village.



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[TheEccentric]

Rob Howler

The soft calls of birds fill the lonely path. Roots crawl along it, proving to be difficult obstacles for vehicles and travelers alike. Up the path towards the hilltops, a herd of deer prance between the trees before suddenly dispersing. The mellow forest ambience momentarily remains, before being broken immediately by a deep rumble from behind the hill. Almost fearful, the wilderness held its breath for a few moments before continuing. Though minutes later, the same rumble sounds again, this time louder and seemingly closer. A pattern forms where every rumble is followed by peace, before being destroyed again by the succeeding rumble. It was like a flatulent god of thunder came upon the earth, expelling a round of ass-roars at a set rhythm.

Cresting from the hill, and the source of all this rumbling, is Howler. His tall frame covered parts of the sun which was setting behind him. In his hands he held his prized instrument, the Shape of Thunder, an afterglow of purplish light escaping it. He looked at the village in the distance, and with a nod of his head, fully recognised the fact that he couldn't recognise it. Lost as a stripper in a church, he was. Sighing deeply, he pressed forward, and didn't see the tangled roots by his feet. He tripped, and fell down like a mighty oak, slamming on the path. On a normal surface, someone would stand up after that, but Howler found himself facing a sloped path that was a bit too steep.

He rolled down the path for who knows how long, eventually finding himself along the foot of the hill. Beaten black and blue, covered in dirt, and looking like a monster from a storybook, the clumsy musician stood up. Luckily, it seemed he mostly landed on dirt and roots, ensuring none of his inventory turning into spare parts. Slowly, he continued his journey to the settlement he saw earlier, disregarding the fact that his fur was covered in... hopefully, just dirt.

 

[Faynorae]

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"Not enough to be awarded love."
"Fuwah. It was just a little bit of noise, why'd they have to get so fussy about it.." Ophenia sighed to herself while walking through a flowery path in the forest. Little teary droplets trickling down her face, with her eyes red from the quiet wailing she did during her long long walk. After accidentally mocking a few nobles during one of her performances, the petty nobleman got her temporarily kicked out of Ryke with a little bit of bribery and persuasion. Much to her detriment, she was banned for causing a ruckus and noise pollution for a long while. And due to her whiny nature, Ophenia was quickly brought to tears, though only for a short period of time.

On the bright side, this was a chance for her to get more in touch with her fey lineage through connecting with the plants and wildlife. Unfortunately, the girl had too much of a short attention span to attentively listen to the stories of the old trees, and the songs of blooming florets. And as such, she got bored and started to follow a narrow path to somewhere else. But with nothing else to do, mushrooms grew on her head as she wondered why trees and flowers were so boring. Is it cause they do nothing but live, sleep, and eat? What a boring way of life.

But clearly though, getting lost in thought wasn't a good idea for a sylph who walks on two legs, for Ophenia did not realize that she walked right into a village, and had accidentally walked right into a brick wall like a bird trying to fly through a clear window. And so, the fragile sylphid who struggled to carry a bucket that wasn't even very full felt like she hit her head against a rock and now her skull is suddenly in pain. And so the childish girl, not aware of her surroundings was quickly brought to tears, as she started to loudly wail.

"Who in the name of Eryngium put a wall in the middle of the forest!?" Clearly, she didn't realize she walked into the wall of a stone cottage in a small town, and that she was long outside of the forest.

 

[Skyhunter]

The Village of Noghe



Adam "Legion"



As Adam approached the village, he would soon see that the town was in a pretty desolate state, there was a barely standing sign that read Noghe, houses had roofs knocked off along with some pieces missing out of their walls. What could have caused that, Adam wondered. Holding onto his guitar he has yet to give a name, Adam made his way on pass the sign and into the village, he looked over out of the village to a hillside where a pathway was at, he swore he saw something come tumbling down but he wasn't able to get a clear look at what it was. But instead, he focused his attention elsewhere, coming up to the first villager he found that was moving rubble out from his doorstep.

Before Adam could get his attention, the villager turned around and quickly cowered away. " Please! No more! There's been enough damage! I beg you! " Adam stared at the villager confused, it was clear these people were scared or fearful of something else. Adam moved his guitar onto his back thanks to the strap. He waved his hand a little to catch the villager's attention who looked up at him seeing that it was a human. The villager stood up straight and cleared his throat, " Oh, uh- sorry about that, i thought you were something else entirely. " The villager stared at Adam for a moment, seeing his strange otherworldly clothing then looked up at him. " What is your name, sir? " He asked, Adam thought about it but his voice would probably scare this villager, he would probably be called a demon for having such a deformed voice box. Instead, Adam pointed to his throat then shook his tongue. Indicating he couldn't speak. He instead pulled out his guitar which caught the villager off guard.

Adam began to strum his guitar quickly and smoothly with his fingers, letting a sick solo for others to hear. Nothing too crazy but he demonstrated his dexterity with his instrument. When he stopped the villager looked impressed. " A mute musician? Simply amazing to see! " The villager exclaimed, " I think you can cheer people's spirits around here! See sir, we got raided by a tribe of trolls recently. These trolls ended up destroying and ransacking our village. They were kind enough to not kill or harm anyone but destroying our livelihood and homes is still not what this poor little village needs. "

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While Ophenia was crying and being childish, she wouldn't have noticed that she was standing in front of a stone cottage, a villager poked his head out from the other side of the cottage staring at this defenseless woman. " Uh...- You-you know you're standing behind my house, right? " The villager called, he was a older man with a long beard, holding a hoe that was fresh with dirt, she would now see a fence with vegetation on the other side of this fence, a small farm. " What are you doing there? Come on over here away from the forests, girl, you never know what evil lies within! " He beckoned her over, he looked relatively harmless. " You may get snatched up by those trolls! "

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[TheEccentric]

Rob Howler

From the bush and shrubs, comes a beast who looks like a scrub. His fur still caked in dirt, he finally arrived at the entrance of the settlement. Entrance might be too generous a word, since the fence looked like something ran through it. Gently he picked up one of the larger pieces, inspecting it as he walked deeper into the town, regarding the damages that marked almost every structure that still stood. He couldn't see much blood, so at the very least, it seemed like whoever lived here might've escaped befo- oh wait, nevermind, he sees a pair over there. One looks local, and the other distinctly foreign; a fine tune emits from the latter, a tune that made Howler's ears flicker in curiosity.

Howler jogged towards them, stopping a couple of feet from them. The local looked sprightly enough, though stressed, as he spoke about the troll problem. Howler's eyes then fly to the instrument the foreigner held, and shock follows immediately after. Strings like the finest metal, and a body like a deadly weapon of war, it looked perplexingly similar to his Shape of Thunder! Wanting to catch their attention, he spoke in a gruff and low voice, though filled with emotion, "Trolls? Rob's met trolls before, big and strong, but they think like donkey with name spelled backwards."

He loomed with his sturdy form and the gloomy attire that clung to him, but the dirt on his furry arms, legs, and mane made him look quite silly. Behind his shoulder, the neck of his instrument protruded like the handle of a sword. Extending his grimy mitts, he offered each a hand to shake while a toothy grin spread across his cheeks. "Rob's the name, traveler, performer, and revolutionary musician. Rob wishes to learn more about raising spirits; heard your music, it is like sound of river during storm, about to surge and break banks!"

 

[Faynorae]

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"She may have high intelligence but she's chronically stupid."

" Uh...- You-you know you're standing behind my house, right?;
What are you doing there? Come on over here away from the forests, girl, you never know what evil lies within! "
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" You may get snatched up by those trolls! "

Ophenia's sudden burst of tears quickly dried up once she heard the voice of a human. She didn't want to look weak in front of someone she had just met, but what did it matter when she already just did? Also, did he mention evil? Ophenia pondered, "Evil"? The humans of this world are quite paranoid, the world hasn't shown its true self to the young sylphid yet, so in her naivety, she believed that it was kind. "Even if there was an evil, you humans should have a place to flee to for safety? Interesting." she softly muttered under her breath while thinking.

On the other hand, the throbbing pain started to fade, but a small reddening was left on her forehead, the sylphid tried hiding it with her fringe, Ophenia quickly snapped back to the more important question at hand, to her at least. "Who the heck builds a house in the middle ofー" It took her a few seconds to realize she was no longer within the comfortable confines of leafy walls, and floral vines. What place was this? How long has she been walking? It mattered not, because there was someone to talk to.

She would only then notice a fence with a small farm on the other side of it. Leaves, buds of plants yearning to grow. How cute! Ophenia thought to herself but also wondered how a mere human could easily muster the magical affinity to grow such plants. She gasped, putting her hand in front of her mouth, Is this man... A witch?! He was in fact holding a staff of sorts; caked in dirt. "My oh my, I almost forgot humans could muster magic with a bit of learning!" Ophenia said ecstatically to herself, while slowly moving over toward the fence, though she didn't want to hop over, "Is that how you grew those adorable little plants? awe, They're so cute!"

Ophenia's purpose as a sylph is to carry the seeds of flowers through the wind to reach further areas, but due to her lack of societal contribution to the fae and having little to no affinity for the wind, she couldn't fulfil that job and instead wondered outside of the confinements of her garden at a young age. The sylphid folk are way too strict anyway, so why stick around? Being spirits of something as free and fluid as wind, yet they choose to strictly obey the purpose they believe is theirs. On the other hand... "You also mentioned trolls, what's that about? I haven't seen one in so long, aren't they usually friendly?" Ophenia paused, quickly to think, "Why would they want to take me away?" Ophenia questioned the old man, who she perceived as a witch.

 

[Skyhunter]

As the villager began to explain that they were having problems with trolls, a large beast quickly approached them, Adam turned his head to face whatever what was coming his way, it was similar to a black shadow. Still holding his guitar, Adam realized she was holding a weapon. Ready to attack with it by cranking it to the side. The beast stopped in front of him while the villager cowered from whatever was coming. This creature was tall, hairy and had the neck of a guitar sticking out from behind his back.



This made Adam lower his weapon and hold it properly staring at this beast that talked about these trolls. The villager looked up at this Rob, while he was a beast he wasn't looking to fight then it seemed. And hell, he didn't look like a actual troll, Adam was just surprised that he was, well, a actual beast! This one even had a guitar too too! The villager heard Rob proclaim who he was and his profession. This peaked Adam's interest with his musician title. Even pointing to his guitar, wanting to hear him play. A few villagers saw what was happening and looked like they were about to freak out and gather their weapons.

Adam looked over to Rob and snapped his fingers, pulling out a pick he began to play his guitar gently, letting a slow and methodic melody into the air, for everyone to hear. Slow and deep, the tone was a relaxing and melancholic, it would remind people of the dark times and sad times to calm people down. Adam finished his solo and looked to Rob, wanting to see if he would continue. Now having thr attention of more villagers.

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This old farmer stared at this strange pink woman mentioning a place to flee from evil, " You're kidding, right, girly? " He asked, pretty surprised by her response. " Girly, you're at the end of the village, you should hurry your behind up and get over here before you get snatched up. " He continued to try and warn her.

The farmer went back to creating more holes to plant more of his crops, Ophenia would see smaller pots full of plants that he was getting ready to plant, trying to grow more food for the village. " Whot? Magic? Girly this is natural everyday village stuff! I'm farming for my people. Without magic! " He announced, most likely people here were very superstitious of magical arts, he shook his head when this pink woman said these plants were... Cute. Cute? Sure, fine, cute. " Girly you're a very strange one. No wonder why you got lost in the woods. "

The mention of trolls made the man sigh as he placed the hoe down and began to plant his crops, " Aye, trolls... we've been having difficulty with them, they recently began attacking this village of Noghe. Usually they leave us alone but recently they've been amped up and been taking their aggression out on us. Luckily they haven't hurt or killed anyone but they have been destroying our homes and crops. Our necessities to survive. " He explained, " Whot- why would trolls take you- Girly! Are you not well? They would take you because you're a woman. Ugh... Never mind, girly... " The farmer shook his head and went back to planting. " Dirt witch is what you will call me next... " He mumbled under his breath, annoyed. In the distance, Ophenia would hear the sound of music, a guitar playing.

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[TheEccentric]

Rob Howler

With more and more people coming from the sides, the casual Howler still shifted his foot backwards just in case. Of course, not to initiate a kick, but to prepare for his escape should the villagers prove to be unhelpful. Howler raised both hands in the air to show his lack of hostility, his ears twitching as he heard their nervous rustling. Their response is appropriate though, he thought, looking at the ruined town around him. Though frankly, he couldn't care less about their situation, it was the silent performer in front of him that caught his focus. Music like the groans of an injured beast reverberated through Howler's being, a sensation he savored deeply with his acute hearing. From his fur to his bones, he felt the meaning of the sound; be calm, the danger is over, panic will only lead to more.

The flavor of the sound still ringing in his ears, Howler closed his eyes and grabbed Shape of Thunder. An even slower and softer tune began to play, an attempt to support Adam's solo. Though Adam's music ceased moments after, Howler's only grew louder and louder. At first, a whimper, but not of fear or sadness, but one of disappointment. Shape of Thunder sang for the townsfolk's plight, sharing their regrets, their inability to fight back. With each string he played, the instrument in his hand would respond with what he wanted to hear. Now that he had the tune under control, he followed up by letting everyone else feel the music the same way he did. Activating [Boomboost], the bass resonated within every stone, bone, and crone around him. Surreptitiously, he opened his eyes to glance at Adam, a flicker of challenge within them. He wanted to hear the mute musician's response.

"Rob wants to hear all things, hear true meaning. Rob will share some of true meaning, though much still to be captured in Rob's music.", as he spoke, Boomboost allowed his voice to reach the ears of the townsfolk. Slowly the music pushed itself to be more melancholic, but not weaker. Rather, in the melancholy, the meek sound of hope was strangely sharp to the ears. In this numbing situation, a smidgen of passion still fought with all its might, wanting to stir everything into the direction it wants. This, is Howler's music, deep and filled with emotion, with no sophisticated lyrics nor complicated arrangements. It was music itself, an expression of the world through the use of sound.

 

[Faynorae]

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"La Sylphide."
The old witch's rambles and nags to get over into in the village swiftly convinced the idiot. She really just didn't wanna hear him continue his ramblings in truth. It was more boring than talking to a thousand-year-old tree in Ophenia's mind. Something that perplexed the young sylphid was that he had said she would be snatched because she was a woman. But it didn't matter much, so she didn't dwell on it too much. But what truly perplexed the fey was that this human somehow grew little plantlings without the use of magic. No wait did this man... No, he couldn't have. Plants don't have the reproductive organs to do such things. The more the sylphid thought about it, the more confused she became. By biological standards, male humans are incapable of giving birth, especially to plants. But magic does have its ways. Was it a flower nymph? Oh, pomegranates. After standing idle to the side of the old man's garden over his fence she came to a brilliant conclusion. These plants are half-human! So half-human baby plants are called crops. She finally understood the reasoning behind the different terms.

It was then that something finally stopped Ophenia's nonsense thinking. The only something which would ever excite her, and something she'll use to spread her cause. Music. At first, it was just the soft sounds of the strings of a guitar. Ophenia's heart would beat to the tune of the distant sound. Without even knowing Ophenia's feet would slowly move on their own, carefully avoiding the "Crops" the witch had planted. Suddenly, a stunning noise stopped the sylphid in her tracks. An overwhelming sound filled with emotions beyond the sylph's understanding, yet deep inside it felt like her core was about to burst. Wait what was this? The sound only further accelerated her heart rate. This was exciting, beautiful even.

"Dirt Witch, There's something of grave importance I need to do! Thanks for your information! I hope your babies grow big and healthy, bye!" The young sylph said in a rush, and before Ophenia knew it, she had run swiftly to the source of this noise, led by an echoing gruff voice. She was met by a peculiar sight. A human with long hair, and a mudded creature... Was this the dirt witch's doing? Oh my, A homunculus?! That witch must've been much more powerful than Ophenia had thought, and yet he hid his magical aura so well. She would've never guessed if only she wasn't so clever. On the other hand, they were both holding... instrument's of the sorts. Could it be? "Is this what all those human's call fate?!" Ophenia let out her thoughts in her excitement, her eye's twinkling as brightly as the stars.

Her shimmering apparel made her stand out like a wasp in a beehive amongst the crowd of normal people. Frolicking in excitement, she went up to the two lofty instrument wielders, her ecstatic squealing were probably enough to unnerve anyone. "Oh my Oh my! Did you two create that absolutely magnificently stunning sound?!" She couldn't contain herself, twirling back as she exclaimed "Ah, that dirt witch made me assume this village was boring and quiet, but oh how I have been so wrong, if they have such talented musicians as you two! I couldn't even imagine conveying so much emotion through my voice." Once she had calmed down a bit, her bubbly tone died down as she remembered it was only proper to introduce herself.

"Ah, right, an official, true to the name formal introduction, of which I've only thought up a little bit ago. ahem ahem..." Stepping back a bit, while taking up the bubbly tone again "The travelling songstress spreading love and peace through song and dance with the hope to cure the world of gloom and darkness, tada! I present "Du Couer Pur": Ophenia!" raising her hand, and with a bit of mana creating a feint colourful sparkling. This form of introduction was quite new to her, so she still felt a bit embarrassed.

 

[Skyhunter]

Adam 'Legion'





Adam listened to Rob play his bass, doing a great job playing even with his massive hands, Adam was bobbing his head as Rob played. Eventually getting the urge to scrum his strings in unison with Rob, when he listened for the right moment to play, Adam began to play alongside with his now new friend, Rob. Adam couldn't help but bump his head and sway from side to side as he played with the beast. Villagers watched and listened, eventually they began to gather, some at a distance and others got close to the two to listen. Adam didn't budge as Rob used his Boomburst ability, he was too caught up in the music.

The villagers listened closely to the music being played, the notes that captivated each of these once fearful villagers but now were listening and not so fearful. Adam's eyes would begin to emit strange silver strings that emitted off his eyes and dissipated into the air. He felt like he was performing once again, he felt alive, he felt better than he had previously playing. Like he was one with his music. His hair began to float up and move like the wind was blowing through his hair.

" You want a challenge? " Adam asked Rob, his pupils had vanished and now replaced with silver, his voice sounded just like a demon's, " Your challenge has been accepted. " He spoke once more before quieting, a smile on his face. A playful one, he wouldn't have evil intent in his smile, he loved playing, his passion in his music. But his voice was terrifying to hear, this was probably why he didn't speak but getting caught in the music has revealed his secret. Not a very well kept one.



Then Adam stopped playing upon hearing some loud screech and his eyes came back and his senses seeing this very... Pink, girl. Where the fuck was he? He thought this was a dream but instead this was real... This was real, that God person was real... Well... Shit. His eyes looked to this Ophenia, a little too formal but he can appreciate that, " Adam. Legion. " He spoke once more then quieted his trap. The villagers watched the three interact, impressed with the music they just heard.

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[TheEccentric]

Rob Howler

The song from his heart in his hands, Howler played as natural as wind was to leaves. With Adam's accompaniment, the deepness of Howler's music met its match in the rich voice of Adam's instrument. Challenge in place, surprisingly, Howler didn't increase the volume of his music, rather he boosted Adam's music alongside his own. Like a symphony between two mountains, their performance echoed across the town. This, was what Howler truly wanted. Although he believed his type of music to be a modern revolution, he wouldn't claim it was the best. At least, not openly. Music is best shared, for only when all things sing in tune to the same tune and rhythm, there is peace.

As the song faded, Howler nodded his head in appreciation, flashing his bestial fangs. The rumble of Boomboost allowed some of the dirt on his fur to fade, so he at least looked less like a dirt Devil and more like a dirt-covered Teddy bear. His interest only increased when he saw the starkly contrasting form of Ophenia blur into the scene beside them. Immediately, Howler rubbed his eyes, even he was unsure if this little fairy-looking lady was real, but everyone else's reaction proved she was not a figment of his imagination. She's... Pretty. The thought came across as strange to Howler at first, but he just shrugged it off. "Hello, Duck Fur Pain Ya. Rob is name, and yes, music was magnificent. Like... Waves from giant lake on windy day, crash on shores, scary at first, but filled with beaty."

Bluntly, Howler pushed his massive hands towards Ophenia. "Cure to gloom? No such thing, gloom important sometimes, make for better light loving. Though, cure for troll, what people need.", curiously, he regarded the pink peony, wondering where she popped out from, and where he could get clothes like hers'. Not the same pink, of course, something darker. It looked much more comfy compared to his tight leathers. But that's for later, he thought, as he turned towards Adam and the townsfolk.

"Rob hopes all enjoyed music. Rob sure if trolls heard music, trolls would be charmed, like hen when rooster shows colors and cries.", saying that in a joking tone, Howler gave Adam a meaty slap on the shoulder out of nowhere. Although Howler wasn't as strong as his fellow bearfolk, a weak bearfolk usually had enough strength to overpower a strong human. Like a piece of wood covered in softened leather, his hand landed on Adam's shoulder. "Good music, Adam Legion. Good music means good heart. You are now friend of Rob!"

 

[Faynorae]

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Duck Fur Pain Ya
The human's deep voice made Ophenia's heart skip a small beat. It may have startled her at first, but only because she didn't know humans could have a voice as such. Actually, wasn't it odd for humans to be so tall? Or was the young sylphid not as lofty as she thought she was. Shrugging it off, she tried to remember the human's name again. He just said it but it probably had a few too many syllables for her liking. "Alan... Alan Leprechaun, was it? It's so nice to meet you! I'm Ophenia! I said that already, but pretend I didn't. Your name is really cool, you should speak more, your voice is so unique! Human's normally all sound the same, so this is such a lovely surprise!"

Quickly she turned over to the thing she thought was a dirt homunculus. Looking at it more closely, Ophenia could see that it wasn't actually made of dirt. Was she mistaken? Is it actually an enlarged animated teddy bear covered in enchanted mud? Or was it just a beastfolk of some kind? A familiar? Did it have any relation to the dirt witch at all? Ophenia pondered but was soon interrupted when the Unidentified Standing Creature spoke. Its manner of speaking was adorable to Ophenia. What did it remind her of? A baby? A foreigner trying to talk to a local? Whatever it was, Ophenia found it cute.

But four words would eternally stick with the sylph forever. Duck Fur Pain Ya. Was it a secret code? An undeciphered message? A new language? Some future foresight? Duck's don't have fur, so how could they be in pain. What is the Ya for? Was the duck's fur in pain, or was the duck in pain because of the fur? Was it yeah? What are you trying to say? The sylph stood idle for about 6 minutes before responding, and an internal crisis formed within. You could see the gears turning through her eyes as the world unfolded betwe- The next statement pulled Ophenia out of her head.

Ophenia had a simple outlook on things. If something was bad, then it needs to be fixed. So how could something like gloom, something which needs to be cured, is good sometimes? Cure for troll...? That's it. Ophenia gasped as she finally stopped idling around, "That's it! If the trolls are the cause of the dullness within this tiny village, then we as a band of fated musicians shall cure the trolls of their darkness and drive away this village's mind-illness! Ahh~ I never thought of a day that that dirt witch's information would be useful." the sylphid twirled as she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. How could she have not thought of this sooner?

"My oh my, you fuzzily fluffy adorable thing, all you speak are words of enlightenment! I sincerely hope we can all work together to bring away the trolls' darkness infestation!" Ophenia exuberantly said while extending her hands to the two. "It's nice to meet you Alan, and it's nice to meet you, Rob." She said in a calmer tone with a cheerful smile.

 

[Skyhunter]

The townsfolk listened, mesmerized by the notes of music that has never been heard or uttered in this world. They were amazed and almost scared of this new music. Their eyes couldn't leave the two rockers, Rob and Adam. Eventually when Adam stopped, they couldn't help but clap after that performance. It was absolutely amazing to see. " Sers! You have to just play in the tavern! " someone called, the crowd then joined it, wanting more of their exotic music. " Please! Especially in our moments of duress! " They were begging.

Adam 'Legion'



The rocker Adam stared at this strange pink woman, his eyes said many different things when she called him Alan Leprechaun. Was this woman serious or was she just this stupid? No. Adam should be nicer, she was probably just naive. Mentioning he should talk a little bit more, he smiled, he was glad to have met someone who liked his voice but Adam preferred not to talk. Sometimes it scared people and that is what would most likely occur. Especially with this very superstitious crowd.

His eyes moved over to Rob, the large beast of a man. His eyes stared at this Ophenia for a bit, possibly starstrucked upon seeing this woman. A beauty and the beast it would seem but perhaps he was reading too much into it. The beast, Rob, was probably just a very curious fellow. Adam chuckled a little hearing Rob mispronounce the most likely harmless woman's name. A good question to the rocker was where did this woman come from. She looked... Well not from around here, especially with her getup. She looked more fancy than he and Rob did.

His eyes shifted back to Rob as his shoulder was slapped by the large man, almost slapping the man into the ground. Adam caught himself and rubbed his shoulder looking at him, smiling a little, he appreciated the camaraderie they now shared. Mentioning that he hoped the trolls heard their music, Adam in a way hoped they didn't, if these trolls were angry then they could come back in a fury. But who knows, maybe the three of them would be able to teach them music.

His eyes looked to the villagers who were chanting for the three to play in the tavern. His eyes looked to Ophenia, pointing at her. " What do you do? " He asked then shut his mouth for an answer, he strummed his guitar quickly as he spoke to make it seem more dramatic, something crazy and upbeat. This Ophenia looked very... Unique. Was she a instrumentalist too? Perhaps a performer or a singer? But she then mentioned trolls too. Ah, it seemed they would most likely encounter these trolls. Adam did not want to leave these two alone with all the heavy lifting, he wanted to also show off his skills to these two.

What would they do? Actively go search for the trolls? Wait for the trolls to come to them? Hopefully this would end without anyone getting hurt.

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[TheEccentric]

Rob Howler​

Howler rubbed his chin in contemplation, ruminating on whether or not they should proceed to the tavern. The last time he did that, he was chased out because his music scared much of the listeners. After all, something like a dragon's rumbling tummy isn't exactly a welcome sound, especially for the average farmer who grew up with stories telling dragon fire and its terror. Though the suggestion of dealing with the trolls did arouse interest in him, he's never had to play music to a troll, much less an entire tribe of them. Whether or not they'd step on him if he failed to impress didn't cross his mind. After all, who would attack a musician?

Ophenia's words made him consider the next few steps they could take. The trolls proved to be a scourge to the people and their village. "Tavern, Rob thinks is good place, but hearts of people can be cured whenever. Trolls different, might attack again, will attack again. If deal with trolls, no more problem. Trolls might help build town if they like with music!", the tall bearman said as he patted Adam and Ophenia's shoulder, his beastly grin wide on his dirt-crusted face. He looked at the crowd of people around them and raised Shape of Thunder to the air, its body alight once more as Boomboost activated. "ROB, ADAM LEGION, AND DUCK FUR PAIN YA WILL HELP TOWN! BRAVE MEN, STRONG WOMEN, WISE ELDERS, ANY CAN COME! BEAT TROLLS NOT WITH WEAPONS, BUT WITH DRUMS! ROUSE SPIRIT WITH MUSIC FROM HEART!" A bit too excitedly, he already began to decide on the plan without heeding the other two. The invitation extended to the other villagers, his voice bouncing to and fro the torn walls and the open windows. Is it reckless and inconsiderate for the fate of the others? Absolutely.

Howler hung his shoulder on Adam's, and since she was much shorter than him, his hand just rested on her hair. Unfortunately, it still had dirt on it. But that's more a problem for people who aren't Howler. He had already slung Shape of Thunder back on his shoulder, returning his voice to its normal volume. "This good, yes? Adam Legion has strong music, while Duck Fur Pain Ya very pretty. Trolls are already beat! Or, is better plan to stay and help heart of people? Rob impatient.", he leaned his head lower after he spoke, continuing with a whispered voice. "Rob no like taverns, taverns bad omen for Rob's music. Farmers might throw salt at Rob again."

Waiting for the trolls might be a worthwhile effort for some, but for Rob, it'd just be a waste of time. The longer they wait, the less trolls they're convincing to enjoy their music! He viewed them with a hint of sympathy, after all, he used to be a brute himself before he met Shape of Thunder and the deceased Master of Sound. Remembering this, he muttered a prayer of peace for the dead musician. Though, his face of concentration while praying looked a bit too gruesome, especially with his spiky armor with the black sheen. He looked like he was planning a murder or something similar.

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[Faynorae]

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The Sylph Folk Photosynthesise.
As Adam stared at Ophenia, their eyes met. She felt something new. What is this? The sylphid never felt this way before... Was this... The crippling feeling of being judged for messing up?! She looked away, it must have been a mistake, the young sylph would never make mistakes in front of people, only humans are allowed the privilege of making mistakes! (Refer to posts #3 and #6. Clearly Flawless.) It must've been his name, she must've gotten it wrong, Hmm. What was it again? The human's question was the perfect opportunity to fix her mistakes. "I'm glad you asked Mr.Argon Ladle." Ophenia pulled out the [Resonator] from her bag strapped to one of her shimmering adornments.

The resonator emitted a bright iridescence as it fluttered above Ophenia's palm. As it fluttered, it started creating a synthesised mellow melody with the sound of an instrument similar to that of Adam's and Rob's, unlike with normal instruments which require practice, hard work and talent, the resonator only needed steady thoughts, a beating heart and a suitable input of mana, of course though, the quality of the resonator also mirrored to it's output. Of course though, once mana was input, the user's thoughts and emotions would flow out in the form of sounds and melodies.

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"I, as a sylphid of the seventh petal, Garden of Eryngium presents to you, the resonator! With this, I can sing and dance with the power of mystical armaments~" Ophenia barely answered the question with her bubbly enthusiasm. "This magical device can create sounds through the power of mana and the thoughts of the imbuer. Truly it's such a magnificent thing, though it's not really like real traditional magic. It's why the fae folk shun those who use catalysts, but if you ask me, these types of things are so fun to use! Though... I can't count how many times I've accidentally broken this thing- Matter not it's still super fun to use!" Fortunately, Ophenia would've continued if it weren't for Rob.

His loud voice startled the little sylph, she didn't think anything could match the noise of a crowd, but something louder was standing right next to her. On the other hand, Ophenia would gladly help the town if it'd make both parties less distraught. His excitement only rubbed off on her, she hadn't performed for anything but humans who only wanted to hear the same songs over and over again. It's time for something new.

On the other hand, the sylphid's hair was now covered in dirt. Though it wouldn't bother the sylphid due to being in dirtier situations during her training for her duty as a sylph, it did bother her that it would take annoyingly long to get it out of her hair. Did she have enough power to clean it off with magic? If she had the affinity for wind like a normal Sylph, maybe. But a las the young sylphid just smiled as the dirt seeped into her part. Petal-Esque hair aside, she wondered if there was a lake nearby. Reminiscing about the icy cold lakes of the garden, clearer than the sky despite many fae using it every day. She didn't miss the tedious days of the garden one bit, but she did miss that it had everything she needed in one spot.

"Due to circumstances, I am too uninsightful to name, I currently require sunlight and a lake." The sylphid said, "Sunlight allows for a healthy body, which is essential to a dancer, and a lake would allow for Mr.Rob to cleanse himself of dirt to present our best performance for both the townsfolk and the trolls!" Ophenia didn't mind the dirt in her hair, but it didn't mean the sylph could perform with dirt in her hair. But again, a thought came to Ophenia. What kind of music do trolls even like?

 

[Skyhunter]

The townsfolk listened to Rob speak- yell? No, Howl. They listened to him howl, speaking that the three, Rob, Adam Legion, and Duck would help the town, the villagers looked thankful, especially with their current predicament, they didn't have much and that was obvious. Their dilapidated and ruined houses was pretty much proof of that, not to mention their lack of weapons, guards, and actual decent tools. This was not a cared for village and it was not the people's fault, they tried what they could, they did what they could. But here they were, still trying. While their lives were shoddy at best, they continued, even with trolls almost destroying all they had, they continued on. These three before them were a Godsend to these defenseless villagers, even the encouragement of using music and not weapons helped them, rather than resorting to violence they were encouraged to use a different method.

A method that seemed to have stirred something within these people, they had the look of courage and hope within their disheveled and heavy faces. Almost like they were grateful they didn't have to fight for their take, they just hoped this would work, resorting to music. It was a more gentle approach but music can bring out the very best in us and even change a person if not people for the better. Maybe they were noticing this but had not fully understood it or had a good grasp on it, but from what these three had shown these people, music was something that was a rare commodity out here in the countryside.

This would cause the villagers run off, many of them back to their houses, some to the tavern to discover if they had drums, whatever Rob said, it seemed to have rang clear to these people, they were scavenging for anything they had. And quickly, they would come back with pots, pans with large spoons or ladles, some even found old dusty drums that came from the tavern. Others had old wooden spoons, the spoons. They came back with a glee of excitement in their eyes, they wanted to be on the level on these three before them, then when Ophenia revealed her music, it was so much different than what Rob and Adam performed.

Adam "Legion"



Adam quietly stood beside the beast, Rob Howler, and this woman, Ophenia, who kept getting his name wrong. To say that Adam was impressed with Rob's speech would be a understatement, Adam knew he himself was better not talking and letting him take the lead into showing these people what they could do. Anyone can play but it takes hard work to become good and even more practice to become great. While Adam himself had a knack for playing good, basically a prodigy, he always practiced and kept his skills honed. Without practice he would become complacent which would lead to his downfall, even if his parents disapproved of his dream and what he wanted to do. He never let that deter him on his path of self-reflection, he missed his parents but they never cared of what he did.

But meeting this Rob, he felt inspired himself, and he just met the beast or bearman a few minutes ago. Adam guessed that was how Rob's people were most likely, probably not, he was most likely a rare case. But that didn't matter to Adam, the camaraderie they shared was something special to Adam now, they shared their music together. Something Adam had not done in a long time with a stranger, his bandmates sure, hopefully they were here in this world, guess he would have to find out after he helped these people, of course.

Adam moved out of his thoughts when Ophenia's music began to play, but from that rather unfamiliar totem she had, it emitted a very sanguine beat that caught his attention, it kinda reminded Adam of his first days with his bandmates, they didn't have the fame they had, they had no money, nothing they would now. But in those days, they were kids that were having fun, they just wanted to play music for fun. They laughed, joked, horse played, kid stuff. Adam felt a little touched, while she didn't necessarily play a instrument like he or Rob did, this was still something of emotion that felt like it came from her heart. She was quite optimistic if not naive and that is what Adam got from Ophenia. She was a talented young woman but naive to the real world, which was fine, she inspired Adam, no, Legion to play. His fingers twitched in anticipation of what they could create, looking to Rob, he gently elbowed him in his chest. " WE MARCH AND PLAY ON TROLLS. TAVERN FOR LATER. " Adam spoke, he held his throat for a moment as if it hurt to speak, which was probably why he didn't speak often, his throat probably hurt when doing so. " VILLAGERS WANT TO PLAY, SHOW US WHAT THEY CAN DO. " Adam cringed momentarily from pain but it subsided.

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[Faynorae]

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"Can't I just live a quiet life? Away from all these eyes."
The young sylph had less than any words. Actually words just didn't exist at that moment. The heart-aching feeling had subsided, but the constant ringing in her ears would never stop ever again. Were all creatures of this part of the region this loud? Why are these humans so loud? The creature is understandable, but the humans were... in the nicest terms possible, absurdly unpleasant when it came to the dynamic of their voices. But it was for a good cause after all, is this what the humans would call "celebration"?

Ophenia would never turn down the chance to help with anything and anyone. The sylph's striving force was to make the world a peaceful place where nothing would have to be harmed, while treating the world's everything with as much kindness in her heart as possible. But of course, this would be more a flaw than a strength. Matter it not, the sylphid began to think, preparation is the key to soaring success. So of course, everyone should be at their most best. The sylphid thought it would probably be best to discuss what type of music the trolls would be pleased to hear. But where even are the trolls? Should we wait for the trolls to come to us? That would play more in favor with the sylphid, for she didn't like the idea of physical exertion. But would Rob like that? It seems that patience isn't one of his virtues.

"Mr.Agath Ledger and Mr.Rob, I do mean to inquire your thoughts, should we wait at the village for the trolls to appear before us, entailing preparing for that moment," The sylph paused, then continuing "Or should we prepare now and parade to wherever the base of operation of these trolls are?" Ophenia said with a glimmer in her iridescent eyes. The sylphid didn't mind which choice they'd make, she just hoped they'd picked the option which'd require less movement. "So what type of music do you think would calm these trolls? Or what type of music would they like?" Ophenia questioned the two eagerly waiting their response.

"Should we ask the other humans as well?"

 

[TheEccentric]

Rob Howler
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Howler felt it. The excitement in the air, the stifling sense of momentum that was building up within the rapidly beating hearts of the people around him. His sharp ears heard the rapid breaths, the hopeful whimpers, the stoic sighs. The people were readying for battle, one that won't use blood as the metric for its scale. A battle of souls, where passion can erupt like a blast of dragon fire to douse the spirits of their foes. This, is a battle that Howler can happily stand in. He would rather lose a war and get called soft and weak, than win a war by stepping on the bodies of those who shared the same convictions as him. A bit too intense a thought for the situation, but a thought that crossed his mind nonetheless.

He raised Shape of Thunder high in the air and bellowed with the townsfolk. Like the roar of a great grizzly bear, his calls evoked a primal feeling to those who heard them. Instead of fear, those who heard it would feel a sense of bravery swell within them, a primeval feeling of going against the odds to lay claim to what the heart desires. Excitedly, he glanced at Adam, his simple eyes radiant with the urge to make music. The very thing that united all of them, and the weapon they'll be using against the trolls. "YES, YES, MARCH! FOOT AFTER FOOT, TREK THE MOUNTAINS AND THE HILLS, SOUND THE HORNS AND CRY THE THRILLS!", the easily affected Howler shouted, savoring the atmosphere.

He glanced at Ophenia and called out to her in a volume that shouldn't make her eardrums quiver. "Moment is now! Trolls visit town to attack, when hearts most prideful! Shatter troll presence we must, by bringing war upon troll doorstep! Like river on storm, rush and rage!" The Shape of Thunder glowed with magic, as he casted [Hypebeast E] to rouse Adam and Ophenia. They would feel an electric sensation crawl from their feet, which then flows upwards throughout their entire being, stopping at the very ends of their hair. A surge of inspiration and energy, to quell the doubt and raise the spirit!

"Duck Fur Pain Ya make point, villagers don't know music together, but can teach them! Use fancy magic tool to play music for villagers to follow! After, we bring thunder to the doors of trolls!"

• Hypebeast - (Bolster [Intelligence] F, Performance F, Magic Affinity E, Magic AOE F, Sound Affinity F, Spell Duration F) - Through the manipulation of arcane vibrations, you can infuse creatures close to you with an empowering surge. For one minute, all creatures within 10 feet of you increase their Intelligence by one grade. All creatures receive this benefit, regardless of whether they're your allies or enemies. - Grade E - 1 Post Cooldown

 

[Skyhunter]

Adam "Legion" Keith



As the villagers got more and more rowdy, they continued their cheering and chanting for the group of musicians that were talking amongst themselves on what they should do next, Adam wanted to just play his music, his fingers itched. These villagers looked to them, they were eager to make music thanks to the encouragement of Rob Howler and Adam Keith. Both being guitarist they were good at rounding up a crowd then getting them motivated and hyped, while he was full of inspiration his fingers were twitching and itching to play once more. It didn't take much for someone who used to play on the big stage to wanna create such a beautiful noise. Rob's strum of music, his Hypebeast ability continued to goad Adam and even the small group of villagers before them.



Legion, his eyes glowing silver with strings floating into the air then dissipating, his fingers created a riff from a song they covered, the crowd before them would listen as he ripped a sick one off on them. After finishing, his eyes returned to normal and he felt better. He had a smile on his then heard Ophenia speak, saying maybe they should prepare or they could take the attack to the trolls. But now having a clear mind space, he did realize these villagers most likely wouldn't be able to play their instruments properly, they didn't have any rhythm and they didn't have enough time to teach them, even if they did, Adam wasn't any use teaching these villagers how to play drums, spoons, pots and pans. And now he realized that wouldn't work. They would have to do something else.

A idea did come to Adam, looking to Ophenia since she was a singer, these villagers didn't have any instrumental talent maybe or at least they didn't have enough time to find out along with learning. Adam snapped his fingers with a bright smile on his face, turning to the pink haired woman, Adam pointed to the villagers. " THEY. CAN USE. THEIR VOICES. " Adam struggled to speak but managed to get his words out. " MAKE. OPERA MUSIC. USE THEIR VOICES. " Adam groaned from the pain of speaking, holding his throat for a moment. " THEIR VOICES CREATE BACKGROUND SINGING. LIKE CHURCHS. " Adam didn't really know how to explain it but hoped that Rob and Ophenia knew what he was talking about. Pointing at Rob Howler, he did hope that he knew what he was talking about then looked to Ophenia, maybe she would use her voice to get these people to sing.

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[Faynorae]

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Lend me your voice and let's walk upon the golden road forever looking for home.
This was a mistake. But now, Ophenia could see it all so suddenly. The noise of the crowd cheering for more. The words going through the young sylphid's ears. Her fake-biological heart had started to skip beats as a line of sweat dropped from her cheek. It was overwhelming to be honest, she hadn't felt this excited in a while. But what even was this? She could feel the emotions of all the people around her written on their faces, all mixing into a colourful a rainbow that wants to be seen. The fear, excitement, pain, joy and sadness all filling the area with life. It was like she could read their minds, no, it was because her mind was going overdrive.

The secrets of the wind were being unfolded right in front of her, as she saw every sharp breath, every soft breeze pass by like a simple tune that's so hard to remember. She remembered something. A stage and shining lights, all waving in excitement in a perfect metronome and rhythm. All they needed to do. That was it. They had to lend their voices temporarily. Their voices were the ones that had to be heard by the trolls. They had to let it all out. All the noise and emotions bottled up. The resonator's iridescent light glittered brilliantly, becoming colourful and bright. Fluttering above the crowd, emitting a noise that only needed a voice. The voice of the people around.

In the moment though, she only wanted to go back to the vision. Even in the shining lights, excited people, alone there stood someone who looked like they didn't want to be there. Standing in a fluorescent spotlight all alone. Trembling legs. Sweating bullets. Yet wearing something extravagant. Thinking of it more made her want to vomit, the thoughts only numbing and blurry, but it gave her a headache. And yet also inspired the sylphid to continue, remembering her one and only goal. But it still felt like this goal wasn't truly hers. Thinking more and more only made her feel lost. Whatever not, this crowd was more in important than her silly thoughts. It wasn't her job to worry about herself anyway.

The words the man with long hair told to Ophenia were the words she exactly need to hear and giving her an idea. His music only exciting her more and more, it was dangerous. The resonator only increased in it's dynamic. Raising her hand, using a subtle amount of mana to create a sparkling trail to direct attention to her, as the resonated lured out the sound of the stars, and Ophenia took [Centre Stage], and with an excited voice, and the resonator fluttering above her, "Ladies and Gentlemen, please keep your eyes on us for we have some exciting news to bear!" Pointing to the crowd, her slightly iridescent and muddied hair swaying with the wind, "You, you and you! All of you will have their voices be heard by the trolls that seemed to have taken their anger out on your property." twirling around, her adornments reflecting the resonator's light as she lowered the resonator above her hand, as it started to dim down; "Violence is bad though, so as a proud musician, we shall all sing with the power of our voices! For our voices are worth being heard in a melody only all of you can sing! So come one, come all, and imbue the power of your voice within the magnificent resonator, let your voice be heard as it resonates with your mind, soul and mystical energy! We shall march a gleaming road toward the trolls and let them hear our voices in one prideful harmony!" chippering down a bit, and extending the resonator to the crowd.

Could a vessel that was meant to help mages magically control and communicate with beasts and creatures of mythical origin truly make the voices of a crowd be heard? She truly did wonder, and it also made her worry. The resonated sparkled with colourful light the longer it was exposed to the emotions and feelings of the crowd. But how would it react when they imbue their own mana? What song would it create? Would their fear, anger, and excitement truly make a noise and melody harmonious?

Sound of a Star ~ Centre Stage - Performance F, Magic Affinity D, Magic Area of Effect E, Sound Affinity E: Enhancing the caster's voice with magic, the caster isolates noise within a 30ft radius to attempt to redirect all attention toward themself. Grade D Performance, 2 post cooldown.​

 

[TheEccentric]

Rob Howler​

Passion. It filled the air like a living force, moving and swimming alongside Howler and the villagers. The music from Adam and Ophenia made the excitable bear stomp his feet, making a beat. Thump. Thump. Thump. He gestured for the townsfolk to step with him, he wanted them to bring the thunder to the earth, to share the beat in their hearts with all things that had a melody in its heart. Ophenia's enchanting magic mesmerised the tall Howler, his simple eyes flickering with the light of wonder. Again, his fingers began to move along the Shape of Thunder. Not to lead, but to support. The vibrations in the air became stronger as he channeled his magic into them, casting [Boomboost E] to aid Ophenia.

While he played, he'd continue stomping his feet onto the ground. At this point, he didn't want to take the heat from the duo beside him. Although he is so used to stealing the lightning of a performance whenever he joins, he knew that music is in its truest form when all sounds find harmony. An interaction between pieces that are supposed to be together, rather than a contradiction of design. He didn't know what an opera was, but he knew churches. Although far from faithful, he could respect the veneration the followers felt, he had the same views towards music itself. It is an abstract power that constitutes an integral process in the world, though such thoughts are unfit for the bear. He shook his head, and howled in the air, lending his voice to Ophenia. Right now, he should reserve his powerful music, he'll let it all out when they finally encounter the trolls.

• Boomboost ( Heightened Hearing F, Performance F, Control Environment F, Magic Affinity E, Magic AOE F, Sound Affinity F) - Profound hearing and sophisticated magic allow you to recreate sounds you can hear. Not only that, but you can also greatly magnify its volume, allowing all creatures within 100 feet to clearly hear you. This ability does not affect any other sound-based abilities. - Grade E - 1 Post Cooldown

 

[lXlGamemaster]

Lothric​

Deep in the forest a beast lay in the underbrush, clawing at the dirt around it and growling in anguish and anger. The beast in question was what mortals called a dragon, but the creature was much more than that... at least it used to be. Its black scales were darker than the darkest night, seeming to absorb the light around it, and speckles of white seemed to move as it did like the stars in the sky. Inbetween its two pale eyes was a red gem that glowed with the beast's fury, and long wings and tail dragged behind it as it paced the forest floor. With barely any warning the beast flapped its wings and shot upwards, breaking through the tree canopy and slowly flew past the clouds. As the dragon rose higher and higher in the air, its wings burned with a pain it had never felt before, but it still continued. Going past the clouds, the wind whipped at the beast's scales and it became harder to breathe, until it couldn't take it any more and began gliding down back towards the land below.

Burning pain, icy cold, breathlessness... all these were things were foreign to the beast known as Lothric. Not too long ago the dragon had been a cosmic deity: a monster of untold might that other gods called upon to end wars. Back then things were simple, but now that he was banished and given a mortal form he was in pure agony. Every moment of every day Lothric had to keep track of things that wouldn't have crossed his mind before. Just the other day his life had almost ended because he had forgotten to breath, an action that wasn't needed in the vacuum of space. Now every day was a constant strive for survival, as well as a way to return to the life he once had.

Gliding underneath the clouds once more Lothric huffed at his 15th(?) failed attempt to leave the atmosphere, and decided to examine the land below. He had to admit that no everything was as terrible as he made it out to be: now that he was planet-side he was able to see that the green colors on this planet were millions of trees and acres or grasslands, among other landmarks. It was all gorgeous and interesting, but after weeks of being around them they had lost their luster, and Lothric had grown restless. This all came to an end, however, when he heard sounds coming from a human settlement down below.

Lothric had seen human settlements before, but the humans that occupied them had no respect for a being such as him, and they usually had a bigger, scarier human come to chase him away. He had almost payed no mind to the town until the notes of an unfamiliar origin reached his ears. Never in his life, before or after, had he heard anything like it. Curiosity had gotten the best of him, and the dragon flew lower to investigate, hovering in the air when he could see what the commotion was all about.

Among the crows of people stood three individuals of note: a brown-furred beast man, a pink tree-thing, and a human with different clothes and a deep voice that rumbled like meteors crashing into each other. The hypnotic melodies each of the creatures played captivated the dragon so that before he knew it he had landed on top of one of the dilapidated houses among the town. The towns people were too enamored to notice the creature's presence, and Lothric was now within earshot to hear what the individuals were saying.

Though he was not here for the full story, apparently these musicians were going to try and win a fight through music. The dragon scoffed in disbelief; battles were won through might and power, and anything else was foreign to him. A new feeling wormed its way into his heart. What was he feeling... pity? Worry? Was he worried about these creatures? He had just met the beings, but suddenly he felt that he should aide them? Was this the music's doing? Had the great and powerful Lothric been swayed by something as simple as music?! He swiped his tail in defiance, but accidentally knocked over a shingle on the roof. It wasn't long before someone noticed him, and he stared back at the crowd with his pale alien eyes, waiting for the moment the situation would escalate.

 

[Skyhunter]

Adam "Legion" Keith



Adam continued creating his riff that synchronized with both his companions, Rob and Ophenia, he widened his stance as he began to lower his stature, bringing his head down and began bobbing his head up and down with his hair as he continued playing with his dexterous fingers across the strings of his axe guitar. Legion couldn't help but lose himself within the melody the three of them created, his unholy magic emitted from his instrument made from the fires of hell and imbued with the power of demons. Or so it was said.

Ophenia began her speech, speaking to the crowd of villagers, Legion felt like he was on top of the world once more, this feeling he only got in the most intense times of music ecstasy. Legion could feel her voice resonating in his instrument, her words diving into the strings of his profane music creating apparatus. Legion's eyes were closed as she spoke, making sure to keep his musical notes to a low sound for Ophenia to get her speech out to these villagers. When she finished singing, the villagers cheered loudly, this felt like his first real concert when he first started on his path to musical fame back home. Legion remembered it all.

What a low budget their first concert was, but numbers never matter to him, he wanted to just play music and have people enjoy it, this was his passion, his craft. His talent and he put a lot of hard work into this. Moving from his memories of old times, Legion's eyes opened up with silver strings emitting from his eyes, sliding his fingers and pick across his guitar creating a low growl of a riff to get this crowd heated up, but it was due to Rob's Boomburst that got this crowd more hyped, this gave Legion a smile that stayed on his face as he played. Eventually he felt the villagers begin to harmonize a constant note with synchronization. Their voices sounding like one as their voices turned into mana that filled the resonator. Hope. That was the sound their voices made, that is what their voices held, Ophenia would be able to feel it, hear it, even taste it. They had trust in these three to help them.

Legion could feel it, he could feel the responsibility on his shoulders, he wanted to help these people with the power of their music, together. As he continued playing, sweat rolling down his face, his eyes looked up when he saw the large dragon watching them, this did not faze Legion, who was too into the music. His eyes locked onto the dragon as he continued playing, raising a fist into the air, the crowd instinctually did the same, they even looked to where Legion was looking at and saw Lothric. Instead of being afraid, they actually continued their synchronized singing that amplified the resonator, trying to calm and intrigue the dragon, the villagers no longer showing fear, this was the power of music, this strange melody that Lothric heard. Legion even spoke, his voice now clear and fluent with the music playing. " From our souls, the music of Hope resides, wanting to be released upon the world. To bring us all together. " His voice no longer that deep scary voice for the moment, something he had never experience and didn't even notice, this is what music could do, bring the very best out of a person, something even they would not expect.

Finally legion then brought them down, slowing his melody down as the crowd followed and even his companions, as the lead guitarist should, until they finally finished and all was quiet, the people before Lothric radiated with Hope. Their eyes steel with aspirations of a better tomorrow, they felt and even looked like they could take over the world. Legion stared at the dragon as Adam began to come back, now realizing he was staring at a real dragon, but instead of confusion or fear, tranquil irradiated off the guitarist.

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[Faynorae]

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It's just so cute!!
"la.. la,la.." One two, one to one. The sylphid softly hummed, between the loud cheers of the crowd. Although, due to all the other noises mixed in between she couldn't be heard either way. But it did not matter, the song was still in its drafted state so it wasn't like it was meant to be heard anyway. But this was it, the sound that was perfect. A sound was so beautiful that it could move the hearts of all those around it. It warmed the sylphid's "Cor" the excitement and hope of the crowd, becoming one and resonating with everything around it. The sylphid was glad. She was glad that instead of a swarm of unharmonious voices all wanting to be heard, it was instead a mutual feeling, a mutual emotion the entirety of the villagers had shared. It was a bit too great maybe.

But not as great as her performances in the protectorate. The crowds were so big and grand that the resonator would shine in splendour, creating a sparkling field that only enhanced the performances which she did. It was kind of overwhelming back then. But now, instead of shining splendour, the mana that was released was warm. Along with the calming voices that the resonator emitted, there was a sweet warmth, warming up the area around it. Almost like a cloudless day in the summer afternoon. It was... heartwarming to say the least. But sylphs don't have hearts, so that statement is kind of false.

Along with Rob and Adam, Ophenia danced to the melody in a slow and light way that made her look as if she were fluttering on the ground, the resonator's colour shifted slowly with each voice. And as the song died down at the pace of Adam, so did the performance. The fae thought back on the feeling, picking the translucent lotus that filled the entire garden and gathering them for medicine, that was the only way she could be useful to her peers, due to her lack of affinity for the wind. Though she missed those simpler days, she loved the excitement of performing way more than that.

On the other hand, something caught the sylphid's attention immediately. What's this? A dragon sitting down, looking down at the crowd in confusion. It was... It was so cute! Like a puppy waiting for their owner to come home or something. She hadn't seen such a creature in so long. The first time she heard of dragons, were when a dragoness and her children landed and rested in the garden's iridescent waters, as the sylph folk used the translucent petals of the illustrious lotuses to heal their wounds. The dragoness's wings were punctured with long gilded rods with sharpened crystalline tips. What kind of ruthless creature could've done such a thing to such a beautiful and peaceful creature? That's what Ophenia thought back then.

On the other hand, with starlight in her eyes, Ophenia delicately rushed through the crowd to get over to the dragon, with her resonator fluttering behind her. Standing before the dragon now, she saw how its scales glistened, reflecting the light of the resonator. She squealed a bit. "Ah! Oh my Elysius, you are so adorable!" she twirled, turning to the crowd and calling over the other two, "Mr. Apples! Mr. Rob! You have to come over and be witness to this adorable and majestic dragon! Come look at them!" She could hardly contain her excitement. But that was for another reason. She wanted to use the resonator for its intended purpose!... If she could remember the incantation. Actually, wait, don't sylphid innately understand both plants and animals why does she need the help of the resonator-

Turning back to the dragon, she let the resonator flutter above both her palms and then extended her arms toward the dragon. "O' uhhh. O' heavenly creature that is under... no? Heavenly creature of- No that's not right either. What was it again... Ugh let me start over, where did I put the instruction manual for this thing." Letting the resonated levitate in place, she checked the bag strapped to the side of her adornments. Looking through it, she found a piece of parchment! "Why is it in... Runic form? Wait no is this Elven? I thought this was supposed to be in Ryken?! Elven Runes? Are you seriously kidding me, why don't elves just speak sylvan?! Agh!" the sylphid groaned in disappointment.

Throwing the note aside, she tried to remember it, "O' heavenly creature bound to mortal ties and chained to earthen grounds. Behold the sound of mine, and resonate with your myth.. mith? magical... no it was, mehethical?" The sylph failed. she can't pronounce mythical. She stood there in silent stupid pondering. What an idiot. Though she's studied many things for countless years due to being disabled in sylphid society, she cannot seem to remember names with more than one syllable or remember a simple incantation. She also knows that dragons are dangerous, and can cause mana explosions and breathe flames as a form of self-defence.

Truly, the Elders and the Arch-Fey would look at her with more than just disappointment.

 

[TheEccentric]

Rob Howler​

With the soul of music flitting between his fingertips, Howler held back the urge to cry. Always he performed alone, for no other musician was brave enough to test themselves against him. No, not test, but to play WITH him. He wanted to spread the songs that swam in his heart, not compare which was a better medium to carry the emotions of the performer. Art followed no rigid structure, for only when it is perceived, can it be called true art. Expression. He needed someone to express with, and finally, he found not one, not two, but an entire town's worth of performers! He did his namesake. He howled to the skies, a bestial sound that wasn't filled with primal savagery, but with what Adam described: Hope. Howler carried with him the same hope everyone around him did.

Right now, there was no urgency to be felt. No feeling loss, nor bereavement, only HOPE! Howler's eyes flickered towards the loudest of all, Adam and Ophenia. Their faces spoke of many emotions, but most tangible was reminiscence. Memories flooding back, triggered by the music that filled the earth and sky. One of his eyes twitched; a sudden surge of envy curled in his chest. He was excited, because the largest crowd he ever had to perform to stood right in front of him. Though it seemed, to the other two, there is no exhilaration from the size, but more from the experience. He ain't gonna be beat. In his chest, he hid the new goal that appeared; he's going to outperform the two of them! Not to decide who's the better musician, but who can can attract a crowd the best!

He continued playing without stop, roaring with maybe some foam leaving his wide maw. It took him a couple of seconds to notice the silence, he had been too lost to the feeling. "What is wrong? Why has music stopped? ROB CAN RETURN THE SPIRIT OF PASSION, LIKE EMBER THA-", his booming voice rumbled as it normally did, his big body jumping up and down as he tried to rile the crowd. All the hot air he was about to expel turned into a cold gasp when he turned around, though. Everyone's eyes were on the creature that gazed back at them, its burning eyes a reflection of its mythical prestige, a dragon. Howler's chest tightened, as he remembered how the farmers back then described his music: like the low roar of a dragon.

He stood there, dumbstruck, his eyes wide as they can be. Ophenia's words didn't even register in his ears, much of his attention now placed on thoughts circulating in his mind. Howler let her finish her part first though, he didn't want to interrupt her as it seems she was just as excited as him. Some of her words did make him pause though, especially when she called the dragon cute. He could see the majesty of the creature very much, but it seemed the little one's definition of cute completely differed from his. "Cute? Duck Fur Pain Ya cute, dragon, not so much...", he muttered to himself, forgetting the fact that the vestiges of Boomboost still clung to the air. He was too deep in thought to notice his voice resounding loudly above the crowd. When it looked like she was finished with her speech, Howler finally stepped forward. With recklessness expected from his personality, he pointed his finger forward, and shouted.

"ROAR, DRAGON. LET ROB HEAR BELLOW OF HEAVENLY BEAST! RELEASE PRIMAL MAJESTY! ROB WISHES TO HEAR ROAR, SO ROB CAN MAKE ROAR! ROAR WILL MAKE TROLLS SURRENDER, FEEL MEHETHICAL TERROR!"

That was his plan. Make the dragon roar, so he could use it as a reference. Then he'd show those farmers what a real dragon's roar sounds like, and then maybe, they wouldn't throw tomatoes at him when he performed in a tavern. The furry grin on his face showed his lack of brain cells, and his gleeful tone only impressed that fact further. Much like everyone else, he didn't fear the sudden listener, rather, he wanted it to perform with them!